This is just a little something I wrote for one of the best people I know. The lovely, talented and always a true friend, Karimouke. Kari I just wanted to say thank you for always being there, even when you ducked out of the fandom for a bit you were still my friend. I truly love to get email from you finding out how you and the family are is so wonderful. This is my gift to you for all the things you have done and given me. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it for you.

Thank you my great site Momma. Love you.

Rae/UncagedMuse

Rating NC17

 

Darkness
by Uncagedmuse

 

Buffy walked the dark streets with tears sliding down her cheeks. It had been weeks since she’d released Angel from his cursed soul. With each passing day, her feelings of isolation only grew stronger.

 

Giles wanted Angel’s death and he demanded that she do her duty. Xander and Willow wanted the same thing from her. None of them had any idea how hard this was. How could she shut off her emotions completely? They had put her up on some unreachable pedestal because of her slayer status with no thought at all for the girl inside the Slayer.

 

What would become of her if she did what they demanded?

 

@~@~@~

 

Spike was raging deep inside himself. As soon as Dru and Angelus left for their nightly hunt, he kicked aside that damnable wheelchair they thought he was still confined to. It had only taken him two weeks to start walking again, but he wanted to be strong before they caught on. He wanted to be able to fight if necessary.

 

Angelus had come back more twisted and cruel than he was before the soul. He had blamed those stupid gypsies for taking away his beloved Grand Sire, but now that their curse was gone, Angelus spared no affection for him at all. He only wanted Drusilla and to torture the slayer.

 

Spike needed to kill something. He was stronger now and if he continued to feed well like he had been he would soon be in top form again. With anger coursing through his veins and the need for the hunt, Spike walked out into the darkness.

 

@~@~@~

 

Angelus strolled casually down the street towards the park with Drusilla swaying to the music in her head in front of him. Suddenly, she turned to face him with a feral grin on her perfect lips, “My lovely Angelus. Soon another will arrive for our party. Glowing, golden, and vicious.”

 

“What are you talking about, Dru?”  Angelus asked. He too could sense that something was coming. One could practically taste it in the air.

 

“Daddy gets ahead of himself sometimes. Soon, very soon, darkness will come,” Drusilla sighed.

 

@~@~@~

 

There ahead of him in the pitch black night was the cause of every problem he had. It was all her doing. The wheelchair. The healing scar on the side of his face. His Dark Princess leaving him alone. His Grand Sire’s hatred. The complete humiliation of it all. The worst being the need he felt whenever in her presence. He hated her more for that than anything else.

 

Blood red rage filled every fiber of his being. Rip, tear, and destroy until the pain went. Then he heard it as he crept silently towards his prey. A gasping sob torn from her throat. It was the sound of his own suffering.

 

Spike stormed up to her not even trying to be quiet any longer. “It’s all your bloody fault!” He screamed in her face as he slammed her into the wall and held her forcefully in place. “You bloody bitch! Because of you, I have nothin’ left!”

 

Buffy didn’t struggle to get away. She wanted this. Spike would bring her peace. He would give her that sweet release. He would let her rest when no one else would. Not her friends. Not her mother. And certainly not her Watcher.

 

Leaning in close to her smooth neck he let his demon visage come forth. It was then he realized that she wasn’t even putting up a fight. “What’s the matter, Slayer? Too scared to move?” he taunted.

 

“Please, Spike. Do it. I need you to do it,” Buffy whimpered in a small, grief stricken voice.

 

‘A Slayer with a death wish. Well, ‘f she wants to die, I’m definitely the man for the job!’ Spike thought as he suckled the sweet skin over her pulsing jugular.

 

Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him to her. When she felt his wet mouth on her neck it sent a shiver down her spine. ‘Yes, Spike. Yes. Please, take away this agony,’ she begged silently.

 

‘Bloody hell, she feels so good. The scent of her is driving me insane. Maybe I should try something else first...’ Slowly he slipped his fangs into her supple neck, savoring every moment. .  ‘Stop listening to your dick, you idiot, and claim your third slayer.’ There was no way he could stop the groan of pleasure that slipped from him at the first taste of her blood. Buffy blood. The most delectable ambrosia to ever slide over his tongue.

