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Buffy entered the mansion, her footfalls echoing with every step. Her normally confident grip on her stake was slack, perspiration making the piece of wood slick.

She'd found herself coming here every night for the past three weeks, with no recollection of how she'd gotten there. None.

“Hello?” Her voice, normally so strong with conviction, trembled as it echoed through the halls.

She came to an abrupt stop as a large wolf spider skittered across the floor. She shuddered as she let it pass.

Like the past three weeks, she slowly made her way up the staircase, stake lax in her hand as she peered through what doors were open or left ajar. She stopped when she saw flickering candlelight dancing along the dark wood floor of one of the rooms further down the wing.

She had to take a breath once she stopped in the doorway. Spike was sitting up in a king-sized bed, shirtless, his back to the headboard with his eyes closed. His long, dark lashes fanned out against his alabaster skin.

“Mummy brought you your present,” Drusilla's singsonged behind her.

Buffy jumped, her breath catching in her throat. She seemed to have lost track of time, again, and her frustration was insurmountably building. Drusilla reached over her shoulders from behind her, easily snipping the spaghetti straps of her dress with her sharp fingernails.

“Isn't this what you wanted?” she asked the motionless vampire in bed as Buffy's clothes pooled to the floor around her feet. “The pretty little Slayer all unwrapped before you? Feast your eyes, my love.”

The little blonde gasped as she found Drusilla at her breast, a slick, pink tongue slithering out to taste a hardened nipple. She squeezed her eyes shut as the vampiress suckled at her heated skin, spindly hands making their way down her hips to caress her sex through the thin fabric of her panties.

She stung where Drusilla's fingernails scraped at her sensitive skin, sliding between her folds to ghost against her clit before sliding a long middle finger into her pussy.

She blinked, the motion seeming to last forever, and when she opened her eyes again she was splayed out on the bed with her legs spread. Spike was between her thighs and they were alone in the dark musty room, his tongue sliding in and out of her. He suckled at her clitoris, catching the tip with a light nip of his blunt teeth. She shuddered as she came into his mouth, releasing an ear-piercing scream.

He cradled her hips with open palms as she brought her sex flush against his face, all quiet but for the sound of him supping from the fluids rushing down her inner thighs.

“You'll take her tonight, won't you?” Drusilla purred from a far corner of the room. “Pretty please, my dark prince?” She stepped forward into the dim light, pinching her rosy nipples. “Mummy wants her pretty baby to play horsie with Daddy, my love. I'll be good. I'll watch from right there.”

Spike stood only to sit at the foot of the bed. Drusilla took Buffy's hand and led her to the peroxide blond's lap. When the Slayer blinked, the dark vampiress was gone again.

“Come sit on Daddy's lap,” Spike uttered.

Buffy's voice trembled. “Where did she go?”

He smirked and chuckled dryly. “Was never here to begin with.”

“What?” she asked, confounded.

“Jus' come here, my sweet pea,” he beckoned, pulling her onto his lap. “Did you like wha' I did for you? Made all your dark wishes come true, Daddy did.” He helped her straddle his lap. “Now you'll make mine.”

Buffy cried out as Spike pulled her down onto his cock, latching his fangs into the side of her throat. He drank in deep pulls once, twice, thrice, before withdrawing.

“Ride Daddy,” Spike said roughly into her ear.

Her pussy stung as he gripped her hips and manipulated them down, then up, down, up, down, up, downupdownup...

Her neck was drenched with her own blood. She looked at him through tearful eyes, cowering off of his lap. She gasped as she clutched at her throat, feeling split open everywhere at once.

“Did Daddy hurt you?” Drusilla's voice came from behind her. “Let Mummy make it better. He didn't mean it, my sweet.”

Buffy closed her eyes as the vampiress lapped at her wound. Her head spun as Spike continued to pitch his hips against hers.

“She's the one,” Drusilla said emphatically. “My Spike...”

Buffy gasped, startling herself awake. She found herself alone, in her own bed, her legs splayed and her fingernails biting into the side of her neck.

“Honey, you awake?” Joyce called from downstairs.

God, she hoped so.

She'd been having strange dreams since two weeks prior, and she couldn't figure any of them out. Especially since dreams normally starred people you'd already seen in waking life, but once again she was dreaming of people – creatures – that she'd never set eyes on.

Her mother dropped her off at the front gates at 7:30. Buffy felt disoriented as she stepped foot inside Sunnydale High School, being bumped and jostled by the usual sea of students.

Much later into the morning, she was called over the PA to report to the library. She made purposeful strides down the hallway until reaching her destination.

Buffy took a deep breath and pushed open the swinging doors, nearly dropping her things when she found the subject of her dreams standing right before her.

Spike, bleach blond, seeming to drown in leather. He looked at her hungrily, sizing her up.

“You must be Buffy,” he said.

She was frozen in place. “Y-You--”

He grinned toothily at her. “Me. Didn' expect you so soon, luv.”

“Where's G—Where's the librarian?” she whispered.

Spike shrugged. “Ate 'im.” He moved off his perch on one of the long wooden tables, stepping forward right into her personal space.

“H-How--” Buffy choked.

“We've been waiting, luv,” he whispered.


He gave a slow nod, smiling. “Me an' Dru.” He smirked. “But I think I'll get the first taste. I don' think she'd mind.” He hefted her onto the table, his hands wandering up her skirt to drag down her underwear.

Buffy closed your eyes. “Please...”

He kissed her softly. “M'not very nice in your dreams, am I?” he murmured.

She shook her head.

He buried his face in between her legs and she screamed. He licked and nipped at every inch of her sensitive flesh until she was spilling all over the table. He suckled at her clit until she was raw.

“Was Dru's doin',” he said later.

“W...huh?” Buffy asked, dazed.

“The dreams. She couldn' wait to get inside of you. So she didn't.” He shrugged. He glanced at the clock. “I expect you've missed about three periods already.” He undid his pants. “Care to miss a couple more?”

Buffy couldn't help but watch him as he covered her body with his own, sheathing himself inside. She clung to his biceps as he began to move, his hips undulating against hers. She gasped as he took a nipple into his mouth, suckling as he ground his pelvis against her clit. She wailed, writhing beneath him.

