First Time First Love
Buffy went into the direction of the little church totally lost in her thoughts. She had heard rumors about a new vampire and wanted to meet Spike there.
A shiver of excitement went through her body when she thought of what they were going to do afterwards on the cemetery. The sexappeal was still as strong as it had been in the beginning even after almost six years.
The Slayer only needed to think about how her vampire fought and she only wanted the one thing! The picture of Spike acting in the fight arose in front of her inner eye. She loved the ease of his movements, the suppleness of his muscles. When Spike fought, everything looked like a game. As if he would not take it seriously.
When Angel fought you only saw raw strength. Wherever he came into force, no one would get up anymore. Spike had compared his Sire with Hulk once very aptly. His beats were heavy and he put pure strength into them. It was different with Spike.
Buffy always thought it looked like he danced. A bizarre dance for life and death. Thus he was often underestimated by his opponents. Thus and because of his big talking. Buffy smiled spontaneously. Then she got serious again. Who knew Spike, knew that behind the flashy appearance of her husband, there was an enemy you had to reckon.
Sometimes she still wondered how she had managed not to be killed in the first two years. She had asked him why once.
He had taken care of two powerful vampires and she had leant herself against the rear of the church, struggling for breath.
“Why didn’t you actually manage… to kill me ? At that time? You had so many chances. Did you not want to?"
She had given him a smile lovingly.
He had stepped up in front of her and had shoved her against the cold stone in her back.
“Why’d ya wanna know this? That’s ma secret." His kiss had made her knees go weak. She had run her tongue over his lips.
But the thought did not let her off.
“What would you do if you had the chance once again? Everything would be the way it had been at that time, only with the feelings of today?"
He had grinned rather lecherously, put his hand under the skirt and simply torn off her thong. “What I would do? This!" He had thrusted his finger deeply in her wet tunnel.
She had moaned and sunk against him.
“And then I would do that." He had stuck his tongue into her mouth and imitated the rhythm of his finger, then gripped her hips and pressed her against his hard excitement. She had opened his jeans and he buried himself with one single thrust deeply into her. Spike slowly started to move.
”I would do this and then... " he had nibbled at her neck.
“I would have killed you!" Spike had daringly glared at his wife.
She had let out a loud laugh.
“So whatcha gonna do? Nibble me to death?" He had growled and then they had not spoken for long time.
Buffy came back to presence with a blow. Literally. She had been so lost in thoughts that she hadn’t noticed the new arisen vampire behind her. The blow hit her without preparation and threw her against the wall of the church with the back. Stars flickered in front of her eyes and it got black around her for a second. When Buffy could see clearly again, she was surprised at the changes around her but the vampire attacked her once more.
Had he not looked different a minute ago? She heard Xanders voice behind her and caught the stake which he threw to her instinctively.
It made 'pouffe' and the vampire dissolved into dust. Buffy gasped for breath and turned to Xander.
”What are you doing here? Xander? Willow? What’s up here actually?" She blinked. Willow and Xander stood in front of her. This alone would not have surprised her.
But they looked different... like ten years ago. Willow, young and long-haired. As if they had just met each other. And the backyard in which they were standing reminded her of an already former situation.
”Err, Buffy? Everything ok?" Applause resounded behind her and she turned round.
A vampire stepped out of the shadow.
“Nice work, love!”
”What are you doing here?" Astonished that Spike was already there, Buffy watched him appear. The whole situation was grotesquely but somehow familiar. She had gone through the same situation before.
”You’ll find out on Saturday.”
Oh yes, it had actually happened. Willow and Xander, how they were acting, Spike at that time and how she remembered him from their first run-in.
She knew exactly which question she had asked him at that time.
”What happens on Saturday?"
“I kill you!”
It was too well known to her. She knew too well.
“Oh dear, do you know how often I have already heard this? Do you have nothing better up your sleeves?” Spike stopped shortly. The Slayer should trembl with fear. But she actually smiled... The little slut laughed at him. As if she knew something about which he had no idea of.
She turned round to her helpers and went.
