Silence

by Bugg

Chapter One ***Night Stalker***

A lone girl walked through the graveyard, stopping occasionally to gaze at the headstones in the full moon light unaware of the dark figure standing in the shadows watching her. A light breeze stirred the air, making her hair float about her face. The wind brought her scent to him and he breathed in the fragrance of peaches and coconut, a smile upon his face. Not one of his regular smirks, but one of the rare genuine smiles. She twirled the deadly wood between her fingers like a cheerleaders baton. Her voice carried over the silent night as she swore as she yet again dropped the stake to the ground. His smile widened in anticipation as he heard the shifting of dirt somewhere to the girls right. She walked over to the freshly turned dirt and waited. The man moved silently through the night, moving as if he were a shadow himself, to place himself close to the girl should she need his help yet hidden from her. A pale hand broke the surface of the ground and clutched the soil, dragging the body from the earth. The man could hear the girls heart beat speed up. The creature finally pulled its self from his grave and looked upon the girl with bloodlust foremost in his eyes.

“Oh look,” the creature growled. “Someone was thoughtful enough to deliver a little girl for my midnight snack.” The vampire leapt at the girl, fangs flashing in the moonlight. She dodged the fledgling and watched him knock over a headstone as he fell.

“I’m not a little girl.” She growled as best a human could. The vampire rose to his feet and came after the girl again. The man in the shadows watched as she dodged the creature again. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his trusty pack of smokes. Shielding the telltale flash of flame, he lit the cigarette and took a deep pull.

The girl had succeeded in a few hits to the vampires face before she raised her foot and kicked it hard between the legs. The creature fell to his knees in pain with a moan. She kicked again and connected with its face, knocking it to its back. She rammed her stake towards its heart, a smile on her face. Before the wood could connect, the girl was knocked to her back from a wide sweep of the vampire’s leg. The creature moved with superhuman speed and had the girl pinned before she could catch her breath. She gasped in fright as the vampire lowered his fangs to her neck, his weight pinning her to the ground. She called out a name to save her. The creatures cool tongue tickled her neck and she shut her eyes in fear, when the weight was finally gone from on top of her. She opened her eyes to see the dark figure strike to vampire hard across the face before plunging his own stake into the unbeating heart. The vampire exploded into dust, leaving the two alone.

“If you were looking to get bit I would be more than glad to help you out, pet.” The man said as he walked over to the girl and offered his hand. The girl scowled at him and let him pull her to her feet.

“Shut up Spike.” The girl spat out as she pushed past him and headed towards the exit of the cemetery. Spike smirked at her retreating back and hurried after her.

“I didn’t need your help.” She said with a scowl at the irritating vampire beside her. “I had him just where I wanted him.”

“Sure you did, pet.” Spike snorted. “You were lunch, luv.”

She glared at him again and walked faster to escape him. They walked the rest of the way to her house in silence. It wasn’t long before they were on the front porch. She dug in her pocket for her keys when she felt him grip her arm.

“You ok, bit?” Spike asked, concern evident on his face.

“I’m fine Spike.” Dawn replied. “Thanks.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and ran into the house, the door slamming shut behind her. Spike had just turned away when the door opened again, and Dawn’s head peeked out.

“I told mom I was watching TV with you.” She said with an imploring smile.

“If she asks, Nibblet.” Spike said with a shake of his head. “But no more slaying without backup.” Dawn nodded quickly and Spike turned and began to walk down the stairs.

“Spike?” Spike turned at the bottom of the stairs to look at her again. “Don’t tell Buffy.”

****Chapter 2****Part of the Gang?****

The sun filtered through the curtains, casting the Magic Box in a golden glow. Buffy stood in the center of a pool of pure ivory brilliance, lighting her ablaze, as if she were a Celestial Spirit from above. Spike sat watching her from his perch in the stairs leading to the top floor of the store, unable to tear his eyes away from her.

