Buffy couldn’t believe she was doing this, but every Halloween spent in Sunnydale had been so boring to date that when Xander joked about them attending the private gathering tonight she’d decided to hell with it and enthusiastically agreed that it was just the fun outing they needed. Willow and Xander had stared at her as if she’d grown a second head. Why shouldn’t they? After all, Buffy was usually dead set against going to such parties with the kind of crowd they could guarantee would be going, especially considering the location.
Well, it may not be ideal, but it has to be better than every other year, right?
They had a tradition of watching lame horror movies and stuffing their faces with junk food most Halloweens which was fine for a while, but got really dull really fast and Buffy was beginning to tire of watching the same dumb movies over and over. She wasn’t much of a horror fan. It wasn’t that the movies scared her they just annoyed the hell out of her.
I mean how dumb to you have to be to go walking around in the dark by yourself when you can’t see two steps in front of you and you know there’s a crazed serial killer on the loose? And what’s with the checking out of creepy noises in the attic or the basement? No way would I go sticking my head into a dark room that’s been making seriously weird noises.
Last year was the only year they’d varied their routine, and that was thanks to Principal Snyder. Herding little kids around to go trick or treating was not her idea of fun. Especially when she had to convince those troublesome twins that they couldn’t egg one old lady’s house because she gave them fruit instead of sweets and nearly got egged herself in the process.
So, instead of movie night or a night at the Bronze, this year they would be going where the real party was. Every year a select group of people were invited to attend a special Halloween party. Select was kind of pushing it though. Basically, if you were seventeen and not a complete loser you got an invite. Last year the party had been held at some creepy old house in the middle of nowhere. Apparently it had been a blast and there had been plenty of scares to be had as well as fun and, Buffy suspected, a fair amount of hormone involvement.
Buffy hadn’t wanted to go last year because of a number of reasons; one reason being that she’d recently broken up with her boyfriend and she wasn’t feeling the party spirit, the second was because Cordelia Chase and her bitch squad would be going and she had no interest in sparring with them. Oh, and the main reason was because the boyfriend she’d broken up with was dating Cordy and they were going to the party together. So yeah, Buffy made it very clear that she had absolutely zero interest in attending the get together that she reasoned was just another excuse for dumb jocks to get their kicks out of scaring the cheerleaders and freaking out the rest of the student body with dumb pranks.
This year however, she was ready to let her hair down. So when she’d moped about another long night of screaming big boobed Harmony lookalikes running from some dumb monster or hooded figure with a knife and Xander told her there was always the option of visiting The Crypt Keeper, she’d perked up and roped her two best friends into going. Adjusting her fake sword in its sheath, she took a deep breath and gave herself a final look in the mirror. She smirked to herself. Xander had made a helpful suggestion that she go for lycra, but Buffy’d quickly turned her nose up at that, especially since she knew Cordelia was going as a cat tonight and no doubt the bimbo squad would be similarly dressed. While she had the option of a pretty princess outfit or her fallback red riding costume, Buffy had decided that since tonight was about breaking tradition she should try something new. So when flicking through random channels on TV one evening, she’d come to a halt when one particular character caught her eye. A quick search in a few shops provided her with a similar outfit and that was that. Gone was Buffy, typical high school student, and in her place was Callisto, a bad ass villainess and enemy of Xena’s.
The sound of the doorbell caught her attention, so with a final flick of her hair, Buffy darted out of her room and ran down the stairs, throwing open the door to reveal Willow dressed in a long black cloak with a pointy black hat on her head. She was holding a broom in one hand and a stuffed black cat in the other. Her best friend grinned at her, eyes widening a little at Buffy’s costume before she recovered and laughed nervously.
“Wow. Buffy you…well wow.”
“Why thank you, Willow. You make a very cute witch by the way. I see you decided against boils or green skin,” Buffy commented, grinning broadly.
“You know me, all about improving the image of women who were persecuted for hundreds of years. That and I’m allergic to the green face paint.”
“Just green face paint?” Buffy asked, frowning.
“Well, no. All kinds,” Willow clarified.
Buffy chuckled and pulled Willow inside, preparing to close the door when a hand came into view, pressing against the wood surface and stopping her. Both girls turned to see Xander standing there, a boyish grin on his face that was quickly replaced with a loose jaw when he took in Buffy’s costume. The girls shared a look and giggled. Xander had gone with an Indiana Jones look. He even had a whip, though it was a child’s version and not very impressive.
“Buffy, nice choice,” Xander eventually managed, adding a low whistle for effect.