“God, Buffy,” he moaned, flipping them so he was sitting and she was straddling his lap. “Ride me. Ride Daddy.”

Buffy felt her orgasm rip through her as she lowered herself down on his cock.

She was drenched as he turned her over onto her stomach and dragged her half off of the table before entering her from behind. The table squeaked and groaned in protest underneath them.

“Spike! Spike!” she cried hoarsely.

His breath hitched as he slammed his hips into hers, coming with a roar. Their combined spendings dripped down between their legs, and Spike was hardening again, stretching and filling her.

“Stop!” Buffy nearly sobbed. “Stop, it's too much...”

“Could go forever if you wanted me to,” Spike murmured, sucking her earlobe into his mouth.

Her nether region tingled as he made his cock pulse inside of her.

“I don't understand,” she said wearily. “Why me? Why choose me?”

“Don' rightly know, pet,” he said, withdrawing from her warm heat to perch her on his lap. “Jus' know it feels good, an' Dru an' I, well... We're game if you are.” He waggled his eyebrows at her.

“I'm... I'm the Slayer,” she said bitterly. “This shouldn't be happening at all.”

He gave a humorless laugh. “How d'you think we feel, luv? We aren't exactly accustomed to playin' with our food...much.” He ran his tongue over his teeth. “My, love. Dru is jus' waitin' to see you. She can't wait to eat you up.” He licked his lips.

She squirmed off of his lap. “Did you really eat the librarian? Wh—Where...”

“Wasn' here when I arrived,” he said with a shrug, making a languid show of putting on and buttoning his black denim jeans. “Worked out well, din't it?”

Her face was blood red as she blushed, shielding her nudity with her sweater.

He smirked as he buttoned his shirt. “'Ta, luv,” he hummed seductively, whispering a kiss across her mouth before pushing through the double doors.


Later that evening Buffy was even more confused, especially when she found herself getting whacked over the head with a wooden plank during patrol and waking up nude with a pounding head, sore wrists and ankles, and bent and tied over a gymnast's raised balance beam.

She gasped as she felt something soft and wet poke her pussy from behind and swirl around her hole.

“Mmmm,” Dru chuckled. “What a naughty thing we did to baby.”

“This... This has to stop,” Buffy protested weakly.

“Oh, but we've only just begun, my sweet,” Dru said, lapping at her dripping cunt. She buried her face between her ass cheeks and vamped out, sliding her rough tongue between her folds. She hummed, slipping a finger between her own legs as come dribbled from Buffy's hole.

“Dru!” Buffy exclaimed breathily. She had meant to protest, but instead she sounded utterly satisfied.

“I've been waiting, my darling,” Dru whispered, coming around to finally face her. “Going to finally watch you in the flesh as you ride your sweet Daddy.” She licked her lips before pressing them against the Slayer's and slipping her tongue inside the young woman's mouth.

Buffy couldn't help but kiss back. Breathless whimpers escaped her lips as Dru massaged her clit with rough fingers. The dark haired vampire undid her bonds before gently tugging her to the floor. Buffy laid on top of her, their legs intertwined so that their pussies kissed.

“Be in me,” Dru gasped, taking Buffy's head between her hands as she looked directly into her eyes.

Buffy felt pleasure twofold as they moved their hips against each other, everything Drusilla was feeling being reflected back on her through the thrall. Buffy pitched her hips forward, her clit bumping against Dru's.

The Slayer cupped Drusilla's pale breasts, rolling her nipples between her index finger and thumb. Dru cupped Buffy's ass, gyrating her hips against the other girl's. Their mouths fused together for a kiss, breathy whimpers echoing through the room as they orgasmed over and over.

Dru smiled lazily as she tugged the Slayer to her feet. “Wasn't that fun, my sweet?”

Buffy's head was spinning, and she was pretty sure it was due to a concussion in addition to the mind blowing orgasms lately.

“My Spike likes unwrapping presents, he does,” the vampiress crooned. “I think I'll get you all nice and dressed up. What do you say, hmm?”

Buffy was mute as she was tugged into another musty room. Drusilla smiled gently at her as she pulled a very see-through cream-colored dress over her head. There were ruffles and lace, and Buffy felt a bit silly even as the delicate material sliding over her skin made her nipples pucker. The dress stopped just under her ass, leaving little to the imagination.

“Daddy won't mind if Mummy has a taste,” Dru giggled to herself, suckling Buffy's very visible nipple through the fabric of her dress.

She tugged her impatiently into another room—one that Buffy knew immediately. She saw Spike waiting on the bed as he'd done in her dreams the past two weeks, his back against the headboard. He was nude, his legs drawn up near to his chest as he waited on her arrival. He leered at them and lowered his legs, smirking when Dru ushered Buffy onto his lap. Spike trailed his fingers up her thighs, lifting the thin material as he helped position the Slayer over his cock. Drusilla climbed onto the bed herself, behind Buffy on her knees, trailing her pale hands along her tits before settling them on her hips.

“I'll teach you just what Daddy likes,” she whispered in her ear, pressing a sweet kiss to the side of her throat.

Buffy felt her change against her skin, shivering as Dru's elongated fangs sank into her neck as she gripped her hips and lowered her swollen pussy onto Spike's cock. She whimpered.

Dru withdrew. “Yesssss...” she sighed, gently pinching her nipples before returning her hands to her waist, directing her to gyrate and sink on Spike's erection. “Such a good girl.” She pressed flush against her from behind, shamelessly rubbing her clit against the swell of her ass as Buffy took it upon herself to sink onto Spike's cock on her own accord.

“Fuck,” Spike groaned, tugging both of his girls closer. He kissed Dru over Buffy's shoulder, smiling against her lips before sweetly kissing the Slayer, his tongue tracing over her bottom lip.

Buffy threw her arms around his neck, bouncing against him with wild abandon. He pitched his hips against hers, nipping the side of her throat Drusilla hadn't occupied. Dru moved back to sit on her rear at the foot of the bed, her legs spread eagle as she pumped her long fingers inside herself at the sight of Buffy fucking her childe.

“Come, my sweet girl, come,” Dru pleaded.

Buffy screamed, her pussy tightening around Spike's cock. He sank his fangs into her throat, tracing the undersides of her breasts with his fingertips as he ejaculated into her warm depths.

