Spike leaned heavily into Giles cursing every so often at the pain caused by a hunting knife protruding from his left shoulder, blood flowing freely down his arm. Giles held him up, his right hand on the hilt of the knife. As he readied himself to pull it out. While all around them the cemetery exploded into chaos. Close to ten demons surrounded The Slayer and Slayerettes.
The Slayer was in a blind rage punching and spin kicking at the closest of the demons and all she really wanted was to get to her lover. Hold him and tell him everything would be all right. Seeing the demon that had stabbed her vampire she flipped over the one directly in front of her and landed directly in front of him, her, it?.
“You!” She hissed out, each word leaving her mouth dripping with vile. “You hurt my mate. I’m going to kill you slowly for that.”
Before the creature before her could register what she said, her left hand extended in a flat palm strike catching it in the chest, it flew back fifteen feet in the air and crashed into the side of a crypt.
Moving with the speed of a Slayer, she was on it in an instant. Her left hand slashed out fingers extended in a claw, she raked it’s face, green colored blood oozed out from the fresh deep gouges she left in it’s right cheek. It howled in pain and fright. Her hazel eyes seemed to glow for a moment as the moonlight reflect off them. She stood up and jerked the creature up with her. Gripping it’s filthy torn shirt she fell back with all her weight bringing the thing with her, her feet extended and caught it in the chest, as she completed her fall, she pushed with all her might and the creature shot up into the air in an arch and crashed with it’s back against the ground. Blood shot out from it’s mouth, nose and ears at the impact, as internal organs exploded.
Standing smoothly she walked towards it kicking it in it’s side. Then she slammed her foot down on it’s throat and listened as it’s neck snapped under the impact. She growled once low in her throat and turned. Her friends had engaged three of the others and six more stood watching her. In a language she could not understand they spoke almost as one. She moved forward, the look in her eyes told of torture and death. The remaining creatures looked from each other, back to her, then at each other and again the screech, she assumed was language assaulted her ears.
The skies filled with thunder and lightening, a jagged edged portal of the color purple opened up and they jumped through it to safety. It closed as a bolt of lightning shot down from the heavens and speared it in the center. A dark cloud of smoke and the smell of rotting eggs was all that marked it’s passing.
The sounds of fighting shook her out of her stupor as she turned towards the sounds of combat, a demon had Xan by the throat, holding him six inches above the ground. Buffy moved without a thought reaching her right hand across her left hip a knife as if by magic filled her hand. Moving with the stealth of a cat she grabbed the demon, holding her friend, by the hair at the base of his scalp, jerked his head back and dragged the knife across his throat. Dropping Xander it’s mouth opened to cry out as blood streamed forward coating the boys face and upper chest in it’s spray. Xander screamed out and pushed the creature away from him; it was dead before it hit the ground.
Breathing deeply trying to calm himself after his near death experience he saw a demon grab his lady by her throat. Forgetting what had just happened to him he ran over and grabbed the demon by his right arm and pulled him off her. He began smashing him in the face with the stake he was unaware he was holding. Green blood streamed down the things face as it cried out in pain. A minute later, Xander followed it down to the ground unaware it was dead and kept stabbing it. Till the hand of the redhead grabbed his arm on an upward swing and said, “Honey, it’s dead, it’s over.”
He gulped in big gulps of air and grabbed her to him blindly, his hands going over her body checking for damage. She said softly, “I’m okay honey, you saved me. See, I’m okay.”
He nodded vigorously and pulled her tightly to him tears of joy streamed unashamed down his face.
Anya for her part fought the last of the demons. She struck him repeatedly on the head with a tree branch. Screaming at him the whole time. Slowly it sank to it’s knees as the damage from the strikes took it’s toll. It was dead before it even touched the ground. As she started to calm she looked around and saw her once fiancée with his new love and smiled, in her heart of hearts wishing him luck and the happiness she could never give him. Looking over her shoulder she saw the Watcher holding Spike up against him and quickly went over to them to see if she could help. Buffy made it there first and took Spike from Giles. Her face paled as she saw the knife still in him.
“Spike,” she began her voice filled with the panic she felt, “Baby, talk to me. Please baby, don’t leave me, please!” She stroked his face and saw where the knife went in. There was so much blood and it looked to be lodged in the bone. She inhaled sharply thinking of the pain he must be in.
“Buffy we need to get him to hospital.” Said Giles. “I think the knife is lodged in the bone.”
“No bloody hospital, mate. Just take me home. I’ll be alright.” A voice cried out filled with pain, he looked from Giles to Buffy. “Please, love. I want to go home. I want…” He never finished his sentence the pain causing him to pass out.
“Spike.” Buffy screamed.
37.5 Hours Later, Sunnydale Memorial Hospital:
“I want to go home. I hate it here and I’m hungry!” Said a very pissed off vampire.
