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Chapter 1: A Rocky Beginning

The house was quiet. Spike sat in a straight backed chair, his head in his hands, candle light flickering off the angular features of his body. The vampire exhaled an unneeded breath that it seemed he had been holding in for ages. He was worried, he was confused, he was happy, he was sad. Slowly he forced himself to look up at the bed that was before him.

Tangled in the sheets, naked and looking like she had just had some very satisfying sex, Buffy Summers looked like she was sleeping peacefully. Of course that’s what a normal person would think, until they noticed the puncture wounds on her neck. He couldn’t believe he had actually done it. He’d turned Buffy, his Goldilocks. He didn’t understand how it had happened really, just that it was his fault.

Spike kept running the memory over and over in his head. Buffy begging him to do it, how she had welcomed it.

“Do it William.”

Spike brought his demon forth and stared into her green eyes for a moment.

“Please, make me like you.”

Spike thrust hard into her warm core a few more times, bringing him to the brink, then leaned down and bit. Her sweet blood rushed into his throat, like it had done so many times before.

“Mine,” he barked, then brought his fangs to the wound again, sucking the life blood out of her.

“Yours,” she acknowledged.

Buffy licked his neck once before biting hard into his neck, drawing blood with her blunt human teeth.

“Mine,” she whispered, feeling her loss of energy as he drained her. She placed her lips over his wound and drank until the darkness took her.

“Yours,” he whispered.

Now he could only hope that when she woke that she would still be the same girl he loved.
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Buffy woke to feeling terribly hungry. She had never felt so hungry in her entire life. She had been having the most wonderful dream, one in which she and Spike were together, without recriminations or disapproving looks. Buffy stared at the ceiling with doubt. She was in the mansion. Images came flooding back to her, why she was in the mansion, what had happened.

“I’m a vampire?” she asked the room, knowing that Spike would still be in the room, her Sire.

“You are pet,” he voice cutting through the silence.

“How long have I been out?” she asked still looking up at the ceiling.

“Two days.”

Buffy nodded up at the ceiling. She could feel a lone tear at the corner of her eye, why she didn’t know. She willed it away, unwilling to let Spike see it. This is what she wanted after all. “Hungry.” She made no move on the bed.

“I know pet.”

There was a pause as Buffy rolled herself over facing him. “Sire, I’m hungry.” Buffy crawled towards him on the bed. She was naked, but didn’t care.

Spike smirked and approached her on the bed. She was fangy and she didn’t even know it. She was gorgeous anyway.

Spike sat down on the bed beside her. Like a cat, Buffy started sniffing his neck, cautiously she poked her tongue out of her mouth and licked her marks on his neck. He didn’t know if she was acting like this on purpose or doing what every other fledge he had met did when they first rise and their sire is near.

“Sire...” she whined, seeking permission.

“Feed my childe,” he whispered, petting her head tenderly.

Without waiting any further Buffy sank her fangs into Spike’s neck.
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Spike flung the empty blood bag away and laid down next to his childe and mate. Buffy immediately curled up against him. She was purring. Her fingers trailed over his pale skin.

“Spike, I wanna go see my mom.”

“Remember what I said about Mums Goldilocks.”

“Check, no turning Mom.”

“I mean it Goldilocks.”

“I won’t turn my mom Spike. I don’t even feel like draining her. I don’t want to hurt her.”

“That’s cause you’re full,” he said with a chuckle.

“I’ve been gone for two days Spike. She probably thinks I’ve run away again. I need to let her know that I’m alright.”

Spike sat up on the bed, and took a long hard look at his childe.

“You care what your Mum thinks?” he asked, a little shocked.

“Maybe. So what do we do now?” Buffy was avoiding his stare and the question.

“Now pet?”

“Now that I’m all vampy.”

“Anything you want.”

Buffy rolled over to face him again, and ran her hand over his bicep. “Unless you tell me differently.”

Spike began to kiss up her arm.

“Spike?”

“Mmm Pet?”

“Can we go patrol? I wanna kill something?”

“Patrol?” said Spike, astonished. “You don’t have to do anymore bleedin’ patrolling.”

“But Spike I wanna patrol.”

“And what kill vampires?”

“Well ya.”

“But you are a vampire Luv.”

“So?”

“Baby’s all wrong,” whined Dru from the doorway.

The couple on the bed stopped moving and stared at the vampire in the doorway.

“When did she show up?” Buffy asked Spike quietly.

“Just now, I suspect,” said Spike. “Dru, pet, what do you mean she came back all wrong?”

“Like Daddy was. So sad. The Pixies are angry,” Dru continued to whine.

“Oh Pet, don’t be sad.” Spike tried to move towards his sire, to comfort her, but was held back on the bed by the possessive arms of Buffy.

“No sunshine, like Daddy, no Daddy. No Grandmummy. Baby’s all wrong,” Dru cried.

Dru crawled over to the bed and scooped Buffy up into her arms. Buffy felt a little awkward, her being naked and all, but overlying the discomfort with the situation Buffy felt protected and loved. What if Drusilla was right though, she often was. What if she had come back wrong? Truth was she didn’t know.

She didn’t much care either way. All she knew was that she didn’t have to worry about where her place in the world was anymore. It was here, with Spike and Drusilla. Her new family.
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Buffy dressed seductively in a black leather skirt and a tight tank top, patent leather boots and layers of necklaces and bracelets. Spike had snuck into her room in her mother’s house and taken a bunch of her stuff, including Mr Gordo which had earned him more than just a kiss of thanks.

Tonight they were going out, to feed, to celebrate. Buffy wanted to see for herself if she could be a vampire, a real vampire. So far she had only fed from Spike and from bags. She wanted to prove to Spike and to Drusilla that she hadn’t come back wrong at all.

“So how do I look?” asked Buffy as she turned around in place.

“Gorgeous as always,” purred Spike wrapping his arms around her.

She smiled and threaded her arms around the back of his neck.

“Can we see my mom on the way?”

Spike’s smile fell away. He didn’t understand this obsession with seeing her mom.

“You got to see your mom one last time Spike...” she whispered reading his mind.

“You know how that ended, pet.”

Buffy sighed. Yes she did know how that ended. Still, she wanted to be able to say a proper goodbye to her mother.

Appearing in the hallway was Drusilla, dressed in a long black skirt and matching corset top, her long black hair hanging loose.

“Is she coming?” asked Buffy, looking at her grandsire, and sorta already knowing the answer.

“She’s gotta eat too pet.”

Buffy groaned. She didn’t want Drusilla tagging along to see her mom. The crazy vampire would most likely try to make her mom a snack.

“Ok, but no eating my mom, got it?” said Buffy forcefully. “You even flash fang in front of her and you’re dust.”

“Miss Edith doesn’t like the way you speak to Grandmummy, pet. Your Sire has got to teach you some manners before the party starts.”

Buffy backed away from her grandsire with the conscious thought that she’d done something she wasn’t supposed to do. Buffy turned to look at Spike with questioning look in her eyes.

He didn’t look back. He was putting on his duster. “Let’s get this show on the road then,” he muttered, walking out into the night.

Buffy hung back for a bit, confused. Spike hadn’t said anything. Drusilla flashed her a sickly sweet smile and followed after Spike, taking his arm.

“Are you coming Baby?” asked Drusilla once they were in the mansion’s driveway.

Spike was opening the door of the Desoto for his Sire.

Buffy looked around confused for a moment. She did not want to get into a car with Drusilla. More so because they were three, and Buffy would be in the back seat. Sure it was juvenile of her to think that way, but Spike was hers, not Dru’s.

This was supposed to be just her and Spike, learning how to be a vampire, having alone time without minions or friends. All the romantic notions of her fledgling time were squashed when Drusilla appeared at the doorway.

“Are you coming or not pet?” asked Spike, finally looking at her.

Buffy felt like throwing a temper tantrum.

“I’m going to walk,” Buffy declared.

In an instant Spike was at her side, holding her arm at the elbow.

“You are the one who wanted to go see your mum, pet. The Bronze and your mum’s house are in two different directions.”

Buffy sniffed. “You don’t have to come. I’ll see my mom by myself and meet you at the Bronze.”

Spike gripped tighter.

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘No’? I do what I want Spike,” protested the former Slayer.

“Exactly that, love, no. You don’t know what’s out there and you are still a fledge. You stay with me until I say so.”

Buffy looked up into his hard blue eyes, he wasn’t kidding. Another look to the car, knowing that Drusilla was sitting smugly in the front seat set Buffy’s resolve. He was going to have to force her.

Buffy removed his hand from her arm and stepped back. It wasn’t about what she wanted anymore; it was about control. She knew that if he wanted to he could control her. He had told her all about the Sire/Childe bond.

Buffy took another step back.

“Get in the bloody car, Buffy.”

That was it. She couldn’t deny it. There was something about the voice, the way he said it. Buffy walked towards the car and got in the back seat, behind the driver. She had made him use his control over her.

Spike shook his head sadly. Why she was testing him, he had no idea. Spike walked to the car and started up the engine. This was going to be a long night.
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tbc...
 

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Chapter 2: Visiting Mom

Spike pulled the Desoto in front of 1630 Revello drive and slammed the car into park. With a harsh grunt, he took out a cigarette and lit up, letting tendrils of smoke escape from his mouth and nose.

