Beta'd by Spikeslovebite
Consumed
Buffy walked into her house and flopped onto her couch. Grabbing the phone,
she found the card she needed in the side table drawer and punched in the
number.
After a few rings the answering machine came on.
“Hello, this is Buffy Summers. I know my therapy appointment isn’t until
later this week, but I was hoping to arrange something for Monday night.
Please give me a call back.”
Hanging up the phone, she walked into the kitchen. She opened the cabinet
and saw an unopened bottle of Jack Daniels. She wasn’t much of a drinker,
but tonight she felt she needed something stronger than a glass of warm milk
to help her sleep. Twisting off the cap, she took a huge swig, feeling it
burn down her throat to her stomach. She coughed, leaning against the
counter and allowing the warm sensation to course through her system.
She walked back into the living room, the bottle of Jack still in hand.
Placing the bottle on the table, she resumed her place on the couch, leaning
her head back into the cushions. She closed her eyes wearily, trying to make
sense of it all.
Suddenly she felt cool fingertips graze across her lips.
“Stop.” She said half-heartedly.
Buffy opened her eyes and saw Spike staring into them.
“You know you don’t mean that, luv.” He said with a smirk.
“You can’t keep doing this. It’s wrong.” She said, closing her eyes again as
she tried to mentally will Spike away.
Spike stroked her cheek with the back of his hand then moved lower. His
fingertips danced along her collarbone then skimmed down to reverently trace
the scalloped edge of her silk tank top.
Buffy inhaled sharply. She opened her eyes and stared into his. “Why are you
doing this to me?”
“You still don’t get it, do you Beautiful Girl?” He whispered, lightly
kissing her temple. “I only come when you call. It’s your game, luv. I’m
just along for the ride.” He kissed her neck, drawing her flesh into his
mouth and sucking gently on it.
Buffy’s eyes rolled closed as his cool fingers slid down her chest. When he
reached her breasts, Spike gently tugged on her nipple through the thin
material of her tank top. He gave her neck a long lick and breathed deeply,
taking in her scent.
“So beautiful, Buffy. All for me, aren’t you?” He whispered.
Buffy opened her eyes once more, her heart pounding a mile a minute.
Something inside her snapped. She didn’t care if he was real or not. She
wanted him. She wanted to feel all of him. Grabbing his face, she kissed
him, wiggling her tongue into his cool mouth and inciting a growl from
Spike.
Their tongues explored each other’s mouths teasingly and she felt his hands
pulling at her tank top. He broke the kiss to lift it over her head, then
attacked the front clasp of her bra with his teeth. It fell apart easily and
he stared at her breasts, awestruck.
“Ahh, luv. You’re gorgeous.” He kissed her chastely on the lips, then
trailed down her neck. Buffy felt faint as nuzzled against her breast. A
small cry forced itself from her throat as his tongue slid wetly up the
slope until it encircled her nipple.
The gentle sucking and licking caused a gush of wetness to soak her panties.
“Ohhh…” She sighed, her fingers touching the back of his head and twining
through the curls she found there. Spike released one breast and went for
the other. Buffy gulped, lost in the sensation of his mouth on her.
She felt him working the buttons of her tight jeans. Before she could form a
coherent thought, Spike had raised her hips up to assist him with the task
of sliding them off. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic sides of her
panties and tugged them off as well.
Buffy tried to cover her nakedness with her hands only to find Spike had
taken them in his. He refused to allow her to hide from him. Raising her
hands over her head, he rested them on the back of the couch, urging her to
grab on. He then ran his hands down the silky length of each leg and cupped
her heels in his palms.
Pushing them up, he hooked them over the edge of the cushions, baring her to
him completely.
She closed her eyes, shamed by her wanton position. Nothing in her
experiences with any of her former lovers had prepared her for this.
“No, don’t close your eyes. Look at me.” Spike commanded.
Helplessly, she did as she was told, watching him as he knelt before her. He
lowered his mouth, kissing the inside of her thighs, his eyes locked with
hers. He took a deep breath, inhaling her scent.
“Couldn’t stop thinking about this since last night.” He whispered. “Your
scent. Your taste. How it would feel to bury my face in you and drink down
every drop of your sweet cream.”
His head lowered, moving closer and closer with every word, causing Buffy
began to gasp in anticipation. When he latched onto her clit and began to
suck on it
gently, her head flew back and a strangled shriek ripped from her throat.
Her eyes stared unseeingly at the ceiling as she writhed under his mouth.
“Mmm, so much better than I dreamed.” He whispered, his long tongue licking
her up and down and swirling around her throbbing clit.
Buffy gripped the back of the couch and whimpered as she bucked her hips
against him. Spike rested his hands on her belly, holding her firmly in
place as he devoured her sweet nectar.
She cried out his name as her a wave of sensation slammed into her, her body
trembling as she reached her peak and tumbled over.
Spike growled, demanding more from her as her buried his tongue inside her,
sucking voraciously as he drove her up the wall once more.
She was barely coherent enough to hear the sound of a zipper. All she could
do was shake and sob as she felt herself coming close yet again.
He pulled his mouth away from her, ignoring her wail of disappointment as he
dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and yanked them forward.
When he slammed his hard length inside her she screamed her release.
He gripped her shoulders, riding out her orgasm and trying to calm himself.
“Christ Luv.” He groaned. “Oh, sweet Christ you’re so hot…so wet…”
Buffy used her feet to pull his jeans down completely, then clawed at his
trench coat and pulled off his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against
hers.
Spike smirked down at her. “That’s my Girl.” He said, capturing her mouth
with his as he began thrusting slowly in and out of her.
Buffy held onto him, matching his pace and letting out small gasps as he hit
her in all the right places.
“See, Beautiful Girl. See what you do to me? How good you make me feel.”
Spike whispered. “Do you like the way I feel Buffy?” He asked.
Buffy bit her lip, overcome with pleasure.
“Do you care if I am real?” Spike asked.
She didn’t know how to answer his question.
Spike kissed her again, biting at her mouth and thrusting his tongue in
rhythm with his body. “You don’t do you? You want me to consume you. To make
you mine.”
Tears rolled down Buffy’s cheeks as she nodded her head violently. She
gasped, feeling herself reaching her peak again.
“SPIKE!” She called out his name in a raw, broken voice.
“There you are beautiful girl. This is my favorite part.” He teased.
Buffy’s whole body shook violently as Spike held her tight. Her orgasm
crashed into him as she let out another breathless cry.
Spike growled. He buried his face into her neck, licking, sucking, biting
her sweat sheened flesh. He could feel his own orgasm fast approaching. With
three final, powerful thrusts, he roared and sank his teeth into her neck.
Buffy felt it.
Her body went rigid, vaginal walls clamping down as the rough sucking
motions his mouth made on her throat ripped the most intense orgasm yet from
her limp body. Spike came hard when she tightened around him, his body
jerking against hers as he sucked her life force from her neck and emptied
himself inside her. With a guttural growl, he released her neck and licked
the wounds.
“MINE.” He stated.
Buffy didn’t know what to think. Her entire body hummed with satisfaction.
Before she could stop herself, she licked Spike’s ear and whispered…
“Yours.”
Reality
Buffy Summers slouched in her seat. It had been a long day. She was not used
to being up during the day, but she had to attend to Riley’s affairs.
First, she had to arrange for his burial and then go over to Wolfram and
Hart to sign paperwork. Riley had no living relatives so his estate was left
completely to Buffy. She decided that most of it would be donated to a local
womens shelter specializing in helping women get back on their feet after
they had been left in unfortunate circumstances.
Riley was a cold hearted bastard. She felt as if this would be his way for
some redemption to find him in the afterlife.
She did not want any of his money.
As strange as it might have sounded it made her feel empowered to live on
her rather modest income. The only splurges she had made with her alimony
money were on her home and the new wardrobe.
“You seem tired,” her therapist said.
Buffy shrugged her shoulders.
“It’s been a rough couple of days.” Buffy explained.
Her therapist nodded. “You said on the phone your Ex was murdered. How
do you feel about that?”
Buffy looked down.
“I don’t know.” She whispered.
The therapist sat back in his seat.
“You want to talk about Spike.” He deduced.
Buffy closed her eyes.
“He keeps coming around.” She said softly.
“I see... and does this bother you?” He asked.
Buffy looked at him.
“It bothers me because no one else seems to see him but me.” Buffy said.
“Can you touch him? Feel him?” Her Therapist asked.
Buffy nodded remembering the feel of his hands on her. The way his mouth
felt against hers.
“Every time I wake up he is gone. It’s like he was never there.” Buffy said,
rubbing her neck absently.
There were again no bite marks confirming to her that it must have all been
a dream.
“What happens when you two are together?” He asked pulling out a blank sheet
of paper ready to take notes.
Buffy’s face turned a crimson red. “I don’t want to talk about that.”
The Therapist looked at her curiously.
“All right. Then what do you want to talk about,” he asked.
“I want to make him stop coming around,” she said.
“Have you tried asking him not to return?” He asked in an almost
condescending tone.
Buffy glared up him.
“If it was that easy you think I would be here?” Buffy spat out.
The Therapist leaned back in his seat.
“He says it’s my game, I call the shots. He only comes around because I want
him too,” Buffy explained.
“I see, and is he wrong?” He asked.
Buffy shook her head.
“Ms. Summers, may I make a suggestion? If this Spike is nothing but a
figment of your imagination... perhaps you should play this out figure out
what he wants,” he suggested.
“You mean give into the insanity?” she balked.
“From where I sit Ms. Summers, I have yet to deduced if you are exhibiting
any true mental disturbances or are just a bit insecure about a potentially
intense relationship. Until you get real confirmation on whether or not this
Spike is real, I think you are jumping the gun a bit. Has he done or said
anything to make you feel like he is not real besides showing up at
inopportune moments?” he asked.
Buffy thought about the inhuman coldness of his touch. The feel of him
baring down fangs on her seemingly unmarked neck.
She wanted to tell him, but she lost her voice.
Slowly she shook her head.
“Then Buffy, until you figure this out then I think you are just making
speculations. I'd hate to think you were suffering from mental illness,” he
said trying to reassure her.
Buffy stood up suddenly. “I have to go.”
The therapist nodded. “Same time next week?”
Buffy smiled. “Thank you Mr. O’Connor.” She said.
The man smiled back at her. “Please call me Angel.”
Buffy nodded and walked out of the room quickly, shutting the door behind
her.
Angel sat there staring at the closed door with a wicked smile playing over
his lips. He heard the door open and shut behind him.
“Well I’m impressed,” he announced as he swung his chair around to face the
newcomer.
Spike sat at the edge of Angelus’s desk. “Told ya, mate, it’s not that
hard,” he said.
Angelus laughed, reaching out for the dark haired beauty that had entered
the room with Spike.
Spike could help but watch the couple for a moment.
“How would you say he is doing, Dru?” Angelus asked, petting his mate’s
hair.
“Spike plays with her so well. Going to be easy for him to break the little
dolly,” Dru cooed.
Spike smirked. “See? Told you. Not as impressive as you thought,” he
argued.
Angelus’s face shifted into his demon visage. “Come on Spike, the game has
just started. She has not completely lost it yet. You still have to do that
then kill her. Torture is a lost art form.” A pained look crossed his
face at this revelation.
Spike stared at the door, trying to figure out
how he let his sire goad him into this game. They had been at the bar where
Buffy worked; celebrating Dru’s turning. As always Angelus was going on and
on about how fun it had been to break Drusilla’s mind, then take her virtue,
and finally her life. Spike was tired of hearing the same story over and
over again. One tended to get bored with the same tale when they heard it
for over one hundred years. They had been in L.A. for nearly a year now and
Spike was heartily sick of Angelus’ bravado.
“Don’t you get tired of telling that bloody
story? You make it sound like it was some sort of incredible feat. You took
a girl and turned her. Big deal.” Spike had said.
Angelus had glared at Spike. “Its not that
easy, Spike, my boy. It took time and artistry. Something you would not know
anything about.” He challenged.
Spike had slouched back in the booth and
folded his arms. “Try me.”
Angelus had looked around the room. He smiled
when he caught site of the frumpy looking bartender.
“All right. Her.” Angelus had pointed at
Buffy.
Spike had taken one look at the girl and
laughed. “Come on, Peaches! At least make it a bit difficult. She looks to
be half dead already.” Spike said.
Dru had watched the girl for a moment. “No,
Daddy chose well. She’s strong that one. Oh Do it Spikey!!”
Spike had looked at Buffy one more time. “All
right so drive her bonkers then kill her eh? Sounds like a walk in the
park.”