*It’s my fault the bit found out she was this key thing that the Glory bird is looking for. Now Buffy has another thing to fret about.* Spike cursed himself as his unattainable Seraph worried at her necklace, staring anxiously out into the setting sun.

“She should be here by now?” Buffy said, not looking away from the window.

“She’s only 15 minutes late.” Willow said, looking up from the book Tara and her were looking at. “She’s probably just gossiping with her friends.”

Buffy continued to stare out the window without answering, the mask of uneasiness never leaving her face.

“Buffy, come sit down. We must discuss exactly what we are going to do about Glory.” Giles called out, causing Buffy to sigh in resignation and walk over to the round table. She looked at the assembled group. Willow and Tara, both so loyal and dependable. Stacks of books almost three feet tall surrounded the girls, all but hiding them from the room as they dug through the mystical texts, trying to find any magical solution. Xander, trustworthy and truly the heart of the group. Thoroughly bored with the research, he flipped through the books at random, ogling the half naked pictures. Anya, guileless, and outspoken. Her love of money had her counting and recounting the money in the till dismayed at the loss of profits due to Giles’ insistence that the store close early to accommodate the meeting. And Giles, the closest thing the whole group had to a father figure. He continued to pour over the translations on Glory and the Key as if he may had missed something the first thirty times he had read them. Never willing to give up.

Buffy raised her eyes to watch Spike as he flicked his lighter on and off in boredom. He confused her. The night before when he had joined her at the table at the Bronze, he seemed to want to be part of the gang. Willow and Tara hd begun to treat him civilly Even her mom had let Dawn go over to his crypt last night to. . .wait.

“Spike, was Dawn at your crypt last night? Buffy demanded. Spike looked up, his eyes widening for a moment in surprise, stopping his snapping of the lighter.

“Uh, sure, Slayer. Why? Spike gave Buffy his most innocent look. The flame began to burn his fingers and he dropped the lighter with a curse.

“You were at the Bronze last night. When did you find time to watch TV with my sister? Buffy crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the vampire, trying not to laugh at his clumsiness.

Spike smirked at Buffy, not a bit embarassed, and resumed flicking the lighter. “It was cards and maybe you were just too busy with the new boyfriend to notice I left shortly after to keep my date with the bit.” Spike gave Buffy a smug smile.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Buffy replied, a peculiar look on her face. “And why was she at your crypt. That is so not a good place my little sister to be.” Spike was saved literally by the bell as the front door opened to the Magic Box and Dawn waltzed in. Her eyes lit up as she saw Spike sitting behind Buffy.

“Spike,” Dawn called out in delight as she gave him a large smile. “What are you doing her? Not that I don’t want you here, it’s just that you normally aren’t here to. . . “ Spike’s amused chuckle stopped Dawn in mid thought and cause her to blush.

“Just waiting for sundown so Big Sis and I can patrol.” Buffy watched as the two chatted animatedly, a twinge of jealousy hitting her. *Why can Spike make my sister like that.* Buffy thought to herself, a scowl crossing her features. *All I get these days is scowls when ever I open my mouth.* Giles’ voice broke through Buffy’s thoughts.

“Buffy we really need to discuss these Knights that you saw the other night. With them after-”Giles broke off at the glare that Buffy was giving him.

“Not right now ok Giles. Let’s discuss other things right now. Like how we are going to defeat Glory.” Buffy gave Dawn a furtive glance that thankfully she missed. Spike didn’t though. He watched at Buffy moved closer to Giles and the two began to argue quietly over what information they really didn’t want Dawn to know. Buffy’s golden hair bounced harshly against her face as she shook her head no. Spike couldn’t help but stare as the florescent lights bounced of her hair in waves, causing the flaxen strands to glow brilliantly. Her hazel eyes flashed in annoyance at her Watcher. *God she’s beautiful when she’s brassed.* Spike thought to himself. Buffy looked in his direction, causing Spike to rip his eyes from. her. He turned back to Dawn and saw her watching him with a combination of amusement and annoyance. “You haven’t heard a word I just said.” Dawn pouted, giving Spike her famous puppy dog eyes. Spike sighed in resignation.

