Midnight in the Garden of Evil
Chapter 10
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From my books surcease
of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.
Edgar Allen Poe
The Raven
~*~*~*~*~
Bodily desires satisfied,
the two stole out into the night: Spike was eager for her to get her first kill
under her belt – they’d left the whimpering girl chained to the wall for
later. With her residual slayer skills, she quickly adapted to the hunt, and
she’d been thrilling in her kill – taking to being a predator with a
swiftness that surprised even him.
When her head rose from
her victim and he’d seen the drops of blood coating her lips, he almost came
on the spot. Then, her tongue
darted out to lick at the stray smear as she dropped the man she had just
drained. He couldn’t help
himself; he rushed towards her, slamming her body hard up against the nearest
tree as he ground against her.
The kill had enflamed her
senses and she quickly unfastened his jeans, letting his hardened cock spring
free. She hadn’t bothered with
underwear, and her short skirt made it easy for him to position himself and push
inside. He took her against the
tree, uncaring of anybody that may happen by and notice them.
Buffy hadn’t cared
either; she grunted and groaned, reveling in his possession, her legs locked
about his waist as she held him close. Her
tongue played about his neck, steadily driving him crazy as he had continued to
pump his cock into her slick channel. Without
warning, she struck, her fangs plunging deep into his neck, drawing Sire’s
blood into her eager mouth. He
hadn’t even cared that she’d taken without asking; the sweet pain of her
bite had been heaven. He pinned her
to the tree as he plunged deep one last time, spending himself within her pussy.
He growled at her, his
face shifting so that he could return the favor.
Her head tilted as she continued to sip from him, drawing out his orgasm,
as his own fangs sank deep into her neck to bring her off.
He felt her inner walls quiver around his cock and he almost came again
at the sensation. After the last shudder racked her body, she removed her mouth
from his neck and lovingly licked the wounds closed.
They stayed that way for a
bit, each nuzzling the other’s neck as they leaned against the tree trunk.
After a while, Spike pulled out of her, urging her to unwrap her legs
from around his back so she could once more stand on her own feet.
“Up for a bit more fun,
pet?” he asked, watching as she smoothed her short skirt back into place.
“Oh, yeah…baby!”
~*~*~*~*~
Buffy lay on her stomach
in the late afternoon hours, feelings of contentment washed over her as she felt
her Sire start towards her. She
felt a slight dip in the bed and groaned in anticipation as her legs were nudged
apart and Spike entered her from behind. Her
back arched into him, exposing the marks that had made her his forever, and she
nearly came right then as his mouth descended and latched on to it, his fangs
deep as he pulled her blood into his mouth.
She’d come to crave this
over the past few days, this intense connection she felt whenever he drank from
her, the sense of belonging was unlike anything she’d ever felt.
Before, she was just a slayer, destined to die young – now the
possibilities were limitless. If she had known that unlife was like this…well, unlife
with Spike, she would have offered herself up to him the minute they met.
Spike tore his mouth from
her neck, trickles of her blood dripped down his chin.
He rose to his knees behind her, his hands on her waist lifting her ass
as he went so that he could plunge himself deeper into her body.
She eagerly complied, rising on all fours in front of him.
His grip about her hips
tightened, until the scent of blood reached their nostrils.
Both moaned as the heady copper smell wafted over them.
The pace of his thrust increased until the bed started to creak.
Beneath him, Buffy moaned and keened her pleasure; she was a wildcat, his
golden goddess. He didn’t know
why he had never considered turning her before.
Until Ripper had approached him, his only thought had been to kill her
and drain her dry. Now, he had
eternity to spend with her.
He pulled out of her slick
pussy, and before she had time to protest, he flipped her to her back, and
surged back into her. She wrapped
her legs around his back, increasing the angle of his thrusts.
He lifted one hand to trail along the ridges of her brow – an extremely
erogenous zone now that she was a vampire.
“Sire…Spike,” she
whispered on a sigh. She loved the
violence of his mating, reveled in it – in fact – but, when his tenderness
peeked out from beneath his “Big Bad” exterior, she was undone. Her body convulsed around his girth, urging him to join her
in release. A few hard thrusts and
he surged back into her depths one last time, coming in rapid bursts.
Spike finally collapsed on
top of her, nuzzling her neck…and the thought that drifted through Buffy’s
mind before sleep over came her was that she wouldn’t want to be anywhere
else.
~*~*~*~*~
The two had traveled
beyond the boundaries of Sunnydale those first few days, not wanting anyone to
realize that Buffy was now a vampire – and they damn sure didn’t need Angel
finding out and ruining their fun. Spike
had left it to Ripper to explain her absence; not really caring one way what he
decided to tell the wanker.
They’d reveled in the
hunt as soon as night beckoned, only retreating once the sun’s deadly rays
threatened to overtake them. Once
ensconced inside their “borrowed” digs, the two had filled the hours
discovering how best to pleasure each other.