A walk in the park. Spike shook off his
memories and turned back to Angelus and Drusilla. They were at present
clawing at each other, oblivious to the fact that he was in the room. They
did that to him often. It used to kill him, but now he didn’t care. It no
longer hurt him to see Drusilla in Angelus’ arms. All he could think about
was Buffy.
It was suppose to be easy, driving the poor
girl insane for the sake of a bet with his grand-sire. But somehow the
blonde vampire found himself falling for the fiery blonde beauty who exited
the room not knowing her angst was nothing but a sick vampire’s game…
tbc
Turning The Tables
Buffy stood behind the bar taking inventory of all the alcohol. She
tried to concentrate on the task at hand, but her mind kept drifting to
thoughts Spike.
So many things didn’t make sense. Something inside her screamed that
none of it was real, but at the same time his cold touch made her feel
more alive than she had felt in her entire existence. This disturbing
revelation made her lose count of the vermouth bottles she was counting.
With a sigh of irritation, she erased the number on her note pad and
started again.
“Having trouble concentrating, dear?” She heard a sultry feminine voice
say.
Buffy turned around and saw a beautiful, dark-haired brunette with skin
as pale as porcelain. She was gorgeous with long black hair and stunning
dark eyes. Her entire aura had air of mysticism to it.
“It’s all right. I can always finish it later. What can I get you?”
Buffy asked.
The raven haired beauty smiled mischievously as she strummed her long
fingernails lightly on the bar. “I think the question is…What can I get
you?” She responded.
Buffy took a quick look around the bar. Surely one of the bar flies
would have attached themselves to the sultry beauty by now.
The woman giggled. “They can’t see me. I’m your little secret.” She
said, pressing her finger to her lips.
Buffy closed her eyes and tried to will the women away. “Well at least
you admit it.” She mumbled. She looked at her guest suspiciously. “What
do you want?”
The woman pouted. “Asking the wrong questions again, when all the school
bells are ringing.”
Buffy folded her arms across her chest. Wonderful, she thought. Give in
to your psychosis. “All right, what can you get for me?” she asked,
paraphrasing the girl’s previous statement.
“I can give you peace.” The women smiled.
Her mouth felt as dry as sawdust, but she replied anyway. “And how is
that?”
The women shrugged her delicate shoulders. “Daddy is being very bad and
playing silly games. He must be taught a lesson,” she said.
Buffy leaned against the back of the counter. “And who is Daddy?” She
tried to humor the woman.
“Daddy is not important. The more important question is…Who is Spike?”
The women said, using great emphasis on her last word.
Buffy tensed and straightened up at the sound of Spike’s name. Her eyes
immediately became wary as she stared at the dark-haired woman.
She shook her finger at Buffy. “Naughty girl! You need to calm down, or
else my boy will hear you calling to him,” she said, pointing at Buffy’s
neck.
Her slim fingers flew to her throat, feeling the two tiny raised scars
there. She turned to look at the small mirror behind her and again saw
nothing. Much to her shock, she also noticed that the woman cast no
reflection. Buffy could clearly see in the mirror that the seat occupied
by her mysterious guest was empty. She turned back to face the other
woman, her hands shaking badly. “I’m listening,” she said.
The women crooked her finger ushering Buffy to her. “You see; the game
is only fun when you resist him. If you willingly give him what he
seeks, he will walk away,” she said.
Buffy found herself both elated and disappointed her thoughts in
turmoil. As with every other man in her past – if she give him what he
wanted, Spike would leave her. Of course that’s what she wanted, right?
But if that was the case, why did her heart feel like it was shattering
into tiny pieces?
“You don’t want that do you? You like the way my boy makes you feel,”
the gorgeous brunette murmured, her hand smooth and cool as it lay on
Buffy’s arm: her fingers lightly stroking and her soft voice hypnotic.
“You like the icy fire of his kiss and the way he makes your beautiful
golden body sing, don’t you? No one has ever touched you quite like he
has, have they, my pet?”
Nodding, Buffy’s eyes slid slowly closed. Vignettes featuring her and
Spike and the many things he did to her flickered behind her closed
lids. A moan of protest burst from her as the visions intensified.
“Play your own game, dear girl. Give him the thing he searches for; make
him drown in it until he snaps.” Drawing ever closer and lowering her
voice dramatically, she whispered her words in Buffy’s ear.
Startled, Buffy backed up, trying to understand exactly what the woman
had meant. Before she could ask her to elaborate, the other women lifted
her dark head and smiled.
“Have to go now,” she said.
“Buffy?”
Buffy turned and saw Willow standing there. “Yeah?”
“Oz wanted to know if you wanted anything to eat.”
Buffy blinked at her dazedly then turned to look around her. The
mysterious women had indeed disappeared.
“No, I’m good,” Buffy mumbled.
**
Buffy started her walk home later that night. After debating the idea of
catching a ride with her employers, she had decided that she needed the
fresh air. God knew she had enough to think about as she walked.
If all this was truly some delusion that she had concocted in her head,
where did the mysterious woman fit in and why would she give her
ammunition to use against her would be fantasy? Was it a different part
of her brain fighting to regain some sanity? She stroked her neck,
feeling the bite marks. Why could she feel them, but never see them?
She felt someone come up behind her. Buffy recognized her surroundings
immediately. 'I’m really starting to have a history with this alley' she
thought, irreverently. She knew should have bolted; ran as fast as her
legs could carry her.
Instead, she stopped and closed her eyes, waiting for the cool arms to
encircle her.
“You knew it was me didn’t you?” he said.
Buffy nodded slowly and tilted her head back against his chest. She
breathed in his scent; a mixture of leather and cigarettes. Her eyes
instantly filled with lust as she stared up at him.
“Knew I couldn’t stay away. Had see you,” he said. She watched as he
closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. “Smell you.” He lowered her head,
capturing her lips with his own. “Taste you.”
She found herself reaching back and grasping his thighs for balance,
lightly digging her nails into the hard muscles beneath her hands.
Spike swung her quickly around, pinning her high up on the alley wall
with his body. She watched him quietly as he debated what his next move
would be. Finally making his decision, he lowered his head and began to
lick her neck.
Buffy arched her back, instinctively pushing him away. He caught her
flailing arms and glared down at her, his blue eyes flickering yellow as
a warning growl rumbled from his chest.
The raven haired women’s words rang in her ears.
*Give him the thing he searches for. Make him drown in it until he
snaps.*
Buffy closed her eyes and grabbed the lapels of Spike’s leather trench.
She pulled him to her and pushed his head into her neck; guiding him to
her phantom bite marks.
He immediately sucked at her soft flesh, smiling when he heard her moan
softly. The smell of her arousal hit him and he breathed it in with a
deep sense of satisfaction.
Suddenly, Buffy grabbed his face and gave him a mind numbing kiss, her
mouth and tongue exploring every part of his. The fact that she had made
the first move to deepen their encounter was so unexpected that Spike’s
hand fell to his sides for a moment in shock.
Buffy seized the opportunity to grab them and place them at her breasts.
She then reached down and quickly released his straining erection from
the confines of his jeans. Wrapping her legs around him for leverage,
she lifted herself and tugged her skirt up. Pushing aside her black lace
thong, she swiftly impaled herself on his staff.
Spike stood there completely stunned, staring at her with a mixture of
shock, awe and lust on his face.
She began to move slowly at first, rolling her hips against him,
watching as his face contorted from confusion to intense lust. The sight
of his arousal; the clenching of his jaw and his flared nostrils
increased her own desire tenfold. She threw her head back, practically
climbing up his body before forcefully lunging back down, panting and
grunting in pure animalistic pleasure.
Spike held onto her, kissing her neck as he pounded her against the damp
alley wall. He definitely hadn’t expected this. He expected tears,
denial; breaking her down until she succumbed to his will, but never
this.
Buffy writhing on him, taking what she wanted; what she desired. It only
made him want her even more.
“OH God…” she moaned.
Spike watched as her eyes rolled back. Her body began to shake with the
promise of a release he had never felt from her before. She stared into
his eyes biting her lip. He saw something different in her eyes. There
was no conflict. No confusion. Just acceptance of the desire she was
feeling.
Buffy felt the first ripples of her orgasm eddying through her womb. The
raven hair women’s whispered words filled her head.
*He’s exactly where you want him to be and you are where you
belong.*
She screamed as her walls tightened around him. He felt the flood of her
release.
“Buffy…” he groaned. His demon emerged, showing itself to Buffy.
As she stared at him, the women’s voice continued to echo thru her mind.
*Look at you. Trying to do what's right. . You still don't get it.
It's not about right, not about wrong…*
Spike waited for her to scream but nothing came. Instead, she arched
against him until his mouth rested against her soft throat. His eager
demon wasted in time biting into her flesh. He felt Buffy shudder and
spasm into a second orgasm. When her movements finally stilled, she held
onto him, her heart rate slowing gradually. He knew she had exhausted
herself and wanted nothing more than to give in to her fatigue.
Buffy blinked tiredly, the last of the dark woman’s words ringing in her
ears women’s last words ringing in her ears…
*It's about power…*
Spike cradled her in his arms. That’s when he heard it. It was barely
audible, a single breathy word she uttered that changed the rules of the
game in a matter of moments…
“Mine.”
Spike closed his eyes, trying to ignore it, but somewhere inside he knew
it was too late.
He was hers…
Manipulated dialogue from Lessons and Showtime
Denial
Spike laid Buffy in her bed. He followed the same routine he had the other
night; dressing her in her nightgown, fixing her bed the way he had seen her
do before. He had watched her for weeks; learning her routine and how she
had interacted with everyone around her. He had stalked her night after
night, absorbing every facet of her personality.
The night he had made his move, he’d sat there and watched those whelps tear
her apart. Even though he had not yet made his presence known to her, he was
already feeling fiercely protective of her. She reminded him a lot of
himself, before he had been given his sweet release by Drucilla. William the
Bloody Awful Poet. Scorned and laughed at by society. He’d known then that
he would spill those wankers’ blood.
It was so easy. She needed him so much, needed what he could give her.
Needed his help to bring her out of her shell. He helped her gain her
confidence, but still left her wondering if he truly existed. It was going
to be a delicious game. He would finally show up Angelus.
He hadn’t counted on this. Somewhere in the inner recesses of his dark heart
he began to slowly fall for this young girl.
Even in her slumber she stirred him. So beautiful. He hadn’t realized that
the claim could be so strong. She was a fighter. He knew that about her; had
in fact depended on her fighting against him. It was suppose to make the
whole thing more delicious. The look in her eyes when she realized what he
had done, the fear and betrayal that would radiate off her. It was suppose
to be one of his finest moments.
Tonight the dark game took an unexpected turn. She saw him for what he was
and yet still yearned for his touch. She had ached for him to take from her.
He had never thought that he would come to find himself needing her just as
badly.
Buffy stirred, softly muttering in her sleep. His name fell from her lips in
an aching whisper that was laced with just a hint of fear.
Spike took a step back into the shadows and disappeared into the darkness.
***
Spike arrived in the posh house seated deep in the Hollywood Hills. He
walked over to the bar pouring a glass of scotch while he lit the cigarette
that dangled form his mouth. He exhaled and took a deep swallow of his
drink.
He heard footsteps approaching.
Turning, he saw Drucilla standing there wrapped in a black silk robe. At one
time the sight of her would have brought Spike to his knees. His Dark
Princess. His ripe, wicked plum. Now, he felt nothing. Angelus had seen to
that; making it clear to Spike that Drucilla would always belong to him.
Spike still didn’t know why he stayed with the dark couple. Companionship,
camaraderie, or perhaps it was nothing more than familial loyalty. It was
all unclear to him. Yet he stayed. He knew why they were still around. Spike
was the one with the fortune. They liked the lifestyle he provided.
“Poor Spikey. My darling, deadly boy,” Drucilla cooed. She walked up to him
placing a cool hand on his head.
“She’s gotten inside hasn’t she? Sitting inside your head spinning and
intoxicating you. You crave her like you crave blood,” she said. “Such a
wicked, wicked dolly, she is.”
Spike pushed her hand way from him. “Get Bent, Dru. Why don’t you go play
with your precious Daddy?” Spike sneered.
She leaned her lithe body against the table.
“Daddy is such a bad dog. Doesn’t see what’s happening. He thinks it’s all
just for squiggles and giggles. Doesn’t see what our poor boy needs.”
He squeezed his eyes shut tightly. “I don’t need a bloody thing,” he
muttered.