“Right, here we are then. Dru, you will stay in the car, got it?” he commanded in a hard tone.

There was a whimper from the vampire in the front passenger seat which Spike took as a yes, and kicked the door open. Buffy waited patiently for him to push the driver’s seat back for her. She had learned when they had been living together in LA, as Master Vampire and his human mistress, that this was one of the things he insisted on doing for a lady.

Spike slammed the door shut behind her once she was out.

“What the fucking hell is wrong with you Buffy!” he seethed, his face millimetres from hers.

“There’s nothing wrong with me, Sire,” she retorted, “Now let’s go see my mom.”

Spike took the cigarette out of his mouth and flung it to the ground. Grabbing her arm so hard it bruised, he stopped her from moving closer to the house.

“Tell me, now! Or do I have to tie you up again?” he threatened, his eyes glinting.

Buffy’s memory flashed back to what he was referring to. Just before they had broken up in LA, well it was the break up.

“You’d just tell me I’m being a child,” she muttered, tearing her arm from his grasp and rubbing it.

“You are a childe, Buffy, my childe. This testing my authority thing is going to get you in trouble. This is about knowing your place in the family.”

“I thought I did know my place Spike! I’m your Mate, and you aren’t treating me like it. It’s like I’m your kid sister tagging along for the ride.” Buffy felt like stomping her foot in irritation but reined in the impulse, not wanting Spike to hold it above her.

“You’ve been risen for how long?” he questioned with a quirked eyebrow.

“Come off of it, Spike,” she snapped. “Everything changed the moment she walked through the door and you know it. This was supposed to be about us, getting to know one another again, without minions, without friends who disapproved. I didn’t become a vampire so I could have tea parties with Drusilla. I became one to be with you, forever,” she finished with a sigh, her eyes staring into his.

Spike nodded as if he was concentrating on her words. He knew exactly how she felt; he had experienced the same thing when Dru had brought him to Angelus all those years ago.

“She’s my sire, Buffy, I can’t just kick her to the curb,” he began to explain.

Buffy exhaled sadly and nodded. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, it was that he wouldn’t. Not for her.

“Let’s go see your mum then, alright?” he suggested calmly.

The black clad pair walked to the front porch in silence. Buffy stood stoically in front of the door, unmoving.

“Are ya gonna knock on the bloody door or not?” asked Spike, getting just a bit annoyed with his childe.

“She’s in there,” said Buffy in awe. “I can hear her heartbeat.”

Spike nodded. “The most salivating sound in the whole bloody world. Knock on the soddin’ door,” he commanded.

Buffy raised her hand slowly but stopped.

“Sod it,” said her Sire and knocked on the door himself. Loudly.

Buffy turned to look at Spike, her mouth agape.

“Took too long, Goldilocks, got places to go, people to eat.”

The porch light came on.

An unneeded breath hitched in Buffy’s throat as the door opened.

“Buffy?” came her mother’s voice.

Buffy stared for a moment at her mother. “Ya, it’s me.”

“William,” Joyce greeted the vampire standing to her daughter’s right.

Spike could tell that Joyce wasn’t happy about seeing Buffy. Or him for that matter.

“You’ve been with William for the past two days, and you didn’t feel I deserved a phone call?” Joyce asked, her arms crossed, standing in the doorway.

“I should have called,” said Buffy nodding. “I won’t bother you much, Mom. I just came by to let you know that I’m ok.”

“Oh,” Joyce started, pointing a finger at Buffy. “You aren’t getting away with this that easily young lady. You will come in this house right now, and you and I are going to have a talk about respect and just how much you made me worry, again. For all I knew some vampire had gotten it’s teeth into you and you were lying dead somewhere.”

Buffy cast a worried look at Spike, as Joyce moved aside for them to enter the house.
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“When did you get back into town, William?” asked Joyce, handing him a mug of hot chocolate and sitting across from him in the living room.

“’Bout three days ago, found Buffy training in the library and been with her ever since,” said Spike.

Joyce nodded. “And you didn’t think to make her call her worried mother?”

“Guess we were too wrapped up in our reunion,” he laughed. His laughed however was quieted by the harsh look that was on Joyce’s face.

“Do you know how many people you’ve needlessly worried Buffy?” demanded her mother, starting into another rant. “Giles has been out of his mind with worry, Xander too.”

“And Willow?” asked Buffy anxiously.

“You need to see Willow Buffy. I think she’s taken your second disappearance badly. Her mother tells me that she’s been crying a lot.”

“I’ll do that next then,” promised Buffy.

“No, next you will go upstairs and change out of those horrible clothes, and wash your face of all that dark make up. You are grounded young lady. Thank you for bringing her home William,” she said, addressing Spike and standing up to show him out, “ but Buffy and I need to talk.”

“Mom! You don’t understand!” shouted Buffy.

Joyce shook her head. “I understand all too well Buffy, you think that you are old enough to live with your boyfriend and you wanted my blessing, well I don’t give it. Until you are eighteen Buffy you are still my responsibility and you will be staying under my roof.”

Buffy’s words were out of her mouth before she could think. “I’m a vampire mom!”

Joyce’s rage was tempered for a moment as the information slowly sank in.

“Well that’s too bad dear, but you are still grounded. You will go outside for school and that is all. Obviously you don’t need to slay anymore,” she rambled, her brain already on overload.

“Mom! I’m a vampire? School equals daytime equals sunlight equals Buffy go poof in fiery death?” Buffy explained, even though her mom should have fully well known.

“You should have thought about that before you became a vampire dear. I will not let your undead status affect your schooling.”

Buffy shook her head trying to comprehend just what was going on. Her mom was so not getting it. It seemed surreal to her that her mother was trying to ground her when she had been told that her daughter was a vampire. She had to face facts, her mom was cool. Completely oblivious, but cool. Or possibly possessed.

“Mom are you feeling ok?” asked Buffy tentatively.

“No! I’m not feeling okay. My daughter just told me she’s a vampire. How would you feel? I need a drink.” Joyce sat down on the couch, holding her head in her hands.

Spike stood up and headed to the kitchen. Somehow Buffy wasn’t really surprised that he knew where the booze was in her house. Spike came back into the living room with a glass of schnapps for Joyce, setting it down in front of her.

“Are you really a vampire?” she asked after throwing back the shot.

Buffy nodded, then, without warning, she flashed her mother her game face, fangs and bumpies. Her mother gasped.

“So, you’re dead then?”

“Undead,” Buffy clarified.

“Whatever, you died,” Joyce stated, her skin going a shade whiter.

Buffy nodded again.

“A vampire really did get their teeth into you? Was it while you were slaying?” asked Joyce a little afraid of what would come out of her daughter’s mouth.

Buffy looked at Spike silently asking him what to do. She didn’t want to tell her mom that Spike had turned her, who knew what her mom’s reaction would be to that tid bit of information.

Spike saved her from answering.

“Ya, it was while she was slaying Joyce,” Spike supplied.

“Oh, well, you’ve been pardoned from your grounding sentence then,” said a confused Joyce.

“Thanks mom,” said Buffy as she leaned over for a hug.
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“See, I didn’t eat my mom,” flaunted the fledgling childe proudly to her Sire as they headed back to the car, having promised Joyce that they would return before the sun rose. They had vampire things to do.

Spike stopped short of the car. Drusilla was no longer in the Desoto. He exhaled deeply, Drusilla’s scent already disappearing.

“The daft bint has buggered off somewhere again...Find her own way home, no doubt. Let’s go.” He started towards the car again, stopping as Buffy spoke.

“You mean you are just going to let her be all free range Drusilla? Eating people in my neighbourhood? She could eat my mom Spike! We have to find her!” panicked Buffy.

“Thought you wanted her to bugger off Goldilocks?” Spike questioned as he stalked closer to her. “ Have Spike and me time?” he said with a leer, rubbing himself up against her and pushing her against the car.

“Spike... You are trying to distract me...” she whimpered.

He leaned into her ear. “Damn straight I am,” he purred.

“Spike...”

Spike backed off and threw up his hands in a defensive gesture.

“I don’t understand why you care about all these, happy meals on legs...” he started. Turning away from her he started pacing. “Maybe Dru was right, maybe you did come over wrong.”

“No!” she protested, taking his hands and holding them to her breast. “I didn’t!”

“How do you know Buffy? It’s not like you’ve ever been turned before...”

“I can’t be wrong if I still love you...” she whispered, looking into his bluer than blue eyes.

“Maybe that’s one of the first signs.”
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To Buffy, the Bronze was a new experience. The sights and sounds that she had taken in as a Slayer were vastly different from those she was having now, as a vampire. She was giddy as a school girl, her smile was contagious, and made the usually tough Big Bad smile along side her.

“I know I should be way grossed out, but I can smell it Spike, their desire, their fear. Their blood pumping away so yummy and tempting. It’s a buffet!”

“That it is pet,” said her sire, leading her through the masses and up the stairs to the balcony.

Once there, positioning himself behind her, Spike directed her attention to the buffet before them.

“Look at ‘em all, Goldilocks. Their blood pumping away, calling to you. Each one unaware that you are up here picking over the herd. But which one will you pick?”

Buffy briefly looked back at him and smiled.