 

Suddenly, he stopped. He removed his teeth from her neck. He couldn’t do it. He had to make her understand he wanted to keep her. With just the first pull of her powerful blood, he knew she was his. He had to make her understand that she would be his for eternity.

 

Buffy felt as if her being was suddenly coming to life for the first time as Spike’s sharp teeth punctured her flesh. She could feel him inside her and knew he would love and protect her always. As he withdrew from her she began to panic.

 

Sensing fear from Buffy for the first time, Spike began to babble, trying to tell her what he wanted. “Buffy, luv, please I can’t kill you. I need you with me. I want you as mine. My Girl. My Buffy. My Childe. My Mate. I’ll never leave you alone. Never do anything to hurt you, luv. Please, let me show you forever.”

 

Hearing his words, Buffy was flooded with relief. Spike wanted her to be his for eternity. No more calling to keep her in torment. No more Watcher driving the life out of her. No more friends who thought of her as some kind of goddess that pain never touched. No more alcoholic mother thinking the worst of her. No more death tracking her every move.

 

Love all encompassing. That was what she would receive in return for giving up her mortal life. Strength and passion. Who would ever turn away from that?

 

“Make me yours, Spike. I want to walk the night with you by my side. I want all that you are and I want to give you everything of myself,” she breathed as she leaned up and pressed her lips softly to his. Not even caring about Angel since Spike’s lips had touched her neck.

 

Spike grabbed her by the hand. There was no way they were doing this out here on the street. She was his and only his from this moment on. He had not even realized that from the small amount of blood he had taken from her his strength was restored.

 

‘Bullocks, where to take her? There’s no way we’re going to the mansion. All I need is for Drusilla or Angelus to bugger this all up. I’ll get Dalton. They can’t be back yet. Dalton is still loyal to me and I can go in quickly and get a few things we’ll need.’

 

“Spike, where are we going?” Buffy asked as he dragged her through the night.

 

“You’re mine and I want to do this where we can be alone. I have plans, cutie.” Spike leered as his tongue curled behind his front teeth making Buffy quiver with excitement. There was a promise there and she couldn’t wait.

 

Where had all these feelings come from? One minute he was her way to sleep the big sleep and the next he was her savior. A dark knight riding to her rescue with promises of belonging and love.

 

 

Spike knew that Dalton was afraid of Angelus and had set up his own little crypt where he could relax with the books he loved. This gave Spike the perfect place to spend time with Buffy before they faced Angelus as new mates. He knew that there would be a battle between him and Angelus and was even preparing himself for the possibility of having to kill his Grand Sire. There was no way he was letting go of Buffy, not for anyone.

 

Buffy held tightly to Spike’s hand as they walked through the cemetery towards Dalton’s crypt, knowing that soon everything would change. She was amazed at her own lack of fear. Everything about him felt so right; like he was her missing piece and being his childe and mate would make her complete.

 

Pushing open the heavy wooden door Spike walked in vamping out so he could see to light the candles that were scattered around the room. Buffy clung to his side, afraid she would trip in the inky darkness.

 

As Spike lit the first candle, she began to look around her. With more and more light starting to glow, Buffy was amazed. This was definitely not what she expected. In her head she had pictured maybe an old junk chair and at best a mattress on the floor.

 

There was a large bookshelf with ancient looking books covering every shelf. A nice overstuffed leather chair that looked very comfortable sat near it with a little table tucked up against the chair. Across the room was a plain full sized bed that had an inviting old quilt and mounds of fluffy pillows gracing it.

 

Turning to look at the beautiful girl that stood in the middle of the floor, Spike’s knees became weak. She had agreed; had even begged to be his for all time. This glistening goddess would soon be his childe. The first and only childe he would ever have.

 

Stalking towards her like a panther on the prowl, his need for her was suddenly overwhelming all other senses. The rumbling growl that emanated from deep in his chest caught Buffy’s attention. Looking up she saw her vampire’s amber eyes glowing with lust as he sensually moved towards her.

 

Instantaneously, her body flushed with heat and her thighs became slick as a flood of moisture rushed from her core. ‘MINE! That is all Mine!’  Her mind screamed at her as a humming sensation began to move from her center to spread to the rest of her limbs, turning them to jelly.

