More Than She Bargained For
by
Vampirische liebe

Buffy threw her stake and spun it in the air, before catching it. What a boring night! Two fledglings that had been easier than…well easy to kill, and absolute zilch since then. Suddenly her spider senses tingled. Whatever it was, was approaching from her left. She spun and staked the surprised Vampire.

“Take that, loser.”

Buffy watched the creature crumble into dust, “For once, couldn’t one of you put up a decent fight? Slayer here and you haven’t given me a chance to use my new moves,” she grumbled. She shrugged her shoulders. Oh well, time to head to Giles’s.

Buffy turned and saw a little Demon in front of her. It was 3ft tall and really quite sweet. It was furry and had a face a bit like a cute Gremlin. Sweet until it spoke that was.

“I have met a few Slayers in my time, but none as over confident as yourself,” it hissed.

Buffy was instantly in battle mode, “So, sue me!” She said flippantly.

“There you go again. You’ll get your comeuppance, Slayer. You and yours shall experience hell.”

“O.k. Not cute anymore,” said Buffy, not in the least worried about her chances against this Demon. Little squirt! She spun around suddenly and aimed a hard kick at the Demon’s head.

The Demon caught Buffy’s foot and threw her through the air. She landed against a tombstone and banged her head. O.k. Not so easy. She sprung back up and waited for the Demon to attack.

It charged her and tried to headbutt her in the stomach. Just before impact, Buffy sidestepped and grabbed it around the neck. Picking it up, she swung with all her might and threw it several yards away. She watched in satisfaction as it crashed into a tomb and fell to the floor, but not before the deep scratches on her arms began to sting. The little fucker had managed to wound her.

Buffy ran over to the Demon, placed her foot on it’s neck and pushed down hard. The Demon’s neck snapped and the furry heap was silenced. Buffy couldn’r resist saying, “That’ll teach you to be so melodramatic. You’re going to hell, Slayer…blah, blah, blah. Heard it all before.”

Buffy took one last look at the Demon and set off for Giles’s. She rolled her neck to loosen the muscles and suddenly felt a bit strange. She didn’t know what the feeling was, but it was gone almost as soon as she had felt it. She shrugged. Probably boredom.

What the Slayer didn’t know was that the Demon she had slain had been a Gefuehlsdieb. It was a Demon that stole an emotion or characteristic from someone and fed off it. It did this by touching a person’s skin and it could only take once from each victim. The victim would be left with the opposite of that emotion, or characteristic, quite often resulting in wrecked relationships between friends and family. In Buffy’s case, the Demon had stolen her hatred of Vampires, when they had touched whilst fighting. The trouble was, by killing the Demon, Buffy had absorbed some of it’s powers; a fact the Demon had fully intended to happen. Instead of feeding off people’s emotions however, Buffy would adopt them.

***

Buffy knocked on Giles’s door and he let her in.

“Hello, Buffy. Slaying all done? I must say, that was quick.”

“Yeah. Major disappointment night. Three fledglings and a little Gremlin thingy of the non-cute variety.”

Why did she suddenly feel sick at the thought of killing Vampires?

“Gremlin?” Asked Giles, thoroughly confused.

Buffy rolled her eyes, “Giles, you cannot tell me that you haven’t seen the film, ‘Gremlins’ ?”

“No, I’m afraid I haven’t,” Giles said. Then he noticed the deep welts on Buffy’s arms, “You’d better get those cleaned up.”

“Sure. Got them courtesy of Mr Gremlin,” she grumbled, as she followed Giles into the kitchen.

Giles reached into a cupboard and pulled out some cotton pads, “You’ll find the rest of the first-aid kit in the bathroom. You can clean the cuts up there. I know you have fast healing powers, but they look deep and it’s best to avoid any infection.”

Giles handed Buffy the pads and their hands touched briefly. The contact caused Buffy to absorb one of Giles’s characteristics - his tolerance. Neither was aware of the change, but they soon would become aware.

“Thanks, Giles.”

“Of course, you’ll have to put up with Spike up there.”

“Spike?”

“Yes, you know, the neutered serial killer that I’m very kindly Vampire sitting for everyone. I know you haven’t seen him since Willow’s spell the other night, but please try not to kill each other.”

“No… I won’t,” Buffy said and then started upstairs. Spike! And of course he was a Vampire. But she liked Vampires, she liked them a lot, so why was Giles worried she’d hurt Spike? Somewhere deep in Buffy’s conscience she knew there was something seriously wrong with that thought, but try as she might she couldn’t remember why.

Buffy opened the bathroom door to find Spike chained in the bath tub as usual, except this time she couldn’t help noticing how good looking he was.

