~Chapter Four~
Buffy walked into Spike's crypt again and dropped her bag down on the floor. She glanced at the message on the door and sighed, still not sure if she was ready to face her friends with the new her. She needed just one more night at least... one more night to deal with being a walking undead, deal with Spike being nice to her, and deal with her mom actually dying some day. No immortal mommy for her.
"Looks like Red was here," Spike commented as he followed her inside. "Hope that ain' permanent." He reached out to touch it and it disappeared. He nodded and closed the door behind him. "So, you gonna go t' see them?"
"Not tonight, if that's okay," she told him and went to curl. up on the end of the couch. "Not feeling up to all that after all that just happened. Tomorrow maybe." She nodded.
"Perfectly understandable, pet. Doin' alot better than I prob'ly would in the same circumstances. Take as much time as ya want. I'm sure your friends'll understand an' I'll go give them word that you're alright. Can see if they got anywhere with research on what else you can expect bein' a turned slayer an' all."
"No!" She looked up at him quickly and then glanced away. "Stay... please, just stay."
He arched a brow, not thinking he would have ever heard her say that to him. He didn't look a gift horse in the mouth, though, and went over to sit next to her on the couch. "No problem, luv. I'm your willin' slave for as long as you need me." He smiled at her.
She shifted and laid her head on his shoulder, needing some sort of comfort. His arm went around her and squeezed her gently, then lowered his lips to brush a soft kiss across her forehead. The sign of affection surprised her. He had been acting strange towards her ever since he had saved her from Dracula. Heck, even that had been strange to her. She had understood when she thought he had taken her because he had wanted the pleasure of enslaving her himself, but that obviously hadn't been what had happened when he finally got her alone.
She blinked up at him and studied him for a moment. "Um, on second thought... why don't you go give Willow news that I'm okay like you were going to do. I'm going to go downstairs and get settled in." She smiled, hoping he didn't think she was rejecting his comfort. She just had an idea she wanted to put into action.
"Right then," he got up and headed for the door, feeling a bit put off. "An' see if they learned anythin' helpful 'bout your situation."
"Yeah, I suppose anything they found will be really helpful," she smiled and nodded, trying to keep reassuring him. As soon as he left, she got to her feet and dragged her bag down to the lower level.
Much later, Spike walked back into the crypt and glanced around. He didn't see Buffy and assumed she was downstairs like she had said. He went down the ladder, a bit eager to share the information he had learned from Willow. He paused at the bottom, though. There were candles everywhere and things were straightened up in an actual order. He glanced towards the bed and it was empty.
He could sense her in the room and finally started to look around, but hands grabbed his shoulders and spun him completely. Then they tugged him forward so that soft lips could capture his own, kissing him eagerly. Her tongue darted into his mouth aggressively and he started purring in ecstasy, hands going to her hips. That's when he noticed she was completely naked. He jerked back surprised and looked down at her.
"Gawd, Slayer... what are you tryin' t' do t' me?" He chuckled and let his gaze devour her, his erection swelling and pressing against his pants. "This better not be some sort of game... some punishment for somethin'..."
"No," she smiled and walked him backwards towards the bed, "It's more of the reward variety. Or at least, I hope boinking me isn't a punishment." She laughed and blushed.
"Buffy..." he started with a slight frown before she cut him off with another kiss.
"No... just hush, so I don't lose my nerve." She pushed him back onto the bed and crawled up to start undoing his pants. The corner of her mouth lifted when she saw him and she pulled his pants down. "Okay, so yeah, its not just me with the 'oh, my mommy's sick and I need comforting and you're there'... though, trust me, its there... but you saved me and have been oddly nice to me, even though I seriously didn't deserve it after the things I said to you the other night."
"Wasn' right what he was doin' t' you... took one look of that forlorn face an' my little black heart melted," he chuckled and pulled her up, rolling to put her under him. "Think I finally matured an' learned t' not hold a grudge over some words said in the heat of the moment. Was that time of the month maybe... or was already under Drac's thrall a bit when it happened an' that influenced your mood..." He shrugged. "I think I got a soft spot for Summers women."
She chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Still wasn't right of me to say that you... I mean, with all that you've done and taking care of me... proved you are so not beneath me." She claimed his mouth again and ran her hands up under his shirt, tracing his muscles before tearing the cloth to get him nude like her.
"Mmm, Buffy," he purred and ran his hands along her body. He ran his hands under her thighs and urged her to wrap them around his waist, rubbing himself against her once she complied. He chuckled and brushed his fingers through her damp curls, "So wet for me..." He slid his fingers into her and started pumping slowly, "so hot an' wet..."
Her hips lifted off the bed and she bit her lip, "Spike... please..."
