What's My line, Part 1 & 2
By Bloodshedbaby
Tweak on What's My Line, written for Bittenandstaked's Spuffyverse Live Journal community. Things turn out a little differently for Spike and Buffy than they did in the episode.Rated R
Buffy braced the palms of her hands against her thighs, as Kendra did a quick acrobatic flip over her back. She tossed her blonde hair back, and rose to face her new opponent. Looking at Spike always made her mad, but this time his smirking face really pissed her off. Nobody messed with Angel. She knew she couldn't afford the distraction of worrying about Angel right now, there were vampires to dust first.
"I'd rather be fightin' you anyway," Spike informed her with smug anticipation.
"Mutual," Buffy flung back, just barely reacting in time to block Spike's first attack. She managed to land a few wellplaced kicks, bringing Spike to his knees with the force of the powerful impact. Not down for long, Spike rallied back and landed a punch to her face and stomach, before Buffy was able to block him by grapping one of his arms. Holding him in place, she punched him twice in the face in rapid succession, then grabbed his trademark black leather duster, and flung him back several pews, where he slammed into the wall with a hard crash.
Taking advantage of the momentarily incapacitated vampire, Buffy ran over to assist Angel, finding him pinned together with Spike's lunatic girlfriend, Drusilla. They were both being dangled from the ceiling, supported by the taut leather strap encircling their waists. Buffy couldn't help but cringe when she saw the knife joining their two hands together. Both vampires were slumped over and barely conscious, under the full effect of whatever spell Spike had just performed. Buffy tried to block out Giles' enraged rant about 'Spike messing with powerful dark forces, he has no idea what he may be unleashing' from her brain.
"Angel," Buffy called gently, pulling out the ritual knife, noting that the wounds closed immediately on both vampires.
Suddenly, she found herself shoved to the floor by an enraged Spike. He was furious that she had managed to interfere with ritual, and used that rage to keep Buffy down when she made multiple attempts to get the upper hand. To create a diversion so he could get Dru out, he stalked over to a torch and threw it at a pair of old draperies, where they ignited with a hissing crackle. Spike removed Drusilla's inert form from the leather binding, and picked her up carefully. He looked down worriedly into her slack face and told her soothingly, "Sorry baby. Gotta go." Turning around with Dru in his arms, he was finally able to witness the mayhem that had been his making. The sadist in him appreciated this violence.
Flames were licking orange trails up the walls, and the Slayer's soddin' band of merry men were talking care of his hired assassins. No matter, he thought, knowing they'd be leaving town before dawn. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Slayer drag herself painfully to her feet, her attention immediately being drawn to his ass of a GrandeSire.
"Buffy!" He heard the little redhead school girl call anxiously.
That broke the bitch's spell and the Slayer searched through the flames until she found her friends, and managed to assess the situation in an instant. "Get out of here! I'll clean this mess up!" Spike heard her call out. Yeah right, like to see the bint try.
Her stupid friends just looked worried, but the Watcher must have placed his faith in his Slayer, because he herded them out to safety. The wannabe Slayer led the way, and Spike turned his attention back to this Slayer.
Before he could take his first step down from the altar, a sudden flash of light nearly blinded him. Looking around wildly, he realized it was originating from ritual knife mark on Dru, and it blared in a straight glittering arc over to meet the matching mark on Angel's hand. Against the backdrop of the flames, the light was almost too much for his enhanced senses, already tortured by the smoke and heat.
"What the bloody fuck is that?" Spike muttered, just as his Dark Princess lurched out of him arms, fully alert. While on any normal occasion, the glimmering light of sanity in her eyes, and the vitality of her usually wan features would have pleased him. But now it only served to arouse his suspicious nature due to Angel awakening in the exact same fashion.
"Angel?" Spike heard the Slayer softly ask, sickened by the hopeful look in her eye.
Cruel dark eyes turned to her direction. "Who's Angel?" A twisted mockery of a smile was sent in her direction, so different than the gentle ones Buffy had fallen in love with. Buffy stared at this dark haired vampire who wore her loved one's face.
