Future Childe
By Ariel Dawn

Summery: Spike, on a hiatus from Dru’s company meets a certain blond pre-slayer 15 year old and decides to keep her.

Aurthor's note: * denotes thoughts

Disclaimer: Joss said we could, right?

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Chapter one: Making up your mind.

Buffy looked behind her wearily. *Who knows who could be out here at this time of night?* Deep down she knew that she shouldn’t be out here, she should be tucked into bed like a good 15 year old, instead of outside at midnight to fulfill a dare, a stupid dangerous dare at that. God, her mother would kill her if she knew she had snuck out tonight.

Buffy briefly flashed back to her mission and how she had been forced into it. Mission Impossible, à la valley girl. Buffy and her 4 nearest and dearest friends had just finished watching Mission: Impossible and had decided that to prove they were indeed worthy to be Tom Cruise’s next movie love interest they would each complete a task (read dare) under cover of darkness to be proven the next day at school.

And this was why she now found herself in an alley at midnight, dressed as conservatively as possible (for a 15 year old who still wanted to impress the boys). By far she had gotten stuck with the worst task ever. To find a hooker and get from her the phone number of her pimp. Yes, entirely stupid, potentially very dangerous, but there was no way that Buffy was gonna back out of a dare.

Buffy turned down the next street, hoping to find some poor girl selling herself. If she didn’t find a hooker soon, she was going to give up and make up some random phone number to pass off the next day at school. Buffy couldn’t help but feel just a little bit scared being out here in the dark, with any number of weirdos and creepies out there waiting for someone like her to cross their path.

Lost in thought and trying to convince herself to give up now, Buffy did not see the bleach blond man stumble out of the alley, nor did she notice that she was walking right towards him. She did notice, however, when she collided with him.

“Oof!” she said as she fell to the ground.

“Bloody hell!” shouted the man in a sexy British accent, who to Buffy’s dismay had not fallen down.

“Watch where you are going!” shouted Buffy at him.

“Same to you, stupid bint!”

The man gave Buffy a once over as she picked herself up and brushed the dust from her mini skirt.

“My skirt is ruined! I’ll never get this out! This skirt is dry clean only, pal!” exclaimed Buffy putting her hands on her hips. “You could make with the sorries you know!”

“Make it a point to never apologise, pet.”

“I bet that makes you lots of friends.”

“I have friends enough. What’s a cute little thing like you doing out at this time of night?” he said seductively. “Shouldn’t you be tucked up safe in your little girly bed, where mummy and daddy can check up on you?”

“It’s none of your business why I’m out here.”

“Too right, don’t care either,” he said grufly then, changing his tone completely he added, “you aren’t turning tricks are you?”

“Huh?” Buffy was lost for a moment, then quickly recovered, “Ew! No, a very large, huge, world of no!”

“Did seem a bit young for that lot.” he said sincerly, digging through the pockets of his long black leather coat for something.

“I’m no kid you know.” Buffy carefully backed away from him. She didn’t know what he was looking for in his pockets but she didn’t have a good feeling about this guy at all.

“Never said that you were, just young is all.” He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a zippo lighter from the depths of his coat.

“Whatever, tonight’s a bust, I’m going home. Thanks for the stimulating conversation.” Buffy felt relieved as the mystery man pulled a smoke from it’s packet and raised the white stick of death to his mouth.

“No problem pet,” he said as he slinked off into the shadows.

Once he was confident he was out of her sight, he turned around to watch her walk off.

“Didn’t even try to bite her. Spike, old boy, you really are losing your edge,” he muttered to himself, lighting his fag.

True he had just, just eaten, but really was that an excuse? Since Dru had sent him on his way, it seemed that he wasn’t up for the casual biting anymore. Sure he liked his spots of violence, but draining someone just because (hunger aside) seemed a waste of time. But then it wasn’t like he did anything remotely interesting with his time anyway.

His thoughts turned back to the girl. She was beautiful really. He hadn’t even asked her name. There was something about her, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. She intrigued him. And that was saying something, for a man who had travelled the world and seen a lot during his century and a bit as a vampire.

*Oh well*. Spike put his puzzlement aside and thought about his next move. Bumping into the girl had thrown off his train of thought. He was alone, for the first time since he’d been turned, a master vampire without minions or mate, cut off from his sire by her choice.

When Dru had told him a year ago that they should find their own paths and expand their family, he had been devastated, and after some very heavy drinking the feeling had passed. They had spent over a hundred years together, nearly constantly. But given that amount of closeness, a little time apart wouldn’t make any difference in the end, would it?. Dru was his sire, nothing could come between them, except her sire, which given his grandsire’s current state of soul-having-ness, didn’t pose a problem. Still, Spike had left Prague, depressed with no idea where to go or what to do. He didn’t like to be alone. He had been with his vampiric family since he was turned. Yeah, they had tortured him and made him feel like he was a second class vamp, but family was family. He sought out his family, Dru’s sire, the one who had trained him, Angelus.

Angelus, he had found in New York, looking horrible and was very much still in possession of that nasty soul those gypsies had cursed him with. Spike had watched with disgust from the sidewalk when he had found his grandsire eating rats in an alley. He’d gotten the hell out of there ASAP.

Now he was looking for Darla, Angelus’ sire, whom he had found out was somewhere near LA. Even if Darla didn’t want him around at least it had given him something to do while he waited for Dru to call him back. After Darla he could seek out her sire, The Master of order Aurelius and see what he was up to.

All this thinking about sires and grandsires got him thinking that in his 116 years as a vampire, Spike had never made a childe himself. That seemed to be the reason why Dru had cut him free, so he would have time to continue the line of Aurelius.

The idea of making/taking a childe was an odd one for Spike. It had ramifications that he didn’t really want to think about. He loved Dru, he knew it, in his mind she was his mate (though he was absolutely certain that it was entirely one sided), all childer needed their Sire’s attention and Spike didn’t like to think that anything could take his attention away from Dru. He also knew that he’d take a female childe (if ever the thought occurred to him), Dru would be jealous and probably stake her on sight, or so he thought.

Suddenly his imagination drifted back to the girl. Whatever she was in this life, he could take her as his childe, he was certain of it, if only she were a couple of years older. He was never one to have a thing for children and however much she looked the woman she still had some growing up to do. Damned if he was going to condemn her to an eternity as a little girl. She was beautiful and she had intrigued him from the start.

Spike started walking, following the girl’s scent. By the time he had gone four blocks he had almost decided that she should become his childe. She was fiery and hadn’t taken any crap from him, he liked that. He could mark her now and turn her when he wanted to. No vampire would dare touch his property, after all he was order of Aurelius, and his family was known for being vengeful and frankly, psychotic.

As he neared sight of her again he noticed that he wasn’t the only one stalking her.

“Fledglings,” he hissed.

The two fledgling vampires jumped out at the girl. She screamed and tried to back away.

“Whoa, what the hell is up with your faces?” she yelled, backing into the wall of the alley.

“That’s hardly your concern little girl,” said one, dressed as an Backstreet Boy wannabe.

“Stay way from me,” she shouted as they circled her.

Spike chose this moment to step in.

“Now what do we have here?” he taunted.

“Hey man, get your own, this one’s ours,” said the second fledgling, wearing the brightest green jacket he had ever seen, and that was saying something, he‘d unlived through some really bad fashion trends.

“Now, now, I hardly think that is the way you should speak to your betters - BOY!” said Spike in his best Master Vampire tone.

The two fledglings pounced on him, who deftly batted them away; they were not childer, they were no match for him.

“Who the hell are you man?” asked Backstreet.

“Spike,” he said walking towards the downed fledgling. “Now who do you work for?” he asked.

“You, Master Spike,” said the now minion.

“Are you crazy? We aren’t working for him!” shouted the second fledgling .

“He’s a master you moron! and he’s Aurelius!”

Spike rolled his eyes, obviously these fledges didn’t have a master already, or else you would think they would have some sort of loyalty. Spike’s attention drifted back to the girl, who had apparently long since fainted. He turned back to his new minions, who had now bared their necks to him. Wasting no time he took the blood they offered to dominate them then stooped to pick up the girl.

“Any fledglings you make are mine,” he barked, then gave them directions to the warehouse he was staying in and told them to be back at dawn, then he stalked off carrying the girl.

He had converted one of the back offices in the warehouse into his bedroom, complete with queen size bed and large screen TV. It was a nice set up, even though he hadn’t known how long he was going to be in LA, he, like the rest of his family enjoyed the creature comforts.

He laid the girl down on the bed only to notice that she had a large bump in her head. Guess she didn’t faint after all, he noted. He brushed her hair back from her neck and lowered his head, placing a few light kisses on her soft skin before sinking his fangs in. He pulled the blood three times before releasing his hold and licking the wound clean.

“You will be my childe,” he whispered, “and I will be your sire, teach you the ways of our line and add glory to the name Aurelius.”

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Buffy woke up with a terrible pounding head ache. She opened her eyes to find herself in a strange room, illuminated by a bunch of pillar candles. She surveyed the scene. She still had on all her clothes - good. She had a bump on her head - not good, and she seemed to have a cut or something on her neck - also not of the good.

The door of the room opened.

“You’re awake!” said the mysterious blond she had talked to the night before.

“Awake but confused. Where am I, who are you, what happened? Majorly wigging here.”

“My place, Spike, hit your head.”

“Huh?”

“The answers to your questions, you are at my place, in my bed in fact, I’m Spike, and you hit your head.”

“Oh. Spike? Is that your real name?”

“No, but that’s the only thing you get to call me”

“Do you have a last name?”

“Aurelius,” he supplied, “Spike Aurelius.” He offered her his hand to shake.

Buffy took his hand and shook lightly.

“Summers, Buffy”

“Buffy?” he laughed, “and you were making fun of my name?”

“So not going there buddy. Why did you bring me here?”

