Part One

She made this little noises, like she was breathing. Even if there was no air in her corner of the world. Topaz eyes glowed through the Sunnydale night. A tall, slim figure lurking in the shadows. A tail as a cats, long and thick.

Deep golden fur covered her body. Claws replaced her fingernails. Despite this she was beautiful, in a strange unfamiliar way. Her triangle shaped face, the long fiery hair. Her black-framed eyes seemed huge in the small demon face. Still with hell's choir ringing in her ears, she walked the quiet night, without a sound.

On a mission.

On a hunt!

She had walked the ages. Seen them come and go...Cursed from the dawn of existence. From the moment of her master's fall. Eternal search through the centuries.

Once an angel, burned as a witch, once again in demon's disguise. Her damned soul was forced to continue its walk.

No mercy for the uninvited.

No mercy for her.

A miscarriage in the creator's genesis.

A drop of feline blood in her mixture.

Walking the earth. Like a ghost. No rest. No revelation.

Just hunger, fear and blood.

And she loved it.

Tula, the cat. The queen predator of the world.

A strong voice had disturbed her senses, drawn her across the world to this spot. It sounded like her master. But it couldn't be. He was beyond hell now. Beyond a reachable place. Gone for ages. Gone for good.

Remembering the feeling of his leather wings against her skin. The smell of burned roses. So strong, and sweet...

Missing him.

Miss being in his dark presence. His dark curls, and pale, marble skin. The evil sensation by the taste of his blood. So thick and tasty. So dark and smelly. Made human blood taste like water. And other demons like vine. While her masters blood, were the elixir of life.

Pure being, in his blood.

The mission this quest.

To find him.

To come home in her fathers arms.

Feel him suck the life out of her. Kill her over and over again.

Torture her with a glance of his eyes.

Being alive again...

Immortal, and still dead.

Immortal, and still on a hunt.

She was Tula, queen of earth's creatures.

The song in her veins was a song from the beginning. She had seen both heaven and hell.

Supposed to be an Angel, but with a devils heart pounding in her chest.

She died and changed form. But was still the same.

She changed over the years, but was still the same.

No others of her kind, just her, Tula.

Genuine in the web of the world… Purely her own color.

She slipped through the gates to the cemetery, feeling a male presence in there...And a woman. A sister of hers.

All this grey stone, all these names. What an idea. To mark the dead. Silly, waste of space. Stupid people. The moon was clear tonight. A good thing, the vibrations in the air were strong and active.

She could spot them through the night colors. The woman's deep purple silhouette, the mans pounding red.

An un-dead.

And a slayer.

The smell of close death. He was about to go.

She stood still.

Watching the darkness surround his body.

The slayer's stake touched his heart, and the sound of at least ten pairs of wings filled the air,

Tula looked down at the ground,

"A little melodramatic, old brother," she whispered sarcastic.

Like crows the demons surrounded the damned soul and caught him between them, A hole appeared on in the ground and with laugh and tease, the demons started to force the now dead un-dead toward the edge.

One of the black angels noticed her and stopped before her on the his way down,

"Tula!?"

His red eyes were burning in his old, wrinkly face. His body were wrapped in a piece of dark clothing, and black feather wings grew on his back. His fingernails were black, sharp and long. He smelled of dust and age, of ashes.

"I Tula I am" She answered in a low voice,

With a deep bow the demon angel showed her his respect, before he joined his brothers again. With the un-dead's screaming soul between them they flew down the hole and was gone. Together with the hole itself.

Tula looked at the slayer...Her purple color was gone, and replaced by a blue one.

"Taking human form..."

She crossed the graveyard and came up behind the slayer's back.

"Little girl, you are," she purred, and stroke the slayer's hair.

The slayer put her stake back in her back and stroked a couple of hair strays from her forehead. She was sweaty, wet. Her muscles were pulsing in a dark green shade. Exhausted.

She felt a new presence behind her and turned her head to see. A red pulsing point surrounded by a soft, but dirty green light.

"Un-dead...Not happy..." She stated loud.

"Slayer!" he called.

The slayer turned her head,

"Spike! What do you want?!"