The torment continued as the vampire spoke once more, that familiar voice torturing Buffy with every word spoken. "And better yet, who are you? Are you a warm cunt I get to enjoy with dinner?" There was cruel laughter that followed, the look of devastation on the girl's face truly enjoyable.
But Spike knew who this was, and his stomach clenched when his dark beauty didn't even spare him a glance, but slithered over to Angelus, who engulfed her fully into a passionate embrace.
"Drusilla," Spike called, remembering how things used to be with Dru's precious Daddy. When he failed to receive a response, he called her name again, then stalked forward to grab her arm to pry her away from Angelus's lips.
She turned on him in full demon face, but now her eyes glowed red and a deep warning growl rumbled from her chest. "Keep away, vampire. You called to us, and we have come. We are Eligor, you have brought us to light." Dru held up her hand and reached for Angelus's, and when the two scored edges met, flames shot out, "We have received the summons. Your Drusilla is no more. The other vampire is no more. We are the one""
Spike stared in horror as he realized what he'd done. The god he had called to had used both Dru and Angel as vessels. Bloody hell, he knew better than to go messing with the black mojo, but desperation called for desperate measures, and he'd tossed aside his common sense.
Suddenly he realized how much progress the fire had made, and turned to look for a way out. While his attention was diverted, Drusilla and Angelus made their exit, their means of escape a mystery.
"FUCK!" Spike yelled, realizing choices were extremely limited. Then he noticed the Slayer standing there like a bloody statue. "Eh Slayer, we best be getting out of here."
His remark had no response, as she continued to stare with dull eyes in the direction that Angelus had been. "Yoo-hoo, Slayer. We're about to become a bit crispy here, in case you hadn't noticed."
"Fine, bloody well stay here, makes no never mind to me," Spike yelled at her frozen form, as he spun around and stalked towards the trapdoor that would lead to the sewers. That was the best he had come up with, and hoped it would get him out. He looked back and saw the stupid bint in exactly the same position, staring slackjawed into space, with a lick of flames just inches from her. And she remained oblivious.
Suddenly, with a sharp crack, a large portion of the ceiling collapsed. He saw a stray beam clock the girl on the head, effectively smashing her to the floor. The flames were just inches from her now, and the heat she had to be feeling must have been intense, but her slight form was still.
"Buggarin fuck," he snarled, as he raced towards the flames, reaching the Slayer just before the greedy orange tendrils did. He scooped her unconscious body up and ran back to the trap door, kicking it open with his foot. He jumped down easily, welcoming the cool, clean air of the sewer even though he didn't require oxygen to breathe. He didn't know how the Slayer was doing as far as smoke inhalation, and didn't particularly care at this point. All he wanted to do was make some tracks away from that cursed place.
Spike could hear the Slayer's heart beating rapidly, and found himself strangely reassured by this sure evidence of her vitality. He didn't dare put any thought into why he'd saved the stupid girl. Especially when he'd gone to so much trouble to kill her.
Spike made good time traveling through the sewers, and pushed through the basement door at Willy's Bar. After the doublecross Willy had just attempted, and the fact that Spike had just let him live, he figured Willy was his best bet for getting him accommodations. Although with Willy it could go either way. But Spike would still rather take his chances with the little man. Knowing Willy like Spike did, he knew that the bartender had scurried back to his bar the moment Spike had released him at the church.
He laid Buffy down in Willy's back room and stalked off to find Willy. Spike's mood was foul, and he was seriously pissed about being responsible for unleashing the whole Angelus/Drusilla/ Eligor show on the world.
Spike caught Willy just as he was coming through the back door. He slipped into game face, knowing exactly how to intimidate Willy.
"Willy. Just the little runt I wanted to see," Spike greeted.
"Spike!" Willy said nervously, looking around for an escape route. "I thought we were all cool and everything."
"Oh we are. Well, after you do me this one little favor, see."
"Oh sure, Spike. Anything."
"I need me someplace to stay, to lay low for a while. You got someplace like that? Someplace...private?"
"Uh... I... uh, sure, Spike. I got something for ya. It's a little out of the way though, so you probably don't want it. I'm sure you want something a little more... local."
"Now I wouldn't say that. What is it?"
