Halloween Bites
by Kristi55

I've wrote a fic on a challenge that was posted on Bloodshedverse! I think it was Gothchick!
This was the challenge!!!


Big Thank you to Vicki my beta she truly did a good job and it out extra fast!

Do you remember the episode where the dress that Ethan sold Buffy turned her into an old-fashioned kind of a girl for Halloween?
Well, what if she had second thoughts about the dress and decided that she wanted to make fun of her whole destiny by getting something else from Ethan shop, Instead she gets fake fangs and fake blood so she can be a vampire for Halloween.
So when Ethan spell turns Buffy into a vampire who else does she run into then none other then our favourite vampire, Spike. (Vampire!Spike + Vampire!Buffy = Trouble for Sunnydale with lots of Spuffy goodness.)
Must haves:
1. NC-17
2. Dru/Angel bashing
3. Spike & Buffy claiming each other and staying together.
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Halloween Bites


Buffy opened the door and held it open while Xander and Willow followed her in; her backpack fixed firmly to her back as she wandered through the shop.

This was the one night in the whole year she had a free night; no demons, no vampires-- just a normal night. Willow giggled as Xander picked up a toy gun and imitated a commando solider.

Buffy smiled as she walked past the racks of clothes and noticed the dress on the rack in the far corner.

Walking over and touching the pink satin on the bodice, she sighed and picked it up, holding it in place against her body. 

“Oh Buffy, that dress is beautiful,” Willow breathed as she stood behind her.

“Yeah I know… but who wants to be a damsel in distress?” She placed the dress back on the rack and walked, adjusting her backpack as she moved to the next rack.

“Well, I’ve found my Halloween costume.” Xander held up an army jacket and a toy rifle. Willow rolled her eyes as she continued to look for something that wouldn’t make her look like a total geek.

“Got it,” Buffy squealed as she lifted a pair of leather trousers with matching bodice. Xander’s eyes shot wide open when he saw the outfit Buffy held up. She giggled as she walked over to the counter.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Buffy ran to the accessories and snatched a pair of plastic fangs and fake blood, dropping them on the counter on top of her other items. 

“Looks like a good costume. I’m sure you’ll have lots of fun tonight.” The clerk smiled as he ran the items on the till.
Buffy studied him curiously, noting the hint of evil lurking in his eyes. Usually she could tell who had evil tendencies and this one seemed to spark her radar.

   Deciding to ignore it, Buffy grabbed her purchase and turned around to wait for Willow, who was still searching the racks. She watched as Willow picked up a ghost sheet and held it up for her approval.

“Willow, no... Look, let me find something for you.”   With that purpose in mind, Buffy made her way over to her friend's side and began perusing the racks with a discerning eye.

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Spike stood impatiently in the warehouse, his hands firmly resting on his hips. In fact, he had been waiting for over an hour.

“Dru,” he bellowed, his voice echoing throughout the large room.

“Yes, my lovely Spike?” Drusilla stood on the top level, her long black hair dancing around her shoulders.

“Come on, you know this is an important night.  Noone will bloody well know what’s coming.” he smiled in anticipation as he watched his dark beauty walk down the stairs slowly.

"I think you want that nasty slayer for other pleasures, and you’ll forget all about me,” Drusilla pouted as she reached his side, allowing her fingernails to dig deep into the flesh of his arm.

Spike snorted at the absurdity of that comment. “My love, you know that isn’t true. I want to kill the soddin' slayer and bathe you in her blood.” He kissed her softly on the lips.

“You always say the sweetest things, my sweet William.  But you must go out alone tonight because I'm tired.”

Spike gently cupped her cheek with his hand.  “No, I won’t go tonight. I don't want you to be alone.”

Drusilla smiled at the soft look in his eyes. “No, my William. You go out and have fun.” She trailed her finger fondly along his scarred eyebrow and walked towards the staircase.

Spike watched her ascend the stairs until she disappeared from sight before morphing into his vampire face. With a grin, he stepped out into the recently darkened street, smelling the air as he went.

 
“I will taste the Slayer’s blood tonight," he vowed as he marched into the dark alleyway, his black duster billowing behind him.

*******


Buffy applied the last of her make up and brushed her hair before stepping back to admire herself in the mirror.

The black trousers fit like a second skin and the bodice gave her an illusionary cleavage. She twirled in a circle as her hair flowed behind her.

“Angel is going to love this! Hey, maybe tonight will be the night,” she thought with a shiver of anticipation.

Willow groaned in front of Buffy's closed bedroom door, her arms trying to cover her bare midriff that was now exposed.

“Everything okay, Wills?” Buffy’s voice called out to interrupt her inner turmoil.

Willow opened the door slowly, dreading the attention she was sure to get. She stood framed in the doorway, her eyes closed tight.

Buffy noticed her friend's acute discomfiture but was astounded by the transformation that had taken place.  Buffy knew with dead certainty that her friend was going to be gathering some attention of the male persuasion in the outfit she was wearing. 

Willow opened one eye when she heard the gasp from her friend, her mouth dropping open when she saw Buffy.

“Oh my God Buffy, you look amazing!”

Buffy grinned as she struck a dramatic pose in front of her friend. “Only thing left is to add a few little touches.” She moved to the bed and picked up the fake blood and added a little to the side of her mouth. She slipped the plastic fangs into her mouth and turned around to view the results in the mirror.  


“Grrrr,” Buffy mimicked. Willow laughed and joined her in front of the mirror, a frown wrinkling her forehead when she saw once more the vast expanse of flesh her costume exposed. 

“You look fantastic Wills. I love the look.” She pulled one of her tendrils allowing it to fall on her shoulder.

“Guys...are you up there?” A male voice called up the stairs.

