Chapter 14
by Mefiant
Spike lay flush against Buffy’s back, his cock still nestled in her warmth as he dozed lightly, waking every now and then to reassure himself that Buffy was still sleeping calmly. With everything that had been happening with Angelus, Dru and now the watcher’s girl, her sleep had been filled with troubled dreams. He shifted slightly, pulling her closer to him and enjoying the mews of contentment that his action elicited, as well as the slight wriggle of her body against his rapidly hardening member.
He lazily drifted one hand up to cup her breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The other he positioned over her clit, rubbing it gently. Buffy moaned and pushed her arse further backwards, her increased heartbeat signalling her emergence from sleep. “Hmmmm more.”
Spike chuckled, “Thought you were asleep?” He began to work her clit more vigorously, all the while resisting the urge to begin thrusting inside her once again.
“Yeah sure you did,” Buffy twisted her head towards him, “so are you just going to play, or are you going to get serious with that thing?” She clenched her inner muscles lightly as she spoke.
“Would love to get serious pet, but we got company coming.” Spike reached down to grab the blanket, pulling it up to cover Buffy discretely.
“Who?” Buffy glanced towards the stairs.
“Red.” Spike sat up and spying his jeans on the floor, he jumped up from the cot and pulled them on in one fluid movement. A rapid knock sounded on the door just as he eased them over his firm buttocks.
“Buffy, Spike, I’m coming down it’s urgent.” Willow yelled franticly as she opened the door and began to feel her way down in the dark. She blinked and almost fell as the light suddenly turned on, blinding her momentarily with its brightness.
“Will what’s wrong?” Buffy stood at the base of the stairs wrapped in the blanket and looked up at her worriedly.
Spike silently began to gather her clothes handing them to her, before he began the search for his boots. Something was seriously wrong as he could feel the waves of stress and fear pouring out of her. His demon was baying for release, not to attack the young girl before him, but to hunt down and destroy those who would cause her such pain.
Willow almost leapt down the remaining stairs, “I was only gone for a minute, and I mean, I knew he was upset and grieving, but he asked for some tea and then I couldn’t find the packet, and it took longer then I thought, and when I got back the cage was open, and there are things missing, and I looked everywhere, and I can’t find him.” Tears were streaming down her face as she twisted her hands together, causing them to redden at the abuse.
“Who can’t you find, Will?” Buffy wrapped her friend up in her arms as she tried to calm her.
“I’m guessin’ the Watcher.” Spike came up to stand beside the girls, “You told him about his girl, and first chance he got he took off. Am I right?”
Willow nodded, “I think he’s gone after Angelus and Miss Calender.” She started to sob loudly again, “He’s going to get killed.”
Buffy turned frantic eyes towards Spike, “We have to find him.”
Spike nodded, “We’ll find him luv, I promise.”
He wrapped an arm around Willow’s shoulder, carefully leading her back upstairs and allowing Buffy time to get dressed. “Buffy and I’ll go after the Watcher and bring him back all safe and sound in a neat Tweed package. But we need you to stay here and keep an eye on Joyce and the other Slayer.” He settled the still distraught teenager onto a stool in the kitchen as he busied himself with making her a hot chocolate, “Why don’t you call the whelp and get him to come keep you company till we get back?”
Buffy strode into the kitchen, “Ok, we grab some weapons, and then we go find Giles.” A look of determination crossed her face, “We don’t come back without him.”
A few minutes later they stood at the front door, stakes secreted around their bodies and holy water stuffed in pockets. Buffy also held a long sword, while Spike wielded a wicked looking axe.
“Let’s go get your watcher, pet!” Spike growled, as the two blondes strode off into the night.
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Giles approached the mansion cautiously, stopping short in the street he stared up at its imposing façade. The cool night air tickled the hairs on the back of his neck, or maybe he was just picking up on the fact that he was about to walk into a master vampire’s lair.
He closed his eyes for a moment; Jenny was in there, or at least a creature that now walked around in her body. His resolved hardened; he was going to go in there and destroy the creature that had taken his love’s place, and if Angelus got in his way then he would destroy him too.
Deep inside Giles knew that he would most likely fail, that he would probably end up dead. Part of him ached for it, longed to join the soul of his beloved.
