Chapter 22: "A Few Answers" (PG-13)


Thank you Sarah(vampgrl) and as you can see I added your suggestion but vamped it to fit the style of writing i have. Thank you so much!!!

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"You should really get a room with a telly if you expect me to come by again," Spike said, still frustrated that the room was void of one.

Vanessa sighed and snuggled closer against his bare chest.

"Does that mean there is going to be another time?"

Spike rolled her question around in his head. He could say yes and allow himself the
benefit of a back up if the Slayer ever decided to end their little escapades. Then again
what would the Slayer think if she knew he had another girl on the side. Would she....

'What do I care what she thinks?' he asked himself. 'I don't.'

"Yeah, luv," he finally answered. "But, only if you get a room with a telly."

"Deal," Vanessa agreed, smiling slightly.

She placed one hand on his stomach and lightly ran her fingers over it, tracing small circles around his bellybutton.

"Where did you go after you left the bar the other night?"

Spike rolled his eyes. 'Great. Post-sex conversation.'

"Went crypt hunting. The place I'm at right now doesn't really fit my needs. Too many
windows."

"That's not good. I don't think I want you turning into a pile of dust just yet," Vanessa
joked. "Where are you staying now?"

Spike's mind drifted back to Buffy again. He wondered what she was doing right now, if
she was with Angel. She probably was. The two of them patrolling, making with the
smoochies while staking the baddies of the world.

"Stupid poofter," Spike mumbled, disgusted by the thought of Buffy with Angel.

"What?" Vanessa asked, lifting her head up to look at him.

"Nothing. What was it you asked?"

"Where are you staying right now?"

"Nowhere important, pet," he answered softly. "Nowhere important."

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Angel and his friend strolled into the library and found everyone with their noses still
buried in books. Except for Buffy, she was busy rolling a pencil back and forth between
her hands on the table.

"He's here," Angel announced softly. All heads whipped around to him.

Buffy smiled when she saw Angel, glad that he was back. Angel didn't return the smile,
shifting his gaze to Giles instead.

"Here is the man you've been waiting to meet."

Giles put his book down and walked over to the man with quick steps.

"I'm glad you decided to come and help us," Giles said, extending his hand to the man
as he reached him.

The man took his hand and shook it.

"Well, Angel told me about your situation and I knew I could help."

Giles removed his glasses and glanced down at the floor. "How much do you know about our situation?" he asked, lifting his eyes back up to the man.

"Angel told me that Buffy, the Slayer, is with child. He also told me that the father is a
vampire." He paused and quickly let his eyes scan the room and its occupants. "He also told me that you all think it's part of a prophecy and that you're lacking materials.'

"Yes, that's right," Giles agreed, nodding his head. "I can't seem to find any entry in the
Watcher's journals or anything in my books. Although I did come across one short
passage, but I'm not sure if it pertains to Buffy."

"I'm not surprised."

Giles furrowed his brows. "What do you mean?"

"You won't find anything because this isn't a prophecy."

"What?" practically everyone asked all at once.

Buffy stood up from her chair. "You mean this child growing inside of me, this child that
was conceived with a vampire, is not part of a prophecy."

"Yes, that's what I'm saying."

"Then what is it?"

"A gift."

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Spike pulled his leather duster on. After sleeping with Vanessa a strange feeling overtook his body. He couldn't explain it, but it was something he had never felt before.

"Will you come see me again?" Vanessa asked from the bed, watching him pull his coat onto his shoulders.

Spike lifted his hands up and straightened the lapels of his duster. "No," he replied bluntly, despite his earlier admittance of there being another time.

He moved to the door and yanked it open, disappearing into the night.

Vanessa stared at the now closed door and smiled to herself.

"Wrong answer, Spike."

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"A gift," Buffy repeated.

"Yes, a gift."

Buffy threw her hands into the air. "Well, point me in the direction of whomever decided
that this," she said, gesturing to her stomach, "would be a gift. Because I'd really like to
have a few words with them."

"The Powers that Be."

"What?"

"The people who gave you the child were the Powers that Be."

"Confused now," Xander spoke up. "You say that this isn't part of a prophecy, yet the
Powers that Be are involved."

The man sighed, "It's really complicated."

"Please explain it to us then," Buffy scoffed, folding her arms in front of her.

Angel stepped out from the corner he had been standing in.

"Buffy, let him explain before you get upset."

Buffy glared at Angel. "I'm not upset. I am just really irritated that my life is constantly
being played with. First it's, 'You're the chosen one, go save the world from endless
apocalypses'. Then its, 'Oh, by the way you wont live to be twenty-five'. And now...now they decide to impregnate me with this baby."

"They aren't playing with your life Buffy," the man told her. "This baby has been planned
for some time."

This time Giles was the one confused.

"If the baby was planned, why wasn't it written?"

"Because the way the baby was to be conceived was not something the Powers that Be wanted known. And if the Watchers Council found out about it, they would go to any
lengths to stop them."

"Vampire and Slayer," Willow said.

"Plus, the fact that they wanted to conceive the baby in the most powerful slayer, one that has surpassed all obstacles thrown at her, was another factor that delayed the baby."

"I'm the powerful slayer?"

"Yes, you killed the Master, stopped an apocalypse and sacrificed all that you love to save the world."

"How was the vampire chosen?" Giles asked.

The man laughed lightly. "That one was a tough decision. At first they wondered if it was
possible to even bring a slayer and a vampire together in the sense they needed. Then
when they saw that a slayer and vampire could love, they realized they wouldn't have any problems."

"Angel and Buffy," Xander pointed out.

The man shook his head. "Buffy and Angel are not the first vampire and slayer to fall in
love. The love between a vampire and slayer dates back over 200 years."

"So, this child has been planned for 200 years?'

"Yes."

"So, Angel was picked to be the father and things got screwed up," Buffy said, her tension and anger rising with each revelation.

"Angel wasn't the vampire they chose if that's what you're insinuating."

"But, he's the only vampire I love...will ever love."

"Why did they choose Spike?"

"What's with the dreams she's been having?"

"What do they plan to do with the child once its born?"

The man raised his hands, signaling them all to stop with their questions. "That's all I am allowed to tell you for now," he told them before glancing over at Angel. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure."

"Wait a minute!" Buffy yelled, grabbing the man and jerking him around. "You can't tell us anymore? You come here and tell us this and that's it. Who the hell do you think you are?"

"A man that's going to help you."

Angel walked over to Buffy and forced her to look at him. "Buffy, he's my friend. I trust
him and he is here to help us."

Buffy looked over at the man then back at Angel. She sighed. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"I will continue to help you and tell you as much as I can through the pregnancy of this
child, but until then all you can know is how it happened."

Buffy nodded her head in understanding. Angel led his friend out of the library.

"Angel you can't let them know that you know more then I told them," the man warned
once they were on the other side of the doors.

"I won't."

"You know it would ruin everything if you interfere."

"I said I won't."

"Angel I know you love her and it pains me that you have to stand by and allow this to
happen, but it is they who were meant to be together."

"Peaches, who's the new luva?!"

Spike had been walking down the hall when he spotted Angel chatting with a man. He
stopped when he came face to face with them.

"Hey, I know you," Spike exclaimed, pointing his finger at Angel's friend. "You're that bloke I met at Willy's"

The mans eyes narrowed, his mind trying to process exactly who the bleached vampire
was. Finally it clicked.

"You're Spike."

"And you're Ramone."

"Spike, go away."

Spike ignored Angel. "So, you're the friend that knows all about this whole baby mess."

"And you're the father."

"Unfortunately yes."

Ramone eyed Spike before turning to Angel. "I will talk to you tomorrow."

"Yes."

Ramone said goodnight to both men then left.

"So, does the Scooby gang know that your little friend there is a demon?"

Angel's body tensed. He could smell Buffy's scent on him, but it wasn't as strong as his
scent had been on her.

"Where have you been?"

"Out and about."

"Did you hurt someone? I smell someone's scent on you and sex."

Spike smirked. "Well, I did make her scream, but it wasn't from pain."