“We’ll be down in a minute, Xander,” Buffy shouted out.

“Okay let’s get the last of your make up done.”  Buffy turned to Willow with her own resolve face firmly in place, and Willow knew no amount of protest was going to get her out of Buffy's hands. She sighed and succumbed to the inevitable.

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Spike had already fed twice, Halloween bringing easy pickings. He wiped the blood away from his lip with the back of his hand as he dropped his latest victim. Not sparing the body another thought, he turned and headed out of the alley, a smug smile on his lips. When he reached the street, he turned and headed downtown towards the Bronze.
 

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Xander sat on the arm of the chair, his hand dipping into the bag of chips Joyce had handed him.

He looked up as Buffy walked down the stairs; the leather squeaked as she took each step.
Xander almost choked on his chip as she flashed him a fanged smile. He stood up in a hurry, almost losing his balance in the process.

“Wow Buffy! Fangtastic.”

 Buffy rolled her eyes in derision. “Thanks Xander. So Commando Guy, tell me where’s your gun?” She leaned forward and turned him round.

“Hey! This is not try before you buy, so hands off the merchandise.”  Xander made a feeble attempt to slap her hand away from his chest.  “So where’s Wills?”

Buffy pointed to the top of the stairs where Willow stood.  Xander stared as she cautiously walked down the stairs. Her arms hung limply at her sides, her stomach bare for everyone to see.

Her dark red lipstick was emblazoned on her lips which complimented her red hair that was piled high, with stray strands falling to caress her face.  The short, black skirt cut above her knees showed off her slim legs and she stood in front of Xander with her cheeks red with embarrassment.

“Wow Will, you look beautiful,”

Buffy smiled as she reached for her jacket. She opened the door and coughed, interrupting her two best friends from staring at each other.

“Come on guys, we’re missing the free sodas at The Bronze.” She laughed as Xander ran out of the door.





The clerk sat in the back of his shop. The candles were lit in a circle as he sat cross-legged, a spell book resting on his knees.
Ethan Rayne inhaled and blew out a breath before flipping to a page and reading the incantation that was printed there. The candles flickered heavily before shooting out a blue flame, engulfing the entire room in a bright blue light. Ethan continued to read the spell as the light grew brighter.

The light dissipated as quickly as it had appeared.  Ethan’s hand glided through his dark brown hair as he stood up and stepped out of the circle and placed the book back on the shelf.

“Have fun Slayer,” he whispered before locking the door to the costume shop.
 

Thanks to my new beta Vicki i appreciate how quickly you got that out!




Chapter 2

Buffy looked around the club trying to find Angel when she caught sight of a flash of platinum hair. She shrugged and continued searching around the club; a flash of light stopped her as she shook her head.

She faltered and fell backward. Her hand rested on a nearby table, and her eyes closed momentarily. Her body slumped as she tried to save herself from passing out. The bartender leaned over and shouted at her.

Buffy quickly turned around as she focused her attention on the person that had shouted at her. The bartender recoiled and fell from his position over the bar.

Buffy brushed her hair away from her face as she noticed people staring at her with scared expressions on their faces. She shrugged and calmly walked out of the exit.

Spike stood outside the store. He lit one of the cigarettes from the stolen pack in his hand. The lighter illuminating his vampire countenance in the black night. The cigarette fell from his lips as he stumbled backwards where he fell heavily against the window. The shopkeeper shouted from inside the store.

Spike fell to the ground, the side of his head hitting the pavement. His eyes squeezed shut as the light blinded him.

He slowly opened his eyes as the light suddenly disappeared. He sat up slowly wondering why he was on the floor.

He shook his duster as he stood up, his pack of cigarettes still in his hand. He looked down at the pack and put them back in the his pocket. He walked away from the store with only the one thing on his mind, the slayer and that tonight he was going to kill her.

Buffy hadn’t been in that alley two minutes when another vampire stopped her. She looked at him as he growled and grinned as she stepped aside. She rolled her eyes as the fledgling fell on the floor; he slammed his fists on the floor and leaned upon his elbows.

“God you are dumb. Are all you fledglings this stupid?” She stood as the other vampire picked himself up off the floor.

He advanced toward her as she kicked him in the stomach, his hand connected to her face. She turned around and vamped out; her feral growl echoed in the alleyway. She pounced on the vampire punching him repeatedly in the face.

Spike turned the corner into the alleyway and watched the fight enfold. The fledgling put up a fight as Buffy overwhelmed him. She looked bored as she grasped the stake from the waistband at the back of her trousers.

She plunged the stake deep into his chest as he stared at her before exploding into a cloud of dust. Spike clapped as he walked closer.

“Well Slayer, on your own,” he halted as she turned around to face him.

“What the hell! Oh this is priceless. Whoever turned you I want to thank them?” He grinned as she cocked her head to the side staring at him. Her tongue licked her bottom lip and Spike shifted as his denim jeans started growing tight.

Her chest heaved as she flashed her fangs at him. He stood mesmerised as he watched her vamp out, his demon senses in tune with hers. This wasn’t about fighting, this was about dominance. Her red fingernails slowly moved across her breast as they circled one another.

Spike was the one that attacked first his fist connecting with Buffy’s stomach as she stumbled back. She held her stomach and grinned as she looked into his face. She growled and stood up straight, her bones cracking as she stretched her neck.


Spike stood with his legs apart as he waited for her to make her move. Her tongue licked her lips as she ran towards him. He shifted to the side but she clipped his ankle causing him to fall on his back. He lay there as she straddled his chest holding him down.

Buffy had the advantage being still equipped with her slayer strength. Spike also had to contend with her newly acquired vampire strength. She leaned down and licked his neck.