Dru whimpered, letting out a sound like a wounded puppy. “Bad, Spikey! Not
nice to lie. You need, my sweet poet,” she breathed, wrapping her arms
around him. “I know my touch leaves you cold, that I taste like ashes. But
she doesn’t, does she? She makes you sing, leaves your blood boiling warm
like when you walked among her kind. I can see her floating all around you,
laughing. Can’t push her away, can you?”
Spike pulled out of her embrace with a snarl. “It’s just a game, nothing
more. You’ll see you and your precious Daddy.”
She watched him carefully and sighed. “I hear the pixies. They are
whispering and fluttering all around us and shaking their heads,” Drusilla
whispered.
“And what are they saying?” He asked.
She turned his head and stared into his eyes. “Poor Spike...So lost. Even
they can't help you now.”
He heard Angelus stir. “Your Daddy is up,” he grumbled.
She pulled away from him. “Don’t worry Spikey, Mummy will make everything
better. You’ll see,” She vowed, slinking out of the room to join her Sire in
their bed.
Spike sank down in a black leather recliner. He hated when Dru drifted
somewhere between clairvoyance and insanity. Her words comforted him and
tore him asunder at the same time. Was she right about Buffy, or was she
playing a carefully orchestrated part in Angelus’ twisted game?
Suddenly the thought of Buffy acting as broken and demented as Drucilla made
his gut churn. Even now he could feel her. She pulled him to her.
Downing his drink. He had to get out of here, get away from the two of them.
**
He wandered the streets, the sounds of heart beats playing in his ears like
a delectable symphony. He loved the hunt; the fear and pain it brought as he
watched the humanity slip from his victims. The slowing of their heart beat
it was like nothing he ever felt. It was what he thrived on; what made it
all worth while. Watching them in their last few moments, no knowledge their
life was about to be snuffed out. He needed to feel it tonight, to feel the
power coursing through his veins.
He wandered around the dark city, watching people. Searching for the perfect
victim and trying to lay out the perfect trap. He was picky, he always had
been. He would take his time tonight and make the hunt worth it.
Yet, for all his evil intensions, he found himself standing in the one place
he was trying to avoid. The one place that he had fought his every instinct
to go.
Spike stood there watching from the foot of bed. Watching her sleep;
entranced with the way the moonlight played across her face and the light
ocean breeze coming through the window danced in her hair.
She moaned, reaching out blindly for something beside her, thrashing for a
moment and moaning into the darkness.
As though hypnotized, Spike walked over to the side of the bed and gently
eased down beside her. Her seeking hands found him and she sighed, finally
finding peace as she moved to press herself to him.
Spike closed his eyes, letting the warm vanilla scent of her wash over him.
He would give in for the moment. What would a moment hurt?
**Manipulated dialogue from Fool For Love and Crush
Chapter Nine
Beta'd and co written by Da Smut Queen My Beta Bitch Spikeslovebite
Try On My World
Buffy looked around the room. She had no idea how she came to be here. After
working the early shift at the bar she was prepared to just go home and curl
up with a book and a cup of tea. Instead, something called to her. She got
into her car and found herself driving to Echo Park. After the twenty minute
drive she parked her car, feeling as if she was floating down the streets
instead of walking. She made two quick left turns then found herself
standing in front of what looked like a abandoned warehouse.
She looked around trying to figure out where and how she found her
destination when a pale man appeared at the door. The man eyed Buffy
suspiciously he reached out and grabbed her by her neck. Buffy was about to
scream when he felt him turn her head, examining her neck. Suddenly he let
go and slowly opened the door for her. He extended his arm and invited her
in.
She found herself walking into the building, feeling an almost dream like
quality about her actions thus far. Almost immediately she heard the
seductive beat of the music that filled the air; felt it pounding through
her body. She slowly moved up a long stairway, feeling people watching her
as she walked in. Everyone around her seemed cold. She made her way into the
room, taking in her surroundings. The room was done in rich, midnight blue
velvet. Lighting was minimal, with baby spots adorned with crimson shades
providing the light over the bar.
On the stage two beautiful women were dancing, hardly anything covering
their pale bodies. They seemed lost in the beat. Others were watching them,
while a few couples were on the dance floor; their bodies pressed against
each other as they pawed at each other hungrily. Buffy could hear them
grunting and purring. She thought she heard the distinct sound of snarling
but pushed the thought to the back of her mind.
She stood quietly as other people passed by, looking at her curiously. One
of them bumped into her. She felt their cool body press against her for a
moment as they leaned close and took a sniff of her. As if sensing something
about her, they moved on quickly.
Beginning to feel afraid, she darted quick glances around her. Who or what
were these people and what was she doing here?
Almost instinctively, Buffy looked up to the second floor. Standing there on
the balcony, her long, slim hands resting on the rail as she gazed down at
her, was the dark-haired woman from the other night. She smiled and nodded
at Buffy before turning to melt away into the darkness.
She had no idea what she was trying to accomplish, but the sensual beat of
Sadness by Enigma filled the air, pulling her to the dance floor. She gently
rubbed her neck then closed her eyes, swaying to the beat; allowing the song
and the atmosphere take her over. It was easy when everything around her
felt like sweet seduction. She would just play into the scene, knowing that
something had drawn her here. Something waiting in the darkness just out of
sight.
**
“Bloody Hell.”
This wasn’t his intention. He had drawn her here, called to her using the
power of his claim over her. He had thought she would take one look at the
place and bolt out of here like a frightened rabbit. He had counted on it.
When she did not leave, Drusilla and Angelus made themselves scarce. Angelus
knew if Buffy saw him the gig would be up, but Drusilla pouted, saying she
wanted to stay.
“The Dolly doesn’t know me. Why do I have to go to bed without supper?”
Angelus grabbed her ushering her out of the club.
He walked down the stairs, watching her from the darkness. She was wearing
the pair of black vinyl pants he had suggested she buy and a tight black
vinyl corset. She danced, her hips swaying and her head rolling as her tiny
hands rubbing the back of her neck before criss-crossing over her breast,
and then skimming them down her sides.
Spike watched as his fellow creatures of the night began to watch her little
performance. A small smile played across her face. One hand touched his mark
on her neck. She was calling to him. He knew it. He felt it.
Spike continued to stalk the dance floor. He watched as one of the patrons
came up to her, beginning to sway along with her to the beat. In a flash,
Spike was pressed up behind her, his arms firmly gripped on around her
waist. He growled at the creature trying to dance with Buffy.
Buffy hung her head to the side first looking at her would be dance partner
then resting her head against the growling man’s shoulder. The interloper
slinked away as she continued to sway to the beat, grinding her ass against
Spike. He moved in time with her, pressing her body tightly to his.
“Are you enjoying yourself, pet?” He whispered.
Buffy swallowed hard as she thrust back into his groin, her eyes never
leaving his.
“Do you even know what you’re getting into? Do you want to try on my world,
beautiful girl?” He demanded in a raspy voice.
Buffy moaned at his harsh tone, feeling it in her vitals.
Without wasting another moment, Spike hauled her off the dance floor and up
the stairs to the balcony. When the got to the railing, he placed her hands
on it, forcing her to cling to it like a lifeline.
“You think you know what you’re getting into?” He kissed her shoulder and
tongued it delicately. “Watch,” he breathed insistently, motioning with his
head at the two women on the stage.
One reached over to the other. Her face shifted and she sank her fangs into
her partner. Buffy gasped, watching the women being fed on tremble and shake
and throw her head back in ecstasy.
“She’s..That girl, she’s not one of you,” Buffy muttered. She felt Spike
licking sensuously at her neck. “She’s going to kill her.”
“That’s what we do Buffy. We kill because it’s in our nature,” Spike said,
skimming his hands up and down the soft skin of her arms.
He felt Buffy shudder against him and smiled, feeling the power shift to his
hands again. Spike flung her against the nearest wall and tore open her
pants, sliding them down her legs. He knelt in front of her and began to
lick and suck the insides of her thighs, leaving a trail of small red
bruises where he sucked on her flesh. She whimpered, closing her eyes and
savoring every tiny love bite.
“No open your eyes. Watch,” he demanded, reaching around her and smacking
her lightly on the ass. “Don’t take your eyes off them.”
Buffy’s body jerked with excitement when he struck her. It wasn’t painful,
but the sound seemed unnaturally loud even with the music pounding around
them. She moaned and opened her eyes, helpless to look away from the dancing
couple.
The human woman was still alive. She stood quietly in her partners arms,
swaying gently in time with the music. Buffy gasped when they exchanged a
lusty kiss and rubbed provocatively against each other.
“She’s claimed, luv. Just as you’re claimed,” Spike said, pressing his
tongue lightly against her clit. Buffy bucked her hips, her body
instinctively seeking more.
“Do you want to know what it feels like, Buffy?” He asked her, his voice
still rough and seductive. He parted her nether lips with his cool fingers
and ran them lightly up and down, slicking them over her tingling clit and
running down again to explore her labia. He repeated this gesture countless
times, leaning forward after each pass to tap and swirl around her clit with
his tongue, playing with her wetness until her thighs were shiny with her
juices.
He stood up to kiss her throat lingeringly, his hand still pressing and
kneading against her. Buffy swallowed hard, trying not to pant.
“First there’s the fear. You know your life is about to end,” he said.
Slipping two fingers just inside her sopping entrance, he twisted and
rubbed; working her over.
She felt her body tighten at his touch, thrusting yearningly against his
fingers.
“You feel yourself slipping away. Your heart beat begins to slow.” He
fingers skimmed her clit causing torturous waves of sensation to radiate
outward through Buffy’s entire being.
“Then…Then comes the peace,” Spike explained. Gently his fingers probed
deeper into her center. Buffy grabbed his shoulders, trying to keep her
knees from buckling as she rode his hand.
Abruptly, his hands left her body and she could feel him working at his
zipper. His lips and tongue were all over her neck and shoulders,
occasionally rising up to sip from her gasping mouth.
“Then you feel it. Feel the blood rolling down your throat. Feel the demon
beginning to awaken within you, and then…” Spike suddenly plunged into her,
lifting Buffy off the ground with the force of his thrust and pinning her to
the wall.
“Nothing,” He hissed, suppressing his own groans. God, she was so tight and
hot and wet! He wanted to devour her…Consume her…
“No soul. No regret. No compassion. All you feel is the need to kill,” he
sneered.
He began to pound into Buffy mercilessly as she began to sob in a confusing
maelstrom of desire and fear. He watched her, fascinated at her struggle.
“This is my world, Buffy. This is what you’re part of now,” Spike growled,
his demon sliding forth as he rammed into her willing body. “And do you know
why, pet? Hmm?”
Her eyes glazed over and her mouth fell open with a silent howl of ecstasy.
“Because you’re mine,” he said, sinking his fangs into her and taking a long
pull of her rich, hot blood. "MINE!"
Buffy felt her release flood through her as his razor sharp fangs slid into
her flesh. She jerked against him and screamed, holding on to him with her
shaking limbs until her eyes rolled back and she lost consciousness.
Grinding into her small body as he rode out his own orgasm, Spike took one
last sip of her essence and smiled wickedly. He stared down at the limp girl
in his arms, exulting in the knowledge that he had just regained the upper
hand.
Chapter Ten
Beta'd By Spikeslovebite
Normal Again
Angelus watched Buffy as she fidgeted in her seat. Something had changed.
The shy, nervous woman he had begun to “treat” a few weeks ago had seemed to
disappear before his very eyes. Now instead of hiding behind her
insecurities, she had become strong and determined. She crossed her arms
across her chest as quiet rage bubbled up inside of her.
“You seem pensive Buffy.” He said.
She let out an indignant snort. “I am a lot of things right now, but pensive
is the least of my emotions. I just want this to stop. This thing in my head
needs to quit taking over my life.”
Angelus nodded. “All right, so you have definite proof this Spike is not
real?”
Buffy squeezed her eyes tightly shut. “No, I am saying that I’m done.
Finished.”
“What is it you plan to do Buffy?” he asked, twirling his pen between his
fingers.
“End my torment.”
“I see, and how do you plan to do that?”
Buffy looked down and begun to wring her hands a bit. “I…I have a date
tonight.”
Angelus cocked his eye brow. This was interesting news. Very interesting new
indeed. “With Spike?”
“No, this guy at Willie’s he comes around every once and awhile, His name is
Warren. He finally got the nerve to ask me out after I got rid of the
glasses and improved my wardrobe,” she said trying not to sound bitter.
“Buffy let me ask you this question; if this Spike had not come along do you
think you would have ever gotten the courage to accept a date with this
young man?”
Angelus asked. He watched the frustration play across Buffy’s face and
continued.