Angel couldn't believe Spike would go from Buffy's beauty and light to another
bed. It gave him even more cause to doubt his friend's claim that Spike had
been chosen to be the one for Buffy, and more reason to want to dust him on
the spot than he ever had. Spike had always been loyal to Drusilla. But he'd
loved her. This just showed he couldn't love Buffy. And that he was her enemy
to the core like he'd always been.

As the anger flashed red before his eyes and the thought that one day Spike
would hurt her pounded in his head his fist clenched. Angel
mentally tried to push his anger at Spike aside, but all he wanted to do
right now was kill him. Dust him right there and raise Buffy's child as his
own. But, something in Ramone's words and eyes had said, 'He doesn't love her. At least not yet.'

Spike seemed to sense the controlled rage in Angel and smirked a little
before asking, "Is the slayer in there?"

Angel jumped back into reality. "Yeah."

"Good, been meaning to talk to her about something."

Spike pushed both doors wide open and waltzed into the library. He scanned the room until he found her over by the weapons.

"'Ello, pet," he greeted, leaning against the wall with his shoulder.

A shiver trailed through Buffy's body from his closeness. Her mind drifted back to earlier,
when his tongue had lavished her body. God, she would give anything to be back there
lying on the bed with Spike. No, not Spike, with someone other then Spike pleasuring her the way he had.

"Why are you here?" she asked, jerking an ax from its place on the wall.

"Don't know really. Was visiting a friend, got bored with her, decided to see what you
were up to and now here I am."

Buffy's eyes shot over at Spike. Did he say 'her'? Buffy shook her head, wondering why
she even cared what kind of friend he had visited.

"I'm about to go patrol."

"I'll come with you," he said, a mischievous look gleaming in his eyes.

Buffy didn't miss the look or the hidden message behind it, but she didn't let it effect her.

"Good, Angel and I could use the extra help," she said, smiling brightly and walking away from him.

"Balls."

TBC.....................

"The course of true love never did run smooth." Shakespeare



Chapter 23: "Your Whore" (R)

Thanks Sarah(vampgrl) and I hope I made the right changes that you suggested!
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"Any particular nasty you guys looking for?" Spike asked from behind Buffy and Angel.

After an hour they had finished patrolling two cemeteries, finding only two newly risen vamps, and now they were in their third cemetery and nothing big had happened yet.

"I don't know why we're still here," Spike continued. "This place is dead."

Buffy stopped and turned to him. "That was really clever, Spike. How long did it take you to come up with that one?"

"'Bout as long as it will take you to dust that vamp," he replied, his gaze fixed behind her.

Angel and Buffy both went into attack mode. Buffy took in the appearance of the vamp and laughed. He was completely decked out in 70's vintage clothing.

"Can we say Travolta reject?" she joked, pulling a stake from her jacket.

Spike walked over to a nearby gravestone and took a seat on it. He pulled a cigarette out and lit it.

"Now, now Slayer," he tsked, blowing out a cloud of smoke. "Don't you know it's impolite to insult your prey before killing it."

Before Buffy could tell Spike to shut it, the vampire lunged at her. She plunged her stake into its heart and the vamp exploded into dust.

Buffy started to cough violently as the dust drifted in the air towards her face. She
waved her hand around in front of her, shooing away the remaining dust.

"I wonder if you can die from inhaling too much dust," she choked out.

Angel lifted his head and surveyed their surroundings. Spike was right, the place was
dead.

"Maybe we should call it a night," he suggested. "You can go home and get some sleep. You look tired."

Spike leapt down from the gravemarker. "Now that's the best bloody idea I've heard all
day."

He made his way to Buffy.

"Come, Slayer. I'll walk you home." He leaned closer and added in a low voice. "Even
tuck you in if you're a good girl."

Buffy shut her eyes. As tempting as his offer was, she really did not want to fall into bed
with Spike again. Two times, or was it three? It didn't matter, because there would be no
more times.

"No, I think we should patrol a little longer," she said, moving away from Spike's
closeness.

Spike groaned in agony. "Cor, this is boring as hell."

"Maybe if you helped instead of talking our ears off and chasing away all the vamps, it
wouldn't be so boring."

"Unlike the poofter here, I don't kill my own kind."

"Then why did you come, Spike?" Angel inquired, becoming irritated with his grandchilde.

"Slayer knows why I came," Spike answered simply, sliding his gaze towards Buffy.

Angel didn't have to wonder what Spike was implying. He knew exactly why Spike had
come, and he bet that his being here ruined his plans.

"Listen, Spike. If you promise to shut up for a minute, we'll leave after we finish this
cemetery."

"Fine."

"Buffy, maybe we should split up. Cover more area and finish quicker."

"All right. You and Spike go patrol the north side and I'll..."

"I'm not going with Peaches."

"Why?"

"Can't stand him is why."

Buffy exhaled harshly. "God, Spike, you can be so childish."

"Spike, go with Buffy. I'll take the north side alone."

Buffy watched Angel wander off through the graves. After he was fully gone she turned
her attention to Spike.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Spike grinned. "Been waiting all day to get you alone."

"All day? You were with me half the day."

Spike reached out to her and took hold of her around the waist. He pulled her to him
roughly.

"And, it was a good half day, right?"

Buffy wanted to push him away, she really did, but while her head screamed 'no', her body screamed 'yes'.

"Yes," she replied weakly.

Spike lowered his mouth to her neck. He sucked on the area below her ear then trailed his lips lower.

Buffy started to breathe heavily. Her hands shot up from her sides and clung to his
shoulders. She felt so weak. Her entire being was turning to Jello as Spike's tongue and
mouth moved over her skin.

"I want you, Slayer." She heard Spike groan. "I want to bury myself inside you."

Buffy pulled away, but not because she was repulsed by his admission, but because she wanted him too. Her hands began the job of pulling his shirt out of his jeans.

Spike stood still, allowing her to undress him. His mind played with all the thoughts of
what he was going to do to her once they were both sans clothing.

Buffy's mind continued to scream at her, telling her that what she was doing was wrong. It was wrong to be starting this here, in the open, with Angel only inches away. But, her body paid no attention to the protests. So, her hands continued their task. Once Spike's shirt was off Buffy froze.

Spike saw the Slayer's eyes widen in shock. He wondered what was wrong and looked
down to see what she was staring at.

That's when he saw them. Vanessa's marks. Scratches ran down from his shoulder to the top of his chest. A small circle, most likely a hickey, showed beside one nipple.

Spike looked back up at Buffy in time to see her step further away from him.

"Slayer-"

"Where were you earlier?" she asked, her eyes still glued to his chest.

"Visiting a friend."

Buffy clutched at her stomach. She felt like she was going to be sick.

"Oh, my god."

Spike watched her hunch over. He cursed himself for telling her the truth about what he
had been doing earlier. His mistake caused her to put two and two together.

"Slayer, these are from you," he tried unsuccessfully to cover, walking over to her and
grabbing her arm.

Buffy jerked her arm free. "Don't touch me," she warned. "I can't believe I let you into my
bed," she whispered, her gaze focused on the ground as her mind processed everything.

"I feel like a slut, a whore. I let you touch me and....oh god."

"Buffy."

"I am a whore. One of your whores."

Spike pulled Buffy straight and forced her to look at him. "You wanted it."

Buffy struggled to get free, but Spike held firm. "You invited me into your bed willingly,"
he growled. "But, just because I slept with you doesn't mean I'm going to be monogamous."

"Let go of me, Spike."

"Spike!" Spike heard Angel yell his name.

Buffy finally broke free and ran to Angel's side.

"Buffy?" Angel said, seeing the horror in her eyes. "What happened?"

Buffy didn't answer him. She couldn't think right now, she only knew that she wanted to
get far away from Spike.

"Take me home."

Angel nodded his head and placed his arm around her.

Spike watched Angel lead Buffy away before he cursed.

"Bloody hell!"

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Hours after Angel had left Buffy's house, Spike stormed through the front door. He
stopped at the foot of the steps and stared up at the second floor.