Spike shivered under her tongue as she left a wet trail across his jaw. He closed his eyes as she sucked on his earlobe.

Her fangs grazed back along his jaw as her lips touched the corner of his mouth; he turned to catch her mouth with his. Buffy succumbed to his mouth as her hands slowly moved back and forth across his arms. Spike’s erection grew tighter against his jeans as she ground back and forth against him.

Spike’s eyes rolled back further into his head as her tongue rolled around in his mouth. His hands were released from her grip under her thighs as he shifted on his back.
 

Squishes to my beta Vicki & Apologies to my 2 LJ friends who are extra special.

Major thanks go to nikilicious05 & spikesbabyblues who are the best friendly's a girl could have and who i throughly enjoy are late night chats.

vel_vette who gives me the inspiration to write check out her manips they are amazing.

Ok i do believe i have crawled enough!!!







Spike was aware of a couple of things as she sat on his chest. Her fangs were almost too near his throat and he realised he could feel her warm center through his denim.

Buffy licked along the side of his jaw. When Spike bucked his hips upwards, knocking her over his head, he growled as he jumped up and grabbed her legs pulling her to straddle his hips.

“What are you playing at Slayer?” He looked into her yellow eyes trying to get through to her.

She shook her head as her hand reached down to cup his tight jeans. His hand moved to her hair and pulled her head back with force. Licking along the column of her throat, he could taste the salt that had settled there.

She caressed his neck moving to his collarbone. Her hands forcefully opened his shirt scattering the buttons on the alleyway floor. He looked down at her blood red fingernails now scoring his chest.

His hand moved to rest on her lower back caressing the skin below her waistband. Pulling her closer, her lips connected to his in a fury.

Their tongues battled as she tried to move closer. Her lip curled around his mouth, and her hand grabbed the wisps of hair on his neck as she pulled his head down allowing her to kiss the column of his throat.

He couldn’t wait any longer. Whatever she was doing it was worth the staking. His eyes rolled back as she opened her mouth and thrust her tongue inside. Her nails grazed over the denim as she opened the top button of his jeans, pulling the zipper down with force.

Her face shifted as her green eyes grew cloudy with desire. He flipped her on her back. His platinum hair rested on her chest as he licked and sucked at her breasts. The door leading to The Bronze opened, illuminating the alleyway, and a man walked past stifling a snicker as he watched the couple on the floor.

Buffy realised someone was watching and she looked up. She flashed her fangs causing the spectator to run frantically out of the alleyway.

“Come on. You wanna go play?” Buffy inquired. Spike grinned as she moved from his lap. She held out her hand and pulled him upwards.

“Actually, this is what I had in mind.” He grabbed her around her waist and pushed her towards the wall. His tongue licked the bottom of her lip eliciting a growl from her as he explored the inside of her mouth.

He pulled down the zipper on her leather trousers as she helped him pull them down. He ripped the flimsy material that covered her centre. His nostrils flared as the smell of her heat enveloped him; her legs automatically moved to rest on his hips.

His erection bobbed against her heat. He thrust slowly inside her heat feeling a resistance. Spike stilled as she thrashed against the wall scratching her back. He waited for her to grow accustomed to him.

She began to shift her hips forward as plunged deeper, his hips picking up the pace as she ground against him.

Buffy’s hands moved to his neck to pull him closer. Kissing him on the lips she silenced his grunts as he continued to thrust deep inside her.

Buffy leaned up and looked into the vampire eyes. Seeing nothing but passion and lust her growls grew louder. She closed her eyes and sighed as her fangs elongated. Her urge to mark him was consuming her whole being.


Spike was going through a similar inner turmoil; he could see the bloodlust cover his vision. Her pulse pumped savagely in her neck as it sang to him, begging him to take her.

He leaned down towards her neck licking the skin, feeling the pulse vibrate beneath his tongue.

Buffy also moved to touch his neck with her lips. Her tongue darted out and licked the skin as her lips suckled. His eyes flew open as her fangs punctured his skin, the blood flowing down her throat. He hadn’t been bitten since Drusilla sired him.

“Mine.” Her whispered growl rumbled against the column of his neck.

Spike stilled as her hot breath danced on his skin His brain trying to register what was happening as the words rumbled from his lips. He attacked her neck with such ferocity that her scream echoed all around them.



#Buffy’s eyes glowed in the dark night as the blood flowed from her neck into Spike’s mouth, his hips continuously moving in rhythm.

Sparks burst behind her eyes and the tingles of pleasure moved within her body. Spike’s mouth was still latched onto her neck as he slowly drank.
Buffy head fell backwards as her back arched towards him. Her hands grabbed his upper arms her nails digging into his skin.

“Mine” the growl vibrated through her body.

Buffy looked up into eyes of blue, she grinned as the claim was met. The look in her eyes showing nothing but dominance.

They roared in tune; their bodies still moving with aftershocks of their mutual orgasms. Sweat glistened on his forehead as he rested against her shoulder. Her legs fell limply onto the floor.

“Baby, let’s go have some fun.”

Spike looked up as Buffy’s hands rested on her hips, her red fingernails tapping impatiently on the leather. She moved towards him tucking his now limp member into his jeans and pulling up his zipper with her red fingernails.

She licked the tip of his nose as they walked out of the alleyway hand in hand, a cigarette hanging limply from the master vampire’s mouth.



Xander sat down next to Willow handing her a soda, She blushed at the attention her best friend gave her. She frowned when she didn’t notice Buffy… in fact she hadn’t seen her in a while.


She stood up and scanned the crowd, her eyes darting up to the balcony. She sat back down next to Xander, splashing his soda over the glass.

“Hey Willow, at least let me drink some first.” She looked annoyingly at her best friend.