“Bump on your head, had to get out of the street, lots of nasties waiting for little girls like you to fall in their laps.”

“You saved me then?”

“I guess”

“Thanks,” she whispered, “What time is it?” she asked looking around for a clock.

“Quarter to six,”

“In the morning!!” Buffy panicked. “ I’ve got to get home. My parents are going to freak if I’m not in by bed at seven!”

Buffy moved off the bed and walked to the door.

“Thanks for everything last night. You are a nice guy, thought you were totally creepy at first, but you’re ok. See you around?”

“You can count on that Goldilocks”

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Spike didn’t see Buffy for a week. Luckily none of his new minions had seen her leave the building that morning. His plans were slowly taking shape. Dru was still in Prague, Angelus in New York and he had managed to find out that Darla was in a small town called Sunnydale about three hours from LA.

Before he left for Sunnydale, Spike needed to see Buffy again, to make sure she kept thinking about him. It also didn’t help that he had kept thinking about her, every bloody moment.

Unfortunately other than her name, Spike really didn’t know where to find his girl. So he used the only means he had at his disposal, even though he never liked using it.

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Spike was sitting at a Starbucks when she showed up beside him.

“Spike!” Buffy said happily, “Imagine meeting you here!”

“Hello Goldilocks, been a while.” he greeted, giving her a once over. She was still beautiful, wearing a white Cable knit sweater and a pair of grey slacks.

“I’ll say, are you waiting for someone?” she asked tentatively.

“Not anymore,” he smiled

Buffy liked that smile, like she was the only one privileged enough to see it.

“Great, let me get a drink and I’ll be right back.”

When Buffy returned with her moccacino she was in total flirt mode.

“So what have you been up to since last week?” Buffy asked. She didn’t know why she had changed her opinion of this man so suddenly. *He had been creepy guy in alley, now he was total hottie with whom you want to make smoochies with.*

“Tracking down family members.”

“Wow.” *Wow? how lame is that? Please let me not come off as some blonde bimbo type person*, she thought.

“My family is a little bit scattered, but I think I’ve got them all tracked down now.”

“Cool, who did you have problems finding?” asked Buffy twirling her hair around a finger.

“Darla, my, uh, great grand...mother.” *Not really a lie* he thought.

“Wow, and a little weird. Losing a little old lady like that. You would think her kids would keep better care of her.”

“She’s got a mind of her own that one,” said Spike taking a sip of his espresso, “ I’m off to see her tomorrow. She’s in Sunnydale.”

“Never heard of it.” Buffy took a sip of her drink and looked down shyly. Spike was sitting beside her at a bar seat, slightly pushed away from the table. Dressed in black, just like he had been that night, he was still completely drool worthy. Buffy’s eyes drifted to the floor, sneaking a glance at his crotch.

“Doesn’t surprise me Goldilocks, small town three hours from here.”

“I’ve never been out of LA, born and raised here,” said Buffy, quickly looking back up into his bluer than blue eyes. “You know I really thought I’d never see you again. Glad I had a sudden urge for coffee,” she smiled.

“Me too Pet.” He smiled back. *It’s worth using poncy thrall if I get to see you again.*

“So are you going to stay in Sunnydale long?”

“Don’t know. Depends if Darla wants me to stick around or not, and when Dru calls for me.”

“Dru?”

“Drusilla, my uh, mother.”

“Oh!” Buffy breathed a sigh of relief, “weird, my mom would never let me call her just Joyce. So do you have a girl friend?” *Too obvious?*

“Fishing aren’t we...Well its a complicated question, Goldilocks. My girl and I, we’re on a break, but it’s been a year now...”

“Seems to me like a break up, no one should have to be strung along like that.”

“Yeah...What about you pet, any boys got your attention?”

“Just you,” she said as her cheeks turned bright red.

“Not put off that I’m way too old for you?”

“Why? How old are you?”

“Old”

“Well I’m fifteen, I’ll be sixteen soon well not soon, soon, but it‘s not too far away. But, I really don’t think why that should matter. In the 1800’s girls my age got married all the time. So what’s the problem? I’m not asking you to marry me,” Buffy babbled.

“And your parents wouldn’t have a problem with an old guy like me running around with their fifteen year old daughter?”

“They don’t have to know... we only just met, really. Just asking for a chance. I ... like you.”

“I like you too, Goldilocks,”

“Good, so will you go out with me when you get back from Sunnydale?”

“You can count on it pet,” he smiled.

Buffy was happy, very, very happy. None of her other friends where going out with college age guys. Plus Spike was hot, very yummy.

They talked for hours, about her family, school, what she liked to do for fun, cars, music and movies. She promised to even listen to some of the stuff he recommended her to listen to.

He hadn’t said what he did for a living but she though he must be loaded. They parted with a kiss, tongues included, cause Buffy had been fascinated by his tongue the whole time. Buffy left Spike, after giving him her phone number, sitting in the coffee place. He watched her walk out unable to tear his eyes away. Yes she was young, but he was still fascinated by her, open minded and free of a lot of the materialistic crap that he found out about most of his victims.

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The reunion with Darla had been a trip. The Master was stuck in a hole in the ground and was waiting for some alignment of the stars or what ever to be released. Utter foolishness, but Darla was determined to get her sire out of the ground. Sunnydale was fun. A town the seemed to be built for demons. Might be a good place to settle down in for a while, once Dru and him were back together of course. Easy pickings for when he would train Buffy.

Spike had been in Sunnydale three weeks when he felt her call. Dru was calling him back to her side. It was an odd sensation, but one he had gotten used to in all this years by Dru’s side. She needed him, and he couldn’t refuse her.

He knew he had to see Buffy first before he left. He had no idea how long he would be before her could return to LA.

He called from the road, to meet at their coffee shop. He had a coffin booked on the flight to New York, then and connecting flight to Prague, the next morning. Minions were good for something after all.

When Buffy walked into the Starbucks Spike gasped. His blond beautiful girl had gone punk, and god how it turned him on. That his valley girl would change so drastically for him (he assumed) was mind blowing.

“Spike! squealed Buffy as she launched herself into his arms.

“Hello Goldilocks.” he said with a leer and a smile.

“I missed you. How was your trip?”

“Enlightening.”

“That’s good. What do you think of my outfit?” she asked. “You wouldn’t have believed all the looks my friends were giving me when I bought this stuff. Like I had grown another head or something. What do you think?”

“Wouldn’t want to ruin your virgin ears pet.”

Buffy blushed, “ No seriously, tell me? Please?”

Spike leaned in to her ear “ You look amazing Goldilocks, you get me so hard, you are so beautiful, makes me think about all the naughty things I want to do to you.”

Buffy blushed an even darker shade of red.

“I do have some bad news pet.”

“Oh?”

“I have to go back to Prague.”

“Prague, as in Europe, Prague?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?” she sounded sad.

“Dru, called me, she needs me.”

“Oh,” said Buffy, “Will you be gone long?”

“Don’t know pet.”

“I don’t want you to go, you just got back!” she pouted, jutting that delicious lower lip of hers forward.

“I know, I’d stay if I could.”

“Still want you to stay with me.”

“I know pet.”

“Everyone leaves me...” she said starting to tear up. “First my Dad, now you.”

“Buffy, luv, I’m not leaving you, really, I will be back for you. I promise you.”

“Sure,” she didn’t believe him.

“It’s the truth, Goldilocks. I’ll miss you every second of everyday and I will come back.”

They drifted into discussion of her new musical appreciation, debating the merits of the Sex pistols vs the Clash. After about half an hour and two mochas later Buffy found herself with her hand on his knee.

“Can we go to your place?” she whispered.

“Sure pet.” he said taking her hand and leading her out o the coffee shop.

Buffy was scared. She knew that he had fallen in love with this man and this was only the third time she had actually seen him, but she couldn’t bear the idea that he was leaving, for Europe. Walking to his place, an old warehouse, Buffy resolved herself. *He wouldn’t leave her if she gave herself to him, right?.*

He lead her into his bedroom without a thought to the minions that loitered around. Safely ensconced, Spike stalked towards his bed and Buffy. Clearly she was nervous and scared. He could smell the fear dripping off of her.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to Buffy,” he said.

When she had asked to come here he had gotten hard instantly, but at the same time knew that she didn’t want him to go and was only doing this so he wouldn’t leave her.

He sat down beside her on the bed. “Pet, I know it’s rough, I’m going to leave anyway.”

“I know, I want to do this. I want you to come back to me.”

“You’ve got my promise Buffy. I will come back.”

“I am afraid that you’ll forget all about me.” she whimpered.

“Not gonna happen. You are in my blood, Goldilocks.”

Buffy smiled and looked directly at him.

“I want you in me,” she said.

Spike groaned and leaned in to her kissing her lips and down to her neck, and his bite mark, licking and nibbling the scar. She was his.

Buffy kissed back, her hands on his shoulders not moving anywhere.

Spike could feel her hesitate. He didn’t even have to ask if she was a virgin or not. Her virginity radiated off of her. Just another area that she needed training up in. And by god he was gonna make sure that she never forgot her first time.

Spike moved his hands under her shirt, caressing her skin, his feathered touches tickled in all the right ways. His lips pressed on her neck sensuously sucking the blood to the surface. Slowly he lifted her shirt only letting his lips pull away as he lifted the shirt over her head. Once again his lips attacked her lips, forcing his tongue into her pink mouth.

Spike let his hand drift back to her shoulders and down, catching the straps of her white lace bra down her shoulders. He kissed down her neck and chest while un fastening her bra from behind. She gasped as he pulled away to look at her. Buffy leaned in to kiss him.

“So bloody beautiful,” he said between kisses.

Spike let his hands linger on her pert breasts teasing her nipples until they were hard points. He gently laid her back onto the bed, running his hands over her skin and kissing down her chest covering her right breast then her left with passionate kisses.