“Ahem,” Willow cut in, nudging him sharply in the ribs.
“Ooph! And Willow. A witch! Very, um, uh creative.”
Willow rolled her eyes and turned to Buffy.
“Sure Xander. Buffy, you ready?”
“Yep, I’m all set. Let’s go have fun,” Buffy answered with a little hop of excitement, grabbing each of her friends by the arm and pulling them out of the house.
“Are you sure about this?” Willow asked, her anxiousness setting in again. “I mean, this really isn’t our crowd and I’m not so sure hanging out in a cemetery at night is exactly what I’d consider a fun night out.”
“Willow, relax. Come on, how bad can it be? We have each other for company, we know everyone that’s going and it’s Halloween. We should have tried hanging out in a cemetery ages ago.”
“Okay, I know you didn’t just say that,” Willows said, halting in her tracks to fold her arms and give Buffy a skeptical look.
Buffy and Xander stopped too and Buffy sighed, putting a pleading look on her face.
“Willow, please. I really wanna do something different this year. Okay, sure, it’s not exactly my ideal setting for a party, but it’s quiet and it’s spooky so it fits the Halloween spirit and you never know, maybe for once I can actually get into the whole scaring yourself can be fun thing.”
“Will’s right, Buff. You seem really eager to do something you swore up and down was stupid,” he began counting off on his fingers, “lame, cliché, moronic, pathetic–”
Buffy cut him off. “Okay, okay. I know. I’m anti jock parties, but like I said, I’m willing to give this a go, if only to get out of the house and avoid another night of dancing in a half empty Bronze because the majority of people are at these gatherings.”
“Aren’t you worried about running into Cordy and–” Willow began, before Buffy interrupted quickly.
“No, no way. I’m not worried about anything Queen C related and we are so over. Who knows? Maybe I’ll meet someone interesting here tonight.”
Willow grinned at that while Xander spluttered.
“Okay. Well if it’ll cheer you up,” Willow said, taking Buffy’s arm again and walking forward, leaving Xander flustering behind them.
Buffy shook her head. Willow would be enthusiastic about anything if it meant Buffy was ready to move on and get back in the dating game. Her friend had been worried about her after the disastrous break up and subsequent depression and was eager to see Buffy happy again. Xander on the other hand seemed to be perfectly fine with Buffy’s single status, but too bad. He was outvoted two to one. Buffy realized that she’d meant what she said. She really was ready to move on, and maybe tonight she would meet someone. That would certainly liven up her Halloween, wouldn’t it?
***
A cemetery was a strange place to have fun, but this year’s hosts had decided that it was fitting? Where better to celebrate Halloween than with the dead, right? Of course, they’d have to be careful not to get caught. A lot of people would be very unhappy to see a bunch of teens drinking, dancing and smooching in the cemetery. It was disrespectful. But what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt.
Buffy and her friends strolled through the black iron gates, the lettering above announcing that they were entering Restfield Cemetery. It wasn’t going to be very restful tonight. They weaved their way through the headstones and crypts, the sound of music floating over to them. Another turn and they soon spotted their classmates gathered around. As predicted, beer was flowing freely and several couples were already cuddled up together on the grass. A few people were dancing while the rest sat around laughing and talking. Presumably they were telling ghost stories. It was a colorful group with a wide variety of costumes. The trio made their way forward when a tall figure suddenly jumped in front of them.
Xander jumped, Willow shrieked, and Buffy responded by punching their attacker in the gut. The guy fell to the ground, his purple cloak sprawled around him and tangling in his legs. Buffy realized it was just another party goer dressed up and hoping to scare them.
“Geez! What the hell!” the guy exclaimed, sitting up and rubbing his stomach, his voice muffled by the ugly skeletal mask on his head.
“Wow Buff, nice punch,” Xander said, blinking.
“Um, sorry? I didn’t mean to, you know,” Buffy said, gesturing, “you just surprised me. It was kind of a reflex reaction.”
“Your reflex reaction is punching people?” the guy asked in disbelief.
“I do self defense,” Buffy explained, shrugging.
“Good to know,” the guy answered, getting up. He brushed himself down and composed himself, bowing low and spreading an arm out before them. “Welcome mortals. I am the Crypt Keeper. Come join the party, but beware, not everything is as it seems in the realm of the dead,” he said, his voice deepening dramatically.
“Yeah, whatever,” Xander said, “keep up the good work.”
He patted the guy on the shoulder and the three friends walked by and carried on towards the party, leaving the Crypt Keeper to greet more guests.