“That’s easy. Someone who’s here alone, someone who’s ...lonely.”

Buffy scanned the crowd for a moment, her vampire eyes discerning through the darkness better than her Slayer eyes ever could.

“Him!” she declared as she pointed to a skinny looking boy who didn’t seem to have any friends around him. The brunette male was one of the nerds at school that no one seemed to pay any attention to. She was sure that no one would miss him.

“Alright then Goldilocks,” said Spike proudly, “let’s go get you fed.”
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tbc...
 

Chapter 3 : Going on Faith

Knowing full well that her Sire was watching her from a distance, Buffy slunk closer to her prey. She moved her hips to the music that pounded against her body, her vamp hearing making the already loud music even more so.

Buffy made sure that the boy she had picked had his eyes locked on her as she moved seductively through the crowd to his side. She smiled brightly and fluttered her eyes giving him the completely wrong idea.

“Jonathan!” she greeted, putting her hand on his arm. “I was just thinking about you, I have missed so much school and I was thinking who would be the perfect one to help me catch play catch up?”

“I... I don’t know...” he stammered under her gaze.

“You, of course! Come on, let’s go somewhere where we can talk...”

Buffy grabbed his hand and led him off the dance floor and into the alley.

Jonathan glanced around the alley as they stepped into it. “Uh...Buffy, I thought Willow would be helping you to catch up with school work, she’s been taking home your homework since you got sick...”

“Oh Jonathan, perhaps that was just an excuse to get you alone?” suggested the vampire as she advanced on him.

“I...I didn’t know...” Jonathan answered, backing up towards the brick wall.

“Of course you didn’t know,” said Buffy with a smile.

Buffy leaned in, her game face coming to view as she approached his neck, his fear and arousal perfuming his skin.

“You know, you vamps really have to stop picking this alley for your late night nibbles,” rang out Faith’s voice.

Buffy exhaled and stopped her intended action. She pulled her game face back and backed off from Jonathan.

“Sorry about this,” said Buffy to her prey with an apologetic smile.

Buffy turned with a flourish and faced her friend.

“Faith!” she greeted pleasantly.

“Oh my god! Buffy!” Faith lowered the stake she was holding. “Where the fuck have you been?”

“You obviously have some things to discuss, I’ll just leave,” said the boy, dashing away.

Buffy shook her head in disbelief. She couldn’t believe her luck.

“I’ve been around...” Buffy responded, keeping her ground even as Faith took a step towards her.

“Oh yeah? Been around a bunch of vamps lately, cause you look dead.”

“The term is undead, Faith, of course I had thought that a Vampire Slayer would know her terminology.”

Faith snorted.

“It sucks that you’re a vamp B. I gotta say, I never thought that this was how you’d go. I figured big demon, lots of slime.”

“Gee, thanks Faith.”

Faith shrugged. “I certainly didn’t think that I’d be the one to kill you in the end though.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “You won’t be staking me Faith, you aren’t that good.”

“So says the chick who screwed up and got munched on by a vamp. I suppose this works out in your grand scheme of things though, you’re a vamp now, so old vamp boyfriend will come back for you?” she asked with a look of slight disbelief.

Buffy smiled. “Oh Faith, he already came back for me. He’s the one that turned me.”

“Figures,” muttered Faith. “Congratulations Buffy, you’re dead. Hope the boy toy’s worth it.”

“I think he is,” said Buffy with a smile.

“Just so you know,” said Faith, before she launched into an attack, a flurry of punching at Buffy, the former Slayer blocking them all.

Buffy kicked out, knocking Faith to her knees, and sending the stake clattering away.

“You know, I had thought that we could work through this whole vampire, slayer thing, still be friends,” said Buffy. “I guess that was just wishful thinking on my part.”

“Did you come back with a soul?” asked Faith.

Buffy shuddered. “Ug, no! Ewww! Why would I want a soul?”

Faith nodded and launched herself at Buffy once again. Buffy sent an elbow to Faith’s nose and struck out, making contact with Faith’s face a few times, when suddenly Faith wasn’t attacking her anymore.

Faith was hanging, by her neck, which was firmly in Spike’s grip.

“Awww, Spike, I was having fun!” protested Buffy.

“Goldilocks, I thought you knew better than to take on a Slayer!” chastised Spike.

“Spike, I was a Slayer! I knew what I was getting into,” she pouted.

“This the boy toy?” asked Faith, wincing under the pain of Spike holding her neck.

“Spike, meet Faith, Faith, Spike,” introduced Buffy in an annoyed tone.

“Pleasure,” said Faith, actively trying to dislodged herself from her captor.

“Tsk tsk Slayer,” said Spike, disapprovingly. “One twist of my wrist and I’ll have had my fourth slayer.”

“That wouldn’t be a bad thing,” said Buffy.

“I wouldn’t do it like this, I prefer a good fight, fists and fangs, get the blood pumping,” said Spike, nostalgically.

Buffy rolled her eyes again. “Spike, can we go? I still have to talk to Willow.”

“You still haven’t fed, Goldilocks...”

“Alright, fine, you hold her and I’ll go get someone else to eat,” said Buffy turning to go.

“Hold on,” said Spike, “If we’re on such a timetable, have a sip from this one, get your first taste of Slayer blood, and we’ll go.”

“So it’s not ok for you to kill her cause it’s not a fair fight, but it’s ok for me to kill her?”

Spike shrugged.

“Whoa! Hold on there!” protested Faith. “There will be no drinking from me.”

Buffy laughed and headed up behind Faith, her vamp face coming out. “That’s where you are wrong, Faith.” Buffy smiled sickly sweet and struck, her fangs making their mark just below where Spike’s hand gripped the Slayer firmly. As Faith lost blood, Spike dumped the Slayer into Buffy’s arms and went off to find himself something else to eat.

As soon as Spike left the alley, Buffy pulled her fangs out of Faith’s neck and licked the wound closed. Faith was unconscious, but alive.

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

Buffy licked her lips, enjoying Faith’s tasty blood and wondered what Spike would think if he found out that she had marked Faith as a future Childe. She had no intention of turning the bitch but somehow someway, Buffy didn’t want her dead. Maybe it was Slayer solidarity, but she knew that with her mark on Faith’s neck, the girl would be protected.

Buffy dropped Faith to the ground and went off after her Sire.
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Buffy understood that being a vampire was a sensual business. Certainly to get your meals a certain amount of sexual attraction had to be relied upon. The problem was that Buffy, vampire or not, was a jealous creature.

At first she had thought that the brunette Spike was necking with was a meal. But when he pulled away, Buffy saw that he was actually kissing this other woman. Buffy clenched her fists and stormed out of the Bronze. She didn’t care that it was Drusillla or if it was some random woman.

In fact she was afraid that it was Drusilla. Some random woman she could do something about. Drusilla had this hold over her mate that she had no way of competing with.

Outside, faced with Spike’s Desoto, Buffy sent a loud kick to the body of the car, denting the driver side door. Next she bent the antenna and smashed a headlight. She picked up a piece of broken glass and shoved it through the tire, popping it, and took off into the night.
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Buffy knocked on Willow’s bedroom window sharply. She hoped that Willow was home and not out with Oz. She needed best friend time.

The curtains parted and her friend appeared. Buffy smiled.

“Buffy!” Willow yelled through the window. “Oh my god, Buffy!”

“Willow! Open the window. It’s really hard to have a conversation through glass.”

“Oh!” Willow scrambled to unlock and open the window.

Willow was teary and sniffly and red.

“Wills? What’s wrong?” asked Buffy with genuine concern, forgetting her rage at Spike.

“Are you vampy?” asked her friend in a small voice.

Buffy was taken aback by the question.

“It’s ok if you are.” she rushed on, her eyes just a bit softer than before. “I sorta thought it would happen, when I saw you and Spike in the library.”

Buffy put her hand to Willow’s window, testing the barrier that was around the red head’s house. As she guessed, Willow’s house wouldn’t let in her vampy self.

“So, vampire then,” said Willow sadly.

“Vampire,” Buffy confirmed sadly.

“You don’t sound happy about it,” said Willow shifting right into best friend mode.

“I was at first. I want to be with him, just him, and I feel so jealous and violent. Drusilla showed up, like right after I woke up and just ruined the whole thing.”

“How did she ruin it?” asked Willow, bringing her desk chair over to the window and sitting down.

“She just ruined it, she was all tagging along. Telling me that I’d come back all wrong. I came back fine Willow. I’m all with the grr and the arrgg.”

Willow nodded in understanding.

“I can see how you feel that way. I mean, he came back for you, and you certainly didn’t expect to have Drusilla in the picture right away. Some day probably. It must be what Spike felt when he had to share Drusilla with Darla and Angelus?”

“Probably,” Buffy conceded. “Ok, enough mope fest, what about you, what’s been happening in Willow land since I became undead?”

Willow burst into tears.

“Oh my god Willow! What happened!?” exclaimed Buffy.

“I...I...I kissed Xander!” the wailing intensified.

“Oh, Willow, I’m sure Xander’s...Wait hold on...What happened to the Oz love?” asked Buffy confused.

“It’s still there, it’s just not so much with Oz. He’s not talking to me,” Willow admitted.

“Oh Wills, I’d give you a hug, but there’s the barrier.”