He was tempted to march up them and bang on Buffy's door. But, he knew if he did he
would wake Joyce up and he didn't want to do that. So, instead he went down into the
basement.

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Buffy heard the basement door slam and relaxed. Her whole body had tensed when she
heard Spike come in. For a minute she wondered how he had gotten in. She was sure she locked the door after Angel left, mainly to keep him out. She figured her mother probably gave him a key just in case he ever left while they were asleep.

'Great.' she thought. Can't even lock him out of her house, let alone her life.

She didn't tell Angel what had happened. If she did she would have had to reveal that she was sleeping with Spike and she didn't want to do that. So, she made up a lie about feeling sick and throwing up on Spike. That excuse also covered his question about why Spike's shirt had been off. She didn't think he'd buy it, but he did. Hook, line and sinker.

Once Angel was gone she went to the bathroom and took a shower. Cleaning off all the
filth she felt from Spike's touches earlier. But, no matter how hard she scrubbed or how
long she still felt dirty.

Now here she was, in bed, almost wishing that Spike would come into her room and touch her again.

"No more," she told herself, pushing away all thoughts of Spike. "Never again."

TBC.........................


"We know what we are, but know not what we may be."

Chapter 24: "Exit"

Authors Note: I know I probably upset some of you with the last few chapters with Spike's wandering ways. Just stick with me.....good things will come.

"Patience is a virtue."

Happy 20th Sarah(vampgrl)! Thanks!
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"Good morning," Joyce greeted Buffy as she came into the kitchen. "I made your favorite....pancakes."

Buffy groaned. "Uh, no thanks. I'm not very hungry."

"Buffy, you need to eat," Joyce said, pouring more batter onto the pan. "After all, you are eating for two."

"Don't remind me," Buffy told her, placing her hand over her stomach.

"Come on, sit," her mother ordered, setting a plate on the table.

Buffy crossed over to the table, pausing momentarily when she passed the basement door. She had to force herself to continue on across the room and not bolt out of the kitchen like her life depended on it. She didn't like the thought of being this close to Spike, even though a solid wooden door separated them.

Joyce noticed as her daughter's demeanor changed after passing by the basement door.

"Honey, are you okay?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Buffy picked up the fork lying beside her plate and started to stab at the fluffy, golden pancakes stacked high on the plate.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she muttered. "Never better."

"Buffy, either you start talking or I will march down those basement steps and ask Spike myself."

Buffy's head shot up and the fork clattered onto the plate. "How did you know it involved Spike?"

"When you passed by the basement door your face got very pale," she explained. "Honey, you looked like you were going to be sick."

"He's just being a jerk.'

"All men are jerks," Joyce joked, trying hard to lighten her daughter's dreary mood.

Buffy didn't laugh. Instead she resumed the task of playing with her food.

"Giles says to keep him around because we need his help. But, does he help? No, all he does is mess things up. Make my life a living hell."

"Buffy, what happened?"

Buffy sighed deeply, this time placing her fork down on the plate.

"Sorry Mom, but I'm really not hungry," she confessed, getting up from the chair. "Plus, I really want to get out of here before his 'royal pain in the ass' wakes up."

"Doesn't he usually sleep during the day?"

"Yes, but I'm not taking any chances today."

Buffy moved around the counter and kissed her mom on the cheek.

"Bye, Mom."

"Call me if you're going to be home late."

Buffy nodded her head in reply before hurrying out the kitchen door.

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"Buffy, what's bothering you?" a concerned Willow asked her friend once they were both alone.

After leaving her house, Buffy had spent most of the day with Willow. The whole afternoon consisted of doing girlie stuff, shopping, gossiping, all things to rid her mind of the way she was feeling about what happened with Spike.

Last night Buffy realized two things. First, that she wasn't mad at Spike, or angry for that matter. She had no right to be, they weren't a couple, they weren't in love, the times they had spent together, in bed, were about lust, need and fulfilling a desire they couldn't find anywhere else at the moment. So, she realized she was angry at herself. Angry that she had succumbed to the need and want building inside her since Spike came back to Sunnydale. Secondly, she realized that this incident was a good wake up call for her. Now was the time for her to focus on her life, her real life. The one that involved her friends, her mother, her slaying duties, and most importantly, Angel. And that's exactly what she planned to do.

"Buffy?"

Buffy heard Willow's voice calling her name and slowly returned from her thoughts.

"Where did Xander go?" she asked once she noticed he wasn't sitting at the table with them.

"Cordy finally showed up and now they're dancing," Willow answered, motioning with her head to the dance floor. "What are you thinking about?"

"Angel," Buffy replied with a soft sigh.

Willow smiled. "Happy, fluffy thoughts?"

Buffy nodded her head.

"Angel's been wonderful this whole time. Always there for you to lean on, " Willow began to ramble, while playing with the straw in her drink. "I mean, I could only imagine how hard this all is for him. The love of his unlife carrying the child of his grandchilde. And, then when that Ramone guy said that Spike had been chosen over him. That must've been so painful for him to hear."

"Yeah," Buffy agreed impassively.

"What's up?" an out of breath Xander asked when he saw the look on Buffy's face.

Cordelia appeared behind him and noticed Buffy.

"Great," she moaned, taking a seat next to Willow. "Listen, I don't want to ruin this little gloomy attitude you've adopted for yourself as of late, but I for one came here to have fun, not sulk."

"Cordy."

"No, she's right," Buffy agreed. "I'm tired of sulking too. From now on its 'fun' Buffy, not 'gloomy, broody, depressed' Buffy."

"Well, before you change into the 'fun' Buffy mode can I ask a quick question?" Xander inquired.

"Sure, just as long as it doesn't have to do with the baby, Spike, or Angel's friend."

Xander laughed nervously. "Um....well, it actually has to do with all three of those."

"Oh brother," Cordelia groaned, rolling her eyes.

"Go ahead, Xander."

"I was just curious if you told Spike what Ramone said yesterday?"

"We were just talking about that," Willow spoke up. "I was just saying how hard it must be for Angel that Spike was chosen instead of him."

"I wonder why?" Cordelia mumbled.

"What?"

"Obviously there's more to this whole thing then what that friend of Angels told us."

"Wow, honey, your brain does work after school hours." Xander quipped dryly.

"Shut up, Xander."

"No, Cordy's right. It does seem strange that the Powers would pick two people who hate each other so much to produce a child together," Willow stated.

"I'm surprised Spike's still here," Xander said. "Being the evil undead that he is I was sure he would hightail it out of here once he found out he knocked up the Slayer."

"Xander," Willow chastised.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like...."

"That's okay. I know what you meant."

Silence fell over the group. Each of them wondering what to talk about that didn't revolve around Buffy's current situation.

Xander was about to break the unbearable silence until he caught sight of someone.

"Speak of the devil....literally."

All three girls turned their gaze in the direction Xander's was focused.

"What's he doing here?" Xander asked, his eye following Spike as he moved across the
floor. "Shouldn't he be hiding, making himself scarce?"

"I think I have an idea what he's doing here," Buffy muttered, sliding out of her high seat. "I'll be right back."

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Spike knew who was behind him before she even spoke.

"Come to find another girl to take to bed?"

Slowly Spike turned to face Buffy, who was waiting with her arms crossed.

"Well, if it isn't the Ice Princess," he sneered, letting his gaze roam down her body before looking her in the eyes. "Finally come out of your castle I see."

"So, which one do you have your eyes on?" she asked, ignoring his remark. She surveyed the area around them. "How about that one over there. She looks like the type to spread 'em. No questions asked."

Spike didn't bother turning in the direction she was looking. Instead, he moved closer until his face was beside hers and whispered, "Why are you so bothered that I was with someone else?"

Buffy jerked her head away. "What bothers me is how sick I feel knowing what I let you do to me."

Spike smirked. "As I recall you begged me for it."

Buffy cringed at his words. He was right. At much as it pained her to admit it, there had been moments when she wanted it. God, how insane she had been.

"Not every time," she shot back, which Spike laughed at.