“They said you could leave in an other hour or so, baby.”
“Now, love. I want to go now.”
“Spike, they have to check the wound and then they said you could go.”
“Right they just want to poke me with more needles. I have to get out of here pet, they are still trying to figure out what is wrong with my blood. This place reminds me of The Initiative,” he said in nervous voice. “And we all know how well that turned out don’t we, Slayer?”
She got up from the chair and went over to his bed and laid down in it with him, pulling him to her and stroked his face, being careful of his injured shoulder. “Baby, you know I am not going to let them do anything to you, don’t you?”
“Yes.” He said trusting her completely.
“Then let them check you out once more, please. Willow is going to erase all evidence of you ever being here after your release. No physical evidence. Okay?”
He looked into the woman’s eyes and nodded in agreement, he could deny her nothing.
“I love you.”
“I know you do. I just want to go home. I need to eat. I am so hungry.” He shivered against her, hunger evident in his very body language. She made a decision without even really thinking about it.
“Drink me!” She said in a voice that held only love and trust.
“No. I am bloody well not drinking you. You are my lover and my life not my food source.” He said with what she had come to understand as his resolve voice.
She kissed his face and then nibbled on his right ear lobe. “Do you love me?”
“You know I love you, Buffy. You are my soul mate.”
“As you are mine, vampire, now drink me. I want to do this for you. Please, baby. Let me do this for you. I want you to claim me as yours.”
“Slayer,” he said then corrected himself, “Buffy, we are in hospital, I am not going to do this here. Much as I want to claim you as mine forever this is not the place.”
She tilted her head away from him, her jugular vein pulsing with the flow of warm rich blood. Flowing strongly under the surface of her skin. “Claim me then, lover. I am already yours forever our souls make it so, so do this for me, do it for you because I can give you what you need, do it for us.”
His heart beat wildly in his chest as he extended his senses to the hallways of the hospital, listening for signs of the nurses or doctors. Hearing none he licking his lips, bringing them to his lovers and kissed her deeply, his hand moving inside her shirt finding her left breast, warm as it filled his hand, her nipple instantly erect against the palm of his hand.
She moaned deeply at the contact, he moved his hand so he could feel the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it and then pinching it. Twisting it gently, tugging it as she gasped against his mouth then pulled her mouth from his and hissed out in a kind of pleasure pain. Her breathing increased, as did her heart rate. Her lust filled eyes found his as her small hand filled with his manhood. She stroked him through the hospital gown he wore, the friction of the material and the tightness of her hand causing him to become instantly erect in her hand. Moaning he involuntarily pumped into her hand. She smiled at the knowledge that she had done that to him. His left hand moving down and cupping her roughly between her legs, feeling her instantly dampen against the material and his hand. Her arousal struck his nostrils instantly. He growled and rolled her over, his hands struggling to free her from her pants.
She raised her hips, as he undid snaps and the zipper, so she could help him remove her pants. Her own impatience causing the ache between her legs to grow to an almost painful level, she wanted him as badly or perhaps more then he wanted her. She had never known anyone like him. A look from him could cause her to tremble, one touch anywhere on her body would cause her vagina to spasm and become instantly wet. She wanted him, plain and simple, she needed him. She cried out as he touched her wet curls, his fingers finding her entrance, two slipping inside her as she spasmed around them, sucking them in deeper, tears leaking out the corners of her eyes, the need for him so great. Her mouth opened in a silent pleasure filled scream.
He pulled his fingers from her as she cried out his name from the loss of contact, her muscles clenching around the empty space her hips jerked as she fought from coming. He turned her so her back was to him, his manhood coated with pre-cum sliding up and down along the crack of her ass. Her vagina leaking her wet hot juices down her thighs. She thought she was going to faint if he didn’t fill her soon. Tears of frustration and want continued to track down her face as he filled her unexpectedly. She cried out loudly not able to contain herself, his left hand covered her mouth. “Shhh, love, soon, baby.”
She whimpered and thrust back hard against him, forcing him to fill her. “Please, please, please.” She begged him to complete her. Her body shaking as an orgasm ripped through her. He stroked in and out of her, his right hand gripping the hair at the base of her neck he jerked her head back as he felt his own orgasm struggling to answer her’s.
His fangs grew as his eyes glowed with an inner yellow light, locking his lips on to her pulsing jugular, his teeth slid into the smooth scar free skin, she gasped at the entry of his fangs as she felt him drink from her. Another orgasm more powerful then the first ripped through her entire body, causing her to whimper and cry out, her breathing uncontrollable. His own orgasm answered hers as he pumped her full of his warm seed. He drank greedily at first, gulping down her rich life giving blood, then slowly carefully, lovingly, he slid his fangs from her neck and licked at the wounds. Licking up the tiny droplets of blood that still dripped from them. His saliva helping the wounds close and heal almost instantly, leaving behind twin scars, leaving behind his claim to her.