“Oh, do it again! Do it again!” Dru cried with childish delight, clapping her hands.

Spike flipped Buffy onto her back, on his knees as he pulled her lower body flush against his. He gripped her hips, grinding tantalizingly against her, the head of his cock pressing deliciously tight by her cervix, his pelvis agonizingly flush against her clit.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Dru squealed and clapped.

“O-Oh! Oh, Spike!” Buffy cried.

“Fuck her, my prince! Fuck her!” she raved.

The bed undulated with them as Spike slammed his hips into hers. Buffy had no choice but to slide down onto her elbows, sobbing as pleasure rippled sharply through her body. She clung to the thin blankets, her fingernails cutting into her palms even through the fabric.

Drusilla cried out as she finger-fucked herself into abandon. “My Spike...” she whined.

Spike maneuvered them so that he was on his back, and Drusilla was free to ride his face just as Buffy rode his cock. He chuckled happily in between his dark princess' thighs, sinking her lower onto his tongue as he thrust it deep inside her.

“My turn on the ride,” Dru crooned, lifting up to usher Buffy off of Spike's cock.

Buffy whimpered from the loss of contact, watching helplessly as Drusilla mounted him in her place.

Spike moaned as Dru dug her fingernails into his chest, leaving a trail of blood wherever she dragged her nails.

Buffy bit her lip, feeling as though she was intruding. She stood on shaky legs, the insides of her thighs slick with their spendings. She ran out of the bedroom, her hazy mind trying to remember where she'd woken up. Her head was pounding, as was the rest of her body, making her search for the clothes she'd worn initially a very tiresome task.

The room Drusilla had tied her up in was completely bare. She got on her hands and knees, trying to see if her clothing had dropped underneath a chest of drawers that was flush against the wall.

“There's my pretty little kitty,” came a purring masculine voice behind her.

Buffy bit her lip, slowly turning her head to find Spike in the open doorway, seeming to devour her with his eyes as he pumped his cock in his fist.

She sighed. “Can you help me find my clothes?” she asked, her voice hoarse.

“An' jus' where would you be runnin' off to, sweets?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous as he continued to tug on his dick.

Tears collected in her eyes. “Home,” she gritted out, getting to her feet.

“Now, now,” he murmured, releasing his grip as he stepped forward, “m'not done with you yet, pet.” He smirked down at her, offering his hand. “Come to Spike,” he beckoned, licking his bottom lip.

Too tired to argue, Buffy reached for his hand. He gave her a toothy grin before lifting her up in his arms. She sighed and let her eyes drift closed.

When she opened her eyes, she was laying supine in a bed she didn't recognize. Spike was straddling her hips and rubbing his cock with both hands.

“Are you hungry, luv?” he asked her sweetly.

Buffy nodded with a pout, and then squeaked when he was upon her, thrusting the head of his penis in her face. He tugged her sideways on the bed so that her head was hanging off of the mattress, and without an ounce of ceremony started to fuck her mouth.

She choked, trying to move her head away from his engorged member, but he merely cupped the back of her head and redirected her mouth back onto him. He thrust slower this time, his eyes hooded as he felt the muscles in her jaw relax.

“Tha's it, baby,” he groaned, throwing his head back. “My cute li'l cocksucker,” he cooed.

Buffy swirled her tongue around his glans, sucking her cheeks in as she raised her head to take him into her mouth, taking a deep breath through her nose as his balls hit her chin. Spike cupped her cheek, tracing her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb as he slowly withdrew from her throat. He hummed in gratification as a string of saliva and precum trailed between them.

Spike wordlessly moved down the bed, his hands coming to grip her hips and drag her along for the ride. He lifted her by her waist so that all her weight was resting on her upper back and shoulders and she was splayed out before him. He teased her outer lips with his mouth, then flicked the tip of his tongue against her hole, making Buffy shout as he suddenly shoved the entire muscle into her warm center.

He vamped out and pulsed his tongue inside of her, sneaking a finger just below her pussy to rub the ring of muscle below. Buffy flinched, tensing until he dragged his tongue down to gently lap at her asshole.

“Spike--” she protested, crying out when he dipped his middle finger into her pussy, immediately seeking out the cluster of nerves on her anterior wall and stroking it roughly. Buffy screamed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as he nudged the tip of his thumb into her sphincter.

“Relax, Slayer,” he murmured, sucking his pinky finger into his mouth and coating it with his spit before positioning it right above her hole. “Deep breath,” he instructed, then pushed his finger in when she did so.

He angled his little finger upwards, stroking her gspot through her anal wall. Buffy's hips lifted off the bed as she screamed.

“Oh, yeah,” he murmured, “jus' wait til it's my cock in there, luv. Gonna feel so good.” He withdrew his pinky and shoved his index finger in its place, thrusting it deep inside before pulling out and adding another finger. “Play with that cute little clit,” he told her, biting his lip when she listened.

“Listen, luv,” he murmured into her ear, gently nipping at her lobe. “Gonna need you to push out that pink little asshole.”

Her eyes widened as he removed his fingers to spit into his palm and rub it all over his dick before nudging it at her entrance.

“Bear down,” he hissed, starting to move.

Buffy pushed down, her eyes wide as saucers as he simultaneously sank his dick into her ass. Her thighs trembled as he impaled her all the way to the hilt, taking one of her legs and throwing it over his shoulder.

He took a deep breath. She shifted underneath him, her sphincter getting used to stretching around his girth.

“Cor, that asshole is so tight,” Spike groaned, and with a flick of his hips he was moving inside of her, angling his thrusts upwards to rub her through her anal wall.

“O-Oh...” Buffy squeaked, her nerves tingling, pitching her hips at the strange, new delicious feel of his slick cock dipping in and out of her asshole. “Oh! Ohhhhhh!”

“Yeah, Slayer!” Spike grunted, slamming his hips into hers and gyrating.

“Unh! Yeah! Sp-Spike!”

He withdrew slowly, grabbing her bicep and roughly upending her on her stomach. She shivered as she lifted her ass in the air, shouting when he suddenly shoved his dick back in. She trembled as he pulled out again, groaning as he watched her asshole pucker before thrusting his head inside.

“Please,” Buffy whispered, her hands moving behind her to grip his ass.