Giles tightened his grip on the crossbow he held in his hands. His plan was to fire off a few bolts, then grab the stake resting in his pocket and take out as many of the vile creatures as he could as he made his way to Jenny.
Taking a deep breath he slowly turned the doorknob, what he wouldn’t give for slayer strength at the moment, to be able to kick the door down and burst in guns blazing so to speak. Instead he opened the door as silently as possible; praying fervently that the vampires inside hadn’t picked up on the sound of his pounding heartbeat. He slipped inside, crossbow at the ready, only to be met with total silence. Frowning Giles scanned the room. He knew that many of the minions would be out hunting, but he had expected to come up against some resistance. It was then that he noticed small piles of dust dotted around the room. ‘So Angelus had a bad day did he?’
Tentatively he moved further into the room, eyes darting from side to side as he crept towards a large door on the other side of the room. Pushing the solid wooden door open slowly, Giles took in the sight before him. Angelus lay on the large bed, his skin drawn tight, his lips moving slightly, as though he were whispering.
Giles stepped up to the bed to stare down into a pair of hungry, pain filled eyes. Giles noticed a large gaping hole in the side of his neck, part of the sheet stuck to the dried blood that surrounded the wound. Giles aimed the crossbow at the weakened vampire’s heart, “What happened?” His eyes hardened as he heard a soft rasping laugh escape from the form on the bed.
“My new childe is a little disobedient.” Angelus reached a hand up desperately trying to grasp Giles arm, “I think I’ll have myself a little snack before I go teach her who’s the master here.”
Giles stepped back laughing, “What do you think you’d be able to do Angelus?”
Gathering his courage Giles stepped closer to the bed, leaning down close to the stricken vampire’s face, “Look at you, lying there like a dried up old husk. You’re just a pathetic shell, brought to the brink of destruction by your own vile creation.” He pressed the tip of the bow to Angelus’s chest a cold, malevolent smile transformed his usually benign features, “I wonder if it’s more painful if it goes in slowly?” Giles began to apply pressure to the bow, gradually inching the tip deeper and deeper until it came in contact with the hard bone of the vampire’s ribs.
“Oh my, it seems we’ve hit a little obstacle.” Giles twisted the bow, leaning heavily onto it as he tried to force it through and into the creature’s chest cavity.
Angelus lay writhing on the bed, too weak to push his tormentor away, his dry throat unable to release the screams of pain that expanded inside him.
Grunting, Giles once again tried to force the arrow deeper, “It seems we have a small problem.” Giles smiled derisively, “It appears to be stuck. Oh well, the fast way it is then.” He moved his finger a fraction, sending the bolt straight into Angelus’s heart, instantly transforming the master vampire into dust.
As he straightened from the bed, a cool hand wrapped around his throat, a feminine body pressed tight against his back. Soft lips caressed his earlobe in a whisper, “My my, someone’s been a bad boy.” Jenny stepped round to stand in front of him, hand still firmly clasped around his throat.
Moving forward Jenny let her other hand trail slowly down across his body, “Such viciousness Rupert, I didn’t know you had it in you.” She moved closer, plucking the crossbow from his numb fingers, as several minions carefully removed any other weapons he had stowed in various locations.
“You know I really should be annoyed with you, Angelus was my sire after all.” She moved closer so that she rested her cheek against his, “But lets face it, he was an asshole.” She turned her face and began to trail her tongue across his cheek, “And I think I’d make a much better master, don’t you?” Slowly she moved her lips downwards, caressing his skin with her lips until she found the small pulse that so fascinated her. She cupped his cock with her hand, rubbing him provocatively, until she finally plunged her fangs into his neck, taking long deliberate pulls.
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Jenny strolled through Sunnydale, a small group of minions trailing behind her, dragging a near-unconscious Giles with them.
“You know I never realized how much potential there was in this town.” Standing she turned to stare down the street, a small sign on one of the shops catching her eye. “I think we need a change of scenery.” She casually moved forward, a small crackle of energy dancing from her fingertips.
Jenny stood in front of the store staring at the sign, “The Magic Box.” Looking through the window she noticed a figure moving around inside, “Looks like we found our new home.” Turning to the minions she smiled widely, “Let’s have some fun.”