“Wow that was lame,” Xander said.
“Yeah, but hopefully they have something better planned for later,” Buffy said.
“It might have been more effective if Buffy hadn’t knocked him down with her mighty kung fu,” Willow added.
“That was hardly kung fu quality, “Xander argued, “and I don’t think so, but once again, nice moves Buff.”
“Yeah,” Willow agreed, “at least I won’t have to worry about getting too freaked out with you here.”
“Hey!” Xander protested.
“Oops, and Xander, of course, always handy to have a strong manly, um, man around.”
“Nice save.”
“I mean it, it was a reflex.” Buffy turned to her friends, worriedly, “You don’t think they’re going to avoid playing pranks on us now because they think I’m too violent do you?”
“It’s possible,” Xander said.
“I’d be fine with that,” Willow added.
Buffy’s face shifted to disappointment and she whined.
“But that won’t be any fun at all.”
“Come on Buff,” Xander soothed, throwing an arm around her, “you’ve always got us to entertain you.”
“Yay,” Buffy answered, subdued.
Xander and Willow chuckled and dragged their friend down to the crowd.
***
It was fun…to a point. Buffy sat and talked with her friends and a few of her classmates, sipping a beer that she wasn’t particularly fond of and waiting for the spooky action they’d been promised to start happening. She began drumming her fingers against her Dixie cup as she continued to wait. The music suddenly got louder, Rocky Horror’s Time Warp blaring out across the cemetery and several people jumped up to dance. Buffy laughed when she spotted Willow bouncing around excitedly, hauling Xander over to the dancers to join in. Buffy shook her head when they waved her over. She was content to watch them for now, though it was a hard song to resist. She laughed at Xander’s enthusiastic attempt to copy the dance steps and suddenly froze when her eyes caught sight of something she really would have rather not seen.
Across the way sat Cordelia and Buffy’s ex, Scott. The two were in a passionate lip lock with their hands roaming to places thankfully out of view. Unfortunately that meant that Buffy’s imagination was allowed to run rampant and she felt suddenly queasy. Unable to stand the sight any longer, she jumped to her feet, tipping over slightly, unbalanced, before righting herself and spinning, walking hurriedly in the opposite direction. She kept going until she reached the tree line and with a quick glance back at the revelers behind her, stepped into the shadows and leaned her back against the trunk of a tree, hugging herself and bowing her head.
“So much for being over him,” Buffy muttered, sniffing a little.
It’s not that she wanted him back or anything, but did they have to grope each other or make out or do–well any of that in public or in front of her? Of course they did. She wouldn’t be surprised if it was Cordelia’s idea to show off in front of Buffy. She’d made herself Buffy’s enemy from day one and for no good reason other than because Buffy had stood up for Willow and then Xander in front of her. Before that Cordelia had been ready to recruit her to the bimbo squad.
“Well too bad for her, I’m not a bimbo,” Buffy said crossly, wiping her arm over her eyes and straightening, suppressing another sniffle and shaking off the hurt she was feeling, replacing it with anger.
“You sure about that, goldilocks?” a male voice said, and Buffy’s head whipped up.
She started when she saw the dark shape in front of her, hidden by the shadow of the trees. She wondered how long he’d been standing there. She looked behind her, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and thinking that she may have gone a little too far away from the party.
“Walking off on your own in the middle of the night, dressed like that–”
She could practically hear him leering and she took a cautionary step back, folding her arms across her chest in a futile attempt to cover herself, suddenly self conscious.
“Short leather that doesn’t leave much to a bloke’s imagination, weapons, hmm, gives you a bit of a dangerous appeal, but nevertheless, alone, doesn’t seem like a particularly genius move, luv.”
He’s English, Buffy realized and after a second, Hey, he just insulted me!
Buffy dropped her arms back to her sides then placed them on her hips, her nervousness disappearing. She wasn’t that far away from the others. She was about three steps out of sight. Besides, he was probably part of some stupid plan to scare them all while they were distracted by the music. He had to be in on the pranks they had planned for later. Heck, he was probably faking that accent.
“And what are you up to? Playing creepy guy in the shadows? That the best you could do for Halloween?”
He chuckled and Buffy got more annoyed. There was a rustling noise followed by a metallic click before an orange glow appeared. The glow rose, and illuminated the guy’s face for a second as he lit a cigarette. Buffy squinted. Something about his face seemed off, but then the light vanished and he was nothing more than a dark figure again.
