I Remember You by Azrielle

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Rating: NC-17. Please do not read if you are not old enough, it contains GRAPHIC sex scenes. You have been warned. If this offends you please go elsewhere.

Spike is a Vampire so of course there will be biting.

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Summary: Challenge # 40 at the bloodsheadverse. Posted by: Always_jbj
Email: ioki_1@optusnet.com.au
Seasons: Post Chosen

Challenge: 40

Post Chosen, a very miserable and grief stricken slayer is aching for the vampire she realized too late that she loved. Buffy finds herself in the alley behind the Bronze inside her 16 year old body, with ALL her memories intact, and facing a certain clapping blonde vampire.

Full challenge requirements will be posted at the end of the fic.

I remember you

A month. A whole month of missing him. ‘I can’t take it anymore. Why didn’t he believe me?’ Slowly wiping the tears from her puffy eyes Buffy sighed and sat up in her bed. ‘Probably because I didn’t give him any reason to.’

She wrapped the pale blue blanket tighter around herself before answering the insistent knocking on her bedroom door. “Come in.” She called out wearily.

“Hey Buff. Are you ok? I heard you crying from my room…” Willow said softly. She walked over and sat at the edge of Buffy’s bed. “You’ve been crying so much since…I just…we all want you to be okay.”

“I’m…I’m trying Will. I am. It’s just so hard…I…I told him I loved him. Just before he made me leave the basement of the school you know …he was all ‘No you don’t but thanks for saying it.’ And now I…I’m never gonna get the chance to tell him again…to make him believe me…” Buffy wiped her eyes again with her soggy tissue. “He thinks I only said it cause he was dying.”

“I don’t know what to say…” Willow apologized.

“It’s not your fault Will. I just…I don’t know what to do…the night before…” Buffy brought the Kleenex to her nose and blew it. “We made love…it was the first time it wasn’t just sex…and after…he just held me...you know the whole time we were together last year…I never let him hold me? I always pushed him away…it was easier. When I let it happen…it was amazing…it was…oh god. I’m never gonna feel that way again. Only he could do that to me you know? Make me feel like that…I ache Will…it’s physical pain for me to know I’m never gonna see him again…” She let out a gut-wrenching sob.

“I know it hurts Buffy…but a wise friend once told me you have to go through the pain…” Willow said softly, trying to get a reaction from her grief stricken friend.

“I don’t know if I’ll make it. I don’t want to get out of bed…I don’t want to eat…it was so much easier before I realized I was in love with him…before we really made love…but now that I know…and I’ll never be able to make him believe it…” Buffy’s face contorted as a fresh wave of tears started.

Willow sat with her, until exhaustion kicked in and Buffy fell asleep.

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Crumbling the leathe’s bramble into the clay pot Willow murmured. “Let Lethe's Bramble do its chore. Purge her mind of memories of him, of pains from love, she cannot give, take her back to before the love. When the fire goes out, when the clay pot is filled the spell will be cast. So mate it be.” She added various ingredients until the clay pot was full. Once the spell ingredients reached the top of the small clay pot thick smoke billowed out towards the ceiling causing Willow to cough and sputter. There was a blinding flash of light then everything went dark.

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She stood there in shock as he stalked slowly out of the shadows in the alley, clapping his hands in a steady rhythm.

“Spike?” She asked, glancing down at the stake in her hand. She took a few tentative steps towards him. She wanted to run to him, wanted to throw herself in his arms, hold him tight and never let him go.

“Mmmm I see my reputation precedes me… Slayer.” He growled.

“What are you…” She trailed off. ‘I know this…oh god.’ Swallowing the lump in her throat she asked. “What happens on Saturday?”

A huge grin split his face from ear to ear. “I kill you.” One hand dug into his duster pocket and he pulled out a battered cigarette package. Taking one out and placing it in his mouth he put the pack away and pulled out his lighter. He flicked it open, casually lighting up.

“Buff? Uhhh I think we should get out of here…” Xander stage whispered.

“You guys go on back inside…I’ll be a minute…” She waved them off.

“I don’t think that’s…”

Buffy turned her eyes to her friends. “Just go. I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”

“Mmmm feisty. I like that in a meal. Adds Spice.” Spike smirked, his words drew her attention back to him. He blew out smoke in a long steady stream.

Buffy glared at him angrily. ‘Of course. I get sent here, back to when Spike hates me…after I declare my love to him. Can my life get any worse?’ She rolled her eyes. “So how’s the psycho ho bag?” Buffy asked casually leaning up against the grimy wall. She just knew it was Willow that sent her back here. ‘Maybe so I could do it over…maybe I can…’ She was pulled out of her musings by Spike’s enraged growl.

“You’d best be watching your mouth…I don’t allow anyone to talk about my Dark Princess that way.” Spike growled, his piercing blue eyes glittering dangerously, and showing flecks of yellow. “Were we in that handbook?” He asked eyes lighting up. “Or maybe you read about us in the watcher’s journals?” He flashed her a genuine grin. “Were there pictures? Drawings?”

Buffy saw his love for Drucilla shining in her eyes and she was jealous. Furiously, possessively jealous. ‘He’s supposed to look like that when he talks about me…’ She felt the tears stinging her eyes and blinked them back. Spike didn’t feel anything for her…not yet. Seeing her cry would only give him fodder to hurt her with.

She flashed him a cocky grin. “So…are we gonna dance William?” She asked moving gracefully into her fighters stance, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

The shock on his face was priceless.

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“It’s too soon…” She moaned, fingertips flying to her temples. “No…no it’s all wrong…naughty slayer…changing the rules mid play.”

Colin “what is too soon?” Colin asked, glancing at Dru.

“My darling boy is dancing.” She whimpered, falling to her knees eyes closed.

“Come on miss Drucilla…Master Spike would want you to be taken to your rooms…” She nodded and allowed Dalton to help her to her feet.

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Spike stood for a moment in shocked silence. He cocked an eyebrow at her. “You want to dance with me pet?” He asked, grabbing a metal pole from the ground Big Bad persona at the forefront, all cocky arrogance and self-assuredness.

“Do we really need weapons for this?” Buffy asked, tossing her stake to the side. ‘What the hell am I doing? This isn’t Spike who’s in love with me. He’s a vicious killer.’

Spike tried to hide his surprise at her boldness. “I just like them. They make me feel all manly.” Running one hand down his stomach towards his groin he tossed the pole at her feet, hiding his surprise when her eyes followed the path his hand had taken, and stayed locked on his sudden erection. “The last Slayer I killed... she begged for her life. You don't strike me as the begging kind.”

”Never gonna beg.” She growled as she lunged. ‘Oh god I missed this, fighting him, sparing with someone I don’t have to hold back with.’ She backhanded him and he flew into the wall, causing the wall to crumble slightly in a spike shaped dent.

Spike was on his feet instantly, charging at her. He landed a punch to her face, and another quick one to her stomach. Buffy bent over gasping for air. ‘Shit. Forgot how ruthless he can be.’

Spike gripped her by the hair, pulling roughly, bringing tears to her eyes. He moved behind her and pulled her body up against his. Buffy felt his erection pressed against her ass and heard the bones in his face shifting, she knew he wanted to bite her, she could feel it, could feel his hunger. For a split second she wanted to give in to it. Give in to him, then slayer instinct took over and she viciously whipped her head back, smashing the back of her skull into his nose.

Spike let his demon emerge, inhaling her scent he bent towards her exposed neck. “Bloody hell.” He growled. He felt the blood pouring from his nose from her head smashing against it. Bringing both hands up he tried to stem the flow.

Buffy swept his feet from under him and straddled his hips, Spike was writhing in pain. “Stupid bint. Gonna pay you back for that…” Buffy pulled her arm back and smashed it into his face, knocking him out cold.

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“Spike, did she hurt you?” Dru asked, pretending she couldn’t feel it, pretending she didn’t notice.

”It was close, baby, but...” Spike shrugged. ‘Bloody bitch knocked me out. Don’t know how I’m not dust right now.’

“Oh, come here. You'll kill her, and then we'll have a nice celebration.” She cooed wrapping her arms around him. ‘Tell me you’ll push her away.’

“Yeah, a party. “ Spike grinned. ‘We’ll dance in her blood.’

”Yeah. With streamers... and songs.” Dru said dreamily. Pretending she couldn’t smell the slayer all over him.

“How's the annoying one?” Spike asked, pulling her tighter against him. ‘Kill the chit and forget about her, I’ve got my dark princess. Doesn’t matter that she hasn’t touched me since Prague, she isn’t well, but I will make her better.’

“He doesn't wanna play.” She shook her head sadly. ‘I can feel it. I can feel you thinking about her.’

“Figures. Well, suppose I better go make nice.”

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“You failed…you let her…” Colin was cut off by Spike. He was thoroughly disgusted that Spike, a master vampire, let the slayer claim him.

“I, uh... I offer penance.” He offered.

“Penance?! You should lay down your life! Our numbers are depleted, the feast of St. Vigeous has been ruined by your impatience!” One of the minions growled menacingly.

”I was rash, and if I had to do it all over again... Who am I kidding? I would do it exactly the same, only I'd do this...” He grabbed Collin by the scruff of the neck.

“No!” Colin shouted, trying to twist out of Spike’s iron grip.

“...first!” He threw Colin into the cage and slammed the door. “From now on, we're gonna have a little less ritual...and a little more fun around here.” He grabbed the chain and raised the cage up into the sunlight. Collin screamed as he turned to dust.

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Buffy couldn’t go back into the bronze and face her friends after being alone with Spike. She didn’t want to face their questions just yet.

“Buffy? What happened?” Angel asked, moving towards her and gently wiping some of the blood from her face.

FLASHBACK TO THE ALLEY

She leaned down against his cool body and let the tears fall. Curling herself around him she let herself pretend for a few precious minutes. ‘God Spike I love you. I love you so much. Maybe this is a second chance for us…maybe if they aren’t all jaded by Angelus they could accept you…” She shifted her weight slightly as her knife dug into her hip. ‘My knife.’ A grin slowly spread on her face.

Moving his duster slightly away from his neck she pulled his t-shirt away from the spot. She made a small cut where his neck met his shoulder, leaning down she took a few gulps of his rich borrowed blood, tasting the metallic tang. Bringing the knife up she nicked her tongue Her mouth filled with her own rich coppery blood. She brought her bleeding tongue to his neck, to the wound, mixing their blood. “Mine.” She growled fiercely. Grinning at her ingeniousness she half carried half dragged him to the factory and left him outside.

She watched from the shadows until she saw him stirring, grinning in satisfaction when she heard his groggy mumbling. “Slayer…Ohhh” His hand was moving against his hardened length.

She left quickly, not noticing his horrified expression when he came fully awake and realized her name was on his lips, and it was because of her his cock was hard. He had never felt like this before. ‘Bitch! What has she done to me?’

“Who’s Drucilla?” Buffy asked innocently batting her eyelashes.

“I…uh…where did you hear that name?” Angel stammered. “Did she do that to you?”

She snorted “Dru couldn’t get close enough. I heard about her in the Watcher’s journal.” Buffy glanced at him. “Said she was…part of the scourge of Europe…”

“She was. She was a quarter of it. Spike, Darla and I were the rest.” He said calmly. “Why have you been digging into my past?”

“You were with her.” Buffy said softly, backing away from him a few steps. ‘I’m sorry Angel, but I love him. I have to take the chance. It would never work with me and you. I want the passion and the fire that Spike gives me. I want his love.’

“Wh…what? Buffy what are you talking about.” He asked. ‘No. You couldn’t have seen…I love you Buffy. Please…’

“Angel…what are we doing?” She asked. “This…thing with us…it’s not…it’s not gonna work…I think you should leave.”

“But Buffy…I…I can be strong…I can fight my demon…I want to be with you.”

“Angel…I love you. I do…but…there’s nothing for us in the future…it just wasn’t meant to be.” She said sadly. “I’m sorry…but I have to be strong about this…” She hugged him tight. “Good bye Angel.”

“Buffy…don’t go…”

“I think you should leave Sunnydale…” She went on as if he didn’t interrupt. “I think it would be easier for us…not seeing each other every day.”

“I want to stay…I want to fight by your side…”

“No. You don’t have a choice in this Angel. I can’t stop you if you decide you want to stay in Sunnydale…all I can do is ask you to please…stay away from me.”

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After seeing Spike, and her confrontation with Angel, Buffy was exhausted. She made her way home, not realizing what would be waiting for her when she got there.

“Honey…is that you?” Joyce called, hearing Buffy enter the house.

“Mom?” She asked in wonderment. “Mommy?” She was running towards the kitchen.

“How was your night out?” Joyce asked glancing at the clock. “You’re home awfully early…”

Buffy didn’t say a word, she wrapped her arms around Joyce and hugged her tight.

Joyce let Buffy hold her until the pressure got too much. “I need to breathe…” She wheezed.

“I’m sorry…I…” Buffy looked up at her mom. “I just…realized how much I haven’t been home lately and I missed you.”

Joyce smiled. “I missed you too Buffy.” She smoothed her daughter’s hair. “Did you have a fight with a boy?” She asked casually.

Buffy grinned up at her mom. “You know me so well…”

“Sit down honey. I’ll make you some coco.”

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One week later.

Buffy sat on the stone bench, slowly eating her sandwhich and staring off into space. ‘Why hasn’t he come? He didn’t show up on parent teacher night, I didn’t see him on Saturday…if I didn’t know him better I’d say he was hiding from me. But Spik? Not big with the hiding. So what the hell is going on?’

“Hey Buffy. You okay?” Willow asked plopping down beside her best friend. ‘Yeah. I’m fine Sent back in time…for what I don’t know, and the man I love who’s supposed to love me, hates me and is avoiding me.’ Buffy blinked back tears and tried to smile.

“Aw, you just need cheering up. And I know just the thing! Crazed dance party at the Bronze!” Xander said enthusiastically.

“I dunno.” She said softly, suddenly interested in the pebbles at her feet.

”Very calm dance party at the Bronze? Moping at the Bronze.” Xander offered, trying to cheer her up.

”I'd suggest a box of Oreos dunked in apple juice, but maybe she's over that phase.” The boy earned an evil glare from Xander.

”Ford?” Buffy asked wearily. ‘Great. Just great. Forgot all about you selling me out to Spike. Spike. I’ll get to see him.’ She grinned, suddenly perking up.

”Hey, Summers! How ya been?”

”Oh, my God! What are you doing here?”

”Uh, matriculating.”

”Huh?”

”I'm finishing out my senior year at Sunnydale High. Dad got transferred.”

”This is great!” Buffy grinned. ‘Okay. Now hurry up and take me to Spike.’

”I'm glad you think so. I didn't think you'd remember me.”

”Remember you? Duh! We only went to school together for seven years. You were my giant fifth grade crush.”

”So! You two know each other.”

”Oh! I'm sorry. Um, this is Ford! Uh, Billy Fordham, this is Xander and Willow!”

”Hi.” Xander said, jealousy dripping from the one word.

”Hey.” He glanced at Xander, noting his jealousy.

”Nice to meet you!” Willow said softly.

”Uh, Ford and I went to Hemery together in L.A.” She turned to Ford “And now you're here. For real?” She asked.

”Dad got the transfer, and boom, he just dragged me outta Hemery and put me down here.”

”This is great! Well, I mean, it's hard, sudden move, all your friends, delicate time, very emotional, but let's talk about me! This is great!” Buffy beamed. ‘NOW TAKE ME TO SPIKE!!!’

”So, you two were sweeties in fifth grade?” Willow asked.

”Not even. Ford wouldn't give me the time of day.”

”Well, I was a manly sixth-grader. I couldn't bother with someone that young.”