“Sorry Nibblet. Got lost in thought is all.” Spike said glancing at the still fighting pair. An idea sparked, causing his eyes to sparkle. “Bloody hell this is boring don’t ya think there bit?” Spike said, loud enough for the room to hear. “What you say we go into the back and play us a round of cards.” Buffy looked at Spike in surprise, a grateful smile on her face. Spike’s face lit up at her appreciation. Dawn jumped from her seat excitedly and grabbed her bookbag.

“Sure.” Dawn said grabbing Spike and hauling him towards the training room. “You can teach me how to count cards again.” Spike looked worriedly back at Buffy to see her watching them, an amused twinkle in her eye.

“Don’t teach her anything Spike.” Buffy called after them, with a barley suppressed grin. “And watch the language.” Spike gave her his ‘Who me?’ look just before Dawn pulled him through the back door, slamming it behind them.

 ****Chapter 3****Glory****

Dawn stopped suddenly, causing Spike to run into her back.

“Bit, what’s wrong?” Spike asked as Dawn’s hand gripped his arm harder, digging her nails into the skin. He followed her gaze and found a blonde haired woman in a skin tight red dress standing by the pommel horse.

“Glory,” Spike hissed in hatred. He grabbed Dawn and thrust her behind him, towards the door only to find two of Glory’s minions blocking the escape route.

“Rude much.” Glory spat out with a shake of her head. “No one is leaving this little party until I give the slayer a little message.” Glory sauntered over to the pair, looking over Spike with an appraising eye. “I can see the perks of being a Vampire Slayer. The stamina along must clinch it for her.” Glory ran her hand over Spike’s face and down his chest.

“What the bloody ‘ell you talkin’ about.” Spike spat out, unwilling to move under Glory’s assault, lest it leave Dawn open for attack.

“Just how cute is he Dawnie.” Glory cooed. Dawn clutched at the back of Spike’s duster harder, pressing her self against him in fear. “The key, blondie.” Glory demanded, taking a handful of his hair in a painful grip. “The slayer has it, I want it and you are going to tell me where to find it.”

“Sod off. Spike spat out.

Before he could react, Spike found himself pinned to the pommel horse on the other side of the room, leaving Dawn alone .

“Not a sound now Dawnie.” Glory warned. “Or your sisters boyfriend here dies.” Two of Glory’s minions grabbed Dawns by the arms and forced her off to the side of the room. Dawn watch helplessly as Glory continued to run her hands over Spike’s chest while pinning him by the throat.

“Let’s see if I can dig it out of you.” Glory’s hand stopped at the collar of Spike’s shirt. With a quick pull, she ripped it down the middle, leaving his pale chest bare to her gaze. “Is the answer here?” Glory dug one of her fingers into Spike’s chest, over his heart.

“Not a sound now precious or Dawnie is next.” Glory whispers in Spike’s ear. He gritted his teeth, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as Glory wiggled her finger in the hole she made. “Nope. Not here.” Her finger pulled out with an audible pop. Spike looked over to see Dawn’s face turn an unhealthy shade of green.

“I'll tell you where the sodding key is. Just let the lil bit go. She doesn’t need to see this.” Spike gasped, around the pain in his chest. Glory’s eyes lit up in excitement. “Well Dawnie, looks like I don’t need you anymore. Jinx, take her outside, when I have my key you can let her go.” Spike sighed with relief as Dawn was drug reluctantly from the room and into the back alley, away from Glory.

“Now about my key.” Glory ran her hands lovingly over Spike’s chest. “What did they make it this time. A chair, a necklace, one of those cute little hair scrunchies. Tell me. “ Spike stared at Glory, amazed at how drastic her mood changes were. She was almost as bad as Dru. Spike shuddered at the thought.