She was hostile; her words came out like glass.

"I thought you maybe needed some help," he answered.

Tula could smell how he enjoyed annoying her.

"I'm fine! Thank you!"

Pieces of glass fell to the ground,

"After your little disaster with that fire demon last week, I thought I'd help you build some self esteem. You don't need to tell your friends I helped you..."

Her mouth was shooting glass,

"It was no disaster, I was unprepared, that's all. I scared him off, didn't I?!"

Tula, took a closer look at the playful demon. He was beautiful...He reminded her of someone. The pale skin, the glowing eyes.

She felt inside of him. Touched the demon inside with her fingertips.

He was of her kind.

Without doubt, the strong kind.

Old kind.

Made him brighter.

More complex than most vampires.

"Hello, little brother."

She stepped outside again; with a smooth touch she forced his game-face forward, and took a close look at it.

"What was that for," the slayer asked.

"What?!" he replied, then touched his face.

An almost comic expression spread on his face when he noticed that he was carrying his true face without knowing. Quickly he forced it back.

Grey shades of embarrassment crossed his face,

" Just...Wanted to...It itched!"

" It itched?!"

The Slayer had once again caught him. Shades of triumph, red lightning in her smile.

Tula had seen enough, this demon was one of a kind. He had similarities to her true master. The same strength, only hidden from view.

He had potential. Doubtless.

She liked him.

"Tula can play...Human games..."

Her tall body, almost a head or two taller than a grown man, moved towards the slayer.

"What's your name?"

The girl's mind answered her.

Tula smiled at it,

"Buffy...How cute!"

With a quick motion she curled herself up and fell into the slayer's body. Slowly she melted in to it, and was gone.

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An hour later Buffy was on her way home, still murmuring to herself about Spike.

"He is so damn arrogant, he knows I can stake him for nothing, and still he always gambles with that I wont...And why wont I? Because I'm a soft slayer. Soft and good-hearted...Stupid slayer! Once I know a vampire's name I'm unable to stake him...Stupid, stupid, me!"

"You want him to bite you!" a voice in her head,

"No I wont," she replied without thinking. Her hand was unconsciously playing with the stake in her hand.

"Hey! Wait! Who said that?!"

Silence,

" Is there anybody there?!" She asked the stars, but no one answered.

Buffy looked around, but everything seemed quiet. She put the stake in staking position, and continued to walk.

*Like I want him to bite me,* she thought.

*Don't really think so...*

How cool those lips would feel on her skin. How tight he could hold her, to smell the leather in his duster coat.

"Buffy!" She yelled at herself, her eyes were wide open in pure shock.

"Naughty you!"

She slapped her own face, and forgot about the stake, it almost ended with one less eye...And she dropped the stake in pure confusion...

" It's a good thing I'm going home, I don't feel too sharp tonight."

"We're only playing!" The voice whispered.

An image of Spike, (- Want a kiss, slayer?!) In her mind.

"God I'm going crazy!"

She started to run, and didn't stop before she was home with the door locked behind her. As if any lock could keep uninvited images away.

She starred at herself in the mirror...She felt so different...More light-headed in a way...Not good for a slayer. Not at all... But nice, very nice... Like all her thoughts were kind of cloudy. Like she had had a glass of wine or three.

Lying in her bed, she finally relaxed...She was probably just exhausted. Needed some sleep. It had been a long, dusty night in the slayer's life.

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*Woke up! Need meat. Lot's of meat. Now!*

With half of her brain still asleep Buffy stumbled downstairs and hit the fridge. Ham. Cut. Eat.

Sausages.

Whole. Down her throat.

Nothing more.

Cries in despair.

*More!*

Found, in the garbage.

A half eaten burger.

Down.

Teeth in pure

Meat.

Upstairs.

Back to sleep.

Wanting.

*Spike...*

Hunger inside.

* Bite me!*

Asleep.

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"Are you sure you aren't pregnant?" Willow asked over her cappuccino mug.

"Sure! How should that have happened? I haven't had a man in…Months."

"Well," Willow answered, "This kind of hunger is pretty common when..."

"Well I'm not!