Spike peeled his eyes away from her and peered into the crowd of people.

"Why don't you go rejoin your mates," he suggested, gesturing with a nod of his head towards the area where they were sitting. "Don't feel like a lecture from you right now."

"I didn't come over here just for that."

"Oh?"

"I want you gone."

Spikes brows furrowed. He angled his body so he could hear better what she was about to say.

"Tonight is the last night you will be in my house. After that I only want to see or hear from you when it concerns the baby."

Spikes brows were now arched, amused by what she was telling him.

"You've ruined my life for the last time," she said , her mind racing with facts she wanted to throw in his face but didnt. Like how her life literally was hell since he came back. And, how sleeping with him was the icing on the cake for her to declare herself legally insane. "I need to get you as far away from me as possible so it won't happen again. It can't happen again."

"And, if it does?"

"It won't," she stated firmly.

"Plan to get your jollies somewhere else?"

"You're sick," she said in disgust. "Unlike you I don't need sex."

Spike advanced on her, forcing her against a nearby wall. "You may be able to go without it, but how long can you go without it from me?"

Buffy squirmed against the wall. She didn't like being this close to him, their bodies almost touching, it made things too tempting.

"Vain mu..."

Spike halted her sentence with his mouth covering hers. Buffy tried to pull away, but her head only bumped hard against the wall, keeping her mouth connected to his. She lifted her hands to his chest, hoping to push him away so she could remove herself from the trap he had her in, but they ended up clutching at his shirt, pulling him flush against her.

Spike trailed his hand up her side, resting it against the side of her breast. The palm of his hand slowly started to move over her breast, passing over the nipple and stopping on the other side until his whole hand covered the soft globe. He squeezed, hard.

Buffy broke the kiss and looked over to where she knew Willow and Xander were. She'd just realized they could probably see her and Spike. She tried hard to focus her eyes, but Spike's cool lips moving over her neck was a big distraction.

"Spike, stop."

"They can't see us," he spoke against her neck, the feel of his voice on her skin sending chills down her back. "Watching Red's guy....on stage."

Buffy let her gaze move to the stage. Sure enough, Oz and his band were just beginning their set. She briefly wondered how Spike knew what she was thinking, and how he knew that Oz was onstage, but once again, the feel of his mouth stopped her from caring.

"What were you saying about me at your house?" he asked, lifting his head up to look at her.

Buffy shook her head. "I don't remember."

"Good," he said, pulling away from her. "Because I'm already gone."

"What?" she asked, still in a daze from their short kiss.

"I already left your house. Found a crypt to my liking and moved in there."

It was then that Buffy realized why he had kissed her like that. It was all a test. A test to see if everything she had said really held true. And, she had failed miserably.

"Pig."

"A pig you can't seem to resist," he taunted.

"Spike!"

Buffy heard someone call his name, but didn't take her eyes off him. Spike heard it as well, but he too remained staring at her. It wasn't until a girl flung herself at him that they both snapped out of their glares.

Buffy watched, sickened by the sight in front of her. The girl wrapping her arms around Spike, draping her body all over him. What a ho-biscuit.

"I have been looking all over for you," the girl told him, not noticing that his eyes were focused behind her. "I went to the bathroom and when I came out you were gone. Where did you go?"

Spike rolled his eyes discreetly. "Ran into someone I knew."

The girl turned to see who he had been talking to.

Buffy froze when she saw the girl's face and recognized who she was.

"Buffy?" the girl said, recognition dawning on her face as well. "Buffy Summers?"

Buffy stared at the girl for what seemed like an eternity before her voice appeared.

"V....Vanessa?"

TBC..............................

"If nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies. "
--Unknown

Chapter 25: "Heartbeat"

Disclaimer: See first chapter.

Rating: R

Thank you Sarah(vampgrl) for your insightful beta'ing!!!!

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"What are you...?" Buffy stumbled over her words.

Vanessa's mouth hung open in shock, while her eyes nearly bulged out of her head. She stretched her arms out and pulled Buffy into a tight embrace.

Buffy's arms stayed glued to her sides. She glanced at Spike over Vanessa's shoulder, her mind full of questions. Why was Spike with Vanessa? How did they know each other?

Vanessa broke the hug and stepped back. "I can’t believe it's you. I never thought we'd see each other again."

"I’m just as shocked as you are." Buffy joked weakly. "What are you doing in Sunnydale?"

"Hiding from my brother," she answered, her voice laced with hatred. "You remember Johnny, right?"

Buffy blushed. Of course she remembered her long ago best friend's brother. The very same brother she had the biggest crush on growing up.

"Yes, I do."

"I just had to get away from him. He's on some sort of power trip now." Vanessa explained.

She was so busy babbling on and on that she didn’t notice the looks Spike and Buffy were exchanging.

It finally dawned on Buffy who Vanessa was in relation to Spike. This was the very girl whom he got caught with, resulting in his needing to lay low. Vanessa was the girl who was supposed to marry, but didn’t because Spike ruined her. So, that meant that Johnny was the vampire brother and also the very vamp Spike was on the run from.

Buffy scoffed quietly. She so wished she could kill Spike right now, not just for him being who he was, but now because of his own stupidity.

"I remembered meeting Spike through Johnny and decided to look him up. And now, here I am." Vanessa finished, drawing both the Slayer and Vampire's attention back to her.

Vanessa glanced between the two enemies. "Do you two know each other?"

"We're acquaintances," Spike responded first. "Very close acquaintances."

"Actually, "Buffy rebutted. "Spike and I are working on a class project together. So, that’s all we are.....classmates, that’s all."

Buffy felt like crawling into a hole after the last word passed over her lips. She could almost hear Spike grinning, that smug look spreading across his face. What the hell had she been thinking? Classmates? Class project?

"I thought Spike was a vampire," Vanessa stated, saying it almost like it was common knowledge that vampires roamed the earth.

"How can he be a student at your school? Daytime and everything."

"You’re right, I don’t know what I was thinking. Spike's an annoying pain in my ass, so I guess I just got him and the whole class project thing mixed up, cause you know I hate them both."

Buffy sent an icy glare in Spike's direction, to which he returned one of his own.

Spike ground his teeth together. "As much as I would love to stay around and continue to listen to the Queen Bitch insult me, I have other more interesting things I could be doing."

"There’s no love lost between you two," Vanessa commented. "Is it just me or did the temperature in this place fall a couple hundred degrees?"

"Fine go! See if I care," Buffy yelled, forgetting that a very confused Vanessa was still there. "Just…..just stay away from me."

"I plan to."

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

Buffy grunted loudly before stalking away.

Spike growled low at her retreating form before he himself left.

Vanessa stood alone, bewildered by what had just taken place before her."What the hell was that about?"

"Hey Buffy what happened?" Xander asked when he saw her coming towards the table.

Buffy reached the table and jerked her coat from the back of her chair.

"I don’t know why I haven’t killed him yet," she mumbled to herself, thrusting one arm into the coat. "Uses my body for his little playground then makes a fool of me in front of my friend."

Willow and Xander exchanged questioning glances. Both wondered what their friend was talking about.

"Um, Buffy."

Buffy struggled with the other sleeve, pulling and tugging at the coat, and failing miserably in her attempt. She felt tears start to well up in her eyes. Giving up on the coat she buried her face in her hands.

"Why is this happening to me?"All her friends heard her muffled cry from behind her hands. "Why do I feel this way? Why is he getting to me like this?"

Willow finally stood. She hated seeing her best friend in so much distress and not knowing what the cause of it was.

"Buffy its okay," Willow soothed, reaching out and placing her arms around Buffy.

Buffy jerked violently and Willow stumbled back a little. She stared at Willow with huge eyes. Her gaze shifted to Xander then Cordelia and Oz. She had forgotten they were still there at the Bronze. Her eyes grew wider when she remembered what she had been saying. How much did they hear?

"Buffy, are you okay?" Willow spoke softly, cautiously. "Do you want us to take you home?"