“You’ll eat me!” Willow’s wailing intensified more.

“I...I promise not to?” said Buffy hesitantly.

Willow looked up at her friend with teary eyes. She paused for a moment as if weighing the consequences.

“I...*hic* invite you in, Buffy,” sobbed the red head.

In a flash, Buffy was in the room and had her arms around her friend in a protective hug.

“Oh, Buffy! I missed you,” whimpered Willow.
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Spike looked up at the window of the Rosenberg house. He had known instinctively that Buffy had gone here, to talk with her girly friend. He lit up a cigarette and breathed in harshly. She was going to have a piece of his mind when she came back to him. His poor car didn’t deserve her harsh punishment. He suspected that she had witnessed something that he wasn’t too proud of at the moment.

Dru was his unlife for so long, and now, he was certain that she meant to be a horrible wedge to his relationship with Buffy. He couldn’t help but think that all Dru wanted was to have her little family back, with Buffy as the new fledge, just like he had been.

He knew that his Goldilocks wouldn’t like it though. Dru had said that his Goldilocks had come back wrong. Spike suspected that she hadn’t changed at all. She was still the same Buffy that he had fallen in love with. And he thought that she still had her soul, or however much of it was left after living with him soured her that summer.

It was an odd expectation. He had hesitated turning her for the simple reason that he didn’t want her to change, and now here she was, just like he wanted and yet not.

Rather than contemplate his own inability to decide just how he had wanted Buffy to change or not change, Spike turned and walked back to his car. She had taken out all her anger on his poor defenceless car. For that she would pay.
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Faith woke up in the alley outside of the Bronze. She had no idea how long she had been out. Immediately her hand flew to her neck. She had bite marks. Getting to her feet, Faith growled in frustration and kicked at the wall. She couldn’t believe she had let them get the better of her.

A sick smile came over Faith’s face though. She would have a good time telling Giles that his Slayer his perfect Buffy was a vampire.
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Chapter 4: School Daze

Buffy didn’t return to the mansion. She was still mad at Spike. Buffy crawled into her bedroom an hour or so before the sun rose; she and Willow had talked all night long, Buffy finally leaving Willow‘s house as the impending dawn was beginning to creep towards the horizon.

Her sleep wasn’t restful. She could feel Spike’s call to her and he was angry that she was ignoring him. Serves him right, she thought, rolling over in bed even as her demon cried for her Sire. She was determined not to go.

It was an inner struggle that refused to let her sleep. The moment she nodded off, the primal need to go to him returned.

“Time to get up young lady!“ came her mother’s cheerful voice far too soon after she had gotten into bed. “I worked too hard to get you back into school. You are going, vampire or not. We’ll just say that you’ve been sick, you can pull that off, you look so pale.“

“That’s cause I’m dead,“ Buffy muttered on her way to the shower.
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Wrapped tightly in her longest jacket and completely covered head to toe in clothing, Buffy was driven to school by her loving and concerned mother, note in hand, explaining her absence.

Buffy tried to explain how this school thing just wasn’t going to work for her, she was undead, no one cared if she went to school or not.

“I care!” protested Joyce fiercely as she parked at the curb of the school.

Buffy gave her mother a kiss on the cheek before running to the door of the school, her jacket up over her head.

Buffy headed directly for her locker. The first thing she did was take down her mirror. Won’t be needing that ever again, she thought bitterly.

“Oh god! I knew someday you would go to the dark place. I’m sure the goth kids will be glad to have a new convert,” came Harmony’s voice over her shoulder. “You look...well dead. Get some sun, I mean, we live in California.”

Buffy turned to look at the retreating Cordette disappointed. She had tried to do her makeup to look healthy, it just wasn’t working. And her tan was gone. The black clothes she was wearing? At the time, when she got dressed they seemed sensible and sun proof. Buffy blew an unneeded breath out and grabbed her books for first period.

“You are here! At school!” gushed Willow coming up next to her in the hall. “I mean, why? Aren’t you all sun allergy?”

Buffy nodded. “Mom seems to think that my new lifestyle change is not an excuse to forgo secondary education,” Buffy sighed. “Also, since I’m not going back to the other woman kisser any time soon, I need to keep with the happy mom.”

Willow nodded. “So that means you are back. Are you gonna see Giles?”

Buffy‘s mood dampened further. “Oooh...Giles...He’ll probably want to make with the stakeage. I don’t think I want a fight to my dust kind of fight this early in the morning. I’m all up for the verbal. Bring on the undead insults.”

“Xander,” deadpanned Willow.

“Oh I fully expect the quips from Xander,” said Buffy.

“Oh, no, he’s here.” Willow stopped dead in the middle of the hallway as did Buffy.

At the other end of the hall Xander Harris was eating a Twinkie. His mouth full of the processed pastry, he scanned the hallway. A shocked look passed over his face and he pointed towards Buffy, yelling something completely incomprehensible through the Twinkie. The students around him began to step back as he started dancing in place.

“I think maybe he’s happy to see you?” asked Willow.

Buffy giggled. “I think I should hug him or something before he chokes.”

Swallowing down his Twinkie, Xander was finally able to make coherent mutterings.

“Buffy! Alive! How? When? Yay!!”

Buffy shook her head. “Straight from the Tarzan school for the verbally challenged...”

“When you didn’t come back, you weren’t at home, we saw you with Spike...” he trailed off, staring at her with suspicion.

“I’m fine Xander,” said Buffy with a smile and avoiding the truth. She wasn’t fine.

“Where were you?” the boy asked.

The first period bell rang. Saved by the bell, literally, thought Buffy.

She didn’t know what to tell Xander. She didn’t want to have a scene in the middle of Sunnydale High’s hallway, letting the general population know that vampires existed or that she was one of them. Buffy waved a goodbye to Xander and Willow as she headed to her class.
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Spike kicked the wall of his bedroom, leaving a sizable hole in the dry wall. His anger at the way she was ignoring his call was unbearably frustrating. Childer weren’t supposed to be this way. They were supposed to be obedient and subservient.

But his Goldilocks had never been submissive to anyone and that’s the way he liked her. Still, he couldn’t help but feel that he had done something wrong, that she was doing this to punish him.

“Baby’s got my William in a dither!” laughed Dru, standing in the doorway of his bedroom. “If Daddy were here, he’d teach Baby some manners.”

“Well soddin’ Angelus isn’t here, Dru. And even if he were, I’d not be letting him anywhere near my Childe!” Spike roared.

Dru giggled again. Spike couldn’t help but think she was enjoying his frustration at Buffy’ actions. And that just made him even angrier.

“Don’t be cross, love,” she cooed, finally walking towards him and placing her hand on his chest. “Baby will come back, and you’ll have fun making her see who’s Sire and who’s Childe. Whips and chains, and lovely screams.”

Spike moved away from Dru with a strange look on his face.

Dru pouted. “Now you are cross with me. I only say what needs be done. Tell the truth dear boy, you liked it when I did it to you...”

Spike smiled a little at the memory, but then hardened his resolve. His initiation into this dark world had been at the hands of not only Dru but Angelus as well. He loathed the pompous prick for taking away his Sire, fornicating right in front of him for hours on end. He was determined that Buffy was not going to have the same experience. Unfortunately, Spike believed that Dru was expecting just the same thing.

“It’s not like that with Buffy and I,” he said. “It won’t be.”

Dru whimpered. “The children always say that they’ll be different than their parents...Like paper dolls, cut outs, snip snip.”

Spike looked at his Sire with incredulity. Shaking his head once at her, he grabbed his keys off a nearby table and headed out of the room. He had an appointment with a mechanic.
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Buffy had been avoiding telling Xander what had happened to her all morning. The problem was that it was getting close to lunchtime, which posed new and challenging circumstances for the fledgling vampire.

When the lunch bell rung, Xander followed her dutifully to her locker, telling her about his woeful experiences trying to get in touch with Cordelia, who mysteriously had decided to take school off for a Spa retreat week with her mom. Buffy couldn’t really keep his babblings straight while she contemplated just how she was supposed to explain why she was drinking blood for lunch, or why they couldn‘t eat outside.

“Not that I expect her to call me back when she’s having mom time...” said Xander waiting for her to make some sort of comment.

“Can we eat in the cafeteria today or the lounge?” asked Buffy.

“Inside? On a beautiful day like this? That’s like saying we should hang out with Giles... Wait! Giles! You haven’t seen the G-man today!”

“Xander...”

“Are you ready to experience lunch?” asked Willow, coming up behind her, slightly sadly. “Cafeteria or lounge?”

Buffy smiled at her red headed friend.

“Wills...Back me up here, she has to talk to Giles...” said Xander.

“Xander...” warned Willow.

“I don’t know if that is such a good idea right now,” said Buffy. “I mean he’s probably busy with Faith... And I really don’t want to bump into her right now...”

“Ooh, Faith, right...” said Willow with wide eyes.

“Why don’t you want to see Faith?” asked Xander looking expectantly between the two girls. “You two didn’t have a no holds barred cream corn wrestling match did you? Did you?” He looked giddy at the thought.

Buffy glared at her friend. Xander put up his hands defensively.

“Buffy, you should really see Giles, before you bump into him in the hallways...” said Willow.