 

Spike smelled the overpowering scent of her musk and quickened his pace. Reaching his girl he grabbed her, forcefully crushing her to himself as his lips frantically attacked her own.

 

His hands slid along every dip and curve of her form his mind shut down all other thought process and what little control he had shattered. ‘Oh God, so soft! My Slayer.’

 

Buffy was in no better shape than Spike as her hands began to rip and shred the clothes that were barring her from the beautiful skin she needed to so desperately feel against her own. Her mind registered Spike pushing her down onto the bed and the feel of his lips and tongue kissing and licking their way up her toned legs. Buffy’s thoughts drifted for a brief moment to when her own clothes had disappeared before shutting down once again as Spikes tongue suddenly touch the outer lips of her sex and slowly slid from bottom to top, picking up the wetness she was releasing for him.

 

Spike reveled in the growling moan that came from his beautiful Buffy as her hips surged off the bed with the first sweep of his tongue. Groaning himself as the exquisite taste of her bounty spilled into his mouth, he placed his hands on her hips to hold her in place as he attacked her quim with the force of a starving man.

 

Waves of bliss crashed over Buffy as she rode Spike’s tongue with wild abandon grinding into his face as much has his strong hold on her would allow.

 

The feeling of her inner muscles fluttering around his tongue combined with her frenzied moans and movements caused Spike’s small amount of restraint to break. His demon emerged and swiftly sank his fangs into her mound as Buffy arched upwards with a scream of pure orgasmic pleasure. Greedily he sucked down the mixture of blood and cum, rubbing his painfully engorged member into the bed, trying to ease some of his own need.

 

Buffy could not think only feel as her world narrowed to nothing other than these sensations Spike was creating in her body. At the moment his fangs pierced her flesh she knew this was what she had been born for. To love and be loved by her Master Vampire.

 

Retracting his fangs Spike slid quickly up Buffy’s body and buried himself to the hilt in one hard thrust almost coming at the feel of her soft inner muscles still contracting from her last orgasm.

 

“Can’t hold back love,” He growled as he started to pound into her with all his strength. He was amazed that she immediately caught his wild rhythm and met him thrust for thrust as the room was filled with the sound of flesh against flesh and mewling moans of lust.

 

Spike felt his balls tighten with impending release and brought his hand between them to massage Buffy’s throbbing clit, wanting her to come with him. As her body bowed up into his and her neck was pushed forward, he sliced through her plaint skin with a roar. His cold seed coated her inner walls as they forcefully milked his girth.

 

Pulling slightly back from her neck as his tongue slid over his newest mark Spike had to ask one more time. “Buffy. Luv, you’re sure you want me to do this? Once I start there‘s no going back. You’ll become what you’ve fought all these years, only being able to walk in the dark of night with me. Never going into the sun. Needing blood to survive. Can you do that?” He knew it was his poncy inner William speaking, but he did not want her to decide in the middle of it that she didn’t want to be with him forever. He would not be able to live with that.

 

“Yes Spike, I want to be yours in every way. Please take me with you into the night,” Buffy pleaded as she stared into his beautifully expressive eyes.

 

Not needing to be asked a second time Spike sank his still hard shaft into the slick velvet of her heat. Looking into Buffy’s eyes he let all of his awe and love shine through as he said, “I love you.”

 

Turning her head to the side, she sighed “I love you too, Spike,” as he pierced her supple neck once again and began to pull large amounts of her blood into his eager mouth. When he heard her heart beat slow to almost nothing he pulled away and sliced his own neck with one of his sharp fingernails. Raising Buffy’s head, he brought her mouth to his bleeding wound and whispered his encouragement, “Drink deep, my sweet girl. I want you to be strong.”

 

The fervent suction of her mouth on his neck caused Spike’s cock to twitch inside her. This was the most exquisitely profound moment of his existence. Nothing had ever come close to this.

 

Slowly the suckling came to an end and Spike rolled to his side bringing Buffy with him not wanting to break their intimate contact. He drifted into a peaceful sleep as he waited for his childe to awaken. Keeping his cool shaft buried in her depths and her limbs entwined with his.

 

@~@~@~

 

Angelus bolted upright in bed, eyes flashing amber as he growled thunderously. When he turned to look at Drusilla he was shocked to see a serene smile on her face. “What the fuck are you smiling at? Did you not feel what has happened? Spike has taken a childe of his own. Buffy! She was mine, not his! He took what is mine and now he will die for it.”

