Tara and Willow were brewing in her kitchen,  Buffy sat in her living room, watching the moon as it sailed over the night blue sky.

There wasn't going to be any patrolling tonight. She was far to unstable for that. If the hunger came back...Or the insecurity...Maybe next time, there wasn't any Spike there to save her...

Spike, Hot waves shook through her body, leaving her breathless. He had said that she was to good to reject... She felt proud. Almost like she got a medal or something...

"Oh no!" She spoke out loud.

She pressed her fingertips against her forehead and screamed;

"Willow! Tara! It's starting again!"

As the hunger and excitement rose inside her, Buffy fought with what she had of mind control. The years as a slayer had thought her more than a few tricks...But this forces were to strong...They ate hers like cookies.

Willow leaned over her, held her in a tight grip,

"Please Buffy! Remember to breath."

"Meat! Give me meat!" The slayer stated.

"Buffy, you have to rest now, you'll have plenty of meat tomorrow..."

"I want meat now! I need, meat!"

"Tara, find her something to chew on! It might keep her calm!"

Tara run into the kitchen and found a package of dried meat, meant for dogs in the fridge.

"Here," she threw it to Willow.

With a beyond disturbing look in her eyes, Buffy grabbed the piece of meat and started to chew, not worried about the plastic cover.

The witches just watched her with concerned looks.

"Possessed, all right..." Willow said.

"Right." her girlfriend answered.

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The glow between her legs grew into a huge fire, "Spike! I want Spike!"

But the ties around her hands and legs didn't allow her to go anywhere.

"I hate you!" She yelled at her best friend in front of her.

Willow didn't allow it to disturb her recitation. Ancient words came from her lips. Along with the boiled mixture in front of her, the essence sticks and the circle of candles it made the usually so cosy room look like a scene from a classic horror movie...Specially with the tied up slayer, cursing them from the centre of the circle.

"Let me go! I have to see Spike."

Willow swallowed hard, could Spike be behind this? It didn't look like it earlier...He seemed just as surprised as the rest of them...Only in a evil, amused way...

She kept reading from her book...

The demon, or the ghost or whatever should have appeared by now...The smell was right...There was something inside of her....But for some reason the magic didn't seem to work...And Willow was pretty tired, after seven hours of work.

Once again she started from the top. She could almost read the text from her memory now. She lowered and raised her voice at the exact right passages, but still it didn't seem to have any effect on the screaming girl on the floor...She hated to see Buffy tied up...But what else could they do...They had to freeze her just to get the ropes in place...She was so eager to get out...And who knew what could have happened to her outside.

Willow noticed that the energy level in her reading sank...She didn't have much more strength left...

This was really getting tiring...

Suddenly Buffy relaxed, her eyes closed, and she lied still.

They waited for several minutes. "Do you think she's ok?" Tara asked,

"Maybe it's over for now..." Willow whispered and put the book down.

After another couple of minute's waiting, she crawled over to Buffy, and started to untie her wrists, Tara did the same on her ankles.

A couple of more minutes of waiting, and the slayer opened her eyes...Storm and lightning inside.

Her hand flew forward and hit Willow in the face, than she got up on her legs, crossed the room and ran out the front door. It closed with a bang, behind her.

"Oh, so much for trusting this...Whatever it was..." Willow said and rubbed the swollen spot on her cheek.

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She approached from behind.

Her hands following the edges of his frame.

Sliding up his chest.

Her heavy breath behind him.

He smiled to himself; this was really getting interesting.

"Hello...Buffy...!"

"Good evening...Spike...!"

He turned around and welcomed her with a deep kiss.

Knowing it would be yet an interesting night in Sunnydale…

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Buffy came to her senses just a second before the orgasm hit her body, and made her explode in pure ecstasy.

"Spike!"

She screamed with a mixture of horror of pleasure.

"Welcome home, pet..."

He smiled, noticing that the sanity was back in her eyes.

Still being inside of her he leaned down and kissed her lips passionately.

The wicked glance told her that he knew exactly what state she was in,

"I hate you," she cried.