"Don' worry, pet, Spike's got you," he chuckled and kissed her neck, his free hand sliding under her to lift her up against him. He slid his fingers out and stroked himself, coating himself in her juices. His hips moved forward to press just the head into her. "You really sure you want this... last chance t' back out."
She reached out and grasped his hips as her response. She jerked him forward, bringing him deep into her with a loud moan. "Oh gawd..." her fingers flexed and dug into his skin.
His eyes squeezed shut as he felt ready to fall to pieces already. After a moment, he nuzzled her neck and started moving his hips slowly. He nibbled on the marks on her throat with blunt teeth while his hand moved over her stomach, up to her breast. He cupped her breast and brushed his thumb around the hardened peak, eliciting more moans from her. His mouth descended on her other breast, drawing it into his mouth and making her arch her back.
His thrusts picked up and he kept his hand under her hips, levering her up towards him. He kissed and nibbled his way back up to her throat. She tilted her head back to bare it to him. One of her hands trailed through his hair and caught in the curls at the nape of his neck to bring him back up for another hungry kiss. Her other hand traveled over his back until it found his tight ass and squeezed, urging him on.
He groaned into her mouth and then kissed along her jaw to her neck. "Not gonna last much longer you keep doin' that, luv."
"That would be the point," she rolled her eyes and chuckled. She nipped at his shoulder and squeezed again, enjoying the sight of his eyes rolling upwards.
Her mouth trailed wet kisses down his chest and she flicked her tongue over his nipple. His breath caught and he looked down at her, watching her with interest. If he knew being with her would this good... He chuckled and gasped, thought lost as she gave the other nipple the same treatment. His thrusts became quick and hard as he worked for his release and hers.
"Spike... I..." she looked up at him with heavy lidded eyes. "You want to... to bite me? Vampires and all... figure it would only be natural..." She chuckled huskily.
"Ohhh pet... of course I would if you're offerin'," he kissed her neck and licked at it slowly. "Is that what my little siren wants... t' be bitten by the big bad?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "Knock it off and get to it before I change my mind." She laughed.
"Slayer..." he growled softly and vamped.
His thrusts became rougher as he scraped his fangs along her neck. He nipped down along her shoulder and down to her breast, capturing it in his mouth again. Suckling hard. She gasped and writhed beneath him, crying out softly when he scraped his fangs over her nipple. He skimmed his hand down over her stomach to where they were joined, pinching her clit hard just as he sank his fangs into the soft skin of her breast. She screamed and arched her back, coming hard. She dug her nails into his back as tremors ran over her body. Her nicely trained slayer muscles milked him as he fed at her breast, finally lifting his head to groan as he spilled his seed deep inside her.
They laid there entangled and sweaty, gasping for unneeded breath in the afterglow of their joining. Spike lifted a hand to brush it over her cheek before kissing her slowly then rolling off her, pulling her with him to lay on his chest. He glanced down at her and a soft chuckle rumbled in his throat.
"What is that chuckle about?" She rested her chin on his chest and looked up at him.
"Jus' thinkin' t' m'self that if I had known... how good this would be... would've thrown up the white flag an' switched sides the moment I got here." He smirked and pulled her up for a deep kiss, hands sliding over her body.
"Dang, woulda made my life a whole lot easier... if *I* had known I would have went into battle against you nude." She smirked slightly and licked a drop of her blood from the corner of his mouth. She pushed herself up onto her elbows on his chest and lift a hand to her hair. "Think I want to give myself a little make-over to go with the whole new life..." She looked down at him and tilted her head. "What do you think about a bit shorter with some either black or red streaks?"
"You'd look gorgeous any way you wore it." He brushed a hand through said hair and stroked her cheek with his thumb. "For now, it might be best t' get some rest. It's been a long night for both of us."
"Yeah... sounds good... what with the going home and then the hospital... not to mention the trouble I went to cleaning up this pig sty while you were off to Willow's to talk to her..." She looked around the place, taking in her handiwork. "Too bad we're moving out."
"Could always stay if you want then," he teased.
"No thanks." She made a face.
"Speakin' of Willow," he began, "They have been doin' research on turned slayers like I figured they would. They knew about the soul thing an' are far from thinkin' of stakin' you." He smirked slightly. "Also, you might be less vulnerable t' things that normal vamps are... an' somethin' 'bout weird feedin' habits."
"I haven't fed from anyone but you so far," she lifted her eyebrows. "Guess we'll find out soon and not sure I wanna test what I'm vulnerable to and what not... doesn't sound like a big world of fun."
"No worries, pet; wouldn' let anyone turn my Childe int' a guinea pig." He hugged her close and kissed the top of her head. "Sleep now."