“I have a suggestion. Go out with this Warren see how it makes you feel. If
this Spike is not real than this maybe the very thing you need to get rid of
him.”
Buffy swallowed hard and nodded slowly.
**
Buffy had never been to a nightclub in L.A. She had heard stories about the
glitz and glamour of it all and thought she would be more excited about the
whole thing. Instead she was saddened. Everything around her was so loud, so
bright, it almost made her feel like she was in a war zone.
It was nothing like the club she had been in a few nights before. Although
it was dark and secluded the whole place seemed serene. The atmosphere was
intoxicating. That is if she was indeed there. Just like all the other
nights she had encountered Spike she had woke up alone in her bed. No signs
of her trip to Echo Park her gas tank showing no signs of her journey to the
other side of Los Angeles. Buffy even tried to find her way to the
mysterious club after work one night but came up empty. That’s when she
decided enough was enough.
Warren had asked her out once before but she had politely declined. Now with
her new look he seemed relentless. Finally Buffy gave in.
She hadn’t been around him for even five minutes before she was regretting
accepting his offer. He was loud and rude, and he refused to keep his hands
off of her. She felt him trace a finger down her back. She felt nothing but
revulsion at his touch.
“If it was Spike…” She thought, a delicious shiver rolling down her spine.
She closed her eyes allowing herself to feel her desire for her dark lover
for just a moment. When she realized what she was doing, she was horrified
and forced him from her mind.
Completely misreading Buffy’s actions Warren pulled her to the dance floor
as a slow sensual slow began to play.
Buffy felt it again. He was near. Had she called him? Was her head trying to
make her retreat into that place where Spike seemed in reside? Pushing those
thoughts away she began to dance. She desperately wanted things to be normal
again and set about trying to make it happen. She turned, placing her hands
around Warren’s neck and smiling at him seductively as she began to sway to
the beat.
Warren’s eyes shot open slowly he placed his hands on the small of her back
then began to lower them slowly. Before he could grab her ass, Buffy turned
and pressed her back to his chest. Undeterred, his hands snaked around her
waist and she could feel him slobbering against her neck. His mouth touched
the unseen bite marks as his hands touched the buttons of her leather pants.
With a cry, she jerked away from him. This was wrong; she could feel how
wrong it was deep within her. She twisted herself away form Warren and left
the dance floor. “I can’t do this. I’m sorry,” she said, hurrying to put as
much distance as possible between them. She was halfway to her car before
Warren caught up with her.
“BUFFY WAIT!!” he yelled.
She turned to apologize to him again and found herself locked in an angry
embrace.
“YOU FUCKING LITTLE TEASE!!” Warren screamed, digging his fingers into her
arms and shaking her so hard her head reeled.
She pushed herself away from him. “STOP!!” she cried out. When Warren
grabbed her and began to paw and rip at her blouse, Buffy jerked her leg up
and kneed him viciously square in the groin. He made a high-pitched
squealing noise and buckled over in pain.
Shaking and whimpering with fear, she fumbled with her keys and got into her
car.
He managed to stagger to her car and began to pound on the window. “BUFFY!!
WAIT!!” He screamed.
Buffy stomped the accelerator and speed away.
“BUFFY NO!!!” Warren screamed again. This time it wasn’t a cry of anger, but
one of terror. “HELP!!” He choked out as he struggled against something that
had a firm hold on him. It wasn’t human; it growled like a wild animal.
He struggled against the growling creature as it pulled him to the shadows.
**
When Buffy got back home she stayed in her car for a good hour, crying and
shaking as she tried to come to grips with the nights events. Finally, she
felt calm enough to leave the car and entered her house. She reached to turn
on a light when someone grabbed her around the waist and slammed her against
her door.
“Was it worth it? Did it make you feel better?!!” Spike sneered.
Buffy squeezed her eyes tightly closed, unable to look at him. She began to
cry, the hard sobs jerking through her body.
“I told you, but you refuse to listen. You are MINE! What made you think I
would stand idly by and let you make a complete fool of me?” He yelled,
pushing her roughly against the door and slamming his hand into the wood
beside her face to emphasize his point.
“STOP!!” Buffy wailed, sobbing brokenly. “Please, stop!”
Spike looked down at the girl crying in his arms. Suddenly everything she
was feeling; despair, torment, and confusion radiated through the Claim.
Spike felt himself grow weak and put his hands against the door, using it to
brace himself from the onslaught on her emotions.
When he finally has some measure of control, he closed his eyes and pressed
his lips against the marks on her neck. “Shhh, pet.” he murmured softly,
running his tongue over the bite.
Buffy sobs subsided almost instantly as she swayed towards him. He reached
out and tipped her chin up, placing a tiny chaste kisses on her lips. She
closed her eyes, feeling his soothing touch was over her.
He ran his finger back and forth across her shoulder. “You do realize you
almost got yourself raped tonight, Buffy?” he asked. “All because you wanted
to prove a point to me.”
She looked up at him, her green eyes still shimmering with tears. “You were
there, weren’t you? You saw everything.”
“I did.”
As he had felt her emotions earlier, she now felt his. Anger, pain,
jealousy. It was overwhelming. She could feel his inner struggle as he
fought to calm himself.
“That stupid boy won’t hurt my beautiful girl again,” he said, replacing the
fingers on her collarbone with his mouth, his tongue tracing intricate and
arousing designs on her satiny skin.
“What did you do?”
Spike looked into her eyes searching them for fear. A smile crept across his
face at what he saw looking back at him. “You’re not afraid of what I did to
him,” he muttered, almost to himself.
“Please, I need to know.” Buffy pleaded, closing her eyes.
“Open your eyes, Buffy,” Spike commanded harshly. Helplessly she did as he
bade her, gazing up at into the fiery blue of his eyes.
“You like it. Like the way that I protect you. That I keep you safe,” he
said, his eyes glazing with desire. He kissed her neck then trailed a kiss
up to her lips.
Buffy pulled him closer to her.
“You love knowing I desire you more than anything else in this world. You
love that you are mine.” Spike breathed in her ear before assaulting her
mouth again, his demon feeling a bit more sated.
Buffy returned his kisses urgently. She wrapped her legs around him,
overcome with the need to be close to him. He did make her feel safe made
her feel complete. She even felt…Loved.
Without another word Spike lifted her against him and continued to devour
her lips as he carried her into the bedroom.
Chapter Eleven
Beta'd By Spikeslovebite
Fire
Buffy maneuvered her way around the bar swaying to the beat of the music
that blared through the speakers. The bar was packed to the doors tonight. A
bunch of kids from UCLA had commandeered most of the bar, celebrating a
victory in some sports event over a local rival.
“Yeah, sexy lady! How about a drink on the house for the victors?” A young
man asked.
Buffy smirked. “How about I put it on the rather large tab you guys are
running,” She said, pouring him a shot.
The boy laughed, his smile cruel. “Hey Andrew, I thought you said this one
was a sucker for a compliment,” he yelled over to one of the other tables.
Her face flushed a becoming shade of pink with her anger.“Once upon a time,
maybe. Now I’m ‘so’ not impressed,” she said as she rolled her eyes.
When she turned her back, the boy took in the sight of her low rise jeans
and the almost nothing top that revealed most of her bare back. He leaned
back in his seat.
“What time do you get off tonight, darlin’?” He asked, flirting shamelessly.
Buffy turned around, a wicked smile curving her red lips. “About an hour
after I get off of work,” she said cheekily.
“Are you looking for volunteers to help you in that department?”
Buffy looked him up and down then let out a throaty chuckle. “You couldn’t
even begin to fill that position, little man. Now run off and play with your
little friends.” Buffy said in a very snotty, condescending tone.
“Bitch.” He muttered, blushing with embarrassment.
Buffy’s head whipped around at his derogatory name-calling and she glared at
him. “You might want to watch what you say,” she drawled, her green eyes
sparkling with rage.
She sauntered up to him and got in his face. For a moment the boy thought
she was going to kiss him until she leaned closer, her lips almost touching
his ear.
“You never know what kind of monster might be at your back,” she hissed in a
menacing tone as her sharp nails gouged into the flesh of his arm.
The boy jumped away from her as Buffy smiled at him evilly.
“You’re crazy.” He cried, walking away from her as fast as possible.
Buffy smirked.
“It makes you feel powerful, doesn’t it?” Buffy heard from behind her.
She turned and saw the same raven haired woman that she had spoken to
before. “You again,” she groaned, rolling her eyes.
The dark beauty smiled as she settled herself on a stool.
“I wish my mind would make a decision and stick it to,” Buffy mumbled.
“Such a pretty Dolly. So confused, but so excited,” she said swaying a bit
in her seat.
“What do you want? Oh wait, what do you have for me now?” Buffy asked, her
voice dripping with sarcasm.
The women looked at her. “Look at you! All aglow. I can feel him all around
you. Surrounding you. Making you feel so many things. Yet you still don’t
want to play,” she pouted.
“Isn’t that what I am doing?” Buffy asked, exasperated.
The women shook her head. “You won’t admit it to him. It’s all right. One
day…You’ll tell him,” she said in a sing-song voice.
Buffy looked down at the bar, realizing what the other woman was intimating.
She looked up at her with eyes that were wild with fear. “I...I can’t. Not
now, not ever,” Buffy whispered.
“It does not matter. He feels it. You feel it. The words will come trickling
out of your mouth one day. Full of fire, passion, and….blood.”
“Blood?” Buffy was beginning to feel uncomfortable.
“Silly girl!” she chided. “That’s what love is. It’s not brains; it’s blood.
Blood screaming at you to do its will. And you do it every night. When he
comes to you. When you make him yours. You just don’t see it. You’re too
afraid of the silly demon.”
The soft voice was mesmerizing and Buffy took a quick step back.
“You don’t get it yet, but you will,” she continued. “The dolly’s ears are
good; she listens with her heart, but her mind rips up the words before they
can get to her lips.”
“You must be the insane part of my brain,” Buffy declared nervously.
The girl laughed softly; a musical, tinkling sound. “I must away. We’ll
speak again soon, darling doll,” she said.
Buffy blinked and she was gone.
**
Buffy arrived home. She was so very tired. Her little tough girl routine had
been fun, but it had taken its toll on her. Not to mention her little visit
from the dark side and her haunting, cryptic words.
Dropping her things by the door, she walked over to her CD player and
switched it on. Feeling a pair of cold hands gripping her shoulders from
behind, she closed her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she turned around and
buried her face in the leather trench in front of her.
“They tell you where you need to go
They tell you when you need to leave.
They tell you what you need to know
They tell you who you need to be.
But everything inside you
knows there's more than what you've heard
There's so much more than empty conversations
filled with empty words.”
Sliding her arms up around his neck, she played with the short curls on his
neck; swaying a bit to the beat of the music.
Spike took an unneeded breath closing his eyes to savor the warmth of her
touch. What was it about her that stirred him so? She was like a dream. A
long forgotten dream that should have died that night in a dark alley in
England the night he was turned.
Emotions he should no longer be able to feel were hurling back at him with
each warm breath that fell from her mouth onto the cold muscles over his
heart. For a moment he could swear he heard his heart beat; felt it give
just the slightest jolt in his chest.
Buffy looked up at Spike, conscious of his fear and uncertainty. Snaking her
arms around his waist, she held him tightly, rising up on her toes to kiss
him gently on the lips.
“But everything inside you
knows there's more than what you've heard
There's so much more than empty conversations
filled with empty words.”
“And you're on fire
when he's near you
You're on fire when he speaks
You're on fire burning at these mysteries”
Spike groaned, kissing her back in a sensual pas de duex of lips and
tongues. His hands swept upwards over the skin laid bare by her abbreviated
top and sank into the lush fall of her golden hair, holding her in place
while he plundered her sweet mouth.
Breathless, Buffy broke away. Framing his angular face within her soft, warm
palms, she looked up at him beseechingly. “I need you to be real, even if
it’s for just tonight. Please tell me you’re real,” she begged as she clung
to him.
“Give me one more time around
give me one more chance to see,
Give me everything you are
Give me one more chance to be near you.”
He kissed her once more before burying his face in the moist flesh of her
neck. God, she felt so good. A part of him still stubbornly fought to keep
up his foolish game, but he found he couldn’t. She was such a contradiction;
his beautiful girl, giving and needy by turns. All his devious plots fell by
the wayside when he realized that at that moment, his only desire was to
please the angel he held in his arms. In her embrace, Spike felt something
he hadn’t felt in over a hundred years…Peace.
Bending close, he quietly whispered in her ear. “I’m real, luv. I’m real.”