“Oh, bloody hell. Here comes the mighty Slayer to threaten me.”

“Threaten you! No….I would never do that, Spike,” she said gently. “Why would I?”

Spike lifted an eyebrow, “Yes, very funny, Slayer.”

“I wouldn’t. I like Vampires.” Then she blushed as she realized that she was staring at him. God, he was gorgeous.

Spike noticed the blush and wondered what had gotten into the silly bint. Then he smirked. Maybe she was remembering the kisses they had shared whilst under Red’s spell. Well, he was a good kisser after all. He couldn’t really blame her. Hang on a minute! She liked Vampires? Either the Slayer was playing him, or there was something not quite right here.

“Come here, pet.”

Buffy went over to the bathtub and knelt down on the floor to face Spike.

“You like Vampires? And why is that?”

Buffy drowned in his blue eyes, “I…er… I just do. I think Vampires are sexy,” she said breathlessly and smiled at him.

Spike felt himself getting turned on at her nearness and her words, despite trying not to. Then he looked deep into her eyes. He could see the real Buffy struggling against whatever spell was making her act like this and he couldn’t help smiling. So, Red had done another spell had she? Only this time, just the Slayer was affected. Spike was in full control of his senses. Oh, he could have fun with this one. He had urges after all, and if the bint wanted to throw herself at him, well, who was he to turn her down? She was a tasty little thing, plus it would be worth it just to see her face when the spell wore off. He could also get the Slayer to free him, after he had tasted her delights. Inwardly, Spike laughed with glee and mentally thanked the witch for this wonderful opportunity.

“So, why did you come up here, then, Pet?”

Buffy tore her gaze away from his mesmerising eyes and held an arm up, “I need to clean this up,” she pouted.

Spike stared at her bleeding arm and licked his lips. The bloodlust filled him and he craved her blood. But Spike managed to control his Demon. He knew that if he tried to hurt her, the chip in his head would go off. However, if he sipped from her gently, he could accomplish it.

“Let me take care of that for you, Luv. Give me your arm.”

Buffy held her arm out to him and watched in fascination as Spike vamped out, before licking the blood from the welts on her arm. Buffy shuddered at the contact of his icy tongue on her skin. It was the most erotic sensation she had ever felt. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to moan in pleasure. Without knowing, she had also absorbed Spike’s sexual aggression when they touched.

Spike struggled to rein his Demon in. The Slayer’s blood was fantastic. He could taste her strength and the battles she had fought, her moments of triumph and her moments of weakness. He was drowning in her. He opened his eyes and saw hers were closed in ecstatic pleasure. God, he wanted her. He licked the last droplets of blood up, de-vamped and started to place kisses up her arm.

Buffy wasn’t quite sure how it happened, but one moment, she was having her arm licked and the next she was in the bath tub lying on top of Spike and being kissed senseless. She ground her hips against his hard on, feeling the need to take control.

“Set me free, Pet, so I can touch you properly,” he said.

Buffy pulled away from him, with regret, “I can’t. I don’t have the key.”

“Then get it for me…..”

The door suddenly swung open, “Good, God, Buffy. What the hell are you doing in the tub with Spike?” asked Xander.

Buffy turned to face him, her eyes glazed with passion, “I ..erm…”

“She couldn’t keep her hot little hands off me after having a taste the other night,” said a smirking Spike, “Now close the door on your way out, Monkey Boy and let us continue.”

His mouth still agape in shock, Xander slowly sprung into action. He didn’t know why Buffy was smooching with Spike, but it definitely wasn’t right, so he picked her up out of the tub and headed for the door.

“Hey…” began a struggling Buffy, “Who said you could manhandle me?”

“I’m your friend Buffy, and you need help.”

“I’d like to go back to manhandling her,” taunted Spike.

“Shut up, blood breath,” said Xander, finally managing to get Buffy through the doorway.

“Giles!” Shouted Xander, “We’ve got a problem.”

An even bigger problem, if he knew that Buffy had just absorbed his fear.

Giles ran upstairs, “What on Earth is the matter?”

“I found Buffy smooching in the bath tub with Spike..” Xander began

“What! Buffy, is this true?”

“Yes. I like Vampires. I’m hot for them,” she said licking her lips suggestively.

Giles shook his head; “I’ve had just about all I can take from you as your Watcher. You never show me any respect, you sleep with Vampires. This whole situation is intolerable. From now on, you’re on your own.”

“Good! Because I don’t want to kill Vampires. I want to make love to them!”

“O.k. Interrupting with a helpful suggestion here,” said Xander, “Let’s go downstairs and talk through this rationally.

“Please don’t. I’m enjoying this,” called Spike from the bathroom.