“You are probably right, it’s just I don’t want the mess of it all, the yelling, the weaponry. Besides I’m totally hungry girl right now...”

“Oooh, ok, Buffy needs lunch, she needs it now. Move Xander!” ordered Willow, pushing the pair of them towards the cafeteria.
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Faith walked into Sunnydale High late as usual for her daily meeting with Giles. Of course this time she had major details to tell to the Watcher. It gave her a glorious feeling of superiority knowing what she did. She would have done a happy dance, but her neck still hurt, a lot, from being in that vampire’s grip last night and the bite wound too.

The bitch bit me! she thought with a scowl, and what puzzled her more, was why Buffy hadn’t killed her.

Taking her usual indirect path, past the cafeteria to see what she could swipe from unsuspecting students to fill her stomach, Faith breezed through the hallways, only to turn a corner and come face to face with a vampire.

A Buffy shaped vampire.

“Oh this is rich!” exclaimed Faith with a chuckle.

“Faith,” deadpanned Buffy, stepping forward to place herself in front of her friends, protecting them from whatever Faith threw her way.

“The streets not good enough for your meals, gotta come here and snack on the students now?” said Faith.

“You don’t know what you are talking about Faith,” Buffy snapped back at her.

“K, whatever, can we do this then?” asked the Slayer, pulling out a stake from her waistband.

Buffy gave her thermos to Willow and stepped into a fighting stance. Suddenly Buffy felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Giles with one hand on each of their shoulders, and who was pulling her and Faith into the Library. Willow and Xander followed faithfully behind.

The library doors still swinging, Giles pushed to two girls towards the chairs and barked at them to sit down.

“What the bloody hell do you think you two are doing fighting in the hallway!? Snyder is just looking for a reason to kick you out of school again, Buffy! And Faith, you aren’t even attending the classes we signed you up for. Fighting in the hallway is just going to have Snyder on your case faster.”

Faith slunk down in her chair further and put her legs up on the table. No matter what Giles had to say to her everything would be changed once she delivered her news. Faith watched as Giles’ attention diverted to Buffy once again, asking where she had been and why she hadn’t talked to anyone.

Buffy hemmed and hawed looking for a plausible excuse but really couldn’t find one.

“I was having alone time with my boyfriend?” she said sheepishly.

“Undead boyfriend...” muttered Faith.

“I beg your pardon?” asked the perplexed watcher.

“She spent the last two days with her undead boyfriend, Spike, William the Bloody,” explained Faith with a smug smile on her face.

“William the Bloody is back in Sunnydale?” asked Giles, putting his hands onto the table and staring Buffy straight in the eyes. She abruptly looked down.

“And you are alive to tell the tale?” joked Xander.

The room got quiet.

“That’s what’s so fabulous about Buffy The Good’s return isn’t it? She’s not alive,” said Faith looking directly into Buffy’s eyes. “She’s a vampire.”

Xander laughed. “Oooh that’s a good one, you almost had me there Faith...Buffy a vampire...”

Xander’s laughter trailed off as no one either joined him or denied that Buffy would never let herself be turned.

“I...I’m just gonna go...” said Buffy, standing up from her chair and heading towards Willow who still clutched Buffy’s thermos.

“So it’s true then?” asked Giles calmly though she could see his body was fraught with tension.

Faith stood up as well, and took a stake out of her jean jacket and handed it to the Watcher.

“Hey! You can’t stake her!” yelled Willow, “She’s Buffy!”

“She’s a vamp!” Faith argued back.

“She hasn’t killed anyone!” protested Willow.

“How can you be sure?” questioned Giles as he stared at his Slayer, his eyes full of disappointment.

“She sure looked like she was planning on making Jonathan a snack last night...” said Faith.

Willow stared shocked at her friend. “You were gonna eat Jonathan?”

Buffy looked from Faith to Willow and back again. She reminded her self of a bunny who was being watched by something that was gonna eat her. She couldn’t understand why Faith hadn’t mentioned the fact that she had bitten her either. Guess she’s not too proud of being got the better of.

“I wasn’t gonna kill him,” she finally admitted.

“Uh huh, and I suppose your undead boytoy was just throwing me around for kicks...” said Faith.

“Well he was a bit ticked off that you were trying to off his Childe,” defended Buffy.

“You’re a vampire?” said Xander finally, stunned. “No...”

“I’m afraid it’s true Xander,” Buffy confirmed, taking her thermos finally from Willow and heading towards the door. “Look I know this is a shock, I...I don’t know how the rest of my life or unlife is gonna turn out but I had hoped that I would be able to count on your friendship. I’m sorry that I’ve disappointed you.” Buffy turned and walked out of the library when no one made a move to do anything.

Buffy felt a tear roll down her face. She clutched her thermos to her chest and exhaled an unneeded breath. She felt that she had just lost everything dear to her. But how did you expect them to react? she asked herself.

Buffy headed to the cafeteria, choosing a table as far away from the windows as possible and poured herself a mug of warm blood. It is going to be a long day...
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tbc...
 

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Chapter 5: In the Basement

Buffy stepped out of her last class of the day, avoiding the glare of Xander and stepped straight into Spike.

Her audible gasp was heard by more than one of her fellow classmates. Without a word, Spike grabbed her wrist and led her to the basement of the school.

“What the fuck are you doing Spike?” she yelled, jerking her arm out of his grasp.

“Where the bloody hell have you been?” he yelled right back at her.

Buffy stood back, her hands on her hips waiting for him to answer her question first.

He was on the point of answering her when he realised what she was doing.

“No,” he said, shaking his head to the negative. “That’s not how it’s gonna be, Goldilocks. I’m your Sire and you will do what I say.” Spike walked into her personal space to the point of being able to tell what flavour gum she was chewing. “Now where the bloody hell were you?”

Buffy’s stance crumbled under his tone and she looked down into his black tee shirt and sighed. “I went to Willow’s and then I went home, to my mother’s house,” she said quietly. Her demeanour changed though when she remembered why she had left the Bronze and she took a step back, her gaze hard. “You didn’t want me, you were sucking face with Drusilla in the middle of the fucking Bronze!” she screamed at him.

“Hold on now,” he said. “She kissed me, not the other way around, and bloody hell Buffy, I was just so glad that she hadn’t run off and gotten herself dusted. There’s a Slayer in this town or have you forgotten?”

Buffy rolled her eyes and took a step towards him. “I know. I just was so mad.” She grabbed the lapels on his duster and pulled him even closer. “You are mine! Not hers, not anyone else’s!”

Spike nodded, suddenly mesmerized by her lips.

“You are bloody beautiful when you are right ticked off,” he commented softly.

“You are changing the subject Spike,” she whispered back.

“Damn right I am,” he said, finally taking her lips with his own in a searing kiss.

Buffy moaned against the assault her lips were under, his tongue begging entrance to her mouth. His hands were everywhere at once, seeking out the skin that he had missed touching since their spat. Spike ran his hands up her bare thighs, pushed aside the thin scrap of cloth that covered her mound and began to tease her folds.

Buffy sank human teeth into his lower lip, and muffled his growl of delight. She weaved her fingers through his platinum blonde tresses.

God, she had missed him, and his fingers, and his tongue, and his...

Spike snaked his free hand up under her shirt and began twisting and pulling on a single nipple until it was a puckered point.

Buffy licked her way down Spike’s neck, focusing in on the marks she had left when he had turned her. Her mating marks. Shifting into game face, she slid her fangs into her marks, his blood pooling in her mouth.

“Mine,” she whispered against his neck, her legs quivering at the attentions he was giving to her nether regions.

“Yours,” he whispered back, as he plunged two fingers into her glistening depths. Circling her clit with his thumb, he backed her into the basement wall, tearing off her panties that were just getting in the way now.

Spike dropped to his knees and nuzzled the soft flesh of her thigh, breathing in her scent. Slowly, he worked his tongue up past her folds and began the excruciatingly slow process of laving every part of her pussy with his expert tongue.

Buffy’s eyes rolled back into her head, and clutched at his hair, holding him in place, his nose nudging her clit at random times. Buffy gasped as he sank his tongue into her wet channel, licking up her juices.

“Oh, god, Spike,” she moaned.

She could tell he smiled, delighted with the way she called out his name.

Sensing she was close, Spike began nibbling along her thigh, having replaced his tongue with his nimble fingers. Bringing is game face to the fore, he bit down on the soft flesh of her inner thigh, while giving her pussy a few thrusts of his fingers, sending her over the edge.

Without letting her recover from the experience, Spike stood and unzipped himself, positioning his hard cock at her entrance, blood still on his lips.

Spike lifted his mate up and she sank down happily onto his thick shaft, wrapping her legs around his torso.

The two vampires looked into each other’s amber eyes as they moved in rhythm, their moans echoing through the basement of the school. Their lips met, their borrowed blood mingling on their tongues.

Pinning her against the wall, his hands holding the firm globes of her ass against his pelvis he groaned in the perfect ecstasy of their joining.

Buffy leaned her head down and licked the blood flowing from the bite she had given him, the taste of it just adding fuel to her already over stimulated core. She could feel blood trickling down her leg from his bite mark, and their combined thrusts making healing difficult.