"What?" Buffy shook her head. "No, I’m fine. You guys stay here and have your fun. I’m going to patrol then head home."

"Are you sure?" Xander asked, not convinced she was all right.

Buffy nodded her head while finally managing to get her other arm into her coat. She continued to nod her head slowly as she turned and disappeared.

"Something is wrong," Xander said. "And, I’m thinking it has to do with a certain peroxide vampire."

"Gosh, how depressing was that," Cordelia snorted. "I wonder if she’s going to go all suicidal."

"She’s not going to go suicidal."

"I hope not. Because that is not something I want connected with my reputation. Having a friend who committed suicide," she paused, considering what she had said. "Technically she’s not my friend. I just hang out with her because I’m dating you," she reasoned and pointed to Xander. "So, if she does end up killing herself we are so breaking up. It is so much worse…."

"Cordy!"

"What?"

"Ill talk to her tomorrow. Right now I don’t think us being there will do any good."Xander nodded his head in agreement.

"Right. Tomorrow we’ll get some answers."

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Spike had wanted to kill something, needed to kill something. He could feel the darkness in him fading away quicker than it had consumed him when he was turned. All because the slayer had entered his unlife. Ever since he had gotten a taste of her he could feel himself slipping, growing soft. But, he’d be damned if he let it continue. That’s where he had gone after leaving the Bronze, to walk the streets, looking for a victim. Any victim. One to bring him back where he belonged.

He didn’t find one though. Now he was walking back to his crypt, pissed that he'd failed. That was until he heard something. A sniffle.

"Perfect," he purred, a smirk sliding across his face. Maybe he would find that weak victim after all.

He used his vampire hearing to sense exactly where his prey was. He pinpointed a direction and started slinking quietly through grave markers and headstones.

"Oh, its you," he groaned, agitated when he saw who it was.

Buffy spun around quickly, settling her body into attack mode. She saw Spike emerge from behind a nearby tree. "What do you want?" she asked, wiping away the evidence of her tears.

"Are you crying?" Spike asked, squinting his eyes at her as he moved closer.

"No."

"Yes you are."

"No, I am not," she defended. "Some dust from a vamp got in my eyes."

Spike sucked in his cheeks. He wondered if he should let this slide or continue to push on. He decided on the former.

"Right then, goodnight."

He was turned away and half gone, but stopped when he heard Buffy ask a sudden, unexpected question.

"Why her?"

Spike peered back at her over his shoulder.

Spike casually walked over to a headstone and braced his lower body against it. He stuck his hand into his front pants pocket to retrieve a cigarette and frowned when he found nothing. He started to pat his body all over, searching all of his pockets for the pack. He smiled when he finally felt them in his front shirt pocket. He plucked one out and popped it between his lips.

"You want to know what really happened with her brother?" he asked while he lit the fag dangling loosely from his mouth.

Buffy didn’t answer him. She just crossed her arms in front of her and waited.

"Right…." he drawled, blowing out a puff of smoke. "’Ere’s the whole story, the true story. After leaving Sunnyhell last year, after you sent Peaches to ‘ell, I went to South America with Dru. Things were wonderful, couldn’t have been better, that is until she realized what I had done and how I had formed an alliance with you. Things turned ugly after that. She refused to let me touch her, hold her, be with her. All because I had betrayed ‘her daddy’. She loathed me. A hundred years I spent with her, loving her and worshiping the very ground she walked on. But, did that mean anything to her? No. Said she didn’t trust me, that I wasn’t ‘er Spike anymore. Said she…."

"Spike, I’m looking for a simple answer here. Not a history lesson."

Spike sneered at her. "Shut yer hole for a minute and maybe you’ll see that I have a point to all of this"

Buffy rolled her eyes, but nonetheless shut her mouth allowing him to continue.

"She said she could see Sunnydale all around me." he lied. Spike didn’t want Buffy to know what Dru had really said, about her being the thing Dru really saw floating around him. "I told her it was in the past, that we were finally rid of everything in Sunnydale and the Hellmouth. That wasn’t how she saw it though. Said I was holding on to something. And, that I tasted….." he had to shallow hard. The memory of what she had said making him feel sick and disgusted. "That I tasted like ashes."

"Still not seeing the point in you telling me this," Buffy complained haughtily.

"Bloody ‘ell, woman! Let me vent a little!" Spike yelled. "You want to hear what I have to say, then you’ll let me do it my way."

"Whatever."

"Dru left me. Hightailed it with some Chaos demon I had caught her with."

"Is that it? You wanted revenge on a Chaos demon so you slept with Vanessa who was supposed to marry one."

"Slayer," Spike hissed.

"Fine, go on."

"I stayed in Brazil for awhile, trying to decide how to win back my dark goddess. I realized there was nothing I could do. That was until I remembered someone telling me about love spells. Perform one on the person you desire and that person will be yours indefinitely. After realizing this I felt on top of the world again. My Dru was going to be mine again. That’s when I came to Sunnydale and the whole incident with you and the factory happened."

"Oh."

"But, I had another plan for getting Dru back," Spike flicked away the butt of his cigarette. He then pushed himself off the headstone and closed the distance between him and Buffy. " I heard about this demon who finds other demons for you."

"Like a demon detective?"

"No, luv. This demon finds other demons that one wants to kill or have a little fun with."

Buffy furrowed her brows in confusion. "Fun with?"

"Torture," he answered. "It’s kinda like the mafia, except of course it's for the demon community."

"Oh."

"He’s located in Nevada. So, I went to him and explained my situation. He said he would help, but of course there was a price. I agreed and that was that."

"And Vanessa figures into this where?"

"Haven’t you guessed yet, pet. Vanessa’s brother is the demon. He’s the vampire I made the deal with. He’s the head honcho, the big cheese, the crème de la crème."

"Okay, okay I get it. Johnny is the head of this so called demon mafia."

"Yeah. Anyway, Johnny offered me free lodging until he completed his investigation on Dru’s whereabouts and that’s how I encountered Vanessa. Johnny’s business is run out of a casino/hotel. Well, one night I was down on the main floor, having fun wasting some wealthy widow's money when Vanessa sashayed over to my table. I had a few drinks in me, cause you know Vegas " fun time, free drinks", so I put the moves on her. Of course at the time I didn’t know who she was or her relation to Johnny. Next thing I know I’m in her room and we’re going at it like wild dogs."

"Imagery, Spike. Imagery."

Spike laughed. "You wanted to know."

Spike started back to the headstone he had sat on earlier. He was about to continue with his tale when he heard a noise in the distance.

"Did you hear that?" he asked, squinting his eyes and glaring into the dark. He shifted his gaze left then right, hoping to hear the sound again.

"Spike, don’t try to avoid …."

"I'm serious," he snapped. "I heard something."

"I didn’t hear anything and I don’t hear anything now," Buffy told him. "It was probably a squirrel or something."

Spike hung his head and started to laugh. "Right, cause squirrels are a common occurrence around the Hellmouth, whereas vamps aren’t," He quipped, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Spike turned his head to look at her. He saw the annoyed look on her face and rolled his eyes. A strong need for another cigarette washed over him.

"After my little tryst with Vanessa things started to fall apart with Johnny. I tried to explain to him that I didn’t know it was his sister and that I had no idea she was engaged."

A fag was now nestled comfortably between Spike’s lips. He inhaled the nicotine, loving the calmness it seemed to settle over his body.

"Apparently Johnny isn’t an understanding type of guy. He called a stop to the work he was doing for me. To which I called him a Nancy boy fuckface wanker and left. Left his casino, left Las Vegas. Couple days later come to find out that Johnny still expected payment on services provided, i.e. the room and his sister. His sister being a service not included in the original package. I refused to pay the bloke and he sent some goons of his to emphasize that payment was expected or else. And, that is where this tale ends. You know the rest."

"That explains a lot," Buffy spoke softly after he was done. "Clarifies how pathetic you are, which I already knew. But, what it doesn’t explain is why you slept with her again. Why did you jump from my bed to hers?"

Spike cocked an eyebrow. "Are you jealous?"

