Seven days. Seven full days. Seven excruciatingly painful days without Spike. Buffy had revisited the lair several times a day, to no avail. Either he was hiding very well or he had up and left Sunnydale without so much as taking a bit of his stuff with him.

It wasn’t like she was in love with him. But the thought of not having him filling her, tasting her and giving her pleasure only he could give was driving her mad. School was pretty much pointless at this point. Her concentration level was nil. She’d nearly met with death several times this week while on patrol, just because she couldn’t get that bleached blond vamp out of her mind. He’d taken her to places she’d never even dreamed of in her wildest, heated fantasies. And now, he’d disappeared into thin air.

Tonight was different. Her spine was tingling, telling her that he was nearby. Something about having sex with a vampire always made her hypersensitive to their presence. She’d read about the strong connections made during vampiric sex, especially if there was blood involved—regardless of who had done the drinking. Spike had taken a only small amount from her, but it had been enough to now make her panties wet as she sensed his presence nearby.

"Hello cutie, miss me?"

The voice nearly made her come as it resounded in her ear. How is it that he had such an affect on her? And why was she coming back for more?

"Miss you? Um, no…don’t think so," Buffy stated, feigning disinterest.

"Funny," Spike retorted, "Smells like you missed me…a lot!"

Turning his head into the breeze, he inhaled. He closed his eyes while he took in the scent. Then he opened them again, the blue now giving way to a burning amber. He growled low in his throat and Buffy could feel her crotch pull for him, causing her to come to him as if in a trance. Bringing his hand down the length of her golden hair, he traced a path down to her shoulders—grazing her breast lightly as he did so. She gasped as the sensations washed over her in a wave of pure desire.

Her hands shot out and sought the smooth, hard lines of his chest. Fingers barely skimming the leather duster, he stepped back. "Now, now Slayer. I’ve been quite clear about this being a one time thing. Could it be that this was the best sex you ever had?"

Now he’d pissed her off! Who the hell did he think he was? Did he really think he was so hot that nothing would ever compare to him? Now that was a silly question…of course nothing would ever compare! But she sure as hell wasn’t going to let on to that fact.

"Best sex? Hardly." She tried her best to act as if this wasn’t bothering her, but she could see that he saw right through her. God, she was so transparent when she was horny!

"Mmmm-hmmmmm," he moaned in her ear. "That’s why you’ve been searching high and low for me all week long then, eh luv? To tell me how ‘bad’ the sex was?"

Her lip began to stick out as a pout began to form. Was he really serious? No sex? Ever again? Yes, he was evil. But she really liked that about him right now. It only made her want him more.

"Right then, just thought I’d pop by and taunt you a bit." He continued, "God you’re hot when you’re angry!"

With that, he walked away with a cocky strut. And she would have been more pissed than she already was, except for when she noticed the jutting erection protruding from his jeans. At least she knew if nothing else, he was feeling just as tortured as she was…and it’d only be a matter of time before he succumbed to his own desire. Her only hope was that his self-control wasn’t legendary, otherwise she was in big trouble.

* * * * * * * *

Thank goodness for masturbation! His dick ached so badly for the wanton Slayer, he’d nearly come in her presence! How could this silly little girl make him hurt in all the right places? If he wasn’t careful, he’d make himself insane with lust—just as he was doing to her. But what he knew for a fact was that this prim and proper little lady NEVER took care of her own business. It was almost wrong to take advantage of her in such a way…which made it feel even better to him.

His eyes closed as he began to envision the tight little Slayer’s pussy swathing his cock with her hot, juicy cream. Bouncing up and down on him until she screamed for release. Faster…faster…faster…oh Buffy…so tight…so hot…and wet…gonna come…gonna…ARRRRGGGGHHH!

"Come on, it can’t be THAT bad," Willow replied to Buffy, who was curled in a fetal position on her bed.

"Oh, it REALLY can Will."

Buffy had barely slept the entire month. One whole month without Spike. It was starting to wear on her. Dark circles ringed her eyes—and she felt dead inside. Why didn’t he want her like she wanted him? To her, it was almost as if his blood was coursing through her veins. She craved him like he craved blood! And it was truly affecting her in a bad way.

"Buffy, you really look awful! I think he did something to you.." Willow looked at her with concern.

"I feel awful too, Will. But I’ll be ok. I promise." She tried to give the redhead her most sincere smile, but she knew that if she didn’t get what she needed from Spike—and soon—there would be serious repercussions. The fact that she’d participated in bloodletting with Spike made her feel the worst.