“There’s something wrong Xander. I can’t see Buffy.” He looked up and shrugged his shoulders.

“She probably caught up with ‘dead boy’ and they got hot-n-heavy somewhere.” He picked up a handful of peanuts from the bowl on the table and threw them into his mouth.

Willow settled back into the sofa but her eyes continued to look around the club. She had an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach that wouldn’t shift.



Buffy roared as she smashed the ‘Sunnydale Supermarket’ window, Spike stood and grinned as she wiped her hands and grabbed a couple of cigarette packets.

“You are a naughty Slayer.” She grabbed his shoulder as he walked away.

“Why do you keep calling me a slayer? I’m a vampire.” Her lip jutted out and he it grabbed between his teeth.

“Yeah I really don’t know what is happening. But hey far be it from me to complain, I bet the great Poof is running around trying to find you.”

“Poof? Who’s that?”

He stared at her trying to figure out what she was thinking. He moved in closer and with his hand her on her waist pulled her closer to him..

“He’s another vampire. Has fake hair, broods a lot.” Buffy crinkled her forehead and made a face.

“He sounds stupid.” Spike laughed as she grabbed his hand sucking on his fingers.

“But I can smell another on you.” His face clouded over as he for the first time that night thought of his sire.

“Drusilla. Yes she is my sire and I have loved her for over 100 years.” Buffy dropped his hand from her mouth, her jealousy evident.

“Pet, don’t be like that. We’re mated and that’s much more important.” She relented as his fingers danced over her skin.

Her breath caught in her throat as his finger reached down into her pants. Feeling the wetness that resided there he grinned as he leant forward and attacked her with his mouth.

She closed her eyes while his lips suckled her neck. Her mind felt sated in the pull of his mouth, lights flashing behind her eyes. Her mouth felt dry as her tongue sliding slid against the back of her teeth. Buffy was aware of was the cold concrete floor beneath her back. A heavy weight held her fixed on the floor, and her neck felt warm as her lids fluttered open.

She blinked against the dark light of the alleyway. Her neck jerked to the right, something was pulling on her throat as she tried to sit up. Her eyes focused, when she suddenly realising realized someone was biting her neck.

She shifted underneath the heavy weight that had held her down. The slight movement of her hips caused Spike’s erection to strain against his denim.
Her mouth opened but the scream was caught in her throat. Spike sensing something wrong retracted his fangs and licked the trail of blood now running down her throat.

Dark blue eyes searched her face as he raised himself on his elbows arms; the shift of his body gave Buffy the momentum. She raised her knee and it connected violently with Spike’s lower stomach.

Buffy scrambled from underneath his body and stood up. Her fist clenched against hand flew to her temple as a wave of nausea took came over her.

Spike clutched his stomach as he looked up. The slayer was leaning had leaned against the wall, her hands holding her head.

Buffy’s head had begun to clear, her thoughts being reminded of how she was feeling. Spike frowned knowing the claim allowed him to sense her thoughts. She was confused, her hands slowly leaving her head and resting heavily at her sides.

“Slayer.” Buffy’s eyes snapped open as the reality of what happened finally hit her.

“Spike, we didn’t, did we?” Her hand moved back and forth in a nervous gesture. Spike just grinned, his fangs glistening in the dark alleyway.

She couldn’t catch her breath. Her chest was constricted and she let her head rested against the cool brick wall. Spike sensing her distress walked over and rested his cold hand on her back.

His hand moved in a circular motion causing Buffy to relax. Feeling the coldness of his touch calmed her. His touch elicited such strange feelings within the pit of her stomach. She recoiled back, her hand flew to her mouth, and she turned and ran down the alleyway.

Spike stood there in the alleyway for what seemed



like hours. Going over the events of the night, the muscles in his jaw clenched.

“Bloody great! I claimed the slayer.” He shook his head and walked out of the alleyway.

Buffy raced home never looking back to see if Spike was chasing after her. She stopped outside her house as her adrenaline pumped through her body. She walked around to the back of the house and slumped to her knees. The feelings overcame her quickly as her head dropped and she emptied the contents of her stomach beneath her onto the ground.

Her head felt clammy foggy as she climbed up the stairs. She stopped abruptly, her hand fixed in on the handle of her bedroom door.

“Buffy. Is that you?” her mother’s muffled question came from beyond the door.

“Yes mom. I was just gonna take a shower.” She opened her door and sat on the edge of her bed.

She caught her reflection in the mirror. Tears marked her face; and two puncture holes wounds stared back at her. Visible also on her neck was a bruise forming a purple circle around the two wounds.


She moved quickly to the bathroom shedding her clothes. She turned on the shower and let the steam envelope the room. Sitting on the edge of the shower she stared at as the water circled the drain.

Spike had entered the warehouse quietly. He needed to wash himse3lf of the sexual encounter he just had. But it was worse than that, he had sex with the slayer. His thumb moved over the mark feeling the puncture wounds that were visible. His body still tingled from her touch.

Buffy shivered as her neck tingled. She shrugged as she stepped into the shower trying to erase the memories.

Spike had an uneasy feeling he couldn’t shake. He couldn’t stop thinking about the slayer the way the slayer’s her nails scraped along his back. He needed a drink so he moved to the trunk at the bottom of his bed and pulled out a full bottle of scotch.


Buffy washed herself till her skin was red; her forehead leaned against the cool tiled wall. Flashes of images sparked through her mind including the moment Spike bit her. She remembered the way his fangs sank into her the crook of her neck.

She stepped out of the shower and moved across the corridor back to her room; dressing herself methodically she lay down in her bed.

Spike stood below he window, his foot crushed the cigarette he had just finished. He looked at the tree and lifted his foot towards the lower branch.