“Spike,” she whimpered.

“Like that Goldilocks?” he asked seductively looking once more into her green eyes.

“Yes, more,” she moaned. “Too many clothes”

Spike backed off of her and pulled off his black tee and kicked off his shoes, then set about to divest Buffy of her shoes and stockings. He crawled up the length of her body pushing his hands up her skirt and pulling off her panties, white lace to match her bra. He started to kiss up her legs, letting his tongue glide up and up, ever so closer to her molten centre. He could feel her muscles fluttering, as he drew closer.

Buffy started to close her legs. *Is he really going to do what I think he’s going to do?* she asked herself. She had heard of it before, but honestly never expected that Spike of all people would want to do that first.

Spike pushed her thighs back granting him access only covered by her mini plaid skirt. He licked closer and closer until her felt her wetness on his cheek. Parting her toffee coloured curls he licked her back to front and few times before sucking on her clit hard.

Buffy moaned. “My god...Spike... yes, please, don’t stop, so good.”

Spike smiled at her reaction before pushing his tongue into her, thrusting several times, his nose brushing up against her clit, before sucking hard on her clit again.

Holding back her legs he could feel her muscles start to tense and with his tongue he felt her clench, she was close. Spike pulled away for a moment causing her to push her hips up against the empty air.

“Spike...please,” she whimpered.

“All in good time Goldilocks.”

He reached up and pulled her skirt off leaving her completely naked. He teased her clit while he looked her up and down.

“You were born to inspire poetry,” he breathed.

He crawled up the length of her body once again and pressed his denim encased erection into her curls.

“Sure about this pet?”

“Yes, god yes. I want to be yours Spike, make me yours.”

He popped the button of his pants and slid the zipper down and threw his pants aside. Buffy’s eyes went wide as she took in the scene. He didn’t wear underwear, and there he was in all his glory. Briefly Buffy considered how that was supposed to fit inside her.

Spike pressed the tip of his cock to her opening, hot and wet.

“Please Spike, I want you inside of me,” she begged.

Slowly he pushed inside of her only briefly stopped by her barrier. He thrust all the way in, causing a slight scream from the girl. He was so close to losing control that he started thinking his own mantra to calm himself. *Holy water, crosses, Angelus with a moustache, wooden stakes, demon goo, lots of wooden stakes.* Feeling himself calm down a bit, he started thrusting into her with a steady rhythm, each time angling for just that spot.

“So bloody tight...lush...fuck, could fuck you all night Buffy,” he said as he thrust .

Buffy on the other hand was beyond speaking. All she could do was moan and scream. It had taken a total of three thrusts to send her over the edge and now was so lost in the feeling of her that she was nearing her second orgasm of the night.

“Gonna fuck you all night Buffy, so bloody beautiful, tight, god, fuck, so fuckable.”

“Please, Spike...” she begged, “make me cum...need you, love you...yours...fuck me baby.”

Buffy screamed as she came again. Spike only had to thrust into her tight core twice more before roaring in climax.

Lying beside her, he nuzzled his mark, listening to her breathing.

“Wow,” she whispered, “a world of wow.”

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When Buffy woke up the next morning she found herself alone in Spike’s bed. She knew right away that he had left her. He had left her anyway. Just like he said he would. Her eyes started to well up realizing that she would probably not see him for a long time. But he promised he’d come back, a little voice in her head said persistently.

She reached for her clothes to find a note on top of her skirt.

Goldilocks,

I regret that you had to wake up alone this morning. As you read this I’m probably in the air. I want you to know that last night was very special. I’ll not soon forget it and I hope you won’t either. I don’t know how long I’ll be away from you, but I will be back for you, that I promise. I liked it last night when you said you were mine, cause you are mine. You are my wet dream, my fantasy, you are the only girl alive that means anything to me. I will be back for you Buffy.

Wait for me,

Spike

PS Keep the outfit, I want to see you wear it the next time we see each other.

Buffy let the tears flow afresh.

 

Future Childe
by Ariel Dawn

Summery: Buffy’s having some problems since Spike left her.

Disclaimer: Joss said to write fan fic...so that’s what I’m doing.

Author‘s note: If you haven’t seen School Hard, you might be a little lost. Which begs the question...Why haven’t you seen School Hard? Quotes from the Episode School hard. Thanks to all my reviewers! *denotes thoughts*
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Chapter two : Pretending School’s Hard.

Her dad had dropped her off at her mom’s house with a huff, threatening that if she didn’t change her attitude soon she was going to have to forget about the birthday ice show this year.

She could understand where her dad was coming from, sorta. It wasn’t like her parents were really prepared to have their valley girl daughter start killing vampires and burning down school gyms, and listening to punk music. It was the last one that really got to them, after all, the other two, not so much with the acceptance, especially now that she was out of the institution. Boy was that a mistake. If she could give new slayers one piece of advice it would be not to tell the parentals. Parents never understood mystical destinies.

The quest now was to find a new school for her in LA. She had interviewed at a couple of private schools, even a private girls school with uniforms and kilts, but they wouldn’t take her. Buffy Summers was a pariah in the LA educational system.

Not that she minded. It was the fact that her dad seemed to be punishing her for something he didn’t understand and she couldn’t control that got to her. All of her friends had abandoned her. It was either the punkness or the fighting that turned them away. Even the Goth kids at Hemery had steered clear of her, probably because she had been the Fiesta Queen and a cheerleader.

Buffy collapsed on her bed and grabbed Mr Gordo for comfort. Her mom was even thinking about moving away from LA, just so that she could go to school. Not that Buffy had anything to stay in LA for...even her watcher was dead.

It was thinking about Merrick that finally got Buffy crying. With all the crap that had been going on in her life, loosing the one man that believed her and in her was the roughest part. She could only hope that if/when Spike came back for her, he would understand too. She would hate keeping things from him. She didn’t know how or why but she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Every day, it was ’would Spike like this?’ or ’I wonder what Spike’s doing now?’ It was crazy to think that this had all started just after Spike left for Prague. The usually Geography challenged blond had even looked up where Prague was on the map, just to be able to know how far away he was from her.

“Buffy! Phone!” her mom called from the living room.

Buffy rolled over and grabbed the portable phone that was sitting on her night stand. She sat up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her black eyeliner had smeared and her nose was red. Buffy hit the ‘talk’ button on the phone before realising the music she was playing was too loud to hear her caller.

Buffy turned down the music and tried again.

“Sorry about that,” she murmured into the phone.

“Discovered the beauty of Radiohead, did we Goldilocks?” came the sexy British voice from the other end.

“Spike!” she said happily. “Oh my god, it’s been forever!”

“I know pet, how’ve you been?”

“Missing you, being miserable.”

“I miss you too, Goldilocks. Keep thinking about that night we spent together.”

“Me too.”

“Been keeping busy though? Improving your musical tastes I see”

“Yeah, burnt down a school gym, got kicked out of school, thinking about getting my tongue pierced...”

“Goldilocks is a hell raiser then, I like that.”

“You won’t be back before the end of January will you?” Buffy started worrying one of her black painted nails

“Doesn’t look like it Goldilocks, why?”

Buffy shook her head. “Never mind, not important, you should stay there, your mom needs you.”

“Sometimes I think you need me more love,”

“No,” she sniffed, sitting straight and smearing her eyeliner more, “Family comes first, I understand that, just wish that...”

“What?”

“My Dad, says I need to change my attitude”

Spike laughed on the other end of the line, “I like your attitude Goldilocks”

She brightened at that.

“I haven’t asked you how you are over there, in Prague.”

“Just dandy, Dru’s got the whole group of us planning for a party...again.”

“Sounds fun.” she said sadly. “I miss you”

“I know luv,”

“Buffy! It’s late! Get off the phone and go to bed!” yelled her mom.

“Spike, I’ve got to go. Will you call back soon?”

“Sure pet,”

“Ok,” she sniffed, “Goodnight, and Spike?”

“Ya, pet?”

“I...I love you” she said quietly, squeezing her eyes shut.

“I wish I could kiss you love,”

“Buffy!” shouted her mother.

“K, I’ve got to go. Bye Spike”

“Goodnight, Goldilocks”

Buffy hung up the phone and started crying again.
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“And I don’t know what possessed you to start wearing what you’ve been wearing lately!” ranted her mother. “When we move to Sunnydale, I just hope that you can get your life back together the way it was before all the bad things started happening.”

Buffy didn’t want to move to Sunnydale, Spike didn’t know she would be in Sunnydale.

“Why can’t everything be like it was before this mess started?”

*Cause I’m the slayer mom, a slayer who doesn’t have a watcher, but still a slayer,* she thought.

“Can you try Buffy? Please? For my sake?”

Buffy nodded her head. Once she moved to Sunnydale, Spike wouldn’t know where she was. She could leave the Slayer behind her, and move on. Buffy looked down at her Ramones vintage Tee and the cargo pants which she was wearing, and all the chains that were hanging from them. She wouldn’t throw them away. But maybe pretending wasn’t a bad thing after all.
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French sucked, it was official. *Hate French!* Buffy whined to herself while Willow was trying to help her. Any help she could offer was useless. Buffy was convinced she’d have to repeat French. Buffy took a look around the Bronze. Nope no vampires. All was well with the world. Well not really but Buffy could pretend. She was good at pretending that everything was ok. She was good at being a Vampire Slayer. Just like she had been good at being, well, Cordelia, at Hemery, before the slaying, before Spike. Buffy inwardly sighed as she looked at the foreign language in front of her. Obviously French was like Calculus, a skill she did not need, French was what Giles was for. *Wonder if Spike knows French.*

Buffy tried to focus on what Willow was saying. Nope useless. *I wonder if Angel is going to show?* She asked herself, *traitorous brain!* Angel was nice, tall dark and handsome, broody, true, and in so many ways not her ideal man, being a vampire and all. Even after all this time she still loved Spike. Angel was just here, Spike was god knows where. He had phoned a couple of times when she had still lived in LA but he didn’t know that she had moved to Sunnydale. She had even thought about looking up his great grandmother to see if she could get a message to him, but there had been no Darla Aurelius in the phone book.