Buffy's eyes were dark with anger,

"Oh, sorry!"

"No, I'm sorry...It's just that, I haven't slept much...And after my little adventure last night...I guess I'm just a bit worried."

"Don't be...With the slaying and all...No wonder you do strange things sometimes."

"Yeah, I'm sure I'm fine...Just fine."

"Buffy…?" Willow's eyes were filled with concern... "Sure you're telling me everything?"

"Yes...Yes...There's nothing more to tell..."

But there was. Haunting images, deep-felt lust. Made her want to spread her legs and scream.

Wanting him.

*God I'm just like an animal* she thought, and felt the blood stream to her head, coloring her cheeks red.

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On patrol,

Stake in hand. Head among the clouds.

She caught herself whistling.

Her usual dark clothing were gone, a bright red dress broke every security rule she ever had known.

A tight red dress.

Licking her body.

"Vampires," she called... "Nice vampires, come to mummy!

Still this blurry feeling in her head, it grew stronger once it became night. Like the world was on the other side of the bottom of a bottle. Behind thick, unclear glass.

"Mummy is waiting for you...Big, bad vamps!"

As she spoke the last sentence her voice grew thick with emotion and her hands slid down her dress… Busy caressing her own hips she didn't notice the vampire behind her.

When he attacked she was unprepared.

Fist in face, and Buffy was laying on the ground, with a filthy, hungry vampire on top.

"Did mommy call?" He asked with a grin.

Buffy screamed, while the vampire fought her arms back and concentrated on the thick, pulsing vain on her neck.

A strong arm reached out behind him and ripped him violently away from the girl. A wooden stake and his un-life was gone.

"Slayer! What on earth are you doing! If you're going to get yourself killed, let it at least be someone more worthy, not this dirty, little minion..."

He reached out a hand to help her off the ground, but she crawled backwards, away from him.

"And what's with that outfit? Are you celebrating your own death?" he yelled at her.

Her big eyes looked up on him,

"Hello Spike..."

Her voice was a shy whisper.

He starred at her...For a long while...

"Well, someone has obviously put a curse on you, pet...Let us get you home."

She could hardly breath, her throat felt thick and tight. Her heart was pounding loudly in her chest. The danger she had been in was long forgotten, only one thing remained; She was with him...

She was with him, the target of her wild hormones dance in her veins. And she couldn't think of anything proper to say.

"Hi, Spike." she said again. A little smile followed her words.

She got up on her shaky legs and slowly took the hand he offered her.

"Tell me slayer, have you been drinking?" He asked.

"No..." She whispered...And couldn't think of anything more to say.

The excitement of walking beside him through the silent graveyard, holding his dry, cool hand, made her shiver inside.

She hardly dared to look at his face.

His amazing, pale, smooth, sexy, beautiful face.

She wondered if she would dare to kiss him, but then a warning in her head reminded her that they were kind of enemies, so she couldn't...Not that she would... Cuz what if he didn't like her...Or didn't kiss her back...Or what if he laughed at her...

She felt this tickling between her legs and pressed them together as she walked...Which only made it worse. What if he could smell her?

Oh no! So embarrassing.

Full moon, so romantic...Why didn't he say something?

Why was he so silent?

*God, it's because I'm boring* she thought.

*He is used to funny girls, like...Drusilla...And…Harmony. Witty, interesting girls...Not a dull little grey mouse like me...*

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Hunger!

Meat!

*Spike!*

Loud, clear voice.

"I need some meat! Give me meat!"

He gave her a strange look.

"You're going home!"

"No. I need meat!" She insisted.

"Hopefully you're not talking of mine," he replied.

"Give me meat!" Her free hand shot up and grabbed his face, squeezing it.

"Now!"

Her eyes caught a rat passing through her sight. Quickly she let go of Spike, and ran after it through the bushes. With unnatural speed and grace she soon caught it. Grabbed it between her hands and broke it's neck.

When she came back to Spike she was busy eating its flesh. Her mouth was colored red and blood were dripping from her fingers... She spat out a piece of bone and bent over to have another taste of the animal.

"Slayer, that's disgusting!" He grabbed her by the elbow.

