| It's All About the Blood by slaymesoftly |
| Chapter #2 - Chapters 10 - 10 1/2 |
| AN: Can't put something this long up on my site, so I've arbitrarily split the chapter and put the rest of it on as Ch. 10 1/2. Chapter Ten Deciding she didn’t want to embarrass either of the two blonds asleep in her living room, Joyce went back outside and re-entered the house much more noisily than before. Buffy sprang to her feet and faced the door threateningly while Spike pulled himself up to a sitting position and tried to look he was only not standing because he didn’t want to. Joyce smiled at them both and said, “Relax, it’s only me. Although I could use some extra-strong help with the groceries,” she said pointedly to Buffy. When Spike went to try to get to his feet, both women turned on him simultaneously to shout, “Not you”. It was easy for him to tell which words came from Buffy as her command included, “you moron.” “Buffy, he was just trying to help.” Her mother looked at her reproachfully. “Stupid vampire,” Buffy muttered as she went out the door to get the packages. Joyce smiled apologetically at the vampire who had slumped back against the pillows with a grimace. “She’s right, Spike. You shouldn’t have tried to stand up so quickly. Who knows how much damage losing that chip did...” One look at the thunderstruck vampire, and she knew Buffy hadn’t told him about the chip. “Oh, damn,” she said softly. “She didn’t tell you, did she?” The vampire didn’t answer her; just shut his eyes and wiped all expression from his face. When Buffy came back in the house, arms full of groceries, it took her a minute to pick up on the tense silence. She walked right to the kitchen, chattering about the contents of the bags and didn’t notice that no one was answering her until she got back into the living room. She looked back and forth between her nervous mother and the impassive vampire and cocked her head inquisitively. “Uh, What’s up, guys? I was only gone for a minute. What could have happened in that amount of time?” She turned to the unresponsive vampire on the couch to demand, “What did you do, Spike?” She ignored his flinch at her accusing tone, and turned to her mother to ask, “Mom? What happened here?” “I...I’m sorry, Buffy. I didn’t realize you hadn’t told Spike about the chip yet. I’m afraid I –“ “You TOLD him? He knows?” She whirled to find the blond vampire had opened his eyes and was glaring at her furiously. “Tell me, pet,” he asked her evenly as his eyes burned holes in her, “how long were you plannin’ to let me go around like this? Runnin’ and hidin’ from those wankers, thinkin’ I couldn’t fight back?” Buffy stared at the angry vampire and felt the first tremors of fear in her gut. She wasn’t afraid for herself or her mother. She knew he wouldn’t hurt Joyce, and he was certainly not strong enough to hurt her or any of her friends. What was making her stomach churn was the terror she felt for herself if he started feeding again. (I can’t do this. I can’t kill another vampire I...Oh Spike, don’t do this to me. Don’t make me have to kill you. Please don’t make me...) Something about the obvious anguish and fear in Buffy’s eyes penetrated the angry fog filling Spike’s being. The fear puzzled him completely. He knew she wasn’t afraid of him. What the hell was she so afraid of? And why did she look so miserable? (Bloody hell. She doesn’t trust me. That’s it. She’s afraid I’m going to start killing again.) His angry glare faded to a look of complete disappointment and he once again laid his head back against the pillows and shut his eyes tightly. (Maybe if I keep my eyes shut, I can forget what her face looked like when she found out I knew I was free to kill. Maybe.) Joyce looked back and forth between her daughter and the man she’d come to think of as a friend, trying to read the emotions she could see crossing their faces. She didn’t feel like she knew enough about her daughter’s calling to give her advice on how to do her job; but she also knew in her heart that they had nothing to fear from the vampire. Chip or no chip, the man she’d seen sleeping with his hand resting protectively on her daughter’s cheek was never going to be a danger to them. She thought back to what little Buffy had shared with her about Angelus/Angel and how she had killed him to save the world. The emotional fallout from that act had been enough to send her running away from both home and her calling for almost four months. Suddenly she knew why Buffy was so upset. (She cares about this vampire. She’s worried she’s going to have to kill him too. Oh Buffy, can’t you see he would never do anything to hurt you?) Clearing her throat loudly, Joyce picked up her purse and said brightly, “I think I forgot something at the gallery. I’m just going to run out and...and get it.” She paused when neither of them even acknowledged her presence. “You two need to talk and you need to do it now before this has a chance to fester and spoil your...whatever.” She felt she had done all she could to atone for her