There was no shame in it, but even a Slayer with her power should have known better than to have allowed it. And now she could no longer resist the seduction of this vampire she’d willingly allowed to taste her. The agony she was going through right now went beyond simple horniness—this was pure and unadulterated need!

* * * * * * * *

"We’ve accessed the crypt, Spike."

Those words were music to Spike’s ears. The Gem of Amara would soon be his! And when he finally had the gem, he was going to make the Slayer pay. But not before he tortured the hell out of her.

Now racing towards the crypt, he felt ambivalent about owning the gem. To own this precious jewel meant he no longer had anything to fear—sunlight, crosses, stake through the heart…the Slayer. He could finally be free to kill the girl once and for all. However, the joy of adding another dead Slayer to his list seemed to be fading. Why? Isn’t that supposed to be what made life—or unlife—worth living? Without that, what was there left to do?

Surely the one thing better than to kill the Slayer was to fuck her senseless. Lately, jerking off hadn’t been taking care of his Slayer craving. It was as if her blood screamed his name all day and night—begging to once again wash over his tongue. He imagined his lips grazing the scar tissue from where he had fed from her, pulsing hotly beneath his mouth.

His thoughts were interrupted when he finally reached his destination—the crypt. Amid the decaying bodies that lay there were thousands of jewels. He bagged up some of the precious gems, planning to sell them later for a pretty penny.

Then he saw it. The gem! The unusual necklace still hung around the corpse’s neck and Spike yanked it fiercely, crumbling the brittle bones as he did. Placing the necklace around his neck, he waited to feel the power surge through him. Didn’t feel any different, not to mention the gaudiness of the thing, which really didn’t suit his style. He reached for a nearby cross and decided to test it out. And now his hand was blistering under the heat. Dammit! Not it! A minor third degree burn wasn’t going to deter him from the task at hand. Granted, before trying on the next piece of jewelry, he would use a fingertip rather than his entire hand to test it out.

Finally his hand hovered above an emerald ring. It certainly didn’t look like the rest of the finery that was scattered about the crypt. He could practically feel the power emanating from it. Sliding the ring onto his finger, he instantly felt its power. Yes, this was it! His hand reached for the cross—the brass felt cool beneath his fingers.

Now it was time to seek out the Slayer. Torture her a bit. Tenderize her before he kicked her ass tomorrow morning. By then, she wouldn’t be anything resembling a threat. She’d be a quivering ball of need. And then he’d take her out of the game once and for all!

* * * * * * * * *

Time for patrol. This time of night now filled her with more dread than it ever had in the past, all because of that platinum-haired vampire. No more fear of the Hellmouth and the beasts it unleashed upon the earth. Only fear she had now was that she may completely lose control with Spike. And that she’d do it of her own free will.

Oh god, the tingling was beginning. No, wait. This was going beyond tingling—she was humming! Her body felt like a lightening bolt, sparking with electricity. It was becoming increasingly difficult to even stand as the dizzying rush incapacitated her. Knees buckling, she began to fall to the ground—until the familiar hands caught her and the leather-clad arms enveloped her.

"Hello lover," he purred in her ear. The feel of his lips, so close to her, sent shivers into all new places. He seemed to revel in the fact that he made her weak, almost to the point of unconsciousness, just with his presence.

Her breath hitched raggedly as he stood behind her, his erection stabbing into the small of her back. She slid down the front of him as her legs began to give way yet again. He pulled her up yet again and began to drag his fingertips down her neck with excruciating slowness—down to her breast. His fingers pinched and traced circles around her hardened nipples and she groaned with need.

The scar tissue from their last encounter began to seep fresh blood, welcoming his mouth to her neck. She could feel his unneeded breath quicken as it pulsed hot and untainted droplets from the thickened flesh. His cool tongue leisurely lapped up the offering from her veins until the demon could no longer be contained. The demon mask surfaced and razor-sharp fangs sank deeply into her throat. The bloodlust was so great, she feared he may drain her completely. Instead, he drank only a bit to make her a bit more dizzy than she’d already been--then scored his own flesh. He turned her to face him, her gaze meeting with the golden eyes of the demon. As she scanned further down, she saw that his pale flesh had fresh droplets of blood forming in a fresh wound.

"Just a taste, luv."

Her senses told her that this was wrong. They were in a cemetery and drinking each other’s blood! Correction, he’d drunk HER blood…and she was contemplating drinking his? God, how she craved it! It called to her, pleading to drink deeply. Yet Spike had only asked her to taste it. Surely not enough to change her, right?

Licking her lips with nervous anticipation, she moved towards the muscular curves of his chest. The thin lesion dripped as it waited for her to taste. Her mouth dropped down onto the cut and lapped at the offering.