“What do you want, Slayer?” he rumbled into her ear.

“All the way... Press... Please!” she begged, sobbing when he slammed all the way inside her and ground his hips against hers. She screamed, tears pouring down her cheeks as she shuddered beneath him, squeezing.

Spike howled, toppling onto her as he came inside her depths. He felt her as she continued to pulse her muscle around him, still writhing underneath him.

“Gonna pull out. Squeeze,” he whispered, withdrawing from her heat. He lifted her up and carried her into a nearby bathroom, sitting her on the toilet as he turned on the water in the tub.

Her legs trembled as he retrieved her from the seat, positioning her under the warm spray. He grabbed a bar of soap and began to clean himself before lathering up all the suds and tending between her legs.

“Mmmmf,” Buffy protested as he slid a finger into her ass, gasping against his chest as she felt his cum dribble out.

Spike chuckled. “Jus' makin' sure you're all nice an' clean down there, luv,” he murmured, swiping his finger against her clit.

She bucked against his hand, burying her face in his neck as he gently played with her sensitive pussy.

“You fallin' asleep on me?” he teased.

Buffy sighed and nodded, and he felt his chest constrict when she trustingly wrapped her arms and legs around him. He swallowed, stepping out of the tub with his arms full of Slayer.

“Will the baby not make it to the tea party?” Drusilla inquired, stroking Buffy's hair.

He chuckled, lowering her onto the bed. “Think we wore the baby out, luv.”


Buffy groaned, her entire body aching as she flopped over on the bed. She froze when she opened her eyes and looked into Drusilla's smiling face.

“Oh God,” she uttered.

“Good morning, little lamb,” the dark haired vampire giggled, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“M-Morning?” she whimpered, forcing herself into a sitting position.

The vampire nodded, smiling sweetly. “The seven sisters have gone to bed, while Venus has risen to chase the Sun.”

Buffy stared at her, puzzled.

Above her, Spike chuckled around a lit cigarette. “Wha' she means is s'almost five in the mornin'.” He raised his eyebrows. “Must be feelin' right peckish 'bout now.”

She stared at him incredulously, her mouth agape. “I...I should be heading home,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Oh God,” she said again, realizing she had barely finished patrol last night...or rang in with her Watcher...or told her mother she'd be out. She hazily tugged on her hair, which impeded the rising headache—just a little bit. “Where are my clothes?”

“No need to hurry,” Dru cooed. “Mummy will dress you and bring you to school. No, my little lamb shan't be late.” She flitted out of bed, tiptoeing to the chest of drawers across the room and pulling the middle one out.

Spike put out his cigarette. “Pet, don' keep the girl waiting. Sure the poor thing's starved.”

Dru merely pouted, retrieving a hairbrush from the drawer and gently passing it through Buffy's hair. “Like spun gold,” she murmured, in awe.

The bleach blonde snorted. “The curtains don't even match the drapes.” He took pity on the girl. “C'mon, luv. Walk you home,” he said, snickering when Dru pulled a see-through negligee over the Slayer's head.

The sky was on the verge of turning pink when Buffy and Spike stopped in front of her home on Revello, his heavy duster hanging from her petite frame.

“That can't happen again,” Buffy insisted, her voice shaking.

He shook his head, smiling widely. “Dunno, luv. Seemed rather meant to be, don' you think?” He leered at her. “How's your butt feel? Nice an' buggered?”

The Slayer blushed and ran into the house, Spike's chuckles echoing behind her.

Joyce was standing in the middle of the living room with her arms crossed, tapping her foot on the wood floor. “Young lady, where were you?” she shrieked. “And whose coat are you wearing? Where are your shoes? And are you naked under there?”

Her mother froze as Buffy burst into tears.

“Buffy? Baby?” Joyce asked gently, stepping forward. She gasped, gaping when she saw dried blood caked in her hair and on her scalp. “Who did this to you?” she cried. Not expecting an answer from her daughter, she grabbed her hand and tugged her upstairs to the bathroom. “Let's clean your head up. But you're not taking a shower—we're going straight to the hospital and getting you a rape kit.”

“Mom!” Buffy protested. “No, I--”

“Are you telling me you walked in here looking like that because it was consensual?” Joyce demanded. “Whose jacket is this?”

Buffy sat on the toilet lid, fuming as her mother sterilized the cut on her head. She was sure that when she'd gotten that blow to the head that it probably would have needed stitches, but Slayer healing took care of all that. That was at least one thing she was thankful for.

Her mother had tears in her eyes. “Buffy, why won't you talk to me? I'm your mother, baby, don't be ashamed to tell me what happened, please...”

The teenager swallowed. She was too tired to make up anything on the spot, and she couldn't think of anything that could possibly cover her disappearance, the way she looked, why there was a see-through negligee under an unidentifiable coat that was several sizes bigger than she was. And what truths could she tell her mother without sounding absolutely insane? That two vampires having been haunting her dreams, had somehow found her, and had taken to kidnapping her for them to enjoy pleasures to the flesh?

“I-I don't remember,” Buffy said, biting her lower lip. She hated lying to her mom, and how much she had to do it. “Please, mom, I'm fine.”

“Baby, you might feel fine right now although I don't know how you could, but please do this for my peace of mind. Let me take you to the hospital. Please.”

Buffy sighed. She humored her mother. She didn't want to make a big deal out of this, but she knew her mother couldn't help from doing so. “Can I at least put some clothes on?”

Joyce nodded. “I'll wait for you in the car. Hurry up.”

She went into her room and closed the door behind her. She removed Spike's jacket. They'd probably want to take it as evidence, and she was sure her mom was too upset to notice that she was wearing something else. At least she hoped.

It was a long day. There was a rape kit, blood tests, STD testing, a concussion, and Buffy couldn't feel anymore humiliated. When they got home later in the day Joyce let her retire to her bedroom without saying a word. Buffy fell right to sleep and didn't wake until her mother came for her for dinner.

When evening came and it was time for Buffy to escape out her window, anger suffused her when she saw Spike waiting for her under the tree. She scaled it as fast as she possibly could, and then got right to punching him in his smirking face.

“Bloody—ow! What the hell was that for, you bint?”

“Taking me home looking like I did this morning! My mom freaked out! She took me to the hospital, she was convinced that I got raped, Spike! What am I supposed to tell her?”