“When everything inside me
Looks like everything I hate
You are the hope I have for change
You are the only chance I'll take”
Buffy took a step back. Slowly, she eased off his coat then began to pull
his black t-shirt over his head.
Spike’s hand shook as he pulled at the small clasp that held her top to her
tiny frame. The silky material fell away and he wrapped himself around her
again, feeling his cold skin absorbing her incredible warmth. He groaned as
she gently nibbled at his shoulder before tilting her head to the side,
baring her throat to him and willing him to take what his demon craved.
She felt the sharp sting of his fangs all the way down to her sex and a
breathy moan escaped her. He lovingly took a few gentle pulls of her hot,
sweet blood before licking the wounds closed.
Taking him by the hand, she led him into the bedroom. Wordlessly shedding
her jeans, she lay back on the bed and opened her willing arms reach out for
him. He quickly discarded the remainder of his clothes and moved over her.
Pure, unadulterated need took over as he lifted one smooth leg and curved it
over his hip as he slid into her moist heat. Lowering his head, he began to
kiss her deeply. Their tongues played languidly as their bodies found a
slow, comforting rhythm.
“And I'm on fire when you're near me
I'm on fire when you speak
I'm on fire burning at these mysteries.”
Breaking the kiss, their eyes remained locked as both acknowledged the
strength of their desire. Buffy pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead
before letting her head fall back onto the pillow. A raw cry of need
trembled on her lips and Spike shuddered as he felt her slick inner walls
clenching around him.
She rubbed her cheek against his in a kittenish caress as she whispered in
his ear.
“I only feel alive when you’re inside me.”
Spike began to tremble her words released a riot of emotions inside him.
“I belong to you,” she stated quietly. “Only you…”
“Oh God !” He cried out, feeling the sting of tears that her words had
wrought. He looked down at her, his midnight eyes seeming to pierce her very
soul as he increased his thrusts, driving into her, struggling to possess
her in every way. She cried out again; his name a song on her lips as she
felt herself flying out into star-studded blackness.
“I love you, Buffy!” He followed her into the heavens, his body jerking
helplessly against hers as the words were torn from him.
“I'm standing on the edge of me,
I'm standing at the edge of everything I've ever been
And I've been standing at the edge of me, standing
at the edge…..”
Chapter 12
Pillow Talk
Buffy’s eyes fluttered open and she blinked a few times, forcing her
eyes to adjust to the darkness as she searched the room, certain that
Spike had left her again.
“Over here, Luv,” he said, his voice quiet and deep.
She turned onto her side and saw him standing there, wearing only his
black jeans as he stared out the window at the ocean. His arms were
crossed over his bare chest as he leaned one shoulder against the window
frame.
With his skin as pale as alabaster and his beautifully sculpted
physique, he reminded her of a statue; her very own gorgeous Adonis
standing guard at the window. As the moonlight caressed his face, she
could see the clenching of his jaw as he gritted his teeth. His eyes
were closed as he tried to find peace from his tortured thoughts. Taking
a deep, unnecessary breath, he let his head fall forward to rest against
the glass as a bitter chuckle escaped him. She watched him as he
listened to the soothing sound of the waves on the shore, knowing
instinctively that whatever tormented him would not be comforted by the
sounds of the night.
“When I woke up, I thought for sure you would be gone.”
Spike turned slightly, his head still pressed against the window. “Is
that what you want, Luv? Still want to play the game?” he asked his
voice thick with emotion.
Buffy sat up in the bed, the sheet falling to her waist. The moon limned
her lithe body and turned her golden hair to waves of spun silver that
tumbled down her back. The glorious vision made Spike want to weep. Her
bottomless green eyes met his unflinchingly, baring her every emotion to
him.
Fear
Confusion
Need
“Is this all it is to you? A game?” she asked, her voice a mere wisp of
sound.
Spike looked out the window again, afraid of all he would see if he
looked into her eyes.
Her eyes. He found himself thinking about them all the time. They were
what had attracted him to her in the first place; separating her from
all the others he had seduced and played his deadly games with. He knew
that look. It was a look that conveyed the need to be a part of
something bigger than you were; a look of loneliness and despair that
revealed a craving to be touched and loved. To want it so badly that you
would do anything to feel it for even a brief moment. It was that same
look that had drawn Drusilla to him so long ago, ending his dismal
mortality.
Tonight those eyes had looked up at him, begging him to tell her that he
was real; that he wasn’t just a figment of her shattered mind. In that
instant, Spike knew the rules had changed yet again. The power he
thought he held over her had floated out of his grasp.
Spike left his place by the window and walked over to sit on the edge of
the bed. He reached out to her, his fingers barely grazing her skin.
“Not gonna to lie to you it started out as a game. A pretty sick one.
But somewhere along the line, something happened. Something I never
expected.”
Buffy closed her eyes, savoring the coolness of his touch against the
warm skin of her throat. “And that would be…what?” she asked. When she
opened her eyes she found him staring at her, his own eyes a deep,
indigo blue as a small, deprecating smile played across his lips.
“You became real.”
Buffy tilted her head to the side, suppressing her obvious amusement at
his play on her words from a few hours ago. “I became real?”
Spike chuckled for a moment, leaning over and kissing her bare shoulder
then nuzzling his face against the crook of her neck. “You. Your taste.
Your smell. Your touch. Everything about you became real,” he said, each
phrase was accompanied by a tiny, moist kiss along her collarbone.
“What made you decide to stay?” Buffy smiled biting her bottom lip.
Spike raised his head slowly, his eyes nearly black with desire as he
crawled up her body, nudging her down as he went until he was lying on
top of her.
“I stayed because I told you the truth, told you I was real. I broke the
rules.”
She touched his face, her slim fingers ghosting over his scarred eyebrow
and down to curve around the chiseled ridge of his cheekbone. “What are
you, Spike?”
“It doesn’t matter what I am. What matters is what I become when I’m
with you.”
Spike kissed her, bracing one hand against the mattress to keep his
weight from crushing her while the other tangled in her hair. His eyes
widened briefly in pleased surprise as he felt Buffy’s tiny hands
working at the buttons of his jeans. She slid them down his hips and
used her feet to shove them the rest of the way off before taking his
length in hand, giving him several firm strokes as she guided him to her
pulsing core.
With a roll of his hips and a small hiss he was sheathed inside her
again. One hand slid beneath her to cup her bottom as he circled his
narrow hips against her, his hard pelvic bone abrading her clit with
each pass.
Buffy lifted her knees, tightening them against his ribs as she tilted
her hips up, allowing him to reach even deeper inside her.
“Tell me what you are when you’re with me,” she whispered, her breath
catching in her throat as the tip of his cock nudged the entrance of her
womb.
He kissed her neck, his tongue flicking possessively over his mark. His
teasing movements ceased and he began to glide in and out of her with
slow, measured thrusts. “So many things, pet. I don’t even know where to
begin.”
“Try,” Buffy murmured, trailing her fingertips over his lips. Her body
undulated beneath his as she matched his achingly slow movements.
Spike’s eyes rolled closed as he arched his back, making his neck
vulnerable to Buffy. She nipped him there, inciting him to emit a small
growl.
“Please?”
He watched as her breath became more erratic. Struggling for control, he
gently pressed the flat of his hand into her lower stomach, holding her
down as he rocked his hips into hers, creating a delicious friction. Her
head wagged back and forth deliriously as she raked red furrows down his
back. He growled, unable to deny the words that she begged for so
prettily.
“Confused, but in a good way. The kind of confused you get when
something you’ve never felt before hits you. Somehow you know you will
never be the same.” His voice was a dark seduction in itself as it
surrounded her. Just the sound of it made her body clench around his.
“And then?” Buffy said, her breathy voice pitching a bit higher as the
pleasure-pain built ever higher in her belly.
“I’m crazed. Can’t think of anything but you. Want to rip apart any
bloke that gets within ten feet of you. Tear off their arms. How dare
they come near my girl?” He gritted out, pushing himself up on both
hands as his movements within her became more insistent.
She wrapped her legs around his as he frantically pistoned his hips,
digging her fingers into the churning muscles of his backside. “More…”
she begged.
Suddenly, he slowed, causing Buffy to whimper and cling tighter. Spike
kissed her mouth so sweetly that her eyes filled with tears.
“But when I look at you here, like this; I become something else. I‘m at
peace. Fulfilled. Oh God Buffy…” He choked out, plunging into her
welcoming heat once more and driving her over the edge with powerful
thrusts.
Spike braced himself above her, watching her with adoring eyes as she
shivered and cried out his name. He buried his face in her neck and bit
down as he followed her into the abyss.
Rousing from the delicious lassitude, Buffy felt his rigid forehead
against her cheek and rubbed her face across them, a low purr of
satisfaction pouring from her throat. Her raised hand found the back of
his head and she held him close, her eyes sliding closed as she lost
herself in the sensation.
“Do you know what I am when you are here with me like this?” she
whispered.
Spike licked her wound and shifted back into his human face. “What?” he
asked, his voice almost shy as he gazed down at her.
Buffy kissed his cheek again. Her eyes shone with courage and
conviction.
“Loved.”
Spike pulled back, opening his mouth to say something in response.
Before he could reply, Buffy drew him in for another mind blowing kiss.
**
Shortly before dawn Spike stood at the foot of her bed.
She knew. He had hoped his moment of passion went unnoticed that somehow
she did not hear his confession. But she had, she confirmed it now truly
there was no going back.
He had tried his damnedest to hide his feelings from her but it was
impossible. Everything had changed, that much was certain. He knew at
that moment what he had to do. He had to protect her, keep her safe, and
not let this sick game destroy her life.
Slowly his mind began to form a plan. It would be tricky, even deadly,
but to know she would be safe he would do whatever he had to.
To hell with what it might mean for him.
Bugger the consequences.
He loved her and he would prove it.
Show her; give her what she deserved.
Even if it cost him everything
Chapter 13
When the Walls Close In
Buffy stood at the bar wiping down some glasses. She bit her bottom lip,
smiling to herself as she replayed last night’s events.
When she awoke Spike was gone, but unlike the other nights where no
traces of him could be found, she could now feel him everywhere. Before
she had even opened her eyes she was conscious of the scent of leather
and stale cigarettes that lingered in the air, and the spare pillow had
smelled uniquely of him as she’d held it to her nose.
The last bit of proof had seemed like nothing at first. It looked like
some little trinket one might pick up while strolling along the
boardwalk at Venice Beach. The band of braided black leather tied around
her wrist had a small, silver rose set in its center.
To some, it might seem an insignificant gesture, but to her it was proof
that he was real. It was something tangible that she could look on as
proof of his existence, a token that showed that she belonged to him.
Buffy was so lost in her pleasant thoughts that the sound of someone
clearing their throat startled her. She turned around and saw the tall
police officer that had brought her the news of Riley’s death standing
there.
“Hello officer, what can I do for you?” she asked.
“Hello Ms. Summers, I need to ask you some questions,” he said.
She shifted nervously as his eyes swept over her red leather vest and
matching pants. The supple hide clung lovingly to each dip and curve of
her figure and the lush, vibrant hue made her skin glow. She didn’t care
for the expression in his beady black eyes.
“About Riley?” she asked.”
The officer shook his head. “No Ma’am, it’s about someone by the name of
Warren Meers.”
Buffy’s heart began to pound. She leaned back against the bar, trying to
appear as relaxed as possible. “What about him?”
“He seems to have disappeared. We were told that we went to a club with
you the other night.”
“Yes, that’s right,” Buffy nodded. “He was… unpleasant, so I left.”
He took out a notebook and began scribbling notes.
“Later that evening, he was seen with another woman. Tall, dark hair,
kind of gothic looking. She said he had tried to attack her as well, and
that he was clearly on something. Does she sound familiar to you, Ms.
Summers?”
Buffy shook her head. He had described the women who came to her with
information about Spike to the tee. Perhaps she should have let him know
that but something compelled her not to say a word. She wasn’t sure why,
but still she gave up no information.
“I see a lot of people every night, officer. I work in a bar, so it’s
kind of hard to avoid it. That particular description doesn’t ring any
bells, though.”
The man sighed, flipping his notebook closed and tucking it away. “We
figure he is probably out on a binge or something. He has a history of
violent behavior. I am sure he will turn up.”
He began to walk away. Before he went more than a few steps, he turned
back to face her.
“You know, it’s funny. First the coyote attack, then your husband, now
this Warren Meers. It appears, Ms. Summers, that you’ve had quite a hard
time of things lately,” he said his voice ripe with insinuation.
“What are you trying to say, officer?” Buffy asked, narrowing her eyes
at him.