“Mine!” His voice whispered in her right ear. “Mine, forever more.”
“Yours”. She answered weakly, the love so evident in her voice. A part of her marveled that it had taken her so long to reach this point with him. Her soul touched his as she said, “Yours, forever more!”
They lay together wrapped in each others arms for thirty minutes alternating between petting each other and kissing each other. Finally they rose from the bed that had served as their claiming of one another, both looking deeply into eyes that reflect the souls of each, looking back at the other.
She stroked her face after she dressed saying softly, “Mine! Mine, forever more.”
He responded in kind as he stood dressed in his black jeans and black t-shirt, “Yours! Yours, forever more!”
“Lets get out of here, pet. I want to go home and discuss this in our own bed.”
She smiled, shivered, thinking of what was to come and took his hand in hers and headed with him to the door.
In Another Time And Place, Separated By The Fabric Of Dimensions:
Two beings stood in what appeared to be an ancient Roman Hall. Each had glowing golden skin and eyes that matched, dressed in identical white robes, which spoke of royalty. These beings where known as The Twins, they directly served The Powers That Be.
Standing before the Hall of Mirrors they could see into any reality they saw fit. At this time they were watching the Chosen One, child born of the light and her newly Souled Vampire, once a child born to know only darkness. “Sister, events are moving along nicely don’t you agree?”
“No brother, I do not. In three days time the portal that was opened the other night by the Akalanian demons will reopen. Signaling the end of the light. The being known as Giles is no closer to discovering the prophecy.”
“Perhaps CeeCee, if we called him here. We could explain!”
“Seth, you know The Powers That Be, will not allow us to interfere directly.” A smile appeared on her face as she thought.
“You are thinking of The Seer and her Souled Vampire are you not?” His own smile matching hers as she nodded her head in agreement.
“It would be logical,” she said softly as her eyes began to glow, “and as you say time is short.”
Cordelia’s and Angel’s Bedroom At The Hyperon Hotel, Downtown L.A:
Her head snapped to the left her lips held in a tight grimace as the pain of the vision struck. The dark haired souled vampire’s eyes shot open as his vampiric sense’s took in his lover’s changes in the sound of her blood cursing through her veins, body heat and breathing. Turning her towards him he saw perspiration soaking her nightgown to her warm body. She shivered as he took her into his arms and stroked back her hair from her face. Slowly she stopped shivering, her eyes opened, her arms went around her vampire lover holding him to her tightly.
“Shhhh, I’m here Cordy. I’ve got you, your safe.”
She swallowed and nodded once, “Buffy…”, she struggled to get out. “Sunnydale, demony things...”
He stroked her back gently as she tried to gather her thoughts and speak.
“And they were wearing really shabby clothes.” She said as her forehead wrinkled in confusion.
He smiled at her as she said the last. Then turned serious as he asked, “You said Buffy. Is she in trouble?”
“I’m not sure Angel, I think if we don’t get to Sunnydale, we’re all in trouble.”
“When? How much time do we have?”
She looked into her lover’s eyes a worried _expression on her face as she spoke in a small voice, “Three days!”
She lay in the dark on her left side, facing him, watching him sleep. She still marveled at the fact that he needed to breath not being able to help herself she traced the scar running through his left eyebrow. Her breathe caught in her chest, he was so beautiful. Her hand traced the small scar on the left side of her neck and she smiled in the knowledge that he had finally claimed her. The mark would tell all that he had chosen her as his mate. It would tell the world whom she belonged too. In her short twenty-two years of life she had never wanted to belong to anyone. Not even Angel.
She shifted slightly beside him and leaned so she was slightly over him, taking a strand of hair in her right hand she played it softly under his nose. Causing him to twitch and shift in his sleep to get away from it. A playful smile played out over her lips as she moved again to tease him with it. Again he shifted and she giggled, his eyes snapped open and he smiled at her, she was the first thing that greeted him.
*My god, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon*, he thought to himself. “Morning, Cutie.”
She leaned over and kissed him deeply, the kiss conveying nothing short of her love for him, her desire for him. His right hand came up and fisted in the hair at the back of her neck pulling her closer as his tongue licked at her bottom lip, his blunt teeth nipping it gently.
She moaned deep in her throat as she pressed her naked body closer to his. It always amazed her that she could never get enough of him. No matter how many times they made love or touched one another, to her it always felt more intense then the time before.
Without thinking she broke the kiss and licked down to his jaw line working her way down to the pulse point in his neck, without thinking she bit down hard with her blunt teeth breaking the surface of the skin as he cried out her name in a pleasure pain. He was instantly erect, painfully erect as she lapped at the blood flowing from the wound on his neck.