slip of the tongue, and she left the house, closing the door softly behind her. For minutes after she left there was nothing but crushing silence in the room. Buffy stood staring at Spike with tear-filled eyes as he stubbornly kept his own eyes shut and tried to ignore her. With neither one being very good at impulse control, it was no surprise when they tried to speak at the same time. “Slayer –“ “Spike—“ The vampire opened his eyes and looked at her with his face closed. “Ladies first,” he said flatly. Buffy looked at the floor and rubbed her hands on her thighs as she tried to find the right words. “I was going to tell you,” she finally said softly. “It just didn’t seem important as long as you were here, safe, with me--us.” “It didn’t seem important? Or it didn’t seem safe? It’s not like you could hide the fear on your face, Slayer. You’re terrified that my chip is out, aren’t you?” “I told you before, I’m not afraid of you.” “You’re afraid of what I’ll do. Same thing, innit?” He cocked his head and looked at her sadly. “Don’t know why. If I start killin’ again you’ll just stake me. Problem solved.” “You think it’s that simple?” she glared at him eyes that brimmed with tears she refused to acknowledge. “Spike starts eating people, I stake him. That’s that?” “Isn’t it?” he asked, staring at her intently. “Isn’t it just that simple, Vampire Slayer? What’s the problem?” He listened to her heart racing as he forced her to confront the truth. (Please, love. Tell me it’s not that simple. Tell me you can’t do it.) Buffy glared at him, refusing to let the tears fall from her eyes as she struggled to make herself believe that it was really that simple. (Could I do it? He saved my life. We’ve kissed – a lot. I want to kiss him some more. I want him to touch me. I want--) “I don’t want to stake you,” she almost whispered as she clutched herself to keep from shaking. “I can’t do that again.” She looked up at him with brimming eyes to ask, “Are you going to make me do it, Spike? Are you going to make me kill you?” He closed his eyes again briefly and gave a sigh of relief. “I would never do anything to hurt you, Buffy.” His eyes flew open and fixed on her face. “You have to know that. You’re not blind.” “I’m not worried about you hurting me,” she said as coldly as she could. “Yes, you are,” he said softly. “You’re afraid I’m going to make you kill me.” There was a short pause, then he added, “And that would hurt you. Almost as much as causing you that kind of pain would hurt me. I won’t do that to you, love. You have my word.” There was another silence while they stared at each other and struggled to accept the changes in their relationship that the past several weeks had wrought. Buffy finally broke the lengthy silence by looking away and muttering, “I have to get back to the dorm. Let’s get you back upstairs for the night.” Accepting the tentative apology for what it was, the vampire nodded and tried to stand up. As soon as he was on his feet, his vision turned black and he felt himself falling forward, only to be caught in soft, strong arms that lowered him gently to the floor. When his vision cleared he looked up to see Buffy’s worried face only inches from his own. Her eyes searched his anxiously and clouded up at the pain she saw reflected there. “This isn’t right. You should be healing faster.” “Buffy, love, do you remember when you dropped that organ on me? Do you remember puttin’ me in the wheelchair?” She nodded reluctantly, wondering why he was bringing up what had to be a painful memory for him. “Do you know how long I was in that soddin’ chair?” he growled. She thought back to what had been some of the worst months of her young life when Angelus had stalked her friends, killed Jenny and tried to end the world. She realized that she hadn’t seen much of Spike for that entire unhappy time until he showed up to make a truce with her. She shook her head “no” and waited for him to tell her. “Months, Buffy. I was in that bleedin’ chair for months. I was gettin’ nothin’ to eat but what Dru remembered to bring me when she wasn’t chasin’ around after her precious ‘Daddy’. Angelus sure as hell wasn’t going to feed me. So I got whatever Dru brought in. Sometimes it was human, sometimes it wasn’t. She even brought me a bloody puppy once! Cute lil’ thing. I didn’t eat it. Wonder what ever happened to him...?” “Spike! Focus. Was there a point in there somewhere?” “Yeah, love, sorry. The point is that it takes a lot longer to heal from serious injuries if you’re not getting the ....” His voice trailed off as he realized what he was saying and he quickly tried to backtrack. “I mean, it just takes longer than you think for a vampire to recover from a beatin’ like the one I took. And you add the chipectomy to that and—“ She stopped him by putting a finger gently against his mouth. He had to fight not to pull it in and begin sucking on it, but settled for kissing it softly as he waited for her to speak. “So, we’re back to what I said earlier. You need human blood to heal