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Chapter 2:

Buffy woke up a few hours later and stretched her arms out at her sides. She opened her eyes up and then the memory from the night before flashed back into her mind. She remembered the fight with Spike, Willow getting hurt, Spike beating her in the fight, waking up here, and that all this was because of Bleach-Boy himself.

“Finally you wake up, Slayer.”

Speaking of whom… She crossed her arms over her chest and got off the bed. Spike had been standing in front of the bed as she slept. Giles wouldn’t have been proud of her putting her guard down like that. She opened her mouth to say a rude comment, but his evil lickable… No! not lickable smirk was once again plastered onto his face.

“What do you want?” She asked him, clearly annoyed.

“We have some rules to go over.” He stepped closer to her and she unconsciously took a step backwards, “You cannot leave the mansion and you cannot kill anyone or anything.”

Spike took another step towards her and she collided with a side table. Her hands grabbed onto the side table and she gripped it till her knuckles turned white. When Spike dared step closer her swung out her arm and knocked the table against the side of Spike’s head. Spike was temporarily disabled and when he realized what had happened he ran out of her room tracking her scent around the mansion. He ran past unconscious vampires and broken furniture. Spike met up with her when her hand had connected with the front door of the mansion. She was just about to turn the knob when a hand went around her neck while another hand pushed her up against the door. Her wrist, which had been painfully jammed between the door and her hip twisted with the surprising force. Buffy felt herself get spun around and instead of a hand holding her up, it was Spike’s whole body.

“I told you not to go.” Spike hissed through clenched teeth. Buffy struggled to get away, but he held onto her tight.

“Now you need to get punished.” Spike said. He twisted her arms behind her back started to pull her through the mansion.

“I know what your going to do to me.” Buffy said. She struggled partially out of Spike’s grasp and tried to run, but Spike was right behind her. He pushed her to the ground and crawled onto her hips.

“Nothing.” Spike said. Spike forced her hands up over her head and Buffy stopped fighting.

“Exactly.” She grunted, “Your going to keep me alive so that no other Slayers are called.” When Spike felt her start to calm down, he loosened his grip on the Slayer. She took that as an opportunity to get out of his grasp and land a hard punch on his jaw.

“It would be so much easier if you would listen.” Spike said to her, regaining his hold on her wrists.

“It would be so much easier if you would let me go.” She said back to him. A light bulb flashed over her head as she got an idea on how to get away. It worked a lot when other vampires had gotten the upper hand in a battle against her. She closed her eyes sensually and then lifted her hips in the air. She mocked moaned ‘Spike’ in pleasure and licked her lips. She felt Spike loosen his grip once more and she pushed him away from her. She got off the ground and took on a fighting stance.

“What was all that rot about?” Spike asked, partially angry for letting himself believe her.

“I should be an actor.” Buffy giggled, still keeping her guard up, “You so believed me.”

“Actor?” Spike scoffed, “Only for the cheap rental porn with a title like ‘Buffy the Dildo Slayer’.” Buffy’s jaw dropped at his comment and she swung out her fist at him, missing by a few inches.

The comment hit close to home for her because the only guy she’d been with was Angel and that was for one night. Basically, she did have one in her room, and seeing how often she used it and in such shape it was in - Spike was correct, she was a slayer for those poor devices.

“Me? Porn? Oh, when ‘Spike and His Little Spike Take a Trip to Uranus’ comes out on DVD I’ll be sure to rent it.”

“Oi, Slayer, I can give you a preview. Y’no just to make sure that my jollies are good enough for it.” Spike joked, getting out of his fighting position and about to unbutton his pants. Buffy’s arms shot up and covered her eyes and Spike jumped forward, fully clothed (Darn), and smashed her body up against the wall, with his hips holding her there.

“You cheated.” Buffy argued.

“So did you, ‘Oh, Spike, mmm’. ” Spike mocked.

“That was to get you off of me.” Buffy defended. She didn’t notice that she wasn’t struggling until it was too late: Spike had noticed.

“So, Slayer…” Spike whispered in a raspy breath, “I don‘t see you struggling. Could it be that you…” He dug his now evident erections into her hip, “Like it rough?”

Buffy knocked some sense into herself and smashed her head against his. Spike tumbled back and Buffy pushed him into the wall. She held a firm hand against his through in a chokehold while the other collided with his face in a fist.

“I… Would… Never….. Do that with you, Spike.” She said punching him in the face at every pause. She heard something behind her but she didn’t have a chance to react before something hard collided with her face.

She fell limp onto the floor and then was picked up by Spike. Spike turned to take her back up to the room when the vampire that had hit her started to talk.

“You aren’t going to take her back into that room, are you? She was beating you and she’s not going to get tortured?” The vampire asked. Spike didn’t answer, but spun around and kicked the poor vampires head off of the neck. As the body turned to dust Spike turned back up the stairs.

He laid her down on the bed and then sat back down on a chair in the corner, “She will have a talk with me, and she will learn the rules…”




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