"Come on, I'll buy you some meat...Cooked meat."

He placed her behind a bush while he were shopping, and ordered her to stay there.

When he retuned with eight hot dogs in a paper bag, her eyes lightened up. She grabbed the bag and tore it her attempt to get it open. The food fell on the ground, but she didn't care. She licked them clean and started to push them into her mouth.

She ate them in a couple of minutes. Then she fell backwards. Satisfied and relaxed.

"I guess that was the end of your diet." He said. Shock and curiosity fought in his face.

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She stopped outside the house and looked at him,

*Was he going to kiss her now?*

Her belly hurt only by thinking of it.

"Well, goodnight then," she said with the tiny, funny voice she couldn't help.

"If you for a moment think that I will leave you alone until we've sorted this out, you're wrong!"

He pulled her with him to the door.

"Right, you're an annoying, even brain eating, little slayer, but the one who follows you might even be even hostile...I prefer to keep you for a while longer...Now! Invite me in!"

She fumbled a bit with her keys, before she hit the keyhole.

The two of them...Alone...She felt her back turn sweaty. She who couldn't even think when he was around. No way she could even think about sleeping!

"Come on in Spike she whispered."

Her image in the hall's mirror showed a pale, dark eyed little girl with blood trails around her mouth.

"Spike...Did I just eat a rat out there...?" She asked in confusion.

"Yes luv, you did!"

So manly he looked when he did that thing with his mouth. Like he sucked his cheeks into his mouth....

*Rat. Embarrassment.*

"Oh no! I'm so...Oh no!"

Her teary eyes searched his.

Amused by the expression on her face, he laughed;

"Well, I've eaten a rat or two over the years myself...It's nothing to be ashamed of."

Distracted he reached out and touched her hair.

"Someone is messing with your brain slayer, and we have to find out how it is," he removed his hand "Or you are simply going mad.

"Well," he turned his back to her and walked into the apartment.

"We have to call the witches once it's something like morning. By now I guess they're pretty tied up in each other, do not disturb sign on the door."

They entered the living room.

"I guess you're right," She fell down in a chair. Felt suddenly weak and empty.

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She woke up a couple of hours later.

Burning need inside.

He was watching her from the opposite chair.

She smiled at him,

"I'm fine now...Just needed some sleep."

Walking over, moving like a cat.

Legs on each side of his.

Moving down.

Wicked smile.

Rubbing herself against his jeans

No underwear this night.

Moving down.

Lips

Soft and wet.

Licking his,

Forcing her tongue into his mouth.

Kissing him.

Part Two

Spike found himself on the floor, struggling with a lovesick vampire slayer. Blonde hair and soft fingers hit him no matter where he turned. Her strong hands were battling with the buttons in his shirt. Fingernails were scratching across his chest, there were soft moans and wet lips. And this little curious tongue of hers, licking it's way over his neck,

"Slayer! If you honestly think I' going to sleep with you, you're wrong!"

Her hands grabbed his and lead it to her breast,

"This is violence, I hope you're aware of that!" He tried again.

Buffy sat on top of him with one foot on each side of his body, rubbing herself against the hardness inside his pants, her head bent forward and her mouth were trying to capture his.

Spike was even more confused now, than he had been when he first found her, dressed for a ball, shy and insecure at the graveyard. More shocked than he had been when she ate the raw rat in front of his eyes. But this rubbing and nipping, undoubtedly felt good.

"Kiss me," she smiled, with a catlike glance in her eyes.

Her hands were busy opening the front of her dress, letting her breasts free.

"Don't shoot me when you get well..." he answered, and replied to her request with a hungry kiss.

Too long ago, there had been any woman wanting him like this, besides she was Buffy. She was a goddess to look at, too bad the image soon faded once she opened her mouth to yell at him.

She wouldn't yell tonight.

She was pure fire.

Hot and sweaty.

Greedy hands explored the secret parts of his body.

Forcing into a pit of lust.

She was just too much smooth skin, to many soft surfaces on her body.

Too much lips and battling tongue.

Small white teeth playing with his lobe.

And fingers made in heaven.

Stroking him into insanity.

