Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own all the characters contained within. I hold no claim on them.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Set during Buffy versus Dracula and then goes seriously AU after that! Buffy is missing and Spike is the only one who has noticed. Where is Buffy and why is Spike the only one who is worried? Will the peroxide vampire be able to find her before it's too late? What has happened to the Scoobies and will they save Xander before he really becomes Dracula's butt monkey?

Chapter 35  

"So I got kinda bored waiting for Count 'Ivannawaittillater' to work out which one of the Slayer's little friends was my Key."  

Tara froze. Her hands shook as she tried to insert the key into the lock. The Magic Box was a silent witness to the scream of pain as her wrist snapped under the pressure of the smaller blonde's hand as Glory spun Tara around to face her.  

"Oh, you are a cutie, I had my boys watching over you last night, seeing that you are the newest arrival and all." Glory gripped harder and Tara gasped as she felt her wrist shatter. Glory grinned maliciously and let the blood under finger help her hand slide over her victims twitching fingers and crush them in her iron hard grasp. "Have to say they were kinda pissed about the wards up on your crash pad.  None of them could get you for me, so here I am, having to go out in the sun.  You have any idea how bad this is for my divine complexion?"  

"Oh goddess," Tara quietly cried, , unwilling to draw attention to passers-by. She and Giles had parted that morning so he could get a change of clothes and freshen up. A small part of her railed at the foolishness of them all. Their strongest fighters were gone, leaving two mortals alone and vunerable to attack. None of them had even considered for one brief moment, that one day without Buffy or Spike around, things would get this bad. She retched from pain amplified as Glory crushed her fragile bones to powder.  

"Oh, this is nice. Just hangin' out, just us girls. I heard you like that sort of thing, don't you?" Glory squeezed Tara 's imprisoned hand harder and grinned at the sight of blood seeping out between their fingers.  

Tara winced in pain; flashes of white hot agony shot up from her hand and into her body, the sound of her fragile bones cracking filled the air. "Ahhh." She took a deep breath and held it as she tried not to fall to her knees in anguish.  

"Don't make a sound," Glory warned as she tightened her grasp. She glanced down and watched the blood seep from between their fingers. Tara gasped again and tried to subdue her whimpers as Glory looked up and down the street to check that they were being ignored. She was on the alert for any do-gooders who might interfere with her getting her Key and stopping her fun. Early morning passer-bys were oblivious to the dramatic events unfolding, not seeming to notice a little thing like a bone crushing as out of place. “You gotta love this town.  Their heads are so far up their asses they don’t see a thing, not even this!” Glory raised their joined hands and shook them, showering blood over Tara ’s fair hair.  

Tara took a sobbing breath trying not to fall to the ground in a babbling weeping mess. She looked away, desperately searching for the familiar sight of Giles, who had arranged to meet her that morning. She glanced at the two cycle cops at the top of the street, chatting to themselves and oblivious of her situation and pain.  

"Nah. They won't help you. I'd kill them,” the goddess promised maliciously. “You know that.  All of them are vunerable, just like you," she taunted. “There's no one here that can stop me, no one to save you," Glory mocked as Tara continued to gasp and pant as agony filled her.  

"There's no one here that cares that your hand is mush and blood is soaking the cement," Glory laughed cruelly. The god casually flexed her fingers against Tara ’s as she used her superhuman strength on the little Wicca’s hand, revelling in the groan of pain that erupted from her victim's lips. “Ohhh yummy, I love it when they scream and whimper, makes me tingly all over.”  

"Please, don't," Tara whimpered and tried to pull her hand free.  

Glory shook her head and laughed. "Don't even try, honey. I'll kill her," she drawled while pointing to a mother pushing her baby in a pram. "And ... and them." She gestured to a couple waiting at the bus stop. "I'll kill him, and her and her." She laughed loudly, throwing back her head and shaking her hair over her shoulders. "And it'll all be your fault." Glory's nails dug in and Tara 's blood began to drip out between their fingers. Tara continued to whimper softly, in agonising pain and her breathing was erratic.  

"Kinda funny, isn't it? All these people here and ... no one who can do a thing. Not a person who can help you."  

Tara whimpered and turned her head to look at Glory. Her eyes widened at the sight of Giles's car pulling onto Main Street .  Hope filling her, she gritted her teeth and tried to wrest her hand free.  

