I crept around the cemetery, stake poised, waiting for the next vampire that wanted to try to get a piece of me. Thought they had a shot at taking out the slayer.
Tonight probably would have been the night, too, but for some reason or other, all remained quiet within Restfield. It was a good thing really. I could practically feel the waves of heat coming off of my skin. My head felt like it was going to burst from the pressure, and it made me woozy. Less the demon hunter and more the sixties hippy tripping off the latest hit of LSD.
Suddenly, a noise sounded off ahead, and I crept towards it, praying I could kill whatever it was and return to Spike. Maybe with his cool body wrapped around mine I could find relief from the heat threatening to send my skin up in flames.
I chuckled mirthlessly at myself.
Who was I kidding? It wouldn’t cool me off. If anything he’d only add to the fever plaguing my body.
I rounded the corner, and my smile faded as I nearly collided with Xander, Willow, and Cordelia.
What the hell?
“Non-vampire. Plus two,” I grumbled, the sarcastic note in my voice sailing over their heads.
“Hi!” Willow greeted meekly, putting her cross away. “What are you doing here? You’re sick and should be home in bed.”
“Yeah, Buffster. We can handle your patrol for one night,” Xander chimed in.
“No…can’t…have to slay the vampires,” I replied. “Have to…”
Then my world faded to black, never feeling as I was caught by Xander before I could crumple to the ground.
~*~*~*~*~
“We need help!”
“Somebody, please help!”
“What happened?”
My eyelids fluttered opened. Glimpses of white walls, people in matching white uniforms peering down at me as they shoved various instruments in my face. Then, my lids covered my eyes and I drifted off again.
~*~
“She’s got scars all over her…”
“Are those bite marks?”
“Look at that one on her neck…looks fairly recent…”
I didn’t open my eyes this time when I came to. Didn’t want to answer all of the questions hidden within the depths of their eyes. The antiseptic smell of the room assaulted my nostrils, and I knew instinctively where I was.
God, I hate hospitals!
My “bed” started moving, and I finally cracked my lids to get a glimpse of my surroundings. Medical personnel stood like sentries at the four corners of my gurney. Then other voices floated from down the hall towards me. Mom, Giles, Xander, Willow, and even Cordelia rushed forward; so I forced my eyes all the way open so that I could look up at them.
“Buffy!” my mom cried, rushing to my side as I continued my journey to wherever they’re taking me. “Hi, sweetheart.”
She continued to rattle on, the concerned motherly guise an easy role for her to slip into; everyone was talking over each other so that no one could be heard. My head moved back and forth between them all, until finally I gave up and closed my eyes with a groan.
Someone save me…
Images of a platinum blonde vampire sprang to mind, and a smile tugged at my lips. Then the picture faded as their voices increased in volume until they were practically shouting over one another in an attempt to be heard – their sheer volume interrupting my daydream. Sweeter words were never spoken than when the nurse told them all that it was time for me to rest. That they could come back tomorrow morning. I vowed right then that my attitudes towards hospitals would change.
I’m whisked away from the groans and complaints of the others. Although, I know they won’t go far. Right now, I bet they’re talking amongst themselves as to who is going to take the first watch out in the waiting room. As long as they’re stuck on the outside, that’s fine by me.
Except.
‘Don’t think about him right now, Buffy. He’ll be alright until you get out of here.’
I felt the nursing team easily lift me from the gurney to my bed, resettling me beneath the covers. The others depart, leaving me alone with just one nurse. My eyes open to watch her flit around the room, checking gauges, getting fresh water…
Looking at the water, I’m suddenly struck by how thirsty I am. I guess with the high fever, I’d become dehydrated. She sees me eyeing the pitcher and I swallow around the lump in my throat as my mouth salivates while she pours me a glass. Then it’s hovering around my face, the straw just waiting for me to wrap my lips around it and suck the refreshing liquid into my mouth. My throat muscles work as I eagerly drink down the entire contents, and I look up to see a slight smile on the nurse’s face.