“Shut up!” said Giles & Xander in unison.

“Don’t tell him to shut up,” shouted Buffy, “You’re always being horrible to him.”

“Oh, for Pete’s sake. I think I’ve tolerated having a serial killer in my house for long enough, thank you,” Giles shouted back, “It’s time he went.”

“Guys…what is going on up here?” Asked Willow, “ I could hear you from outside.”

“It’s all the fun of the fair here,” contributed Spike, “Your spell has got them at each other’s throats and the Slayer groping me. Not that I mind. I’m a good-looking bloke. I can understand why she can’t keep her hands off me.”

Giles, Buffy and Xander glared at Willow, “You put another spell on us?”

“What?… Guys, no! I haven’t done any spells. I don’t know what’s happening, but it’s nothing to do with me. Why don’t we go downstairs and try and work this out?”

“O.k.” they all reluctantly grumbled.

***

“So…the only thing that stands out is Buffy’s run in with a Demon on her patrol. Can you describe the Demon to us, Buffy?” Asked Willow

“It was about 3ft tall, furry and looked like a cute Gremlin. I thought it was quite sweet, until it spoke to me.”

“And?” Pressed Giles.

“And what?”

“What did it bloody well say to you?” Giles asked through clenched teeth.

Buffy pouted, “Well, Mr Tolerance, it said it had met a few Slayers in its time, but none so over confident as me. I would get my comeuppance and me and mine would know hell, or something like that.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me this? Or the fact that the Demon was rather easy to kill.?”

“No.”

“Well, whatever this Demon is, it’s obviously done something to you. So let’s hit the books and find out exactly what, so we can fix it,” said an exasperated Giles, “And you’re not leaving this house, Buffy. No more patrols while you’re so in love with Vampires.”

Buffy looked at the window, “No…. it’s dark out there, anyway. I don’t like the dark,” she said fearfully.

Xander looked at her in surprise, along with the others, and then volunteered to patrol in the future instead, “I can take on those nasty Vamps. The big Xan man is not afraid. I laugh in the face of danger, I…”

“You’re not killing Vampires,” cried Buffy, “They’re my friends.”

“Enough!” Shouted Willow, “No-one is going out. There will be no killing. We’ll all stay here and go through the books and solve this.”

The Scoobies glared at her, but each quietly got a book to read.

Two hours later, Willow whooped with joy.

“Found it! It’s called a Gefuehlsdieb Demon. Basically it steals an emotion or a characteristic from someone and feeds on it. It does this by simply touching the victim’s skin and it can only take once from each victim. The victim is completely unaware of what has happened and can only watch in confusion as he proceeds to upset all of his friends and family.”

“How, though?” Asked Xander.

“Well, whatever emotion or characteristic was stolen, the victim is left with the opposite.”

“Oh. So what’s happened to Buffy?”

“Well, at a guess, I would say the Demon stole her hatred of Vampires, leaving her to like, or love them instead. Bit dangerous in her line of work.”

“So, apart from her smooching with Spike, which I really never want to witness again, how has that affected Giles and me?”

Willow frowned, “Well, it says here that the Demon can pass some of it’s powers onto it’s killer, as a kind of revenge, I guess. Has Buffy touched either of you?”

“Yes,” answered Giles and Xander.

“And you’ve changed. I would suspect that Buffy is able to steal emotions and characteristics; only she’s different to the Demon. Going by her fear of the dark earlier, I would say that she adopts these emotions, instead of feeds off them. “

“So she’s taken my fear..?”

“And appears to have taken my tolerance?”

“What’s she taken from Spike?”

Buffy glared at them, “You don’t need to talk about me as though I’m not here. I need to take sex from Spike and I need it soon. He’s a Vamp and he’s hot, and only Vamps can scratch my itch!”

“His sexual promiscuousness!” they shouted in unison.

“So, how do we cure it, Will?” asked Giles.

Willow grimaced, “That’s the problem. We need to find it. But the good thing is, it sounds like everyone can get their bits back and you’ll be whole again.”

The Scoobies kept reading, with the exception of Buffy. She didn’t want to be cured. She liked Vampires and that was that. Talking of which, there was a major hot one upstairs and as soon as she could, she was going to sneak up there to be with him. But first she had to steal the key to his clasps.

Buffy’s reverie was interrupted by Xander’s shout.

“I’ve got it…the cure,” then his eyes bulged out, “Oh, God, not good. We need to find something else.”

Giles and Willow looked at him, “Well, what is it, Xander?”