Buffy tightened her channel muscles causing an audible growl from the Master vamp, and a renewed fury of thrusts. Without warning, Spike slid his fangs into her neck, over his siring marks and drank, bringing her over the edge once more.
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Buffy looked up from her chemistry text book and frowned at her lover, who was pacing the halls relentlessly.

“Spike! Stop pacing!” she ordered from her spot on the floor in front of her locker.

“It’s bloody exasperating is what it is. Here we are sitting ducks for your bloody Watcher and the other Slayer to slay us, while what? We wait like pigeons for your mother to come pick us up after bloody school? Right pathetic it is.”

“We are not pigeons, Spike. My mom said she’d pick me up, and I am NOT walking around in the sewers to get back to my house. First of all, ewww, and secondly who wants to walk, I’ll get blisters from my new shoes.” Buffy lifted her foot up off the ground, wiggled her toes. “You like?” she asked.

Spike gave her a look that said, that this wasn’t the time to be talking about foot ware.

“Besides, I haven’t seen or heard from Giles or Faith since this morning when it was all, ‘Buffy’s a vampire’ let’s stake her.”

“And you don’t think they’ll want to continue that conversation say, when there are less nosy students runnin’ around? Like say, nowish?”

“I’m hoping for the best, and if not, I’ve got you for back up now,” she said smiling, remembering their little make out/make up session in the basement.

“I don’t understand why you even came back to this dump, you are above all this now, Goldilocks. You don’t need this place.”

Buffy sighed. “Maybe, but my mom thinks I do.”

Spike rolled his eyes.

“Hey! My mom’s been very accepting of the whole new lifestyle of the undead here...”

“Soddin’ school,” he muttered.

“Maybe I want to go to school? Maybe I didn’t want to have a whole weird new life, Maybe I wanted the one I had, except with you in it too? Well with mom being ‘it’s ok that you are undead Buffy, we’ll work around it,’ I’m thinkin’ it might happen. ‘Course that was before you and Ho-zilla started with the make out sessions at the Bronze.”

“Oy! I apologized for that!”

“Yes, but the mental trauma is deep and scaring. I expect presents and lots of them,” she said with a smirk.

“Might I remind you about the physical trauma you caused to my car?” he reminded her, his scared eyebrow raised.

“Oh, right,” she giggled.

Spike smiled back, only to frown when he smelt the faint scent of someone he’d met before. Catching Buffy’s eye, he realised that she smelt it too. They were being watched. Buffy put down her chemistry book and stood up.

“Willow,” Buffy called out with warning. “You can come out, I can smell you.”

Willow stepped from behind the corner of the hallway and shuffled forward.

“Do I smell bad?” she asked with a cringe. “I mean, I had a shower this morning...”

Buffy laughed. “No, I mean I could smell you because I have super power nose now. You don’t stink.”

Willow looked relieved. “Good, cause part of duties of best friend: letting friends know when they smell and save them for being a social pariah.”

“Duly noted,” agreed Buffy. “What’s up?” Buffy tried to be all nonchalant about the whole Willow spying on her, considering that she hadn’t seen Willow since the Giles wanna stake episode.

“I saw Jonathan,” said Willow. “He told me about you and the Bronze. He didn’t know you were trying to kill him.”

Buffy frowned, unsure where her friend’s babbling was heading.

“Were you really gonna eat Jonathan?” Willow asked.

Buffy looked caught. She looked back and forth between Spike and Willow a few times before answering.

“I was,” said Buffy sadly. “But I swear I wasn’t gonna kill him. Just a snack.”

“Bloody hell,” muttered Spike.

“I guess that’s ok then,” said Willow. “Have you, have you killed anyone since you’ve been turned?”

“No,” said the former Slayer softly.

“And what’s in the thermos? Or was in the thermos, cause you probably had that for lunch?” asked Willow.

“You ate out of a bloody thermos?” raged Spike behind her.

“It was pig’s blood. My mom got it for me from the butcher’s,” explained Buffy.

Willow smiled. “Buffy! You’re a good Vampire, like Angel was.”

Buffy shook her head no. “I don’t have a soul, Willow...”

“Bloody right you don’t,” muttered Spike.

There was a honking from outside.

“That’s my mom. Can I call you tonight Wills?” Buffy asked. “You know, the whole best friend thing?”

“Absolutely,” said Willow with a smile on her face. “And don’t worry about Xander, he’ll come around soon I think. He really misses you.”

Buffy rushed to hug Willow before picking up her chemistry text and her long coat and racing towards the car.

“She doesn’t have a soddin’ soul,” muttered Spike in Willow’s direction before lifting his duster up over his head and running to Mrs. Summers’ car.
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Chapter 6: Words

Joyce held open the door for her undead daughter and her similarly life challenged boyfriend to run through, coats over their heads.

“Do you have much homework?” Joyce asked, closing the door and walking to the kitchen to fix Buffy an after school snack.

“Yeah, a bunch. I did miss a few days,” said Buffy hanging up her coat.

With a sigh she turned to face her lover and mate and sire.

“We have to talk,” she said quietly.

“Buffy? I heated up some blood for you,” called her mother from the kitchen.

“Meet me in my room?” Buffy asked.

Spike nodded and headed up the stairs.

In the kitchen Joyce was puttering around. Buffy’s glass of red liquid sat standing out from the white counter top of the island.

“I won’t allow you to have sex in this house Buffy,” said Joyce straight off. “I know you sent him up to your room. There have to be certain rules...”

Buffy cut her mother off. “Mom! I didn’t bring Spike here to have sex. We have some issues that need to be talked out. Things we didn’t get to say at school. We have to resolve a lot of things before we can move on.”

“He expects you to live with him doesn’t he? I don’t know if I like that Buffy. You are still just a teenager. You don’t know...”

“I know mom. I know. I lived with him for most of the summer. I lived the life he’s gonna want me to live again. I couldn’t do it before...”

“And what makes you think you can do it now? I don’t know how vampires are supposed to live Buffy. But I do know that you were so unhappy when you came home, what your father told me...”

“Dad knew nothing,” Buffy snapped. She took a deep breath and continued on in a quieter tone. “ Yes, I was unhappy. I want us to be able to work out. I love him mom.”

Joyce looked softly at her daughter.

“If he hurts you again, I have an axe where I can get to it if I need to.”

Buffy smiled up at her mom before giving the older woman a hug.

“Now, finish up your blood and go talk to your boyfriend.”

Buffy picked up her glass of blood and guzzled it down. “Chicken?” asked Buffy.

“Turkey actually,” said her mother. “We’re having cow for dinner.”

“We?”

“Well you and William, cow blood. I’m having steak.”
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“We need to talk,” she said as she closed the door to her room behind her.

“That we do love,” said the figure lying on her bed, his hands behind his head.

“You aren’t happy with me,” she whispered sadly. “I’m not what you expected. Maybe Drusilla was right; maybe I did come back wrong. I just know that I don’t want to have to give up my life, because I gave up my life.”

Spike sat up, a furious look on his eyes.

“You’re right I’m not happy. Do you think I’m happy that you run away, leave me wondering if you’ve gone and gotten yourself staked. Do you think I wanted to have a Childe that doesn’t know her place?”

“My place? My place is by your side as your Mate Spike!”

“That’s right, once you’re all trained up. A fledge cannot be mistress over a clan Buffy!”

Buffy looked at her lover shocked.

“Get out!” she yelled.

“What? What did I say?” he asked, standing up from the bed.

“Get. Out,” she seethed. “Get out before I have to find a stake...”

“Hold on just a bleedin’ minute love, I don’t know what’s gotten into your pretty little head. I said nothin’ that isn’t true.”

“That makes it so much better Spike! Get out!”

“Goldilocks, love, be reasonable.”

“Reasonable? Be reasonable? Be reasonable to the man who just old me that I’m too young to do what I did all last summer? You are gonna let Drusilla lord it over me aren’t you? You aren’t going to do a ‘bloody’ thing.” Buffy’s tone turned more sad than angry. “I’m just some fledge, some fledge you are gonna let the minions step all over. Hey you know what? Maybe they can fight over me again, this time maybe they can fight over who gets to bed me while Drusilla’s keeping you all satisfied, instead of who gets to kill me!”

Spike stepped forward, grabbing onto her tightly and pulling her close to him.

“Not going to bloody happen,” he said quietly, his eyes staring her down. She was his, and his alone. He wasn’t going to share her with anyone, let alone those idiot minion. “You are mine! Anyone that touches you will find themselves without a head.”

“I lived it Spike, I know how it works,” Buffy replied coolly, pulling herself out of his grip.

Spike threw up his hands in frustration. “If you didn’t want this unlife...then why?”

Buffy looked up at him, green eyes glistening.

“Because a Slayer and a Vampire is wrong. It was killing me.” Buffy put her hand to her heart. “It was killing my soul. I love you so much. I just wanted to be with you. Just you. Not Drusilla, not your minions. You, William the Bloody. My Spike. I was willing to give up my soul to be with you.”

Suddenly she was wrapped in his arms, and sobbing on his shoulder.

“Why does life have to be so complicated?”
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Hours later, free from the emotional turmoil for the moment, Buffy was roused from her lounging position on her bed with Spike, who had been muttering sweet nothings in her ear, by her mother.

“I thought I said no sex in this house!” said the slightly irate mother.