"What?!"

Once again Spike closed the distance between them. "You sound a bit jealous to me, luv."

"I am not jealous," She disputed. "I only want to know why you fell back into bed with her after all that happened after the first time you did it."

"Are you sure? Not the littlest bit envious that the Big Bad decided to have fun with someone else."

"Jesus, Spike! I just want to know why her and not me!"

Spike smiled at her slip up. "So, you want to know why I went to her and didn’t stay in your bed?" he inquired, reaching out his hand to touch her.

Buffy shivered when his fingers connected with her lower arm. Her eyelids fluttered closed when he began to lightly run them up and down her skin.

Spike leaned in, pressing his mouth near the side of her face, close to her ear. "I’ll tell you, but only if you let me do it my way."

"Spike," Buffy whispered, breathless.

This time Spike was the one to shudder. He tilted his head at an angle so his nose was almost buried in the thick, golden locks of her hair. He inhaled her sweet aroma, the vanilla scent overtaking his senses, turning his thoughts into a jumbled mess.

"She doesn’t make me lose my mind from one single breath." Spike felt the hard lump forming in his throat and had to shallow hard just to get rid of it. "She doesn’t make me hard and soft from a single touch of her skin against mine."

Buffy moaned weakly as his hand left her arm and moved to wrap around her waist. ‘Get a grip Buffy.’ she told herself. ‘Don’t let him do this to you.'

Buffy pushed Spike away. Spike growled and snaked his arm around her waist again, jerking her back to him.

"Let me finish," he hissed between clenched teeth. He lowered his head until their foreheads touched. "My body doesn’t ache when I’m not touching her."

"Don’t do this Spike," Buffy pleaded softly, feeling his thumb brush the underside of her breast. "This shouldn’t be happening."

"It shouldn’t," Spike agreed. "But it is."

"Was she better then me?"

Spike separated their foreheads. He looked down at her lowered head, wondering where that question came from.

Finally it became apparent. "Angel."

Buffy choked back a sob. "Let go of me," she demanded, pulling her arms up in front of her to push him away again.Spike stilled her by gripping her wrists. He hauled her body up against his until her arms were crushed between their bodies.

"No." Was all he said before his mouth covered hers. He moved then until Buffy’s back encountered a nearby tree.

Buffy returned the kiss willingly. She put herself fully behind the kiss, giving as good as she got. Their tongues touched and teased, both battling for dominance. They both wanted to be the aggressor. Neither wanted to show the effect the other had from one single kiss. Spike’s grip loosened enough for Buffy to move her arms down the front of his body. She found and passed over the waistband of his pants. Her hand moved further down until it came into contact with the now prominent bulge between his legs. She situated her hand so her palm was pressed fully against the front and her fingers were angled down and under so she was cupping him. She started to move her hand up and down, stroking him with the back of her hand through the fabric of his pants. Spike pushed his erection further into her hand, creating that extra friction that he desired. Buffy broke the kiss and lolled her head to the side, smiling and biting her lower lip when she felt him start to pull up her skirt. She heard Spike grunt roughly and felt him start to move down her body.

Buffy’s head jerked upright when she became aware of the fact that Spike was no longer touching her. She blinked, clearing her mind of the pleasure induced fog before seeing him on the ground in front of her, clutching at his chest. Pain was etched all over his features. His once pale face seemed to be changing several different shades of red in less than a second.

"Spike what’s …."

Buffy never finished her sentence, because before she knew it she was sent flying to the ground from a forceful kick to her side.

Buffy snapped her head around to see who her attacker was. Two vamps stood near the tree she and Spike had been making out against, laughing at her.

"Will you look at that Tommy," one of the vamps jeered. "Slayer’s spreading her legs for another vampire besides Angelus."

Tommy waggled his eyebrows at Buffy suggestively. "You like your vamps hung Slayer? Cause I’ve been told I could make an elephant jealous," he said, grabbing a hold of his crotch and grinding his hips roughly.

Buffy collected herself and stood. She tugged down her skirt, pulling out a hidden stake in the process.

"Boys, boys, boys," she tsked, shaking her head. "You really don’t know how to impress a lady."

"Lady?" one scoffed. "More like slut."

The vamp that called her a slut looked over at Spike who was still rolling around on the ground holding his chest. "Looks to me like he wasn’t impressive. What happened? He couldn’t get it hard enough for you?"

"All right that’s it. You guys are starting to disgust me now," Buffy stated simply. "And frankly, my sex life …. none of your business."

Tommy was the first to lunge at her. He was knocked back by Buffy’s leg kicking him in the face. The other remained where he was, keeping his distance until Buffy was vulnerable enough for an attack.

Buffy saw Tommy rushing at her again from the corner of her eye. Without moving she swung the hand containing the stake up and around, accurately connecting it with Tommy’s heart just as he reached her. He exploded into dust.

"One less ego-maniac treading the earth," she mumbled before looking back over at Tommy’s friend.

"Tommy always was the impatient one."

Buffy smiled weakly at his remark. She glanced at the stake then back at him. "How should we do this? Do you want me to fight with you for awhile before I kill you, or should I just save you the energy and kill you without the fighting?"

"Confident in yourself aren’t you Slayer."

"Its part of my irresistible charm I guess."

The vamp curled his lip in a half smile then leapt at her. His body connected with Buffy’s mid section, his force causing Buffy to lose her balance and send them both tumbling to the ground. Buffy found herself pinned underneath his heavy weight, her stake missing, having flown out of her hand midway through their fall. She wrestled with him, using all her strength to get the upper hand and have him pinned beneath her. But, it was no use. He was brutally heavy and her efforts to get him off her were pointless.

Spike managed to lift his head enough to barely make out the sight of Buffy pinned under a very heavyset vampire. He had heard the vamps jiving back and forth with Buffy while trying to regain his footing. He was now on all fours, his hand still gripping his chest firmly. The pain flowing through his upper body had come on strong and unexpectedly. He didn’t know what was happening to him or why. All he knew was that his chest felt ready to explode

"Sure wish Tommy was here to see this," he said, grinning down at her. "His brother being the one to finally take the Slayer's life. God, he’d be so pissed right now."

"How long have you been a vampire?" Buffy asked still wiggling around underneath him, trying to get some part of her body free.

The vamp furrowed his brows. "Huh?"

"How long have you been a member of the undead?"

"Four years. Why?"

"Well, for such a long standing member you should know everything there is about a slayer," Buffy told him. "Like that she always carries more than one weapon."

Buffy watched as the vamp’s eyes once again filled with confusion then kneed him in the groin. The vamp’s face distorted in agony and he rolled off her. Buffy pulled another stake form under her clothing. She kicked the vamp in the side, sending him onto his back. She sailed the stake down towards his chest and into his heart.

"And that she’s resourceful," Buffy added right before he vanished into dust. Buffy stared at the dust floating through the air. She remained that way for some time until she heard Spike’s strangled cry behind her.

"Spike what’s wrong?" she asked running up to him and kneeling by his side. She reached out to touch him but he growled at her and bared his fangs, his eyes flashing a fiery yellow.

Buffy leaned over slightly to get a closer look at his front. She saw that Spike had torn open his shirt and that his chest was covered in fresh gashes directly over his dead heart.

"What did you do Spike?" she asked, once again attempting to touch him. This time he didn’t pull away or growl at her. Her hand touched his chest briefly before she yanked it away suddenly like he had shocked her. Buffy gawked at his chest. She held the hand that had touched him tightly against her.

"Your heart….. its beating."

TBC…………….

"The one thing we have learned from history is that we haven’t learned at all."

**Don’t hate me! Fell the love, let it wash over you! **

Chapter 27: "Disappear”

Rated: NC17

AN: Sorry for the wacky layout. I am using my family's PC and I dont have the things I usually use at my disposal. Also, this chapter wasn't beta'd for two reasons. First Sarah one of my beta's probably is off enjoying her holiday because she hasn't replied to my email yet. Secondly Chloe, my other beta, is really on vacation and didn't get this chapter (cause she's gone). But, being the impatient person that I am I wanted to get this out to everyone...also because you guys have waited long enough. So...here it is....spuffyness galore. And, please send a review....I haven't received one for this fic in so long Im starting to think I should give up all hope. :( Or maybe it's just starting to suck. *sniff* I hope not......