“I have better things to do than tell ghost stories and play games. Actually, tonight is my night off. I came out here because the noise was distracting.”
“Distracting? Where were you, a crypt?” Buffy snorted.
“Matter of fact,” he responded.
“No way,” Buffy said. “You were hanging out in a crypt? How is that better than a party in a cemetery?”
“Can be quite cozy actually. Fancy a look?”
Buffy blinked, thinking he didn’t just ask her what she thought he asked her.
“You want me to check out your cozy crypt? My God that’s lame. Does that line ever work or am I the first lucky girl you’ve tried it on? Is that your Halloween thing?”
“You don’t seem all that thrilled with the party yourself, pet. Bet I could give you something a hell of a lot better to do than sit there with that idiot crowd.”
“Like what?” Buffy asked before she could stop herself.
What am I doing? He’s some weirdo I can’t even see. I shouldn’t be talking to him at all let alone ask what he has in mind for fun. You just know it’s nothing good.
He moved forward, his form slowly revealed to her. Two black Doc Martins, black jeans and a long black leather duster were the first things she saw. Her eyes travelled upward slowly as more of him emerged and took in his black shirt, a red button down hanging open over that, barely visible with the duster over it and finally settled on his face and the thorough bleach job on his head. Whatever she thought she’d seen when his face had been lit up earlier was gone. He looked perfectly normal. Well…maybe not normal…more like–angelic.
Hellooooooo Hottie!
Buffy drank in the gorgeous face revealed to her. Sharp, well defined cheekbones were his most striking feature, although now that she thought about it they were in close competition with his sparkling blue eyes–blue, blue eyes that stared straight into her. Buffy shivered and it had nothing to do with the cold. The leather and platinum look wasn’t really her thing, until she’d seen him. Somehow it seemed to really suit him. Then again it was Halloween. Though she had to admit, if this was a costume, he certainly went all out. She couldn’t help it when her eyes roamed up and down again, ensuring they’d seen everything there was to see and enjoying the view far too much.
“See something you like?”
She jerked her head back up to his face and was met with a knowing smirk, and damn if even that cocky gaze didn’t look good on him too.
“Maybe,” she replied, flirtatiously.
Hey, I promised myself fun right?
He leered at her, his tongue curling up to his teeth and Buffy felt a shock run through her. She squirmed at a sudden tingling sensation in her nether regions.
Wow. That was effective, she thought with surprise. It usually took a lot more than a look to get her going.
“Tell you what, pet, why don’t you come a bit closer and we can have a friendlier chat hmm?”
“Uh…”
Now that Buffy wasn’t sure about. This wasn’t some guy she’d run into at the party, it was a guy who’d been hanging around in the dark, watching them. She seriously doubted he was a student and if he was he had to be at college so she had no clue why he’d even been here, especially if he was telling the truth about hanging out in a crypt.
“Aww, what’s the matter, Goldilocks? Scared? ‘Fraid I’m some Big Bad out to get you?” he goaded.
“No,” she huffed, making a decision and stalking forward so she was within three feet of him.
Up close is nice, she thought as she was afforded a better look into those eyes of his.
“Feisty one, aren’t you? Don’t like to be thought of as a typical frightened little chit, do you?”
“I don’t know what a chit is but I’m sure the answer’s no.”
He laughed, exhaling a stream of blue smoke. He tilted his head to the side and studied her. Buffy shifted from foot to foot under his gaze wondering what he was thinking. He tossed his half smoked cigarette to the ground and stamped on it with one of his heavy boots. She followed the movement with her eyes and was unprepared when he suddenly invaded her personal space, standing directly in front of her and lifting her chin with one cool hand. She looked up at him with wide eyes and gasped at the intimacy of being face to face with him.
“What you need is some fun, right luv?” he whispered softly, his thumb stroking her chin.
Buffy’s breath caught in her throat and she had to swallow hard a few times before regaining her voice for a weak “uh huh.”
“Well, I have a few things in mind, if you’re game,” he said, smiling knowingly as his eyes flickered down to her mouth then back up to her eyes.
Buffy swallowed again. She could feel a wetness forming between her thighs and she was mesmerized by his dark blue eyes, his pupils dilated. His nostrils flared and he closed his eyes for a second, inhaling sharply before they sprang open, staring into her with undisguised lust and hunger.
“Oh yeah. You’re game.”