As the blood washed over her tongue, she became faintly aware that he was purring deep in his throat. The sound entranced her as she began to bring her teeth around the gash and bit down, to drink more of the seductive cocktail he had offered her.

"No kitten, that’s enough…for now." He grinned at her then bent down to mingle the coppery taste of their blood in their mouths with a deep and passionate kiss.

Her body clung to him as his tongue rolled over hers, pulling her deeper into his mouth. She could taste herself as she explored him, her arms entwining behind his neck, her fingers lacing in the blond curls at the nape of his neck.

Reaching behind his neck, he untangled the arms that wrapped tightly around him and led one hand down to his throbbing groin. The other hand he brought to his mouth, sucking each finger one by one and massaging her palm in circular motions with his thumb. Her fingers quickly sought out the zipper of his jeans and brought it down, then wrapped themselves around his cold hard cock. Each suckling he gave to her fingers made her stroke him harder and faster. She could feel it pull in her womb whenever his tongue danced over her fingertips, soaking her panties completely.

It seemed he noticed her arousal as he lifted his head to the air and inhaled deeply.

"Intoxicating luv, simply intoxicating," he growled as his free hand now journeyed under the hem of her skirt. Rubbing the swollen clit, he drew out moans and whimpers of pleasure. Her hips swayed suggestively against his bare cock, tempting him to penetrate her. The soft fabric of her skirt grazed the head of his shaft and he groaned in pain. Her tiny hands still worked the length of his dick as she attempted to guide him into her.

The slit began to ooze with the liquid that was yearning to burst forth. She caught it with her thumb and smoothed it over the head of his shaft, lubricating him as she readied herself for what was to come. Hot cream dripped onto his fingers as he continued to hand fuck her, her moans now becoming screams for release.

His mouth claimed hers once again in a searing kiss—and she melted against the length of his body.

"Are you ready kitten?" he asked with a devilish grin.

"Y-yes, I-I’m ready," she breathlessly responded. Her body dropped to the ground and he guided her onto the dewy grass beneath them. A large headstone shielded them from spying eyes as he slowly undressed her.

For a moment, he just stood and looked at the naked Slayer spread in all her glory beneath him. Then taking a gulp of the cool night air, he placed his cock back into his jeans and walked away—leaving the Slayer lying in a wanton heap.

"Tomorrow luv," was all he spoke as he walked off into the night.

* * * * * * * * *

Tomorrow? TOMORROW??? Here she lay in a puddle of her own cum and he says ‘tomorrow’??? That was it, she decided, she was going to end this thing with Spike once and for all—no matter how much she hated to do it.

She lay naked in the cemetery, shivering against the dew that cooled her skin, ripe picking for any demon that may have wanted to kill her. How could she have been so stupid? He had promised her that he would drive her insane with need. And he was definitely keeping that promise! Thankfully, he hadn’t taken off with her clothes.

Getting dressed, she headed for her dorm room. She promised herself that she would go straight to bed and try her best to forget the annoying vampire. From what he’d said, she had til tomorrow night to come up with a plan to take him out of the picture.

Willow was gone when she arrived there, so she decided to take a late night shower. Besides, she was too worked up to get any sleep right now anyway. Not to mention, she wanted to get his smell off of her body.

One nice thing about late night showers was that the hot water didn’t run out for a very long time. She welcomed it as the heated spray trickled down her body. Every nerve ending seemed to be standing at attention as she lathered her skin with the shower gel. Soon, she was repeating the same circular motions Spike had used on her breasts. She pinched and stroked the puckering nipples into hardened peaks, each sensation drawing a heated response between her thighs.

Her fingers continued down her stomach, down to her curls. The shower gel had softened the course hair into a silken tuft. She combed her fingers through it several times—each caress drawing her fingers closer to the swelling knot of flesh that throbbed within her sex. Did she dare to do what she was considering? At this point, anything was fair game. If Spike wasn’t going to take care of her business, then she would!

The first thing she noticed, as her fingers entered her pussy, was that they weren’t nearly as long as his. She began to curse the short sculpted fingernails she’d so carefully manicured. And then she found her clit, swollen and dripping--ready to explode! Gently she caressed it to life, nearly falling over at the sensation. Her free hand leaned against the wall of the shower as she increased the speed of her fingertips across the burning knot.

In the silence of the deserted room, she screamed as the wave of release showered over her hands. She slid down the wall to catch her breath, her mind spinning from the climax.

Now she was ready to face him.

Was he ready to face her?

* * * * * * * * *

That last round with the Slayer had nearly cost him. How could he have been so stupid? Her blood had been coursing through his veins, and still he hadn’t touched her. He tossed and turned the rest of the night, restlessly dreaming about the Slayer and her tight little pussy clenching around his cock.