“Oh, and Spike?" She stopped in her tracks once again.
“Please, don’t be late on Thursday!”
Later in the library
“Spike. That's what the other vampire called him? That's a little unorthodox, isn't it?"
Buffy had thought about telling Willow and Xander what had happened to her all the time. But she could hardly believe it herself. Her spirit seemed to have gone on a time travel. She looked the same as at her being sixteen, only with the knowledge and the feelings of tomorrow. How had it happened? She had no idea.
Could wishes really come true? Giles was looking for Spike in his books, while Buffy was indulging in her thoughts. Had she really not remarked how sexy, at that time, her husband had already looked?
”Giles, I can handle him, don’t bother.” Buffy was confident. Of course. She knew what would happen. Should she prevent it? Should she change the events? Willow would tell her later on that things could go otherwise, everything would become differently and not even better... and that absolutely no one was allowed to change the past. Therefore the slayer kept her mouth shut.
At that time, it had ended well, this time, it surely would, too.
“Well, he can't be worse than any other creature you've faced", said Giles, to reply to Willow’s suggestion.
”He is worse!”
Angel’s voice could be heard from the door.
“Once he starts something he doesn't stop until everything in his path is dead."
He got closer.
“Hmm. So, he's thorough, goal-oriented."
‘Oh yes’, Buffy thought grinning at Xanders words,’he definitely is.’ Primarily, at a quite certain thing. Don’t, no... nice Buffy doesn’t think of something like that! Neither does sixteen year old Buffy... At the moment, in addition, she still was with Angel..., if she thought about it now...
At Willow's words about the 400 dates she did not feel a tiny trace of jealousy. At Spike however! He was in this storehouse with Dru now.
What the hell did her husband with that insane girl?
“Angel, do you know if this Spike fellow goes under any other name?" She already knew (and now she understood why), that he had disappeared immidiately.
Buffy entered her house. It was just the same as she had it in memory.
”Hey Buffy. You are back early. Didn’t you want to go to the Bronze tonight?" Her Mom! She was here! She lived healthily and lively. Buffy rushed to her and wrapped her arms around her.
”Hey my dear, it’s ok. But don’t think that I therefore do not go to the parents' evening!" Buffy blinked the tears away.
”I love you, Mom.”
”So do I Buffy!” She squeezed her daughter briefly once again.
The next day
Buffy had the machete in her hand like back then and cut cucumbers for the celebration.
She was still astonished because of the events. How very much she had missed the others anyway. Old, shy Willow, the always funny Xander, Giles, Miss Calender, yes and Cordy’s saucy manner, too. She had forgotten how everyone had been like, happy and careless in these early years.
The parents' evening started and Buffy was really nervous. But this time it wasn’t her mother or director Snyder whom let her look at the watch again and again. She had wondered the whole day already how she should react tonight. Just like at that time? Nobody had had been hurt... ok.
Except for the two teachers. Perhaps she could prevent it this time. Was she allowed to do so at all? And Spike? She knew she would not be able to fight against him seriously. But exactly this could be the decisive fault. Although she did not know his fighting style at that time either. But with her knowledge of today... it couldn’t be so hard to fight against him then.
Time didn’t go by and Buffy roamed up and down restlessly. Her mother was terribly furious with her and came towards her at nine o'clock. Most parents had already gone. Buffy was just on the way to go outside with her mother when she heard the familiar splitting of the window. Grinning inwardly she turned round. Oh yes, her husband loved great appearances! What had he said at that time?
Oh yes.
”Let me have a guess? You couldn't wait.” Spike stared at the Slayer. He had just wanted to say exactly the same himself. He ordered his men to get the other people.
He, however, wanted the Slayer for personal happiness. Buffy reacted just like before. She dragged her Mom along behind herself into the classroom. This time again, she crawled to Giles and then back over the ceiling to the place in which she had met Sheila . But now she put on a short trial and staked her, hardly that Sheila had opened her mouth. The other vampire did not fare differently.
She then took care that her mother really left the school.
