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Spike was bored with Paris. He'd been there for fifty six years, fifty five and nine months of which he'd spent with his glorious dark princess. Now that she was gone he couldn't stand Paris anymore. He walked down the streets at night and stopped in front of restaurants where they had dined together--on those succulent patrons. Too many memories. The pain was just too much for him to take anymore and he needed something to take his mind off of his loneliness and misery. Perhaps he should leave and go somewhere they'd never visited together. Someplace that held no memories. That would be difficult because they'd been traveling together for one hundred years. The only place they'd never ventured was the States. Too conservative for their tastes. But at least for him it would be someplace new and he had heard there was a wicked powerful slayer in Los Angeles. It would be good for him to go after another slayer again. How many years had it been since he'd killed his last one? Twenty? Thirty?

For the moment that lovely young woman walking out of The Chanteuse Cafe would do to get his mind off things. She had dark hair like his precious Drucilla and a full, luscious body. She was walking past a row of apartments and then she turned to cross to the same side of the street as him. He waited for her in the shadows, slowly backing up until he could feel the cold bricks of the building against his back. She was walking towards him down the sidewalk. The closer she got the more pleased he was with his choice. She was rather pretty with large dark eyes. When she stepped on just the right crack in the sidewalk, Spike reached out with lightening speed and grabbed her around the waist. She had no time to scream. He drew her into his dark corner and sank his fangs into her lovely white neck. He then pulled up her skirt, ripped off her panties and swiftly slid himself into her hot core. Perfect, he purred contentedly as he felt the woman's blood pumping down his throat. He kept perfect time with her heartbeat as he thrust himself deep inside of her. He slid his hands up under her shirt and pushed up her bra. He began to softly squeeze and caress her breasts in a slow rhythm as he moved himself towards his climax.

'My god this feels good--but--I--need--to--run' the woman thought to herself as the streetlights dimmed in her vision. A car went by that she could barely hear. The red tail lights a strange blur. Everything was pleasantly muffled and slow. She'd never felt so much pleasure, it was overwhelming. Her orgasm was building quickly until finally it shot out like an electric current to every part of body. Her fingers and toes tingled as wave after wave of pure bliss ripped through her. She gripped the leather clad arm that held her tightly around the waist and screamed out, thrashing in his arms and throwing back her dark hair to howl in ecstasy. Then everything was enveloped in blackness.

Spike laid the lifeless form of the woman down on the cobblestones and stepped over her. He zipped up his pants, ran a pale hand through his hair to put any loose curls back into place, and then began walking back towards his home. It had been a good night. He had forgotten about Dru for a few minutes. That was the best he'd managed since she'd left him three months ago. Now he needed a nice long shower, a glass of wine and a good book.




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