"Uh, cabin. Up in the mountains. My little uh, getaway retreat," Willy agitatedly informed him , staring at Spike's teeth.
"Give me the keys and the directions. And I don't think I need to tell you to keep this to yourself, do I? Cos well, you already know what will happen, right mate?"
"Sure, oh sure, Spike," Willy rapidly nodded his head, eager to appease this vampire who scared him so badly. The bartender went to his desk and removed a few items from it, then hastily scribbled directions on a tattered pad of paper. "Here ya go. Anything to help out a friend. And I won't tell nobody where you are, just like you said. I swear on my mother's grave."
"Right. Because you know what will happen, don't you?" Spike returned to where he'd left the Slayer's unconscious form. "Oh, and thanks."
"Say uh, Spike? Ain't that the Slayer you got there?"
"Yeah. So?"
"Oh hey, none of my business, right? Way I see it, if the slayer was stupid enough to allow herself to be captured, she deserves everything you've got planned for her," Willy informed him, back pedaling to stay out of the vampire's wrath.
Spike ignored the parting comment, and shoved past the timid man. His car was parked not far away, and he was hoping to retrieve it undetected.
Ten minutes later, Spike had the huge black Desoto heading out of town. His mind had been so focused on just finding a safe place to hide out, that he hadn't even processed what he'd actually done. Bloody hell, he'd saved the fucking Slayer. He sent her a considering look, and realized that he'd even put her seatbelt on. Buggar. His head was practically swimming with the magnitude of what he'd done with Angelus and Drusilla. One simple spell to restore his black goddess, and he'd managed to muck it up, saddling himself with the Slayer while he was at it. He shook his head in disgust, trying to focus on the mountainous roads in front of him.
Two hours later, he pulled into the driveway of a fairly well-sized cabin up in the mountains. He grabbed the girl and unlocked the door, switching the lights on as he walked in. Luckily, Willy's giving him the key had worked as an invite, and he dropped Buffy on the couch before taking a look around.
Willy hadn't done too bad, he decided finally. This place was do-able. Luckily, there was some human food stocked, since Spike wasn't about to leave to go find food for the bint. If she ever woke up, that is. As for himself, he had every intentions of helping himself to Slayer's blood.
Looking at her still form on the couch, he realized he'd better help himself before she woke up. It had been a while since he'd fed, his attention so intent upon Drusilla's wellbeing, that he'd let his own slide. Lot of good that had done, he thought bitterly. But the bottom line was that he was hungry, and food was waiting on the couch.
Spike marched over and knelt by the side of the couch, grabbing her arm and eying it with frank appreciation. His eyes wandered hungrily to her neck, but in his ravenous state, the chances of draining her using her jugular were odds he didn't dare defy. No, the wrist it was. His face shifted, and he sank sharp fangs into the delicate skin of her wrist.
The blood flowed easily into his mouth, a succulent pool of ambrosia, slipping over his tongue and down his throat in greedy succession. Oh yeah, this was the good stuff. Nothing would ever compare to the blood of a Slayer.
Sudden possessive thoughts flared into his brain, screaming like a neon sign for him to take her. He realized then how he could be assured the Slayer would be receptive to his demands, almost ripping his fangs from her skin and shouting with glee at his sheer brilliance.
Even though the Slayer was in no shape to hear it, Spike's voice came out as a gentle caress as he proclaimed, "You now belong to me, Slayer. You're mine." He felt when the exchange of power occurred, that ancient magic that his kind held so dear. This girl was now his property. Since she was a mortal, he didn't require her return on the claim for it to be binding. Most vampires didn't want to be saddled with humans, but well, the slayer... That was a different story. He welcomed the power that came with the bonding, welcomed the sudden closeness he now shared with her, welcomed... her.
A bitter thought snuck its way in, and he tried to crush it down without success. Drusilla had refused to be bound to him in such a way, always telling him that she belonged to her sire, Angelus. It was something that had always eaten at him, but it was something he'd been willing to accept because he had to.
But as he gazed down at the pale delicate features of this girl before him, he realized that in over 100 years, he finally belonged to someone. The sad thing was, he hadn't realized how much he had needed it until now. Because yeah, he may have the ultimate power over her, but he was now putty in her hands. He'd always been like that. Romantic and impulsive. It was his curse. So now, he belonged to the slayer. Buggar.
