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Chapter 6

Spike lay perfectly still as he heard the Slayer open their connecting door and step just inside his room. He could hear her heart pounding in her chest and was surprised she didn’t faint from the overexertion. Slayers could take the unnecessary strain on their bodies, but this was 1775 England and women of this time would be having a fit of the “vapors” at the slightest upset. And, unfortunately, the Slayer wasn’t playing with a full deck right now. He gave a silent chuckle as he realized that the “Slayer of Slayers” was now mated to one. Then he immediately frowned.

He was a vampire for God’s sake! And, what’s with the “making nice” all of a sudden. Just because she was his now, didn’t mean he had to treat her like she was his queen. That role belonged to his Dark Princess, Drusilla. The Slayer was just a means to an end until he could get back to his time and be reunited with Dru.

Then he smelt the Slayer’s arousal and all thoughts of Dru were thrust aside as his demon became desperate to reassert his claim on her.

Unfortunately, she had slammed out of his room before he could make good on his intentions.

Grumbling at the earliness of the hour, he flung the sheets off his nude body and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stood up and reached for his breeches from where he had dropped them on the chair as he had returned from her room a few hours ago.

He vaguely heard her maid as she returned next door with the Slayer’s breakfast. Before long, he could make out additional heartbeats, then excited voices as a bunch of women gushed over her petite frame while they were apparently taking her measurements. (He could tell they were women from the copious amount of perfume that permeated their bodies to disguise their unwashed state. Honestly, a little bath now and then never hurt anyone!)

‘Good. That should keep her occupied most of the day.’

There was a sharp rap at his bedroom door before it opened, revealing his valet, Travis.

“Good morning, m’lord. I trust you slept well?” he asked respectfully.

“Mmm…”

“I took the liberty of bringing you something to drink.”

“’M not thirst...” Spike’s voice trailed off as he caught a whiff of blood, human blood. His head snapped around as he zeroed in on the glass perched on a serving tray the valet carried. That his valet was even carrying a serving tray had him quirking his scared brow inquiringly.

“It’s not just my skills with laying out your clothing that has awarded me the position as your valet, m’lord,” Travis answered the unspoken question. “My family has been serving vampires as far back as I can remember.”

“And you’re not worried that I’m going to bite you?” Spike growled, trying to recover from his astonishment.

The valet drew himself up stiffly in the face of his master’s ire and retorted unwaveringly, “My family has the protection of the Aurelius line.”

“Aurelius line, you say?” He stalked towards the valet, stopped just a hairsbreadth in front of him before leaning down and saying, “Well, I guess it’s a good thing for you that I am from the Aurelius line then, isn’t it.”

“But…but, that’s not possible! I would have known of any master in their line.”

“Trust me, you’ll be dead long before your ‘family’ will learn about me,” he replied with a snort.

“But…”

“Never mind.” Spike snagged the glass of blood off the tray before the valet managed to drop it. He lifted the glass to his lips and drained it in one quick swallow before returning the empty glass to the tray the valet still held outstretched in his arms. “So, tell me, who else knows what I am?”

The valet said nothing.

“Travis?” he called impatiently.

“Wha? Huh? Oh… right…sorry, m’lord. Who knows? Just senior staff: myself; Higgins, the butler; Mrs. Cremshaw, the housekeeper; and Mrs. Wadsworth, the cook.”

“And, where’s the nearest family house?”

“Uh…that would be back in London, m’lord. Higgins has the direction…but, if you go there and you’re not who you claim you are, they’ll kill you on sight.”

“Well, they can certainly try, now can’t they? Now, tell me there’s something in here that will fit me.”

“Well…of course, m’lord. This is your residence.” He didn’t notice that his words seemed to contradict his earlier statement about him being aware of all the Aurelius master vampires. ‘Guess The Powers didn’t dot all of their I’s, now did they?’

“Right. Well, lay out something for me and have someone inform Lady Summer’s that I will be gone for a few days…business to see to. I’m sure there’s some needlepoint or some such nonsense that will keep her entertained until I return?”

“Yes, m’lord. And, Lady Summer’s…”

“Is mine!”

“Very good, sir.” Travis knew when to keep his mouth shut.

~*~*~*~*~

Spike had every intention of departing for London without seeing the Slayer before he took his leave. He had even gotten so far as climbing into his coach and starting down the winding drive before he pounded his cane against the roof and demanded the driver turn around.