properly.” Her voice had no inflection in it and he couldn’t tell what she was thinking. “No, no, I don’t, love. My point was that I DON’T need human blood. I can heal just fine without it. It’s jus’ gonna take a while. That’s all.” He looked at her anxiously; willing her to see what he was saying. (Don’t want her to think I have to kill to feed. Don’t want her to think humans have to die so I won’t.) Buffy studied his face carefully for a minute, then shrugged and stood up, helping him to stand with her. One look at his grimacing face made up her mind for her and she carefully grasped him around the waist and lifted him off the floor. As carefully as she could, she maneuvered him to the stairs and up to his bed in the guest room. When she put him on the bed, he fell back on the pillow, exhausted by his fight to not scream with the pain that even Buffy’s best efforts couldn’t spare him. His eyes were closed so he missed the determined look on Buffy’s face as she watched him. He opened one eye when he felt the mattress give under her weight, and turned his head to see her climbing up beside him. She leaned over and gave him a chaste kiss on his lips as she said, “I’m going to fix you. No puppy dogs for my guy.” Spike was so fixated on hearing himself referred to as “her guy”, that he didn’t realized what she was doing until her wrist was under his nose and she was pressing it against his lips. He couldn’t resist inhaling her scent as she held the pulse point right under his nose. His nostrils flared as his senses were overwhelmed by the smell of Slayer/Buffy. Without conscious volition, his tongue snaked out and licked at the pulsing artery right in front of his mouth. Buffy shivered as his tongue ran across the scar left from several nights earlier. When he felt her shiver, he realized what he was doing and stopped immediately, instead kissing the scar and then gently moving her arm away from his face. “What are you doin’, love?” he asked rhetorically. It was very obvious what she was offering him and he trembled as he fought his demon back. He held her wrist and gently rubbed on the pulse with his thumb. He could feel it pounding, even as he heard her heart beating strongly and steadily. She fixed her eyes on his and said firmly, “I, being the Slayer, and therefore infinitely superior to a vampire,” she smirked as he huffed indignantly, “am fully recovered from the blood I lost and can more than spare you a few mouthfuls to tide you over until I can get to Willie’s.” She dropped the teasing tone and asked him softly, “Please, Spike. Let me do this for you. I can’t stand seeing you like this. Not when I know it isn’t necessary.” He stared back at her in awe. He’d know for weeks that he was falling in love with the woman whose role it was to kill his kind. But until he had a chance to see her unselfishness and compassion up close, he’d been able to attribute his feelings to the undeniable lust he felt every time he saw her. That crutch was now gone. (Bloody hell. She’s turned me back into William. I would die for this woman. Don’t care if she doesn’t love me back. I’m hers forever. Never want to be anywhere else.) Buffy watched the emotions play out across his expressive face and knew that they had just reached a different and much more frightening place in their relationship than the mutual desire that had always been there. There was no denying what she could see reflected in the vampire’s eyes. (And what does he see looking back at him, I wonder? Why is it suddenly so important to me that he isn’t in pain? Have I fallen in love with another vampire? Where do we go from here?) Chapter Ten 1/2 After what felt like hours of mutually terrified oh-my-god-I’m-in-love type staring, Spike nodded his head and patted the space beside him on the bed. Blushing slightly, Buffy eased down beside him and offered her wrist again. Spike smiled at her and gently stoked her face. “Do you trust me?” he asked softly. She nodded without speaking and he leaned forward and kissed her tenderly. As it had downstairs, the soft, tender kisses evolved into much deeper, more intense ones and Buffy was soon moaning softly into his mouth as the heat spread throughout her body. He slid his arm gently around her waist and pulled her as close to his body as he could, pressing his growing erection into her hip. As Buffy tentatively put her arms around him, trying not to squeeze too hard and hurt him, he began kissing his way down her neck. When he reached the point where her pulse was audibly pounding in her throat, he licked the area thoroughly, then sucked on it, pulling blood to the surface. His free hand was skimming Buffy’s body, leaving heated trails wherever it touched and causing her to grind her pelvis into his. She didn’t even notice when he shifted into game face and slid his razor-sharp fangs into her throat, but when he began pulling long draughts of blood into his mouth, she felt them all the way down to her womb. An incredible lassitude came over her and she melted into his