“It’s gross & obscene. It says… the ..erm..most effective method to cure it is for the victim to have her blood sucked by a Vampire, almost to the point of death. The Demon’s powers are in the blood, so if a Vampire takes the blood, it absorbs the powers and the Vampire’s Demon then cures the blood. Emotions are returned. The victim will require a blood transfusion.”

“There has to be another way,” said Willow aghast.

Xander nodded, “There is, but it’s just as bad, if not worse.”

“Well, let’s hear it anyway.”

“Again with the Vampire cure. At the height of sexual pleasure, a Vampire is at his most potent and can cure any impurities in the blood, especially of the magic variety. He can bite his mate’s neck and need only suck a little of the tainted blood. Certain antibodies that are produced during lovemaking are carried over to his mate and they are what cure the victim.”

Giles and Willow sat in stunned silence. Then Willow spoke, “I don’t suppose we could get Angel to help?”

Giles shook his head. “The first cure is far too risky. Buffy could die, and the second one is no good for Angel, because we all know what happens between he & Buffy.”

“Then who?”

Xander looked at Giles in horror, “Oh, no. Please no. Don’t tell me you’re thinking of Spike?”

“He’s our only chance.”

“He’ll kill her!”

“No, I don’t think he will. He’s got the chip, which means he can only bite her if he doesn’t intend to harm her. Let me speak to him.”

Giles went upstairs.

Xander turned to Willow, “We’re not seriously going to let this happen are we?”

“We have to. It’s Buffy we’ve got to think of. She useless as the Slayer at the moment and we can’t let her take from anyone else.”

“I am thinking of her, and with that thing. The image will give me nightmares for weeks.”

***

Giles went into the bathroom to see a smirking Spike, “Well, I can see that with your vampiric hearing you’ve overheard everything we’ve said down there. Will you do it?”

“What, shag your Slayer, Rupey? Yeah, I’ll do it.”

“But if you harm her…”

“Yeah, yeah. You’ll stake me. Do you want me to save her or not?”

“Of course, I do. We’ll have to find somewhere for you to erm…. And you’ll not be released from your chains until absolutely necessary.”

“Wants me all chained up, does she? Kinky bitch! Actually, Rupert, the deal is this. I save the girl and get set free afterwards with the promise that no-one comes after me.”

“We can’t do that.”

“Take it or leave it, but I don’t think you can have a Slayer who likes Vamps, can you? Word will get out and something nasty will get a bite of her.”

“O.k. You’ve got a deal.”

“What about the girl, Watcher? Have you thought about what this will do to her?”

“Yes.”

“You realize that I will mark her as my mate?”

“Yes. But don’t try anything with that, Spike. You won’t be seeing her again after this.”

Spike raised his eyebrows. Wouldn’t he indeed? He couldn’t wait to taunt the holier than thou Slayer about the fact they’d shagged, once he was free of these irritating bastards.

“Just bring me your sacrificial lamb, Rupert. Let’s get this over with. I don’t want Buffy taste in my mouth longer than I have to.”

Actually, he was looking forward to getting between the Slayer’s silken thighs. If she shagged anything like she kissed, he was in for a treat. But he figured Giles wouldn’t be too pleased to hear that.

Giles glared at him and stormed out.

***

“So, I can see him?” asked Buffy happily.

The others winced but nodded.

“Here’s the key for his chains,” said Giles, wondering for the umpteenth time if he was doing the right thing. Then he followed Buffy upstairs, and once she was in the bedroom with Spike, Giles locked them in.

“God, forgive me,” he muttered.

***

Buffy looked at a shackled Spike sitting on the bed and smiled seductively, “I’ve come to set you free,” she purred.

“Thanks, Pet.”

He watched in delight as the Slayer stripped off in front of him, until she stood in all her golden, naked glory. He gulped. Wow! Definitely worth saving, and a possible staking later when she came to her senses.

Buffy sauntered over to him and undid his handclasps, then she bent down and undid his leg clasps. She threw the chains to one side and then stared at Spike, eating him with her eyes. Spike felt himself grow hard at her hot look. Then he gasped in surprise as she ripped his t-shirt open and pushed him back onto the bed. She straddled him and looked down into his eyes, “I want you,” she said huskily.

“Feeling’s mutual, Pet,” he drawled.

God, he could feel her warm thighs squeezing his sides and it felt wonderful to be in contact with her skin.

Buffy crushed her mouth to his, biting at his lower lip and then kissing him gently. Spike growled at her exquisite torture of him. He loved the hard and then soft kisses she inflicted. But he felt quite in control, until the Slayer eased her way down his body with her tongue and hot mouth. His jeans were quickly taken care of and he found himself a naked and willing victim to her onslaught.