”It was terrible. I moped over you for months. Sitting in my room listening to that Divinyls song 'I Touch Myself'.” Her eyes widened. “Of course, I had no idea what it was about.” She glanced at Ford. “Hey, are you busy tonight? We're going to the Bronze, it's the local club, and you have to come.”

”I'd love to! But if you guys already had plans... Would I be imposing?”

“No, only in the literal sense.” Xander said rolling his eyes.

”Okay, then! I, I gotta find the admissions office, uh, get my papers in order.” Ford motioned towards the school.

”Well, you know what, I'll take you there, and I'll see you guys in French!”

”It was good to meet you.” He waved to Willow and Xander.

”This is Ford, my bestest friend of all my friends! Jeez, doesn't she know any fat guys?” Xander asked sarcastically.

”Oh, that's what that song is about?!” Willow blushed deeply.

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Spike, was growling softly as he paced. ‘Bloody slayer bint. Can’t take this anymore. Gotta get her out of my head. Her face, her eyes her scent, she’s haunting me.’ He spotted one of his minions. “I’m going out to hunt. Take care of Dru. Anything happens to her you’ll be dust.”

“Yes boss.” Dalton cowered as Spike brushed past him and stalked off into the night.
Spike prowled Main Street, looking for someone that would make a delicious snack. He spotted a red headed girl, and a brown haired boy. ‘Looks like the ones that were with the slayer behind the club.’ Spike grinned as he started to follow them.

“And then he was all I don’t think this is working…” The blonde girl whined into her cell phone, not watching where she was going she bumped right into Spike. Spike saw the long golden hair and grinned. Eating her would be better than eating the slayer’s friends. She looked much tastier.

“’lo Luv.” He greeted with a charming smile. “Let’s get out of here yeah?” He asked, holding out his leather-clad arm.

She smiled appreciatively. “Lucy? Uh…I’ve gotta go…I’ll call you later…” She murmured before snapping the phone shut and taking his arm.

Spike led her into the alley in the next block. “Fight with the boyfriend?” He asked, fingers running through her hair. ‘Color’s a little too light…but it’ll do in a pinch.’

“No…he’s not my boyfriend…not really…he’s…I wanted him to be but…he doesn’t like me that way…” She sniffled.

Spike leaned down and kissed her roughly, tongue demanding entrance into her mouth. She pulled back slightly, trying to push him away. Spike growled in frustration, he smelled her citrus shampoo, when all he wanted was to inhale the slayer’s vanilla musk.

He grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her head back. She screamed in fear as he buried his fangs roughly into the pale flesh of her neck.

Spike heard the growl as his prey was ripped from his arms. Snarling he turned gold glittering eyes towards the presence. “Angelus!” Spike smirked. ‘Sodden ponce.”

”Spike!” Angel growled.

”I'll be damned!” Spike’s eyes darted towards his prey.

“I taught you to always guard your perimeter. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should have someone out there.”

”Hunting alone tonight. What's new with you?” Spike asked.

“Everything.” Angel’s eyes darted to the fallen woman.

”Yeah. Come up against this Slayer yet?” Spike asked. His breathing picked up pace and he felt the blood rushing to his groin as thoughts of the petite slayer invaded his mind.

”She's cute. Not too bright, though. Gave the puppy dog 'I'm all tortured' act. Keeps her off my back when I feed!” Angel laughed.

Spike glared at him. ‘Don’t you dare touch her. Don’t bloody well go near her.’ His possessive thoughts were seriously disturbing him. He laughed it off. “People still fall for that Anne Rice routine. What a world!”

“Are you gonna…” He nodded towards the unconscious girl.

“I haven't seen you in the killing fields for an age.” Spike said thoughtfully.

”I'm not much for company.”

”No, you never were. So, why're you so scared of this Slayer?” He asked. ‘My slayer.’ His traitorous thoughts supplied.

“Scared?”

”Yeah. Time was you would've taken her out in a heartbeat. Now look at you. I bet this, uh, tortured thing is an act, right? You're not... housebroken?” Spike couldn’t help the grin that appeared on his face. ‘bloody ponce is still souled. Can’t hurt the girl.’

”I saw her kill the Master. Hey, you think you can take her alone? Be my guest. I'll just feed and run.” He moved towards the fallen blonde.

Suddenly sickened by his feelings for the slayer Spike let out a howl of rage. “You think you can fool me?! You were my sire, man! You were my... Yoda!”

”Things change.” Angel said simply, still making his way towards her.

”Not us! Not demons!” He grabbed Angel by the shoulder and spun him around to connect with his well-timed fist. Angel crashed into he wall near where Spike’s fallen victim lay. Growling in frustration Spike made his way off into the night.

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“Wanna dance?” Ford asked placing his hand on the small of her back. “Okay.” Buffy nodded. ‘Why aren’t you taking me to Spike?’

Ford led her to the dance floor and pulled her close. “I really missed you Summers. I’m glad my dad got transferred here.”

“So am I.” She smiled. She trustingly rested her head on his shoulder and listened to the soothing song.

Rescue me from the mire
Whisper words of desire
Rescue me - darling rescue me
With your arms open wide
Want you here by my side
Come to me - darling rescue me
When this world’s closing in
There’s no need to pretend
Set me free - darling rescue me

She felt him enter the club. The electric tingle that shot straight to her womb, the shiver that caused the hair at the back of her neck to stand at attention. Spike. She knew he was alone, not feeling the presence of any other vampires.

Spike stalked into the club, duster billowing behind him. He growled as he pushed past the crowd and made his way to the bar. “Shot of Jack.” He signaled the bartender.

Spike slammed the shot back as soon as it was placed in front of him and he signaled for another. Downing the second in quick secession he turned to scan the bar. Then he saw her. her. the slayer.

She was dancing with some pimple-faced pillock. Spike ignored the rush of blood to his groin, ignored the unconscious breathing he was doing, ignored the feelings she was stirring in him. Shifting his weight slightly to alleviate the pressure of his jeans against is engorged cock he made his way to the edge of the dance floor.

I don’t wanna let you go
So I’m standing in your way
I never needed anyone like I’m needin’ you today

Do I have to say the words?
Do I have to tell the truth?
Do I have to shout it out?
Do I have to say a prayer?
Must I prove to you how good we are together?
Do I have to say the words

Rescue me from despair
Tell me you will be there
Rescue me - darlin’ rescue me

Every dream that we share
Every cross that we bear
Come to me - darlin’ rescue me

Spike was on the move as the song ended. He grabbed Buffy by the arm and spun her to face him. “Slayer.” He growled.

Buffy felt it in her bones. His impossibly blue eyes locked with hers. He tilted his head slightly and calmly gazed at her. She shivered, he was holding her arms so possessively. “We need to have ourselves a little chat…” He growled, resisting the urge to pull her up against himself and show her just what he wanted to ‘chat’ about.

“Buffy? Is everything ok?” Ford asked, he was going to step up beside her, until Spike’s possessive growl, and yellowed eyes turned him cold with dread.

“Not here. We need to be alone…” She said softly. She didn’t move an inch, didn’t pull away. She glanced at Ford. “I’ve got to go…can you tell them?” She nodded towards Willow and Xander.

‘Bird’s got stones, knowin’ who and what I am and she’s still gonna leave with me.’ Spike grinned. “Alright luv. Lead the way.” He said softly, still gripping her arm. ‘Luv? Luv? Where the bloody hell did that come from?’ He wondered, ignoring the fact that she unconsciously moved the slightest bit closer when he said it.

“I’ll tell them…are you sure it’s ok?” Ford asked hesitantly. She glanced back at Him.

“Tell them I’ll see them tomorrow.” She said with a smile. “I’ll be fine. I promise.” Spike kept his hand on her arm as she led him to the back of the club, towards the exit into the alley.

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“We shall step out. I want to see the stars…” She murmured, leaning into the frightened vampire.

“Yes Mistress. But we shant go far. The Master would be furious.”

“Don’t want to go far silly boy.” Dru grinned. ‘Just far enough.’

She stepped into the park and raised her eyes to the sky. Taking in the stars she felt his aproach.

Angel watched her step out from the shadows. She looked so elegant in her beautiful black antique lace gown. Angel walked towards her and her companion. Ignoring the other vampire he spoke only to his childe. “Drusilla, leave here. I'm offering you that chance. Take Spike and get out.”

He grabbed her arm gently.

”Or you'll hurt me? No. No, you can't. Not anymore.” Dru smiled sadly.

”If you don't leave it'll go badly. For all of us. She’ll kill you both, she wont hesitate…”

”My dear boy's gone all away, hasn't he? To her. Don’t worry.”

”Who?”

”The girl. The Slayer. His heart stinks of her. Poor little thing. She has no idea what's in store.”

”This can't go on, Drusilla. It's gotta end.”

”Oh, no, my pet. This is just the beginning.”

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She took him to the hotel at the edge of town. “Is this…okay?” She asked quietly entering the room and shutting the door behind him.

“I can smell him on you.” Spike growled, pushing her gently against the door with only his presence. He wasn’t yet touching her, just keeping her pinned with his piercing eyes, and one hand pressed flat against the wall on either side of her head. He leaned forward and inhaled her scent, their bodies inches apart. ‘Mmmmmm’

He could hear her heartbeat pick up pace as he got closer to her, he could feel her blood rushing around in her veins. He could smell the unique scent that was his slayer, vanilla musk and arousal.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean…he’s a friend.” She was elated that he was jealous. ‘That means he has to feel something right?’

“Don’t touch him again. I smell him on you…I smell anyone on you you’ve asked for their death. Do I make myself clear?” He growled. He could smell the musk of her arousal getting stronger thickening in the air, he could almost taste it.

“Yes.” She said softly. Her knees were starting to weaken from having him so close. “Spike..I…”

“Don’t. Just don’t.” His fingers ran through her hair gently, he wrapped and unwrapped the silky strands around the cool flesh of his hand. “So soft…” He whispered bringing a strand to his nose and inhaling deeply.

Biting her lip gently she glanced up at him, she could feel her arousal building, knew he could smell it and it turned her on even more. His eyes met hers.

“What have you done to me? You're all I bloody think about. Dream about. You're in my gut ... my throat ... I'm drowning in you, Slayer, I'm drowning in you.” He whispered hoarsely. “You shouldn't be able to touch me, because this, with you, is wrong. I know it. I'm not a complete idiot.”

“Spike…I…”

“Doesn’t change what I want though does it? And so help me I want you. Want you so bloody much…” His mouth was on hers, bruising, punishing, demanding.

Buffy opened her mouth and let his tongue in. He tasted exactly the way she remembered, whisky, smoke and an underlying coppery tang. She let out a moan of contentment.

Things changed for Spike at that moment, the moment she opened her mouth to him. He cupped her face in his hands and the kiss changed. It became more tender, softer, though that did nothing to quench the desire building in them both.

Buffy was now being pressed into the door, only his mouth and hands on her. She brought her arms up around his waist, pulling him closer, she could feel his hard cock pressed into her belly. Spike broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.

“I want you…” She murmured, arching against him. “I need you Spike…” She rubbed against him. Spike groaned, grabbing her hand he pulled her back towards the bed.

He sat her on the edge, keeping his eyes on her he walked over and flicked on the lamp beside the bed. “Want to see you.” Was the only explanation he gave. He shut off the overhead light and walked back towards the bed, removing his duster and boots on the way.

Buffy’s eyes drank in the sight of him stalking her. Delicious shivers ran through her as she watched him pull his t-shirt over his head and toss it away casually.

‘Spike abs. Abs of Spike. OHGOD!’ She could feel her already soaked panties getting damper by the second.

Kneeling before her he removed her socks and boots. He grinned, watching her fingers fumble with the zipper of her jeans. “Let me…” He said placing his hands over hers to still her movements.

She nodded and glanced at him through lowered lashes. “Stand up luv…” He murmured, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet.

She stood awkwardly, wanting to just jump on him and have her way with his willing body, but she also wanted it to be amazing, wonderful, everything it was the last time.

Spike placed his hands on her hips, pulling her against him. “Mmm slayer so warm.” Spike kissed along her jaw, eliciting a gasp from the trembling girl. Spike mistook her trembling. “Are you ok with this? Do you want to stop?” He asked, eyes boring into hers.

“NO! Don’t want to stop. No stopping. I’m just nervous…” She said honestly. ‘I want it to be perfect.’

Spike took her hand bringing it up to his mouth he brushed his cool lips across her knuckles. He placed her hand against his hardened length and groaned when she rubbed her warm hand up and down his jean-clad length. “Uhhhh luv…” He pressed himself closer to her, his hands on her hips he pushed her jeans down her tanned thighs to her knees, leaving her panties in place.

Buffy found the button of his jeans and popped it open. She effortlessly pulled his zipper down and slid her hand inside. Curling her fingers around his cock she stroked him.

His hips bucked wildly. “More…need you…” He whispered against her hair. Grabbing the hem of her shirt he lifted it over her head. Pulling back slightly he gazed at her with lust filled eyes.

Her lace bra left nothing to the imagination; he could clearly see her dusky nipples through the pale pink lace.

Groaning his hands cupped her breasts, squeezing gently. “So perfect…” Bending he sucked one nipple into his mouth, causing it to harden and pucker.

“Ohhhh Spike…” She moaned arching into him.

Reaching behind her he un-clasped her bra and let it slide down her arms, watching as more golden skin was exposed to him.

Buffy extracted her hand from his pants, letting her bra fall to the floor. She stepped out of her jeans, leaving her panties in place. She grabbed his jeans and pushed them down over his hips.

Bending she pushed them further down his legs. She got to her knees and took his length in her hand once again, stroking softly. Leaning forward she took him into her mouth.

Spike growled in pleasure. His fingers in her hair he looked down and watched her sucking his cock.

Buffy felt his eyes on her and glanced up, with him still fully sheathed in her mouth. Spike let out a strangled cry and pulled away from her. “Oh god. Did I hurt you?” She asked, blush rising on her cheeks.

“No…No luv, you didn’t hurt me…just if I didn’t stop you…” Reaching his hand out he helped her to her feet. “I want to be inside of you when I cum.” He murmured pulling her against him. He could feel the lace of her panties scraping against his cock.

He backed her towards the bed. When he felt her stop he pushed her down gently. “Lay back luv…” He helped her recline, with her legs dangling over the edge of the bed. “Want to taste you…your scent is…intoxicating…” He murmured. Leaning down he pressed his nose against her lace-covered slit. Inhaling deeply he groaned.

“Spiiiiike.” She screeched arching off the bed, trying to get closer to his talented mouth. Spike hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them slowly down her legs. Nudging her thighs apart he positioned himself between her legs. He gently pushed her thighs further apart and gazed down at her pussy.

Spreading her lips apart he flicked his tongue over her opening. Buffy arched her back, rocking her hips gently. Moving up his tongue traced over her engorged clit. “Uhhhhhhhh” She moaned, rocking her hips faster. “Please….please Spike…” He slipped two fingers inside of her. Hearing her sharp gasp of pain he immediately withdrew.

‘Oh god. I forgot. Sixteen year old me was a virgin.’ Buffy blushed deeply.

“Did I hurt you?” Spike asked placing a gentle kiss to her quivering thigh.

“I…I’m fine…I just…I’ve never…” Buffy blushed. ‘Why am I so embarrassed? It’s not like he hasn’t done this and more to me.’

“You’re a virgin?” He inquired, stroking her thighs with tender hands.

“Yes.” She said softly. She closed her eyes, trying to rid herself of the embarrassment.

“Look at me luv.” He purred seductively. He shifted slightly so he was on his knees and leaning over her.