*****
The Scoobies were all gathered in the living room on Revello Drive and looking at Buffy intently. She squirmed at all the attention and crossed her arms, staying close to Spike. He had a possessive arm around her with his hand resting on her hip, holding her close and offering her comfort as he felt her uneasiness. Xander frowned at that, but after what he did he had no right to be looking down at anyone. He just leaned into Anya more and tried to ignore the displays of affection between the two former enemies.
Giles took off his glasses and polished them. "So, you say that you did in fact kill Dracula?"
"Yeah, got him right good so he won' be messin' with us anymore." Spike nodded. "Don' know 'bout the brides, though... prob'ly go find another master vamp t' take them in so they can follow him 'bout an' all that." He shrugged.
"And give him lots of orgasms," Anya nodded.
The others rolled their eyes and chose to ignore the comment. They looked back at Buffy and studied her for a few moments before Willow stood.
"So uh, yeah, you're all with the soul thing then?" She looked at Buffy closely.
"Yup... freaked out one of the brides, so safe to say I got it still." She scuffed her foot on the floor.
"And... Spike told us... the Dracula line is different... with the grr face and all that with the poofing and turning into bats and wolves." The witch raised a curious brow. "Can we see your grr face?" She looked at her friend hopefully.
"Um, I guess so... why not..." She shifted so that her eyes melted blue and her fangs dropped. "This is it." She shrugged. "Nothing special."
"Wow..." Tara smiled faintly.
"Nifty." Willow grinned.
"It's not as ugly as Spike's face." Anya nodded in agreement.
Buffy bit her lip to keep from laughing, but couldn't help herself from commenting dryly. "Yes, Spike's face is quite ugly."
The comment earned her a hard pinch in the side and she rolled her eyes up at him. Wimp, couldn't take a little teasing... The set up had been perfect; she couldn't just pass it up. She pinched him in the ass in retaliation where no one could see.
"Anyways, as for the rest... don't know anything else that's different. Don't care to see what I'm hurt by and not... and have only fed from Spike so far. As for the poofing and turning into animals, haven't tried yet. Guess I can, though." She shrugged and wrinkled her nose, glancing up at Spike. "Don't suppose you have pointers for that..."
"Sorry, luv..." He shrugged.
"Oky doky then..." She just figured closing her eyes and concentrating was a good place to start. It always seemed to be the answer to everything mystical like this. You always ask, how you do that... and someone is always going, concentrate. She wrinkled her nose as she concentrated on the bat thing. She shifted, but wasn't able to hold it very long. "It's probably because I'm a fledge and what not."
"Okay, now with the poofy... think you can do that already, too?" Willow's brows went up.
"Guess we'll see." She wrinkled her nose and concentrated again, just going for across the room.
The next second, she found herself on the front porch. She screamed in fright and suddenly arms were jerking her inside, holding her against a muscled chest protectively as he slammed the door shut. Concerned blue eyes ran over her body, checking her over as he held her out at arms length. His brows furrowed as he noted she only looked reddened like she had been in scalding water.
"What's that look for?" She tilted her head and looked down. "Wow, lucky me I'm not dust, huh..."
"I guess we figured out one of the things you're less vulnerable to," Tara said as she came over to take a look with the others.
"And I can poof...." Buffy commented lamely. "Okay, no more with the guinea pigging..." She frowned and went upstairs to get some aloe lotion on her skin.
*****
Buffy sat on Spike's bed frowning down at the mug of warmed blood he had given her to drink. She had tried twice to drink it, and both times she had to run to as she started to heave up the mouthful she had just swallowed. So now she was giving it a sour look. She handed it back to Spike and shook her head, crossing her arms.
"No, third time is definitely not going to be the charm so I'm not even trying." She pouted and turned her face away.
"Buffy... luv... you've got t' eat..." he sighed and downed the cooling blood himself when she still refused. He set down the mug and moved over in front of her, kneeling down to face her with a slight smirk. "Will just have t' feed from me again." He didn't look too sorry at the prospect.
She rolled her eyes with a chuckle. "Oh no, that's even worse," she joked and rested her hands on his shoulders.
She slid off the bed and into his lap, kissing him slowly as she did. His arms went around her and cradled her against him. He purred as her lips made their way to his neck, her tongue swirling over his pulse. She smiled as she felt him swelling against the front of his pants, pressing up into her. She trailed her hands through his curls and nipped lightly, then shifted to her game face. She bit down and drank hungrily, moaning at the delicious taste of her surrogate sire's blood.
"Ohhh, the things you do t' me, slayer..." he groaned and pressed himself more firmly into her.