"No you don't..." He replied, and moved a little just to make sure she knew just where his body parts were located.

She moaned in pleasure and despair...It just felt good...She couldn't help it!

They were outside, under a tree. The leather in his duster felt warm and sweaty under her back. Her clothes were spread around them on the ground. Probably all dirty and wet.

"Get off me," she demanded.

"Don't think so, sweetie...I wasn't quite done with you yet."

"Get the hell away from me!" She felt both angry and scared.

Spike smiled widely before continuing his work on top of the slayer. Knowing she was sane at the moment, made him enjoy the event twice as much. Specially when he listened to the soft moans that came from her mouth...And felt how her body, after a moments hesitation responded to his. Letting him in, moving with him.

She didn't look at him, she starred over his shoulder...Tried to ignore the electric feeling that his movements created in her body...Tried not to listen to her own moans as they slipped through her lips...Tried to avoid the sensation building inside...

But she couldn't, for long.

When this was over, she had to stake him...She had no choice...This was going way too far.

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Buffy walked home with his words still ringing in her ears; "See you soon, slayer!"

She had never felt this ashamed before in her whole life. She cried silent as she walked.

What was this thing? And why did it happen to her?

And why did she still feel this shivers in her body, after the thing was gone.

(And how could she love what he was doing to her, even when she was herself?)

A familiar face in front of her on the sidewalk...Anya.

"Buffy, are you crying?" The ex-demon smiled at her.

"Leave me alone," Buffy cried and turned around.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing!"

Suddenly an almost scared expression spread on Anya's face, she lowered her gaze and fell to her knees.

"Tula!" She whispered.

"I obey!"

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~~Part Three~~

"Obey?" Buffy wiped away her tears.

"Anya what are you talking about?"

Anya got up from her kneeling position,

"You don't know? You have a demon inside of you..."

"Well...The thought has occurred to me, yes..."

"Her name is Tula; she's a cat..."

"Oh you don't say..."

Buffy started, the memory of the rat's taste in her mouth made her sick for a moment.

"Anya, would you care to walk me home? I don't think I trust myself right now."

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Tara and Willow was still at her house. Hours of worrying was written in their faces,

"Buffy! Where have you been? Anya, where has she been? We were worried sick about you..."

"I have been, nowhere...Hunting down some mice...That's all..."

"Mice? What are you talking about? Are you sure you are all right?" Willow's eyes were wide open, reflecting frustration and shock...

"Anya, fill them in...Will you?"

Willow gently sat Buffy down on the couch and sank down on the floor by her feet. Tara and Anya took the chairs.

"She has a cat demon inside, or rather a devil. Her name is Tula, I know her."

"Are you sure?" It was Tara.

"I would recognize her anywhere..." Something almost sad showed in Anya's eyes.

Buffy were silently crying again,

Willow spoke; "Buffy, are you telling us everything? It's hard for us to help you if we don't have the whole story..." She took a moment's break, and then added with a smile;

"And you're a lousy liar..."

Buffy returned her smile with a little grin through the tears, "No...I'm not telling you everything...I've been to see Spike..."

"Spike! What has he got to do with this? Why?!" Willow asked surprised, Anya just smiled knowingly.

"We had, I kind of went to have...Sex...With, with him..." Buffy stumbled in her words.

"You had sex with Spike?!" Both Willow and Tara stared at her.

"Yes, it's not like I can help it...You know if I could I wouldn't...!"

"So it's the demon who wants it?" Tara asked...

"Well...It certainly isn't me!"

Buffy got angry spots on her cheekbones.

"Sorry, Didn't mean to...Upset you..." Tara sank back in the chair again.

Willow was angry; "He...he should be punished! He know that you aren't yourself...And still he just..."

"Oh Will, it's not like I give him much choice...Throwing myself at him like that." Buffy interrupted. Then she continued with a desperate tune in her voice;

"I can't believe it...Spike again, every time there are some spell thing...Or magic... working on me, it has to be him...Why? We are enemies..."