“Keep drinking like that and we’ll have that IV out of your arm in no time,” she tells me.
I can manage no more than a slight nod before I drift off to sleep, once more succumbing to my fever.
~*~*~*~*~
The bedside clock changing from one minute to the next seemed awfully loud in my quiet room, and my eyes opened to take in my surroundings. I felt slightly better, my head didn’t feel like it was going to explode, and my LSD trip appeared to have abated somewhat. I’m not sure what it was exactly that woke me; I’d thought I’d seen a shadow walk past my open door, but I’m not positive.
Sweeping the covers off my body, I swung my legs over the side of the mattress and slowly stood up beside the bed. My legs nearly buckled, but I shook it off and wrapped my robe more securely about my shivering frame. It was probably just my imagination, that vision, brought on by the high fever that had apparently returned. But, I left my room and wandered down the deserted corridor.
I peeked into the various open doors as I walked. All appeared quiet as I crept down the hallway, then I suddenly jumped back before nearly being run over by two orderlies wheeling a gurney out of the children’s ward. Their voices drifted back down to me, but in my feverish state I wasn’t sure if I heard them correctly.
“Man, I hate it when you lose the young ones.”
My eyes stayed on the sheet-draped figure being rolled away until it was gone from sight before continuing my exploration.
Soon I heard more conversation, and I crept silently towards the office and lurked outside.
“I'm just saying, step back on the dosage until we can analyze the results.”
“There isn't time. I should think that would be clear to you by now.”
“The normal course of treatment...”
“They *aren't* responding to the normal course of treatment. Look, they're getting worse.”
“Raising their temperatures is poten...”
“Dr. Wilkinson! I have the consent of the parents.”
“They're desperate! They don't understand what you're...”
I leaned wearily against the wall, unsure if what I was hearing was actually real or just a product of my fever-induced hallucinations. The conversation abruptly ended, and I pushed away from my crutch and half-walked half-jogged back towards my room. More tired than I’ve ever been, I practically fell into bed and was asleep a moment later.
~*~*~*~*~
Spike carefully paced the confines of his bedroom. Their bedroom. A cigarette dangled forgotten from his fingers, one of the many he’d chain-smoked since the slayer had not joined him by her usual time.
“Where the bloody hell is she?” he growled aloud.
He limped back and forth in front of the bed, ignoring the shooting pain in his legs as his heels connected with the cool floor. He welcomed it, the jarring feeling of foot against pavement that triggered electrical impulses to head straight towards his brain. Embraced each agonizing sensation that told him he was getting better, would soon be the fierce vampire he’d spent more than a century becoming.
His anger mounted as the minutes ticked by. How dare she do this to him! Make him yearn for her. Need her. Rely on her.
Miss her.
The more he thought about their arrangement, the angrier he became – his awkward steps transforming into stomps, until finally his healing limbs could take no more stress and collapsed beneath him.
Slayer.
Frustrated with himself, he pounded his fists against the floor, his harsh blows leaving faint marks upon his hands. Anger spent, Spike rolled to his back and lay there for a moment, his eyes wandering about the room. The dark wheelchair placed near the bed silently mocked him.
He snarled at it. Cursed the object that drove home his weakened state.
By sheer force of will, he gained his footing.
If the slayer wouldn’t come to him, he’d go to her. He would just have to take it slow. Spike slipped into his duster and escaped into the night.
~*~*~*~*~
It didn’t take long to catch her scent in the cemetery. Breathing deeply, he let her faint husky signature wash over his senses and used it as a beacon to guide him. His full lips formed a frown when it led him towards the hospital. The emergency room entrance to be exact.
Worry, an emotion he hadn’t felt since Drusilla had gotten hurt in Prague, gripped him. He wanted nothing more than to be able to run towards the doors and find out what had happened to her. But, if he did that, he knew he’d never make it. Would collapse again before he was even halfway there. Instead, he continued with his steady limp, his eyes fixed on the sliding doors. Fifty steps. Thirty. Ten.