 

Drusilla grabbed Angelus’ arm in a strong grip, much more powerful than he had expected. She pointed her finger at him and began to shake it back and forth. “No no, bad Daddy. My dark night only took his prize. The shiny little one was always meant for him. The pixies showed me when I first looked into my sweet William’s soul. I made a promise to give him his glowing, effulgent dreams. I was a good girl and kept him safe for her.”

 

“What the hell are you talking about Dru?” Angelus yelled becoming angrier by the second.

 

“Written in the stars this was, my Angelus. It was always meant for the sun and moon to join as one. Our family is complete and stronger than any other now. They love the insides as well as the out and it is what makes them so wicked. You must accept this, my love, or you will be no more than a whisper on the wind.”

 

Sitting there with his mouth agape, Angelus had no idea what to say or do. He was supposed to be feared and what he wanted he was supposed to get. His insolent grand-childe had taken away his toy. If he did nothing about it would he not look weak?

 

Knowing what was on her daddy’s mind Dru spoke up, “No one will ever take the strength from your hands. If you welcome our bad puppy and his golden childe into the fold we will be unstoppable. There will be a lovely celebration and blood red games tonight if you do what Miss Edith says.”

 

How could Angelus argue with the things she was telling him? He knew her visions were always correct. “Okay, Dru. I will bring them home with us but there will have to be some punishment for not coming to me first.”

 

“Goody”, Drusilla squealed as she threw her arms around her sire, kissing him fiercely.

 

@~@~@~

 

Spike felt a twitch in the gorgeous body that was surrounding him. His eyes opened swiftly knowing Buffy would be with him soon and wanting her to open her dazzling eyes to see him looking at her with love and joy.

 

An immense smile lit up his face as she began to slowly rouse. Her fluttering lashes and reverent whisper of, “Sire,” made his heart swell to gargantuan proportions as her exquisite green eyes were revealed to him.

 

Stroking the cheek of the most ravishing being he had ever laid eyes on, Spike slowly pulled Buffy’s face into his neck. “Drink baby. Your Spike knows just what you need.” He wanted to sate her hunger for the moment. Going out to hunt would have to wait a little while. There was no way he was waiting to make her his mate. She belonged to him.

 

Shifting quickly Buffy took her sire’s generous gift, knowing instinctually that this was not something most received when they were newly turned.

 

With the first prick of her sharp fangs in his throat, Spike’s body jerked with pleasure, making it obvious to both that his rock hard cock was still encased by her grasping flesh.

 

Buffy was growling with passion as she received her first taste of Sire’s blood. She promptly rolled, bringing him to lie on his back. The only thoughts she had at that moment were need, want, have. Pulling her teeth from his neck she began moving atop him wantonly, her hips rising and falling with such force it would have crushed a lesser creature.

 

Spike was lost to his lust for the goddess riding him into oblivion. Griping her hips with bruising force he thrust upwards as constant praise fell from his lips. “That’s my…fuck yes….never get enough……such a fuckin’ tight cunny…….don’t stop…..so perfect….”

 

His words made Buffy’s harsh moans and growls increase as she came close to the edge. There was only one thing left to do that she knew would send her flying over the precipice. Leaning forward she began to suckle his neck nipping the skin where Dru had left her mark when turning him. He was hers! She would have to get rid of it and replace it with her own.

 

Moving quickly, she brought her demon to the fore, sinking her fangs over the old mark and shaking her head back and forth to eradicate it. “Mine” she howled around his neck as her pussy contracted around his girth with the most intense orgasm she’d ever had.

 

Hearing her claim as her walls pulsated around him, Spike’s true face burst forth as he roared “Yours”. He slammed into her one last time coating her depths with his copious load while holding her to against his muscular frame in a tight grip.

 

Turning into Buffy’s neck Spike immediately bit down over the scar the Master had left to place his own claim. “Mine always,” he growled in bliss.

“Yours forever,” came the answer from his childe and mate.

 

@~@~@~

 

An hour before the sun went down, Drusilla gracefully leapt from the bed she shared with Angelus so that she could have a shower before the darkness brought its fun. She knew what was to come, had known for years.