“Mom!” protested Buffy. “We didn’t do anything, just talking!”

“Xander is down stairs. He wants to talk to you, Buffy,” informed Joyce, her arms crossed standing in the doorway.

Buffy placed a small kiss on Spike’s cheek and extricated herself from his arms. She passed her mother on her way down the stairs.

Joyce turned to Spike who was still longing on the bed.

“We need to talk.”

The master vampire had a feeling that this was going to be one of those days where he wished that he had a dollar for every time some one said that to him.

“Fire away Joyce,” he said, sitting up on the bed.

“I want her living here with me,” stated the figure in the doorway. “And I want you to tell her it’s ok.”

“It’s not bloody ok, Joyce. She belongs with me,” he explained.

“She’s been hurt, by you, William. She needs time to learn to trust you again.”

Spike looked up curiously at the mother of his mate. Interfering woman.

“I need to be able to trust you again too William,” continued Joyce.
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Buffy trod downstairs lightly, to see Xander standing nervously in her front hallway.

“Xander?”

“Buffy,” gulped the boy as he shifted from foot to foot. “I...I had to come. I’m sorry about the deal in the library. It’s just...you’re a vampire!”

“I got the memo Xander.”

“All this time, with the wackiness of the slaying, vampires equal bad, you know?” he continued on as if she hadn’t said anything.

Buffy nodded.

“Jesse was evil.”

“Jesse wanted to snack on you Xander. He wanted acceptance from his sire. And yeah he was evil. It doesn’t mean I am.”

“I want you not to be evil Buff.”

Buffy smiled at her friend.

“I don’t think I am. Soulless sure, have cravings for blood and yeah I have a sunlight issue, but I don’t think I’m evil. I don’t want to snack on you.”

“And the Sire thing?” asked Xander hesitantly.

Buffy cast a glance up at the second floor of her house. “He’s currently getting the third degree by my mother.”

“Beware mad moms,” joked Xander.

“Oh god yes,” smirked Buffy.

“Willow said...”

“I wasn’t gonna kill Jonathan,” she denied. “Spike’s not too happy about that, but it’s the truth.”

“Faith...”

“Faith is not my favourite person right now,” said Buffy. “Have you talked to Giles?”

Xander looked down at his feet.

“It’s ok if you haven’t. I just...I’d like it if he didn’t want to stake me on sight, you know.”

Xander nodded. “It’s gonna take me a while, you know, to get used to...this.”

“I understand.”
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Buffy returned to her room expecting Spike to have vacated in the face of her mother’s demands. She had had a pretty good idea about exactly what her mom had wanted to talk to Spike about.

What Buffy found in her room though, was her mate, sitting with his head in his hands waiting for her to come back. He looked up at her with worry in his eyes.

“She didn’t scare you too much did she?” asked Buffy sitting beside him.

“No love. Talking with her put some things into perspective though.”

“How’d she do that?”

“It wasn’t what she said, it was that she knew so bloody much...”

“I talk to my mom Spike.”

“You told her about the minions?”

Buffy nodded.

“How could I not? Spike...”

“She wants you here, with her.”

“I know.”

“Is it what you want?” he asked defeated.

Buffy paused for a moment, feeling out just what she wanted. “Yes and no.”

Spike gave her a look of confusion.

“Hold on, before you start yelling, let me explain. This summer, was difficult. I have to know that it’s going to be different. Not just different in the sense that I am one with the drinking of blood. I have to know that you’ll put me first, above the minions, above Drusilla, above all the macho vampire crap. If you can’t do that then the best place for me, is to stay here, with mom.”

Spike exhaled an unneeded breath. This was going to be difficult.

“I can’t let you.”

Buffy’s calm demeanour changed in an instant.

“What do you mean you can’t let me?” she raged.

“Nothing’s changed Goldilocks! You are still a fledge, and my Childe! I won’t let you be away from me. The other vamps will think I’m weak, can’t control my own Childe! All that macho vampire crap? Well it‘s not going away. You‘re a bloody vamp now, Goldilocks. Whether you like it or not, the vampire crap stays, Drusilla stays, the minions stay.”

Buffy snorted.

“Since when do you care what the other vampires think Spike?”

“I don’t. I care what I think. I think that a fledge that doesn’t obey their sire is an embarrassment.“

“I embarrass you?“ she sniffed.

“You’re a fledge that doesn’t listen, hasn’t fed, properly, and goes to soddin’ school! If Angelus were here, you’d be a bloody mess on the floor.“

“Don’t talk about him,“ she ordered.

“See, that’s what I’m talking about. You still think that you’re the almighty Slayer. News flash Buffy. You’re dead. You better start internalizing that particular fact. You aren’t the slayer. You aren’t even human anymore. You are a vampire Buffy. Not on the side of good, not this town’s guardian angel. You’re a fledge, my fledge and you will do what I say.”

Spike shook his head softly as he smelled her try to hold back her tears. His words were harsh but they had to be said. Spike rose from the bed and walked towards his mate, carefully putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Look, love, I know what you expected. I had the same expectations when I was fledged. Wanted it to be bloody paradise, do what I want, to whom I wanted with my dark wicked princess by my side. The illusion was shattered when she introduced me to Angelus and Darla. I had it much rougher than you ever will, that I promise you.”

Buffy shrugged out of his touch and moved away towards the window of her room, a tear rolling down her cheek.

Silence filled the room occasionally interrupted by a sniffle from the former slayer.

“Is it going to take twenty years before we have the unlife I want?” she finally whispered, breaking the silence.

“Twenty years?” he asked a little confused.

“You had almost twenty years before Angel got his soul, before you and Dru could be together. Am I going to have to wait that long?”

Spike crossed the room in a swift motion and gathered her up into his strong arms, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“No, love. It won’t be anything like I had. I won’t be sharing you and you won’t be sharing me. Not even Drusilla can make me leave you.”

Her useless breath hitching, Buffy nodded. Slowly she turned to face her Sire and mate, planting a kiss on his lips chastely.

“I’d like to think that if I still said no, that you’d respect my wishes,” she whispered sadly, her fingers tracing the line of his face. “Reality Buffy knows that it’s not going to happen though.”

With a sigh she started going through her drawers. “I may be a fledge, Spike, I might be your childe, but I won’t be pushed around, not by you, not by Drusilla.” Buffy turned, her hands gripping the edge of the dresser and stared her mate down. “You are mine, Spike. Any woman puts their lips on yours and they loose them, got me?” she threatened. “And I still go to school.”

“Bloody hell,” he exclaimed, before pausing to consider it. “Any other conditions then love?”

Buffy cocked her head to the side, thinking hard. With a coy smile she turned her eyes back on her sire. “So just how long do you think it will take us to get together again?” she asked lust in her eyes as she reached for Spike’s duster.

“How fast can you get those knickers off pet?” he countered his fingers running over her arms sensually.
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tbc...
 

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Chapter 7: Spanking Baby

The minions were looking at her funny. She’d been gone for a day now and there were minions. There hadn’t been minions when she left. Drusilla must be all eager to set up shop as Master Vamp in Sunnydale.

Buffy glared right back at the minions, while trying to forget that she was being led by the neck, rather harshly by her sire. At least he had had the kindness to wait until her mother was asleep before dragging her back here. It probably wasn’t kindness, he was probably unwilling to get on Mom’s bad side. she thought.

She hadn’t wanted to come back to this whole situation, but the harshest of realities came crashing down when she had looked into his beautiful blue eyes, that were pleading with her silently to come back with him.

Clad in flannel piggy pyjamas, Buffy was chained to the wall in Spike’s bedroom. No, Buffy corrected herself, their bedroom, only to see Drusilla float into the room, her gauzy regency dress rippling in the breeze that came through the open window.

“My William’s brought the naughty Baby back to the fold. Lamb to the slaughter. Miss Edith spoke of this day, when the tea set would crumble. Is Baby ready for the shearing?” cooed the mad vampire.

Spike stepped in front of his sire.

“Dru? What’s gotten into that head of yours pet?”

Drusilla smiled evilly. “Miss Edith wants to have a bath. Could Baby fill the tub?”

Buffy had no idea what Drusilla was talking about but she had a bad, bad feeling about this bath...or whatever the doll was supposed to take, and her filling it.

Spike shook his head no. “She’s mine Dru. I’ll punish her how I like, and you’ll leave off your mutterings,” he said forcefully.

Inwardly Buffy felt relief. Drusilla exited the room muttering something about Daddy and whips. With his sire gone and the door closed, Spike turned to Buffy and looked her up and down.

“She’s right, pet,” he said calmly.

Buffy raised an eyebrow, “About bath time for the doll?” Buffy asked.

“No,” he said without a hint of the realisation that she was trying to joke with him, while she was tied to the wall. “That you need to be punished.”

She would have been scared if not for the very obvious leer he was giving her, or the fact that she noticed a very prominent bulge in his pants.

“Are you gonna punish me?” she asked coyly.

“Gotta know your place don’t you?” he said, tossing his duster on the bed behind him.

“How about your place?” she asked giving him a look to rival his own suggestive glance.

Buffy smiled as she noted the reaction in his pants.

In an instant, Spike was undoing the manacles that tied her to the wall, his lips peppering her face with kisses. Then, without warning she was pantless and bent over his knee.