Buffy opened her eyes and met his. “I’m sorry…I…”

“Shhhh. Don’t ever be sorry.” Spike leaned down and placed a chaste kiss to her lips. Pulling back he looked into her eyes. His hands were stroking over her stomach softly, reassuringly.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked. “All you have to do is say the words…I’ll stop luv. I promise…don’t want to hurt you…” He didn’t rush her, just waited patiently for her response, his hands not stopping their stroking.

“I don’t want to stop Spike. I want you. Want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life…” She whispered, tears forming in her eyes. “It’s you…it’s always been you.”

Spike leaned over her once again, kissing her passionately, tongue seeking entrance to her mouth. He brought one hand up and cupped her cheek, his other moving down and cupping one of her breasts and gently squeezing.

Buffy gave over to the sensations he was creating in her body. He lit a trail of fire down her stomach as his hand moved lower. Spike moved his hand between their bodies and rubbed his thumb against her clit.

Buffy moaned into his mouth, arching and moving in time with his thumb. She felt it building inside of her. His movements kept pace with hers, speeding up as she did. Suddenly she screamed her release into his mouth.

Breaking the kiss he moved slowly down her body, licking and kissing his way down her stomach. Gently nudging her trembling thighs wider he bent his head to her core. She cried out again as he sucked her sensitive clit into his mouth.

Spike slowly inserted one finger into her tight passage, massaging her from the inside as he licked and sucked her clit. Buffy was a writhing mass of pleasure, and felt herself hurling towards release again. “Uhhhhh Spike…I’m…Ohhhhhh.”

Spike moaned in pleasure as he felt her slick walls clenching his finger. Gently he pulled his finger out, licking her juices with a groan. He crawled up her body. And kissed her tenderly. “You ok?” He asked.

Buffy only nodded, not trusting her voice. “Good girl. I want to make this as painless as possible for you luv…” He said softly. “Climb up all the way on the bed.” She followed his directions and climbed up all the way. She rolled over and lay on her back. Spike grabbed one of the pillows. “Lift your hips up a bit.” He instructed, helping her do just that.

He placed the pillow under her ass. Spike knelt between her knees and looked down at her. “So beautiful…” He murmured. Taking his thick cock in his hand he positioned himself at her core pausing to look into her eyes he saw trust reflected back at him and he was awed.

He offered her a reassuring smile before slowly sinking his cock into her heat. He heard her gasp of pain, ignoring it he continued to move forward. He felt something inside of her tear and the scent of blood hit him. He growled possessively as his pelvis pressed against hers, his cock fully sheathed inside of her warm moist heat. He stilled above her, fighting his demon. It wanted to taste her blood. His eyes locked with hers.

She cried out as she felt him fully enter her. Looking up into his eyes she saw them flickering yellow, and watched in fascination as he fought to keep his demon at bay.

Buffy reached up and cupped his cheek, thumb tracing his chiseled cheekbone. “It’s ok…I…please don’t hold back…I want you Spike. All of you…” She said softly, her gaze never wavering.

“Uhhhhhh” Spike cried out. The myriad of emotions coursing through him were too much for him to take. Her walls clenched around him and she rocked her hips gently.

Spike moved then, thrusting in and out of her erratically, unable to control himself. “Oh….ohh luv, so hot. So wet for me…”

“Uhhhh Spiiiike…yes…oh GOD. More…don’t stop…please…” She begged, matching his furious pace.

“So good…so…right being inside you…” He murmured nuzzling her neck.

“Yes…Oh yes…I feel it Spike…I feel it too…” She cried out. His hand moved. Fingers digging hard into her hip. One of her hands came up and curled into his hair. She pulled is face down into the side of her neck. Buffy arched again and swung her legs up, wrapping them around his narrow waist, and spreading herself further for him.

Spike groaned against her neck. “I.oh….oh Christ…what you do to me…so good…so…”

Buffy turned slightly, bringing her mouth to his neck she sucked hard on where his pulse should be, right over the mark that turned him into a vampire. He could feel himself loosing control, but was powerless to stop it. His demon surged forward, snarling in pleasure, seeking something. not to hurt her. Both the demon and the man were in agreement about that, but it wanted to mark her as his forever.

“Yes…oh yes…Spike…please…I need…I…” Her whispered words turned to a scream of pleasure as his fangs bit into her flesh. Her walls clenched tight, bliss overtaking her.

At the first drop of blood that hit his tongue Spike came, emptying himself into her. Taking a few deep pulls of her intoxicating blood he stopped. He nicked his tongue on one of his elongated fangs and pressed his bleeding tongue against the wound, mixing his blood with hers. “Mine.” He kissed her neck softly. “Mine.” He growled again.

“Yours.” She whispered back. He lay his head wearily against her shoulder. Buffy removed her legs from around his waist. Her hands stayed where they were, one stroking gently through his hair, the other stroking his back.

“I…I didn’t hurt you did I? Didn’t take too much?” He asked. She could hear the fear in his voice.

“You didn’t hurt me. That was…amazing…it was…everything I ever dreamed of…” She said softly. She could feel him hardening again inside of her.

“I…I’ve never…felt like that before…never felt the way I’m feeling right now…” He whispered softly against her neck. “I..I couldn’t stop myself from biting you…” His breath hitched.

“I wanted you to bite me…I don’t ever want you to hold back…I…” She inhaled sharply. ‘Too soon. Don’t tell him you love him yet.’

Spike placed a gentle kiss to the mark he placed upon her. She felt it rush straight to her core. Flipping the startled vampire over she rocked against him. His eyes locked with hers.

“Slayer…” He hissed, hands gripping her hips.

“Buffy…” She said softly.

“Buffy…My Buffy…” he purred, arching his hips.

They moved together slowly, building gradually towards release. It felt like minutes, it felt like days. As one they increased the pace bit by bit until they cried out simultaneously as they reached completion together.

Buffy moved off of him and curled into his side, resting her head against his shoulder. His arm came around her pulling her closer. “You gonna be able to sleep with me here?” He asked.

“I trust you Spike. I wouldn’t be able to sleep if you weren’t here.” She said softly.

Spike’s heart swelled with pride. “You sure?” He asked uncertainly.

“Positive.” She said softly.

“Can I ask you something luv?” He asked.

“Anything.” She said stroking his stomach.

“Why didn’t you…when you knocked me out…you had me beat…and you didn’t…” Spike swallowed the lump rising in his throat. “I could smell you…all over me…almost drove me round the bend…”

Buffy cleared her throat nervously.

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“Why didn’t you…when you knocked me out…you had me beat…and you didn’t…” Spike swallowed the lump rising in his throat. “I could smell you…all over me…almost drove me round the bend…”

Buffy cleared her throat nervously. ‘I can’t tell him the truth. He’s gonna go totally wiggy.’ Sitting up so she could see him clearly she took a deep breath. “When I saw you…I wanted you so much…” She took another deep breath. ‘Okay…not a total lie…’

“But you knew I was a vampire yeah?” He asked. “You must have been able to feel it…”

“Yes…I knew you were a vampire…and I know I shouldn’t have wanted you…but I…I felt something…and I just couldn’t let it go…so I knocked you out and…and I kissed you.” Buffy confessed. “I just…when I was there pressed up against you…I didn’t want to let you go…”

“Lust at first sight yeah?” Spike chuckled. “I wanted you too…from the moment I lay my eyes on you…” Spike pulled her into his arms. ‘Thought I would be draining your blood as I shagged you…’

‘He wanted me since then? Oh my god.’ Buffy leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Sleep now?” She asked.

“Yeah…could go for a nap…” Spike said softly. ‘So why didn’t I drain you when I had the chance?’ Spike groaned as he felt her press closer to him. ‘Yeah…that’s why. If I did you wouldn’t be laying here in my arms right now.’ He didn’t stop to wonder why her not being in his arms would have bothered him so much. He was the Big Bad, Slayer of slayers, Master vampire. And he claimed the slayer.

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“Do you think she’s gonna be okay? That guy was way creepy…” Ford asked.

“She’ll be fine…we’ll see her at school tomorrow…” Willow glanced at Xander. ‘If she’s not at school we’ll tell Giles.’

“The Buffster can totally take care of herself…” Xander agreed. ‘She already fought him once and kicked his ass…I’m not worried.’

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“Mmmm Morning…” She murmured, curling closer to the vampire
beside her. “What time is it?”

“Sun’s almost up…maybe another half hour at most…” Spike said softly, nuzzling into her neck. He pressed a chaste kiss against his mark on her neck, causing her to shudder as it pulsed straight to her core.

“Are you gonna…stay here today or…”

“You want me to stay?” He asked cupping one breast in his palm and massaging it.

“Well…I have to go to school…but I can come back when I’m done…”

“You have to go?” He asked “I can think of much better ways to spend the day…” His fingers worked their way down between their bodies, stroking the soft curls he found. He spread her lips gently and inserted two fingers. ‘Christ so tight…so wet…’

“Mmmmm…I’d like nothing more than to spend the day in bed with you…but unfortunately I have school…Willow and Xander are probably maxi-wigged that I left with you last night so I have to go splainey…and Giles…Oh my god Giles!!! They probably told him.”

“You talk weird…don’t know what half those bloody words mean…” Spike pouted. “I don’t want you to go…”

“I talk weird? I talk weird.” She grinned. “You know…” She kissed him softly. “If we stop with the talking…and start with the touching…” Her hand curled around his already hard cock. “We could have a quick…Ahhhhhh”

She squealed as he pushed her onto her back and entered her swiftly, knowing she was ready. “Ohhhhhhh Buuuuffy…” He moaned into her neck, softly licking the mark he placed there.

“Spike…oh…yeah…” She murmured rocking her hips in time with his. “Feels soooo good…”

Spike was already close to cuming. ‘Feels so right…so perfect…’ He groaned as he felt her inner walls clench around him. “You belong to me Buffy…” He whispered against her neck. Bringing blunt teeth down against his mark he nibbled gently.

Buffy felt her heart swell at his whispered words. ‘Okay, so not a declaration of undying devotion…but it’s a start.’ She rocked her hips faster.

“That’s it…that’s my girl…my Buffy…cum for me luv…want to feel…”
“Uhhhhhh Spiiiiike…” She moaned cuming hard, his pulsating cock buried deep inside of her quivering folds.

“Buffy…” With a roar he shot his seed deep within her womb.

“Wow…” Buffy whispered leaning up towards him for a kiss. Spike bent his head slightly and kissed her with such passion it left her breathless.

She gazed up, her eyes filled with passion, desire and love.

Spike couldn’t take the intensity of her gaze. ‘Only one woman looks at me like that. My Dark Princess. Oh…oh god DRU!’ Spike pulled away and got up from the bed.

“Are…are you okay?” Buffy asked nervously.

“Yeah…m’ fine Slay…Buffy…I…you said you had to go…don’t want to start again when we can’t…”

“Oh right…” She said softly. She quickly gathered her clothes and ran to the bathroom. ‘Something’s wrong. I did something wrong and he hates me now.’ She hastily threw on her clothes.

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‘Bloody buggering HELL!!!’ Spike paced as he watched her gather her clothes. ‘Now I’m stuck here all day. Dru’s probably goin’ out of her mind cause I'm not there.’

Grabbing his jeans from the floor he pulled them up his narrow hips and threw himself down on the bed. ‘Doesn’t matter how good how bloody right it felt to be with her…inside of her…Dru needs me. I love Dru… Can’t give her up just to shag the slayer.’
Spike heard the bathroom door open and he closed his eyes feigning sleep.

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Buffy glanced over at him. ‘Pretending he’s sleeping. Not a good sign.’ She walked over to the bed and pressed a chaste kiss to his parted lips. “See you.” She whispered softly. ‘Maybe he’ll be over what ever it is when I get back.’ Stopping at the door with her hand on the handle she took one last look back. ‘I love you Spike.’ Closing the door behind herself she let the tears fall as she ran all the way home.

She climbed up the tree outside her room and effortlessly crawled in her window. Glancing at her alarm clock she realized it was only six thirty. ‘Two hours till school. Mom will be up in half an hour…’ She grabbed her housecoat and went to have a shower.

Re-entering her room twenty minutes later took the towel off her hair and ran her brush through it to remove the tangles. Buffy went to her closet to grab an outfit. Suddenly his mark started to tingle. ‘Oh. Oh yeah…can’t let them see that…”

She pulled a white turtleneck tank top out and held it up to herself. ‘Hmm yeah that’s not obvious…’ Grunting in frustration she decided on a pale blue tank top and a short white mini skirt. Tying a white scarf around her neck and nodding in satisfaction she turned to glance in the mirror above her vanity table. ‘Ok. That works.’ She smiled happily.

“Morning honey…you’re awake early…” Joyce said from the doorway.

“Yeah…I…uh…it’s my day to help out at the library…I have to go in early…” She glanced at her mom. ‘Not a total lie I do have to go to the library early to talk to Giles.’

“Oh…Okay…” Joyce looked at her skeptically. “Well if you hurry down for breakfast I’ll drop you off at school.”

“Ok…I’m just gonna call Will and I’ll be right down.”

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“So…did you talk to her? Did she make with the staking?” Xander asked.

“I talked to her this morning…she said she’d meet us at the library.” Willow replied handing him her back pack to carry.

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“Morning watcher-o-mine.” Buffy greeted entering the library.

“Buffy…good morning…you’re awfully chipper…” Giles glanced at her and went back to polishing his glasses.

“Yeah well…I had a good sleep…best sleep I’ve had in a month.” She grinned. ‘Thanks to Spike being wrapped around me.’

“Yes well…”

“Okay…what’s the what?” She sighed sinking down into a chair.

“Angel dropped by my place last night.” Giles replaced his glasses on the end of his nose and studied her carefully.

“He did?” She squeaked.

“He did…” Giles nodded. “He talked to me quite extensively about something from his past…”

“That must have been interesting.” She cringed. ‘Shit…he knows about Spike being in town.’

“Quite. He informed me of his childer that have recently arrived.” Giles kept his eyes on her. “Spike and Drusilla…apparently they are very dangerous.”

“Yeah…I…I uh went a few rounds with Spike…he was at the bronze”

“Is that the bleached buffoon’s name?” Xander laughed entering the library.

Willow followed behind. “Hey Buffy, Ford was kinda worried last night…”

“Oh…” Buffy’s eyes widened as she glanced at her friend. She shook her head almost imperceptibly. Willow got the message.

“Wh…What happened last night?” Giles asked studying his young charge.

“Another run in with the bleached menace…” Xander laughed again. “Spike…heh…but Buff kicked his ass into next week.”

“We have to get to class Giles…I’ll stop by on my way home and we can talk…” Buffy said rising from the chair and grabbing her books.

“How could you?” Angel asked coming out from behind the stacks. “Did you think I wouldn’t know? Did you think I wouldn’t feel it?” He growled advancing on the blonde.

“Angel.” Buffy said softly. She closed her eyes and hung her head. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you.’ When she opened her eyes he was right in front of her. Buffy didn’t have time to react as he grabbed her scarf and ripped it from her neck.

Cocking her fist she let it fly, right into Angel’s nose. “How dare you?” She growled, ignoring the shocked gasps from her friends and watcher.

Angel got up from the floor and walked back over to her. “I hope it was worth it. I hope he was worth it…pretty easy for a vamp to get into your pants eh Buffy? What did he promise you he wasn’t gonna eat anyone?” He snorted. “Worse…did you believe him? You think he’s gonna be there for you? Gonna hold your hand and want a relationship?”

Anger choked her. She was beyond furious. “Get out of my town Angel. I mean it. I don’t want to see you again. What I do with my personal life is my business, not yours.” She brushed past him without looking back. Buffy was too angry to notice the stunned silence that hung over the entire room.

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She pulled her bag up higher on her shoulder and tapped lightly on the door. Not hearing an answer she pushed the door open slightly. “Hey…” She entered and set the bag down on the bed. “I brought a few things…”

Spike grunted. He didn’t even glance at her, just kept his eyes on the T.V.