Glory ignored her futile attempts and carried on her one-sided conversation. "But that's people for ya. They're pretty worthless." She sighed dramatically and watched as a man walked past them. "But keys, on the other hand ... keys are worth a whole lot to lil’old me."  

Tara 's stomach dropped at the mention of Dawnie.  She gritted her teeth, determined to at least keep that secret. She shook her head and tightened her lips defiantly.  

Glory smiled and brought their clenched hands up to her sneering mouth and licked off some of the blood. Her eyes widened in shock and she made a disgusted face and spat on the pavement. "You lying little tramp! You're not the key -- you're nothing! Just another worthless human being!" she exclaimed angrily.  

"But I never said I was the Key," Tara whispered painfully in her defence.  

Glory shook their joined hands maliciously, enjoying the whimpers of agony escaping from her captive's lips. "I hate being lied to. It makes me feel so betrayed." She paused briefly pondering her next move, also mentally torturing and eviscerating her idiot minions for their mistake. "Hey!" She looked back at Tara 's sweating pale face. "You wanna make it all better?" Tara looked at her with fear. "If you tell me who the key really is ... I'll let you go," Glory lied.  

Tara ’s face filled with alarm. Glory gave her hand another squeeze and she whimpered again as the last of her bones cracked under the pressure.  

Tara blinked through her tears.  In the distance she saw Giles slam on the brakes of his car and leap out. He began to run towards them, his feet beating a sharp frantic staccato on the sidewalk. But he was already too late. She could see his anguished face as he ran towards her calling her name. Tara groaned under her breath, realising that they were both lost.  

"Think about it. You think your hand hurts? Imagine what you'd feel with my fingers wiggling in your brain." Tara gulped loudly, fear fixing her pulse at a rapid pace. "It doesn't kill you. What it does ... is make you feel like you're in a noisy little dark room." Glory frowned and moved from foot to foot, fidgeting uncomfortably. "Naked and ashamed ... and there are things in the dark that need to hurt you because you're bad ... little pinching things that go in your ears." Tara began to sob loudly as she watched Giles running towards her almost as if he were in slow motion. Glory continued, oblivious to the events unfolding around her. "It crawls on the inside of your skull. And you know ... that if the noise and the crawling would stop ... that you could remember how to get out." Glory contemplated her own words as Tara continued to weep quietly.  

The smug god turned to look at Tara again and smirked. "But you never, ever will." Glory  crushed the useless hand in her palm, giggling at the girl’s cry of pain.    

"Who ... is ... the key?" she demanded again.  

Tara forced herself to stop crying and looked Glory defiantly in the eye, and said nothing.  

"Fine, let's get crazy." Glory caressed the side of Tara 's face with her other hand. Tara whimpered and tried to pull her face away. It was all too late; strong fingers plunged into Tara 's vulnerable head.  

There was a crackle and a pop, and then nothing.   

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  

Buffy rolled onto her side and glared at the demon next to her making with the noises. She sighed wistfully. ‘So much for the romantic snuggles and Spike loving’.  The happy rumbles and snorts were loud enough to shake dust off the rafters above her and a total mood killer. She huffed and reached over and poked Spike in the ribs. As cute, sexy and as adorable as he was, the snoring was kind of loud and she wanted him awake and making with the Spike shaped snuggles.  

Spike muttered something under his breath and pulled her closer to his lax body. She sighed happily and rubbed up against him like a contented kitten.  

“Spike, are you awake?” Buffy whispered. The only response she got was a snuffling sound as he buried his face into her hair.  

Buffy mentally rolled her eyes. ‘And it’s strike one for vamp stamina.’  She wriggled a bit and managed to slither down his body until her nose was mashed against his breastbone. Spike clung tightly to her head and cradled it against him. After the last few strained days, even in his subconscious he was determined not to let her go. He purred and snorted happily, his dreams filled with his childe.  

“Mmmph…” Buffy wriggled out from his embrace and down to his belly button. With a gentle push she managed to get Spike to lay on his back. ‘The perfect yum.’ Her tongue flickered out and dipped into his bellybutton. She spent a few minutes mapping it out with her teeth and lips, causing Spike’s hips to undulate against her body. Her fingers were busy playing and tweaking his flat nipples – he arched his back as her fingernails scraped not too gently on the soft pale skin. She smirked and let her fangs drop. Delicately, Buffy nipped at his alabaster pale skin, her tongue quickly lapping the beads of blood that rose to the surface of the minute wounds.  