He awoke after thirty minutes of fitful dreams, dry humping the mattress. This would NEVER do! His hands crept underneath the sheet that covered his nude body and grasped his fully erect member. In a hundred years, he’d never been so hard for a girl as he was with the Slayer. His shaft had been stretched to its limit, his testicles feeling like they weighed a ton.

Spike didn’t even waste time with lubrication, as he stroked himself raw. Within minutes, he’d spewed forth the built up seed, filling his hand and soaking his sheets. Even though he’d just come, the thought of the promised meeting with the Slayer today made him rock-hard again.

His stomach churned wildly as he thought of finishing the girl off. How would he do it? Snap her neck? Stab her? Drain her? The thought of her orgasmic blood flooding down his throat brought him to his knees. Slayer’s blood was a powerful cocktail. The little he’d had nearly drove him insane with lust and need. Nothing would sate him now except for the Slayer’s blood…

…or her cum.

Won’t get the job done, but it’ll do nicely in a pinch.

Only six hours until sundown. Six more hours until she would be dusting Spike once and for all. She wandered aimlessly around the college campus, her thoughts running wildly through her head. Could she do it? Would he make her weak again? She almost hoped he would, just to feel his wonderful touch on her skin.

Her senses began to tingle as they had done the previous nights—but this was daytime. She leaned against a tree, struggling for breath, as the waves of desire began to pulse hotly between her thighs. Another six hours? If things were this bad now, she’d never make it.

And then it happened.

Cool thin fingers reached around her throat, as if to choke her. She spun around, ready to pounce on the attacker. But she was taken aback when she saw the face—a vampire face—the face of her recent lover!

"Hello cutie!" he introduced himself with a cocky growl. And with that, he threw her across the courtyard.

She strained to get back on her feet as he started towards her again. "How? Wh-what? How?"

"Gem of Amara," he said, flashing the ring on his right hand. "Official sponsor of my killing you!"

Her stake! Where did she put her stake? She’d never thought she’d have to use one during the day. Luckily, she’d had one in her book bag from the night before and pulled it out, aiming for the hot and very deadly vampire that was lunging for her.

She moved to one side just as he was about to kick her and she swept her leg under his other foot and he spilled to the ground. Taking that opportunity, she straddled him, groaning as she felt the hardness of his erection beneath her.

Her panties grew uncomfortably moist as she brought the stake down into his heart. She felt tears forming in her eyes. This isn’t what she wanted, was it? She didn’t REALLY want him dead, did she? And now she realized she’d never feel his fangs in her flesh, his cock sheathed deep inside of her, his delicious hands caressing every inch of her or…why he wasn’t going poof?

An evil and sensual laugh rose up from beneath her, "Oh, do it again. It tickles. You know, in a good way."

She smacked him across the face, "Bastard!"

He looked as if he were going to come back with some smart ass reply until he saw the tears spilling down her cheeks. The grin he wore began to fade a bit, replaced by a show of concern for the distressed Slayer. He swallowed and then brought a hand tentatively up to her face. She flinched at his touch, half-expecting him to smack her back. Instead she felt him stroke the flushed cheek, allowing him to wipe away the salty liquid that refused to stop flowing.

* * * * * * * * *

"God, Slayer…" he began, sitting upright and capturing her lips, licking the saltiness from them as he kissed her deeply.

Now was his chance to finally end her! Why wasn’t he doing it? Oh right, because her hot little body was firmly planted between his thighs. And it finally hit him that it felt ‘right’. She didn’t belong anywhere else. Not six bloody feet beneath him, not off fucking some stupid bug-eyed git, and not pining over some soulful vampire who left her for the bright lights of L.A.—she belonged with HIM!

And that’s exactly where he planned for her to stay.

"Don’t wanna kill you. God, I can’t believe I’m gonna say this," he stopped and took a gulp of unnecessary oxygen. "All I wanna do is love you. Make love to you. Under the stars, bathing in the sunlight, and in the bloody rain. You’re all I can bloody think about, dream about. You’re in my throat—in my gut. I’m drownin’ in you Buffy. Drownin’ in you…"

The last words were barely a whisper, because her lips had covered his and pulled those words into her. Their mouths fused together in a passionate kiss, tongues battling in a war of lust and desire.

Their lips pulled apart for only a moment, in order for Buffy to speak, "My….room….NOW!"

Sure, he’d promised her they would never do this again—giving her the best sex she’d ever had. However, this wasn’t about him giving her anything.

It was her turn to return the favor.