She was a natural, his golden goddess, and he would never tire of her
body – could barely stand to be away from it, if the truth were known.
After they had been gone
for nearly a week, Spike decided it was time to return to Sunnydale.
He and Ripper had plans that needed to be put into motion, and he felt
that Buffy would be able to handle herself among the other vampires – not that
anyone would dare touch her. She
was his, and his alone. It
surprised him, the fierce protectiveness he experienced at the thought of anyone
harming his Childe.
As the sunlight bowed to
the coming night, Spike loaded up his Desoto, and together, the two returned to
the Hellmouth.
~*~*~*~*~
Spike swaggered into the
factory, Buffy’s hand held securely in his.
The look on his face dared anyone to comment about the new addition to
the family. Most of the minions
were smart – they stared in awe that he was able to turn a slayer, rather than
outright killing one.
Drusilla watched the pair
as they walked in, but she kept her distance, realizing that the bond between
the two was strong, and she didn’t want her Spike to have to worry about his
divided attention. She could
wait…for now, even though she did miss her sweet boy.
The news she had to impart could wait until they had returned from
getting a bite to eat. Looking at
him, she could tell that he was famished. Siring
a new Childe took a lot – literally, a lot of blood – out of you.
Spike’s eyes locked with
his Dru’s and he breathed an unnecessary sigh of relieve that she wasn’t
going to force a confrontation. Buffy
needed him right now; Dru was a master vampire in her own right, and with her
thrall – along with her seeming psychic abilities – she could keep the other
minions in line for him.
He passed by his Sire,
placing a chaste kiss to her cheek – at which Buffy had to struggle to control
her possessive growl – before leading his Childe off to his room.
They quickly deposited their things before stealing out into the night
for a late night dinner. Buffy led him away from the known slayer routes, instead
choosing an out-of-the-way place for the two to dine.
Once sated, they wasted no
time in returning to the factory and falling into an exhausted slumber.
~*~*~*~*~
A week earlier…
Angel stole out of the
factory and into the night. His
inner demon was practically clawing at his insides at the impending dawn, and
raced the rising sun back to his apartment.
Speaking with Giles would have to wait until nightfall.
~*~
It was luck that Ripper
was actually at the library in his office when the announcement came over the
speakerphone that he had a telephone call.
He’d decided until all the pieces were in play, he’d maintain his
“Giles” persona. He still had
hopes of bring Miss Calendar into the fold, but while she had stated that
she’d forgiven him his “temporary possession,” she’d given the librarian
and the others a wide berth.
Oh well…she could wait.
She was secondary to his plans of mayhem and destruction.
Maybe after he’d taken over the Council…maybe not.
He’d just have to see if an opportunity presented itself.
Well, he was getting a
little ahead of himself. He had
some tasks to finish up in Sunnydale first.
“Hullo,” he answered
in his best imitation of a stuttering-Giles voice.
“Mr. Giles?”
“Yes, this is Mr. Giles.
How may I help you?”
“Mr. Giles, it’s me…
Joyce - Buffy’s mother.” ‘Of
course it is, you daft woman!’
“Yes, Joyce.
And, please, it’s Rupert. What can I do for you?”
“Well…I hate to bother
you…but well, my trip has been extended for a few days…and, well…I was
hoping that you could keep an eye out on Buffy for a little while longer.
Oh…never mind. I’ll just tell them that I’ve got to come home.”
“Oh, no, Joyce.
I’d be happy to. You take care of what you need to do. I’ll look out for Buffy while you’re gone.
No trouble at tall.”
“Oh, thank you, Mr.
Giles… I mean…Rupert. I’ll
see you in a few days.”
Ripper hung up the office
phone and leaned back in his chair. This
bit of news may actually work to his benefit.
At least with Joyce out of the way, he didn’t have to worry about
having the slayer’s mom wondering where her daughter was.
He smiled, a dark sinister smile that revealed the demon housed within as
he templed his fingers in front of his mouth.
‘This could really
work to our advantage…’
~*~*~*~*~
As soon as it was
nightfall, Angel was out of his apartment and on his way to the Watcher’s
house. He had to tell him about
Spike and Drusilla’s plans…and his fears for Buffy and the others.
He wrestled with telling
Giles about Xander, but decided to hold back that information for now.
As long as his Childe stayed away from Buffy and her friends, he would be
safe. Guilt over his actions
weighed heavily on his soul, and he didn’t want to add another checkmark in
the column of “the bad things Angel has done.”
So, explain Spike’s evil
plans, leave out Xander’s turning…yeah, he had everything under control.
Angel arrived at Giles’
place in no time and set to pounding on the door.
“Alright, alright…I'm
coming... don't get your fucking knickers in a twi..."
His snarky comment was cut
off as he got a look at his visitor.
“Angel!”
The vampire raised a
quizzical brow at the Watcher over his snappy choice of phrasing, but didn't say
anything...too caught up in his worry about Buffy to bother paying much notice
to the misstep of Ripper.