Buffy reluctantly left his bellybutton and trailed her lips and fangs down the fine line of hair that was pointing to her eventual goal. Her hands pressed on his lean hips, holding him still as her tongue explored his muscled stomach. She purred happily as her agile tongue traced the clean lines of his hips and downwards. Her pouting lips brushed against the deep brown curls that surrounded his twitching cock, it was semi-hard and slowly rising to the occasion.  

Buffy slipped between Spike’s splayed legs and reached for his budding erection. She cradled it reverently in her hands and rubbed the soft skin gently with her fingers. Her entranced eyes never left it, mesmerised as it slowly hardened and lengthened in her eager grasp. She ran a fingernail down along the throbbing veins, watching fascinated as his cock lurched with each delicate touch.  

Spike woke with a yelp on his lips and a very happy smile on his face.  

“Slayer…” he hissed as he watched her full swollen lips consume the tip of his erection and moaned at the passion filled eyes that stared up his body at him. He levered himself up on shaky arms and watched entranced as she tried to consume him whole. The strong muscles in her throat constricted around him as Buffy swallowed over and over, determined to take him all in. Spike gritted his teeth as she gulped hard and his cock slipped down her throat and her lips pressed against his groin. She really did seem to enjoy doing this to him! “Jesus.” He choked off his words at the sensation of her throat tightening around his hyper- sensitive cock head as she purred at him.  

Then it was over. Spike screamed out her name as a white bolt of fire shot from his balls up to his spine, fried his brain and then shot back down to his erupting cock.  

“Oh my sweet vixen… oh Christ, stop sucking… no, don’t stop, yeaaah, that’s it. Nibble just there, you vixen.” Spike kept a continuous stream of babble going as Buffy swallowed his cum in eager gulps, her teeth and tongue busily drawing out his pleasure. Her hands were diligently running up and down his thigh and dipped under her chin to squeeze his balls and rub at the sensitive skin behind them, her mouth continued on his softening cock.  Slowly she let him slip from her swollen lips and her pink tongue lapped the flaccid organ clean, her eyes never leaving his passion filled face.  

Pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his cock, Buffy sat up on her heels and licked her lips clean. “So you’re awake now?”  

Spike gaped up at the siren kneeling between his legs.  

“Cat got your tongue?” Buffy teased as she crawled up his supine body. “Lemme check.” She pressed an open mouthed kiss to his lips and let her tongue dip into his mouth, curling it around his briefly before she pulled back. “Nope, it’s right there,” she added with a twinkle to her eyes. Spike gulped and licked his lips.  He could taste himself on them and stared up at Buffy speechless, all power to speak robbed from him by her dextrous tongue and mouth. He was positive his brains had shot out of his ears when he’d come and that he would be a mute drooling idiot for the rest of his unlife. But as long as she was with him, he’d be happy, even if he had to learn sign language.  

“Hey, what’s with the Marcel Marceau impersonation?” Buffy teased as she rubbed his chest with her hands. She reached down and grabbed hold of his slack hands and placed them on her swollen breasts, mutely encouraging Spike to tease and tweak her aching nipples, something he did so well. Spike’s numb fingers responded and slowly his hands began to play with her breasts.  

“Morn’in?” Spike managed to splutter out before she straddled his hips and began to rub her wet cleft up and down on his rapidly reappearing erection.  

“Yeah. I think it is?” She squinted up at the dirty windows. “Guess we’re stuck here for the day? Hmmm…wonder what we can do to keep busy?” She looked down with a pout at her sire and waited for him to say something.  Buffy shimmed her hips and let his cock slip between her slick inner lips. As she slithered up and down on it, she groaned throatily. “Oh, I know we can do this.” With that, she shifted slightly and Spike slid into her tight wet depths.  