Willow snapped her out of her reverie making her say some stuff in French.

“La vache... doit me... touche... de la... jeudi,” said Buffy hesitantly looking at Willow. “Was it wrong? Should I use the plural?”

“No. But you said, 'The cow should touch me from Thursday.'“ said her friend.

“Maybe that's what I was feeling.”

“And you said it wrong.”

“Oh, je stink.” *Yep the French suckage was official. *

“You're just not focused. It's Angel missage.” offered Willow.

*Yeah right,* thought Buffy. It was a problem. She couldn’t get into Angel as much as she wanted to. There was something fundamentally off putting about him. She had felt the attraction sure, but after that, the kissing, the screaming, it was all so...so...what’s the word...not Spike, not easy. And she’d tried, really! The trying, it could be categorized as fun, but too much effort. Spike had been so easy to fall in love with. Love at first, well not first sight, maybe second sight.

“Well, he didn't say for sure. It was a 'maybe see ya there' kinda deal.” supplied Buffy.

She had never told Willow about Spike. It wasn’t like she didn’t feel that Willow wouldn’t understand, but even she had trouble understanding why after over a year she was still waiting for the much older than her, hottie with the British accent whom she barely knew, to come back to her. And as much as she had pretended, since she arrived in Sunnydale, it was hard not to revert back into what she had been, especially after Giles so rudely dropped that book on vampires at her, her first day of school. So now, a little over a half a year later, she was secretly wishing that Spike would show up, that Punk would be in, and that she wouldn’t have to pretend all the leather was for slaying.

Her mind had hopelessly drifted from the dreaded French. Luckily, Buffy was saved by the wonderfulness that was Xander and his suggestion to dance instead of studying. *Dancing was so much better than French.*
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Spike entered the Bronze on the hunt for the Slayer. He’d been given a bad description; blonde, yay high, not much to go on really. He was told that she was here at this place tonight though. Minions were handy when you didn’t want to run all over town. Anything was better than staying in the factory with the Annoying One. Even Dru was getting on his nerves lately. Ever since he had returned to her, their relationship had changed. She had started talking about taking another Childe herself, but was waiting for the stars to let her know when was the best time. Or some such rot.

He stalked the dance floor looking for the girl who would be his third slayer. Mid prowl he stopped. *No, it couldn’t be,* he thought as he gazed on the dancing form of his little Goldilocks moving to the beat with a boy and a red head girl.

He had lost track of Buffy more than six months ago. He had phoned her house in LA to find that the number had been disconnected. At the time all sorts of nasty scenarios drifted through his mind, fearing the worst. And now here she was, on the Hellmouth. Still beautiful, but now had a confidence about her that intrigued him more. He had made the right decision to let her grow up after all. He was almost giddy with happiness. Almost, but definitely not, the Big Bad was not giddy.

Dancing not too far away from Buffy was another blond girl, that Spike assumed was the Slayer. She had to be. He was getting all sorts of vibes from that general direction. Walking a little closer but keeping to the shadows he prepared his move. Getting to Buffy would be a piece of cake now that he knew where she was. She was his, his thrall over her would still work. Wouldn’t it? Just needed to get this slayer problem out of the way first.

Spike sauntered over the bar and to one of the Anointed one’s minions.

“Go get something to eat.” said the master vampire.

Spike walked back over to the dance floor keeping his back to Buffy.

“Where's the phone? I need to call the police. There's some big guy out there trying to bite somebody.” said Spike loudly enough for half the dance floor to hear him. He just hoped that Buffy didn’t think it was him immediately and start searching him out. He really didn’t need the added hassle of protecting her from minions and misguided slayers.

Without looking back at Buffy he strode out of the club and out to the back alley, keeping to the shadows, to watch the Slayer work. He was not prepared for what he saw.

The minion, incompetent git that he was, had a young woman at his mercy in the alley. Spike’s attention on the minion and his meal reminded him that he needed to pick up take out for Dru, poor thing hadn’t been eating properly. Just as the minion was going in for the bite a flash of blond hair pulled him back. Unprepared, the idiot hit the floor.

“Slayer!” said the minion as he got to his feet.

“Slayee!” responded the blonde.

In the shadows Spike let his jaw drop. His thinking about Dru and the take out had distracted him for the briefest of seconds, only to miss the arrival of the slayer. It was Buffy who was the slayer. His Buffy. He watched her fight, shocked. After a few moments Spike realised that he had rarely seen another being fight with such ingenuity and style. Maybe that Slayer in ‘77, or that Chinese Kung Fu master he had known (and eaten) at the turn of the century. Spike cringed as Buffy hit the garage style door high and hard, having been thrown by the Annoying One‘s minion. Buffy fell to the ground, but got up, recovering quickly. The minion swung at her again, but she ducked and he hit the metal door with his fist.

A different flash of movement caught Spike’s eye. The children she had been dancing with, the boy and the red head, rushed into the alley. Buffy blocked the vampire's punch and held on to his arm. She looked behind her at her friends.

“Get her out of here!” shouted Buffy, meaning the girl she had just saved.

Buffy turned her attention back to punching the vampire repeatedly in the face. The red head pulled the minions former meal away and out of danger.

“And a ... stake... would be...nice!” shouted Buffy to the rhythm of her punches.

The boy ran back into the club, leaving Buffy to deal with the minion herself. She was a good little fighter, noted Spike to himself, graceful, like a dancer. And her little friends knew she was the slayer. That was something new. No slayer he had ever met with had friends or family who knew, to his knowledge anyway. Buffy punched the vampire's face again and then took aim at his chest. The wily minion got loose from her and landed a punch in her face. Spike balled his fists as he saw her go down, lying stunned on the ground. The vampire loomed over her.

“I don't need to wait for St. Vigeous. You're mine.” crowed the minion.

Spike let a low growl out, and shifted into game face, realising for the first time that he could not smell his mark on her anymore. Something else must have gotten a piece of her while he had been gone. No mere minion would have ever said something like that if his mark was still fresh on her, especially a minion from his own order.

The minion bent down to finish the job, but was stopped by a foot to the face. He staggered backward as she got up on her feet.

“Spike! Gimme a hand!” shouted the minion.

*Bloody wanker!* cursed Spike, but it was too late. Buffy had looked in his direction. He could see the look of recognition in her face, but she was interrupted from any action by the boy’s return.

“Buffy!” the boy said as he threw her a stake.

“Willow! Xander, Get out of here!” shouted the slayer. Dutifully, her friends fled the scene.

In a simple beauty, Buffy caught the stake in mid air and plunged the shaft of wood into the chest of the stupid minion. The idea that this vamp had survived since the time of the crucifixion was a joke. As the minion fell to ash, Spike couldn’t help but clap. The fight had been beautiful. He shook off his game face, which he hadn’t realised had come up, and stepped out of the shadows.

“Nice work, Goldilocks.” said Spike casually.

“Oh my god! Spike?” Buffy looked like she had seen a ghost.

“I told you I would come back for you, pet. I always keep my promises.” Spike stepped carefully closer to her.

“I’m hallucinating.” she said as she shook her head to clear the images her eyes displayed.

“No, you’re not, Buffy.”

She was beautiful, she hadn’t changed much since he last saw her, but had acquired something that made him want her even more and oh how he wanted her. The tightness in his pants attested to that fact.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” she started to cry.

“Oh, luv, don’t cry. Can’t stand it when you cry,” he said approaching her, but careful to stay out of arms reach. If she was the slayer then there was no telling what she would do when she realised that he was a vampire. Which begged the question, why hadn’t she?

“Happy tears. I missed you so much.” she tried to smile.

“I missed you too.”

“How did you find me? I didn’t tell you I was moving the last time we talked on the phone.”

“Didn’t know you were here pet, glad you are though.” He stopped moving a couple of feet from her.

Buffy leaned in and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck, planting kisses all over his face. Buffy dropped her stake and found herself pressed up against the wall.

Once Buffy had dropped her stake, Spike let his emotions take over.

“Buffy, missed you so much, Goldilocks, thought I’d burst without you. Make you mine again.”

“Oh yes, Spike, please, been so long, need you.” she whimpered.

They manoeuvred themselves into the shadows and within seconds he had divested her of her pants and was poised at her glistening entrance.

“Spike... in me...now.“ she panted between kisses, sliding her hands up and down his leather coated arms.

The chit had gotten bossy since he last saw her.

Spike desperately wanted to bite her but he didn’t really want to expose himself so blatantly. He was shocked that she hadn’t said anything yet. Slayers were supposed to be able to tell a vampire from normal people. He kissed her neck desperately. He was proud of himself that he didn’t growl too loudly when his lips passed over where his mark had been, and now the mark of , he sniffed the mark... The Master... was clearly visible.

Spike slid in effortlessly into her, and she wrapped her legs around him, grinding her pelvis into his. He groaned at how tight she was, revelling in the fact that this was only her second time and that she was his. It didn’t take long before he was pounding her pussy with a ferocity of a man who hadn’t gotten any for a year and a half.

Buffy gasped at how rough he was pounding into her. A normal girl would have been crushed at his ferocity. Biting her lip, Buffy squeezed her internal muscles, causing Spike to groan. Being in an alley, Buffy fought hard not to vocalise her delight that Spike was fucking her. She found his mouth and thrust her tongue past his lips. He tasted like cigarettes and beer.

Buffy moaned as her lover thrust into her over and over.

“Missed you so much, Spike, never stop.”

“God, Goldilocks, so lush, so tight.”