“I had a really shitty morning.” She said softly. Buffy crawled onto the bed and sat beside Spike. Resting her head against his shoulder she stayed silent.

Spike tensed when she sat down and rested her head on his shoulder. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from asking what was wrong. He hadn’t even breathed since she entered the room, for fear of inhaling her scent and having more feelings.

They stayed silent while Spike channel surfed. Finally after an hour he glanced towards her and noticed tears slowly coursing down her cheeks. “You ok?” He asked. She hadn’t let out a sniffle, in fact she hadn’t moved since she placed her head against him.

“I…I just…he…”

“Who?” Spike growled possessively, finally taking a deep inhale. “Angelus.” It was an angry predator’s growl.

“He…he came in…to the library…when I was talking to Giles…and he…he ripped my scarf off…everyone saw the mark on my neck…I left…I just…came back here…to you…”

“It’ll be ok sweetheart…I’ve got you…not gonna let you go…” Spike soothed, wrapping his arm around her he moved down the bed and pulled her against his side. ‘Gonna kill that bloody pouf!!!’ His demon was screaming for vengeance.

“They’re gonna…”

“Shhhh luv…” Buffy calmed in his embrace. He just held her for a while,
stroking her back gently. ‘How does she do that? Make me want to comfort her.’

Buffy’s stomach growled loudly. “Hungry luv?” He chuckled.

“Yeah…I brought some food…” Sitting up she grabbed her bag from the edge of the bed and pulled it closer. “I brought you something too.” She dug around in the bag and pulled out a sandwich for herself and a pint of blood for Spike.

“What the bloody hell is this?” He growled.

“Blood…human…I got it from Willy’s…I thought you’d be hungry…” She said nervously.

Spike grabbed the pint from her and threw it at the wall with a roar. Buffy shrank back from the crimson stain sliding down the wall and pooling on the carpet. “Think I’m some kind of bloody lap dog for you?” He snarled leaping gracefully from the bed. “M’ a demon. I don’t do bagged blood slayer. I un-live for the thrill of the hunt, the taste of fear…” He glared at her, not sensing any fear at all coming off the tiny blonde. “I am NOT housebroken, and you’d do well to remember that.”

“Yeah? Well you know what Spike I am the slayer, and even if I do love you you are NOT gonna be hunting people in my town.” Her eyes widened in shock when she realized what she revealed, her hand flew to her mouth as if she could recall the words. ‘No…oh no…no…’ Leaping from the bed she ran for the door.

Spike intercepted her, not touching, just standing in front of her. “What? What did you just say?”

“N…nothing…forget it…” She tried to push past him.

“Slayer would you just wait a bloody second?” Spike growled angrily.

“Why? So you can tell me I don’t mean it?” She asked, breath hitching, tears slipping unnoticed down her flushed cheeks. ‘I do I do I mean it so much and I couldn’t take you telling me I don’t.’ She did push past him then, as fast as her legs could carry her she made her way out into the sun where he couldn’t follow.

“ARRRRGGGGGGGG” Spike growled in frustration. He grabbed her bag off of the bed and hurled it at the wall, it’s contents tumbling out into the freshly spilled blood.

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“Get out” A Ripperish Giles ground out. “You're not welcome here anymore.”

”Yeah, and by the way, we’ll figure out a way to de-invite you from here. Even if it is a public place.” Willow was really upset with the way Angel had treated her best friend.

”Nah, forget it. Letting him in is good, 'cause then we get to toss him out.” Xander said taking a step closer to Angel.

”I think you better go.” Willow said softly.

”Okay, now, I was afraid of this. Misunderstandings, slurs and allegations. I don't know what Buffy told you, but you know she and I worked together, side by side, we were trying to…and she just let him…Spike…when we were supposed to…and I don't mind telling you…”

”Angel...listen to me.” Giles snarled.

”It's just ... I'm trying to explain…she let him…” Not waiting for the vampire to finish Giles shoved Angel backward and spoke softly. “We are not your friends. We are not your way to Buffy. There is no way to Buffy. Clear out of here. And, this thing with Spike... get over it.”

”I don't know what you mean.” Angel said with a tentative smile.

”Yes, you do. Move the hell on. The things you said to her…there is no forgiving that, and I don’t care what you feel she did to deserve it.” Giles had never liked the souled vampire. Having to be cursed with a soul for him to seek redemption didn’t sit well with Giles, if on the other hand he had won back his soul by choice, the watcher would have applauded the effort.

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Buffy ran all the way home, choking on the tears she was trying to stall. It hurt too much, knowing what they could have had and knowing that she ruined it with her impulsive mouth. ‘He’s just so…so damn infuriating at times…and I just had to let it slip out. I’m doomed to live it over and over, me telling him that I love him and him not believing me.’

She threw herself down on her bed and let the tears come.

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‘What the bloody hell is wrong with her that she thinks she’s in love with me?’ Spike howled in rage, trembling with the need to hit something. ‘She’s the sodden slayer. she can not be in love with me.’

He threw himself down on the bed. Inhaling their mixed scents he saw her luminous lust filled eyes gazing at him so full of trust and desire in his mind’s eye. Instantly his cock hardened and his emotions softened. “ARRRRRRRRGGGGG!!!” He screamed tossing the pillow from the bed. Grabbing the sheets in both hands he tore them out from under himself and flung them towards the door. ‘She’s not going to do this to me. I won’t let her. I will not allow myself to be neutered, and I don’t bloody well care how perfect she is.’

Glaring at the covered window Spike figured he still had about four hours till sunset. ‘Then I get the bloody hell out of here, grab Dru and leave this sodden place.’

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She cried until the tears just wouldn’t come anymore. She felt numb, her lips were tingling from not getting enough oxygen, she felt weak and dizzy. Dizzy wasn’t a problem, but she wasn’t weak and hated feeling like she was. Closing her eyes she wrapped the blanket tighter around herself and just lay there, letting the despair wash over her.

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Spike had calmed considerably in the last two hours, glaring at the mess he made, he glanced towards the window. ‘Bloody hell. Not going anywhere just yet may as well clean up this sodden mess.’ He bent down and picked up her bag that he had thrown earlier.

Spike noticed that it was heavy. ‘Wonder what the chit’s got in here…’ He opened the bag and peered in. ‘Smart girl.’ He grinned pulling out the plastic bottle of Jack, ignoring the scraps of cloth lying at the bottom. He spun the lid off and tossing it aside took a deep pull of the amber liquid. “Mmmmm” He murmured at the taste.

Tossing the bag onto the still unmade bed he turned to survey the contents that spilled out. With a snort he picked up the fuzzy pink pig that had one side drenched in sticky drying blood. He tossed it towards the bed, it landed beside the bag with barely a sound. He retrieved the next item and gasped in shock.

‘My slayer has a little bit of kink in her after all.’ Chuckling to himself he added the blood drenched fuzzy pink handcuffs to the other items. He picked up the food that had fallen out, dropping it right into the garbage can beside the bed. Satisfied that he had everything picked up the items from the bed, carrying his burden to the bathroom to begin the task of washing it all up. ‘Good bloody thing I know how to get blood out of anything.’ Spike busied himself with the task, without letting himself dwell on the fact that he was cleaning her things.

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Angel paced the length of his apartment, desperate to come up with a way to get rid of Spike and get Buffy back. ‘Her friends and watcher won’t help but that doesn’t mean it can’t be done.’
Suddenly he had an idea picking up the phone he dialed. “Hi…it’s Angel…I’m gonna need some supplies…”

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Groggily Buffy opened her eyes. Her heart fell when she didn’t feel him immediately. Then she remembered. She felt the tears wanting to fall again. ‘Wha?’ Sitting up she listened for the sound that disturbed her. ‘Ahhh the phone.’ She glanced at the clock beside her bed. Five eighteen the red lights told her brightly.

“Hello?” She placed the receiver against her ear and sniffled to stop the tears.

“Buffy? It’s Giles…”

“Hi. I’m sorry I ran out of there like that today…”

“Don’t apologize…it’s completely understandable what with the way Angel talked to you. I did cover you for Principal Snyder, told him it was a girl problem, he turned red, sputtered and practically ran from the library. ”

“Uh…yeah…Thanks Giles. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Buffy nervously twisted the phone cord around her finger and bit her lip. ‘Please don’t ask…please…’

“I am calling for a reason though…”

She cringed. “Oh?”

“Yes…I…I feel it would be wise for you to have some back up on patrol for the next little while…what
with Angel being…we kicked him out you know…Willow is working on a dis-invite spell I would strongly suggest she use it on your house…”

“Okay. Thanks Giles…it means a lot that you are backing me on this…”

“Of course I would Buffy…I may not know what’s going on with you and this Spike character…but I do trust your judgment…and Angel was wrong to treat you the way he did…”

“Well…thanks…”

“I’ll pick you up for patrol…around sevenish?

“Sounds good. See you then.

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After cleaning off ‘the pig’ Spike placed him on a towel to dry, he did the same with the pink handcuffs. Drying his hand he reached inside the bag to see if there was anything left before he washed the bag.

Spike stared at the items he pulled out. His cock hardened painfully as he pictured her spread before him it this outfit, handcuffed to the headboard with her fuzzy pink handcuffs.
There was a tiny red lace thong, red garter belt, red stockings with stitching up the back, and a red leather corset.

A knock at the door interrupted his lust filled haze. Placing the items carefully on the toilet he shut the door behind himself to see who was interrupting him.

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Buffy kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying into a nearby crypt. She didn’t even notice the blood coating her hands and boots. Stalking over to him she grabbed him by the shirt and tossed him through the air. He landed with an ‘ouf.’ Bringing her leg back she kicked him forcefully in the ribs.

“Buffy? I-I believe he's, he's, um... It, it's, it's staking time, really. Don't you think?” Giles asked.
Without saying a word she shoved a stake through his heart and turned to Giles as his ashes floated around her. “Any others?”

”Well, for their sakes, I certainly hope not.” Giles said softly.

”What? I kill vampires, that's my job.” She shrugged and started to walk away.

”Well, true, true, although you don't usually beat them into quite such a bloody pulp beforehand. Everything alright?

”Yeah! Fine!” She sighed. “Why don’t I walk you home? It’s obvious Angel’s a no show…”

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Spike ripped open the door and glared at the trembling young woman in front of him. “What?” He practically roared, tasting her fear in the air.

“I…It’s checkout time…it bein’ sunset and all…I was wonderin’ if ya’ll are stayin’ another night or…” She trailed off backing up a few steps from this man who radiated danger.

Spike could feel his bloodlust just below the surface, could feel the hunger of his demon itching to come out and take a bite out of this young female. ‘Show this bint I’m still the Big Bad and she shouldn’t be knockin on doors at dusk.’ Without knowing why he held his demon tightly in check.

What actually came out of his mouth shocked the hell out of him, and obviously surprised the girl as well. “We’re takin’ the room for a month.” Spike dug in his pocket and pulled out some money. “I don’t want anyone but me an’ my girl in this room, got that? Anyone steps foot over the threshold they’re gonna get hurt real bad.”

She nodded meekly, tightening her fist on the money she ran as fast as she could away from him.

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After dropping Giles off at his place Buffy decided to stop in the last cemetery on her way home. Scaling the gate she dropped down to the other side silently and began to stalk the things that go bump in the night.

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‘Just need to get out and get me a little snack…’ Spike silently pulled the door shut behind himself and made his way off into the night. He waited for her for two hours after sunset and she hadn’t shown. He was getting agitated from hunger. He walked towards the alley of the club and noticed a tall brunette who looked like she had been crying. “You ok pet?” He asked wrapping an arm around her.

“I…I’m fine…” She said softly. “I’ve got to go…” She said trying to pull away from his iron grip. Game face swiftly descending Spike dragged a screaming Cordelia into the Alley behind the bronze.

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“I feel kinda bad…I was pretty mean to her…’ Xander mumbled.

“Are you a giant spaz?” Willow asked. “You were mean to Cordelia…Cordy…Queen C…what’s the big Xan? She’s always mean to you…”

“I know…but…I really want to try to get things to work with her Will…I know we used to hate her…but I kinda don’t anymore…”

Willow glanced at him with tears in her eyes. ‘You’re never gonna give me a shot are you?’ Closing her eyes for a moment she took a deep breath. “You better go catch her then…knowing her she’ll want a lot of groveling to be done before she forgives you…”

“You’ll be ok to get home?” He asked hopefully.

“I’ll be fine.” She offered him a tight smile. ‘I’ll just go home with the band!’ She thought spitefully, unaware that the Dingo’s ate my baby’s lead guitarist was staring at her with rapt attention.

“Who is that girl?” Oz asked leaning over to Devon, the lead singer. “The blonde? That’s Harmony, she’ll fuck anything Want me to introduce you?” He asked with a grin.

“No you numbskull, not her, the redhead…sitting all by herself…”

“Oh…I donno…this set’s done why don’t you go talk to her?” Devon Suggested. He was completely shocked, he had never seen Oz want to approach a girl before, not once in the three years they’d played together. Sure he’d talk to girls that approached him, he’d even gone home with a few, but seeing the way he was staring at the red head Devon knew it must be something big.

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Covering her mouth with his hand Spike bit viciously into the girl’s neck. Groaning in satisfaction as the blood coated his mouth and tongue before sliding down his throat. On his third pull he felt her enter the alley and he removed his fangs from the trembling brunette’s neck.

“My darling boy…come away with me…leave with me now…I trust eyes and heart alone. And do you know what mine is singing out right now? You're a killer. Born to slash ... and bash ... and... oh, bleed like beautiful poetry. No little girl could ever stop you from flowing.”

Sudden knowing flowed through Cordelia. “Buffy could. She could stop you.” Spike pushed her away from himself. Weakened Cordy fell back against the wall.

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry…” His gaze locked with hers for a moment. She could see that he truly was sorry he bit her.

Spike grabbing Dru by the arm and pulled her along behind him. He didn’t let her go until they reached the factory.

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“Cordy! Oh my god. What happened?” Xander asked helping the trembling girl to her feet.

“A vampire…bit me…and then he apologized and ran away…”

“He what?” Xander asked in shock. He held his hand to her wound while she told him the story.

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There was nothing moving in the cemetery. Buffy walked, not noticing the direction her feet were taking until she was standing in front of the building.

Looking up towards the window of ‘their’ room she decided to take a closer look. Buffy made her way up the stairs, she peeked into the curtain as she passed the window. ‘Mr. Gordo!’ She saw him sitting on the bed. ‘Okay. I can do this. I can deal if I want to be with him. I’m not gonna run away.

I did that before and look where that got us.’

Buffy knocked and waited for him to come to the door.

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“I’m feeling much stronger my love…could we…” She asked.

“Do what?” Spike growled back, pacing the floor by their bed.

“I want to love you…” She whispered holding her arms out to him.

“Oh Dru…” Spike crawled into bed beside her and pulled her into his arms. Her nails raked softly
over his bare torso, just a tease, not leaving marks. Her fingers quickly found their way into his pants. She stroked along his shaft, trying to elicit a reaction.

Spike leaned over her and kissed her softly. “Missed you luv.” He whispered.

“Mummy missed her boy too…” She growled biting gently on his lip.

Spike growled in frustration, for once Dru was up to making love and he couldn’t get hard. He inhaled her scent; licking along her neck he cupped one of her breasts with his palm. He let out a growl of frustration. ‘All that bloody slayer’s fault.’ Suddenly his mind supplied the image he’d had of her in that corset and his cock was rock hard.

His hand snaked into Dru’s skirt, searching for her panties. Dru pulled back from his touch and her tear filled eyes met his questioning glance. “You don’t want princess anymore.” She said softly.