Spike froze. “Did they take my coat?”

Buffy punched him in the chest this time. “Is that all you freaking care about?!” she hissed.

“I just wanted to know!” Spike protested.

“No, they didn't get your freaking coat! I didn't take it with me to the hospital.”

He looked moved. “Thanks, pet.”

Buffy sighed, feeling all the anger leave her. “Please...if you and Dru could act a little more civilized.”

He snorted. “Civilized. Us.”

“Strange thing to ask soulless demons, I know,” she remarked, rolling her eyes. “Since I'm all...willing and stuff...” she mumbled. “Only God knows why.”

Spike smiled handsomely. “Come give us a kiss, sweet pea.”

“Buffy, stop.”

They turned around to see Angel standing behind them.

“You don't know who that is.” The ensouled vampire was shaking.

“Gramps!” Spike hollered with outstretched arms.

Buffy blinked. “Gramps?”

“He's my ol' granddad, that is!”

Her jaw dropped, staring at Angel. “He's part of your family?”

Angel clenched his teeth. “We use the term family very...loosely.”

“I beg to differ!” the peroxide blond cried in faux shock.

“And...And Dru?” Buffy whispered.

Angel was giving her a strange look. He inhaled deeply. “I was...What is going on here?”

“I asked first!” The Slayer cried.

“I sired her,” the dark haired vampire mumbled.

“Oh, just great,” the teen groaned. “It's a whole family affair.”

Spike smirked. “You mean to say you've been bangin' all three of us? Why, Slayer...”

Buffy reddened. “There has been no 'banging'--”

The blond cackled, slapping his thigh. “Oh ho, you can't deny--”

“Of Angel,” Buffy protested weakly.

The vampire in question was staring at her pleadingly. “Buffy, what exactly has been going on?”

She grew as red as a tomato. “I think that's my business, thank you.”

“They're dangerous.”

“As dangerous as you?” she threw back, crossing her arms to her chest.

“I have a soul,” Angel said weakly.

Spike cackled again. “He didn' used to, sweets.”

“Buffy, he's a killer,” he pleaded. “He's the slayer of Slayers.”

Buffy froze, whipping around to gawk at the bleach blond. “Is that...is he telling the truth?”

Spike had the decency to look sheepish. “Uh, yeh...Killed two back in my day.” He narrowed his eyes at Angel when she took off at a run. “You really know how to ruin my night, don' you, Pops?”

“What the hell do you want with her?” his grandsire growled.

“Could ask you the same question,” Spike remarked with a hard glare.

“Don't even try to pretend you feel anything for her. You have no soul.”

Spike barked out a laugh. “Do you believe the garbage comin' outta your mouth?”

“Stay away from her,” Angel insisted, running in the direction Buffy had gone.

The bleach blond giggled gleefully. “Keep followin' her scent. S'not hard to find, since she's got me an' Dru all over her.”


“Poor little lamb,” Dru lilted. “Have all the fireflies escaped the jar? We needn't catch them. Sometimes they are better off free.”

Buffy sniffled, looking at the dark haired vampiress from her perch on a swing. She hastily wiped away her tears.

Drusilla carded her fingers through the young girl's blond hair, leaning forward to lick at her tear tracks. “My white knight has taken to you.”

The Slayer blinked, staring at her with a perplexed look on her face. “Wh-What...?”

“He dreams of you even when you are laying down beside him. It is endearing, the way he orbits you as the moon does to Earth.” She gave a secret smile. “What is it about this Slayer that has captured all of us?” she asked rhetorically. “Perhaps it is your darkness. Yes, you are darker than the others. The pleasures you seek are as primal as ours. But my white knight, he likes the light—loves to bask in the sunshine, feel the warmth on his face.”

“Dru...” Buffy stammered.

“Shh, lamb,” the dark haired vampire hushed her gently, putting a pale, cold finger to her lips. “He is mine and you are his and I am yours. There is no harm, at least none that is bad.” She grinned. “We like the harm that tickles the nerves, don't we?” She giggled.

The Slayer bit her lip. “I don't know if I can do this.”

Drusilla tilted her head beseechingly.

“You're...you're killers,” she said weakly.

“So are you,” Dru said with a happy smile.

“No, I--” Buffy stopped in her tracks, her face frozen. “I-I--”

“What is it that you think you do?” Dru asked, her voice gentle but with a sharp edge. “What is it you do at night as you prowl and sniff and hiss? My pretty little kitty...” She wore a venomous smile. “Are your hunts warranted, sweet kitten? Are their deaths justified?” she whispered. “Do you send them where they need to go?”

Tears collected in Buffy's eyes again.

“A young lady with nary a coin or food in her stomach...Do you slay her for stealing a loaf of bread?”

“But you--”

“Ruin lives?” Drusilla smiled. “Yes, perhaps. But the burglar who removes all the soft from the cash register. Doesn't he ruin a life also? Are they not also in despair?”

“It's different,” Buffy insisted.

“Where is the rule book, sunshine? The book with rules eternal. Not touched by those imperfect.”

The Slayer sobbed into her hands.

A few meters away, Spike clucked his tongue. “Are my girls in a tiff?”

“This is not a tiff!” Buffy cried. “This is...this is serious. This...” She shook her head. “We are too different.”

“Should we not be allowed to exist on this same plane?” Drusilla questioned. “Is that how different we are? Shall the white knight and I be banished to wherever fate deals us? Burn us into nothing—into ash?”

“N-No--” The Slayer whimpered, her chest tightening.

“Then where shall we go, sweet? You cannot have both, surely. Just as we cannot. If we truly are that different.”

Spike bit nervously at a polished fingernail. “Now, ladies--”

Dru flashed her eyes at him. “She needs to decide! She is still ours, my love, even if she decides.” Her lower lip drooped into a pout. “She will just be far away from us, to have but never to hold...” The vampiress' eyes glazed. “I know you wish to follow.”

The bleach blond vamp stilled. “Dru--”

“I see it in the stars!” Dru shrieked. “She is all around you! You do not orbit me any longer. I do not blame you for loving the lamb. She is sweet and full of warmth and hope that I cannot offer you, sweet William...”

“Dru, stop--” Spike begged.