"Bloody hell," he murmured and let himself over to the wet softness surrounding him.

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It was day.

Spike stood with his back to the room, lighting a cigarette. His body still ached after the floor dance they had performed earlier.

Dressed in only his pants he made sure that the windows were safely covered, so no evil sun would came near to his naked skin.

He smiled, the slayer was under some kind of spell, she had to be, no doubt. But this time it surely had been to his benefit. She was a wicked little monster in bed.

The slayer taste in his mouth was not unpleasant this time. Not at all...

An evil grin spread on his face when he thought about how she would react when, or if the spell was broken, and Buffy had to face that she nearly had raped the vampire she so stubbornly had insisted on hating from the bottom of her heart...

She woke up, by a voice in her head; "Good girl, you are...Nice girl..."

The ornaments on the carpet she was lying on was the first thing she saw. Yellow lilies on a blue background, at least she was at home, but she was freezing. It was cold.

And she was naked!

She got on her feet in one move,

"Damn!

She looked around her with a panic expression in her eyes, this couldn't be happening.

She grabbed a blanket from the cutch and wrapped it around her aching, sore body, before realizing she wasn't alone.

The marble, pale figure in front of her sent her an amused, little smile,

"I wouldn't care to cover if I were you, slay...It's not like I haven't seen what there is to see..."

Tears came running to her eyes,

"How could you!" She screamed.

"Hey, I didn't start it, remember?"

"No I don't!"

She tried, but the memories came floating back as she spoke. The sweet taste of his lips on hers. His strong body against hers. The weight of him on top of her, forcing her into ecstasy. Wrapped legs around his back. His heavy scent above her, like burning herbs.

 She wanted to run out of the room. Hide somewhere for the rest of her life. She felt how her face turned purple, both from the memories and the embarrassment that followed.

Painfully clear the pictures spun in her head.

Her own behavior, how he had tried to calm her, how she just kept forcing him to touch her...And how good it felt when he did.

"I think I'm going crazy," she spoke, and sank down on the couch.

"So do I," he agreed with a little smile. Looking annoyingly fresh and happy with himself. The triumph in his face was not to be wrong about. Victory.

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When Willow and Tara arrived, they found a silent little slayer. Dressed in a long, wide shirt, still wrapped in the blanket.

"I'm going crazy," she said, with a sad look on her face.

Tara was in the kitchen making her some tea; Spike was still standing on the floor. More or less undressed. Just to piss her off, Buffy thought, to let the whole world know about what had happened...Yet there was no one to blame but herself. She was the one who had forced herself on him, she had to, much against her will, give him credit for trying to stop her mindless attack.

"Spike! What happened?" Willow asked.

The blonde vampire grinned,

"Our slayer over there, behaved like a wild animal, that's what happened... She violently killed and ate a rat right in front of me... She also behaved like a girl on her first date...All nervous giggles, sweaty hands, avoiding eye contact...Those kind of things...She was even dressed like one... And behaved so silly that I even had to save her life."

He laughed loud in pure evil, watching the slayer's red face.

"And even worse, she..."

Tara interrupted him when she came in with the teapot,

"Drink this Buffy, and you'll soon feel better."

Willow filled her in,

"So what is your suggestion?" she concluded.

"Spell?"

"Not likely...I don't feel any of the vibes that comes with it..." Willow answered.

"Possession?"

"Might be..."

"Or I'm just overworked," Buffy added.

"Do you remember anything about your state of mind, when all this happened?" Willow asked her.

"It's kind of blurry...Like a dream..."

"That might fit in the pattern..." Willow said to Tara.

The witches left the room to see what they had brought who might be of any use.

Buffy lifted her eyes, still with twinkling tears in them, and sent Spike a begging look;

"Please don't tell them..."

Spike hesitated for a moment, and then he answered:

"And have them all rambling about how I used you when you were weak? No I don't think so...Smells like a headache to me..."

He grabbed his duster; they had slept all day, so the sun would be down soon. On his way out he stopped and turned to her again;

"But if you ever do something like this again...Don't expect me to stop you..." He grinned, "I don't have any heart of goodness, and you are far to good to reject."