He swooped in and suddenly his mouth was on hers. Buffy moaned and her eyes closed when the overwhelming sensation of his soft cool lips moving against her overtook her. He was gentle yet demanding and she could do nothing but respond to him in kind. Her arms came up to his shoulders, grabbing his coat and securing her while she let herself go melting into his kiss. His own arms encircled her, pulling her roughly against his hard body and making her moan again.
God damn but he can kiss!
His pushed his tongue against the seam of her mouth and she opened up willingly to meet it with her own. She tasted his mouth and he invaded hers, stroking his tongue across her own, against the roof of her mouth, the insides of her cheeks, playing across her teeth and gums. He was everywhere and she felt like she was being drugged. She couldn’t get enough of him and squirmed against his solid body. He groaned and lowered a hand to her hip, sliding it down the outside of her thigh and gripping her under her ass, lifting her leg and raising it to his waist. The move brought her against another very solid part of his anatomy and she broke away from his kiss with a loud moan, gasping for air. Her hips moved of their own volition, rubbing against him and she clung tightly to him.
He purred with approval and moved to her neck, licking and nipping at her and driving her crazy. He reached a particular spot below her ear and sucked on it and she jerked her hips against him with a groan.
“Oh yes!”
He chuckled and leaned back to look at her. Buffy clapped one hand over her mouth in shock. She was never vocal like that. Hell she was never this brazen. She’d slept with one guy in her life a total of two times and now she was rubbing against some stranger like she was an animal in heat.
“I’m not normally like this,” she blurted out, then blushed madly with embarrassment.
He chuckled again and ground himself against her. Her eyes fluttered shut and she gasped before managing to look back at him again.
“Well that’s a shame, kitten. I kind of like you like this.”
“I-I just, I don’t usually–”
“Get all wanton with a stranger you just met?”
She nodded vigorously, blushing all the while.
“No worries. I never thought you did, and ‘m glad to hear it. Dangerous game to play. You’re lucky it’s Halloween to be honest.”
“Huh?”
Okay he’d lost her there.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it. Look, I can solve the stranger bit. Name’s Spike. And you are?”
“Buffy.”
He paused, regarding her.
“Seriously?”
She scowled at him.
“Okay, Buffy. Nice to meet you Buffy. Now, want to get out of here?”
“Where?” she asked, warily.
“Well I can show you that cozy crypt,” he offered.
“Umm…” She hesitated.
He ground himself against her again and she shuddered. Looking up into his hungry eyes she made up her mind.
“Let’s go.”
He grinned.
“You won’t regret it sweetheart.”
She squealed when he grabbed her other thigh and lifted her so she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist to prevent herself falling. He turned with her in his arms and took large strides further into the trees and out of sight of the party. She had a brief flicker of doubt but then he was kissing her again and any coherent thoughts she had fled her brain as she succumbed to him.
***
She heard the slam of a heavy door and suddenly her bottom was pressed against a cold stone surface. She opened her eyes and realized that they were indeed in a crypt. She looked around to see several candles providing light and that he had set her down on a sarcophagus.
“Wow, you weren’t kidding about the crypt.”
He smirked but didn’t answer. Apparently he had other things on his mind than talking right now. He slid his duster off and tossed it over a second sarcophagus before diving in to kiss her again. She pulled him closer to her, running her thumbs across his gorgeous cheekbones and sliding her legs up and down his back. He made that satisfied purring sound again and his hands began to wander. He started slowly at first, in contrast to his demanding kisses, caressing every bit of bare skin he could find; across her back, up her arms, over her legs, up her stomach and across her shoulders before he buried one hand in her golden mane.
He moved his head back to her neck paying special attention to that one spot he’d found earlier that had her gasping and whimpering with need. She snaked her hands under the red button down and shoved it off his shoulders, enjoying the smooth feel of his muscular, bare arms. His hands wandered around behind her and before she knew what he was doing she felt cool air against her breasts. She looked down and gasped when she realized he had her half naked.
“Spike,” she said, shakily, but his mouth closed over one rosy nipple and she fisted her hands in his hair, arching into his mouth.
He had her panting and moaning and wriggling against him as soon as he put that talented mouth to work. He licked and sucked at her, paying equal attention to both sensitive buds, occasionally glancing up at her, the look in his eyes making her groan loudly. She decided it was very unfair for her to be so exposed while he had so many clothes on and quickly set about removing his shirt. She yanked on it hauling it up over his chest until it got caught under his arms. Reluctantly, he released her nipple and straightened, raising his arms and allowing her to pull his shirt up over his head and toss it to the ground. Her eyes scanned his body and widened.
Jackpot!