Buffy screamed her pleasure as she came violently. She licked his neck seductively, and smiled when he roared his completion.
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They were sitting in Buffy’s living room an hour later, staring at each other, knowing a lot had to be said. Her mom was out of town on a buying trip, but would be home the next day. Parent teacher night was Thursday. St Vigeous was Saturday, and Spike, her Spike was a vampire. Guess the powers that be decided her life wasn’t complicated enough.

“Would you like something to drink? We’ve got water, ginger ale, milk, OJ and Dr Pepper.” *Blood?*

“I’m good pet”

“K”

They sat in silence for a few moments before Buffy just couldn’t take it any more. There was no way she was going to come up with a good way to start this conversation.

“Spike, love you, missed you, very much of the ecstatic that you’re here, but, and don’t take this the wrong way, how long have you been a vampire?”

Spike exhaled loudly. “Hundred and seventeen years.”

A look of total shock and betrayal passed over her face. “So you were vampy in LA...”

“Yep.” he admitted.

There was a long awkward pause as they both struggled to think of something to say.

“Do you love me?” she whispered.

“Yes, you will never know how bloody much.”

“Is that why you didn’t kill me? Cause you love me?”

“No.”

“Huh?” Buffy’s forehead crinkled in the cute way that it did when she was puzzled.

“I wanted you to grow up, before I turned you. Wanted to spend an eternity with you, Goldilocks.”

Spike got up and started pacing the room.

Buffy stopped breathing for a second or two. She should be shocked, she should be outraged, she should want to kill him, but she didn‘t. She just wanted to cry. *He‘s a vampire for god‘s sake!!!* “And now?”

“Well everything has changed. You’re the Slayer Buffy!”

“I’m the Slayer,” stated Buffy sadly. “You lied about everything else when we were in LA”

“No!” he stopped and turned to look at her, “Not true, never really told you a lie.”

“All that crap about finding your family, girl friend who’d broken your heart?”

“All true.”

“Spike...Aurelius. I should have put two and two together. Stupid Giles for pronouncing it different. Darla...she was your great grandsire, you were here for three weeks to see her.”

“I was”

“She’s dust.”

“I know, I felt it.”

“The Master too...I killed him.”

“That’s what Slayers do luv,”

“I know.”

There was a long pause again and Spike knelt down in front of her.

“The marks on my neck, from that night in the alley, that was you wasn’t it?” she asked, her hands feeling the marks that resided there now.

“Yes. Marked you as mine, no Vampire except an elder of my line could drink you.”

“The Master bit over your mark Spike.”

“I guess you are free then.” he said sadly with resignation.

He was angry, he was sad. The master had bitten over his marks, and she had killed him. The words dug deep into his mind. She wasn’t his anymore.

“I’ve never been free. I’m still the Slayer, I have an expiration date,” said Buffy sadly. “Ever since I read that note you left me, before I was told I was the slayer, I knew that I was yours.”

Buffy got up, pushed him to sit on the couch and sat on his lap, straddling him. No matter what she tried she couldn’t be angry with him. If anything she was angry at The Master for biting over his mark. Looking at his sad face she made a decision and took her fate into her own hands.

“How old were you going to let me get before you turned me Spike?”

“Don’t know, nineteen or twenty. Hadn‘t really given it much thought” *Might as well be honest here, she’s gonna stake you now you stupid git.*

“Got a few years to go then,” Buffy tilted her neck, “Make me yours again.” She looked into his eyes, begging him to do it.

He was overwhelmed by the sadness radiating off of her. For the unlife of him he couldn’t understand. Why would his radiant Goldilocks ask to be marked? He desperately wanted to know what was going on in her head.

“Buffy?” he asked carefully, eyeing her lovely neck.

“Please, do it, I don’t want to feel alone again. Don’t leave me again.”

Spike began kissing her neck before sinking his fangs into her ivory skin. He took three pulls of her blood and then licked the wound closed.

“You will be my childe,” he whispered, “and I will be your sire, teach you the ways of our line and add glory to the name Aurelius.”

Buffy leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. He was back. He made her whole and there was no way she was letting him go again.

“I missed you so much.”

“Missed you too Goldilocks. I think it’s time we do a little catching up. When did you get to be the Slayer?”

Buffy laughed “ Three days after you left.” Buffy sighed. “ I’m never letting you go.”

“Might have some problems with that luv, I’m supposed to kill you on Saturday.”

Buffy pulled back and gave him a look of disbelief.

“I won’t, but I agreed to this before I know you were the Slayer, Goldilocks.”

Buffy laughed. “Ironic isn’t it, that you would choose a Slayer for your childe, that I would be madly in love with a Master Vampire.”

“Bloody pathetic is what it is luv.”
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Later in the Library Giles was trying to impress upon her the dire circumstance of St. Vigeous, and frankly it was seriously boring.

“Giles! I’ve got the whole thing under control.”

“You aren’t taking this seriously, Buffy. Vampires under the command of the Anointed One are trying to kill you.”

“I know! I know! Parent teacher stuff first Giles! I can’t get kicked out of school.”

“If only we knew what the Anointed One was planning,” said Giles.

“There’s a new master vampire in town,” came Angel’s voice from the stacks.

“Can we get him a bell, please?” said Xander pointing at Angel.

“Name’s Spike, he’s working with the Anointed One. He’s dangerous, obsessive,” continued Angel.

“This Spike guys a bad news bear,” said Willow.

“Why would this Spike so eagerly ally himself with the Anointed One?” asked Giles.

Buffy yawned.

“He’s got a thing for family,” came Angel’s reply.

“The Anointed One is like his brother or something?“ asked Xander.

Buffy snorted.

“Buffy this information could very well save your life,” chastised Giles.

Buffy rolled her eyes. “I really don’t think Angel can tell me much that I don’t already know about Spike.”

“Whoa, harsh much Buff. I mean that’s Angel you are talking to.. wait, continue,” said Xander with a smile on his face.

“I know, I’m sorry Angel. It’s just that, I know that I’m not gonna die on Saturday,” said Buffy “Ever had a fifties song just pop into your head? My boyfriend’s back and you’re gonna be in trouble, hay la hay la, my boyfriend’s back...” sang Buffy.

Willow’s eyes got real big as the realization hit her.

“No way!” exclaimed the red head, “He’s...No!... Really?”

“Yes way.”

“God Buffy... Did you know? I mean, it was before.”

“Nope found out tonight. Didn’t change a thing, well except that I knew and well he knew. Talk about majorly wigged conversation though.”

“Hold on, just one minute,” exclaimed Giles, “Would either of you care to explain what just was discussed here?”

“Na, it’s too fun freakin’ everyone out,” giggled Buffy.

“It’s kinda important Buffy, Giles should know, he is your watcher,” said Willow.

“Oh ok,” Buffy sat down in her chair with a sigh, “Can I impress you all with my fabulous vampire knowledge though? The vampire in question, Spike, also known as William the Bloody, sired in 1880, by Drusilla childe of Angel here, who was sired by Darla, who was sired by The Master. So the Anointed One is actually Spike’s great, great uncle.”

“Spike is your Childer?” Giles asked Angel.

“Yes,” replied Angel, “Buffy how do you know all that?”

“Spike has never taken a childe, he feels very strongly about his family, except for some reason, he doesn’t like you very much Angel, probably has something to do with the soul. Spike has killed two slayers to date, one in 1900 in china and one in 1977 in New York.”

“She’s like a vampire encyclopaedia,” whispered Willow awed.

“In 1996 Spike was told by Drusilla that it was time for him to carry on the Aurelius family. During his journey he stopped in New York to see you Angel, then went LA trying to track down Darla. While in LA he chose the girl he would turn as his childe, but he wanted her to grow up. He marked her and told her he would come back for her. That girl has been in love with him ever since, although she didn’t know he was a vampire at the time. Well last night her came back to her.” Buffy looked at the clock. “Oh Crap, excuse me, must change.”

Buffy returned to the Library in under fifteen minutes, the look of puzzlement was still on the faces of the men in the room. Buffy really wondered exactly how dense Angel was. Buffy was now dressed in Clothes she had wanted to where in public for a long time; knee high doc martins, red and black plaid skirt, thigh high striped socks, tight black baby tee, layers of bracelets and a spiked dog collar around her neck.

“Holy dog collar, Batman,” exclaimed Xander, “ It’s Punk Princess Buffy.”

“Ok back to the Spike info. I realized that I had left a few things out. Spike is a dead ringer for Billy idol, he’s drop dead gorgeous, completely drool worthy.”

“You’ve met Spike?” asked Angel.

“Come on Peaches! can’t you smell it from here?” exclaimed Buffy. “That little story I told you? That was me!” Buffy pulled her hair back to expose her neck and Spike’s mark. “Spike won’t kill me until he wants me turned. I’m safe until I’m nineteen, no worries, only Dru and Angel can kill me and I figure Dru wants me turned and Angel is all soul having.”

“Good lord Buffy this is ridiculous!” shouted Giles.

“No Giles, it’s fabulous, I always new that I had an expiration date, now I know when it is and who will do it. It’s completely freeing.”

Just then the Library doors swung open and in walked Spike.

“Goldilocks?”

Buffy looked up to see that she was still sitting on Spike’s lap in her living room. She had fallen asleep.

“Shit!” she exclaimed. “I have to go, my friends, my watcher will be waiting for me.”

“No problem luv, have things to take care of. I know where you live now,” he smiled.

“Yes you do, just make sure you take that to your advantage...no eating my mother though!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it Goldilocks.”
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Buffy rushed to the Library to find her friends already there, Giles and Miss Calendar were looking through books.

“Buffster!” greeted Xander.

“We were just discussing night of St. Vigeous stuff,”said Willow, “Did you stake that Spike guy?”

“No, he got away,”

“Spike. That's what the other vampire called him? That's a little unorthodox, isn't it?” said Giles.

“I think it suits him, all dangerous and stuff.” said Buffy, a little too much like the love sick teen she was.