He paused outside the doors. If the slayer were here, then it was a safe bet that her friends and watcher were as well. Sure enough, when his eyes moved to the far corner of the waiting room, he saw the whelp talking with the watcher and the slayer’s mum. He’d have to wait until their gaze wasn’t focused on the main door—
There.
Spike slipped inside and down the hallway away from the others. He passed easily through the ER doors and quickly found the slayer. She was being looked over by several people.
“She’s got scars all over her…”
“Are those bite marks?”
“Look at that one on her neck…looks fairly recent…”
Uh oh. Surely his bites hadn’t done that to her. She’d never said anything…
“Fever 102, BP 130/90, respirations 18…”
“Must be that virus going around…”
“Give her a CBC, Chem 7, type and screen…”
Virus?
Spike saw one of the nurses heading towards the door and he moved away. He’d hide out until they settled the slayer in a room and then check on her himself. He turned away, his nose picking up the faint traces of blood.
‘May as well grab me a bag or two while I’m here.’
~*~*~*~*~
Spike snuck inside her room several hours later and nearly growled aloud when he saw the empty bed.
‘Where the bloody hell did she go?’
Rather than turn around and search the hospital for her, he took a seat in the darkened corner of the room – his black attire blended with the shadow make him invisible to the casual eye - waiting for her to return. His eyes closed and he relaxed deeper into the chair, the chilled blood bags he’d consumed doing much to restore his energy.
He felt her before he saw her. Heard the erratic beating of her heart as it pumped her blood through her veins. The sound of her heavy breathing almost made him leap from his hiding spot in the shadows and rush to her side.
Spike watched as she lurched into the room, nearly sprawling on the floor as the virus played havoc with her body. Then she collapsed on her bed, and he knew instinctively that she was asleep.
Ears attuned to the noises outside her bedroom, Spike heard the nurse walk by the slayer’s room and move off towards the nursing station. Satisfied that she wouldn’t be returning to check up on her for awhile, he pulled himself to his feet and approached the bed.
She’d not even bothered with the covers, leaving her tanned legs bare to his gaze. His eyes roamed appreciatively over her frame, frowning once again at her weakened state. He didn’t like seeing her like this. She appeared almost… fragile. Her body shivering against the chills.
Spike shrugged out of his duster and tossed in on the chair in the corner. He slipped out of his boots and pulled down the bed rails so he could slip into bed with her. The heat radiating from her body felt like heaven and he couldn’t help the purr that rumbled from his chest as he pulled her close.
~*~*~*~*~
I feel like I’m floating on the sea. The cool water on my back easing some of the heat of my body as I lay exposed to the scorching sun. Desperate to feel more relief, I struggle to remove the garments that keep me from feeling the slightly chilled water against my skin. It seems like I’d suddenly grown extra arms – my clothing leaving me in a rush and then I feel enveloped by the cold.
I squirm, struggling to get deeper, to immerse myself in its refreshing depths.
I think a wave might have overpowered me, because suddenly I was flipped over, my chest and stomach pressed against that cool relief. But then the water started to warm, as if absorbing my heat, and I moan in frustration. It had felt so good, a brief respite from the blazing sun. Time to swim away, back to the beach for now.
My arms stroke through the water, my legs kicking to aid my progress back to shore. I gasp in surprise when I suddenly stopped. Something…some thing had wrapped its tentacles around me and was keeping me from moving. Pinning me in place. Blind panic gripped me, and I began to struggle. I had to get away. Back to safety. Back to shore.
“Slayer.”
The low growl pulled me from my dreams, and I opened up my eyes to find myself staring at Spike. Naked. In bed with me. His blue depths pinned me in place, and my tired body missed the concern buried beneath the anger.
“Spike? Wha-what are you doing here?” I managed to get out.
Was I still dreaming? Having wanted him here, my mind just conjuring him up?
He didn’t answer me. Not that I expected he would. The only time we talked to each other was when he was directing me on how to move, or when he commanded me to tell him how I felt. How he made me feel.