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Spike stared at her, letting his eyes travel from her mouth, down the smooth column of her throat and finally to the heaving chest just inches away from his crotch. He nearly groaned from the increasing tightness forming between his legs.

"Spike...?"

Buffy yelped when Spike yanked her toward him. Her startled cry swiftly changed to that
of a moan when his lips covered her own. She swung her arms around the back of his neck and tightened their hold. Her tongue crept out to touch his as the ferocity of the kiss increased. The moan still rolling around in her throat changed once again, this time to a satisfied sigh as one of his hands made its way under her shirt and closed around a firm breast.

Spike started to pull at her shirt with his free hand, pushing it up higher until more of her
warm skin was exposed for him to touch. He felt her tremble in his arms when his tongue darted out to touch hers. That was exactly the reaction he wanted from her because it helped fuel the fire that was currently residing inside himself and gave him the courage to do what he knew he had to do.

Buffy pulled away from him, breaking their kiss in the process, to help him disrobe her
shirt form her body. Immediately she went back to kissing him, ignoring the little
conscious in the back of her head reminding her that so many questions and uncertainties were still floating around in the air. All that she cared about was having Spike touch her again. This was wrong she knew it. But, there was a certain number of times she could tell herself that before finally she just didn't give a damn. And, apparently that number was met because right now she really did not give a damn.

"Turn around," Spike mumbled before settling his hands on Buffy's waist urging her to
twist around.

Buffy slowly spun around on her knees until her stomach came into contact with the edge of the coffee table and her back was facing Spike. She felt him push off the couch and settle himself behind her so his body was pressed firmly against her own. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt him start to pull up her skirt. Things were really starting to get out of control now. Finding some semblance of control within her Buffy managed to speak.

“Spike stop,” She heard herself moan all the while grinding back into Spike's hand, which was now running between her thighs.

Spike ignored her protest, which seemed to be becoming a habit to him lately, and
continued his exploration of her silky, smooth skin. He took the time to enjoy its texture, its feel, only because he knew this would be the last time he would ever touch it. Unless she did what he asked tonight, then there would be many more times. Lots of times for him to enjoy the splendor that was Buffy.

Spike trailed his hand over the expanse of her bottom, running his hands over the rosy
cheeks not covered by he thong she had on. His shaft throbbed angrily from the confines of his jeans, begging to be released and buried inside something warm. Spike held off though. He wanted to take his time. Needed to take his time in order to make Buffy weak enough so he could go through with his plan.

Buffy realized after two minutes of moaning and panting on her part that Spike was not
going to stop any time soon. A smile spread across her face because deep inside she was glad he wasn't. Ever since there last time together there had been this emptiness inside of her. This longing. The longing she felt wasn't for him but instead for what he had to offer. Something that she seemed to be crazing a lot of lately.

Spike had long stopped his assessment of her ass and was now running his hand up the small of her back and pushing her down towards the coffee table.

Buffy lowered her body just enough over the coffee table and stretched her arms out in
front of her to grip the edges.

Spike bunched her skirt up above her hips, giving him free access to her lower half. He
leisurely pulled her panties over her hips and down her thighs, leaving them pooled around her bent knees. Then he finally reached down to free his erection. His fingers tore at the bottom of his jeans and jerked down the zipper, allowing the swollen member to spring free.

Buffy bit into her lower lip when she felt Spike's shaft poke her from behind. Her grip on
the coffee table tightened as she waited for him to enter her. Instead of the soft cool feel
of his shaft she instead felt one cold, rough finger glide over her center lazily. She inhaled sharply when his finger flicked her clit and then quickly abandoned it to run along her folds. Buffy was growing increasingly frustrated with this tedious process. Usually their fucking was along the ‘wham bam’ line, but right now it seemed to be all about pleasure building up to release. She didn't want that. She wanted the release without all the petting he was currently doing. What he was doing right now only made it that much harder to face the fact that she was about to let Spike screw her yet again.

Spike continued to stroke her warmth with his hand, letting his finger slide in and out of
her every so often. With his other hand he reached around to her front to cup one free
breast in his palm. He tested its weight, squeezed it gently, and tweaked the nipple that
had formed into a bud from his prior ministrations. He heard mewling sounds being
emitted from Buffy and knew that she was close to being in the perfect state before he
would start driving into her. His demon was also pushing its way forth, begging to be able to fuck this tasty morsel. He could feel his demon responding to the position Buffy was currently in. The animalistic nature of her pose made it much more forceful in its fight to take control. Spike however held it off, knowing that if it came out to soon Buffy would push him away before he had a chance to complete what he intended to do.

Spike moved so his body leaned over Buffy’s. His chest pressed firmly against her back, his thighs closely touching hers until he was completely draped over her. The hand that had been fondling her was now holding his erection. He ran his hand over it, coating it with the juices left on his fingers from her quim. Then gingerly he situated it near her opening. But instead of thrusting forward and embedding himself like he knew his demon and Buffy wanted, he started to kiss his way up her back and over her shoulder until his face was near hers.

“I know you're wondering why I'm taking so long,” he whispered into her ear. “It's only
because I realize this will be the last time we do this. This is the last time we'll both be
able to touch each other without it meaning anything.”

Buffy stiffened at his words. “What?” She asked, turning her head slightly to look at him.

“Shh,” he told her, kissing her softly along the ear and then pushing inside of her.

Buffy curled her fingers around the wood edging of the table as Spike continually
pounded into her from behind. Why it still hurt every time he entered her she didn't know. But, for some reason she could already feel her walls throbbing from his intrusion.

Spike held himself over her with his left hand placed beside hers, holding onto the table.
His other hand was still holding her breast as a way to press her back into him while he
drove into her.

Buffy found herself matching Spike’s rhythm and thrusting back into him to send him
deeper and harder into her. She could hear grunting beside her and knew that it was Spike who had his head resting against her shoulder. She ground her teeth together and released her own little grunts when Spike started to hit that perfect spot that sent shivers all through her lower half. Her orgasm was fast approaching.

Spike found himself using all of his energy not on the Slayer, but on his demon. His demon was ready to come forth and was refusing to wait any longer. But, Spike knew it wasn't time yet. He had to wait until she was weak from her orgasm when he knew all rationale would leave her body. He fought hard to keep the demon in check, letting it know that it didn't have to wait much longer as he felt Buffy’s walls beginning to flutter around him.

“Ugh,” Buffy groaned as she thrust back harder into Spike. She was almost there. So
close. “Oh.....,” There. “....god, yes.”

“Yes....yes....yes,” she started to pant over and over as she came down from her first high.

Spike however held off his release and finally allowed his demon to take over.

Buffy felt Spike shift above her and his lips brush alongside her ear.

“You're mine.” He mumbled, nuzzling her ear with his nose. “Tell me you're mine.”

Spike remembered Drusilla saying Buffy was his, but he needed to hear her say it. His
demon wouldn't be satisfied until the claim Dru declared him to have over Buffy was done right.

Buffy blinked past the fog inhibiting her brain long enough to hear Spike’s demand. Her
mouth opened to say ‘no’, but no words came out. It was almost like her voice had
disappeared, because not only was she not able to speak, she was no longer moaning or groaning aloud.

Spike pulled himself and Buffy into a semi-upright position, their bodies still somewhat
bent over the table while his left hand still held him up. His thrusts into her became harder and faster. The hand that was still on her breast started to knead and squeeze the globe roughly.

Buffy barely managed to keep herself steady with the one hand gripping the table that held her up. Her other hand snaked up her body to cover the hand massaging her breast. She too started to play, loving the extra pressure her hand, along with Spike’s, placed on her sensitive breast. Her head rolled to the side and came to rest against Spike’s shoulder. A tiny gasp escaped her lips when she felt his cool lips running over her flushed skin. Spike was everywhere around her. He was inside her. Tasting her. Touching her. Her body started to give into the sensations again and she shook as her second orgasm started to build deep within her.