“Perhaps he went by another name in... times past.” offered Giles, as he eagerly flipped through some book, and completely ignoring Buffy‘s comment.

“Well, whoever he is, we'll need all the help we can get come this Saturday.” said Miss Calendar.

“So, this night of St. Vigeous deal. If they're gonna attack in force, aren't we thinkin' vacation?” said Xander.

“We can't run, that would be wrong. Could we hide? I mean, if that Spike guy is leading the attack,... yeeehehehe.” shuddered Willow.

“You saw him?” asked Buffy startled. She hadn’t thought that they had seen him. *Had they seen her have hot and sweaty alley sex with him? Ewww,* Buffy inwardly cringed, she didn’t want Xander anywhere near Spike and sex in her thoughts.

“Well, he can't be any worse than any other creature you've faced.” said Giles knowingly.

“He's worse.” said Angel’s voice. “Once he starts something he doesn't stop until everything in his path is dead.”

Angel had this annoying habit of appearing out of thin air.

“Hmm. So, he's thorough, goal-oriented.” joked Xander.

“We were at the Bronze before. Thought you said you might show.” said Buffy annoyed.

“You said you weren't sure if you were going.” replied Angel.

“I was being cool. C'mon, you've been dating for, what, like, two hundred years? You don't know what a girl means when she says maybe she'll show?” said Buffy. It was a good thing that the dating of Angel was over. She was so not interested now that Spike was back. Buffy tuned out the others for a second to bask in the glory that was Spike. *Oh god! I had sex with Spike! Angel will be able to smell it!* Buffy backed away from Angel slowly.

“Uh, we do have slightly more urgent matters to discuss.” said Giles trying to keep everyone on topic.

“Yeah, like keeping my mom away from Principal Snyder tomorrow night?” said Buffy.

“And not dying Saturday.” supplied Miss Calendar.

“Angel, do you know if this Spike fellow goes under any other name?” asked Giles.

They all looked to where Angel had been standing but he had disappeared. The library doors were swinging.

“Okay, that's it. I'm puttin' a collar with a little bell on that guy.” said Xander.

Buffy couldn’t help but laugh.
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By the time Spike got back to the factory, complete with take out for Dru, the chanting was in full swing. Oh how he hated the ritual. He entered the room he shared with Dru only to find her talking to her dolls again. He leaned up against the door frame.

“Miss Edith speaks out of turn. She's a bad example, and will have no cakes today. Shhhh.”

“Darling, are you going to eat something?” he asked, grabbing the take out into the room.

“I'm not hungry. I miss Prague.”

“You nearly died in Prague. Idiot mob. This is the place for us. The Hellmouth will restore you, put colour in your cheeks, metaphorically speaking, and in a few week's time...”

“The stars will align, and smile down on us.” Dru turned to look at him with a smile on her face.

“And then, God, this town will burn.”

Dru giggled at that “A pretty fire!” Dru sniffed the air. “You’ve been with her! Your Goldilocks.”

“She’s here Dru, and she’s the Slayer!”

“Covered in Sunshine you are!”

“She won’t be sunshine forever pet, just till she’s grown up a bit more. Until then, we’ve got the slayer on our side.”

“Spike... my Spike... take her now, happy families all in a row. Need Daddy too. Miss Grand mummy.”

“I know pet. You can blame soddin’ Angelus for that. But think, pet, how easy it will be for us if the slayer is alive and on our side? We could rule this town without a care in the world.”

“Can I meet her? Sunshine?”

“If you want to pet. You can’t eat her though, she’s mine.”

“Makes her mine too, Sweet William, another for Miss Edith to have tea and cakes with.”

“But she’ll be my childe, just like you wanted.”

“Yes, I’ll be grand mummy then. A happy family again. Then can we go to Canada? All the frozen people, too much sunshine here, nasty burning, no daisies here.” Dru walked over to the door of the room. “ They're preparing.”

“St. Vigeous is coming up. Should be a party.”

“You should go up with them and cleanse.”

“Dru...”

“The boy doesn't trust you. They follow him.” Dru turned around suddenly “I think sometimes that all my hair will fall out and I'll be bald.”

“Never happen. Alright. I'll go up and get chanty with the fellas, but you got to do me one favour....” Spike walked up to the take out that had been standing gagged all this time. “Eat something.”

With that Spike left the room. He took one look at the masses of minions that were chanting in the middle of the room. *Waste of bloody time* he thought.

When he had returned to Dru after LA, she had been delighted that he had chosen a childe, not thrilled that he hadn’t actually turned her, but it gave her something to dream about, to plan. They had never resumed their love affair. Dru had taken up with some demon, and Spike had found himself strangely faithful to Buffy. He hadn’t fallen in love with her until he had called her on the phone from Prague. She had been crying when he phoned, about something her prat of a father had done. She had done everything to make sure that he hadn’t felt bad for her about it. That she even cared about him when she was so distressed had turned his heart in an instant. Everything about her was luminous.

Spike marched out of the factory in search of Buffy.
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Buffy had just staked her fourth vampire of the night and Spike had had enough.

“You are bloody beautiful when you fight luv, won’t have to train you up on that at all,” he said sliding off the monument he had been sitting on while she fought.

“What will you have to train me on?” she said walking up to him, seductively.

“Oh there’s lots to learn, no worries though, after all, got eternity don’t we.”

“Unless another Slayer comes along.”

“Killed two of them already...got my third right here.” He pinched her ass. “And you are mine.”

“Yes I am yours Spike,” Buffy smiled for a bit before her smile turned into a frown. “Spike? What happens on Saturday?”

“Saturday?”

“St. Vigeous.”

“Oh right, well I’ve sorta told the anointed guy that I’ll kill you by St. Vigeous.”

“But you aren’t going to.”

“No, but I gotta make it look like it don’t I? Don‘t want the minions thinking I‘m weak.”

“Gonna fake my death?”

“No, gonna fake the attempt. Give you a right run for your money too I expect, you haven‘t had the pleasure of fighting me yet, love.”

“When?”

“It’s gotta be a surprise luv.”

Buffy pouted.

“Look at that lip,” he said moving in to kiss her.

“Mmm,” she moaned into his mouth. “Spike?”

“Yeah luv.”

“Don’t kill my friends please.”

“No, I’ll leave that up to you pet in a couple of years.”

“I won’t want to you know.”

“You say that now pet, but even I turned my mother.”

“You sired your mother!”

“Ya, wanted to make her like me, she was sick you see. So we could be together forever. Bloody stupid thing to do too.”

“What went wrong?”

“I was a fledgling, my first siring, she came back wrong, cruel, like Angelus, not like anyone’s mother. Mothers aren’t meant to be turned luv.”

“Check, no turning mom.”
 

Future Childe
by Ariel Dawn

Summery: Spike’s surprise and Buffy’s anger

Disclaimer: Joss has them all, they are slaves to his will, prisoners to his whims. Anyone wanna help me get them out?

Author’s note: Beware the smut! *grins* Thanks again to all my reviewers. Feedback is very much welcomed! Quotes from the episode School Hard. *denotes thought*
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Chapter 3 : Never try to eat your lover’s friends

Buffy looked blankly into the punch. Everything was going wrong. She had forgotten sugar in the lemonade, one of her banners had fallen down and hit Larry’s mom in the head, and that wasn’t the worst part. Parent teacher night was horrible. Right now in the principal’s office Snyder was telling her mom just how very bad Buffy was. Buffy fidgeted. No good could come of this.

What seemed like an eternity passed before her mom and Snyder returned to the lounge.

“In the car, now.” said her mother.

She was dead, grounded for life, forbidden to see the outside world until she’s thirty. Bad, bad things. Buffy followed her mother out dejected and feeling sorry for herself.

Suddenly, Buffy heard a crash behind her. Two vampires suddenly came crashing through the window. *Vampires are storming the school! I’m saved!* she thought. The people started to panic as only they can in Sunnydale and began to run around like chickens with their heads cut off. There in front of the vampires was her hunk of vampy goodness, Spike.

“What can I say? I couldn't wait.” he shrugged his shoulders.

Buffy tried hard to suppress a smile. We was even hot in vamp face. Buffy didn’t have a lot of time to bask in Spike’s hotness before he attacked. *Better make this look good*. Buffy grabbed a chair and threw it at him, tripping her lover up. Somehow she knew, that even if they were just ‘putting on a show’ this would still be a no holds barred event. Running back to her mom, she dragged her down the hall avoiding vampires.

From behind her she heard her lover’s voice ring out, “Nobody gets out! Especially the girl!”

Buffy followed behind the last of her group and closed the door behind her. Buffy secured the room, looking for other ways that the vampires could get in. *Well he said it would be a surprise. He was right, and it certainly did look like a real attack. I suppose everyone who isn’t my mom or my friends are fair game. Gee I hope Snyder gets bit.* Suddenly they were all left in the dark as the power was cut. Buffy couldn’t help but worry that Spike might actually harm the people in the school. What if he wasn’t honest with her? *He’s a vampire for Christ’s sake! Buffy! naive girl much?*
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Spike stood in lounge of Sunnydale High school, holding some guy by the neck, watching people run. He had told the minions that he wanted to take the whole school live, and present them to the Annoying One himself. Spike grinned at the thought of the Annoying One’s face when he staked the little whelp. Turning Children, that was one thing he would never do. The thought just turned his stomach.

Spike looked over at this assortment of minions. He wanted nothing more than to take Buffy out of there and find a dark corner to shag her senseless in, but that would have to wait until he had ‘lost’ this battle.

“We cut the power. Nobody got out.” said a minion.

“And the Slayer?” asked Spike

“She either went that way” he pointed to the right, “or that way.” he pointed to the left “I saw two others.”