“Here’s the thing. The key is a book.” Glory jumped back from Spike in delight, dancing around the room.

“A book. How terribly common. My key, what book.” Glory demanded, turning back to Spike.

“Ah, it’s a big book.” Spike frantically looked around the room, for any book. His eyes land on Buffy’s school books. “It is big with a red cover.” Glory followed Spike’s gaze and pounced on the book. As soon as she touched it her eyes harden.

“The vampire ... is lying to me.” Glory spat out, an evil grin on her face, her eyes slightly glazed. “Very irritating. Irrational. Know what I mean, tiny catfish? Like. . .” Glory grips her head in her hands and moans. “I'm feelin' a little...NO, not now, I’m so close.” Glory’s form begins to blur before Spike’s eyes. Her form shifting and moving under her dress. Spike blinked and in Glory’s place stood the man from last night at the Bronze with Buffy. The man was wearing Glory’s dress.

“Oh no, what has Glory done.” Ben walked over to Spike and gave him a hand up.

“Uh mate,” Spike said, a perplexed look on his face. “You just, uh, you are. . “

“Glory. Ya man. Don’t worry, you will forget this ever happened soon enough. Part of the sharing a body package. Anyone who sees the change forgets about it almost as soon as it happens.” Ben replied with a wave of his hand. His eyes widened in surprise. “Hurry get out of here. She’s coming.” Ben grabbed his head in his hands, ripping at the hair. All Spike could do was watch as Ben shifted and Glory stood before him again.

“As I was saying,” Glory said with a shake of her head. She backhanded Spike and he flew through the air, hitting his head against the floor, hard.

“You are lying to me.” Glory said as she stalked over to Spike and pinned him to the ground, a strong hand on his throat. Her free hand slashed across Spike’s chest, causing four fingernail shaped welts to appear. Spike hissed in pain and let out a weak giggle.

“Yeah ... but it was fun. And guess what, bitch. I'm not telling you jack. You're never gonna get your sodding key, 'cause you might be strong, but in our world, you're a moron.” Spike smirked a Glory.

“How dare you talk to me like that. I am a God.” Glory punched Spike hard in the face, breaking open his lip.

“The god of what, bad home perms?” Spike said around the blood in his mouth. Glory hit him again, tightening her hold on his neck.

“Shut up.” She punched Spike again, this time four quick hits to his stomach. “I command you to shut up.” Spike groaned with pain, coughing up blood.

“Yeah, okay, sorry, but I just had no idea that gods were such prancing lightweights.” Spike grinned at Glory’s dumfounded expression. “Mark my words, the Slayer ... is going to kick your skanky, lopsided ass back to whatever place would take a cheap, whorish, fashion victim ex-god li-.” Glory’s eyes hardened as she tighten her hand around Spike’s throat, cutting off his words.

“That wasn’t very nice. Just like it wasn’t very nice of the Slayer to sick those witches on me. I think that it is time to leave a little message.” Glory gripped Spike’s throat harder. He grabbed at her hands uselessly as he felt the bones in his neck begin to crack.

“I won’t kill you, even though I know you deserve it.” Glory said, an insane smile crossing her lips. “Just hurt you a lot.” She squeezed harder, digging her thumb into his throat, raining blow after blow on Spike’s helpless body. The last sound Spike heard before he slumped into unconsciousness from the pain, was the pop as Glory broke his voice box.

 ****Chapter 4****Evil?****

Dawn watched the hideous brown robed minions from her perch on a stack of packing crates. Two stood in front of the door to the Magic Box, not that she wanted to go back in with Glory anyway, and two more were blocking her escape from the alley. She couldn’t help but think of the pain Glory was inflicting on Spike. He was the only one who didn’t treat her like a freak when they found out that she was the key thing. Dawn mentally slapped herself again for even thinking for a second that Spike would betray her.