I couldn’t help but clamor to get closer as he slipped down my body, his lips and tongue trailing a long leisurely path down my neck, pausing momentarily to tease and torment the hardened peaks of my nipples. Sucking each one into his mouth, laving at them until I thought I’d go insane. I bit down hard on my lip to keep from crying out and cause the nurses to come running. He finally released the second one and I breathed a sigh of relief that he’d stopped torturing me so. But, it was only to continue his journey southward.
Licking my lips, I parted my legs in anticipation. Already I felt my eyes about to roll back into my head at the promised pleasure of his tongue buried deep in my quim.
“This what you want, kitten,” he purred seductively from his spot between her legs.
Oh God yes!
I knew the heat of my skin had nothing to do with the virus I’d contracted and everything to do with the vampire tracing a finger up and down along my slit. I wanted to arch into his touch, but I didn’t. Just lay there helplessly as he teased the juices from my core with the slow play of his finger along my outer folds. He’d taught me well this past month.
To rush him, especially when he was bent upon a slow, leisurely seduction, would be to deny myself release. It had taken me a while to learn that lesson. One he’d thrilled in teaching me. Delighting in my pain of being held on the brink of orgasm with no end in sight. But, once I’d mastered his instruction, he’d given me heaven. The pleasure of his touch so great that I’d fainted, only waking to be treated to it again and again.
“Spike…”
His name left my lips on a breathy sigh when he finally pierced my center with that talented tongue of his, lapping at the copious amounts of secretions leaking from my pussy.
I knew he loved the taste of me.
“Almost as good as your blood,” he’d told me often enough.
When he removed his tongue and replaced them with two fingers deep inside my pussy, I struggled not to grind myself against his hand. I felt him chuckle against my inner thigh, as if he knew my thoughts, what I wanted to do.
Then finally, the torture is over. Three words softly spoken in my quiet room release me from my self-imposed immobility.
“Come for me.”
The words alone cause me to flood his digits with my response, the husky tone of his voice a seductive lure that I’m powerless to resist. His mouth latched onto my clit and I’m helpless to prevent the bucking my body does as he slides a third finger inside. My body writhed beneath him, swept away along a maelstrom of sensations.
I felt his mouth leave my clit to be replaced by his thumb. And I know what’s coming. I can feel my body drawing tighter in preparation, mindlessly fucking his fingers now.
“Don’t scream,” he commands, and I smack my hands over my mouth as I wait.
I come the moment his fangs sink into my flesh, instinctively finding my femoral artery. I can practically hear the blood as it floods his mouth as he takes several deep pulls. My hips buck spasmodically against his face and hand as I ride along the waves of my climax. I taste the coppery tang of my own blood, and realize that I’ve broken the skin on my hand where I’d bitten down to muffle my scream.
My eyes light up when I see him crawl up the bed towards me, and it dawns on me that he’s able to walk. With the fever raging in my body, I’d not comprehended how he’d come to be here. For some reason, this knowledge makes me smile which only grows wider as his cock brushes against my entrance.
I lift my hand to trace the ridges of his brow, silently marveling at this deadly creature capable of such passion. Tracing my finger around his lips, I snag a few stray drops of my blood and hold it up for inspection. His tongue laps at the blood before sucking the entire length of my finger in his mouth.
I hear his rumble of pleasure as he sheaths his length deep inside my pussy, and I’m not sure if it’s the taste of my blood as he sucks it from my finger that causes it, or the way my inner walls mold themselves to his hard cock. I can’t help but stare wide-eyed as he rises to his knees, easily lifting my hips off of the mattress. My mouth goes dry as I catch him looking at me. I can practically see the wheels turning inside his head, plotting evil ways to reduce my body to a quivering mass of post-orgasmic bliss now that he’s nearly healed.
My body responds to the promise in his eyes, unconsciously squeezing his cock as he moves in and out of my body. His eyes close and I can see his jaw tighten to stave off his orgasm. A thrill of power goes through me, and I do it again.