She closed her eyes unaware of the blond haired vamp watching her from the window.
Buffy sat on the bench in the school courtyard, her blonde hair blowing in the breeze. Her solitude was noted as her friends continued to chat. Willow sneaked glances at her friend as she stared into space.

Buffy rubbed her neck and sighed. Her neck felt numb and every time she touched the wound, she would have a flashback of the sex in the alleyway. Willow decided it was time to speak to Giles about Buffy; something was defintely wrong.


Buffy wandered into the library after school, expecting Giles to have the mats ready for training. What she got was completely different. Xander, Willow and Giles sat at the table waiting. No books were displayed, just an empty space.

“Hey Guys.” Buffy breezed through and sat on the edge of the table.

“Buffy please use the chair that’s provided.”(Giles motioned to the empty chair. Buffy frowned because this wasn’t good, he had his resolve face on and his expressions never change. He stood and removed his glasses cleaning them on his tie; he stared for a moment and moved towards the counter.

“Buffy. We’re concerned about your behaviour today, you seem very detached. Did anything happen last night?”

Buffy’s eyes shot open, the look of panic clearly etched on her face. She stood up and paced the floor under the careful eyes of her watcher.


“I’m fine Giles really.” He didn’t look convinced as he continued to stare at her. Buffy crumbled under his scrutiny; her eyes welled with tears as she slumped in the chair.

Her whole body convulsed as the other three occupants stared with shock from the outburst of the slayer.

Willow pushed out her chair and ran over to Buffy. Her arms enveloped her close in comfort. Giles watched as his slayer broke down, he was worried that maybe he didn’t have enough time to stop the spell.

“Did something happen last night?”

Buffy looked up her eyes welled with tears, she sniffed and nodded. Giles walked over to Buffy and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Whatever it is Buffy you can tell us.” Buffy turned her head and pulled down the collar of her shirt to reveal the two puncture wounds.

Giles gasped and let his hand drop from her shoulder. Willow stood back and looked at Giles.

“Whoa Buffy. Did Angel play tonsil tennis and win?” Willow gave him a look and he raised his hands in mock defence and sat back down.

“Did Angel do this?”

Buffy shook her head and looked up. Giles had taken his glasses off and rested them on the counter.

“Then who was it? A fledling? A Master vampire? Who?” Giles had begun to pace back and forth. Buffy’s eyes followed his movements becoming dizzy.

“Spike.”

The whisper of the name was so soft but everyone heard it. Like a pin dropping to the floor, the silence was deafening.

“Spike. As in the Vampire trying to kill you?”

“Yes Spike, but he didn’t kill me. I let him bite me. It’s something I can’t explain. There was a spell because I remember waking up and Spike’s fangs were on my throat.”

Giles stopped pacing as he watched her talk about Spike, a hint of a smile on her face.

“Buffy this is important. Did you bite him back?” Buffy stood up and walked away from the table.

“Well I don’t remember biting him. But he did have puncture marks on his neck. Why do you ask?”

Giles rubbed his temple as Buffy watched him. She was the slayer, she should know about all these rituals. Eathan’s voice echoed through his mind, “You can’t protect her.” He sighed as he opened his eyes.


“Buffy I don’t think you know the severity of the situation. Are you not aware of claiming rituals?”

She nodded her head and she bit her lower lip. He walked over to his charge and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“It seems you have claimed each other. You are now bound to Spike, as he is to you. Vampires take this very seriously, this binds you for eternity.”

Buffy’s face dropped her usual golden tan, turning a greyish colour. She looked over to Willow whose gaze was fixed firmly to the floor.

“What’s gonna happen Giles? Could he bite me again?”

“ I really don’t know Buffy. But at least you didn’t consummate the relationship so that’s a good thing.”

Buffy gasped and turned away. She kept remembering his hands holding her hips as he ground down his erection, taking her pleasure to a higher level. Her head snapped as the doors to the library opened. Angel walked though his black jacket zipped snugly around his upper body.

Buffy’s throat constricted as he looked at her with longing, her stomach turned as his hand swept to her fingers. She moved her hand to fold her arms across her chest.


Angel sensed reluctance with Buffy; he shrugged his shoulders and looked at Giles, his face masked by the events of the previous night.

“What happened? Do we have another apocalypse?”

Buffy moved and jumped up onto the counter, knowing her bad day was far from over.

“Something happened last night.” Giles took his glasses off and cleaned them with his handkerchief.

“It’s alright Giles, I’ll tell him. Angel, there is something I need to tell you. Something that happened last night…”

His hand raised and stopped her confession in mid flow; she looked expectantly at him.

“Buffy before you say anything I saw you last night. With him.”

“What?” Buffy jumped off the counter and walked over to the table. She shoved her hands in the front pockets of her trousers.

“A spell was cast last night. I was turned into a vampire and the one person I bumped into was Spike.” Buffy looked up and focused her gaze on Angel.

“Do you realize what he is?”

“What, a vampire like you?”

“That’s not what I meant Buffy.”

She rubbed the wounds on her neck suddenly feeling agitated. Angel’s eyes widened noticing the twin puncture marks.

“Buffy. What the hell?” He moved towards her in a flash and pulled the collar away from her neck.

“I can explain.” Buffy glanced at Giles as he quietly urged Xander and Willow to follow him in his office.

“I was under a spell. I can only remember certain parts of last night.”

“When you were a vampire did you bite him?”

“I can’t remember….maybe.”

“God Buffy you could be mated. This is serious”

“Don’t you think I know that?”

“Buffy you’re a slayer, you should know better.” She looked up at his face and walked towards the door.

“Where are you going?

“I’m almost seventeen Angel. If I’m such a child what are you doing here?” She pushed the door open and walked out of the library.