‘Buffy,’ Dawn screamed silently, tears running down her face. ‘Please help Spike.’ Dawn hid her face in her knees and sobbed quietly. She sat for what seamed like hours when the door suddenly crashed open to reveal a very pissed off God.

“Let’s go.” Glory demanded, as she swept down the alley, rage coming off her in waves.

“But most ravishing one,” a minion cowered. “What should we do with the girl.” Dawn looked up, her whole body cowering in fear. Glory looked at her thoughtfully before shaking her head.

“Forget her, the Slayer will get my message. I’m bored now, let’s find me a nice new dress. That stupid vampire got blood all over this one.” The group hurried out of the alley, following Glory like the good minions they were. Dawn sat for a moment to make sure they were gone before running into the Magic Box. Dawn stopped and stared at the unconscious vampire.

“Spike.” Dawn whispered, tears filling her eyes again. The vampire lay motionless in the middle of the training room. He was not dust so Dawn guessed he was alive, but his wounds were ghastly. Dawn rushed to his side and fell to her knees. Spike’s face was purple and swollen, one eye closed completely from the swelling. Small cuts and bruises covered his chest an stomach. Long fingernail tracks ran criss cross over his chest, like somebody’s demented idea at tic tack toe. His neck was the worst. If he had been alive he would have suffocated from the air loss. Part of his neck was sunken in and there were hand shaped purple marks surrounding his mutilated throat..

“B-Buffy.” Dawn whispered in anguish. Dawn ran her hand softly through Spike’s hair. “Buffy.” Dawn said a little louder, tears over flowing her eyes and trailing over her face. “BUFFY!” Dawn screeched over and over again, her shock induced wordlessness broken, the pain and horror evident in her voice.

The door burst open and the whole gang rushed in, armed to the teeth. Buffy was the first to reach Dawn. She looked down at the crumpled form that Dawn was knelt beside and gasped. Dawn continued to scream and Buffy fell to her knees beside her.

“Dawnie what happened.” Buffy asked, pulling Dawn into a strong embrace, rocking her to calm her. Dawn stopped screaming at Buffy’s touch and broke down into sobs. The others looked on in horror at the battered vampire. It was Tara who made the first move. She grabbed Willow’s hand and pulled her out of the room. They returned a few minutes later laden with towel, first aid kits and a basin of water. Buffy succeeded in pulling Dawn away from Spike to let the witches closer to the wounded vampire.

“Oh Spike,” Willow whispered, her eyes filling with tears. “Buffy, what do we do for him? Who could’ve done something like this?” Willow looked up at Buffy with pain filled eyes. Buffy was speechless. Dawn mumbled into her shoulder causing Buffy to jerk back with surprise. Dawn raised her tear streaked face and looked at Buffy.

“Glory did this.” Dawn ground out between clenched teeth. “She was back here when we came to play cards.”

“Dawnie are you alright.” Buffy demanded, looking her sister over in fear.

“I’m fine. Spike told her he would give her the Key if she didn’t make me watch what she was doing to him. It’s all my fault.” Pulling away from Buffy in shame, Dawn started to sob again. “If it wasn’t for me Spike would’ve been able to fight back. Instead he let her bea-” Her face crumpled in pain. “Do those things to him to protect me.” Buffy watched helplessly as Dawn fell to her knees, clutching her stomach, tears falling down her face.

“What do we do?” Willow asked, looking down at the damaged vampire. Giles took Dawn in his arm and carried her to the couch, away from the group.

“We fix him.” Buffy said, determination in her voice. “He saved Dawn. We fix him.” Willow looked up helplessly at her girlfriend. Tara gave her a small smile and began to wash Spike’s chest with a warm cloth.

“What can I do.” Xander asked quietly, and smiled sadly at Buffy’s startled look. “He saved the Dawnster. Anything to help.” Buffy smiled and walked over to Xander to give him a hug.