His eyes open, his amber gaze pinning me in place.
“Do that again,” he commands. And I comply. Squeezing my muscles around his cock as hard as I can.
“Fuck. Again, Slayer.” My vaginal walls tighten around him before he can even rasp out his name for me. Slayer. Always Slayer. “Aaahh… fuck…harder…again.”
I continue this new trick as he grabbed my legs, spreading them wide as he sets up a punishing pace. My fingers fist into the covers as our bare flesh smacked together. We were making noise. A lot of noise. And, a small thrill goes through me that I might get caught. That we might get caught. Such a naughty thought. But, I don’t care.
All I can think about is this vampire between my legs, his cock buried so deep it’s like he’s trying to fuse our bodies together.
Joined.
I feel the pressure in my body begin to build. Spike seemed to sense it as well, increasing his pace to drive me even higher. Then higher still.
When it happens, it catches us both by surprise. Starting where our bodies are intimately locked together, my body begins to vibrate, until it encompasses my arms and legs. I’m helpless to the vibrations coursing through my body and know I’m just moments from drifting away. I need something to anchor me. To keep me safe. To hold me close and keep me from floating away. My arms lift in supplication towards Spike. My lover. He can keep me here.
I weep with relief when he abandons his position and lowers himself on top of me. My arms and legs immediately wrap around his lean frame as I climax beneath him. I feel the tension radiating through him and know he wants to join me. To feel what I’m feeling.
Trailing my arms down his back, I cup the globes of his ass and urge him deeper, harder. I hear him growl into my neck and my nails sink into his ass, leaving faint crescent marks in his flesh. He liked it…I can tell. The purring and growling are going hand and hand now. I spread my legs wider, letting him sink a little deeper. The fingers of my right hand moved to explore the valley between his ass cheeks, and I felt him still momentarily above me.
I pause, unsure if I should proceed.
His movements resume once more, and I thrill when he began to nibble at my neck, his blunt teeth causing goose bumps to break out along my flesh.
“Don’t stop, kitten,” he murmured in my ear before nibbling on the lobe.
Encouraged, I allow my index finger to rub up and down over his puckered hole then trace its outer rim. He must have liked it because he thrust hard, driving me deep into the mattress. An evil smile that he couldn’t see graces my lips, and I ram my finger in his ass.
His bite was harsh this time, more instinct than finesse as he floods my womb with his ejaculate. Even so, I still manage to come. The border between pain and pleasure blurring, until I couldn’t feel one without the other.
He collapsed on top of me, his weight draping over me like a security blanket. I hold him close as I pepper his neck and jaw with soft kisses. A soothing touch in the aftermath of such pent up desire.
I felt his face shift above me, his human mask descending once more. His lips brushed over mine, the soft caress teasing them apart and allowing his tongue to slip inside and explore the recesses of my mouth. He kissed me with a thoroughness that left me begging for more, his tongue running along my teeth, gums, the roof of my mouth, before he curled it beneath my own and sucked on my tongue.
The kiss seemed to go on forever. He coaxed me to probe his mouth with my own tongue, and I followed – a willing slave to his desires. I felt him getting hard inside me again, and I groaned into his mouth as he began thrusting into my quim with slow, deep strokes. My tongue mimicked his lazy movements, thrilling as he growled deep in his throat, signifying his pleasure.
I was swept away once again, tears coming to my eyes at the gentleness of his movements. My fingers cupped his jaw as we continued to kiss, the drops that leaked from my eyes pulled towards my hairline by gravity. Thumbs traced his hard contour as I memorized every detail of his face.
This next orgasm when it hit was like an endless wave of pleasure. A soft rippling of bodies as we continued to move against one another long after our climax has passed. Our bodies stilled, but our lips refused to part. Until finally my mouth went slack as exhaustion overcame me.
I fell asleep with Spike nibbling on my parted lips.
When I woke to the nurse walking in my room, I was snuggled under the covers.
No sign of my vampire remained.
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