He suddenly became aware of her twitching, as her brain fought to shrug off the fog it had cloaked itself in, grinning in silent anticipation for the expected fireworks that were sure to take place once she found out he'd sunk a part of his anatomy into her. Not the part that he now planned on, but still, it was enough. But the sparks never came. She merely stared up at him with wide, confused, green eyes.
The first words out of her mouth practically had him howling with rage.
"Angel?" She whispered softly.
"Do I look like bloody Angelus, pet?" Spike snarled.
She continued to stare up at him with that blank gaze, blinking slowly as her mind struggled to accept what she was seeing. Finally, Spike was rewarded by a quickening of her pulse rate, and she jerked her hand away from his. She tried valiantly to scoot away from him, but found no escape on the narrow couch.
Spike noted the dull look fleeing her eyes when she glared at him, a hint of panic and confusion lurking in the wide, green depths. He smiled mockingly at her. "Hello, luv. Nice of you to finally wake up."
"Spike, what are you doing? Another one of your sick games?"
He laughed without humor and stood to pace the room. "Yeah, guess it is. My last one ended so well, dinnit?"
Spike could tell when the Slayer remembered the details of their earlier confrontation. Her eyes glazed over, and a tortured look settled on her face as she gave him a questioning look. "Angel?"
Spike gave a derisive snort. "It's not Angel anymore, pet. And it's not really Drusilla anymore, either."
"Huh?"
He had the sense to look sheepish. "It's not like I knew that would bloody happen! I was just trying to make Dru well. Couldn't stand seeing her all sick like."
To his surprise, the Slayer just nodded, not offering any of her usual cutting remarks. "So what happened?"
Spike continued his pacing, running agitated fingers through his blonde hair. "Don't rightly know," he admitted. "Seemed to be going ok, but somehow it turned out all wonky. Brought back that bastard Angelus and then some. That wasn't part of the deal."
"He didn't know who I was, did he?"
Spike gave her a wry look and shook his head. "Nope. It appears that Mr. Soulful has left the building. They are both a bit possessed with the black mojo. "
Buffy bit her bottom lip, trying to puzzle out the events that followed next. "Then what?"
"You bloody well froze, is what. Got your head clocked in by a falling beam."
She looked at him warily. "And you did... what?"
He sent her a cocky grin that suddenly reminded her that they'd just been engaged in a fight to the death. "Why... I saved ya, Slayer."
"Why?" she asked coldly, trying to ignore the enigmatic tug that just wanted to accept this, accept him.
He shrugged. "Dunno, just did it."
Suddenly in possession of feelings that both confused and infuriated her, she lashed out. "So, what do you hope to gain by this, huh Spike?"
He tipped a sardonic eyebrow in her direction. "Think you'd be a little well done by now if I hadn't scooped ya up, luv."
God, what was wrong with her? Why did she suddenly having to fight the urge to crawl into his arms? This was SPIKE. The same Spike she'd been trying so frantically to kill just a few hours ago..., and where the hell were they anyway? Buffy looked around and took note of the rustic cabin chic.
Spike answered her unspoken question. "We're holed up in a cabin some ways from good ole Sunnyhell. Needed some place to hide out for a while."
"You think I'm going to help clean up your mess?"
He laughed, a rich chuckle that floated out of his throat in a delicious symphony, his eyes lighting up with amusement. "Oh yeah, Slayer. I do think you'll be helping me. You'll be doing anything I tell ya."
Furious eyes flashed at him, as she launched herself off the couch in anger. "What kind of a demented world do you live in? I so think not."
Amused blue eyes met the fiery green ones she pinned on his smug face. "Have you by chance been having any weird little feelings towards me? Things that you don't want to be feeling?"
"What the hell did you do?" she bit out, her horrified voice giving her away.
He allowed his eyes to trail down her body until they locked on her wrist. Buffy felt the heat of his gaze, then jerked her arm up for inspection. She found the matching puncture marks on the underside of her wrist, and Spike watched the anger settle. Finally she looked up at him and demanded, "What did you do?"