“Nothing at all. I was just making an observation.”
Buffy nodded. “Yes, I have had a hard time lately. Things have been
crazy.”
“To say the least. So much violence around a person in such a short
period of time can’t be good. You haven’t been back in L.A. long, have
you Ms Summers? It’s a dangerous place; a pretty girl like you could
probably use some protection,” he said, flirting in a lecherous manner.
“I’m all right, officer. Thank you for your concern,” she muttered,
backing away from him down the bar.
“For now you are. How long before someone puts two and two together? On
paper it seems as if you are two different people. Elizabeth Finn. Buffy
Summers. No one down at the department knows you are one in the same,
but when they do, I’m sure detectives will be down here asking a lot
more questions.”
Buffy swallowed convulsively as she struggled not to panic. Was he
saying what she thought he was saying?
“And I supposed you can insure that this won’t happen?” she asked,
staring at him in fear.
The officer nodded slowly, his smile seeming infinitely slimier.
“I love the outfit, Buffy. Not as sexy as that little number you were
wearing at the house the other day, but still sexy,” he said, winking at
her.
“Let me get this straight. You are going to make trouble for me unless…”
He laughed harshly. “As of right now, there is no reason for trouble. I
intend to keep it that way; as long as we both understand the rules.”
“Officer.”
The interruption was most welcome. Buffy turned and saw a very
pissed-off looking Willow. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she
walked slowly up to him.
“The bar is not open yet and Buffy has a lot of work to do. As you said
before, she has been through a lot lately. I trust you won’t be taking
up any more of her time.”
“No need to get all snippy, Willow. I was just offering her some advice
and a little protection.”
Buffy watched as her normally kind and soft spoken boss clenched her
fists in anger. Wow, she thought. Willow really does have a red-heads
temper. Who knew?
“She doesn’t need your kind of protection, so if there is nothing else
you need, please leave. My husband will be here shortly.”
If possible, the dark skinned man paled. Giving Willow a dirty look, he
turned and stalked out of the bar.
“Are you okay?” Willow asked.
Buffy sighed in relief. “Yeah, Wills. I’m fine.”
“Try to stay away from him. He’s as dirty as they come. He’s got a bunch
of girls… well, um, you know-- those kind of girls-- paying him
protection money to keep from going to jail. He’s a horrible man,”
Willow said.
“Who is obviously afraid of Oz.” Buffy observed.
“He and Oz got into a fight a few years ago. Oz beat him up pretty
good.”
Buffy’s eyes got wide. “Oz?”
Oz was always so quiet; so soft spoken. The thought of him hurting
anyone seemed ridiculous to Buffy.
Willow nodded slowly. “He was coming on to me and wouldn’t stop. Tried
to tell me he would shut the place down if I… Well, Oz overheard him
taunting me and pummeled him.”
“Oz?” She asked again. “But he’s so quiet!”
“I used to think the same thing. After seeing that, working here at the
bar, and watching so many people get into fights, there is one thing I
have figured out; if pushed a man can do just about anything. Especially
when it comes to protecting their women.” Willow said.
Buffy closed her eyes, thinking about Spike and what he had said to her
the night Warren had attacked her. The same thing he had said about
Riley and Parker. She knew exactly what he had done and everything that
he was capable of. She tried to control the shaking within.
“Yeah, Willow. I guess you are right. A man will do just about anything
when it comes to protecting their women.”
**
Spike paced the penthouse.
He could feel Buffy’s panic. Damn it! He should have stayed. Something
had happened; he could feel it. It woke him up from a deep slumber.
He needed to see her, but he knew he had to calm down first. Even though
he had revealed himself to Buffy, he still had to play the game. If
Angelus figured out that the game was over, Buffy would be dead.
Angelus enjoyed his cushy little unlife a bit too much. Buffy would pose
too much of a threat to him. He would kill her. Even worse, he would try
to turn her and take her as one of his.
The thought alone enraged Spike. He really had to calm down……
The door to their bedroom opened and the two of them emerged, laughing
wickedly.
Spike closed his eyes, the words like a mantra in his head.
“Play the game, play the game…”
Angelus looked at Spike and smiled. “Going out to hunt with us, Spike?”
Spike gave him his most wicked and deadliest smile. He knew he had to
convince them nothing had changed. Make them think he was still on his
quest to win his bet.
“Not tonight, mate. Gotta see a man about a girl.
Chapter 14
Frenzy
Buffy watched the crowd carefully, searching for some sign of Spike.
She was a nervous wreck. At this point, she would have settled for
the batty girl that came and whispered things in her ear. She
desperately needed to know what happened to Warren; if what the
officer said had any validity.
She knew she was fooling herself. She had seen first hand what Spike
was capable of on the first night they met. He had killed Parker
when he barely knew her. What was he capable of now that he felt she
belonged to him? He must have seen Warren attack her. She remembered
how angry he had been when he came to her that night.
Buffy closed her eyes. Was she sick? Someone could be dead just like
Parker, Riley and Harmony, yet her only concern was what she needed
to do to keep her lover safe. Buffy touched the leather band around
her wrist. What was she becoming? How could she think so little of
human life? Guilt washed over her is suffocating waves.
“You’re thinking too much.”
Buffy looked up and saw the dark-haired women sitting before her.
“Thank God,” she muttered.
The women looked surprised at her muttered imprecation and smiled
with a touch of bitterness. “God has little to do with our kind,
dearie. You broke my boy. Made him completely yours. He’s not
playing silly games anymore.”
“Look I don’t have time for the obscure comments,” Buffy hissed.
“Spike… You have to tell him to stop. Too many people close to me
are dying. Someone is watching me now. If he puts two and two
together…”
Her words of caution were greeted with a hearty laugh. “The dolly’s
now playing the white knight? How delicious! But don’t worry your
pretty little head. My Spike knows how to make the voices become
silent.”
Buffy crossed her arms in front of her, not even bothering to hide
her ire. “That’s my point! He has to stop doing whatever it is he
does to fix my problems. It’s only making it worse.”
The other woman shook her head. “Dolly doesn’t understand. He can’t
stop no more that you can stop what you feel in here,” she said
pointing to her heart. Her head tilted to the side and her eyes lost
their focus.
“This will end in blood. It’s always about the blood.” She sighed.
“It’s life. It’s what keeps us going. Your blood makes my boy feel
alive. He will do whatever he must to keep it flowing. You don’t
understand yet do you?”
“Please,” Buffy whispered. “Help me understand.”
“You are his. He is yours. Your fates are intertwined. You’re here
to free my boy. Whatever else happens, you must remember that. He
has already figured it out. Pity if you take too long and cannot
play the game,” she pouted.
Buffy was about to ask her another question when she was
interrupted.
“Daddy and my boy are out playing. Have to catch up with them or
there will be no supper.”
Buffy blinked and she was gone.
Thoroughly riled by now, she was slamming bottles back in their
places when another voice spoke behind her.
“I’ll have a scotch. Neat.”
She squeezed her eyes closed, his slimy voice bringing a surge of
nausea. Steeling herself, she turned and saw the officer sitting on
a barstool and smiling at her evilly.
Buffy knew it was imperative that she remain calm and not allow this
man to upset her. If Spike felt even an inkling of her true
emotional state he would come running. He would find this man
tormenting her and he would take care of her problems yet again. She
couldn’t allow that to happen. She had to be strong.
**
Buffy entered her house, carefully securing all the locks. She was
exhausted. All night she had endured the policeman’s suggestive
comments and pushed him away as he tried to grope her. Seeing her
distress, Oz had come to her aid, asking the suddenly fearful
officer to leave. She had stayed later than usual helping Oz and
Willow close up, gratefully accepting the ride home they offered.
Just in case a certain policeman was watching her, wanting to follow
her home.
Once inside, she made it to the kitchen. Pouring herself a healthy
shot of the liquor she had opened the other night, she closed her
eyes and thought of Spike. His hands on her, his words comforting
her. But superimposed over this were other images. Riley, Parker,
Warren, the cop-- all taunting her. Harmony laughing at her. She
imagined them dead. Her gut twisted in knots. All dead because they
had wronged or hurt her in some way.
Buffy took a swig straight from the bottle this time, choking on the
amber liquid. Tears filled her eyes as she gasped for air. She sank
to the floor and began to sob uncontrollably, wildly. She surged to
her feet as anger boiled within her. Damn them. Damn all of them!
Why did they have to torture her? Why could they not just leave her
alone?
Buffy let out a frustrated scream and hurled the bottle across the
room, watching it smash against the wall. The shards of glass
tinkled as they hit the ground. It wasn’t enough. She needed more.
She needed to break something else. In a fury, she began to throw
everything within reach. When she ran out of things to hurl at the
walls, she started turning over the furniture, crying and howling as
she did so.
Suddenly she felt two arms encircle her. She had no time to see who
it was. The irrational part of her brain kicked in. She thought it
was the Officer come to make her pay up.
“NO NO NO!!” She screamed as she struggled, kicking at the person
behind her. “SPIKE!!! SPIKE!!! HELP ME!!!!” she cried.
The grip around her tightened and she was shaken like a rag doll.
“BUFFY!! Shh, it’s me, luv.”
She stopped thrashing around as his voice finally penetrated. She
collapsed against him, sobbing harshly.
“Breath,” Spike ordered trying to calm her down.
Buffy obediently opened her mouth, sucking in deep gulps of air. She
sank to the floor, Spike still holding her from behind. Her eyes
were wide and unfocused when he forced her to look at him.
“C-can’t…Can’t let them hurt you,” she whimpered, beginning to cry
once more.
She sobbed in Spike’s arms. Doing the only thing he knew that would
calm her, he nuzzled his marks on her neck, blowing lightly across
them and licking gently until the her body ceased convulsing in his
arms.
“Spike,” she cried, turning and touching his face.
Spike was so confused. He had agreed to go out with Angelus, fully
intending on hightailing it here afterwards. Half way up the front
walk of her house, he had felt her panicked rage. By the time he had
gotten into the house she was on her path of destruction.
Helpless in the face of her despair, all he could do was hold her.
Comfort her. He pushed her sweat dampened hair off her face and
pressed his cool cheek against hers.
“It’s all right. Spike’s here. Spike’s got you,” he soothed.
“I need you. I need you so much,” she cried turning herself in his
lap. Her hands were awkward in their urgency as she shoved at his
duster and then yanked his t-shirt swiftly over his head.
Spike was shocked at her urgency but allowed her free rein to do
what she would.
She kissed him hard, whimpering into his mouth. “I need you,” she
repeated, pawing at his jeans. He did the best he could to assist
her, but she would have none of it. Batting his hands away, she
continued until he was completely bare to her. Her own clothes were
removed and flung away with little regard for the delicate fabrics.
Naked, she straddled him, her eyes wild and sparkling with tears as
she stared down at him.
Leaning up he captured her mouth with his, knowing instinctively
that she needed for him to take control of her fragile emotions.
Shifting her on his lap, he entered her slowly. Filling her. Giving
her the comfort she so desperately sought.
A hiss of pleasure escaped him as she rocked slowly and steadily
against him. Spike looked up at her, kissing her cheeks and then her
eye lids.
“I love you, beautiful girl,” he said holding her hips as she slid
up and down, surrounding him with her warmth.
Buffy took his face in her hands, kissing him so sweetly that Spike
whimpered. “You feel so good,” she whispered.
Spike growled, something animalistic was kicking in. Something had
caused his girl pain. He could feel it twisting inside her. He
looked in her eyes silently vowing to destroy whatever had dared to
hurt her. He kissed her soundly, thrusting his hips up into her as
he held her in his lap.
Buffy, showing a bout of uncharacteristic strength pushed him back
onto the floor. Stunned for a moment, Spike tried to get up but she
held his wrists down with her tiny hands as she began to grind
herself on top of him.
Spike’s eyes rolled back in his head. “God, Buffy!” he gasped as she
clenched her muscles around him. He opened his lust laden eyes and
watched her bouncing on top of him, supporting herself by holding
tightly to his sides. She was a vision, her head thrown back in
ecstasy. He felt her get wetter and hotter by the moment. Her inner
walls began to shudder as he bit her bottom lip.
He knew what was happening. Buffy let out the loudest scream he had
ever from her, causing him to follow her release with his own. She
collapsed on top of him, whimpering. He thought she would fall
asleep, but instead she continued to rock back and forth. Her
exhausted body begging his to remain within her, continuing to give
her the pleasurable comfort she needed so badly. Spike held her
close to him.
“Nothing feels as good as you, Buffy. So strong, yet so sweet.
You’re everything to me,” He whispered reassuringly.