He was magnificent. His body was perfectly sculpted and his skin was pale and smooth. The way it looked in the candlelight had her mouth watering and she wanted nothing more than to lick and nip at every rippling muscle right down to those defined hipbones that led the way to–
Her eyes honed in on the significant bulge in his trousers and she licked her lips, her hands twitching, aching to tear his jeans off and get a good look at the package underneath.
“Buffy.”
Her eyes rose to meet his again. He stepped closer, his hands falling to her hips. He gripped her tightly and pressed into her.
“I want you, Buffy.”
She was breathing heavily, her heart galloping in her chest. She raised her hands to his shoulders, stroking his smooth alabaster skin.
“I want you, Spike. I want you.”
He growled and Buffy found herself on her back. Her hips were upwards and set down a second later, and she looked down to find herself naked.
That was fast, she thought, blinking. Her thoughts cut off when he jerked her to the edge of the sarcophagus again. He shifted and then leaned over her both hands slamming down on the stone slab either side of her head. He paused, hovering above her, his expression serious and hungry.
“Spike?”
He shifted his hips forward and his cock slid against her wet centre. Her eyes rolled back. He’d freed himself from his jeans and was sliding against her heated pussy, the feel of him sending jolts through her. A few strokes later and he aligned himself with her opening. He waited for her to look at him again.
“Are you ready little girl?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, raised her legs up to lock about his waist and rolled her hips up so that he entered her. He hissed and craned his head back, the muscles in his neck taut. Lowering his head to gaze at her again he growled and penetrated her fully, sliding home in one sharp thrust.
“AH! SPIKE!”
He began a steady pace; long, slow, deep thrusts that had her mewling under him. She met him thrust for thrust, swiveling her hips a little as they came together, her clit rubbing against his pelvis and bringing her closer to a rapidly approaching wave of pleasure. He increased the speed of his thrusts going gradually faster until she was sobbing, the wave inside her building. She bit her lip, pulling him closer, just needing a little more. He pulled out almost completely and then slammed back in, twisting his hips and sending her over the edge with a loud wail. Buffy felt like she was floating. Her body jerked up against him as her orgasm crashed over her.
“That’s it, pet. Let go. We’re just getting started. This is nothing to what I’m about to do to you, luv.”
Buffy shook as the aftershocks rolled through her, panting heavily and feeling as if a tightly wound spring within her had just uncoiled. She was light headed and could barely comprehend his words. He started kissing her chest and neck, soothing touches that cooled her heated flesh. She slowly began to recover and focused on him as he trailed kisses across her stomach and between her breasts.
“Spike,” she sighed, happily.
He raised his head and grinned.
“Relaxed, kitten?”
She nodded, her eyes sparkling.
“Think you can handle another go?”
Her eyes widened comically. He chuckled and thrust inside her. Her mouth dropped open when comprehension dawned. He hadn’t come, and he was still as hard as nails. What’s more his slow thrusts were making her tingle again and soon had her excitement building.
“Oh hell yes!” she answered, gleefully, wiggling her hips.
He leered at her and then pulled out, stepping back.
“Wha? Hey! Where?” Buffy spluttered.
She struggled to sit up but was thwarted when he grabbed her and unexpectedly flipped her.
“Ooph! Spike! What the hell are you doing?” she asked.
She was now face down on the cold stone and shoved herself up on her arms trying to turn around to see Spike. Her legs were suddenly yanked back over the edge of the sarcophagus so she was bent over it.
“Hey!” she shouted again, indignantly.
“Easy, Buffy. Just setting you up for a new position. You’ll enjoy it, I promise.”
She turned her head but he leaned over her again, his right hand pressed against the sarcophagus and his left gripping her hip. His toned abs pressed against her ass and she realized what he was doing. An “eep” noise escaped her seconds before he spread her legs and thrust into her again. She grunted at the sudden invasion, the force of his thrust pressing her body into the stone.
“Uhn. Fuck, luv, you’re so bloody hot, so wet for me.”
He set a brutal pace this time, slamming into her much harder and faster. Buffy’s breasts and clit scraped against the rock beneath her and she gritted her teeth at the pleasurable pain. And it was pleasurable. Buffy never imagined anything like this would ever feel good, but he was pounding into her like a battering ram and the pressure on her nipples and clit were more than she could stand. She began shouting her pleasure, urging him on faster and harder. She became someone else. Buffy had never been vocal in bed, had never even thought half of the profanities spilling from her mouth as he drove into her, grunting and growling. It was savage and animalistic and she wanted more, needed more.