Spike closed the distance that separated them, daring her to back away from him. Buffy held her ground, glaring at him defiantly. "I did what I had to, luv. Made sure I had your... cooperation, and all that."
Hysteria gripped her, along with another feeling she didn't even dare define as desire. She wanted nothing to do with that, with HIM. "So, you... bit me?" Buffy asked, her voice sounding far less horrified than she would have liked.
Spike smiled softly at her, something she'd never experienced before from this vampire. Unable to contain the urge, he brushed a stray hair back from her face and announced quietly, "No, luv. I claimed ya."
What's My Line Part 2
Buffy stared at him in disbelief, shaking her head back and forth in denial. "No," she breathed.
"Don't believe I stuttered there, Slayer."
"Are you... INSANE?"
"No, just have a very strong sense of survival, is all," Spike replied, turning away and grabbing the bag he'd left by the door. He headed toward the back of the cabin to finish his inspection, leaving the aghast Slayer staring after him. He could tell dawn was on the way and wanted to be all settled before the sun came up.
After assuring himself the drapes in the cabin's only bedroom were secured, he ventured back into the living room. He found the Slayer perched on the edge of the sofa, a defeated look settled across her exhausted face. She didn't look up when he came back into the room, and walked around securing all the heavy drapes.
"So, is it really true?" Buffy asked, finally breaking the heavy silence.
Spike turned to face her, giving her a curt nod. "Yeah, Slayer, it is." He walked into the kitchen and began slamming cupboards. "There's some canned stuff in here, if you're hungry. Otherwise, we're turning in."
Buffy threw him a shocked look, darting her eyes around warily. "Where, uh..."
"There's one bedroom here, Slayer. You'll be sharing it with me."
Buffy jumped to her feet. "I so am not!"
Spike just growled low in his throat, keeping his gaze steady on hers. Buffy tried to resist when the urge to argue with Spike deserted her, but was helpless against the power he held over her now. She just glared at him in bitter defiance and stalked into the bedroom.
He followed and found her waiting, shooting him an icy glare at his entrance. He threw a t-shirt at her and ordered her to go take a shower.
Freshly showered, Buffy crawled into the bed while Spike took his own turn washing the smoke and soot away. She had intended to be awake when he joined her, but found the pull of sleep too strong to resist.
Spike walked out of the bathroom to find Buffy already asleep. He took a moment to study her, surprised by the feelings of tenderness he suddenly felt.
Shaking his head at the wry irony, he climbed in beside her, gathered her in his arms and found sleep not long in claiming him.
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Buffy was awakened to the sensation of her blood turning to fire, and a delicious ache building between her legs. Moaning softly, her eyes fluttered opened, immediately catching sight of a shock of white.
"What are you doing?" Buffy gasped, betrayed by her body's response to Spike's ministrations.
Spike looked up from where he'd been pressing kisses to her aching breasts. "I'm kissing you, is what." He tipped his head back down to recapture one rosy tip.
Buffy couldn't help the moan that left her throat at the tiny tendrils of pleasure his lips and tongue were causing her, as she tried to work up the energy to fight him off. "Stop it." she managed feebly.
"No."
"Yes." Defiant green eyes met smoky intense blue. "And don't you dare do that growly thing again either."
A low sensuous rumble rolled from his chest. "Oh luv, don't thing I'll have to resort to growling. At least not the controlling sort." He captured her lips, effectively cutting off all further protests, and Buffy found herself too tired to fight it. Because she couldn't lie to herself, this was desire she was feeling, and for the moment, it was enough.
Spike accepted her bittersweet surrender as his due, not giving her any chance to regret it, as he put talented lips and tongue to work to bring her to new undiscovered levels of pleasure. When he gently eased his way into her virgin channel, he found himself murmuring soft words of encouragement when her face registered pain at the foreign intrusion.
He almost lost it at the sudden deluge of blood that scented the air when he pushed past her maidenhead, and it was only the low cry of pain from the girl beneath him that kept him grounded. Spike kissed her gently, letting her meet the man that lurked behind the demon, unsure why he was being so careful with her, but not wanting to question it.