“Of course I do…” Spike said incredulously. ‘It just takes thinkin’ of her to get me hard. I want you.’

“But you're lying! I can still see her floating all around you, laughing. Why? Why won't you push her away?” Dru wailed.

“What are you ramblin’ on about?” Spike growled. ‘She knows about the slayer.’ Spike thought franticly.

“You’re in love with her.” She said sadly. “Miss Edith told me. She talked out of turn, no tea for you bad girl.” Dru shook her finger at her blindfolded doll. “It’s all mixed up…I must leave you know…”

She turned her tear filled eyes back to Spike. He looked shaken. “You were the one that was supposed to go…but it’s all wrong.”

Spike reached for her as she leapt from the bed. Dru picked up Miss Edith and made her way to the door. His voice stopped her for a moment. “I’m not in love with the sodden Slayer!” Spike growled angrily.

Not turning from her spot by the door she spoke her last words to him. “You will be and I can’t stand by and watch…not knowing you’d kill me for her.”

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“E…excuse me…are you his…his girl?” The timid girl asked.

‘He called me his girl?’ Buffy grinned at the girl. “That would be me.”

“He’s…uh he’s not here right now…but he said you and he are the only ones to enter. Said ya’ll would be stayin a month…so here’s the extra key…” She handed Buffy a key attached to a chain with a number 12 on it.

“Thank you.” Buffy smiled again. She tried the key in the lock. Of course it fit, one last glance back at the girl and she walked into the room.

“Will ya need anythin’ else?” The girl asked from outside.

“Do you have room service?” Buffy asked.

“We have an attached restaurant that allows you to charge to your room…and they’ll deliver.” The girl offered.

Buffy’s eyes lit up as she rattled off her order.

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‘Bloody bitch is ruining my un-life. Gotta do something about that and get my Princess back. Need to stop this.’ Grabbing his duster Spike slammed the door to the factory on his way out.

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Angel left the shop, his parcel in hand. ‘Off to her house.’ He grinned. Tucking his precious cargo under his arm he didn’t notice the deep warning growl right away because his thoughts were on his plan.

“Angelus.” Spike snarled when his growl didn’t draw the pouf’s attention.

“Spike.” Angel spat out turning to face the younger vampire.

“Got your hands on something of mine today. She was quite upset.” Spike smirked. “But I offered her comfort.”

Angel lunged at the cocky blonde vamp, catching him by surprise with his fury. “Don’t you ever touch her!” Angel snarled circling.

“She belongs to me now. I claimed her.” Spike growled. “Come near her again and you’re dust.”

“Ha!” Angel said lunging again. His fist caught Spike in the nose, blood splattered out, drenching the front of his shirt and sinking in to the crotch of his jeans. “Looks like you’ll be the dusty one you bleached menace, you haven’t even touched me yet.”

Before Angel could blink he was pinned to the ground, Spike’s iron grip around his throat, knee pressed into Angel’s sternum. “I don’t think you heard me mate. D.U.S.T.” Spike growled. Bringing his wrinklies down he head butted Angel in the face, knocking him out. Spike got to his feet and made his way home. Well home for the next month anyway.

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Buffy explored what Spike did with the room while she was gone. He made the bed, cleaned up all of the blood on the wall. She picked Mr. Gordo up and noticed he was damp. ‘Ewww…don’t want to know.’ She walked into the bathroom and noticed her bag on the counter was damp also, and her fuzzy pink handcuffs. ‘Oh god! He saw those.’ Her cheeks turned crimson.

Buffy noticed the outfit she brought was sitting on the toilet. Grinning to herself she picked the items up. A knock sounded on the door, startling her and causing her to drop the clothing. She went to the door. “Who is it?” She called through the thin panel of wood.

“It’s your dinner ma’m…”

Buffy opened the door and took the proffered bag. She thanked the man and shut the door behind him. She placed the bag on the bedside table and made her way back to the bathroom.

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TBC…Please let me know what you think…Did I do ok with *Evil* Spike? I had a hard time writing because I was unsure about my characterization of him, he’s not in love with her yet, but he is in lust with her. Sometimes he wants her and sometimes he doesn’t

Thank you so much for the reviews and positive feedback...it keeps me a slave to my computer.

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She quickly glanced around to make sure no one was watching her. Satisfied that she wasn’t being observed she stepped from the cargo hold of the small airplane. She held her backpack in one hand, her other in her pocket grasping tightly to Mr. Pointy.

“I jus have ta wait till de mornin’ to contact Mr. Giles.’ She made her way out into the darkness in
search of food and a place to stay for the night.

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He could feel her the closer he got to their hotel room, she was calling to him. Her blood was screaming for him, calling to him and making his unneeded breath come faster. He stopped outside the door and let her presence wash over him welcoming him home.

Placing his palm flat against the door he listened, trying to judge where in the room she was. ‘Only way to get rid of this feeling is to get rid of her. As long as her heart beats she’s gonna haunt me.’ Spike closed his eyes and tilted his head, listening to the comforting sound of the thundering heart. ‘I shouldn’t be feeling like this for the bloody slayer.’

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Buffy stood very still. Her heart was pounding furiously in her chest, breath hitching, and blood rushing through her veins at a rapid rate. She was getting light headed. She could feel him getting closer, and when he was almost close enough he stopped. Buffy closed her eyes and sat unsteadily on the closed toilet lid. ‘Why doesn’t he just come in already?’

She took a few calming breaths, trying to slow the rapid thumping in her chest, trying to calm herself before she passed out.

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‘Gotta go in there and drain the bint. That will make these feelings go away. I have to do it or Dru…’ Refusing to finish that thought he frowned when he opened the door and didn’t see her immediately. Stepping inside he closed it silently behind himself. “Slayer…here kitty kitty…” He purred. He was being cocky, sure that if he was she would be more likely to fight with him so he could do what he had to.

Buffy didn’t answer. She couldn’t. She was to overwhelmed with need. The need to touch him, hold him, feel him inside of her.

“I know you’re here…I can feel you…” He growled softly.

“I’m in the bathroom…” She called out weakly.

“Well get out here…we’re gonna have ourselves a little dance.” He growled pacing the length of the room.

Reaching for the handle with a shaking hand Buffy grasped it tightly and took a deep breath. ‘He hates me. Does he think that I can’t feel it?’ She pulled the door open a crack and peaked out.

Spike was pacing the room and when he heard the door open he turned his yellow orbs towards her.
Spike saw the concern in her face, saw the love in her eyes, and smelled her desire. None of that registered on him. All thoughts left his head as soon as he laid eyes on her. All he saw was Buffy, all he wanted was her. She was a vision in her red corset, scrap of lace panties, garter belt and stockings. Her hair was pinned loosely on her head and he could see her blood pounding in the pulse point on her neck where he had bitten her when he claimed her.

Spike licked his lips unconsciously as his eyes narrowed in on the incessant throbbing in her neck. He could feel his cock pounding in rhythm with her blood.

“Oh my god! Spike what happened?” She asked, momentarily forgetting her state of dress. She went to him, hands already reaching for his face.

She cupped his cheek in one hand and examined him. He was covered in dried blood. It was crusted to his nostrils, and caked on his t-shirt and jeans. “Who did this to you?” She demanded, fury in her eyes at they met his still yellow orbs.

‘MINE.’ Spike was trying franticly to make a sound, but he was so lost in his arousal that he forgot he needed to breathe to form words. She could see the lust in his eyes; she could feel it in the air. He was practically vibrating with it.

Abruptly he grabbed her by her scantily clad hips and pulled her against his rock hard cock. One hand reached up and grasped her by the hair. Tilting her head gently to the side he pressed his nose against the throbbing vein and inhaled the scent of her rushing blood, mixed with the heady scent of her arousal. He pulled her towards his eager mouth, his tongue darting out, demanding entrance to her warm lips.

Buffy hooked her fingers through the belt loops on his jeans, she rocked her hips against him trying desperately to find the friction she was craving. Opening her mouth to him, she let her tongue meet his. She pushed him roughly back towards the bed.

Spike landed on the bed, head coming up to watch her approach. She walked over to where he lay. Reaching out she popped the button on his jeans. Spike couldn’t let himself be submissive, too lost in his desire to posses her. He grabbed Buffy by the waist and flipped her over on to the bed.
She landed on her back and her eyes met his yellow eyes. She felt like they were penetrating right into her soul.

Popping the button of his jeans he raked down the zipper. He pushed them down only far enough to free his aching cock. He grabbed the scrap of lace covering her sex and ripped it violently from her body, causing her to gasp. Spike’s thumb flicked over her slick pussy, to assure himself she was ready. Buffy shuddered in pleasure.

He grasped his cock firmly and slid into her warm wetness. “Aaahhhhhhh.” He moaned as he filled her completely. He grabbed one of her ankles and pulled it behind his back, getting the hint Buffy lifted her other and crossed her ankles, holding tightly to his waist with her powerful golden thighs.

She spread herself fully to him. Reaching up she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him tighter against her aching flesh.

Spike bucked wildly against her, he couldn’t control the lust he was feeling. ‘But it’s not just lust anymore? Is it mate?’ He asked himself. Slowing his rhythm Spike grabbed her by the hair with one hand and viciously yanked her head to the side. He wanted so badly to rid himself of what he was feeling for this girl.

Buffy whimpered when he pulled her hair, tightening her pussy muscles around his throbbing cock. Spike struck, his fangs buried deep into her neck, in the exact spot he had claimed her. “OHHHH Spiiiiike” Buffy screamed as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. She was still screaming in bliss when she lost consciousness.

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Angel crept silently up the tree next to her room. He knew she wasn’t home, he couldn’t feel her. He had to know if he was dis-invited yet or not. Silently prying the window open he sighed in relief when his hand passed through the invisible barrier.

Angel pulled the window a little further up and crawled inside. He glanced quickly around her bedroom before spotting the coveted items, the reason he stopped by when he knew she wasn’t going to be there. ‘I know she’s with that bleached pest right now…but I’ll get her back.’ Thought the clueless vampire. Grinning Angel tucked the items under his arm he leapt from the window landing silently on the ground below.

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‘Never felt so many of dem as I do in dis place.’ She thought to herself, taking a seat in the diner and glancing around.

“What’ll it be hon?” The waitress asked.

“I want a sandwich please. And a glass of water.”

“Ok. Anything else?” She asked glancing at the young Jamaican girl. She was quite beautiful for someone so young, high cheekbones, deep soulful eyes, full pouty lips, and a gorgeous mane of thick dark curly hair.

“If ya could tell me where ta get a room for da night?”

“Sure hon. There’s a hotel on the outskirts of town…it’s a couple more miles in that direction…” She pointed out the window.

“Tank you. Could I get dat stuff ta go?”

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Spike pushed his fangs deeper into her neck as he felt her pussy clench him painfully tight. He groaned as his thick ropy cum spurted from his throbbing cock, deep inside her womb. He could feel her wetness sliding down his tightening sac.

He panicked when she passed out, howling in rage at himself, forgetting momentarily that was exactly what he wanted only a few moments before.

Quickly moving off of her he curled up beside her to lick the wound clean and try to close it. He was so worried about her he didn’t realize her heart was still beating strong. ‘Why didn’t you stop me?’
He pressed a chaste kiss to her new wound as the first tear leaked form his eye.

“What did I do?” He moaned. “God…Buffy…I’m so sorry…” His voice was hoarse with emotion. Spike pulled her into his lap, openly crying now. “Slayer…I’m sorry…so sorry…”

Buffy opened her eyes and blinked. Spike was holding her, his face buried in her chest. He was crying. Crying and murmuring words she couldn’t hear. He was stroking her hair and
rocking slightly.

“S…Spike?” She asked, her voice hoarse. “Are you…”

His head lifted from her chest, eyes meeting hers dazedly. “Slayer?” He purred, nuzzling his face into her chest. He placed a tender kiss against her mouth and looked into her eyes. “You’re alive?”
He asked happily.

Buffy looked at him in shock. “Of course I am…”

“But…I…I bit you…and you…”

“Passed out from the most intense satisfying orgasm I’ve ever had?” She smiled tentatively.

“I thought I…I thought you were…and why didn’t you stop me?” He growled the last part. “I’m a demon luv. A bloody monster…you should’ve stopped me…”

“When are you gonna get that I trust you? That I want ALL of you. Every fiber of your
being…you belong to me Spike, just like I belong to you…”

Buffy rested her forehead against his. “I know you’d never hurt me.” She said softly.

He could feel her warm breath on his face. “I wanted to…I really wanted to hurt you… until I thought I did…”

“Shhh…let’s go get you cleaned up and you can tell me what happened okay?” She got up from the bed and held out her hand to him.

Spike glanced at her offered hand. ‘So strong…’ Taking her hand he pulled her close. “I’m sorry…Buffy I’m so sorry…”

“I know…” She said softly leading him towards the bathroom.

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She entered the room and lay down on the bed. Pulling the blanket over herself she tried to find sleep, but she could feel them all around her, in other rooms in the hotel. She closed her eyes and meditated, trying to rest another way since she couldn’t sleep.

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“Had myself a fight with peaches. Told him to stay the hell away from you.” Spike said softly. He was sitting on the closed toilet lid, watching her. She helped him pull his t-shirt over his head. She dropped it on the floor.

“Peaches?”

“Angelus.” Spike growled the name, his hands automatically seeking her. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him, resting his head against her stomach.

“I…I need you Spike…” She whispered lifting her hands to run her fingers through his hair. She pulled away from him when he didn’t answer and leaned over to start the shower.

Spike watched her bend over and was instantly hard for her. He moved behind her and slid himself in slowly. “Ohhhhh” She moaned arching up against him. “I love you Spike…god I love you so much…” She whispered.

“I have…feelings for you…I do...But it's not love…I don’t know… if it ever…could be…” Spike panted, his breath coming faster as his thrusting increased.

“Great love is wild…and passionate…and dangerous…it burns and…consumes…” She grabbed one of his hands from her hip and pulled it to resti on her stomach.

”Until there's nothing…of me…left…” He whimpered as she contracted around him.

”I know you feel…like I do…You don't have to hide it anymore...” She panted softly. “I can feel it Spike…it can feel it through the claim…I know you’re scared…”

“I just…I don’t know…” He murmured. He could feel himself hurling towards release. His hand moved of it’s own violation, thumb stroking her clit in time with his thrusts.
Buffy’s hands moved up to curl around his biceps. “Let go Spike…be in me…be mine…” She whimpered. “I need you to be mine…”

“I’ll try…” He whispered against her neck.

Buffy screamed in pleasure. Clenching around him she rode out her orgasm as she felt him explode inside her. She felt like she had waited forever for him to say those words to her.

They held tight to one another, letting their bodies calm. After a few minutes Buffy finished helping him undress and get into the shower. Once he was under the water she quickly pulled off her clothes and joined him.

After washing each other’s hair they dried each other off and got into bed, continuing their conversation.

“Can’t be anything good that comes of this…I’m gonna end up hurting you…I’m gonna end up doing something to you that you won’t be able…”

“Spike…it’s…can’t you feel it? There’s something…between us…something…it may not always be pretty…but it’s real…it’s like blood, rushing through your veins screaming that you follow it’s will… you are my will Spike. you. I want to spend the rest of my life showing you what you mean to me…”

“I…I don’t want to be a lap dog slayer…but I don’t want to lose you…after what happened…after what I almost did to you…what I thought I had done…we’re gonna have to come to some kind of…”

“I refuse to let you kill people…” Buffy stood firm in her decision.

