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
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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!”
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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…’
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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.
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Pres
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.
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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.
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“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…”