“I’m nothing without you,” she said still kissing him desperately.
“Don’t ever leave me.”
Spike looked into her eyes. He was about to say something but the
words would not come. Instead he rolled her over and continued to
give her what she wanted, what she needed. The truth would hurt too
much and tonight she had been through too much. The truth could
wait.
Chapter 15
The Master Plan
Buffy lay sleeping in Spike’s arms, clinging to him. He looked down
at her, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest. When he felt
her stir, he kissed the top of her head and gently stroked her hair,
soothing her back to dreamland. His own chaotic thoughts didn’t
allow for the sweet release of sleep. Taking a human as a lover was
a novelty for creatures of his kind. It wasn’t unusual to take one
for a moment’s enjoyment before their lives were ended, but nothing
like this was ever condoned.
Spike finally closed his eyes, allowing the warmth of her tiny naked
form to envelope him and sweep him into slumber.
~*~*~
A few hours later Buffy stirred. She stretched, sighing when his
arms tightened instinctively around her. Turning to face him, she
began feathering kisses across the smooth pale skin of his chest.
Tracing the flat, copper colored nipples with the point of her
tongue drew a soft groan from him. A mischievous smile appeared on
her face as she trailed phantom kisses and touches down the taut
muscles of his abdomen, applying only the barest pressure so as not
to rouse him from his slumber, but still enough to somewhat awaken
his subconscious senses.
Spike slowly released his hold on her, allowing her the freedom to
slink her way down is naked form. She reached his burgeoning
erection and brushed her hand over it lightly, smothering a giggle
when it jumped and twitched under her hand.
Buffy leaned over him, letting the very tip of her tongue to graze
up the entire length to the weeping tip. Pulling back, she blew a
stream of cool air over the wet tracks made by her tongue, smiling
when his hips thrust involuntarily upwards. Another moan, stronger
this time. Buffy gathered some saliva in her mouth, preparing
herself for Spike’s wake up call. Inching one hand underneath, she
lifted his cock to her mouth, wrapped her lips around him, and slid
down with excruciating slowness, taking in as much as she could.
When Spike opened his eyes he nearly shot his load at the sight that
met his bemused eyes. Nestled between his legs was his gorgeous,
golden goddess, working him for all it was worth. Her eyes danced as
she saw she had awoken him. His hands reached down and threaded
through her wild, silky mane.
“My God, you’re amazing,” he rasped.
He continued to watch her, feeling like he was drowning in the
warmth of her mouth as it slid up and down. Letting go of her hair,
he reached up and grabbed the rails of the headboard, his body as
taut as a bowstring as he thrust upwards with yearning.
“Christ, luv that feels so bloody good. So wet… suck harder, baby…”
Spike pleaded.
Buffy doubled her efforts, swirling her tongue around him and
nipping at the velvety head.
Spike squeezed his eyes tightly shut. “So good... Ungh… so hot. God…
love your mouth.”
Something primitive awoke in both of them. Spike twined his hands in
her hair once more, using it to guide her head up and down as she
took more and more of his steely shaft down her throat.
“That’s it. Take it. Suck it harder,” Spike sneered harshly, his
fingers tightening and pulling at her hair.
Buffy almost came right then. She felt her own need for completion
overtake her. Grabbing Spike’s wrists, she yanked his hands from her
hair.
Spike froze, afraid that he might have gone too far, been too rough
and coarse with her. He was about to asked her if she was all right,
but Buffy didn’t give him the chance. She looked at him with lust
filled eyes and crawled on top of him, impaling herself on his hard
shaft with a stifled shriek.
He growled, his hips rising up to meet her on the down stroke. Buffy
arched her back, trying to push him deeper inside. She gasped for
breath, letting out small whimpers as she sought her completion. Her
body tightened and squeezed around him as she came hard.
Spike knew his lover by now. Once was never enough for her. She was
like him; when it came to him, she was an absolute glutton. Spike
grabbed onto the headboard once more, grunting as she slammed down
onto him.
“You can’t be real. You have to be a nymph or a bloody fairy or some
other mystical creature brought to earth to drive me insane,” Spike
hissed, continuing to thrust into her.
Buffy closed her eyes, giving into the incredible sensation of Spike
inside her, touching her in all those wonderful places that gave her
the greatest pleasure she had ever felt. She opened her eyes and
smiled wickedly, bending to nip at his mouth. Spike pouted for more
but Buffy pulled away again. She stroked his arms and chest, shaking
her head playfully as she began to swirl her hips in ever increasing
circles on his cock.
“I’m not anything special. No nymph or fairy. Just your average
bartender,” Buffy said breathlessly. God! The sounds he was making
were such a turn on for her.
“Nothing average about you, luv.” Spike growled, biting his lip as
she ground her clit against the base of his prick.
Buffy reached behind her back and place her hands on Spike’s thighs.
She arched her back and using her arms as leverage, encouraged him
to pound into her at this new angle.
“Oh God! Spike...” she whimpered rocking her body up and down him.
His knuckles were white where they gripped the headboard, trying to
keep up their pace. Buffy was coming undone, her body beginning to
shake.
“God, I can’t wait to feel you come all over my cock...” Spike
groaned. He watched his lover in fascination and frenzy.
“Tell me, Buffy,” he demanded.
“So good, Spike! Only you can make me feel this way,” she moaned
feeling it coming, surging towards her.
“Again.”
“Only you!”
Spike felt her walls spasming. “Only you, luv,” he agreed. “Only
you.”
She had heard him snarl and knew what was going to happen next. With
the lighting speed of a striking cobra, Spike latched onto her neck,
bearing down and forcing his fangs into her. Buffy felt it. Waves of
mindless pleasure thrashed from within her. For a moment she blacked
out. One moment she was riding Spike with everything she had, the
next she was gasping against his chest, his arms tightly around her,
her breathing shallow and labored. Her whole body tingled. When
Spike removed his fangs from her neck, she moved to slide off of
him.
“Don’t you bloody move!” he said trying to sound menacing, only his
voice was weak and he could barely hold her in his arms as they
trembled.
“Trying to get away, pet?”
“That’s the plan. At least, as soon as my legs start working again,”
she teased.
Both of them erupted with laughter. Buffy kissed him. “Don’t worry,
I’d never go far.”
“I know you won‘t, luv,” Spike said seriously.
<>
After darkness fell, Spike walked Buffy to work. He promised he
would be there when she got done.
For now, however, he had work to do. He had plans to set in motion.
He watched them walking down the street. Hollywood was the perfect
place for it. All the lights, people from all walks of life gathered
around-- some walking, some standing-- all entranced by the glitz
and glamour of it all.
Tourists with their cameras slung around their necks and cheesy
T-shirts screaming they were not from around here. All of them
waiting around and snapping their cameras, hoping to catch a glimpse
of someone famous or to be privy to some dark excitement from the
underbelly of the legendary city.
It was perfect. The ideal place to make a statement.
He followed his prey. One of those idiots advertising to get mugged
or taken advantage of in his obnoxious plaid shirt and Bermuda
shorts. Someone Spike normally would have never looked at twice, but
tonight he was perfect; just the kind of prey he was looking to
hunt.
The pathetic fool did not even see him coming. It was too easy.
Spike sank his fangs into him as he fell limp in his arms. With
disgust he pushed the dead victim away from him and stalked off into
the shadows.
A little while later, he heard them. Screams. People were coming
from everywhere. The sound of sirens pierced his ears as he perched
on a rooftop above it all.
He shut his eyes tightly. It was done. He was setting everything
into motion.
Soon it would all be over…
Chapter 16
Take What You Can
Two weeks had gone by.
Every night when Buffy went to work, Spike found another
victim to make an example of. Not too high profile, but
enough to make people wonder. He knew it was only a
matter of time until he was sought out. Until it was all
over.
Spike didn’t care. He no longer felt anything. He only
cared about her. And moments like these.
Naked, he leaned back against the headboard of Buffy’s
bed with her nestled between his legs, her smooth back
to his front. His arms were around her waist and he
occasionally bent his head to nip at the soft skin of
her neck and shoulders.
Buffy sighed. She had never felt more sated, more
complete, than when she was in Spike’s arms. While she
continued her therapy, she only gave up small,
unimportant bits of her life and answered the most
general of questions. It was all rather pointless now,
because in the end, she always gave in to Spike and the
fantasy world they created within the walls of her
bedroom.
“You’re quiet tonight, pet.”
“I was just thinking about the first time you touched
me,” Buffy told him.
Spike smirked. “I remember it quite well, luv. Shocked
you a bit, didn’t I?” he teased.
Buffy laughed, but when she turned her head to meet his
eyes, her expression was intent. “I never knew anything
could feel so intense. I didn’t know it could be like
that.”
She laid her hand over his, sliding her fingers between
his. Lifting his hand, she kissed his palm gently. “You
have the most amazing hands.”
Spike raised his eyebrows, grinning wickedly. “Tell me,
do you ever have fantasies about us? Things you would
like for us to do?” When her cheeks immediately turned a
deep crimson shade, he chuckled knowingly. “I’ll take
that as a yes.”
Buffy looked up at him. “Do you?”
Her shy question caused him to become so aroused that
she felt him harden against her lower back. “I’ll take
that as a yes,” she teased in return.
He looked at her, lust clear in his eyes. The intensity
of them when he looked at her like this always made her
heart race. “Care to indulge me, pet?” He dipped his
head and ran his tongue firmly over his marks, evoking a
delicate shiver from her.
“I’ll make you a deal, luv. You fulfill one of my
fantasies, and I’ll fulfill you one of yours. Do we have
a deal?”
Buffy was lost in the sensations that his lips and
tongue were drawing forth at her neck, but not so far
gone that she couldn’t bring herself to agree to his
terms. The feel of his smile against her skin brought a
rush of warmth from her body.
Gently he twisted her hair around his hand and pulled
her head back, kissing her with a depth of passion that
curled her toes.
“Look at me,” he demanded. When she obediently opened
her eyes and gazed up at him, the expression of complete
trust he found there twisted something inside him.
Spike lightly skimmed the tops of her shoulders with his
hands before skimming down her arms and capturing her
small hands inside his. Drawing them upwards, he used
his hands to manipulate hers, stroking them over her
throat and shoulders, moving lower to cup the soft
mounds of her breasts. Her sharp gasp and slight
stiffening brought soothing noises from the man behind
her.
Shh, baby. Feel that? Doesn’t it feel so good?” The
sibilant whisper against her ear caused her highly
sensitized skin to flush with a prickly heat. “Don’t you
want to feel what I feel when I touch you this way?”
His fingers gently urged hers around the hard points of
her nipples, tugging and toying with them until they
stood out hungrily. “I know how sensitive these are, how
much you love it when I touch them. Kiss them. Lick
them. Draw them deep into my mouth and suckle them.”
Using the tip of his nose he nudged her chin up and his
mouth covered hers, his tongue slipping inside to twine
around hers in a slow, sensual exploration.
Buffy was so lost in his kiss and the things their
joined hands were doing to her breasts that it barely
registered when Spike manipulated one hand down over her
stomach. It wasn’t until she felt the brush of soft
curls against her fingers that her eyes shot open in
disbelief.
She gasped, trying to pull her hand from his only to
feel his fingers tighten around hers, pressing down
firmly into the neatly trimmed curls that covered her
mound.
“Thought we had an agreement.”
Buffy shook her head. “I-I can’t!” she squeaked.
“Not even for me?” Spike asked.
She could feel his pout as he kissed her again, drawing
in her bottom lip and biting down lightly. He had
touched her like this countless times, but somehow
having him watch her do it seemed wicked.
“I want to watch you,” his mesmerizing voice went on, “I
want to hold you while come apart. I want you to show me
how badly you need me with that tiny little hand of
yours.”
Buffy started to relax back against him as she fell
under the spell of his soothing voice.
“Please, my beautiful girl, make me want to touch you.”
Spike guided her hand down between her legs once more.
“Keep looking at me. Nowhere else. Watch me watching
you,” he commanded.
Buffy stared into his eyes as he guided her lower,
coating their fingers with her arousal. She bit her lip
then let out a short gasp as he skimmed their fingertips
over her clit, stroking the nub and causing her to
whimper.
He moved their hands in slow circular motions dipping
within her. “Go on , luv,” he urged. “Feel how soft and
sleek you are? And hot. I’ve never felt such fire. You
make me burn for you.”
Spike felt her relax, becoming more comfortable with her
actions. Slowly, he released her hand. Buffy paused only
for a moment then continued on her own. He broke their
gaze, looking at her dainty fingers circle the hard nub
of her clit and dips into her folds to draw out more
moisture to smooth around in the glistening curls.