Buffy walked through the cemetery looking for something to kill. Her stake twirled idly in her hand.

A branch snapped in the distance. She looked beyond the expanse of the cemetery; not sensing anything, she continued walking.

Spike lit his cigarette and inhaled, letting the smoke curl through his lungs and move back up through his mouth. He rubbed his neck as it tingled. Walking from behind the trees, he stepped on a branch as it snapped.

Buffy staked the fledgling sharply in the chest, dust exploding all around her. She tucked the stake in her back pocket and sighed.

Her mind grew cloudy as she swayed, her hand found the gravestone to her left. Images of Spike flashed through her mind, red fingernails scoring down his back and ripping his shirt. Whispered words breathed against his neck as fangs pierced into flesh.

Buffy lost her balance and slid to the grass beneath her. Her hand gripped the soft soil under her legs.

“Mine.” The word echoed around her brain. Her eyes closed shut as her head rested against the cold, concrete slab.

“Oh my God what have I done?” she whispered.


Spike had the distinct feeling something was wrong; he had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. A feeling he hadn’t experienced since before he was turned, it was un-nerving.

He shook the feeling off and decided his best course of action was to drink himself into oblivion.

Buffy knew what she had to do; she had to find Spike. Find out what the hell he did to her and if there was any way to reverse the claim. Standing up on her feet, she swung her hair away from her neck and carried on through the cemetery to the edge of town.

Willie was having a slow night; most of the patrons had left already. He stood behind the bar drying a glass with a dirty towel.

The door opened and he looked up and smiled. His smile quickly vanished when he watched the blond vampire approach the bar.

“And what do I owe this pleasure Spike?”

Spike looked up, pulled out a couple of bills from his duster pocket, and threw them on the counter.

“Shut up Willie and pass me the bottle.” He complied and slid the bottle of scotch across the counter. Spike snatched it, moved away from the bar, and sat in the far corner.

Buffy wandered through the streets of Sunnydale looking for Spike. Nearing the edge of town the last place she came to was Willie’s.

Willie’s was a demon bar of the worse kind. All the demons and vampires alike were pointed in the direction of the bar if they wanted information or someone.

Buffy pushed the door open and quietly surveyed the occupants of the bar. The room was dark and she squinted her eyes to look around.

A group of demons stood up, disgusted with the owner for letting the slayer in the premises, and left through the back door.

Buffy shrugged her shoulders and walked towards Willie. He eyed her suspiciously, hoping she wouldn’t start anything.

“Ah Slayer. What do we owe this pleasure?” he leaned forward, his chest almost on top of the bar.

“Willie I need to know if you’ve seen a vampire. Blond hair, wears black leather, always has a sarcastic look on his face.”

Willie’s eyes quickly darted to the back of the club and in a split second reverted back to Buffy.

“I don’t know Buffy. I may have seen someone like that.” Buffy reached over, pulled on his collar, and lifted up her stake.

“How about you think again.” She pressed the stake against his neck.

“Okay, okay Spike’s sitting in the back over there.” His shaking finger pointed towards the stage. Buffy followed the shaking finger and smiled.

Releasing Willie she placed her stake in her back pocket. Weaving around the crowded tables, she moved towards the back of the bar.

Spike moved the bottle of scotch between his fingers watching the amber liquid sway in the glass. He lifted the bottle to his mouth and swallowed the contents, some of which spilled down his chin. He hastily wiped the trail away.

His neck had begun to itch. He craned his neck as his fingers moved to scratch. A hand held onto his wrist and pulled it down. He looked up to see green eyes looking down at him.

“It won’t go away.” She released his hand and sat across from him.

“Yeah well, makes my skin crawl.” Spike swallowed the last of the scotch and slammed the bottle down on the table.

“Look I don’t like this either…but we need to find out what this claim means.” Buffy tucked her hair behind her ear.

“I don’t see why I should. I’d say we should just forget it.” Spike stubbornly sat back in his chair.

“Spike I know you been having the flashbacks. I don’t really understand it but we need to find out.”

“And what does broody boy think?” Buffy looked away and took a lot of interest in the demon that had walked out with a kitten. Buffy shook her head and looked at Spike, his blue eyes staring back at her.

“Look I’m not here to talk about Angel. I’m here to find out how serious the claim is. Look, why don’t you find me when you actually grow up some.” Buffy stood up pushing her chair back with a scrape of wood against the floor.

She stormed out of the bar giving Willie one last look before heading out in the night. Spike clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes. He didn’t want these feelings. He wanted to protect the slayer, keep her safe. Suddenly, flashbacks of flesh molding together, fangs, and trails of blood came to him.

He almost threw up at the sudden thoughts displayed in his mind. He growled and stood up walking towards the door looking for Buffy.


8

 

Chapter 8

Buffy continued to walk away from the bar and carried on down the street. This whole situation was stupid not only was she claimed to an evil vampire. She also had to deal with Angel.


Feelings had began to develop and it wasn’t Angel she was thinking about all day it was Spike. She had been awakened to his touch and it scared the hell out of her. She stepped off the pavement walking across the road, her mind elsewhere.

She didn’t hear the voice shouting her until a hand rested on her shoulder. She turned aprubtly, her hand balling into a fist and punching her supposed attacker. Spike stood holding his nose and blood poured onto the pavement.

He looked up with annoyance in his eyes, Buffy stepped forward as he stepped back. She crossed her arms across her chest as he wiped the blood away with his thumb.

She turned away and looked down toward the dark street, her stake fixed firmly in her back pocket.

“Look. I haven’t got time to chat away. I have to do a quick sweep.” She turned her back on him and moved away from the street lamp. Spike reached for her wrist and pulled her back to face him.

