A/N: Someone left a review saying that they thought the flashback detracted from the "real" story. As stated earlier, the flashbacks sometimes contain hints that will further the plot, and other times are used to give the reader a glimpse into what has happened in Spike and Buffy's lives in the 200 years since the last story. Therefore, the ARE part of the "real" story.
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Chapter 9
“I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had.”
-Tears for Fears
“Daddy? Are you in there?” Drusilla asked, crouching over Angel’s still form. She giggled when his eyes open and an evil smile spread over his lips.
“Hello, princess? Did you miss me?” He reached up and grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her down into a rough kiss. Angelus sat up, flipping Dru so that she was in his lap. She giggled and wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing herself against him. “How ‘bout a welcome back shag. Soul boy was swearing off the old in and out, and ‘m dying for a little release.”
“Not in front of baby,” Dru purred against him. “She’s not ready yet.”
Angelus pulled Drusilla by the hair so that her face was out of his line of vision. “Oh, look. Seems William’s left his Slayer all alone and abandoned. I think we should see if turned Slayer blood is as good as they say it is.” He pushed Drusilla off his lap and began to make his way over to where Buffy still sat in shock, staring at the stairs that Spike had disappeared from.
“No, bad daddy. That’s Spikey’s bride, not yours.”
“Ah, Dru, you forget, you’re all mine. ‘Sides, she’s immortal, the blood will come back. Spike will never know it was gone, I promise,” he cooed at her.
Drusilla grinned, “It will be our secret.”
“Yes, our secret. We could chain her up and drink from her forever,” Angelus whispered in her ear and Drusilla giggled again.
“Chain her up, her screams will be our music,” she whispered.
“That’s me girl,” Angelus said, and kissed her hard on the mouth. He walked over to Buffy and pulled her up roughly by her shoulders. “Now, let’s have a look see. My, Buffy, the years have not been kind.” Buffy’s face was still turned toward the staircase, and with a growl Angelus grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. “You will look at me when I’m talking to you or I will make you very sorry.”
“He didn’t want to look at me,” Buffy muttered.
“And why would he, Buff? Have you taken a look in the mirror lately? The kinder-whore look is centuries out of style.”
Drusilla stopped dancing behind him, “Daddy doesn’t like how princess dresses?”
“Not talking to you, Dru,” he snapped. “I’m talking to Miss Slayer here, THE Slayer. We had some good times in the past, didn’t we Buff? And now, hey, we’re both immortal. We can have more good times in the future, but first, I’m gonna take a little taste of your blood. Then I’m gonna chain you up and use you as an all you can drink buffet. What do you think of that?”
“Why didn’t he want to look at me, Angel?”
“It’s Angelus,” he said as he sank his fangs into her neck.
Buffy let out a surprised cry and went limp in his arms.
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“What are you watching?” Buffy asked, plopping down on the couch next to Spike.
“Dunno, some new soap opera about a bunch of rich kids who go out and battle mythical creatures every week,” Spike answered, sliding his arm around her shoulders so that she could snuggle into his side.
“Wow, they are really running out of ideas, aren’t they?” Buffy snorted.
“Yeah, I mean, they just took out a dragon with a water hose. Everybody knows that the only way to kill a dragon is to stab a sword right through the little fire nodule thing in their throat. They burn from the inside out that way,” Spike said. He rubbed his hand over Buffy’s shoulder and she flinched. “Here, wot’s that now?”
“Nothing, I’m a little sore still from that fight with the fyral demon yesterday,” she answered. “I hit the side of a tombstone.”
“Turn around, lemme see it,” Spike demanded.
“I’m fine. It’s nothing, really.”
“I’ll decide if it’s nothing or not, turn the bloody hell around.”
Buffy sighed and turned around, pulling her shirt off over her head. She tilted her head to the left so that Spike could get a good view of her shoulder.
“Dammit, Buffy. You’re all black and blue back here. Don’t move, I’m going to get the balm stuff.”
Buffy leaned her head against the couch and closed her eyes as she listened to Spike mutter and curse as he rummaged through the medicine cabinet. This was exactly why she’d said nothing in the first place. She felt the couch dip down behind her.
“Don’t move, luv. Fix this in a jiffy,” he said and Buffy let out a low moan as his fingers began to work the balm into her shoulder. Spike smiled at her reaction and scooped out some more of the balm onto his hand. He worked it slowly into her shoulder, then moved his hands to her neck.
“Mmmm, feels good,” Buffy said lowly.
Spike moved his hands up her neck, just below her hairline, then over to her other shoulder. Buffy leaned back farther until she was lying against his chest and he was forced to move his hands to her breasts. She moaned and arched into his hands.
“See, is it so awful to let me take care of your injuries?” he whispered in her ear.
She tilted her head back to capture his lips in a kiss. “Not awful at all…but now I’m all smelly and tingly and turned on.”
“Well, we can fix that.”
“No,” she kissed him again. “We can’t because you know this stuff gets all burny. So, now you’re stuck messaging my shoulders all night, and we both have to go to bed all unsatisfied.”
Spike growled and pressed a kiss into her neck. He made a face and smacked his lips together. “You’re right. That stuff tastes bloody awful. Come on, luv, guess its all message and no shagging tonight.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her up. “Let’s go, sooner we go to bed, sooner it’s morning and we can shag.”
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Spike surveyed the shambles that was their bedroom. The closet had been ripped apart and its contents lay spread across the floor, along with every piece of clothing he owned. There was blood, Buffy’s blood, smeared across the bed sheets, the walls, even the ceiling.
He picked up a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and walked into the bathroom. The bathroom was even worse off then the bedroom. The mirror was shattered, the bathtub caked in more of Buffy’s blood, various razor blades and daggers were on the floor, each coated in blood.
“Oh, luv, what have you done?” he muttered as he sat on the seat of the toilet. Spike ran his fingers through his hair and pulled his pants on. He was still somewhat in shock that she had pulled-no-yanked him out of Heaven. After all that they had been through after her own release from Heaven…he wondered if she even remembered that.
He had been mostly happy in Heaven, though not completely. Spike could never be completely happy without Buffy by his side, but he had been mostly happy. He had been with Madison and Joyce and Dawn…even his mum and da had been there. He had been forgiven for all his past sins and been one with all the world. His spirit had been a part of everything and everyone and he had been almost complete. Almost because he couldn’t be complete without Buffy, and maybe that was the reason he had been brought back. Maybe, after all this time, they couldn’t be complete without each other…but it still hurt. The loss was still there.
Spike’s head snapped up at the sound of Buffy’s cry. Throwing his shirt over his head, he ran down the stairs to see her hanging limply in Angel’s arms. With a roar, Spike yanked Buffy back and stared at his grand-sire as the latter wiped the blood off his face.
“What’s ‘smatter Willy my boy. You should know that everything you have belongs to me, and you better learn to share,” Angelus sneered.
“Why Angelus, fancy you making an appearance,” Spike said glaring back at him.
“Get used to it. I plan on sticking around for a bit.
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