“You like that?” Spike asked, his eyes looking down at her chest to the tiny hand covering his. “No need to answer, pet. I can feel that you do.” He turned his head to regard her.

“Tell me you're mine,” he found himself demanding once again. He buried his nose in her hair, inhaling that sweet vanilla scent that was pure Buffy. “I know your body is mine. I can sense how you crave me even when I'm not around. You burn for me like I burn for
you, don't you?” His lips grazed along her jawbone, moving towards her mouth. “Just tell
me you're mine, Buffy. You know you want to.”

Buffy turned her head away form his, refusing to let his lips touch hers. Her eyes fluttered shut as her body shook violently. As the tremors subsided she went limp, falling forward onto the coffee table her arms no longer supporting her.

Spike allowed Buffy to slip out of his arms. His now free hands found purchase on her
hips and used them to force her roughly back to meet his powerful thrusts. His demon was not happy that she refused to acknowledge his hold over her. And the fury he was
unleashing now was in part form the demon's anger. His nails dug into her soft flesh,
ignoring the fact that he might be hurting her. His pelvis hit her with such force his body
vibrated every time it made contact with hers. With one final plunge his body jerked
forward to fall over hers and he roared his release, slamming his hands hard onto the
surface of the table.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Buffy awoke to find herself snug in her warm bed. Her body was still tingling from her
earlier bout with Spike and a smile creep over her features as the memories invaded her
mind. It had been wonderful, well at least until he demanded she announce she was his.
Why in the hell he thought she would was beyond her. Besides she didn't really care. All that mattered right now was sleep, a long peaceful sleep.

“Where is it?” A harsh voice growled from beside her.

Buffy opened her eyes and jerked her head to the side. Fear instantly poured into her veins when she saw Drusilla laying on the bed next to her.

“What are you doing here?” She asked secretly trying to reach over to her nightstand for a nice, long wooden stake. Her blood froze with panic when she realized her hands weren't moving. And, neither were her other limbs. She lifted her head, moving it form side to side and up and down only to find that nothing was binding her down. But, still she couldn't move.

“Bad girl, not play fair,” Dru spat, rolling off the bed. “ Doesn't play by the rules. Hiding
princess’s toys without her knowing.”

“This is a dream,” Buffy told herself. “This is all just one bad dream and any second I will wake up in my own room alone.”

Dru walked over to the foot of the bed. “Spike promised mummy her toy, but you took it
from him. Crept inside his head. Everything has gone blurry.”

Buffy stared up at the vampiress standing before her, all the while tugging her hands,
hoping maybe whatever was keeping her bound would break.

“Just tell me what you want Dru,” she spoke, catching the quick movement of Dru
walking over to the side of the bed. “Maybe then we can both find what you're looking for a lot faster.” Not the brightest of ideas, but maybe her luck was running high today and Spike's insane ex would fall for it.

Dru held her index finger up and ticked it back and forth. “Wicked slayer. The birdie tells me not to sing.”

Or maybe not.

Dru crawled up the bed to sit near Buffy’s abdomen. “Look deeper Miss Edith tells me.
Whisper in my ear she does. ‘Look towards the heavens,’ she says. But, sun's to bright
and hurts my eyes.”

Dru lifted one hand and placed it over Buffy’s stomach. With a quick swipe of her hand
the shirt covering Buffy flew up to bunch under her breast, revealing a firm midriff. Dru
then dangled her finger over the area in which Buffy’s belly button lay. Slowly she lowered it until the very tip rested almost within the hole.

“A baby cries in my head, but its not there. It hides where I can't see it.”

Buffy listened to Dru ramble on and on about a baby, all the while her eyes remained glued to the finger barely touching her stomach. She swallowed forcefully when the finger started to move upwards and her belly seemed to move with it. Her eyes grew wide as she saw what used to be her flat stomach become the size of a watermelon.

“Stop,” Buffy pleaded without knowing what was going to happen next, but fearing it just
the same.

“One little peek,” Dru said, placing the tip of her finger near the top of Buffy’s stomach.
Her long nail rooted itself under her skin then slowly started to slice through the bulging belly until it reached its underside near Buffy’s center.

Buffy opened her move to scream but no sound came out. It was then that she realized she wasn't even in pain at all. Her gaze drifted towards her middle, and where she thought there would be blood there was none. In fact her stomach wasn't even huge anymore, it had returned to its normal size. Relief flooded through her and she feel back onto her pillow, letting out a contented sigh. Her relief was short-lived when she heard Dru talking.

“No baby,” Dru whispered, her voice sounding childlike. “Doesn’t matter. In the end all
will be the way it was. In the end....”

~~~~~~~~~~

Buffy clutched the hospital gown tightly in her fist. Her legs hung over the side of the
hospital bed as she waited for Dr. Morris to arrive.

Ever since she had woken up from the horrible dream she knew something was wrong
with the baby. What exactly she didn’t know. All she knew was that Dru’s words had
chilled her to the bone. Of course she could easily write it off as having nothing to do with her, but when Dru had said the baby had disappeared she just knew it was directed to her in some way. The door clicking open brought Buffy out of her reverie as she saw Dr. Morris step into the room.

“Hello, Buffy.” The Doctor greeted, coming over to the bed. “What seems to be the
emergency?”

Buffy blushed with embarrassment over her panic during the phone call with one of Dr.
Morris’s nurses. She had probably scared the nurse to death with her screams of worry.

“I’m sorry I worried your staff like that,” Buffy apologized. “It’s just I woke up this
morning and I had this weird feeling that something was wrong. I didn’t know what to do
and you said I could call anytime I had a problem.”

Dr. Morris waved her hand dismissively. “It's perfectly all right that you called Buffy. You
know you’re body better then anyone else and if you feel that there is something wrong
then I have no problem fitting you in without an appointment.”

“Thank you.”

“Now, what seems to be the problem?”

Buffy dropped her eyes as she answered. “I don't know exactly.” She lifted her head
slowly before saying what she said next. “I was hoping you could do one of those things
where you look at the baby on screen and listen to its heart and stuff.”

“An ultrasound?”

“Yes.”

“Sure,” Dr. Morris said, giving Buffy a reassuring smile and rubbing her arm gently. “Let
me go get Patty and we'll get started.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Twenty minutes later Buffy found herself lying back on the bed with her gown pushed up
over her stomach and a blanket covering her from the hips down. A gooey, cold substance had been smeared onto her skin and now Dr. Morris was running a hand held contraption all over the region of her stomach, her eyes trained on the screen situated at an angle near the bed Buffy was lying on.

“Hmm.” Buffy heard Dr. Morris. mumble under her breath. Buffy glanced at the fuzzy
black and white screen then back at Dr. Morris

“What is it? Is something wrong?”

Dr. Morris ignored her and turned her attention to the nurse standing on the other side of
the bed.

“Will you hold this while I work on something?” She asked, indicating to the hand held
contraption.

The nurse took over the task of running the mini scanner over Buffy’s abdomen, while Dr. Morris went to work fidgeting with the ultra sound machine. Finally Dr. Morris turned to face the nurse and regarded her with a questioning look. The nurse in turn shook her head and shrugged her shoulders.

Buffy was beyond panic now. She was furious. Here she was wondering what was wrong with the baby and no one seemed to want to answer her questions.

“Please tell me what’s going on.”

Dr. Morris walked over to Buffy’s side, blocking Buffy’s view of the monitor.

“Buffy I don't know how to say this,” she began. “Maybe its the machine or maybe we
just aren't looking closely enough.”

“What is it?”

“Your baby isn't appearing on the screen and do you hear that?”

Buffy tuned her ears to the sounds of the room. All she heard was silence. “No.”

“During an ultra sound not only are we able to view the baby, but we are also able to
monitor its heartbeat. Right now there isn't one.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“Well, it appears that you aren't pregnant.”

TBC............

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