She smiled, looking pleased. “I cannot give you what you need.” She turned to Buffy and pressed a lingering kiss to her mouth. “Take care of him.”

The two blonds could do nothing but helplessly watch her walk away. Spike's knuckles cracked as he drew his fingers into a tight fist.

Buffy sniffled.

Spike turned his head so fast she wasn't sure how he didn't have whiplash.

“Is she...Is that true?” she asked, shoving away more tears. “You...you love...”

His other hand closed into a fist. She became skittish, taking a step back. He stepped forward with her until she was trapped between Spike and the external wall of a mausoleum. She was breathing heavily, very aware of Spike's body being completely flush against hers. Suddenly his lips crushed against hers so roughly that she cut the inside of her mouth with her teeth. Spike desperately shoved his tongue in her mouth, tasting her essence. He lapped at the small cuts that were already healing. Grabbing her by the wrists and gripping them against the wall, he surged against her roughly. In response, she circled her legs around his waist.

Their kisses deepened even still, and Buffy felt Spike's cold hand slip under the front of her shirt and grasp at her breast. She whimpered, arching into his palm. Spike pulled away to gaze into her green eyes, his own an intense, swirling black pool that threatened to devour her completely.

Buffy lowered the zipper on his jeans, her eyes remaining on his as she popped the button open. He did not waste any time in shoving her thong to the side and sliding right on home, causing them both to gasp and groan. He gripped her ass cheeks as he pumped into her warmth, each upward stroke driving her mad with desire. She dug her nails into his shoulders as his thrusts intensified, until they were slamming their hips together so hard the slaps of flesh against flesh echoed through the cemetery.

“Spike!” Buffy cried.

He growled and crashed his hips violently into hers.

“Spike, harder! Harder, p-please!” She shrieked when he did just that, feeling pleasure explode from every nerve ending as she came around his rock-hard cock.

The bleach blond howled as her Slayer muscles squeezed around him, burying himself far inside her womb while sinking his fangs deep into her throat. Buffy couldn't help but crest again at the feel of being doubly penetrated. She keened and writhed against his hard body, and lord help him he could not resist her—his member was solid again.

His eyes glowed. “Mine,” he snarled.

Buffy froze. “S-Spike...what did—how--”

He growled. “Say it,” he ushered. He slid all the way to the hilt.

She shook her head and began to cry. “Spike, no! I-I can't--”

With a calm that belied the quivering in his bones, the bleach blond lowered her back to the ground.

“You can't spring that on me,” Buffy insisted, trembling and clasping her fingers over the bite.

Spike took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he zipped up his pants. He took a step back, and Buffy gripped his forearm in panic. “It'll fade in a couple weeks,” he muttered, voice devoid of all emotion yet his face said it all. He felt rejected and hurt. He jerked his arm out of her reach.

“Wait!” she cried.

“Slayer, let me make my dignified exit, please,” Spike sighed, dragging his shaking hands down his face.

She broke down then, tears pouring down her face. “Spike...”

He swung around, the smell of her tears seeming to pierce his gut. He swallowed, hard.

“Need you,” Buffy gasped, her voice cracking, “need you to listen...”

His hands were on autopilot as they trailed up her arms to gently grip her shoulders, grounding her.

“Allowing myself to love you goes against everything I am,” she explained shrilly.

“Luv....” he pleaded.

“Maybe Dru's right. Maybe I'm a killer, too. But I need to have my delusions. Otherwise I won't be able to do this thing. I can't....It's so hard. I can't allow you to harm other people, or steal, or cheat. But I can't kill you, Spike. I don't know what to do.”

“I won't, then,” he decided resolutely.

Buffy shook. “Wh-What?”

“I'll do that for you. I won' give you reason to doubt me.”

“Spike...” The tears were coming harder, faster.

He stepped closer. “I can't lose you,” he whispered, threading his fingers through hers.

She began to sob. “Spike! How...H-How...”

“Luv,” he pleaded.

“That's not fair,” she cried. “How do I...how do I allow you to go against your nature when I can't go against mine? Spike... This is too... I can't.”

He nodded. “S'fine. I can.”

Buffy buried her face in her hands and cried in earnest. Spike laid a hand on her shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. “But...Dru. She...”

Spike sighed deeply, pulling her into his side. “Yeh.”

“I don't understand,” she said in despair.

He gave her a teasing smirk. “You will when you're older. But for now let Daddy make you feel better, yeah?”

“But I...”

He raised his eyebrows at her inquiringly.

“I didn't accept your claim,” she said, her voice small. “How do you even want to be near me right now?”

“'Cause I'm love's bitch, that's why,” he chuckled dryly, caressing her plump lower lip with the pad of his thumb.


When Buffy arrived home later that night, Angel was waiting for her beneath the tree. “Angel,” she started, sounding exhausted.

“Buffy,” he said, his brows heavier than normal. “I need to talk to you.”

“If it's about Spike and Dru, I'm beat, Angel. I'm all talked out.”

“They're dangerous,” he insisted.

“I know.”

“They're both volatile.”

“I know.”

“Buffy, they'll hurt you. Or worse.”

She sighed.

“I told Giles,” he admitted, looking pained.

Her fist itched to collide with his face. “What?” she shrieked.

“I was concerned.”

Buffy was shaking. “You don't get to do that, Angel. Who are you, my mom? Where do you get off making that kind of decision for me? Do you think I'm grateful? 'Poor Buffy, doesn't know how to make acceptable choices for herself. I'll just step in and tweak some things, I'm sure she'll appreciate that!'”

Angel shifted uncomfortably. “Buffy--”

“Stay. Away from me,” she snapped, stomping into her house. “And don't you even dare think of coming upstairs!” she hollered before slamming the door behind her.

Angel felt his grandchilde behind him. He radiated with anger, clenching his fists. “What the hell did you do to her?”

Spike merely grinned. “Nothin' she didn' want, I assure you.”

“You're playing with fire.”

“You seem to forget who I am,” the bleach blond said, raising his eyebrows.

“Where's Dru?” Angel demanded.

Spike shrugged. “Dunno. Not her keeper anymore.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“She left,” he replied sadly, shaking his head.

Angel clenched his jaw. “Buffy might not know what's good for her, but you'll be getting what's coming to you. Her Watcher knows.”