“So I’m just supposed to give up everything to be with you?” He asked. “All my friends…my Dark Princess…”

“That’s up to you…I do love you Spike…I love you more than anything…I…I know you could be a good man if you chose to…”

“I love her slayer…how am I supposed to give her up? I’ve spent a century with her…”

“Go then. Go to her…” She pushed him back and got up from the bed on shaky legs. “You may love her now Spike…but us…we could…you know what…never mind. Go and get your dark princess and leave me the hell alone.” By the time she was finished her tirade she was crying. She ran to the bathroom and slammed the door behind herself.

“Open this bloody door right now before I knock it the hell in.” Spike growled pounding furiously on the thin panel of wood.

“No.” She replied petulantly.

“Slayer… I…I’m sorry okay? It’s just…this is rather difficult to just accept…I’ve been a monster for over a hundred years and now… now there’s a choice…and I don’t know if I’m strong enough to chose…” His voice cracked with emotion.

Buffy opened the door a crack and peered out at him. “Did you just say you were sorry?” She asked suspiciously.

“You heard what I said slayer…please don’t make it any more difficult than it already is.” Spike reached out his hand to her.

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Buffy took his hand and let him lead her towards the bed. He sat on the edge and pulled her into his lap. “I just don’t bloody understand how this could be happening…I am supposed to be with Dru…we sere supposed to spend eternity together…but after that first night I saw you dancing inside that club…my un-life hasn’t been the same…”

“Spike…I… we want honesty right?” At his nod she continued. “I have a confession to make…”
She felt his arms stiffen. “If you bloody well tell me this is all some big joke you’d better shove one of your pointy sticks through my un-beating heart cause I swear I will kill you.” Spike growled.

“It’s not…Spike…this thing between us…it means more to me than anything I’ve ever felt before…I just…I don’t know if you know what I did…you’re acting like you don’t…and then…you say something… and…and I think you do know…but I need to know for sure if you do. Know. Did…did Dru ever claim you?” She asked glancing up at his face.

His jaw clenched and he closed his eyes, trying to rein in the painful emotions he had felt since he understood what claiming was, and knew that Dru would never claim him, never let him claim her either. The hurt and rejection, over one hundred years together and she still hadn’t. She never would have.

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“I don’t understand Dru…this would tie us together for eternity…You heard Angelus…it would mean you were my mate… mine for as long as I wasn’t dust…”

“I can not have it…do you think I don’t see? The stars whisper secrets my beautiful boy, and they tell me…I know what will happen…” She turned from him. ‘It’s not meant to be me.’

He saw her slight frame shaking, wracked with tears. Thinking it was one of her crazy ramblings William let it go. “It’s okay baby…maybe one day…”

“No. You are not to ask me this again. I am weak William…so very weak…I can’t bare to deny…Miss Edith was laughing…crying…telling me…” Sobbing she pulled him closer. “You are in my heart…my mind…my body… please let that be enough…”

Disappointed William dropped his gaze from her penetrating stare. “Anything for you my Dark Princess.” He whispered, trying to let the dejection pass. ‘Not good enough for her either. I’m such a ponce. She probably thinks I’m not monster enough for her. Well I’ll show her I am. Show them all.’

William picked up a railway Spike laying on the side of the road. “I’ll be home in a while luv. You run along with Angelus and Darla. Got a few things to do…” He smirked, pushing his distress aside and made his way towards the homes that housed the men who had made fun of his poet’s heart. ‘I’ll show all those buggers.’

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“No…she wouldn’t let me…why are you bringing this up now?” He snarled.

“I’m sorry…it’s just…part of the reason you’ve been so…” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I claimed you…that night…the first night we met…I used my knife to cut you…and I…” She felt tears wanting to fall, and when Spike dumped her on the floor and stood to pace the room she couldn’t hold it in any longer, gut-wrenching sobs escaped her, causing her to gasp for air. Hiding her hands in her face she waited for his response as she cried.

“What the bloody hell is wrong with you?” He growled viciously. “No bloody wonder I’ve been chasing you and seriously contemplating leaving Dru for you. I knew it couldn’t be because I wanted it. I don’t. You’re making it happen…making me fall for you.”

She felt broken when he slammed out of the room in search of Dru.

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She crawled in her window and got into bed. She couldn’t stay at the hotel with all of the reminders of him there. So lost in her emotions she didn’t even notice the dark brooding figure that followed her home. She didn’t notice as he silently slipped into her room and shocked her twice with the cattle prod he was carrying.

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Spike felt a shock go through him and ignored it, thinking it was just his anger, not realizing it was his mate and she was in trouble. He could’t find Dru.

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Joyce stopped outside Buffy’s door. She tapped softly. Not hearing a sound she opened the door. Buffy lay on her bed, turned towards the door, her blankets were on the floor beside her bed. Picking them up Joyce placed them on top of her sleeping daughter.

‘She’s so warm.’ Joyce placed a hand against her forehead. Frowning she headed downstairs to write Buffy a note and call herself a taxi. ‘I’ll just call the school when I land.’

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“That was close wasn’t it?” Angel murmured to himself. He picked her up and carried her to the window. Holding tight to her unconscious form he leapt gracefully to the ground and made off with his prize.

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She felt like crap. Absolute crap. Her eyes hurt, and for some reason she couldn’t move her arms. ‘NO!!! Oh god no. It couldn’t be…but he knows I love him why would he…’ And then she felt it. Not Spike. She opened her eyes, they flashed dangerously as she stared at the vampire before her. Her anger turned quickly to shock as she took in the sight behind him.
Pictures of her adorned the wall, the entire wall. None of it had been there the last time she had been in his apartment.

He had taken her pale blue cashmere sweater, she saw it sitting on top of the desk against the wall, he had drawings of her, drawings he had obviously done. Her blood ran cold as Angels’ eyes roamed her body.

“Morning Buffy…I thought you were gonna sleep the day away…” She rattled the chains that held her.

“Angel let me down.”

“No.” He took a few steps closer. “Not until you admit…that you love me…I know you have at least some tiny feeling for me…you wouldn’t have kissed me and wanted to be with me so badly if you didn’t. I just don’t know why you went to him instead.”

Buffy rolled her eyes and glared at him. “You really think this is the way to go about getting me back? You are an idiot Angel. I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

“Just...give me something...a crumb...the barest smidgen...tell me ... maybe, someday, there's a chance.” He begged.

Buffy tilted her head back, inviting him closer. Her voice was low, he leaned in, anticipating her confession. “Angel ... the only chance you had with me was when I was unconscious.” Buffy grinned. It felt soooo good to say that to him.

Angel growled, raising his fist.

“Bad dog…” Dru walked in and placed a restraining arm on the suddenly vamped Angel. “Daddy…this isn’t right…she doesn’t love you anymore…and Grand-mum is gone…we only have each other left.” Dru purred softly. She struck, fangs embedding in his throat. Taking a few pulls of powerful sire’s blood she looked into his eyes. “Mine.” She growled softly, snapping her teeth at him.

Angel drew back and glanced at Buffy, seeing nothing but anger and contempt in her eyes he turned back to his childe. He cupped her cheek and leaned in. Sinking his fangs into her cool flesh he swallowed her blood. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. “Mine.” He whispered softly, tears in his eyes all the while.

She pushed him away slightly and walked over to Buffy. “Take care of him…I know he loves you…don’t let him go down there…don’t let it happen again?” She asked, tears clinging to her lashes.

“I love him too…” Buffy said softly.

Dru smiled. “I know…I think that he was meant for you…when I found him I saw you then, floating in his brain…even then he waited for you…” Dru smiled sadly. “I always knew…tried to make it different and it didn’t work…maybe you can…”

Dru went back to Angel and got the keys to the shackles that held the blonde slayer. Returning to her side she unlocked the cuffs. “We are leaving Daddy and I…please take care of him…”

“I will…” Buffy whispered, tears falling slowly from her eyes. “Thank you Dru…”

“It’s all for him…it always has been.”

Buffy nodded, now knowing exactly what she meant.

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Spike let out a howl of rage when he felt his connection with Dru break. ‘Nooooo Baby you were all I had left.’ He knew she wasn’t dust, just that she was claimed by someone other than him.

He felt Buffy’s anger and contempt; ignoring it he turned down the alley and continued walking.
He spotted a tasty morsel leaving through the back door of the club with two guys. ‘Just what I need to take my mind off of the little blonde I can’t seem to get out of my head, and the fact that Dru is lost to me now. Grinning he listened to their conversation.

“Alright. Which one's Dwayne and which one's Dell?” She asked leaning towards the tattoo-adorned man. “Don't tell me. Dell's the one with the tattoos. You guys weren't lyin' about havin' a Cadillac, were you? 'Cause I'm crazy about a Cad. Just the feel of the leather makes me wanna... Where'd you go? What's going on? Where are you guys? Not funny!” She glanced around nervously. “Who are you?” She asked spotting Spike leaning against the alley wall.

”Who do you want me to be?” He purred seductively.

“Did you see...”

”...those two losers who thought they were good enough for you?” Spike snorted.

“What happened to 'em?”

“They got sleepy.”

”Huh?”

”And you got something a whole lot better.” Spike put his arm around her and led her from the alley.

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He sat beside her and watched the confusion on her face as she slowly opened her yellow eyes and blinked. “Wha?”

“Eat something…” He murmured soothingly, bringing her mouth to his neck.

Her fangs slid into his pale flesh and she let out a moan of satisfaction. He could smell her arousal, but it did nothing for him.

She reached for the zipper on his pants and he swatted her hand away. Sheila pulled back and licked her lips. “You are mi…”

Spike backhanded her before she finished speaking. “Don’t even think it. Don’t belong to you and I never will.” He stood and paced the room.

“But I thought you…”

“What loved you? He snorted. “Sheila I love syphilis more than I even like you. You were just convenient.” He growled viciously. Being the evil vampire that he was he didn’t give a second thought to the tears he saw falling. “Clean this place up.” She growled kicking the pizza box he saw lying on the floor.

“My…my mom will be home in the morning…she works nights…” She sniffled.

“That so? Let’s get out of here then.” He growled pulling her to her feet. He dragged her to the factory he used to share with Dru, without stopping to think why he didn’t take her to the hotel room he’d shared with Buffy.

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“Mr. Giles…” She called walking into the library, bag clutched tightly in her hand.

“Yes…” He asked coming out from the stacks, a little surprised to see a young Jamaican girl standing there. “Can I help you? Do you need some books for class?” Giles glanced at her bag. ‘I don’t remember anything about a transfer from Jamaica.’

“I’m Kendra. De Vampire slayer.” She said softly. “My watcher sent me here…he said ya needed me…”

“Oh dear lord.” Giles murmured sitting at the table and polishing his glasses. “But…but I have a slayer.”

“Nonsense! Dere is but one, and I am she.” Kendra said vehemently.

Giles rested his head in his hands. “So. You were sent here?”

”Yes, by my Watcher…Mr. Zabuto.”

Giles cleared his throat. “Your Watcher is, i-is Sam Zabuto, you say?”

”Yes, sir.”

”We've never met, but he, he's, he's very well-respected. There's obviously some, some misunderstanding here…my slayer is not dead.” Giles shook his head.

“Hey!” Willow called out entering the library.

“Where is she?” Xander asked pulling Cordy into the library behind him.

“Identify yourself!” Kendra crouched into her fight stance.

“These are Buffy’s friends…Buffy is my slayer who I might add again is very much alive.”

”Friends of a slayer?” Kendra asked thoroughly confused. “I don't understand.”

“Uh-uh, Kendra, uh, there are a-a-a few people, uh, ci-civilians if you like, who, who know Buffy's identity. Willow, Xander, Cordilla, a-a- and they also, um, spend time together, uh, socially.”

”And you allow dis, sir?” Kendra asked condescendingly.

”Well, uh...”

”But de Slayer must work in secret for security.”

”Of course, uh, but, uh, with Buffy, however, it-it's, um, some flexibility is required.”

”Why?”

”W-what's goin' on?” Willow asked nervously.

”Apparently there's been a really big mix-up. Uh, it seems somehow that, uh, another Slayer has been sent to Sunnydale.”

”Is that even possible? I mean, two Slayers at the same time?” Willow asked confused.

”Not to my knowledge. Um, th-the new Slayer is only called after the previous Slayer has died. Uh... Oh, good Lord! She was dead.”

”But she was only gone for a minute.” Xander piped up. “I saved her…”

”Clearly it doesn't matter how long she was gone. She was physically dead! Thus causing the activation of the, the next Slayer.”

”She died?”

”Just a little.” Xander murmured.

”She drowned, but she was revived.” Giles said pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and finger.

”So there really are two of them?” Willow asked excitedly.

”It would seem so. This is completely unprecedented! I'm quite flummoxed.” Giles murmured.

“Ok, I’m all with the wiggins over the new slayer and all but…Buffy. Where is she?” Xander sat at the table, pulling his girlfriend into his lap.

“She won’t be in school today, her mother called from her trip, Principal Snyder just informed me she was ill.” Giles murmured, noticing the bandage on Cordy’s neck his eyes zeroed in. “What happened?”

“It was bleach wonder. He bit her and then apologized. APPOLIGISED! And left her…didn’t try to finish her off…that’s why I wanted to talk to Buffy…”

Giles snorted. “I am sure you must be mistaken…vampire’s do not feel remorse…”

“I was there Giles…he looked into my eyes and said he was sorry…I could see it in his eyes.” Cordy said softly. “I…Giles I should have been dead…he…he had me…his fangs were in my neck…and he just let me go…”

Stunned Giles sat at the table and removed his glasses. He didn’t speak until he had them polished to a brilliant shine.

Kendra stayed eerily quiet, listening to the talk of a remorseful vampire with thinly disguised disgust.

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Buffy let herself into the house. She was starved so she let herself into the kitchen. She noticed the note right away, it being taped to the fridge and all.

Buffy

I noticed how warm you were this morning so I called you in sick to school. Please rest today. I don’t know if you remembered that I was going out of town for a week, but I had to, for the Gallery. I’ll be home in a week and two days. I love you, money is in the usual spot. My hotel number is by the phone. Please be good while I’m gone.
Love mom.

Sighing she taped the note back to the fridge. She went over to the phone and sure enough there was her mother’s hotel number, written in red ink. She noticed the light on the answering machine blinking.

She pushed play and listened.

“Buffy…it’s Giles…something’s happened…I don’t want to tell you over the phone…I don’t want to worry you…please contact me as soon as possible. Your mother called the school to say you .would be home ill today, so if I haven’t heard from you by the time school lets out I will head over and check on you…Alright then goodbye.”

She sighed and picked up the phone. She dialed the library and waited for Giles to pick up.

“Hello?”

“Hey Giles. What’s the what?” She asked.

“I don’t know how to tell you this…I…”

“Just tell me watcher o’ mine.”

“Well it seems a few things have happened…first there was a new slayer called…”

‘Kendra. Oh god Kendra is here.’ Buffy smiled. “Cause I died?” She asked.

“Yes…she was sent here…by her watcher…”

“Can I meet her?” Buffy asked, surprising the old man.

“You are taking this awfully calmly.”

“Yeah well…what’s the sense in wiggin’ if I can’t change it right?” She asked.

“Yes quite…well Xander and Cordilla stopped by…it seems she was attacked last night…”

“Oh my god! Is she okay? I mean obviously she is if she was there right? Please tell me she’s okay and what attacked her so I can kill it…”

“I…you may want to re-think that…I think we should come over there after school if you are up to visitors…”

“Uh…yeah…I’m fine…slayer healing and all that…”

“Alright…well than we shall be over a little after three.”

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Buffy was seriously wigged. Not only had Spike attacked Cordy, but he had let her go and apologized. this was still evil soulless chipless Spike…and Kendra…she was still the same. At least this time she didn’t get a hold of Angel.

Buffy asked Giles to keep Kendra at his place for a few days, until she spoke to Spike to find out why he let Cordy go, she didn’t want him staked by accident. Giles agreed, saying he would like to talk to Spike himself, and add his findings to his watchers journal.