“Well yeah, there is that…” Spike trailed off as her inner muscles tightened.  

~~~~~~~~~  

“Oh dear lord, no!” Giles ran as fast has his legs could go, but he could see he was already too late. He powerlessly watched as Glory’s fingers sank into Tara ’s defenceless skull. He tripped over his feet wavered and managed to keep his balance, in his haste to get to the sweet girl and stumbled. Straightening, he ran over the road and slithered to a halt a foot away from Tara, the brave witch having finally sunk to her knees. He had no idea what the frizzy haired so-called Goddess was doing to the poor girl, all he could see was her fingers moving deeper and deeper into Tara 's head.  

Glory flung her head back, a look of orgasmic glee on her sharp features, her red painted lips parting as she sighed happily at the infusion of power and sanity. "Sooo good," she crooned. Tara 's hands dropped into her lap as reason and sanity was robbed from her. Slowly any animation and intelligence left was pulled from her as Glory delved even deeper into the wiccan's psyche and robbed her of all that she was..  

“No!” Giles reached for her, his gaze caught on the vacant look in her eyes, unaware of Glory reaching for him. Her face twisted with a malicious smile of glee.  Finally she was able to send a message to the Slayer—robbing a friend of her mind and breaking her father figure.  

So caught up in each other, neither of the three heard the crackle and pop behind them.  

Glory’s hands grasped hold of Giles’s lapels and jerked him off his feet.  

“Hey there, Slayer poppa.  Time for you to say nighty night,” Glory sneered as she hefted him easily over her head. Giles’s tried to wriggle free, his hand clutching futilely at her wrists. He already knew it was too late. His struggles were all for nothing – she was stronger and faster. She was a goddess and he was a mere mortal, even his magicks were a poor defence against an insane goddess intent on causing maximum destruction.  

“You know, maybe I should just drain you too.  She tasted of shortbread and fondant fancies, wonder if you would as well?” Glory tossed her curly hair over her shoulder, intent on Giles. Her glittering eyes drank in the agony on his face.  

“You rancid bint, you'll get your comeuppance,” Giles spat in her face. Defiance filled him.  He knew that there was little he could do and his soul ached for the additional anguish Buffy would undergo when she discovered his and Tara 's fate. But he knew that she would not let Glory get away with this or anything else.  

“Now that is just plain rude.” Glory shook him hard, smirking with uncontained glee as his head jolted abruptly from side to side. She gripped him with one hand around the throat, uncaring that she was bruising him badly with her superhuman strength. Glory used her free hand to wipe the spittle off her face and dried it on his shirt. "I hate fleshbags.  Do you realise that from the moment you are born, you are rotting to death?” She cocked her head and stared deeply into Giles’s eyes, watching the light in them fade out slowly. “Imagine that from the moment you take breath, you are on a countdown for the big sleep.  Must be kinda frustrating.” Glory shook him again and then yawned mockingly. “Getting kinda bored with this.  Your blood and sweat is ruining my manicure.” Her thin lips made a moue of disgust. “That’s another thing I hate.  All the fluids you humans seep everywhere.  It's disgusting, I tell you.  Disgusting!"  

Giles felt something break inside him. As she shook him like a cat with a mouse, an excruciating pain shot through his body. His vision blurred even more as his glasses flew off and shattered on the tarmac. His hands loosened their death grip on her wrist as he fought to stay conscious against her assault. But his body failed him.  The pain and damage the hell goddess was inflicting on him was more that any mortal would've been able to stand. His legs jerked once, then again as his neck shattered. Blood began to seep from his mouth and nose as delicate vessels in his brains burst under the pressure of her grip. He could feel his adam's apple splintering and bile rose in his throat. Giles glared at her defiantly and spat blood into Glory's laughing face in a last blast of bravado.  

Glory reeled back in horror. “That is vile.” Using her free hand, she blotted the blood stained spittle and wiped it on Giles’s jacket. Before she could do anything else, Glory felt something paw at her skirt. Looking down into her first victim’s slack face, the goddess grimaced.   

“It's dirty. It's all dirty. And all over me,” he heard Tara moan.  He tried to form reassuring words, but with that last use of his energy darkness seeped into his vision.  His last memory was of flying.  

“Ewww, don’t touch me, you freak!” Glory kicked Tara hard, dancing away from her clinging hands. Instead, she watched as Giles sailed across Main Street and hit a lamppost with a massive crash. Glory dusted her hands in satisfaction. "Now, if that isn't a message for the Slayer, then I don't know what is."  

An anguished voice filled the silent street. “NOOOOO!”

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