“Oh God, fuck me Spike! Please! Ohh! Give, UHN! Me. Gah! MORE!”
“BUFFY!” Spike shouted and dived down to her neck.
She heard a crunching sound and then felt something sharp driving into neck. She cried out with sudden pleasure then screamed as her orgasm hit her. It was far more intense than anything she’d felt before. Spike was latched onto her neck still pumping furiously into her. She had barely recovered from the first high when a second, more intense orgasm struck and she screamed again. Spike pulled back and roared as he spilled himself inside her. The noise of their coupling echoed inside the crypt and filled Buffy’s ears. Unable to hold on any longer, Buffy slumped against the cold stone and blacked out.
***
“Buffy! Buffy!”
Buffy groaned as her body was shaken roughly. She didn’t want to wake up. She was exhausted, and the ground felt so nice and cool.
“Buffy!”
“Urgh. Whasawhodahuh?” she murmured eloquently, her eyes opening sluggishly.
“Oh thank God. She’s awake. Buffy, can you hear me?”
“Xander?”
“Yeah, it’s me, Buff. Come on, Will, help me out here.”
Willow and Xander pulled her up into a sitting position and she rubbed her eyes, trying to get them to focus.
“I’m okay.”
“Sure you’re okay. That’s why we found you lying out here under the trees unconscious. Where the heck have you been?”
“I umm,” Buffy struggled to think.
She focused on the faces of her two worried friends and took in her surroundings. She was back outside under the trees, exactly where she’d been when she met Spike.
Spike!
Buffy could see no sign of her mysterious lover. Looking down at herself she was grateful to find she was dressed, though she guessed Willow and Xander would have mentioned it earlier if she had been naked.
“What happened?” Buffy asked. “Where is everyone?”
“Party’s over, Buffy. You missed the whole thing. We’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Willow said.
“Oh, well I went to get some air was all.”
“Air?” Xander asked in disbelief, sharing a concerned glance with Willow. “Outside?”
“I–” Buffy wondered how she was going to explain everything that had happened to her, if she wasn’t imagining it that is. That had happened hadn’t it? It had to have happened.
“I saw Cordy and Scott getting all hot and heavy,” Buffy explained, “and I just needed to get away for a while so I came out here. I guess I–I guess I fell asleep,” Buffy finished lamely.
“You fell asleep!” Willow exclaimed.
Buffy shrugged. Xander scratched the back of his neck then laughed.
“Figures. We all nearly crap ourselves when those guys finally get their butts in gear and pull a ‘guys, cops, scram!’ prank on us and Buffy here is catching up on her beauty sleep.””
“Huh?” Buffy asked, completely lost.
“It was their scary plan. They get us all to some out here and party and scare us senseless with the threat of authority figures. They decided that the only thing more terrifying than a bunch of people in costumes jumping out at us would be to pretend we were about to be arrested for partying in a cemetery,” Willow explained.
“Seriously?” Buffy asked with wide eyes.
“Yup. Worked too, you’d want to see everyone running around like headless chickens. We realized you were gone and spent forever looking for you.”
“Oh, well, I was here.”
“Sleeping,” Willow said with a small smile.
“Yeah,” Buffy agreed, sheepishly.
“Right, well I say it’s time we call an end to this thrilling night and head home. Whattya say, Buffster?”
“Sounds good to me,” Buffy answered, holding her hands out for them to help her to her feet.
She was a bit wobbly and felt unusually weak. Reassuring the others that she was just drowsy, they made their way out of Restfield. Buffy couldn’t help glancing around, looking for any sign of the mysterious Spike, still unsure if he’d been real or if she really had fallen asleep and imagined the whole thing, but seriously doubting it.
Later, as she was preparing to shower, Buffy caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and gasped. She leaned closer, her hand coming up to her neck. Two little round puncture marks stood out right below her ear. She ran her finger over them, feeling the bumps and the contact sent a shock straight to her clit. She shuddered and gasped again.
What the hell?
Buffy stared at those marks in the mirror for almost an hour. Every time she ran her fingers over them, the same thing happened. Having thoroughly freaked herself out, Buffy hopped in the shower and scrubbed herself clean, avoiding her neck this time, trembling whenever the spray his against the puncture marks. She crawled into bed and willed herself to sleep, a mantra running through her head.