“Does it feel good, baby?” he asked his voice
roughening, his nostrils flaring as he breathed deeply
of her musk.
“Mmm hmm.” Feeling suddenly empowered, Buffy adding more
pressure, her strokes firmer and more assured. She
closed her eyes and rested her head back on Spike’s
shoulder.
“Look at you,” he said reverently. “So beautiful. So
free. Do you know what you’re doing to me? You’re
driving me crazy. Watching you work yourself with those
pretty little hands of yours.” His hands covered her
breasts and she arched them towards him. “It makes me
want to crawl inside you and never come out.”
Buffy got lost in his words, caught up in the feel of
her hands on her most intimate parts and the liberation
of the act. Her hand began to move frantically.
“Almost there, pet,” he encouraged, easing them both
down to lie on their backs, her writhing body resting
half on him.
When Buffy’s hips reared up for a moment, Spike quickly
grabbed her, drawing her even further onto his body and
holding her in place.
Buffy’s face contorted with frustration as she tried
with all her might to find the release just out of her
grasp. She nearly screamed in agony when Spike reached
down and jerked her hand away, sobbing until she felt
his cool fingers slide deep inside her, deeper than she
could reach.
“Hush, sweetheart. Let Spike help you.”
Buffy let out a relieved cry as he expertly hit her in
all the right places twisting his wrist to find the one
spot she had sought in vain. Immediately she was slammed
by one of the most intense orgasms he had ever given
her, a hoarse scream ripping from her throat.
“There you are, luv. That’s my precious baby,” he
praised, letting her ride out her climax against his
hand.
Buffy’s body finally went limp, her head rolling back
against Spike’s shoulder. After a long while she looked
up and saw him staring down at her. He took her hand and
began to lick and suck on her fingers, cleaning them
with his tongue.
“Still the best taste I have ever had in my mouth,”
Spike said with a wicked leer.
She realized that she was laying completely on top of
him by now, her back to his front. Before she could
question him, she felt him pushing inside her from
behind and beneath, the new angle hitting her just right
inside. Spike twisted his hips and thrust deeper into
her.
“Oh God!” Buffy cried out.
Spike groaned, keeping her locked in place as he
introduced her to this new position. They stayed like
that for a few minutes, rocking, swaying, and panting
until Buffy felt her body nearing release again.
She lifted herself, flipping around and then impaling
herself on his cock, slamming down so fast that he saw
stars.
“BUFFY!” Spike gasped.
Soon the shock wore off and was replaced by intense
pleasure. Spike held her as she straddled him, using his
shoulders to drive him deeper into her. She was wild
with passion and looked as if all she wanted to do was
have Spike consume her completely.
He steadied her letting her have control for awhile. She
felt perfect, her tight inner muscles holding him
firmly. Spike closed his eyes, feeling nothing but her.
He sat up, resting his head against her shoulder and
driving himself deeper into her.
Buffy climaxed again, her body bucking against his.
Spike groaned, feeling her explosion all around him.
''You’re so beautiful. You feel so wonderful,” he
whispered in her ear, nipping it lightly. ''I want to
stay inside you forever.''
Buffy moaned. She lowered her head against his neck.
Still rocking her hips, keeping him trapped within her
as her inner walls quivered, she could feel Spike was
close.
Without thought she bit down on his neck with such
ferocity that she actually broke skin.
Spike roared, his demon coming forth and violently
latching on to her neck. She felt herself go over the
edge again, letting out a muffled cry as she sucked on
him feeling his blood fill her mouth.
“MINE!” his demon roared.
Buffy pulled away, staring into his yellow eyes. “MINE!”
she insisted.
“Yours,” Spike’s demon complied.
“Yours,” she whispered.
Buffy watched as Spike’s faced shifted, his yellow eyes
replaced with astonished blue.
“Yours,” she repeated, panting as her shaking fingers
skimmed his perfect cheekbones.
Tears stung his eyes. For the first time ever, he knew
what it felt to truly belong to someone. With trembling
lips he kissed her forehead then looked into her eyes.
“Yours.”
Chapter Seventeen
Dark Times
There was no fight this time, no fear. She felt him,
heard his call. Obeying the pull, she got in her car and drove on
autopilot. She found herself in a dangerous part of town once more.
Locking her car up, she smiled to herself. Once she would feel
apprehensive and paranoid, but not tonight. Tonight she knew she
would be safe. No creature would harm her, because she belonged to
him.
She walked calmly down the street ignoring the cat
calls and hollers of the few drunken men gathered around in the
doorways. She turned left, then right. Suddenly, she was grabbed by
someone. She could tell from his touch he was human. Human, but
hostile. He groped at her breasts roughly.
“Don’t make a sound, honey, and I won’t hurt you,”
he rasped, his foul breath assaulting her senses.
Buffy was about to scream when her would be attacker
was forcibly pulled away from her by two growling men. Their eyes
flickered amber as they covered the man’s mouth and dragged him
away. She had no idea who these men were. She had never seen them
before. She was about to follow, her mouth already opening to
question them, when she felt a tap on her shoulder.
When she turned she saw another man dressed in a
pair of black jeans and a button down denim shirt. He grabbed her
chin and tilted her head to the side, examining her neck much like
the bouncer from the mysterious club had done.
The first two men waited until the third nodded
before dragging their whimpering captive away. Her attacker’s eyes
were filled with fear and panic and she took a step towards him,
only to feel the third man’s hand on her shoulder ushering her away
from the unsavory scene.
“Feel no pity for that animal, my beauty. The things
he had planned for you make what is going to be done to him seem
humane.”
Buffy allowed him to lead her away, looking over her
shoulder one last time to catch a glance of the struggling man as
the two creatures pulled him into the shadows.
The man opened a door and pointed down the darkened
stairs, motioning for Buffy to walk in. She hesitated only for a
moment. She felt HIM again, HIS call. No more words were exchanged
with her escort, he simply bowed and melted away into the shadows.
She could barely make out the steps in the darkness
and for a brief moment she felt as if her descent would never cease,
but finally she reached the bottom. Turning left, she entered a huge
warehouse. The place was filled with bodies pressed against each
other as they danced to a sensual beat. The golden tint of her skin
and the pulse of her blood caught their attention, but only one was
foolish enough to invade her personal space. Instinctively, she
turned her head to the side displaying where she believed the marks
to be. The man whimpered and then bolted away.
Buffy took a deep breath to steady her nerves before
walking up a flight of stairs to the most secluded corner of the
dark club. For a moment she lingered at the railing to watch the
dancers. There was a haunting and mesmerizing beauty in the way they
all clung to each other, full of fire and passion. No hidden
meanings or intent. A knowing passing between each couple. Their
wants and needs so filled with truth. Their unbridled lust
permeating the room.
Her senses went into overdrive when she felt a
presence behind her.
HIS presence.
Still leaning over the rail, she waited, feeling him
close in on her. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around her. She sighed,
sagging into him as her hand found its way around his neck.
“I promised myself I would take you out tonight.
Show you a good time. A bit of dancing and dinner.”
She smiled, her eyelids fluttering closed as his
cool hand gently rubbed on her bare midriff.
“But now all I can think of is taking you home and
having my way with you.” He nipped at the soft flesh of her earlobe.
She groaned as his fingertips traced intricate patterns on her
exposed stomach.
“Spike,” she whispered, completely lost as he pushed
her up against the railing, resting his chin on her shoulder as he
looked down, smiling in appreciation of the outfit she had worn just
for him.
“Red. My favorite color. But you knew that, didn’t
you, pet?” he whispered. “This one is new. Did you buy this for me,
my beautiful girl? To drive me crazy? Make me want you so bad I
can’t think straight?”
Buffy smiled. “Is it working?” She rubbed her
backside against his hardened shaft.
Spike growled in encouragement, his hand finding its
way under her red vinyl skirt.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, naughty Buffy” he chided as his hand
slid over her moist sex unimpeded by any undergarments.
She gasped as his finger pressed against her clit,
rubbing it gently. She went slack in his arms giving in to him like
she always did. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she stifled a
groan.
“No,” he commanded, his free hand grasping her chin
and forcing her to release the abused lip. “I want to hear what I do
to you. You know how much I love it when you come undone what it
does to me when you scream my name. Are you going to deny me one of
my favorite things Buffy?” He asked still working her clit.
Buffy shook her head viciously.
“Good Girl.” He said kissing her forehead.
Buffy reached behind her. As much as her knew what
she like, she knew what he did in return. Pushing back on him she
freed herself from his grip she spun her around reversing their
positions. She attacked his mouth devouring it kissing him hard at
first then softly. She felt Spike groan as she peppered kissed down
his jaw to his neck.
He held the railing from behind as he watched Buffy
drop to her knees. Never taking her eyes off of him she undid the
buckle of his pants, then with a wicked gleam in her eyes used her
tongue to placed the zipper in her mouth and pull it down.
Spike’s eyes widen in shock as she stroke him.
“God Buffy.” He mumbled.
Spike’s head flew back as he felt Buffy’s hot mouth
around him. Gently sucking him. Her movements were strong yet
gentle. Every once and awhile he would pull him out to lick him or
place a went kiss on him. Then she would resume her torturous
worship. He knew he was not going to last long. Taking her by her
shoulders he pulled her up. He kissed her roughly them spun her
around to face the dance floor. He placed her hands on the railing
then pulled up her skirt. He entered her fast from behind lifting
her on her tiptoes.
Buffy moaned gasping for breath as he filled her.
Nothing compared to the feeling of Spike inside her. Filling her
making her feel wanted, complete. Taking her head and twisting it
back he whispered in her ear.
“Open your eyes Beautiful Girl. Look at me.”
Buffy gripped the bar tightly she heard the clank of
his ring as he grabbed it pushing harder against her. Their eyes
remained locked as he plunged in and out of her. The intensity in
their gaze stoking the fire between them. Spike moaned biting his
bottom lip then raking his tongue across his bottom teeth. Buffy
drew her own out licking at his lip playfully. He smiled as his
eyebrows scrunched driving himself deeper into her.
Buffy felt a now familiar sensation creeping through
her. She felt it knew it was going to happen.
Still staring into her eyes Spike stroke his hand
against the fiery cheek.
“There you are Luv. Remember this is my favorite
part. I love feeling you fluttering all around me pouring yourself
on me. Will you cum for me Beautiful Girl?”
Buffy opened her mouth to scream as her body shook.
Spike lowered his mouth onto her swallowing her cry as he pounded
himself into her his pace becoming frantic. His face shifted as he
found the side of neck. Buffy felt herself being taken over the edge
again as he emptied his seed into her as he pulled blood from her.
Sated Buffy held onto her lover waiting to recover.
Finally they regained their senses. Spike fixed
Buffy mussed up outfit then set himself right. He pulled her into
his lap as they watched the crowd below dance.
Buffy crawled deeper onto Spike lap as he adjusted
his duster to cover her bare legs.
She touched her neck.
“Spike why can’t I see them? Don’t lie to me I know
they are there.”
Spike rested his head on her shoulder kissing his
marks on her neck.
“Just trying to protect you Buffy. You don’t want
people to see those marks. Humans who can identify what they are,
let’s just say they are not the friendliest of people.”
Buffy closed her eyes.
“There is so much I don’t know.”
“Give it time Luv.” He encouraged.
Buffy looked at Spike soberly.
“Do we have that Spike? Time I mean?” She asked.
Spike smiled at her and kissed her lightly.
“We have now.” He said.
Buffy wanted to protest but she knew better than to
try. Spike would just get agitated. She did not want that tonight.
Tonight she just wanted to pretend.
“That’s more than a lot of people get I suppose.”
She said smiling.
Spike chuckled giving her another peck on the cheek.
He urged her up then stood. He grabbed her hand than guided her down
the stairs and out of the club.
“I believe I promised you dinner.” He said.
Buffy laughed letting him take her to her car. Ever
the gentleman, he opened her door than shut it. He walked over to
the driver’s side ready to enter when she stopped. In the distance
he saw her. She was watching him, studying him. He knew she was near
felt her. Not wanting to alarm Buffy he opened the door and started
her car trying to hide that it seemed as if his plan had succeeded.
The girl watched them from the distance. They looked
like a normal couple having fun out on a date. But her research told
her something different. That was him. She was his target.
Spike, William The Bloody.
She crossed her arms and chuckled. Why was everyone
so afraid of him. He looked harmless enough. Shrugging her shoulders
she decided to call it an early night. Look up an old friend. She
walked down the street humming a obscure rock tune twirling a wooden
stake in her hand.
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