“Giles…have you seen
Buffy? Something’s happened.”
Ripper made a sound,
somewhere between a grunt and a noise of encouragement.
“Buffy?
Aaah… yes, Buffy. Actually, I got a call from Joyce at the library today.
Apparently, she had to go out of town for a week and decided to take
Buffy with her - last minute thing - and she wanted me to get her daughter’s
assignments. I was hoping you’d
stop by so I could let you know that I’d need you to patrol for a few days,”
he improvised.
God! He really
needed to get to Hollywood.
“Oh, thank God!
After I was attacked…I just wasn’t sure.
I had to make sure she…you…were all okay.
And, maybe it would be best if I patrolled alone for a few days…at
least until this latest scheme of Spike and Drusilla’s blows over.”
“Yes…yes, of course.
I’ll be sure to mention it to Willow and Xander.”
Angel cringed at the
boy’s name, but just nodded at the watcher.
Maybe with him patrolling alone, he could assure himself that Xander had
minded his warning. And if not…
Well, it wouldn’t be the
first time that he had killed one of his own.
~*~*~*~*~
Present day…
Angel woke from a sound
sleep and knew instinctively that the sun was about to set.
Buffy was due home today and he was anxious to warn her about Spike and
Dru’s evil plans…and…somehow break it to her that Xander was no longer
among the living.
He’d not seen the
Watcher or Buffy’s friends all week; they’d apparently taken his warning to
heart and not ventured out after dark. Vaguely
he wondered if the others had noted Xander’s absence and what…if anything,
they thought of it.
There was no help for it;
he’d have to tell the others.
He was halfway to
Buffy’s place – having taken the shortcut through the cemetery – when he
caught a whiff of something familiar.
Spike.
He’d not seen his
devious Grandchilde this past week, which wasn’t necessarily a good thing.
Spike was not one for patience, and for him to now exercise that trait
could only mean trouble.
But why was he about now?
Surely the other vamp would know that he could smell him if he were to
get close enough. Why now?
Turning away from
Buffy’s house, Angel began to track him.
~*~
Spike hadn’t planned on
tipping his hand to Angel just yet, but the poof had been told that Buffy was
due back from wherever it was that she had supposedly gone with her mum, and he
would rather have his Grandsire follow him than learn that Buffy wasn’t going
to be back…was in fact waiting for him back at the factory.
Just the thought of the
golden-haired vision waiting eagerly for his return caused his jeans to cut
painfully across his groin. To be
honest, he couldn’t wait to get home…back to her. Had it only been a week since he’d made her…taken her
from her bleak existence as the Chosen One and given her immortality?
He quickened his pace, not
caring if Angel followed or not. It
was time to spring his trap, get his plans set in motion…time to leave this
hellhole and show Buffy the world. He
grinned in anticipation. Soon…
~*~
Angel kept the blond
vampire in sight and watched as he made his way back to the factory.
“What are you up to?”
he murmuring into the quiet, crawling onto a crate so that he could gain a
better vantage point.
What he saw shocked him to
the core, and he fell over backwards, landing in a pile of garbage as he crashed
onto the ground.
Buffy.
His beloved, Buffy. She was
clinging to him. Spike.
Dressed in skintight leather pants and an almost transparent flimsy
excuse for a top, she’d thrown herself at him – her legs clamping around his
hips as she hauled him close for a kiss.
Angel got to his feet,
brushing off the bits of garbage that clung to his clothes.
He needed to look again…maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him.
After all, the room he’d been locked in had been sheathed in magic. Maybe this was some type of glamour spell… something only
his worst nightmares could conjure up so that he would rush headlong to her
rescue – only it wouldn’t be Buffy.
Just someone made to look like her.
But, as he got a second
look, his face fell. The four of
them sat together – Dru, Spike, Buffy, and Xander – and she didn’t seem to
be afraid. In fact, she looked
right at home, nestled against Spike’s side as she was, Xander sandwiched on
her left.
Then she did something
that went beyond anything he could conceive.
He watched helplessly as
Spike put his wrist in front of her lips, smiling down at her indulgently.
Her face shifted and Angel could do nothing but gape in horror as the
slayer…former slayer…latched onto his Grandchilde’s wrist and drank.
Some small part of him
knew…knew Spike had sired someone. But,
his grief over having turned Xander prevented him from grasping the finer points
of that bond. Instead, he’d been
completely caught unaware by the implications of Buffy being in the other
vampire’s presence.
Dejectedly, he turned away
from the window and made his way to the Watcher’s house.
He had to let Giles know that Buffy was gone; that a new slayer had
probably been called.
~*~*~*~*~
“Do you think he saw,”
Xander asked no one in particular.
“Yeah, mate…he saw.
And if I know the poofter, he’s on his way to Ripper’s right now.
What say we go surprise him…”