She stoked his erection with her tiny hand as she pulled her bloodied lips from the wound, her eyes slits of desire as a word whispered only for him escaped her lips, “Mine!”
His eyes widened at the word and he replied without thinking, “Always.” His own hands roamed over her body as he slowly kissed his way down her neck, sucking hard at her own pulse point, his hands cupping her naked breast, thumb and forefinger twisting both her nipples simultaneously.
“Please,” she gasped out.
“Tell me what you want, pet?” He asked his own voice rich with lust.
She looked at him shyly as she stroked him harder, her lust filled eyes looking into his, the sound of her labored breathing and the rushing of her blood filling his ears. The scent of her arousal strong in the morning air mixing with the vanilla scent that was unique to her. Pleasure flooded her senses as she tried to articulate what she wanted of him.
Again he twisted her nipples, her chest rose up to push harder against his fingers. “Tell me what you want, love!” He commanded in a voice rich with love and lust.
Her nostrils flared at the pleasure pain he was causing her as she gulped down much needed air. Her voice rich with desire, “You… I… want… you!”
His lips captured hers in a searing all consuming kiss, that left her and him even more breathless then they already were. “Buffy, I need you to tell me what you want?”
Her body was in flames her soul touched his as she tried to speak, put into words what she wanted. “William, I want you to make love to me, I need you to show me that I belong only to you.” Tears of joy and want leaked out the corners of her eyes.
He took pity on her and slowly trailed his right hand down her stomach, to the curls that covered started at the apex of her sex. “Is this what you want, pet?” He asked, as a finger trailed along her wet slit, lightly teasing her clit.
She moaned and cried out his name as the flames of desire suddenly turned white hot, her need so great she thought she was going to pass out, from that one touch.
“Please...please…please. N…need you…inside.” She gasped out.
At her pleading he slid a finger inside her slick wet channel, marveling at the way her inner walls clenched him and pulled him in further as her hips shot up in a desperate need for more.
His finger was joined with a second as he angled it up slightly and found her g-spot, rubbing the hardened inner flesh she cried out and came in a rush, her muscles milking his fingers as her juices flowed over his fingers and down to pool into his hands. Her vision spotted at the intensity of the orgasm that washed over her, her hips jerking as her body shook.
He smiled at the intensity of her orgasm and the knowledge that he had cause that. As her breathing slowed she stroked his face lovingly then without a thought she flipped him over and rose up so she could guide his hard member inside her. She slammed her hips down hard swallowing all of him and cried out as her hands flayed against his chest. Her nails trailing welts down his chest as her muscles milked him, hard.
He answered her silent pleas by thrusting up deep into her, his hands reaching up and pulling her face to his own as his lips found hers. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, in time with his hips thrusting up into her own and she cried out with pleasure into his mouth.
He slammed up harder with each stroke as she slammed down to meet his every thrust.
“Buffy,” he cried out as his lips tore from hers, “I’m going to cum love.”
“Cum for me Spike, please, I need it, please!” She urged him on her muscles clamping down on his stiff member.
He cried out her name as his warm seed filled her, his eyes never leaving her face as he gasped out, “Look at me, Buffy!”
Her eyes opened as she looked into his her own orgasm answering his own as she whimpered and moaned against him. She collapsed against him and rasped out, “I love you, baby,” that was her last thought as she slipped into sleep.
Still buried in her he followed her as he held her small form to his chest, his own heart beating wildly in his chest. He stroked her hair and back lovingly as he followed her into sleep.
The phone rang, Dawn hurriedly answer it knowing that her sister and her lover where upstairs fast asleep. “Summer’s residence.”
“Dawn, is that you?”
Her eyes went large at the sound of the voice, as she asked tenitively, “Angel?
“Dawn, I need to speak to Buffy is she there?” His voice sounded filled with urgency and all Dawn could think was, *Oh shit*
“I think she’s sleeping, what is this about? Can I give her a message?”
“Dawnie, I really need to speak to her. Something has come up and we are headed to Sunnydale tonight as soon as the sun goes down.”
“Angel I can’t really wake her up right now, she and Spi…” Her eyes again went wide as she realized what she had almost said.
A growl was heard on the other end of the phone as his voice shot back, “What is she doing with my childe?” The tone of his voice was not pleasant to say the least.
“I’ll,” she stammered back. I’ll tell her you’ll be
here tonight. Gotta go Angel. See ya.” With that said she hung up the phone
quickly. Slapping her forehead she muttered, “Oh shit, they are so both going to
kill me.”
She raced up the stairs taking them two at a time and knocked loudly on Buffy’s door. “Sis, we need to talk,” She said urgently.
“Dawnie, go away we’re trying to sleep.” Came a sleepy irritated voice from within.
Taking a deep breath she said in a neutral tone of voice, “Angel called he will be here after sundown.”
“Oh bloody hell.” The male voice from behind the closed door cried out fully awake now.