Motioning for the others to stay out of sight Jenny walked through the door of the shop, trying to remember to act as though she were still the human Jenny Calender.
“Jenny, hello.” the dark haired woman inside smiled her greeting, “What can I get for you?”
“Daina,” Jenny moved closer until she stood directly in front of the unsuspecting woman. “You’re always so helpful. I’m sure you’ll have no problems giving me what I want.”
Daina looked puzzled at her best customer’s choice of words, and then turned fearful as the door opened once again admitting a group of deformed looking men, who were dragging another man behind them. “Mr. Giles?” she gasped when he raised his head trying to gain his bearings.
Giles looked about himself blearily. His neck was throbbing and his head ached; his eyes felt gritty and sore, and he felt as though he were looking at the world through thick glass. ‘Glass, glasses, where were his glasses?’ Peering through the fog of his vision he saw two dark haired women standing across the room from him, one looked like the young shopkeeper from The Magic Box.
“Jenny?” Giles throat felt like sandpaper as he croaked the word out, almost immediately he remembered what jenny now was. He turned horrified eyes to the oblivious shopkeeper, “Run! Run!”
Daina felt the terror building inside of her. Mr. Giles was telling her to run, and that’s exactly what she was going to do. Grabbing at Jenny’s hand she tugged her towards the back of the store, “We have to get out of here, it’s not safe.”
Jenny allowed herself to be pulled along, her demon enjoying her small deception, “You’re right, it’s not safe,” Stopping suddenly she twisted the girl’s arm, roughly dragging her round to face her as she slipped into game face, “for you that is.”
Jenny viciously twisted the girl’s head to the side, licking at the pulsing vein just beneath the skin, before plunging her fangs into the tender flesh. Her demon rejoiced as the rich; fear-laden blood flowed readily into her mouth, the sound of the girl’s terrified whimpers filling her ears.
‘Janna,’ a soft voice whispered through her mind, causing her to pause momentarily. ‘JANNA!’ the voice became more forceful, repelling the demon from its prize.
Jenny’s vampiric face melted away as she stared down at the weeping girl at her feet. Frowning she tried to work out what was happening, her demon was howling in rage at the interruption, but it was also slinking deep down inside her as though it feared the voice in her head. “Uncle?”
Jenny turned in circles, expecting to see her kin somewhere close, but there was nothing. A rushing sounded in her ears as what seemed like a thousand voices began to whisper and chant in her mind. Then she knew. They were the voices of her clan softly chanting the words of an ancient curse.
Giles watched in morbid fascination as Jenny began to scream, hand clutching the side of her head, as though she were trying to rip something from her mind.
“No!” Jenny suddenly realized what the voices were whispering. “NO!” Desperately she raced to the shelves lining the walls, pulling down bottles and jars before discarding them carelessly. Finally she found what she was looking for; twisting the jar open she poured some of the contents onto the counter. “Match!” she demanded, causing the minions to frantically search, until they finally found a small box of matches. Jenny ripped the box from the minion’s outstretched hand; striking one she watched the flame dance for a moment before dropping it onto the pile before her.
Chanting softly Jenny’s eye’s glowed with determination until finally, “Repel.” Jenny smiled as silence washed over her. “Much better.” She smoothed her hair, taking a deep unneeded breath, “Now where was I? Ahh yes, Daina.” She turned to where she had left the shopkeeper only to find her gone.
Screaming her frustration Jenny whirled back to her minions, arms spread wide. “Welcome to your new home boys. Get this place cleaned up and find me some decent furniture for the back.” Stalking forward she pulled Giles’ head up roughly, “Nobody touches this one. I’m not finished with him yet.”
Jenny ran a finger across his lips softly before pulling him into a hard kiss. Biting his lips with her blunt teeth, she caused a small amount of blood to fill her mouth as she deepened the kiss. Pulling away she ran her tongue across his mouth once, lapping up any stray drops of blood.
“Later,” she breathed as she stood slipping into her demon face once more. “Right now, I have a runaway to find.” Laughing she sped towards the door and out into the night, howling her delight at the hunt to come.
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