"Well, it's not really magic...You are possessed, that's something else." Willow interrupted her.

"I know, what it is..."

 "She's a really powerful demon..." Anya spoke.

"You said you knew her?" Willow spoke,

"Yes, we used to hang out a bit...Before...I was like a little sister to her, of course, that was before..."

"Do you think you could talk to her?" Willow asked again.

"Not if she don't want to..."

 "Who is she anyway, and why me?!"

Buffy felt exhausted. The events this last couple of days had left her tired beyond imagination. Confusion ate it's way through her systems...She felt like sleeping, and don't wake up again before this whole thing was over.

"She has always loved to be around beautiful men. That's where we never got along..." Anya smiled to herself.

"So Spike is the reason, then? Of course! I should have known...Where he is, there's trouble..." Buffy's voice was hardly a whisper.

Anya smiled secretly,

"I don't think she would have chosen you for the purpose if there hadn't been anything inside of you that let her..."

"What do you mean?" Buffy hissed, and for some reason she felt nervous.

"I just say that if you didn't feel any affection for him at all, or didn't have a spot of lust for him inside, it would have been too much work to turn you in to the wanting..."

A pillow flew through the air and landed on Anya's face.

"It's true," the former demon insisted, amused by Buffy's rage.

"She's too lazy to start on scratch...Of course," she added, "It could be Willow's spell she sensed..."

Willow turned purple red and stared down at her toes.

"So it could be, like my fault?"

"Yes, I should say so...Unless, Buffy here has something to tell us..."

"I don't have anything to tell...Nothing!"

"Oh, please Buffy! He can't be that bad. You're blushing under that paleness." Anya stated without emotion.

Buffy fell backwards on the couch, "God, what am I going to do?"

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"So it's like she's obsessed with Spike?" Cordelia asked.

She and Angel had arrived thirty minutes earlier and was getting the story from Willow, while Buffy was resting upstairs.

"Well it's not really her...It's the demon inside her...Anyway, I wont leave her alone...But I have to get to Giles and do the researching. And the rest of the gang has to help me, so...Thanks for helping!"

Angel repeatedly hit his palm with his fist, "That son of a bitch, I should..."

Cordelia put her arm on his, trying to calm him,  "You're not going to do anything...Willow will take care of the dispelling thing, or de-possessing...Whatever...Besides, I'm kind of glad for them...It's not like they're getting something everyday..."

"Cordelia," both Angel and Willow gave her the familiar look, warning her not to go any further.

"Well, It's true...How long do you think it has been...Poor Spike has been alone ever since Harmony...And I can't imagine that being with her could be...Let's say satisfying...And Buffy," she turned to Angel, "spending years mourning over you, with only this Riley-guy to comfort her...It must have been hard for her...And Spike might be dead, but at least his good looking..."

"Are you done?" Angel asked.

"Yes, I'm done! Go ahead, shoot me for being honest! …Again!" Cordelia rolled her eyes.

"You don't get it do you? Being possessed means that she's not in control of her actions...Someone inside takes control of her body and mind...Buffy didn't choose to sleep with Spike, she was forced too..."

Willow suddenly got a distracted look on her face,

"Uh…Well…Yes...And this is a powerful old demon, almost a devil...According to Anya she was an angel once, who followed Lucifer when he was thrown out of heaven, but she got out of hell by an accident and is forced to walk the earth for eternity."

"No wonder she wants some fun! NOT, that I like what she's doing...But, well, I've always had this thing for cats..."

Cordelia turned her back at them and left without waiting for their comments.

"Willow...How is she?" Angel asked in a low voice.

"Not too good I'm afraid. Just, tie her up if you need too. And remember she's strong! Just, don't let her out!"

Willow put on her coat and walked towards the door; "And remember there's a steak in the fridge, if she wants some...Meat!"

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Buffy woke up, once again with this now, almost familiar hunger in her body...She was starting to learn how it worked. First nervous and afraid, then the feeding part before the wanting part.

"Oh no!" She cried silently... "I can't do this anymore..."