You did not have crazy, hot sex with a vampire. You were not bitten by a vampire. You did not have crazy, hot sex with a vampire. You were not bitten by a vampire…
***
The next night, Buffy was walking home from Willow’s house after a late study session. She’d been off all day and though she’d tried to concentrate her mind kept drifting back to the night before and Spike. Willow had sensed that something was up and questioned Buffy about it, but Buffy avoided the interrogation, insisting she was fine but that maybe sleeping outside last night had brought a cold on. After a pretty lame attempt at studying, Buffy made her excuses and left.
She was two blocks from home when she got the feeling she was being followed. She turned around to look behind her but could see no one. The street was empty. Slowly turning back around, shaking her head to try and shake the feeling off she started to walk forward again and smacked straight into a solid chest.
“Argh!” she screamed, her fist shooting out.
A hand caught her wrist and held her firm and she looked up to see–
“Spike!”
He smirked and dropped her wrist, which she snatched away, taking a few steps away from him.
“Hello, kitten.”
“You. You. You.”
“I?” he waited, a smile playing on his lips.
“You BIT ME.”
His smile fell away and he regarded her seriously.
“Yeah, I did.”
“You–wait what? You admit it? You bit me?”
He nodded.
“As in bit me, bit me, with your teeth,” she clarified.
He nodded again, slower this time.
“You bit me?!” she exclaimed.
“It’s what I do,” he said, shrugging.
Buffy stared at him. He sighed.
“You really shouldn’t be out here at night you know. Last night was Halloween so it was safe enough, but now. Well let’s just say I’m not the only thing out here with teeth, yeah?”
“I didn’t hear that,” Buffy said slowly, not even blinking. “I didn’t hear any of this. I had a weird dream last night. You’re imaginary. I’m going crazy, that’s all. There’s no such thing as vampires.”
She walked around him, continuing to mutter to herself. He watched her walk forward as if in a trance repeating that she was crazy, dreaming and that he didn’t exist.
“Buffy.”
“You can’t talk. You’re imaginary.”
He caught up to her and spun her around.
“Buffy. I’m real. I’m a vampire, and you’re not crazy.”
She absorbed this. He watched the fogginess leave her eyes and chuckled to himself when frustration took its place.
“What the hell?!” she exclaimed. “Vampires are real now? Since when?”
“Since the legend has existed, pet and probably before.”
“I can’t believe this.” Buffy turned her head away then looked back at him sharply. “Show me.”
“What?” he asked.
“If you’re a vampire show me. Get fangy.”
“Pet, I don’t think–”
“Show me damn it.”
He sighed and changed, his yellow eyes meeting her startled hazel ones. She took a step back, but didn’t run. He shook off his demon and raised an eyebrow.
“You believe me now?”
She nodded slowly.
“Good. Come on. You need to get home before something out here decides to snack on you.”
He took her arm and started leading her down the street in the direction she’d been headed. She didn’t emerge from her daze until they almost walked past her house. She caught the sleeve of his coat to halt him and when he raised an eyebrow again, pointed to her house. He nodded, understanding and let her go.
“Get inside, and don’t go out alone anymore all right?”
She nodded again and turned to walk up her drive. She was halfway to the door, when she stopped, finally regaining her senses. She spun around to see him still standing there, watching her.
“Why did you come here? Why didn’t you kill me? What were you doing out there last night? How come I woke up back by those trees? I had sex with a vampire?!”
Spike laughed and shook his head. He shoved his hands in his coat pockets and smirked when she folded her arms and tapped a foot impatiently.
“I came to check on you and make sure you were okay when I saw you out alone. I decided I’d better make sure you made it home safe. I didn’t kill you last night because like I said, it was my night off. I was minding my own business when you and your school chums disturbed my peace. I was gonna frighten the lot of you off so I could get some peace and quiet. I put you back where I knew your friends would find you. Figured it was the least likely way to freak you out when you came to. Yes. You had sex with a Big Bad vampire.” He curled his tongue behind his teeth at that last part.
“Oh,” was all she managed. Another thought struck her. “So, if tonight is a normal night, how come you’re not killing me now? Not that I’m not glad that you aren’t but walking me home isn’t a typical vampire courtesy, right?”
He shrugged. “You grew on me.”
“Right,” she said. “I’m uh, gonna go inside now.”
He nodded. Buffy turned and walked back to the door. She opened it and his voice floated across the yard to her.
“Be seeing you, Buffy.”
She whipped around but he was gone, vanished into the night. Buffy swallowed hard. She ran inside and slammed the door shut behind her. She leaned against the solid surface and closed her eyes.
Well. You wanted excitement and you found it. Vampires–yay.
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
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03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
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08/31/16 03:45 pm
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