"Fe, fi, fo fum. I smell the blood of a nice ripe girl!” Spike turned round with his gameface. A shower went right down her spine. How did she not have been able to find him sexy?
He regarded the pole in the hands and the Slayer held the axe like ten years before.
“Do we really need weapons for this?”
She grinned and took the words away from him once more.
”I know, you just like them and thay make you feel all manly!" She had done it again! Again she said exactly what he had actually wanted to answer. He growled and threw the bar aside.
She equalled to him with the axe.
“The last Slayer I killed... she begged for her life."
They circled around each other.
“You don't strike me as the begging kind.” He questioningly looked at her.
And she went into the game.
“You shouldn’t have come here.”
”No. I've messed up your doilies and stuff.” He pointed behind himself. “But I just got so bored. I'll tell you what. As a personal favor from me to you I'll make it quick. It won't hurt a bit.”
He laughed.
And she answered like she had already done it years ago.
“No, Spike. It’s gonna hurt a lot!” And then the dance started. He hit out and she blocked, countered, approached each of his blows. Spike slowly but surely got furious. He had the feeling that the bitch did not really fight for her life but with half her strength to not hurt him. This would not have been bad further, if he could have landed only one good hit. It seemed to him as if she would anticipate each of his blows. And it was that way. After so many years of common fighting and training Buffy knew every blow, any of her husband’s kicks.
He beat into the wall above her head this time, too.
“Did that hurt much, darling?" She had not stepped away like at that time but still stood between him and the wall. Buffy looked at the vampire and smiled smugly.
Before he could pass her another stroke or had freed his hand from the wall, she put her lips on his. Damn! She had kissed him! The Slayer had kissed HIM, William the Bloody. This little Slayer slut had actually ventured it!
He boiled with anger. Buffy laughed out loud when she saw the horrified and nauseated expression on Spike’s face.
”C’mon, Spike. You don’t like women? Or are you gay?" She ducked away under his arm and ran down the corridor.
She knew she had made him so furious with the last sentence that in any case he would follow her. Spike hissed with anger when he heard the words come out of the Slayer’s mouth. He slowly went down the corridor and sucked in air searchingly from time to time. He stopped in front of a classroom. The vampire took a swing and the door crushed open. She stood at the wall and he revelled in her horror at his sight. He carefully stepped towards her. She stood there, trembling with fear. She had put her hands in front of the mouth and stared at him with big puppy eyes.
Her trembling got stronger and stronger and he could smell her…
She laughed, what the fuck?
She trembled with suppressed laughter and her eyes sparkled with pleasure. Damned Slayer, was she insane or something?
Buffy could not hold on to herself and snorted in bulk. She laughed and laughed. Spike rolled his eyes in annoyance.
”What the hell’s wrong with you, Slayer?" Buffy could not speak at all and she brought out only one sentence under gurgling:
“You have... you didn’t need to... the door was open!"
And then she laughed even louder. Spike was well fed up. He would give her a short shrift.
And he would not drink of her either, maybe he contracted her disease. Buffy winced as Spike stepped right in front of her and supported himself with the hands on the wall on both sides of her head. Oh, oh, her laughter had apparently made him even more angry. And nevertheless, his proximity did not miss the effect on her. Her knees trembled and the excitement crept through her veins.
She spontaneously leant nearer to him and soaked in his unmistakable smell.
What was she doing there? Did she sniff at him? And why were her eyes closed? Actually she should have shaken with fear and was supposed to beg for her life. Instead he smelled her... excitement?
But his reaction to her did not fail to appear either.
He pushed his hip to hers and tried to frighten her.
“You shouldn’t try to play adult games, luv.”
With the hand she followed his eye-bulges and his demon eyes shimmered blue for a moment. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her lips next to his ear.
Her breath stroked over his skin and a goose-flesh ran down the back of the cold-blooded vampire.
“You know, Spike, still better but to kill the Slayer is to fuck her.”
He raised up his head. Had she really said that? Her significant look told him that he really heard it.
Excitement shot into his loins and let him get hard instantly. He just wanted to push her off himself, but stopped midway.