Her body was still hurting after her meeting with Spike the night before. She couldn't do another round.

"Oh yes, you can," the voice in her head spoke,

"I Tula I am, Obey!"

Silently she tip toed across the room and listened through the door. She heard voices. Cordelia and Angel...

"So the troops are gathered," she whispered before opening the door as silent as she could.

Still in her sleeping wear, a thin blue satin dress, she walked downstairs and moved towards the front door.

"Buffy!"

It was Angel behind her, she turned around.

"Hi, Angel, I...Just want some water...I'm thirsty...So I need...To drink!"

Angel watched her with suspicion, "You're not hungry then, you know we have some delicious raw meat in the fridge..."

Buffy felt how her mouth was filled with water, and her stomach ached and made funny sounds...

"That was rude and insensitive, Angel! I can't believe you just said that!"

She pressed out a couple of tears.

Angel's face softened, "I'm sorry Buffy, I didn't mean to hurt you...I was just afraid that...You were under her influence again."

"Well, Anya says that she can go away by herself, maybe she has...Left..."

Cordelia came up behind Angel, "She's fooling you Angel...Don't fall for it..."

But it was to late...

In the same second Cordelia as spoke, Buffy spun around, and the only thing left was an open door.

"You should take a course on cats, or women, or both..." Cordelia stated.

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She was moving on instinct. She knew where to find him. Two blocks away, leaning against a fence...Smoking...

"My stallion is waiting for me," she purred.

"The slayer is back!"

He dropped his cigarette and approached to her, he took her in his arms and planted a soft kiss on the top of her head.

"Still hungry, kitten?"

"My bad boy," she smiled and gently scratched her fingernails across his cheek.

"Missed me?"

He answered her with another kiss, a deeper one this time. His tongue slipped into her mouth playing an intimate game with hers.

"I think you have, she said in a low seductive voice when the kiss ended.

She felt the need for him grow inside of her again. Building like a volcano. Almost like, she couldn't breath before he was placed where he should be...Inside her.

His hands were hunting the curves on her body. Caressing her through the thin material in her dress.

She pressed her naked skin against the heavy material in his clothing. Felt how the metal details dug into the soft skin, and hissed in pleasure...

"Take me Spike, do it!"

His hand was ready to rip her dress off, when a familiar voice cut in,

"Stay away from her Spike! Go! Now!"

"Oh my! Isn't it the prince in shining armour...Coming to save his girl once again...Tell you what, Angel my boy...She is not yours anymore!"

The two men stood on each side of the smiling slayer, watching each other's moves.

Angel laughed, a short, cold laugh.

"She's possessed, Spike my boy, she is not herself...Do you honestly think she would have even considered taking you as her lover if she wasn't insane?"

Spike gave him an annoyingly secure smile,

"Maybe it's not her will, now...But I tell you Angel...You should have seen her last night...She was lying under me, moaning, singing my name, not yours, with all her senses in place...She was a sight!...I bet our little slayer forgot to tell you that..."

Anger and jealousy hit Angel and he felt his face vamp out against his will,

"You eat those words William! Do you hear me!?"

Spike slowly took two steps forward and laid his hands on Buffy's breasts.

"You want to be with daddy, right, pet?"

Buffy turned to Angel with a dreamy look in her eyes,"I want to be with Spike!"

Then she leaned forward, stretched her body and caught Spike's lobe between her teeth.

"That's my girl," Spike moaned.

A scream forced it's way from Angel's throat, he took a giant step forward...And then back again.

Spike suddenly let go of Buffy and took several steps backwards with his game face in place.

"Cordelia!" Angel shouted.

Holding Buffy around the waist with one hand, and a cross in the other Cordelia commanded;

"Help me! Angel! Let's get her in the car!"

No need to waste all this hormones, she added.

With a fighting slayer between them the LA couple started a slow retreat. Cordelia shouted over her shoulder, "Sorry Spike, we have to figure this out first..."

They placed the not so pleased slayer in the back of the car, and got in.

"Men!" Cordelia murmured as she turned the key.