Spike howled in laughter. “Like you know what's good for anyone,” he chuckled, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. “Step off, Angelus. The girl chooses what she chooses. You don' get to dictate wha' you think she deserves.”

“She's the Slayer, Spike. One day you're gonna slip up and do something that is completely natural to you, and you're gonna hurt her. Think about that.”

“S'all I bloody think about these days,” Spike muttered, running his hands through his hair and hanging his head.

“It's doomed. Just leave.”

He barked out a laugh. “Yeh? An' what are you gonna do? Swoop in an' be her white knight? Offer her somethin' better?"

Angel clenched his teeth so hard Spike heard them grind. The blond wasted no time in making his exit, relieved when the ensouled vampire didn't follow.


“You look terrible.”

Buffy's face fell when she saw Giles standing at the foot of the stairs. “Jeez, good morning to you, too.”

“It could not wait,” her Watcher said, sounding disheartened. “As it seems I thought you were merely neglecting your duties, but now I see that it is much worse.”

The blonde girl stepped in front of the hallway mirror to see for herself how 'terrible' she really looked. Her face was ashen and what skin was exposed was marred with scabs and bruises.

Giles shoved his hands in his pockets. “Your mother told me she took you to the hospital.”

She stepped away from the mirror with a roll of her eyes. “Is everyone getting an update on me? Is there a ticker around town that I don't know about?”

“We are merely concerned,” he said, kind but firm. “We need to start working on defeating them, Buffy. Angel told me last night that they are beginning to alienate you.”

“Everybody's an expert on Buffy,” she said with a humorless laugh, throwing her hands up.

“If you do not comply I will be forced to call The Council to intervene,” Giles said with no inflection.

“You think I'm working with them?” she demanded, wrapping her arms around herself. “What do you think is going on here? You could, I don't know, ask me questions instead of taking other people's word. You're even trusting Angel now, too? After all Angelus has put you through?”

“I am merely treating him as an informant,” he replied. “But please, Buffy, if you have something to say, do say it.”

“I don't know about you but it's not a favorite activity of mine to get verbally attacked first thing in the morning,” she snapped.

Giles' cold front was wavering. “Please, Buffy, just tell me what they did to you.”

“Honestly, Giles, I don't know what to say, and I don't know how to react to anything that's happened to me.”

“Of course,” he said gently. “You're in shock.”

“But I can tell you that I didn't...hate it.”

Her Watcher looked like he was about to fall over. “Excuse me—what?”

She shrugged. “I didn't hate it. We...they...did some intimate things.” She blushed, lowering her gaze.

“They bit you,” Giles said, sounding aghast, his eyes roving the damage on her exposed skin.

Buffy nodded solemnly. “They...It wasn't meant to hurt me.”

“Buffy, are you listening to yourself?” the older man demanded. “They could have killed you!”

“How long was I gone?”

“Almost three days!”

“Am I dead?” she asked, spitting out the words.

“No, but Buffy, I cannot even recognize you!” he exploded. He immediately zeroed in on the new bite marks on her neck. “That is fresh,” he uttered. “When did that happen?”

“Last night,” she admitted.

“I wonder if it is a thrall,” he said, sounding at once shocked and incredulous.

Buffy shook her head. “I don't think I would remember it.”

“For once I don't know what to do,” Giles stammered. “Reprimand you? Report you? Be sympathetic or empathetic? Would you obey if I were to lay down the law? Are you a danger to others as much as you are to yourself right now?”

She met his eyes and was scared out of her mind of what she found there: Distrust. Suspicion.

“Go run to the Council and see what their policies are on oversexed Slayers and strange bedfellows,” Buffy said carelessly, rolling her eyes and turning away from him. “I'll be here, fixing up breakfast.” She didn't look at him as she dropped an English muffin into the toaster, and didn't bid him goodbye when he left without ceremony.

The next following days were tense. Dru and Spike had yet to show their faces again, and Angel was avoiding her like the plague.

“Hey, Buffster,” Xander said when she arrived at their usual spot on the quad with an apple and a cup of yogurt. “How goes?”

She smiled at him, thankful that her friends could provide for her some form of normalcy. “It goes,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “Way tired and my brain's engine won't start.”

“Ah, every teenager's woe,” Xander quipped, unwrapping a sandwich covered in saran wrap. “Any updates on evil?”

Buffy was surprised that Giles and Angel had kept her friends pretty out of the loop. “I dunno, I wasn't even aware we were subscribed to evil. Just the normal lesser evil, I guess, if staking the routine fledglings counts as 'lesser evil.'”

“Hey, guys,” Willow said, dropping down beside Buffy. “Sorry, I had to talk to Mrs. Gastowitz.”

She smiled at her redheaded witchy friend. “What's the what?”

She sighed. “She partnered me up with Cordelia for this chemistry project. And I was like, 'Hello?? These two chemicals are super unmixy!'”

Buffy gave her a sympathetic look. “Sorry, Wills. Anything good come out of talking to her?”

Willow pouted. “No. Still partnered up with Cordy.”

Xander grinned. “Let me at least picture it in the most fantastic way possible...”

She wrinkled her nose. “No way, Jose! I don't want her as a lab partner, let alone a costar in your most twisted fantasies!”

“Aw, they're not that twisted,” Xander chuckled, biting into his tuna sandwich. “Think they're pretty typical, actually.”

Buffy merely sat between them, feeling comforted by their presence and routine.

“Everything alright, Buffy?” Willow asked, ripping open a packet of carrots.

She sighed. “Yeah, I guess.”

Willow gave her the 'I-know-something's-up-and-I'm-going-to-finagle-it-out-of-you' look. “You only guess? You've been all quiet.”

“Haven't really been feeling well,” she answered honestly.

“Yeah, we missed you on Friday! Did you go to the doctor?”

Buffy shook her head. “Nah. Mom just let me stay home. Feels like I'm at the end of whatever this is.”

The redhead gave her a concerned look. “Okay.”

The day was slow and uneventful, and for once Buffy was relieved. She stopped by the library and found Giles pouring over a rather large tome.

Buffy cut to the chase. “What's that?”

“Reference on vampire culture and tradition,” he murmured, his eyes still searching the page.