Growling at himself in frustration he barked out a harsh “I’ll be right back” to the stunned driver before he vaulted up the sweeping staircase. He wasn’t even surprised that the butler had the door open before he could reach it; it was probably written in the job description or something.

Ignoring him, he darted up the staircase towards his room, startling a few upstairs maids along the way. Spike opened his bedroom door; he stepped inside his room and was grateful to see it was empty. He quickly shut the door and crossed to the connecting door.

‘What the hell am I doing?’ he grumbled silently to himself. ‘These nancy-boy clothes must be wearing off on me!’

Growling in frustration, he turned around and walked away from the connecting door…was halfway across his room to leave again, before he stopped.

“Bloody hell!” he roared. He wasn’t even aware his human features slid away as he stomped across the floor, back to the connecting door. He didn’t pause, just grabbed the knob and turned the handle, almost breaking it off in his haste.

He stepped inside the Slayer’s bedroom, his yellow gaze scanning the room for her. His amber eyes glittered as they zeroed in on her sitting before the vanity. He watched as she let out a startled gasp as she became aware of his presence.

A few quick strides and Spike was across the room, pulling the Slayer to her feet and shoving her up against the wall. He didn’t give her time to protest as he lowered his head and ravaged her mouth.

Forgetting about his vamped visage, he was startled when he suddenly smelled her blood on the air. He stopped momentarily to look down at her. Blood trickled from a cut on her lip where his fang had apparently nicked her. The sight had him groaning softly before he lowered his head again so that he could lick the red trail from her face.

“William,” she whispered softly as his tongue darted out to clean the blood that was making a path down her chin. Her arousal washed over his senses and there was no way he was leaving without having her again.

He fumbled with her skirts, raising them up over her waist before seeing to his breeches.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded huskily. She obeyed him immediately, mindless to the almost violent nature of his loving.

His lust was too great to be gentle with her; as soon as his cock sprang free from its confinement, he wrapped his hand around the base, guiding it to her opening. He didn’t prepare her, just thrust into her warmth, causing her body to slam back against the wall. His mouth closed over hers to silence the cries that would otherwise flood the room and possibly alert the staff.

Over and over he thrust into her willing body, her whimpered cries of ecstasy captured by his mouth, slowly driving him insane.

“Look at me, Slayer,” he demanded as he tore his mouth from hers. Her eyes fluttered open, revealing her dazed, passion-filled gaze. His body kept up its unrelenting pace as his amber eyes pinned her in place.

“Mine! Say it!” he growled.

Her mouth parted as if to speak, to say the words he seemed desperate to hear, but they seemed locked in her throat. The mind-numbing ecstasy coursing through her slight frame incapacitated her vocal cords so that she could only mouth the words he demanded.

Spike’s eyes glittered as he watched her flushed face. She was so close to the edge and craving the sweet release he could give her. She had taken to biting her bottom lip to keep from crying out her pleasure as the frenzied movement of his hips drove his cock harder and deeper into her body.

Suddenly, his forceful thrusts became too much and her body convulsed around his length, drenching it with her release. When she unconsciously bit his neck with blunt teeth to muffle her cries, Spike lost it. With a fierce growl, he sunk his fangs into her neck as he came.

As his cock pulsated with his release, Elizabeth’s body shook with her second orgasm, causing Spike to groan against her neck as he pulled her blood into his mouth while her inner muscles quivered around his length yet again.

When he was finally spent, he released his fangs from her neck and licked the new wound closed. Holding her body close, he pushed himself away from the wall and carried the Slayer over to her bed. Silently cursing himself yet again for his gentleness with her, he slipped his softening cock out of her body, allowing her skirts to settle around her legs. He quickly refastened his breeches then leaned down to give her mouth a hard kiss as she lifted her face to gaze at him. He pulled away before he said to hell with going to London and joined her on the bed. Turning away from her, he stormed towards the connecting door.

“I’ll be back in a few days,” he ground out before slamming the door behind him.

Elizabeth gazed at the closed door, a bemused smile playing across her lips as her fingers trailed over the fresh marks on her neck.

~*~*~*~*~

Spike couldn’t believe it. He’d done it again. Instead of using her and discarding her when he was finished, he’d ended up being gentle with her again. ‘Bloody hell!’

He would have plenty of time to beat himself up over his behavior as the coach made its way towards London. Maybe once he was around the company of other vampires he’d be able to shake these softening feelings he was having for the Slayer.

He leaned back in his seat and mentally calculated all the things he needed to accomplish while in London.

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