“You don't know?!” Spike finally let go of the poor sod he had in his hands. “I'm a veal kind of guy. You're too old to eat.” This guy didn‘t smell like Buffy, not friend or family, fair game. He grabbed the guy‘s head and snapped his neck. “But not to kill. I feel better.”

Buffy was somewhere in the building. There was no way that this was going to go down without a fight between him and her. He just hoped that she realised that this was all a plan, that he had been perfectly honest when he said that he wasn’t going to kill her. Then again, he didn’t want her to dust him either. Spike smelled the fear that was permeating the building. *God it was a wonderful smell.* In all honesty Spike was loving this game and his arousal was beginning to show.

“Slaaayer! Here, kitty, kitty. I find one of your little school mates first, I'm gonna suck 'em dry. And use their bones to bash your head in.” Spike kicked a door in, secretly hoping that he didn’t actually find one of her friends. “Are you getting a word picture here?”

Spike paused in front of the next door. Inside he could smell fear and something else. That Red headed girl that had been with Buffy at the Bronze. Spike rolled his eyes and turned to leave the door alone.

“Spike! Listen...” said a minion.

Spike stopped to listen. There was someone in the ceiling. Not just a some one, a Buffy someone.

“Someone's in the ceeeeeiling!” sang Spike.
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Putting on a good show for the minions, Spike continued to poke holes in the ceiling, even though he knew that Buffy wasn’t there any more. Spike sniffed the air and turned to see his grandsire dragging Buffy’s friend, the boy.

“Angelus!” greeted Spike happily. He had known that Angelus was in the area, from Buffy. *God was Angelus going to be pissed when he found out that Buffy was his girl*. Spike smiled.

“Spike!” replied his grandsire.

“I'll be damned!” said Spike as he tossed his pole aside.

*This is just like old times*, thought Spike as he leaned in for a hug of his grandsire. *Except without the bloodshed and the pain, and the demonic Darla.*

“I taught you to always guard your perimeter. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should have someone out there.” said Angelus.

“I did. I'm surrounded by idiots. What's new with you?”

“Everything.”

“Yeah. Come up against this Slayer yet?” *My Slayer, you bloody prick, not yours.*

“She's cute. Not too bright, though. Gave the puppy dog 'I'm all tortured' act. Keeps her off my back when I feed!” laughed Angelus

Spike laughed back “People still fall for that Anne Rice routine. What a world!”

“I knew you were lying.” protested Angel’s bait. “Undead liar guy.”

Angel grabbed him by the hair and shirt and held out his exposed neck.

“Wanna bite before we kill her?” asked his grandsire.

“I haven't seen you in the killing fields for an age.” commented Spike to his grandsire.

“I'm not much for company.”

“No, you never were. So, why're you so scared of this Slayer?”

“Scared?”

“Yeah. Time was you would've taken her out in a heartbeat. Now look at you. I bet this, uh, tortured thing is an act, right? You're not... housebroken?”

“I saw her kill the Master. Hey, you think you can take her alone? Be my guest. I'll just feed and run.” said Angelus with a roar, bending to take a bite, probably just for show, of Buffy’s friend.

“Don't be silly!” protested Spike, “We're all friends. We'll do it together. Let's drink to it.”

They both slowly leaned in to the boy’s neck. *This is ridiculous.* thought Spike. *Angelus never shared food, even when he was training me up. The poor sod probably doesn’t realise I saw him in New York not too long ago, feeding on bloody rats.* Fed up with the act Spike punched his grandsire in the face.

“You think you can fool me?! You were my sire, man! You were my... Yoda!”

“Things change.”

“Not us! Not demons! Man, I can't believe this. You Uncle Tom!” Spike picked up the pole he had been using earlier. “Come on, people! This isn't a spectator sport!” Now he really wanted to hurt somebody.

The minions got the idea and attacked. Luckily the boy barged out the door and ran. Angel followed as the other vampires gave chase. Then everything changed. She was there.

“Fe, fi, fo fum. I smell the blood of a nice ripe...girl.” said Spike menacingly as he turned around.

There in all her glory was his Goldilocks, holding an axe, of all things.

“Do we really need weapons for this?” she asked, sounding pissed off.

“I just like them. They make me feel all manly.” Spike let his hand trail down his body.

He dropped the pole and slowly stepped towards Buffy. She dropped the axe.

“The last Slayer I killed... she begged for her life. You don't strike me as the begging kind. But I know better don‘t I pet? Heard you beg last night, didn‘t I?”

“You shouldn'ta come here.”

“No. I've messed up your doilies and stuff. But I just got so bored.” he smirked “I'll tell you what. As a personal favour from me to you I'll make it quick. It won't hurt a bit.”

“No, Spike. It's gonna hurt a lot.”

And with that the fight was on. They both knew that it was all for show, sort of. In truth, they didn’t know whether or not the other would forgo the farce and take the other out. But it was enlightening to find out just how good each other really was. Buffy and Spike exchanged several blows. He threw her into the wall.

“Do you know much dirt is in that ceiling, Spike. You had better be paying my dry cleaning bill.” Spike just smiled.

Buffy and Spike kept fighting. Buffy ducked a punch and landed four of her own in a row. Spike grabbed her arm and shoved her into the wall. She slid down it quickly, and Spike's next punch went through the wall. She managed to get behind him and kicked him high and hard in the neck.

“Now, that hurt!”

He pulled his arm out of the wall, ripping a stud out with it, and swung it into Buffy's face. She flew back and landed on the floor, stunned.

“But not as much as this will.”

He stood over her and lifted up the stud to slam it into her, but suddenly Spike fell to the floor, after being hit in the head with an axe. From the floor he looked up at his attacker. A blond woman, stood above him with the axe in her hands, ready to swing again.

“You get the hell away from my daughter!”

Spike held the stud above himself to protect against any blows. Buffy slowly rose to her feet. *So this was Goldilocks’ mum then.*

“Women!”

Despite the pain in his head, Spike smiled. *Perfect to cut and run.* Spike got up and ran through the lounge and out the broken window.

“Nobody lays a hand on my little girl.” said mom as they hugged.

Buffy took a look out the window. *I guess the plan went off how it was supposed to go.*
She hoped he wasn’t hurt too bad, wait no, that was wrong. *Oh god this whole thing is wrong.*
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It was nearly dawn by the time that Spike and the remaining minions returned to the warehouse. Spike had stopped to get himself a bit pissed before he came back. Reasonable, considering his Goldilocks’ mother had just beamed him on the head with an axe.

“Spike, did she hurt you?” asked Dru tenderly.

“It was close, pet, but...”

“Oh, come here.” She pulled his head down onto her shoulder and stroked his cheek and neck.

“A Slayer with family and friends. That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure. Why did she have to be the bloody Slayer?”

“You'll turn her, and then we'll have a nice celebration.”

“Yeah, a party.”

“Yeah. With streamers... and songs.”

Spike lifted his head. “How's the Annoying One?”

“He doesn't wanna play.”

“Figures. Well, suppose I better go make nice.” Spiked walked over to the little brat and knelt before the child seated on the throne.

“You failed.”

“I, uh... I offer penance.” said Spike trying to be very serious.

“Penance?! You should lay down your life! Our numbers are depleted, the feast of St. Vigeous has been ruined by your impatience!” shouted a minion.

“I was rash, and if I had to do it all over again...” Spike laughed, “Who am I kidding?” He stood up. “I would do it exactly the same, only I'd do this...”

Spike grabbed the Anointed one from his throne.

“No!”

“...first!”

He carried the child over to the cage, avoiding the attack of the minion who tried to stop him and put the Anointed one into the cage that had been in the middle of the room. Spike started pulling the chain that lifted the cage up towards the ceiling.

“From now on, we're gonna have a little less ritual...and a little more fun around here.”

He gave the chain a final strong pull, sending the Anointed One into the sunlight.

The factory filled with the screams of the child.

Dru and Spike shared a smile. They stepped closer together and held hands.

“Let's see what's on TV.”
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Spike entered Restfield cemetery. His nose had led him straight to her. He was now master of Sunnydale, now that the Annoying One was gone. He had his Sire and his Goldilocks, unlife was good. He walked up to her side. Before he could even say hello, her hand came out of nowhere and slapped his face.

“Bloody Hell!”

“What the hell was that?” asked Buffy.

“What the fuck do you mean? You’re the one that slapped me!“

“You jerk! You.... Grr! I‘m so mad. I should dust you!”

Spike jumped away from her. This wasn’t going well. He didn’t even know why she was mad. Spike raised his hands in surrender.

“Perhaps you could tell me why you are angry, love?” he asked with trepidation.

Buffy looked at him like he had grown another head.

“You have no idea why I‘m pissed off at you?”

“Cause I buggered up your nice to do at the school?” he guessed

Buffy let out a frustrated groan.

“Is buggered up, the British way of saying you tried to kill everyone in the school? My mom was in there! You almost ate Xander!”

“I did not!” Spike protested.

“Really?”

“It was Angelus’ bloody brilliant plan to trick me, luv, pretended that he wasn’t all soul having. He’s the one that offered me the whelp’s neck. I think, before you start launching accusations at me, you should have a heart to heart with your tall brooding boyfriend.”

“What...Huh?” Buffy was thrown for a loop at that.

“You heard me. He smelled of you.”

“Eww, gross Spike.”

“Deny it if you want to. I know the truth.”

It was curious how fast Buffy had gone from raging mad, to having to defend herself.

“Angel and I...It’s over and it never really started. I didn’t fuck him if that’s what you think.”

“Thank you very much, I did not want that picture floating about in my head.”

“You are jealous!”

“Damn right I’m bloody jealous. My poof of a grandsire being around you all the time I wasn’t. Makes me crazy.”

“Oh get over yourself Spike, you could have convinced Dru to come here sooner if you wanted to.”

“Ha bloody Ha. Dru may be loony but she still knows she’s my sire Goldilocks. I do what she tells me to do.”