"Can we put a hold on the dry humping until I'm gone, thank you?" A voice asked from behind them. It was female with a soft Irish lilt to it.
Buffy jerked back and Spike stood quickly, pushing her behind him in a protective gesture. A tall woman stood there with her arms crossed, long red curls that fell to her waist and bright green eyes. She was wearing a simple white dress that hung to her knees with bell sleeves and no shoes. She took a few tentative steps forward and help up her hands.
"I'm sorry for startling you. My name's Aislinn. I don't have much time to tell you the message I was sent with and I didn't want to stand there watching you start up again. You have much time to do that later." She smiled widely and chuckled in amusement at the blushing of Buffy's face while Spike's darkened with irritation.
"Fine, message from who?" He asked darkly.
"From the Powers That Be. They sent me to give you a heads up on something important you need to know right away. It's important since you wouldn't expect it on your own and you need to know now, instead of letting you figure out when its too late to take care of it and protect it."
"Take care of what?" Buffy frowned slightly, confused. The Powers wanted her to protect something? Surely they would do it better than her.
"A key. These monks have been protecting it for it has lots of power, power that could be used for evil. There is a hellgod who has been exiled here on Earth and would seek it out to use it to get home, no matter the destruction she caused by opening the gateway. The monks know she is coming for the key and were planning on sending it to you to keep safe in human form, but then you became a vampire and they were not sure how to proceed. Especially with your mother so sick. So we stepped in and gave them a new alternative."
"A key, some big source of power in human form?" She blinked as she tried to take it all in. "They wanted ME to protect it?"
"Yes, they knew if they put it in the form of something special to you, you would go as far as protecting it with your life. I believe they were considering a sister for you for awhile." She tilted her head and lifted a shoulder.
"Like I wouldn't notice I suddenly had a sister?" Buffy rolled her eyes.
"They would have worked their magic to alter your memories and the memories of everyone around you to integrate the new life. But, with the arrangements we made with them, that won't be needed. The only magic we needed to perform was that of helping the new life come about." Aislinn smiled and pressed her hands together.
"So, what is this key going to be now? Obviously a person since you still mentioned new life. What else would I protect with my life besides my best friends and my family? And if there is no integrating of fake memories needed, then it wouldn't be a random new friend because without memories I wouldn't be so connected."
Aislinn stepped towards Buffy, glancing up at Spike as she skirted around him to get at the petite slayer. "It's still family, but not a sister. A new life that requires no fake memories. All we had to do was make sure it would happen so that the key could be sent to you."
"Family... a new life..." she said slowly as it began to dawn on her.
"You're gonna knock her up?" Spike said with his unique style of eloquence.
Buffy rolled her eyes up at him.
"I believe YOU 'knocked her up', actually." Aislinn laughed.
"But she's a bloody vampire... she can' get pregnant. I can' get people pregnant either!"
"Like I said, that is the bit of magic we worked to help them. We made it so that with your joining she would get pregnant, regardless of her new condition. And this is exactly why you needed to be told right away. You obviously would not realize this on your own as you would not expect two vampires to conceive a child and wouldn't realize it until you had done harm to the child or let someone else do harm. You need to know so you can protect it when the hellgod comes, which will be soon, too soon to wait for you to realize it on your own. Also, the child is human and so you need to keep on eating real food besides the blood you drink. You wouldn't eat enough to nourish the child if you didn't know you had to, would you?" She smiled softly.
Buffy was looking down at her stomach with a frown. "I'm pregnant... with a key... that a hellgod is after..." Her bottom lip started to tremble and Spike gathered her close.
"Hush now, pet. It'll be okay. I'll take care of both of you right proper, don' have t' worry. Spike's got you." He murmured into her hair soothingly as he rubbed her back.
"We know you'll be a great mother to the child. We would not give you this gift if we did not know that." Aislinn told her softly, seeking to console her as well. "We will be watching over you as well, if you need anything."
"Is... is it a boy or girl?" Buffy sniffled and wiped her nose in Spike's shirt, earning her another exasperated look like with the jacket incident at the hospital. He made note to buy the girl a handkerchief or something.
"A beautiful baby girl," she smiled brightly at the slayer. "I have to go now, my message has been delivered and I'm being called back. One final tip, though... With Buffy's feeding on blood problem I just witnessed... all I can say is that you should take her patrolling later and the rest should take care of itself." She nodded and disappeared.
"I hate bloody cryptic remarks like that... could've just told us straight out how t' get you t' feed..." Spike grumbled as he looked back down at Buffy. "You okay, pet? Is it so bad t' be havin' my child?"
She sighed and bit her bottom lip. "I'm gonna get fat...."
tbc...
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