Hey, he was the Big Bad after all. So why not accept what she offeres him so willingly? He could still kill her afterwards. Buffy saw the change in his eyes just before his gameface disappeared and his human face emerged again.
She supported herself on the wall with her back and wrapped her legs around his hip.
Rubbed herself sensorily against him and a deep moan escaped from the vampire’s lips.
“C’mon, Spike. Do it. Now!"
She reached between their bodies and opened his jeans. Spike panted. The little girl damnly knew what she wanted. He grabbed her thong and tore it off in one move. He gave her a vicious smile.
If she should back out now... But the Slayer raised up her hips and let herself sink down onto him with a deep groan. Spike closed his eyes and growled. He had never felt something like that. He felt connected to this girl in a unique way. Feelings which he believed buried long ago found their way to the surface. He opened his eyes and stared directly into hers.
She watched every emotion flicker over his face, her green eyes halfclosed and dark with desire.
He started to move, slowly first, then fastened. Her breath went heavy and a light film of sweat covered her skin. She sent her characteristic smell over to him. Let him lose control. Deeply he moved in her and when he had the feeling that she couldn’t hold back the climax, he could not hold on to himself anymore either. Once again he thrust deep into her and followed her over the edge. She shouted his name loudly and sank against him.
She then raised the look and the “Scourge of Europe” was in shock of what he saw in her eyes: pure love. He pushed her off of himself.
What happened here, right now? He was the Big Bad. He was a vampire and she was the Slayer. Natural born enemies whom only were connected by one thing: the common hate for the respective other.
But this?
Buffy noticed the conflict in which her later husband was. Well, she would make it easy for him this time.
She arranged her clothes and looked at the fair-haired vampire threateningly.
“If you ever tell someone even a word about this, Spike, I kill you. Slowly and painfully. Is this clear?”
He could live with that.
He buttoned up his trousers and also gave her an evil look.
“The same to you, Slayer. Therefore take care!”
He then let appear his demon again.
“Oh, I have thought it over, Slayer. It is better for me, if you don’t have the chance to talk about that.” He hit her into the face with the fist. Buffy, who was not prepared for it, banged against the wall with the head and blacked out. The last thing which she heard was her mother’s voice.
”You get the hell away from my daughter!"
"Buffy, love. C’mon, pet. Don’t scare me this way, wake up."
Buffy opened the eyes moaning and backed away when she saw Spikes face right above her.
She blinked and recognized that she was behind the church on the little cemetery.
“What has happened, Spike?"
”Oh, well. I came just on time to see how the heap of vampire dust over there throwing my dearest wife against the stone wall. Well, and I already am having a try to get you awake for a quarter of an hour."
He helped her up to her feet and embraced her. Buffy wondered that only had passed a quarter of an hour.
Had everything only been a dream?
“Luv, never scare me that way, again. What the hell have ya been thinkin’ bout, so that you were so far away mentally?” They left the cemetery side by side. Buffy blushed a little bit when she thought of why the vampire had been able to overtake her. Spike had watched his wife closely and noticed the redness creeping up her neck. Ah, so she had thought of him. He smiled.
”Spike?" Buffy consulted her husband questioningly.
”What can you remember of when we fought the first time?"
She tensely waited for his answer.
“Oh, just that you were incredibly sexy!" The breath cought up in her breast.
Did he remember?
“I thought that your fighting style was really slap-up!"
She let out a sigh of relief.
“Oh and I remember something more." His grin got broader and Buffy held her breath once again.
Spike raised the fists as if holding a weapon.
”You already know... go the hell away from my daughter." Buffy emitted the air.
Spike hugged her.
”I didn’t like the idea of a Slayer with friends and family at that time at all!"
Later that evening they laid deeply satisfied and cuddled next to each other in bed. Their twins were sleepling and Buffy had already fallen asleep, when her husband’s voice pervaded her almost dreams.
”By the way , you were right, luv! Much better than to kill the Slayer, is to fuck her!" Buffy suddenly opened her eyes widely and looked right into her husband’s face, who had a big smirk on it.
The End