 

The first time she had laid eyes on her sweet William, so sad and sobbing in that alley, her only thought was to feed. But upon looking into his expressive face, the pixies had whispered such lovely things to her. Told her if she was a good girl and did their bidding her clan would become the strongest and most feared among all vampires. Even with her fractured mind she knew this was what she was created for.

 

After her shower Dru dressed in her favorite pristine white party dress with its high neck covered in lace. She walked to the bed where Angelus still slept, bending and running her hand slowly across his chest before flouncing down onto the bed beside him. She giggled. “Daddy, it’s time. The festivities are about to begin.”

 

Angelus was immediately awake, knowing full well what she was talking about. The newest member of the Aurelius line was rising. He could feel Buffy’s essence coursing through him, making his blood scream with a new vigor. The knowledge of one newly born of his lineage always caused a charge, but this was more. This was a power such as he had never felt.

 

Rolling to his feet, he quickly dressed. Grabbing Dru by the hand and walking out into the night. There was no reason to say anything. He could already feel the unbreakable bond the two blondes had formed just in the turning. This was meant to be.

 

Drusilla led him to a crypt in the Peaceful Eternity cemetery. Just before they reached the door, she brought her finger to her lips, gesturing for him to stay silent. Quietly she opened the door a crack so that her daddy could peak in.

 

Angelus had never seen anything so arousing and perfect in his existence. The couple writhed together, utterly unaware of anything else but each other. The sight of them brought recognition of what they truly were to him. There was nothing that could ever come between these two and he now knew that for certain. It didn’t mean he still couldn’t have a little fun with them though.

 

@~@~@~

 

Lying with his girl in his arms after the best moment of his unlife, Spike felt a sudden jolt telling him his sire and grandsire were just outside the crypt. Bloody buggerin’ hell! Those two could fuck up a wet dream!

 

Spike put his mouth to Buffy’s ear and whispered softly to make sure the nosy nits outside wouldn’t hear, “Love, we need to get up and dress quickly without lookin’ out of the ordinary. Dru and Angelus are right outside the door and I’d rather have ‘m clothes on if we’re goin’ to have to fight.”

 

Buffy tensed slightly then kissed him sweetly on the lips. She pulled back and said with a pout, “I love being in your arms, my mate, but my stomach is starting to make with the grumblies.” She made sure the others could hear her so that there was no question as to why they were getting dressed.

 

Spike beamed at his smart childe as he pulled her to her feet, “Let’s go then, my love.”

 

With their clothes in place and ready to face what waited for them, they jerked the door open together, presenting a formidable front to their elders standing before them.

 

“Well, well! I think we had a couple of peeping toms, mate of mine,” Spike said while keeping Buffy tight against his side. He wanted to make sure that Dru and Angelus knew that not only was she his childe, but that she was HIS.

 

Angelus put on his most menacing face, staring Spike directly in the eyes. “What the hell did you think you were doing boy? Did you come to me and ask if you could have my toy first?” he yelled.

 

“She was never yours, Angelus!” Spike roared. “And if you ever speak of Buffy like that again, I’ll kill you.”

 

He couldn’t help himself. The look of rage on his boys face and the fire spitting from Buffy’s eyes was just too much and he began to laugh. Not just laugh, but double over with side ripping guffaws.

 

Buffy and Spike couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Angelus rolling on the ground with laughter and Drusilla giggling right along with him. What had these two been doing? This was something neither of them expected.

 

Finally Angelus got himself under control. Rising back up to his feet, he patted Spike on the back with a huge smile and began to wipe the tears from his face. “I was just joking with you, Will. I love to see your face fill with rage, you know that. Drusilla warned me what was going to happen and then made it clear that I wouldn’t be able to stop it. We’re family, my boy, and family sticks together. Now, I’m feeling a bit hungry! Let’s go find us a delicious feast to celebrate our newest childe.”

 

This was the Angelus that Spike remembered. This was truly his grandsire. A smile of complete happiness spread across his lips. Unlife was good.

 

“I am feeling a bit peckish and I know my golden goddess is starved,” Spike said taking Buffy’s hand and kissing her on the cheek as the foursome strode into the darkness together.

Family.

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