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"Angel! Cordelia! Hello! Can someone untie me, please?!"

Cordelia's sleepy face approached in the door.

Buffy stared at her in surprise; "Is this how you look without make-up?"

"No," the girl answered, "This is how I look after spending a whole night on a couch *with* make-up...Well, most of the night anyway..."

"Where is Angel?"

"On the phone with Willow. Now, do you promise not to run out on me if I untie you?"

"Yeah! I promise, it's day now...And I feel...Completely restored!"

Buffy sent Cordelia her sweetest smile.

"More than I can say..."

Cordelia knelt by the bed, and started to work on the knots.

Downstairs Angel was waiting for them with a fresh pot of coffee. It felt comfortable, normal...Buffy thought...If it wasn't for the covered windows the morning sun would probably have shined through the glass and made the world bright and light. Normal...

"Sleep well?" Angel asked.

"Yes, I feel better than I have for days." she answered, and suddenly blushed when she remembered their rescue operation the night before...

"Look I'm sorry that I ran out...And for...That you saw me with...Spike..."

Angel's face froze.

"It's ok," he said... "You weren't exactly yourself..."

"No...No...I wasn't!" She answered with eagerness...

Cordelia gave her an amused glance.

"And the part about you wanting him even when you were, was just a lie right?"

"Right! A lie!" Buffy answered with badly covered desperation.

"Let's...Not! Talk about it!" Angel interrupted, with ice in his voice.

Silence spread around the kitchen table.

"I have bad news for you," Angel said after a moment.

"It isn't possible to perform an exorcism on demons this age...It looks like we just have to wait until it decides to move out..."

"Does that mean...?" Cordelia spoke.

"Yes," Angel answered.

"It looks like we have to stay for a while, to help the others... Take shifts..."

"So you're going to...Like guard me?"

"Any better idea," Angel answered. "Stake Spike?!" he suggested.

"No...I mean no...It's not...Like his fault, I mean." Buffy said, noticing too late her mistake. The others just stared at her. Cordelia with amusement and a little smile, Angel with something like disgust.

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The night was quiet. After ten games of scrabble Buffy said goodnight to Xander and Giles and went upstairs.

She woke up the morning after, feeling fine.

No blurry memories.

No Spike taste in her mouth.

Time to call in Anya.

"Yes!" She said after examining Buffy with her eyes.

"She's gone."

Buffy felt the relief flow through her body.

"Thank God, I am my own master again!"

She giggled hysterically until the tears took over, and she broke down on the couch...

"Too bad I didn't get an opportunity to say hi," Anya spoke in a sad voice.

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They were celebrating that the demon was gone. Willow had arranged a party with hats, balloons and cake.  Someone wasn't invited...

Back where it all started, in the graveyard. Spike was lying on the same spot in the grass as she had, the first night.

And yes he missed her, and why shouldn't he...? Next to Dru, she was the best one he had ever had...And Dru was crazy...So he guessed that was one point to the slayer.

The best part...Was that he knew she had wanted him, she, not the demon...Made him feel...Well...Manly...

He looked up at the stars, imagine to feel her strong legs wrapped around his waist, again.

"Longing for you, pet," he whispered in the night.

"I'm right here," she whispered softly

"If I'm the pet, that is..."

Buffy came out of the shadows, still wearing her pink party dress.

"What are you doing here?" he asked...

"Looking for you..."

A half bottle of wine had made her bold tonight.

"Why?" He asked with suspicion in his voice...

She knelt beside him and ran her fingers through his hair.

"Because..." She answered,

"Because I miss you..."

"Don't play with fire, pet...I might burn!"

"Oh yes! I'm counting on it!" She answered, and lowered her lips to his.

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They did miss the party, but it was more important to get back to LA. The business didn't run itself.

Cordelia was half asleep on the seat when she felt Angel's hand on her tie. Softly caressing it through her skirt.

He smiled at her, a slow, dangerous smile, and asked;

"Do you mind if we stop at that cafeteria over there? I just got this sudden need for meat..."

THE END