body, surrendering completely to the pleasure he was giving her. She could feel tension building in her lower body, and when, with one last hard pull Spike growled into her throat, she shuddered with an unexpected orgasm that caused her to involuntarily clutch him tightly. His hissed response told her she was probably hurting him, and she let go quickly; an embarrassed apology on her lips. He shushed her with a kiss, then went back to licking the wounds he’d made on her throat until they were closed up. Every lick of his tongue across the bite sent a tingle through Buffy’s body and she shivered in delight. When the bite was healed enough to suit him, he moved back up to her face and kissed her again before tilting his head back to look at her. “You know I’ll be back on my feet by tomorrow now, don’t you?” He could feel the elixir that was Slayer blood flowing through his body, strengthening bones, healing internal injuries, and making him so hard he almost groaned when Buffy shifted away from him slightly. He pulled her back into his body and pressed his throbbing erection into her again. “Ah, ah, Slayer. You’re responsible for this problem. Now what’re you plannin’ to do about it?” As he whispered in her ear, he was running his hand down her side to the bottom of her shirt and back up to caress the bare skin on her back. “I’m gonna finished what I started a long time ago,” she grinned at him and pulled his hand away from her back. “You just lie there and heal. I’ll take care of this little ‘problem’” “Little!” his indignant snort and the accompanying glare sent her into giggles and she laughed at him just as she had back in Giles’ bathroom when she made him drool. “Hold still, vampire. Or I’ll have to chain you up again...” she whispered in his ear as she stretched his arms over his head and wrapped his hands around the brass railing of the bed. Spike shivered with anticipation and willingly grasped the railing, leaving her free to do what she wished with his body. Buffy pushed the tee shirt they’d found for him to wear up to his neck and began running her tongue around his upper body. She paused to suck on each flat male nipple, smiling when he began to murmur and hiss just as he had when he’d been in the bathtub. But where then she had spent most of her time kissing and licking her way around his upper body, this time she ran her tongue from his chest right down his body, stopping to tickle his navel with it, then following the soft trail of hair down into the sweat pants he was wearing. As her mouth moved lower, she easily pushed the elastic waistband down until she could slide it over his cool, smooth cock and down his thighs. He lifted his hips slightly to help her pull the pants the rest of the way down and she shoved them down far enough for him to kick them off. She never took her eyes off the bobbing object in front of her and as soon as her hand was free, she used it to steady his cock while she studied it. She looked at it from all angles, admiring it’s smoothness and wondering how something that big would feel inside her. She rubbed her cheek against it, stroked it lightly with her hand and ran her tongue around the tip, tasting him. When it began to seem that she was going to spend all her time looking at it, Spike couldn’t keep silent any longer. “You’re killin’ me,here, pet.” He gritted out. “Are you just gonna look at it all day or....” Buffy flashed him a grin before she turned her attention back to his aching cock. “I’m getting to the ‘or’, “ she said. “Just be patient.” “Not my thing, love,” he growled. “Don’t do patient.” She pouted at him, her full lower lip just brushing the head as she did so and he groaned in surrender. Taking pity on the now panting vampire, she put her mouth over him and worked her way down his shaft as far as she could without gagging. Spike’s groan turning into a hissed, “yesss” and he involuntarily pushed his hips up toward her mouth. He thought the heat from her mouth was going to burn him, but every time she moved her head up and allowed his wet cock to feel the air, he couldn’t stand it until she took him in again. She wrapped one small hand around the base of his shaft and began to squeeze him in rhythm with the sucking motions she was making with her mouth. “Oh god, yes, Buffy. Like that, love. Feels so good. So hot, so strong. Gonna make me...Buffy!” His hips rose off the bed and he thrust into her mouth as his orgasm took him away from any pain he was feeling. Buffy sat up, licking her lips, with a very self-satisfied smile on her face. Spike looked at her smirking at him and suddenly brought his arms down and pulled her up onto his body. His hands were busy pulling off her shirt and trying to unfasten her pants at the same time. “Too bloody many clothes,” he growled as he tore her lacy thong off and tossed it across the room. Buffy could feel that he was hard again already and looked up at him in amazement. “I thought I...How can you....Didn’t I do it right?” She had a puzzled and slightly hurt expression