“Ooh, is this the one that says stuff about vampire powwows?” She didn't expect for him to crack a smile. She hesitantly returned it.

“No, I'm afraid this isn't it,” he said with some amusement. “I'm looking for out of the ordinary...alliances between Slayer and demons. Relationships.”

“Oh, so this one is from the self-help section,” she quipped, sitting down across from him. She was curious, too. “Anything interesting in there?”

Giles hummed and nodded. “Doesn't happen often, but with how routinely Slayers cross paths with those of the undead and demon nature, there are understandable occurrences of crossbreed relationships, pacts, and alliances. However...there are no unique accounts about master vampires, or just vampires in general.”

That peaked her interest. “Really?”

He nodded toward the large book. “I'm over halfway through the text with no mention.”

“Not even like...whirlwind romances or affairs?” She wrinkled her nose. Or threesomes.

“Unless they were simply omitted, no,” Giles replied.

“So what kinda alliances were there?” she asked, her curiosity still peaked.

“A team between Slayer and coven, temporary alliances against bigger fish, merchant relationships between demons who can offer or are skilled at designing weapons and tools...”

Buffy scratched her head. “That doesn't seem right. It seems like they're way overlooking stuff.” At Giles' inquisitive look, she said, “Well, Angel the ensouled vampire was my first really serious boyfriend. Unless there's just stuff that Slayers didn't intend on sharing with this author or whoever...”

Giles nodded. “I didn't overlook that possibility.”

Buffy looked out the small window above the bookshelves out back. “Sun's starting to set.”

“Buffy,” he said gently, “I made something for you.”

She frowned, hesitantly reaching out for the satchel he was handing her. “What is this?” she asked, retracting her hand.

“It is belladonna, rosemary, and Centella asiatica. It is a potion I procured from a trusted colleague that protects against thralls. Keep it close to your skin.”

Buffy smiled understandingly at him. “Thanks, Giles.”

She took her time getting to Restfield Cemetery as the sun was still sinking into the horizon. Closer to sunset she smelled cigarette smoke before she felt his signature. Her heart leapt in her throat as she waited for him to come to her. In her peripheral vision she saw the butt of a cigarette being tossed to the ground before a booted foot came down to snuff it, the smoke still curling around it from below.

She smiled. “Hi.”

He stepped into her field of vision and closed the distance between them. He smiled back, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes warming her. “Hi yourself, luv,” he rumbled, running his fingers up and down her arm. “Wha's this?” he sniffed, lifting her shirt to reveal the satchel kept close to her abdomen by the buckle of her belt.

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Giles said it's supposed to ward off vampires who try to enthrall me.”

Spike grinned. “Wha' 'bout if they enthrall you with their good looks?”

She laughed. “I don't think he thought about that.”

He closed the gap between them and pressed his lips to the fading bite on her throat. She shivered, tangling her fingers with his. “Missed you.”

She gave him a wobbly smile. “Where did you go?”

“Accompanied Dru halfway to Chiapas.”

Sadness struck her. “Oh.”

Spike smiled at her. “You're one of a kind, you know that?” He cupped her cheek. “She always comes back.”

Buffy nodded. “I still don't understand...why we were led to one another. The connected dreams, the attraction...”

The bleach blond vampire shrugged. “There're things in this mystical unlife that I stopped questioning, especially when a tasty li'l morsel like you drops into my lap.” He gave her a slow leer, reaching to grip her by the hips.

She pouted. “Do a lot of morsels end up in your lap, then? Maybe you're just messy.”

Spike laughed.

“I need to patrol,” she said. “You and Dru were super distracting.”

He gave an evil grin. “We try.”

Spike trailed after her, choosing to stand back and watch in interest when someone dared to cross her path.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” a vampire demanded of him when Buffy slugged him right in the cheekbone.

Spike grinned. “Nothin'. S'just a nice view from back here.” He waggled his eyebrows at her and tucked his tongue behind his teeth.

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Jeez, don't engage my potential slays!”

“But m'bored,” he whined.

“Give me another hour and I'll give you something to do,” she said with another roll of her eyes.

He cackled. “Oh, I'll be doin' somethin', alright.”

“You're still the biggest pig ever,” she huffed good-naturedly.

He oinked in reply.

At the end of her patrol he took her hand and ushered her in the opposite direction. “Wanna show you somethin'.”

“Uh oh,” Buffy remarked with a mock gasp, looking at their joined hands. “Where are you taking me, you evil monster?”

“Somewhere you don' mind goin',” he said with a leer that made her melt.

Spike took her to a motel close to her house, unlocking the door to room 223 on the second floor. There was wine and pizza and a bottle of Jack.


“Every girl loves pizza and wine, am I right?”

They both laughed when her stomach growled.

“An' I thought we could make use of another bed,” he added, tugging her close and kissing her.

Buffy whimpered, surrendering to his hold as he dropped them on the bed. Without warning he pulled away to remove all her clothing, and then he stood up to remove his own. He returned to her with another passionate kiss, wasting no time in sinking his erection into her tight heat.

They rocked together on the bed, none too urgent as lips met and fingers caressed and hips swirled and bucked.

“I love you,” Spike breathed as they crested for the sixth time in a row.

“Please....do it,” she moaned, cupping the back of his head and ushering it to her throat.

He looked shocked. “Buffy...”

She nodded. “I wasn't sure before,” she said softly. “But I am now. I'm sure now.”

Spike didn't question her again, instead moving his hips while he suckled her skin with blunt teeth. When he anticipated another of her orgasms he let his face contort and his fangs slice into her vein. Her entire body seemed to yield to him and she shrieked in pleasure at being doubly penetrated, of being overwhelmed by his mouth and organ.

“Mine,” he growled, sealing the bite with a kiss.

“Yours!” she moaned, thrusting her hips against his. She bit down hard on his neck, the taste of his blood seeming to be an ambrosia in and of itself. She exploded again, barely making out the word, “Mine!” as she lost herself to sensation.

“Yours,” Spike moaned, his muscles relaxing completely. “Fuck. M'all yours.” He lifted his head, wiping at his blood on the corner of her mouth with a dazed smile. “M'blood looks good on you,” he murmured dreamily.

Buffy rolled her eyes. “That is the grossest thing I've ever heard,” she laughed.

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