That was one of the reasons she was so pissed. Two days. She hadn’t seen or heard from him in two days. He was changing weather he wanted to or not, and he was staying away from her. She knew he just needed time to adjust. She was willing to give him that if he didn’t kill anyone.

As she approached the next cemetery she felt him. Spike. She sensed another presence and approached cautiously.

“Slayer… so nice of you to join me an’ my girl.” Spike turned and wrapped his arm around Shelia’s shoulder. “We were out lookin’ for a tasty snack…”

Buffy grinned. “Trying to make me jealous?” She batted her eyelashes at him.

“Why would I want you to be jealous pet? Just tryin to introduce you to my new girl.” Spike leaned over Sheila and kissed her softly. Sheila whimpered when he broke the kiss and turned back to Buffy.

Buffy shocked him by laughing. laughing! She took a few steps closer to him. “Spike…no matter what you think you can’t replace me. She could never be anything to you. She couldn’t make you feel what I can…” She leaned a little closer to him.

Spike’s fists were curled tightly into fists at his sides, he was clenching his jaw with supreme concentration, trying desperately not to grab Buffy and pull her against him. He inhaled her scent. ‘I don’t want her. I don’t’ He kept repeating it to himself, hoping that if he thought it enough it would be true.

Sheila let out an indignant growl of jealousy and lunged for Buffy, who was inches from her sire. Buffy backhanded her, sending her flying into a tombstone.

Buffy swept Spike’s feet from under him, and straddled his waist, pressing her stake lightly against his chest. “I know you’re upset with me, angry even…”

“You know nothing little girl.” He growled trying to buck her off. Suddenly he stilled. He ripped his shirt down the middle. “You know what? Do it. Bloody just do it.”

”What?” Buffy squeaked.

”End ... my ... torment. Seeing you, every day, everywhere I go, every time I turn around. Take me ... out of a world ... that has you in it!” He growled to punctuate his anger. “Just kill me!”

Suddenly the stake was gone from her hand, flying unerringly into Sheila’s un-beating heart. She had gotten up and started towards Buffy and when the slayer felt her approach, without taking her eyes from Spike she let her stake fly. Spike sighed as she turned to dust before his eyes.

“Come on. We need to talk.” She said getting up from him and offering him her hand. “I’ll make you some Cocoa…I think we even have some of those little marshmallows.”

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TBC…Please let me know what you think…

Thank you so much for the positive reviews and feedback…I hope you are still reading, and I hope this chapter isn’t too confusing…Spoilers for ‘I only have eyes for you…’

I remember you_7

They got to the door of Buffy’s house, and she so used to him being there with her she had forgotten he had never been invited in. So holding his hand she walked casually over the threshold.

She was jerked back when Spike couldn’t enter and hit the barrier. “Uh…luv…I need to be invited…what the bloody hell is your watcher teaching you?”

“I…I know I just forgot…I was thinking…” Buffy said softly. “Come in Spike.”

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“I’ve found a way to anchor his soul. I have to go and tell him. Once I complete the ritual I can come back here and be with you.”

“Is that what you really want? You’ve seen how crazy my life is Jenny…are you sure you can…”

“I love you Rupert. This…this thing with my clan and Angel…it’s a century old. It’s the first thing I was taught, they groomed me to do this…I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I couldn’t. I hope you understand…”

“I do it’s just…what if…”

“We can’t live our lives on what if’s Rupert. We can’t. I love you and I’m willing to do what it takes to keep you…I hope you can say the same.”

“You…you love me? Really?”

“More than anything.” She said softly leaning in to kiss him gently.

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Spike sat at the kitchen island, his eyes focusing only on the liquid in the mug. His hands were wrapped securely around the barely touched contents.

He couldn’t look at her, still unsure how to broach the subject. They had been sitting for about twenty minutes.

“Spike…I’m sorry…”

“Don’t.” He looked up at her then. She averted her eyes, unable to take the intensity of his gaze. “I’m still not sure about this Buffy…how do I know what I’m feeling is real? How do I know it’s not just part of the claim?” He asked. “I think…I think I just need some time away…some time…not to hurt you or try to prove to myself I don’t need you…because I’m starting to think that I do. I just need some time to see if this is real…can you give me that?” He asked.

She glanced across the room at him, suddenly aching to be in his arms. The way he was looking at her, the love she saw shining in his eyes, she needed the re-assurance of his touch.

“Yeah…I can give you anything…” She said softly, taking the few steps towards him that would bring her within arms reach. “Could you do something for me though?” She requested softly.

“What’s that then? He lifted her chin so their eyes locked.

“Will you just…just…hold me…for a while…I know you want to leave…”

“Don’t want to slayer. I never want to leave your side…but I have to …I need to know if my feelings are real…do you understand the difference?” He asked.

“Yeah…I do…I just…love you so much…and I know that’s not what you need to hear right now…but I do…and I need you…” unshed tears glistened in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

“Come on then…let’s go get tucked in…” He said softly, taking her by the hand he let her lead him upstairs.

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Buffy turned off the light after shutting her door. Silently she lifted the covers from her bed and crawled in. Spike got in the other side and pulled her against him, his nose automatically seeking her out. He pressed his face against her and inhaled deeply.

She snuggled closer and winced slightly when her sore side pressed up against him. “What’s wrong?” He asked tensing.

“My side’s just a little sore…” She murmured resting her head against him. “I missed you.”

“Don’t change the subject slayer, why is your side sore? Some nasty get a hold of you?” He pulled back and started lifting her shirt slightly.

“It’s fine Spike…” She tried to push her shirt back down.

“Let me see…” He growled impatiently. Pushing her on to her back and lifting the shirt again he gazed down with yellow eyes at the fading bruise. “I’m gonna go turn on the light...”

“There’s a lamp…” She leaned over and flicked it on. Buffy lay back down so he could inspect her wound. His eyes flew to hers and then focused on her bruised, chaffed wrists. It was minimal thanks to slayer healing, but still slightly visible. He grabbed one arm roughly bringing it closer so he could inspect the marks more closely. “What’s this?” He growled.

“I…” She tugged her arm free and rubbed her wrist gently. “I was shackled…”

“WHAT?” He roared invading her personal space. “Who touched you? Who dared to lay their hands on you?” His face was inches from hers.

“Spike…it’s ok…” She said softly. She closed her eyes, being unable to handle the possesiveness in his gaze. ‘He’s still not ready to admit it, so it’s too hard to see it.’

“It is bloody well not okay.” He growled, pressing closer still. “Who did it slayer?”

“I…it was Angel…he…”

“You let him shackle you?” Spike asked incredulously. “Why?”

“I didn’t let him do anything…” She sad angrily, pushing him away a little. “He knocked me out…that’s the fading bruise from the cattle prod…then he took me back to his place, He wanted me to admit to him that I felt something for him…”

Spike’s inhuman howl of rage startled her for a moment. “I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch. I
warned him…I bloody well warned him…” Spike leapt from the bed and headed for the door.

“He’s gone.” She said softly.

“What do you mean gone?”

She told him in detail what had happened. By the time she was finished Spike had her wrapped securely in his arms. “I should have been there…I should have been with you…but I was too bloody stubborn to admit…I knew…I felt it…you…and I blew it off cause I was so bloody angry. I’m such an idiot.” He pulled her into his lap. “I’m so sorry…I should have come for you…”

“Shhhhh…it’s okay…you’re here with me now…”

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“I have to go luv…Sun’ll be up soon…” He whispered.

“Don’t go…” She cried clinging tighter to him. “Please don’t leave me…Oh god Spike… No! No, you’ve done enough! You could still…”

“Shhhhh…” He whispered against her hair. Buffy startled from her dream. ‘Nightmare.’

“Bad dream…” Buffy murmured, burrowing further into his embrace. ‘Why was I dreaming about that? it was the worst night of my life.’

“I’ve got to go…you be alright?” He asked.

“Yeah…I…I think I’m gonna go to school…just…you know do normal stuff…hang out with the gang…you’ll know where to find me when you decide what you’re gonna do?” She asked.

“I can feel you…I’ll always know where to find you.” He whispered. Spike kissed her tenderly and
then got up from her bed.

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‘I just have to continue to live my life normally, if I don’t I’ll go crazy.’ Buffy thought determinedly walking into the school.

Things went okay for the next two weeks. She didn’t see Spike once in all that time, although he did see her. Spike stayed far enough away that she wouldn’t be able to fee him, but close enough that if something happened to her he would be able to help.

Buffy was strolling down the hallway, deep in thought over her missing love, when suddenly she bumped into someone.

“Oh…sorry…” He said grabbing her by the shoulders to steady her. “Actually…I’m kinda glad I ran into you…I wanted to ask you something…you know the dance tomorrow night? Are you going?”

”You mean the Sadie Hawkins thing? The deal where the girls ask the boys?” Buffy asked, pulling away from him slightly.

”Yeah. And I thought maybe, you know, if you're free, you might ask me. “

”Oh, gosh... I...” She frowned and retreated a little further.

”Oh, oh, hey, hey, no, don't, don't worry about it...” He said raising his hands and backing away.

”No, no, you seem like a really great guy, it's...I’m sorta seeing someone…he doesn’t go here…”

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“Come back here! We're not finished! You don't care anymore, is that it?” The boy screamed angrily.

”No, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter what I feel.” The girl was sobbing.

The boy grabbed her by her upper arms. “Then tell me you don't love me.” He shook her roughly. “Say it!”

”Will that help? Is that what you need to hear? I don't. I don't! Now let me go.” She tried to pull away.

“No! A person doesn't just wake up one day and stop loving somebody.” He took a step back, raised a revolver, pulled the hammer back and aimed it at her. She looked at the gun, then up at him, with fright in her eyes.

“Love is forever. I'm not afraid to use it. I swear! If I can't be with you...”

”Hey!” Buffy called out walking towards the arguing couple.

”Oh, my God!” The girl murmured, she turned from him and started to run.

”DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME, BITCH!”

Buffy kicked him in the arm that held the gun, stopping him from shooting. ‘Oh god! I remember this…the ghosts.’

”What happened?” He asked shakily.

”What happened?! You just went O.J. on your girlfriend!” Buffy cringed. ‘Think Buffy think. Can’t tell them you know cause you’re from the future…’

The girl had returned. Her eyes were downcast, she couldn’t look at him.

”This is nuts! I... I don't know why I got so mad.”

”Because you're a jerk?” Buffy asked glaring at him. ‘A Slayer dream…I can say it was in a slayer dream…’

”He's not. We weren't even fighting a few minutes ago.” The girl said coming to his defense.

”We weren't, I, I swear to God!” He added.

”If you weren't fighting, then why'd you have a gun?” Buffy asked.

”I don't, I don't know. I don't even know where I got it.” He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.

”I don't see any gun.” The janitor, who had joined them added.

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“You can't make me disappear just because you say it's over.” He said angrily, tossing his broom to the side.

”There's no way we can be together. No way people will ever understand. Accept it.” She said clutching her class planner tighter.

”Is that what this is about? What other people think?” He asked.

”No! I just want you to be able to have some kind of a normal life. We can never have that. Don't you see?” She cried.

”I don't give a damn about a normal life! I'm going crazy not seeing you. I think about you every minute.” He said voice heavy with unshed tears.

”I know. But it's over. It has to be.” She said firmly before walking away.

”Come back here! We're not finished yet! You don't care anymore? Is that it?” He asked angrily as he followed her.

“It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter what I feel.” She sobbed.

”Then tell me you don't love me.” He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. “Say it!”

”Will that help? Is that what you have to hear? I don't. I don't. Now let me go.” She tried to pull away from his grasp.

”No. A person doesn't just wake up one day and stop loving somebody.” A gun materialized in his hand. He took a step back, raised the revolver, pulled the hammer back and aimed it at her. She glanced at the gun, frightened.

”Love is forever. I'm not afraid to use it. I swear. If I can't be with you...”

”Oh, my God.” She backed away.

”DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME, BITCH!” He screamed.

Giles noticed the loud yelling coming from the hallway. He looked up from his desk. Getting up, he took off his glasses and walked out of his office to the area behind the checkout counter. There he heard a faint female voice.

”I need you.”

”Jenny? Back already?” He smiled happily and slipped from the library.

”Don't! Don't do that, damn it! Don't talk to me like I'm some dumb...” He pulled the trigger.
She fell over the balcony landing with a sickening thud on the tile below.

”What's going on?” He asked.

”What's going on? You just shot a woman.” Giles gestured to the body on the floor.

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“How come we've never heard about this murder-suicide thing before? When did it happen?” Xander asked.

”1955.” Buffy said softly.

”How did you know?” Willow asked, glancing at her best friend.

”Okay, here's the new strangeness. I dreamt about this woman…” She pointed to yearbook photo. “Grace Newman, the other day. Her and this guy.” She pointed out a young man.

“Jim Stanley? He's the one. He did it.” Willow nodded.

”Your dreams are getting wicked accurate, Buff. You wouldn't happen to see me coming across some big cash? Or possibly knowing the love of a woman? In a full body sense?”

”He couldn't make her love him, so he killed her. Sicko.” Buffy closed her eyes and sighed. ‘What am I gonna do? Angelus saved me last time…he hasn’t made an appearance…so who’s gonna save me now?’

”He looks so normal on this picture. He was smart, too. He made the honor roll.”

”Smart.” Buffy snorted. ‘If I don’t go through with it, more innocent people will die…’

”He killed a person and killed himself. Those are pretty much two of the dumbest things you could do.”

”I know, but... Well, don't you feel kind of bad for them?” Willow asked.

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“Fun fact about wasps. They have no taste for the undead. Not that a sting would do me any damage, it's just... tonight's special. I wanted to look my best for you.” He said softly stepping closer.

”You're the only one. The only person I can talk to.” She said quietly.

”Gosh, slayer. That's really pathetic.”

”You can't make me disappear just because you say it's over.”

”Actually... I can. In fact... I just want you to be able to have some kind of normal life. We can never have that, don't you see?” Spike asked.

”I don't give a damn about a normal life! I'm going crazy not seeing you. I think about you every minute.” Buffy whimpered.

Spike raised his hand gently to her cheek.

She raised her hand gently to his cheek. He looked down sadly.

”I know. But it's over. It has to be!”

She turned around and started to leave. He glanced up again and started to chase after her.

Buffy chased after Spike. “Come back here! We're not finished! You don't care anymore, is that it?”

”It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter what I feel.” Spike was sobbing.

”Then tell me you don't love me!” Buffy cried.

“Say it!” He begged.

”Is that what you need to hear? Will that help? I don't.” She said flatly.

”I don't. Now let me go.” Spike pulled back.

”No. A person doesn't just wake up and stop loving somebody!” Buffy snarled.

She kept her eyes on him. He took a step back, raised a revolver, pulled the hammer back and aimed it at her.

Spike glanced at the gun and then at Buffy, frightened.

“Love is forever. I'm not afraid to use it, I swear! If I can't be with you...” She stared down the revolver at him

”Oh, my God!” He whispered. He turned around and started running out in the hall towards the balcony.

She ran towards the hall, straight towards the balcony.

”DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME...” He screamed.

”...BITCH!” Buffy screamed as she ran after him.

he ran after her.

Spike barged through the door out onto the balcony.

”Stop it! Stop it! Don't make me!” Buffy begged.

”All right. Just...” Spike turned to face Buffy.

She turned around to face him. “You know you don't want to do this. Let's both... just calm down. Now give me the gun.” She held out her hand to him.

”Don't. Don't do that, damn it!” He shouted.

”Don't talk to me like I'm some stupid...” Buffy shouted. A shot was fired. Spike flinched when he felt the bullet enter his chest. Spike’s hand moved to cover the wound. He pulled his hand back and saw the blood. Spike looked up at Buffy. She stared back at Spike in open-mouthed shock at what she just did.