on her face. He stopped frantically disrobing her long enough to grab her face and plant kisses all over it. “Of course you did it right, love. It was bloody wonderful! Why would you think—“ “Well, you’re still ready to...shouldn’t you be...?” He gave her a grin and said, “Vampire recovery, love. Doesn’t take but a couple seconds to be ready to go again. Especially when you’ve just had a dose of Slayer blood. You did know your blood’s an aphrodisiac, didn’t you?” “Uh...no. Actually, I don’t think Giles has ever covered that particular—“ “I suppose he wouldn’t, at that. Well, it is. To any vampire. And when the Slayer is you, and it’s this vampire....” he buried his face in her neck and inhaled her scent as he ran his tongue over his mark. Fighting off the incredible feeling she was getting from lying on his hard body and feeling him sucking on the skin of her neck, Buffy pushed away from him a little bit to ask, “Isn’t this going to hurt you? Shouldn’t we wait—“ His whole body vibrated with the force of his growl and Buffy moaned at the sensation. “Don’t want to wait. Want you now, love. Waited too long already. Please, love. Let me make love to you.” “But..but,I don’t want to hurt you.” “Vampire here, pet. We like a little pain with our pleasure. Anyway, I’m healing faster than you can imagine. Your blood is singin’ inside me and I feel like I could leap over the moon.” She giggled at the mental picture of Spike jumping over the moon, and relaxed back onto him. The feel of his cool flesh next to her heated body was soothing and exciting at the same time. She felt his cock slide between her thighs and she tightened them, holding it in place for a few seconds. Spike could feel the wetness soaking his cock as it lay pressed length wise against her. He brought his hands to her hips and lifted her up just enough to be able to put the head against her entrance. She caught her breath in a gasp as he rubbed it slowly up and down, spreading the moisture from one end to the other and coating the head with it. When she was moaning and pushing her hips down toward his body, he finally placed the head at her opening and nudged gently. “Look at me, love,” he whispered as he held her hips still. She looked down into his penetrating blue eyes and nodded once. Without taking their eyes off each other, they let their bodies come together slowly. Buffy sank down onto him, her mouth open slightly and a stunned expression of pure sexuality on her face. Spike was looking at her with such adoration and awe that she almost looked away from the intensity of his gaze. Once he was buried all the way inside her smooth, warmth he knew he was as close to heaven as he was ever going to get. He kept his eyes on her face as she slowly rode up and down on him, afraid if he looked away she would disappear. Buffy was trying to remain in control and aware of her actions so that she wouldn’t hurt him. She knew, under ordinary circumstances, she wouldn’t have to worry about her strength with the vampire. Not the way she had to with Riley. But she didn’t want to accidentally re-injure him either. She knew Spike wanted her to be looking at him, but once his hard length was filling her completely, she was unable to keep her gaze focused. She was completely lost in the sensations being created as Spike kept his hands on her hips and guided her as she rode up and down on him. When she had established an easy rhythm, he let go of her hips and reached for her breasts which were bobbing up and down in front of him. He cupped a hand around each one, rubbing his thumbs gently over the erect nipples. He smiled when a squeeze to each breast brought another moan from her. Buffy placed her hands on his chest to balance herself as she moved up and down, her face a study in concentration and pleasure. When he moved one hand from her breast to rub circles on her clit, she threw her head back and began panting little whimpers that quickly built to a muffled scream as she clenched around him and fell forward onto his chest. Without waiting for her to come down from her orgasm, he wrapped his arms around her and flipped them over so that he was looking down into her dazed expression. He covered her mouth with his and his tongue began a caressing duel with hers as he began thrusting in to her. He was dimly aware of pain in his almost healed leg as he tried to remain on his knees above her, but tried to ignore it. When Buffy wrapped her legs around him and used her heels to pull him in harder, he gave up and let his full weight fall on her, using just his hips to continue pushing into her warm depths. The constant pressure against her clit, as well as the way Spike was swirling his hips and hitting a spot inside that Buffy hadn’t known existed, soon had her panting and whimpering again. Now that he knew the sounds of her impending orgasm, Spike allowed himself to give in to his own need for release and he pounded into her until she spasmed around him. The force of her muscles clenching around his eager cock took him