“Oh no you don’t!” she screamed.

“In my day, this was how parents dealt with wilful children, love.”

“Spike, this is not your day and you are so not spanking me!”

He answered with a hard smack to her rear end.

“Spike!” she screamed indignantly.

He couldn’t help but chuckle. With a growl, Buffy took advantage of her sire’s distraction and righted herself, straddling his lap. With a sly smile from the childe, she pressed her lips to his, her tongue sweeping across begging entrance to his mouth. Her hands wove roughly into the curls at the back of his neck, forcing Spike to turn with her, falling on the bed behind him.

Busy Buffy hands crawled their way up his shirt. She was very conscious of the fact that she had no pants on, and that he had too many clothes on for her liking. Her little fingers travelled downwards towards the button of his fly intent on making the playing field even.

Cool hands grasped her own and she was flipped in one fluid motion, her back on the bed and his black clad form pressing her into the mattress.

“Tsk, tsk, love. I’m the one in charge in this little scenario,” came his seductively low voice.

His hands seemed to be everywhere on her body at once: unbuttoning her pyjama top, ghosting over her stomach, placing feather touches along the insides of her thighs. Unconsciously her legs spread further, eager for Spike’s touch. His teasing touches were driving her crazy. She needed him to actually touch her, do something to relieve the pressure.

Buffy bucked up trying to catch his hand as yet again he pulled his nimble fingers away from between her legs.

Buffy looked up to see him removing his boots and unbuckling his belt.

Thank god! she silently screamed.

The mattress shifted as he knelt over her again, kissing his way up her stomach all the way to her soft lips.

Buffy felt a tug at her wrists and realised that she had been had. She looked up to see her hands snugly bound by Spike’s belt to the headboard.

“Spike!” she yelled.

He laughed for a moment, before removing his shirt and headed for the closet.

Buffy watched and admired his fine ass, as he rattled around in the closet for a moment, clearly looking for something important. Moments later Spike emerged from the closet holding a chain.

A chain?

Spike panther crawled up the length of her body once more this time letting his tongue paint a slick trail from her navel to her lips.

Buffy eagerly took his tongue in her mouth, her own thrusting into his mouth. Suddenly, Spike pulled away and Buffy was aware of the chain that was now around her neck.

Fuck! was the first response that flitted through her head.

With a click, Buffy’s hands were free and she felt tension on her neck as Spike pulled the choke chain dog collar towards him.

“You seem to have forgotten just who is the Sire and who is the Childe, Goldilocks,” he purred. “I think you need a reminder.”

Buffy was on all fours now, facing her smug sire. Unfortunately she was still feeling the effects of his prolonged teasing, and desperately needed some friction down there. He noticed the not so subtle way she had begun trying to give herself some relief by rubbing her legs together.

Spike gave a tug to the collar she was wearing, bringing her to the edge of the bed and off to the floor. Sitting on the ground, her eyes full of apprehension, Buffy looked up at the vampire she loved and wondered exactly what he was going to make her do.

Suddenly Spike was down on the ground with her, holding her chin up, forcing her to look into his eyes.

“Aw, love, I can’t stand it when you look at me like that,” he whispered.

“Then don’t do this,” she begged.

Spike stood up and glared at her. “Vampire now pet, gotta learn.”

“Learn what? That if I don’t do what you say you’ll hurt me?” her voice full of hurt.

“I’m your Sire, Goldilocks, not some sap that’s pussy whipped.”

Buffy snorted at that, resulting in another painful tug at the collar.

She smothered her protest that it hurt and looked up at him with big eyes waiting for his command. She was going to get through this night, and never come back here again.

“Unzip me,” he ordered.

Her little fingers complied with his order, sliding the zipper down slowly, and watching as he popped out of the denim confines. With a gulp and her resolve face setting up permanent residence on her face, Buffy inched forward to take him in her mouth.

Spike tugged again on the chain.

“Didn’t tell you to do that love,” he whispered.

Now she was confused.

“Are you playing with me?” she asked.

Spike gave her that smug smile of his and scooped her up into his arms and set her down on the bed.

“Just wanted to know how far you would go, love,” he said staring into her eyes. “I love you, you are my mate, we should be equals. It’s the damned expectations of my sire and the whole order that get in the way.”

Buffy nodded and let him kiss away her fears as she formed a goal in her head. Drusilla had to go.
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Once Spike had decided that the rest of the clan thought she had been punished enough, Spike let her roam freely through the mansion, and the freedom to come and go as she pleased.

And the first thing she did was get a note to explain her absence from school from her mother.

Sure her mom wasn’t thrilled that she was living with Spike and countless vampire minions, but she was more concerned about that education thing than where she resided. And as long as she had dinner with her mother three times a week, Joyce was a happy camper.

So it seemed to Buffy that she was living some horrible double life. Oh wait, no she was continuing with her strange double life, except she wasn’t alive in this scenario and she wasn’t the Chosen One. Spending nights with Spike in the mansion, going to school, evenings with her mom, and then back to mansion after her mom went to sleep. Buffy wasn’t sure exactly when she was supposed to sleep.

But after a few days of this she had gotten used to the routine, taking naps whenever she could, and avoiding Giles and Faith like the plague. Of course she hadn’t had lots of time for friends and she could tell that Willow and Xander were craving friend time.

And nothing says friend time like patrolling.

It was familiar, it was something that she knew Spike would have a problem with, but then he didn’t need to know did he?

Granted now that she was being held by a tentacle monster by the neck, against a tree, Buffy regretted not telling her mate exactly where she was going tonight. She didn’t have Slayer strength anymore, and clearly she wasn’t going to win this one without some help. Yes she was still strong, but there was that fleeting thought that passed through her head that maybe as the Slayer she would have been able to take this thing out faster.

And eww he was slimy. And yeah she didn’t need to breathe, but forming words while being choked, not really happening.

“Nnnrrf! Nnnrrf!” was all she could get out.

Near a picnic table, Buffy could hear the frantic babbling of Willow as she searched for something to kill the demon. Panic wasn’t always a good thing for Willow in a crisis situation.

“Oh, God! Demon! Demon! What kills a demon?!”

“Nnnrrf! Nnnrrf!” Buffy tried to make her friend understand. She was really starting to get scared that the demon was going to take off her head, the way this was going.

“Oh, Nerf! Not Nerf. Knife!” exclaimed Willow who was still searching for something in her bag. Finding the knife, Willow ran and tossed the weapon to her friend.

Extremely relieved to finally have a weapon and some possible control over the situation, Buffy plunged the knife into the monster’s chest, killing it. Unfortunately Buffy ended up underneath it.

“Okay,” said Buffy getting up with help from Xander and Willow. “That was too close for comfort. Not that slaying is ever comfy, but... you know what I mean?” Buffy exhaled an unneeded breath. “If you guys hadn't been here to help...”

Buffy cringed, Spike would not be happy to find her dust somewhere.

“But, we were, and we did, and, and we're all fine,” noted Willow extra cheerfully. “Isn't he gonna go poof?” the red head asked.

“Mm, I guess these guys don't. We'll have to bury him or something. Uhhf...”observed Buffy. “Makes you appreciate vamps, though. No fuss, no muss.”

Willow had brought snacks. Sitting around the picnic table, only a few feet away from the dead demon, Buffy looked appreciatively at her friends. Her friends, not Faith’s. Her friends that didn’t care that she was a vampire.

“So how come Faith was a no-show? I thought mucus-y demons were her favourites,” wondered Xander as he absently munched on a snack.

Buffy gave her friend a look. “Xander, Faith? And the wanna-stake-a-tude? I think she‘s all ‘do it alone girl‘.”

“I detect worry,” observed Xander.

“A little bit. Slaying's a rough gig. Too much alone time isn't healthy. Stuff gets pent up. Plus, dust I so don’t wanna be.”

“We should try to do more socializing with her,” noted Willow. “You know, try to convince her of the non bitey-ness of you?”

“Well, burial detail aside, does this cap us off for the day?” asked Xander.

“You got plans?” asked Buffy with a raised eyebrow.

“I cannot stress enough how much I don't have plans.”

“No luck reaching Cordelia?” the vampire asked with concern.

“I've left a few messages. Sixty... Seventy... But you know what really bugs me?” Xander asked turning to Willow. “Okay, we kissed. It was a mistake. But I know that was positively the last time we were ever gonna kiss.”

“Darn tootin'!” agreed Willow quickly.

“And they burst in, without even knocking? I mean, this is really all their fault,” continued Xander.

“Your logic does not resemble our Earth logic,” observed Buffy.

“Mine is much more advanced.”

“At least tomorrow's Monday, another school day,” replied Willow.

“Well, that's good. You know, focus on school. That's the strong Willow way to heal,” said Buffy.

“Actually, I was more thinking Oz will be there, and I can beg for forgiveness.”

“That works, too,” said Buffy with a smile.

“I-I wanna be strong Willow, but then I think I may never get to be close to Oz again, and it's like all the air just goes out of the room.”

“I know the feeling,” agreed Buffy.

“Right. I mean, you went through it with Spike, and you're still standing. So tell us, Wise One, how do you deal?” asked Xander.

“I have you guys,” said Buffy with a smile.
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tbc...
 

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