“What if she tells you to kill me today?”

“That’s different,”

“Is it? Do you still make love to her?”

“No.”

“Spike...”

“It’s different. Sex is different for Vampires.”

“Arrrg! I knew it, you have. You are having sex with her. Do you run home to her after you fuck me?”

“Buffy! I. am. not. having. Sex. with. Drusilla.”

“Then why? God you confuse me! Explain, what did you mean that it’s different?”

Spike walked over to her took her in his arms, pulled her hair away from his mark.

“What are you doing?” she looked up at him a little frightened.

“Showing you how it’s different.”

Spike leaned in and sunk his fangs into her neck. Buffy didn’t know what he was doing different, but suddenly colours floated before her eyes and she felt herself get wetter than she had ever felt before. She grew weak in the knees and gasped as the most intense orgasm she ever felt overtake her. Spike retracted his fangs and licked the wound clean. Buffy sank to the ground as Spike took a few steps away.

“That, Goldilocks, is the most intimate thing that can happen between Vampires. Between Sire and Childe, it’s a form of affection, a reward for doing well. Between Mates a form of pleasure, cause they both do it to each other. Sex doesn’t have the same meaning for Vampires, we do it cause it’s something to do, and it feels good. “

Buffy looked up from the ground panting.

“You and Dru aren’t mates?”

“No. We never claimed each other pet. She always belonged to her Daddy anyway.”

“Claimed?”

“Vampire marriage if you will, say a bunch of fancy words while you are having sex, bite each other so that it scars, declare that this person is yours. It has to be mutual.”

“Oh”

“Are we done with the lesson for today, luv?”

“Most definitely so.“ she said lifting herself up off the ground.

Buffy wrapped her hands around his neck and pushed him into the nearest mausoleum. Inside she guided him to a sarcophagus and sat down. She moaned as he reached his hand down her pants and grabbed her rear. She reached up and put her hands behind his neck and smiled. Slowly his hand moved upwards and began to fondle her breasts. She turned and kissed him long and hard, running her fingers though his hair. Pushing him to sit on the slab of stone, she straddled him, feeling his arousal through her pants.

The moonlight cascaded through the lone window illuminating the lovers tangled in their embrace. With little haste she removed his coat and shirt, then proceeded to kiss his chest, neck, collar bone and worked her way down towards his waist and back up again, letting her hands tackle his button and fly. She stood up to remove his boots and pants.

He then set to work undressing her. He let his hands glide over her arms to her shoulders and down to her waist. With one motion he removed her t-shirt, revealing a red satin bra. His hands fell to her waist again and began undoing her pants. As they fell to the floor, exposing her matching satin undies, she pulled him down on to the sarcophagus, kissing him eagerly. He moved downwards kissing her neck then removed her bra and began to kiss her breasts tenderly.

She let a loud moan escape her throat, revelling in the fact that no one was around to hear them.

“Spike...need you”

He parted her legs and went down on her. She bit her lip hard to keep from moaning and she grabbed on to the bed sheets for support. She writhed as she got closer and closer. Then he stopped, leaving her begging for more. He backed away from her with a smile on his face. He knew full well that he had brought her to the brink. Unwilling to play games, she jumped him, taking him underneath her and rode him hard and fast, taking what she wanted from him.

“God, Buffy, fuck.. luv, fucking unbelievable.“

They pulsated together, screaming each other’s names as he exploded with in her. She collapsed on top of him with a delighted smile.
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Buffy had righted her clothes and was sitting on the stone tomb, kicking her legs as he smoked.

“So you’re the big head honcho now, huh? How’s that working out for you?”

“Not bad, had a few minions to dust. Got to start working on getting Dru better though.”

“Maybe Giles has some books that will help?”

“No!” he nearly shouted.

“Just trying to help, Spike.”

“I won’t have your watcher find out about Dru and I more than he already knows. And I don’t want him finding out about my plans for you.”

“They will find out Spike, Angel will first. If your smelling thing is gift only for the vampirically challenged.”

“Fair enough. I want you to let him know in very certain terms that it is over between you. He’s Dru’s. I won’t have him pining after my childe when he’s got his own willing and able to meet his every need.”

“Do I ever get to meet Dru?”
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Giles hadn’t been kidding when he had said that keeping her secret identity secret with an exchange student in her house was hard. It was even harder to keep her secret boyfriend secret, secret identity be damned. And when her exchange student guest turned out to be a mummy who was sucking the life out of unsuspecting boys, well lets just say that Spike and Buffy time was not happening as often as it should. It was only after Ampata was safely mummy-ed again that Buffy actually got to patrol normally again. Of course that had to happen after the weekly watcher lecture of duty and responsibility, etcetera, etcetera. This mission tonight was to find out if Spike and his minions posed a significant threat in Sunnydale. Personally Buffy thought her watcher was grasping at straws to keep her busy. Spike usually kept her busy enough for her liking.

Ditching Xander and Willow wasn’t hard, it was the dusting of stupid minions while waiting for Spike to show that was the hard part. Three vampires later, she felt the tinglies, those special tinglies that told her that Spike was there.

“Spike!”

“Goldilocks” He undressed her with his eyes. She had started wearing more black, leather and chains since their last fight. Tonights ensemble was a black and white checked kilt and a Ramones Tee that he had sent her when he was away.

Buffy rushed over to hug him. “Been too long, never having an exchange student again.”

“Never say never, luv,” he said smugly.

“I’m not going to eat an exchange student Spike.”

“You say that now.”

“Funny, very funny. So what’s new with you? Any luck with the researching?”

“Not in the productive sense of the word. Might have to break into your watcher’s library, have some minions do it. Place bets if they come back or not.”

“Do you even care about your minions?”

“Am I supposed to?” he grinned.

“Spike...”

“I care about you, and Dru, the only two people in the world I need to care about.”

Buffy nuzzled into his chest. “I like that.”

“Talked to the poofter lately?”

“No, I’ve been busy with the whole Inca mummy girl fiasco. You honestly think that I’d have time to talk to him, when I couldn’t see you?”

“He runs in your circle a lot more than I do pet.”

“Which leads me to another point Spike...How many lives do you expect me to have to lead? I’ve got the whole normal high school student /daughter thing going on, the slayer thing, and the enthralled sex kitten thing. One of these days I’m gonna slip up you know. It’s hard to keep my lives straight.”

“As long as you don’t shout out “Fuck me Angel” when I’m pounding into your hot pussy, I have no problems with any slip ups you make. They will all sort themselves out eventually.”

Buffy laughed.

“I wonder what Willow would say if she knew that I’m sleeping with you? She still thinks I’m waiting for Angel to sweep me off my feet.”

“Don’t think that the ‘sleeping with me’ bit’s happening enough for my taste. Care to have a go?”

Buffy laughed again. “Only if you bite me.” Buffy led him into a grove of trees and pressed herself up against him.

“How can something that feels so right be so wrong?” she said, mainly to herself, as she let her hands run over him then pin his arms to the wall.

“Buff...” he tried to protest, he had no idea what she was going on about.

She raised a finger and silenced him gently as she put her finger to his lips. She ran her knee up his inner thigh and gently touched his balls. She instantly felt a reaction from his body, so closely pressed up against him. She smiled and started kissing him. She pushed off his duster. His lips were soft and warm. At first there was no response from him, he was letting her take charge, but as she let her hands wander over his body he started kissing back, hesitantly at first. She slowly undid his pants and stuck her hand down his boxers and grabbed a hold of his package. He let out a small moan. She ran her hand over his cock and balls. Carefully she bit his lower lip.

She backed away from him, turned, shrugged of her jacket and tugged off her Ramones Tee. There was no way in Hell she was letting that get wrecked. Clothes didn’t tend to fare well when they coupled. Buffy unfastened her kilt and let the fabric slide down her legs, revealing her matching black lace underwear and bra. It was very clear to her that he was past the point of no return. She walked towards him once more and started to unbutton his red shirt. She felt his muscular arms as she slid the shirt off. She started to kiss his neck and chest.

“I want you,” she whispered between kisses. “I want you inside of me, touching me, fucking me.”

She slid one of her fingers inside herself for a moment.

“I want you to taste me,” she said as she brushed her wet finger on his lip.

She smiled as he let his tongue taste her wetness on his lip.

“How do you want me?” she asked, as she pulled down his pants taking his rock hard cock in her mouth for a few seconds.

She stood up again and took his hand and led him to where his Duster had fallen on the ground. She laid it out as a bed.

She started kissing him again. She put one of his hands on her left breast and the other on her very wet pussy.

“Fuck me Spike,” she said with urgency.

Spike guided her down to his coat. He madly began touching and kissing her all over. She returned the favour gladly. In a sudden move, ripped her panties, he pulled her legs apart and dove in, letting his tongue glide over and flick her clit, probing in and out. She moaned, and let him know he was doing something right by grabbing his hair. She felt herself start to move in anticipation of his tongue. She could feel herself getting closer and closer. He broke off as suddenly as he had started and pulled back. He looked at her laying there on the bed.

“Goldilocks you are going to be the end of me.“ he asked.

“Oh god yes,” she breathed, in response to his resumed touching.

She sat up a bit and could see his cock hard and dripping already. She knew it wouldn’t take long for him to cum but then it wouldn’t take her long either. Slowly he thrust inside her to gasp slightly. She smiled as she felt him fill her up completely as if he had been made to fit her perfectly. They moved together thrusting and writhing together as one, kissing and touching as they moved. They both started moaning each other’s names as they got closer and closer to coming. She wrapped her legs around him, pushing him even further into her.

She contracted her inner muscles a few times and drew him in with her legs. He pressed into her repeatedly harder and faster than before. She bit into his shoulder to keep herself from screaming. At last he exploded inside of her, sinking his fangs into her neck as he came. They collapsed together, not caring that someone was watching them.

 

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