over the edge and into the sweetest release of his unlife. He fought back the demon as it struggled to emerge and bite Buffy again; instead he fastened his mouth on his marks and sucked hard as he shot into her until he had nothing left. For several minutes he could do nothing but lie on top of her, inhaling their mingled scents and licking her neck. Their hands were stretched up over their heads, fingers entwined and bodies pressed together. Buffy loved the feel of his lean, muscular body on hers. She slid her legs down his until they were touching all the way from their linked hands to their feet. (So much nicer than being smothered by Angel or Riley.) After a few minutes, Buffy decided that breathing would be much easier if there wasn’t a vampire on her chest, and she stretched like a cat and squirmed under him. When he felt her soft, yet incredibly strong body flexing under his, Spike hardened again almost immediately. “Ah, love. Don’t do that. Some parts of my body just aren’t willing to admit that I’m not all better yet.” He nuzzled her neck one more time, then rolled off to the side keeping one hand across her stomach possessively. Buffy took a deep breath and curled toward him as she let it out. She let one leg slide over his, then cringed when she saw him wince. She immediately shot up with a sorrowful look on her face. “I hurt you! I knew it. I knew we shouldn’t..” he stopped her guilt-stricken babbling with a kiss that was both tender and erotic at the same time. “You didn’t. And we should. As often as possible. In many different positions. Every day. For the rest of our lives.” He punctuated each sentence with another kiss, stopping only when he felt her relax back against his side. “But I hurt you. I was supposed to be making you better and—“ “I AM better, love. A little more time and rest and I’ll be good as new. Just got a few sore spots left, that’s all.” Eventually Buffy allowed him to sooth her worries, and she reluctantly got up to search for her clothes. As she wandered around the room looking for her thong, they heard her mother’s SUV in the driveway. “Ohmygod! Mom’s home! Quick. Get your clothes on!” Buffy threw Spike’s sweat pants at him and frantically pulled her own jeans on. She pulled the shirt over her head and tried to fix her obvious bed hair in the mirror. Just as they heard her mother coming up the stairs, calling her name, she found her thong and was holding it in her hand with a panicky look on her face when Spike grabbed it and tucked it under the pillow. When her mother got to the top of the stairs, Buffy was already in the hall way telling Spike, “I’ll check on you tomorrow afternoon. And I’ll tell Willie to send you some O neg tonight.” Out of sight of her mother, the vampire blew her a kiss and waved her thong at her. He laughed at the angry glare she gave him and sent her another kiss before dropping back down onto the pillow. Knowing she not only looked like she’d just had sex, but probably smelled like it too, Buffy ran quickly by her mother, throwing over her shoulder, “Bye, Mom. See you tomorrow. Got to go now!” as she raced down the stairs. Joyce stared after her daughter thoughtfully, then walked to the door of the guest room and looked in at the extremely happy looking vampire. “I take it you two have worked out your issues.” She said, piercing him with her best “mom” look. Spike tried for an innocent look and when he saw Joyce wasn’t buying that, he looked away and ducked his head in embarrassment. Only her concern over what could happen to her daughter kept her from laughing at the abashed vampire. She was sure if he were standing he would have been shuffling his feet. When he finally looked up to meet her eyes apologetically, he took an unnecessary breath and said quietly, “I love her, Joyce.” Buffy’s mother sighed and slumped against the door frame. “I know you do, Spike. It’s just ...the last time she was involved with a vampire—“ “I was there,” he said flatly. He fixed his eyes on hers and suddenly he no longer looked like a shy Victorian boy, but like a man who had seen it all and knew what was important. “I am not Angelus. Never have been. Never will be. I don’t need a soul to love her, or a soddin’ chip in my head either. I swear to you, Joyce. I will never knowingly do anything to hurt her. Never.” “Just remember,” she said as she turned away, “I still know where the axe is.” “As well you should, mum,” he smiled as he settled back into the bed for some much needed sleep. “As well you should.” AN: I’m thinking this is probably the end, for now anyway. I’ve done Season IV to death (no pun intended), and so many others have written post “Something Blue” fics that to continue it seems redundant. So, yeah, I did leave it open ended in that there hasn’t really been any resolution with the Initiative and Professor Walsh’s interest in Buffy, but I just don’t have any original ideas right now. I’ve done the “they want to make a lab rat of the Slayer”, as have others, and I’ve killed Adam a couple of times, so… |