”James.” He said softly.

She went into shock as the bullet entered her body, slowly she began to fall backward. She tumbled over the balcony railing down to the base of the stairs below.

Buffy just stared in shock.

He saw her below him, lying dead with her eyes closed. He slowly walked back into the hall.

Spike was lying prone at the base of the stairs below.

Buffy walked slowly into the music room.

Spike’s eyes suddenly shot open. He propped himself up on his elbows and glanced up at the balcony.

Buffy walked over to the record player at the back of the room. She turned it on and began to play the record she found.

My love must be a kind of blind love

Buffy glanced into a mirror, He was looking back at her. Buffy’s eyes were full of tears as she stared at him.

He looked down at the gun in his hand.

I can't see anyone but you

The gun was clenched tightly in Buffy’s hand. She raised it slowly. A strong hand on her arm stilled the upward motion, and pushed her arm back down. She turned to find herself face to face with Spike.

”Grace!” Buffy’s face lit up.

”Don't do this.” Spike begged.

”But…but I killed you.” Buffy said anguished.

”It was an accident. It wasn't your fault.” Spike said softly.

”Oh, it is my fault. How could I...” The tears formed behind Buffy’s eyes.

”Shhh. I'm the one who should be sorry, James. You thought I stopped loving you. But I never did. I loved you with my last breath.” Spike said softly.

Buffy was sobbing brokenly.

“Shhh... No more tears.” Spike said softly pulling her into his arms.

They shared a sweet kiss. A final kiss. A kiss goodbye.

Spike and Buffy shared a passionate kiss. Holding each other tightly they continued to kiss. Above them in the ceiling a bright light appeared, as the spirits of Grace and James left this world for the next. As quickly as it appeared the light vanished. Buffy and Spike gently broke off their kiss and opened their eyes.

“Spike.” She whispered, resting her forehead against him.

Suddenly he growled, and pushed her away. Spike ran from the room, leaving Buffy there in shock.

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Restless tonight
Cause I wasted the light
Between both these times
I drew a really thin line
It’s nothing I planned
And not that I can
But you should be mine
Across that line

Spike was pacing like a caged animal. ‘I bloody well know what I want. So why did I get so scared and run away?’ He grabbed his duster off the bed and slammed the hotel room door behind himself. ‘Gotta go get what’s mine.’

If I traded it all
If I gave it all away for one thing
Just for one thing
If I sorted it out
If I knew all about this one thing
Wouldn’t that be something

‘I could see the love in his eyes. Why is he doing this to me? Is he trying to punish me? Or maybe that is my punishment. For him to be ashamed of me this time.’ Buffy laughed bitterly. ‘Just when I have it all figured out and finally know what he means to me, he dies. Now that I have a chance to fix everything He can’t be with me.’

I promise I might
Not walk on by
Maybe next time
But not this time

Even though I know
I don’t want to know
Yeah I guess I know
I just hate how it sounds

If I traded it all
If I gave it all away for one thing
Just for one thing
If I sorted it out
If I knew all about this one thing
Wouldn't that be something

Buffy didn’t hear the soft tapping on her window at first, didn’t even clue in to the fact that she could feel him outside her window. She turned, when the tapping became more insistent.

Walking over to the window she opened it. “Hey.”

“Come with me.” Was all he said as he held out his hand.

Not hesitating for an instant she placed her tiny warm hand in his. Spike’s hand closed over hers and he helped her climb out of her window and into the tree. He pulled her against him and held her tight. “I’m sorry.” He whispered into her hair.

“Where are we going?” She whispered back.

“That matter?” He asked.

“No.” She answered pressing closer to him.

If I traded it all
If I gave it all away for one thing
Just for one thing
If I sorted it out
If I knew all about this one thing
Wouldn't that be something?

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Song used One thing By Finger Eleven

TBC…Please let me know if you liked the extra long chapter…the ghost thing was REALLY hard to write, but I hope it captured something…and LOTS of SPUFFY lovin’ in the next chapter…I promise.

Thank you so much for the reviews, e-mails and words of encouragement. I hope you are still enjoying this one.

I remember you_8

Spike led her to the door of the hotel room silently. He swept her up into his arms and gazed into her eyes. “You ready?” He asked.

“Always.” She sighed softly and rested her head against his shoulder.

“I want you to close your eyes…” He said softly, kissing each eyelid when she complied.
She felt him push the door open and step over the threshold. She heard the door shut behind them. The room smelled amazing. A smile lit her face, though she kept her eyes tightly shut.

Spike set her down on the edge of the bed. “No peekin’ now.” He whispered kissing the top of her head. She nodded to show she had heard him.

She listened to him move about the room. She heard the familiar flick of his Zippo and grinned when she smelled the wax from the now burning candles.

“I heard this song the other day…it…it made me think of you…of us…” He said softly taking her hand and pulling her to her feet. “Open your eyes luv…dance with me…” Buffy glanced around the room and gasped in delight. Spike had placed candles everywhere. the bed was adorned with all kinds of flower petals.

“Oh my god Spike! It’s beautiful.” She said softly glancing at him with unshed tears in her eyes.

“Didn’t know what kind of flower you like…so I got a bunch of different ones.” He shrugged. “Wanted to make this special Buffy. It should have been special your first time…”

“It was Spike. It was you.” She said softly.

Spike gave her a shy smile and pulled her over to the radio he had set up. He pushed play on the CD player. Taking her in his arms as the song started he pulled her up against him. Their bodies moved together as if they were one.

It's been awhile
Since I could
Hold my head up high
And It's been awhile
Since I first saw you
And It's been awhile
Since I could stand
on my own two feet again
And it's been awhile
Since I could call you

“I’m so sorry that I hurt you Buffy...I didn’t want to…while I was away from you…I missed you so much…I just needed to be sure…” He kissed her softly.

And everything I can't remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
The consequences that I've rendered
I stretched myself beyond my means

“I was wrong…so wrong when I said I wasn’t sure about you…and when I said I wasn’t sure my feelings were real… nothing feels right but being with you luv…nothing feels right without you by my side…I was a stubborn fool not to realize it before…but when you had that gun in your hand and you were raising it…” He trailed off as his eyes glistened over. He captured her mouth in another tender kiss.

And It's been awhile
Since I can say
That I wasn't addicted and
It's been awhile
Since I can say
I love myself as well and
It's been awhile
Since I've gone and fucked things up
Just like I always do
and it's been a while
But all that shit seems to disappear when I'm with you

“Buffy I want to be with you…please give me the chance to prove to you that I can be the man you already believe me to be…the man you deserve to have hold you every night…I want to be that man…” Her hand came up and caressed the side of his face.

And everything I can't remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
The consequences that I've rendered
I've gone and fucked things up again

Why must I feel this way?
Just make this go away
Just one more peaceful day

“Nothing feels as real…as right, nothing has ever made me want to be a better man but you do Buffy, you do. I know that now…I’m meant to be with you…sometimes I look at you and I feel like you’ve been in my heart for longer than I could possibly know…I feel like you’ve wrapped yourself around me and won’t ever let me go…that doesn’t terrify me as much as it once did. It’s almost like you’ve always been mine…that I was just waiting for you…and I’ve only now realized it.”

And it's been awhile
Since I could
Look at myself straight
And it's been awhile
Since I said I'm sorry
And it's been a while
Since I've seen the way
that candles light your face
And it's been a while
But I can still remember just the way you taste

“I love you. I love you so much…” Spike murmured softly. He picked her up and carried her over to the bed. “If you decide you’re gonna give me another chance…after how I’ve hurt you…I’ll never leave your side…I’ll do what ever it takes to have you…to be yours…I’m your willing slave Buffy.”

And everything I can't remember
as fucked up as it all may seem
To be,
I know it's me
I cannot blame this on my father
He did the best he could for me

And it's been a while
Since I could
Hold my head up high
And it's been awhile
Since I said I'm sorry

Buffy felt her heart swell with pride. “I know you can be a good man. I’ve always known…”

“Can I make love to you Buffy?” He asked trailing kisses over her jaw.

Buffy moaned in pleasure. “Yes. Yes Spike…that’s what you’ve been doing since the moment I saw you outside my room…you’ve been loving me. I’m ready…I’m so ready for you…nothing is ever gonna come between us…no misunderstandings…no threats…no caring about what anyone thinks…I’m yours and you are mine…forever…” She finished undoing the buttons on his shirt and pushed it off of his shoulders.

“You make me fee so…whole…I’ve never felt this way…” Spike murmured leaning over her and kissing her softly. Buffy arched up into him, wanting as much contact with his body as she could get.

Spike pushed his denim-clad cock against her heated center. Buffy wrapped her legs around him. “Off…” She tugged at his jeans. Spike pulled back and undid his jeans, watching her parted thighs fall to the bed, still covered in her yummy sushi pajamas She gazed up at him with lust filled eyes. “I need you Spike…I need you inside of me…”

Spike growled and pulled his jeans off. His cock sprang free of the constricting material. Buffy reached for him.

“Uh uh…you need to get undressed first…I want to make love to you and not have to stop to take off your PJ’s…”

Buffy looked up at him shyly before removing her clothing.

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“Can I have one too?” She asked bouncing up and down, clapping her hands. “I haven’t had one since I was human…the only one of our line who hasn’t felt one warring with my demon…”

“Uh…I…”

“She’s with me. She’s fighting with me, She’s really trying to be a white hat, and we’ve claimed each other. I think it would be good for her…” Angel said softly.

“O…Okay…I just…I wasn’t prepared to do two of them…I need another Orbs of Thesulah …”

“I can get you anything you need.” Angel said softly. “I just have to make a phone call and have it delivered…”

Jenny nodded. “I’ll wait.”

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It felt different than it ever had before when Spike slid into her wet heat. She cried out in pleasure, stroking his back gently as he hovered above her and thrust slowly. “I love you…” She whispered.

“I love you too…Buffy…I love you so much…” Spike couldn’t take it anymore. He pressed his weight down onto her warm pliant body. “Need to feel you…need to feel all of you…” He whispered.

“Spike…oh…Spike…I…” She felt whole as he rocked against her, rubbing her in all the right places. Spike like no one else knew how to make her body sing and her spirit come alive.

Spike growled in pleasure. “Make me yours Buffy…” He begged. His demon surged forward and he opened his neck with his sharpened nails. Buffy’s mouth latched on to the wound and she took a few deep pulls of his rich blood.

“Mine.” She whispered against his blood soaked flesh.

“Yours.” He whispered back. Buffy turned her head to the side slightly in invitation. Spike licked her neck, nibbling gently with blunt teeth against his mark. He could feel the need welling up within her. “I love you…” He whispered before sinking his fangs into the mark he placed upon her golden flesh.

“Ohhhhh Spiiiiiike…” She screamed as wave after wave of pleasure coarsed through her body.

Spike felt her slick walls gripping his shaft tightly. “I love you…” she moaned writhing beneath him.
She turned her head back towards him, he leaned down and captured her blood covered lips with his.

He felt his sac tightening, tasting his blood mingling with hers, tasting her mouth, he thrust deeply and let himself go, deep inside her womb.

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“Jenny! You’re back.” Giles grinned and leaned in for a kiss. “How did it go?” He asked.

“It…it was really strange, I saw Angel, told him about the curse…and then Drusilla asked if she could have a soul too…”

“Drusilla? Spike’s ex?” Giles asked incredulously. “Why would she do that?”

“I…I don’t know…but Angel seemed to think it was a good idea…so I went ahead with it…”

FLASHBACK

He held her tightly as her soul entered her body. “Are you okay?” He asked after ten minutes had passed without her speaking.

“I’m fine Angel.” She said softly turning to face him. “It wasn’t your fault. Not really. I was young, and my mum was crazy religious. When she told me my visions were the devils work I believed her, because she was my mother…”

“Dru…are you…”

“I already told you I’m fine…Angel when you were there…when you turned me…I became a monster, but it was because I didn’t have my soul to anchor me. I was weak, and I let you mould me into what you wanted. We were both very different then. Just as we are different now.”

“Dru…I…”

“Shhhh…no feeling guilty. I’ll be alright now. My soul is much stronger…I understand…more than I ever did before…”

END FLASHBACK

“So instead of making her guilty…”

“She’s sane now Rupert…” She’s…completely sane…”

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“Tell me again why I’m helping you do this?” Spike grumbled kissing the back of her neck and cupping her breasts in his palms. He was standing behind her pressed up against her back.

“I told you…I had a slayer dream…I don’t want to have to deal with this later when we could be…doing other things.” She grinned and rubbed her ass suggestively against his hardened length. “Remember my mom’s still out of town for a couple of days so we’re staying at my house...”

“I gotta get us a place luv…we can’t keep stayin’ at the hotel and you sneaking off at sunrise when your mum’s in town.” Spike nuzzled into her neck. “I love it when she goes out of town and we can fall asleep together and wake up together.”

“I do too Spike…it’s just…you have no idea. I’m her little girl…I’m only sixteen…I forget that sometimes…” She said softly leaning back against him. “I can’t wait until we can be together all the time…”

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“Hey, maybe you can have Spike help you find the Gorches.” Willow suggested. They were sitting around the library, discussing the pair. Buffy already knew all about them, and knew what she had to do, but had to pretend like she didn’t. She wasn’t ready to tell them the truth about where she was from. ‘I don’t know if I ever will tell them.’

”Yes! Yes, yes, that's not a bad idea. Strength in numbers.” Giles nodded, polishing his glasses.

”Oh, right. I see a lotta hunting getting done in that scenario.” Xander rolled his eyes.

”Please. Like Spike and I are just helpless slaves to passion. Grow up!” Buffy replied, glaring at him.

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“We have to do this now?” Spike grumbled.

“I told you I could handle it.” Buffy grinned at him. “Besides Mister big bad…if we take car of this now, then the Gorches will be easy…the easier it is to kill them…the longer we have to…” Trailing off she led him down past the boiler room.

“Oi! Bloody hell what is that?” Spike growled when he caught sight of the demon they were to fight.

“That’s what we’re here for…watch out it has some nasty tentacles…” Buffy grimaced as one came towards her. She sliced it cleanly off the mother bezoar. She roared in pain. Wrapping another tentacle around Buffy’s ankle she pulled Buffy towards the pit.

Spike let out an enraged growl and lunged. He threw his sword right into the Bezoar’s eye. Slime shot up out of the pit, covering them both.

“Gross Spike.” She grumbled standing up and wrapping her slime covered arms around him.

“Come on then, let’s go to your house and shower…” he purred. “I think you should be grateful that I saved your pretty arse slayer.” Spike tilted his head and smirked at her.

“Oh thank you. My hero.” Buffy squealed perkily. “How can I ever repay you for getting me all covered in slime?”

“Alright, alright…let’s go get cleaned up…”

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“Oh god…Oh Spike…yeah…harder…” She screamed. She was pushed up against the wall of the shower, warm water sluicing down her body, Spike was buried deep inside her, thrusting deeper and deeper.

His hand snaked down between their bodies, rubbing her clit. “Oh….Spike…Oh yes….”

“I love you Buffy…” He murmured against her hair as he exploded inside of her. Buffy’ slick walls clenched around him as she hurled off the edge into bliss.

They were toweling each other off and sharing a tender kiss when they heard the soft knock on the bathroom door. Buffy glanced at Spike with wide frightened eyes.

She wrapped her towel around herself with shaking hands, checked to make sure Spike was covered and went to the door. She placed her palm flat against it. “Who is it?” She called out timidly.

“Who were you expecting?” Came the reply.

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Song used It’s been awhile by Staind.

TBC… Please let me know if you’re still with me on this one…

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