“I’ll come with you. I want to kill something.”

“Demons only Spike. If I see you biting anything I’ll stake you.” Buffy looked down at her wrist that was still held between Spike’s cold hand.

He released his hand quickly wiping his palm on the front of his jeans. Buffy frowned at the gesture shrugging her shoulders she turned and walked down the street. A blond vampire following closely behind.

An hour later Spike sat on top of a gravestone as he lit a cigarette watching the slayer dust vamps. He inhaled the curl of smoke through his throat.

“So slayer. Don’t you get fed up of the fight? Don’t you wanna go to proms and all the crap?”

Buffy dusted the vamp and slid the stake into the waistband of her trousers. She looked at Spike sitting cross-legged as he continued to smoke the cigarette.

“Of course I want to go to the prom what teenage girl doesn’t. But I’m not an ordinary girl I’m the slayer I have a responsibility to protect the innocent.”

Spike rolled his eyes as he jumped off the top of the gravestone. He stamped his cigarette onto the grass beneath his boot and stared up at the sky.

“Blah, blah, blah…. God you sound like a watcher. Live a little have some fun.” Buffy stood with her hands on her hips listening to Spike rant and rave.

“Oh yeah and what do you suggest?”

Buffy had begun to regret her decision of asking Spike. As she sat in the crowded bar waiting for the blond vampire to come back from the bar she waited her hands crossed over her knees.

“What the hell am I doing here?” She thought as she looked around the bar. The slayer in a bar full of demons, she argued the fact to Spike that she could fight him. Instead he decided he wanted a drink and Buffy was honestly surprised with herself for following him.
A bottle slammed onto the table. She looked at the bottle and then up at Spike who had a smile on his face.

“Well I don’t know about you but I’m here to drink.” He sat across from her as he unscrewed the top and poured the alcohol into the two glasses.

“How is it you know what I’m thinking?” She moved forward to pick up the glass. Spike’s eyebrow shot up sarcastically.

Buffy downed the shot and instantly regretted it. Every time she looked at the glass it was full; she reached for the glass and tipped the glass backwards letting the amber liquid flow down her throat. Soon her head began to throb and her vision blurred.

Spike sat and watched the slayer become more and more drunk. Noticing as she glanced his way.

She looked up her green eyes searching his face, his own body reacting to her stare. He wanted her to touch her skin. He had to get out of this claim, if his thoughts mirrored hers there would be no going back. He couldn’t kill her if he tried after the fateful night of her becoming a vampire he craved her touch.

Buffy was aware of sensations flowing through her body and the way Spike was looking at her. She shifted in her chair and wiggled against the wood. His mouth opened slightly forming a small ‘o’ Buffy licked her lips and stood up. Spike watched in slow motion as she walked over to him her hand settled on his cheek.

He couldn’t move as her warm skin caressed his own cold flesh, he shouldn’t be this drawn to the slayer.


She leaned down and kissed him softly on his lips, her hot breath escaped from her lips and caressed his mouth. Her legs moved to his outer thighs so his own legs were immobile. Her tongue traced the bottom of his lip he couldn’t wait as his mouth opened; Buffy was waiting as she thrust her tongue inside the cavern of his mouth.

His hands moved across her hips and moved underneath her shirt caressing the bottom of her back. Spike moved closer her breasts crushing against his solid chest, their lips fusing together as their tongues battled within.

Buffy broke the kiss first regaining her breath she leaned back. Her hands still locked behind Spike’s neck.

Spike eyes had turned almost black with desire; he looked up noticing the flush on the slayer's cheeks.

“Well that was… something.” Buffy released her hands from behind his neck and stepped back.

“Why did you do that?” Spike closed his duster across himself, as his jeans had become tight against his groin.

“I don’t know it was like something was calling me.” Buffy sat back and rubbed her temple with the tips of her fingers.

“I really don’t feel well.” Buffy jumped from her chair making a dash for the bathroom. Spike grabbed the bottle and slammed it back on the table. It was no use getting drunk he was well and truly screwed.

Buffy withdrew the paper napkin from her forehead and looked in the mirror. Her upper lip perspired as she quickly wiped it away, her skin looked clammy. She turned on the cold water and splashed her face.

“Why is this happening? I’m drawn to Spike; maybe it is the claim. If so what is this going to mean?”
Questions bombarded her brain as she smoothed her hair. Her lips were still swollen from Spike’s kisses. She touched her lips lightly a faint smile on her face.

Spike waited outside pacing in front of the door, he was supposed to be the Big Bad not waiting for a silly bint while she chucked up.

Buffy opened the bathroom door to see Spike leaning against the wall. Her hand still gripped to frame as she breathed slowly.

“Well that’s the first time that’s happened. What did I have onion breath?” Buffy looked up and gave a weak smile.

“Come on we need to talk to Giles.” Spike frowned as she pulled on his collar leading him out of the bar.

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Chapter 9

Buffy and Spike walked through Sunnydale, neither of them wanting to talk about the kiss in the bar. Spike sneakily cast glances at Buffy and noticed she was biting her bottom lip.

“What made you kiss me Buffy?” She turned to him as he stopped. This was the first time he called her by her name.

“Huh…well I don’t know why. But it’s like you’re pulling on the string and I can’t stop. You know how loathsome it is to want you?” Buffy looked away knowing she had revealed too much in her eyes.

Spike stood there and ground his teeth. He reached into his pocket for his cigarettes because if his hands were free he would rip out her heart from her chest. His cigarette was illuminated in the night as she stalked off down the street.

“Where are you going?

“Finding out more about this claim.”

Buffy rolled her eyes and ran after him. A pissed off vampire was so not a good thing. She was starting to realise that Spike was getting under her skin and she couldn’t have that . He was a killer for over 100 years; no person could change after being evil for that long.