Buffy felt like she was being split in two, the large girth of the vampire inside her was excruciating. Yet his actions were gentle, his eyes were filled with concern and Buffy found herself having little regret that her virginity had been taken in such a manner.
Finally, the pain passed, and Spike was able to introduce Buffy to just how talented he could be.
Hours later, they both collapsed exhaustedly against the other. "You're mine," Spike announced, daring her to argue.
There was a moment's hesitance. "Ok," she finally said, accepting him.
Spike smiled with satisfaction, bringing her naked body to his, knowing they needed a bit more rest before facing the problem that had been left in Sunnydale.
They were awakened by a crash at the front door, which left them disoriented for a moment. Then Buffy's eyes filled with horror.
"Oh, thank goodness! You're alive!" Joyce cried, rushing towards the opened bedroom door. All she could see was her daughter, the other factors weren't penetrating her worried, frazzled brain.
"Mom?" Buffy choked out, trying to draw a sheet over the nudity being displayed.
Her Watcher grabbed Joyce's arm before she could run into the room. "Joyce, we don't know what has happened here," he cautioned.
"That's my daughter, Rupert."
"Yes. But I'm concerned," Giles announced uncomfortably, looking relieved when Xander, Kendra, and Willow rushed in.
"Merciful Zeus!" Xander cried, his eyes widening dramatically at the sight of Buffy in bed with Spike.
"I thought dat you wanted to kill dis vampire." Kendra asked.
Buffy shot a look at Spike. "I do. Well, I did."
"Den why do you sleep with him?"
Buffy blushed furiously. "It's... complicated."
Spike snorted, and got out of bed, draping one of the sheets around his waist. "What do you sods want?"
"We came to rescue Buffy," Giles revealed, stake in hand.
"Doesn't bloody need it."
Willow stared at the bite marks on Buffy's neck. "You didn't turn her, did you?"
"Nope." Spike lit up a cigarette and walked out to the living room, effectively leaving Buffy to dress. "How'd you know she was here?"
"Willy offered information in exchange for cash."
Spike shook his head in disgust, calling out, "Luv, remind me to kill Willy when we get back."
Buffy walked out from the bedroom in Spike's t-shirt and her ruined pants. "Why?"
"Told this lot where to find you."
"How'd he know?"
"It's his place. Stopped by there after I got us out, flashed some fang and got him to cough this place up."
"And this surprises you that you were double crossed by Willy?"
Giles interrupted, disturbed by the easy banter between the two. "Why weren't you aware of this?"
"Uh, I was kinda sleeping the sleep of the knocked unconscious."
Xander butted in. "Oh, so you knocked her out and kidnapped her, Spike. Then had your wicked way with her, I get it."
Buffy replied before Spike could respond, "Xander that is so not how it happened. I got knocked out, Spike got me out of there." She pointed to the bruise on her forehead. "See?"
Joyce had been peering intently at the half naked vampire sitting on the couch, having just learned such things existed. "I'm Joyce," she said to him, noting he seemed surprised by her introduction.
"Spike."
"AKA Dead Evil Killer." Xander injected.
Giles gave him a hard look, then turned his attention to Buffy. "What happened here, Buffy?"
"Uh... nothing?"
Both Giles and Joyce opened their mouths to respond, when Spike interrupted. "Look, I placed a claim on your Slayer. If you want to blame someone, blame me. I didn't force her, and I didn't hurt her. Well, not intentionally."
"Oh, and that is so reassuring," Xander said scornfully. "But I'm sure your idea of pain and Buffy's are two totally different things, Killer."
"Xander! I was a virgin, ok?" Buffy announced heatedly.
"Oh, it just keeps getting better and better."
Spike growled, causing all eyes to shift warily to him. "Shut your gob, boy. Her mum's in the room." He turned to the Watcher. "We've got bigger problems we need to be discussing here. Your Slayer belongs to me now, get used to it. I won't be hurting her but I'm not giving her up." He looked at Joyce and gave her a reassuring nod, before turning his attention back to the Watcher. "But we need to talk about Angelus and Drusilla."
THE END
Ok, and that brings me to 4989 words, so I better stop there. Hey, thanks for letting me write for Spuffyverse!