Buffy pulled Spike’s foreskin back and licked the length of his shaft. She revelled in his groans and involuntary shudders, before taking him fully into her mouth. When her fingers stroked the crease under his balls as she sucked, Spike nearly jumped off the bed.

“Bloody hell, Slayer,” he muttered. Never in a hundred years had he felt anything like it. But it was time he regained control. Spike stopped Buffy and flipped her over onto her back. She looked up at him and smiled when he pinned her arms above her head, “Now, I’m in charge, Pet,” he said.

Spike bent to her breasts and took an erect nipple in his mouth. He sucked and nipped the hard little bud, until Buffy was writhing beneath him, and then he switched to her other nipple.

“Take me, Spike,” she gasped.

He needed no second bidding. He thrust straight into her slick haven and shuddered with the pleasure it gave him. He’d forgotten how hot a woman’s core really was. Dru & Harmony had only ever been luke warm from the blood of their victims. Nothing had prepared him for this. He thrust hard, but slow, in and out of Buffy, eliciting soft cries from her. Then Spike suddenly looked down at her in shock, when she squeezed her internal muscles around him with all her Slayer strength. It made her so much tighter when he thrust in and out and it drove him crazy. Spike’s last thoughts as he vamped out and bit into the Slayer’s soft neck were of her. He briefly wished that the Slayer wasn’t under a spell and this was the real her who wanted him.

Buffy felt the ecstatic thrill of Spike’s fangs in her neck as she came with him. He briefly sucked her blood, causing another wave of emotion to hit her and then he removed his fangs. He licked the puncture wounds to help heal them and then rolled away from her. Buffy lay there for a moment, revelling in the aftermath of vampiric lovemaking.

Spike got off the bed, retrieved the chains and chained a clueless Buffy to the bed. He then stood looking down at her, waiting for the shit to hit the fan. He knew the moment she gained her emotions back, because he suddenly felt sexually aggressive again. The Big Bad was complete. He grinned as her hazel eyes shone with the light of the real Buffy, and she looked in horror at him.

“What…naked Spike…?” Then she looked down at herself, “And…naked me? Us, naked together?”

Buffy struggled to sit up, but found her arms & legs chained to the bed.

“What have you done?” She cried, pulling on the chains.

“Tables have turned, haven’t they, Slayer? I’m no longer the chained monkey. You are, and at my mercy.”

“What have you done to the others?”

Spike smiled, “Now there’s the funny thing. I’m here with their consent. Your Watcher asked me to do this, in fact, and then he’s letting me walk out of here.”

Buffy glared at him, furious that her Slayer strength was having no effect on the chains.

“Why would he do something insane like that?”

Spike walked over to the bed and smirked when the Slayer couldn’t help admiring his body in spite of herself,

“I had to save you, Pet. You took on a Demon that caused you to steal people’s emotions, or characteristics. That’s after he took your hatred of Vamps. Ever since you came here, you haven’t been able to keep your hands off me. It was worse when you took my sexual aggression….”

“You’re lying!”

Spike laughed as he sat on the bed.

“I’m afraid not, Princess. You were unable to fight Vamps and you caused trouble between your friends. The only cure was me. At the height of sexual pleasure, a Vampire produces antibodies that can cure any impurity in the blood, including magic. You needed your emotions back and so did everyone you took from. I kindly shagged and bit you to save you.
I was supposed to leave after I had cured you, but if you’re quiet enough we can do it again without them realizing….”

Buffy’s eyes bulged at that, “What the hell makes you think I want you near me?” She seethed.

Spike cocked his head to one side, “Oh, right…so you don’t like this?”

He ran his hand lightly up Buffy’s leg, and caressed her thigh. Her skin involuntarily jumped at the contact and she just about suppressed a moan.

“No. Get out, Spike, while you still can! You disgust me. You….”

Buffy gasped as he thrust two fingers into her still wet heat.

Spike leant over her, “What was that, Pet?”

“You…”

Spike’s kiss cut her off, and he grinned in triumph when she finally kissed him back. He continued to work her with his fingers and he captured her little moans into his mouth. He was in no hurry to leave just yet.

***

Outside the locked bedroom, Xander placed a worried ear to the door, “I’m sure they stopped, but now they’re moaning again. How do we know when Buffy’s Buffy again?”

Giles pulled Xander away from the door, “Come away. We’ll..erm..give them a bit..erm longer…and then I’m breaking them up.”

“She sounded like she was enjoying herself far too much.”

Xander & Giles looked in horror at each other.

“We just have to remember that she’s not herself,” Giles said.

And they both went back downstairs in silence.

Above them, Buffy discovered the real reason why she hadn’t been able to kill Spike for all these years and she screamed his name.

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