She was confused. They needed to get to Giles’s and quickly before she really wanted to act on her feelings.

Giles sat in his chair nursing a cup of tea in his cold hands, his watcher diary resting on the coffee table. He picked up the bottle and poured a minimal amount of whiskey. He smiled as he brought the cup to his lips. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he realised he was finally alone.

Although he was worried about Buffy being claimed to Spike, he knew she could take care of herself.

Reaching over to the record player, he placed the album on it and listened to the guitar echoing through his apartment. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes and let his cup rest between his fingers.

The cup slipped from his fingers as Giles fell into a deep sleep unaware of the fighting vampire and slayer outside his door.

“How dare you say that, I’m not frigid.” Spike just raised his eyebrow sardonically in response. He reached over and placed his hand on Buffy’s hip and she quickly swatted it away with her hand.

“Do you really think I want your filthy paws on me?” She crossed her arms. Spike leaned forward, his lips barely touching her ear lobe.

“The thing is Slayer; you loved it when my hands moved over your skin and my lips trailed kisses down your throat and across your breasts.” Buffy’s cheeks flamed as Spike’s breath caused a cold shiver down her spine.
She shouldn’t be thinking about this when she liked Angel; he was the one she was meant to be with. But being in this close proximity to Spike, she was beginning to wonder.

Buffy’s hands moved to rest on his chest; her intent was to push him backwards. Her eyes stared at his lower lip, her tongue absentmindedly licking her own. His blue eyes connected to hers, a thousand words conveyed in that one look. He growled softly as his lips reached hers.

Her hands caressed his chest gliding around to his back underneath his duster. The Slayer’s hot little hands touched his skin and he pulled her closer. Moaning into his mouth Buffy leaned into him.

Spike was aware of movement in the apartment. The porch light switched on and Buffy and Spike jumped apart. Buffy quickly checked herself, straightened her shoulders, and turned to see Spike sporting a grin.

Giles opened the door to find Buffy and Spike looking anywhere else but at each other. Rubbing his hair, Giles moved to one side to let them in.

Buffy walked in followed closely by Spike. The vampire on the other hand couldn’t move because he was unable to get through the invisible barrier.

Giles looked up wondering why he wouldn’t come in. Blinking behind his glasses he grinned.

“Ah sorry Spike, do come in.” Spike walked through the doorway and sat on the chair, his thumbs looping in his belt buckle.

“Can I ask what do I owe the pleasure?” Giles moved into the kitchen and filled the teapot.

“Giles, we need to know what to expect from the claim. It’s becoming stronger and we need to find out why.” Buffy stood tapping her foot.

Giles placed the cups on the tray and carried them into the living room; he poured three cups and sat back. Watching Buffy squirm in her seat, she re-told the events of the bar, earlier that night.

“Well, that is, I need to have a look in the archives on claming rights. I think I have a book upstairs, excuse me one moment.” Giles ventured upstairs leaving Buffy and Spike alone.

“So what has Angel had to say about the whole mating thing?” Buffy looked over at Spike who had now sunk further into the chair.

“Nothing, he’s obviously pissed right now. But I have more important things to worry about, like this claim.” She motioned her hand between the two of them.

“You gotta admit though Slayer, there was something there even before the whole biting thing.”
Spike looked about the room spotting a bottle of scotch on the counter; he pushed himself away from the chair and retrieved the bottle.

Buffy watched as he sauntered over to the kitchen. Taking off his duster, he then sat back in the chair. His jeans stretched across his thighs accentuating his lean frame.

Un-screwing the cap, he tipped the bottle back. Buffy watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down. She had never noticed his forearms and how they stretched against the fabric of his T-shirt. She shook her head to relieve herself of these sordid thoughts.


Spike smiled to himself. He caught Buffy watching him out of the corner of his eye. Maybe this claim wouldn’t be a bad thing, with a bit of concentration he could have her eating out of the palm of his hand.

Spike smiled to himself as Buffy shifted in her seat, looking anywhere else but at Spike. Giles searched the bookshelf in his room; he reached for the diaries and searched the pages.

He leafed through the book scanning each page for anything that resembled vampire claiming. He had heard of claiming rights but for a vampire to claim a slayer was unheard of.

Buffy’s eyes glazed over as Spike continued to stare at her. Her fingers grasped her knees as Spike leaned forward, his pupils dilating. Buffy fell onto the floor from her chair and crawled on her hands and knees towards Spike. Her eyes still trained on his, she moved between his legs and pushed them apart.

Her head fell onto his knee. Moving across his thigh her hair tickled across his palm as he quickly looked down. Crawling up his body, she settled across his lap and kissed his earlobe.

Spike shuddered as her warm breath blew across his ear. He swallowed loudly as her lips trailed down his throat and under his chin. He closed his eyes for a moment as Buffy moved to straddle his hips. Leaning close, she touched his mouth lightly.

Their lips pressed together, flesh moulding. Her tongue licked across his bottom lip before being allowed access. His right hand fisted in her hair while the other reached under her shirt to fondle her breast.

Buffy’s fingers locked behind Spike’s neck bringing him closer. She surrendered to her inner feelings. But She couldn’t think properly because Spike’s expert hands and his tongue sparked sensations coursing through her body.

An embarrassed cough echoed through the apartment and straight to Buffy and Spike’s ears. They broke apart to find Giles red-faced and furiously cleaning his glasses.

“When you two have finally finished, I think we may have found what we were looking for.”

Buffy looked at Spike and fell on the floor from his lap. Her eyes widened as she realised what she was doing. And from the grin that had graced his face, she knew he had enjoyed it too.

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