“We need blood.” Buffy said as she released her friend. “Human blood will help him heal faster.” Xander nodded and took Anya’s hand.

“We’re on it. We’ll pick off a Red Cross truck if we have to .” Xander said with a wry smile as he pulled Anya out of the room. Buffy sank to her knees beside Spike. She tentatively ran her hand across his face, in a gentle caress.

“I don’t understand.” Buffy whispered. “Why would he let her do this to him.” Tara looked at Buffy, a gentle smile upon her lips.

“He’s not as evil as he likes us to think.” Buffy looked at Tara in shock. “Oh sure. Vampire, bloodsucker but he had feelings. Do you really think that the chip is what made him stop?” Buffy looked at Tara in confusion. “We need to take off his shirt. I can levitate him but I need you to pull it off.” Willow laid out a towel beside Spike’s lifeless body. Buffy laughed to herself at the thought. Of course his body was lifeless, he’s a vampire.

Willow and Tara moved back and began to chant quietly. Spike’s body rose slowly off the floor. Quickly, yet carefully, Buffy removed Spike’s duster and the ruined shirt. The witches slid Spike’s body so that he was over the soft towel and slowly lowered him to the ground. Buffy gasped now that she could see all the wounds clearly. Not an inch of his chest was spared. Blood welled up from dozens of cuts, a dark crimson against the pure paleness of his skin. At least four of his ribs were broken and there were finger shaped holes around his heart. Buffy grabbed the wet cloth and carefully bathed the scratches till they stopped their bleeding. His chest was peppered with bruises. Buffy ran her fingers softly against each one.

“He endured so much.” Buffy whispered, more to herself than to the witches sitting beside her. With a shake of her head, Buffy wrapped and bandaged each welt, wincing in sympathy as she recataloguing each mark. She had barely finished when Xander and Anya rushed into the room, brown paper bags clutched in their arms.

“We stopped by his crypt and grabbed a few of his things.” Xander said as he reached into one of the bags for thermos. “I had Willy heat up some of the good stuff for Spike.” Xander looked down and whistled softly. “Has he woken up yet?” Buffy shook her head as she took the jug from him.

“No. Not even when I wrapped his broken ribs.” Buffy moved to Spike’s head and carefully lifted his head onto her lap. She could hear the bones in his neck shift. Her eyes were bight at she filled the lid of the thermos with the stolen blood and raised it to Spike’s lips. She opened his mouth and poured a small amount down his damaged throat. The blood trickled slowly from the side of his mouth as he refused to swallow. Buffy looked at Giles helplessly.

“As disgusted as I am with the suggestion, maybe blood from the source would wake him.” Buffy looked at Giles and nodded at his suggestion.

“I’ll do it.” Dawn volunteered as she knelt beside Buffy. “He saved my life.” Buffy smiled and ran her hand over Dawn’s hair.

“It’s ok Dawnie.” Buffy looked back down at Spike and smiled. “Slayer blood here. If anything would wake the bleached wonder, it would be my blood.” Giles took off his glasses and frantically polished them. Buffy grinned at his action. “Giles, that dagger on the wall should work.” Giles, cursing his suggestion, retrieved the dagger and passed it to his Slayer. Buffy slid the blade across her wrist, leaving a thin train of blood behind. She held her wrist softly against Spike’s mouth and waited. Buffy stroked Spike’s hair softly , waiting for any movement from the vampire. Finally, as she was about to give up hope, his lips moved softly against her wrist. Buffy’s eyes rose quickly to Dawn’s and she smiled.

“He’s drinking.” Buffy said in amazement. Spike’s lips moved weakly against Buffy’s wrist, slowly pulling the precious life force from her. Buffy watched as Spike’s face shifted, revealing his demon visage. She grew warm as his tongue caressed the cut softly. Spike’s eyes remained closed but his lips moved faster, sucking her blood more forcibly into his battered body. Heated tingles ran from her wrist to the rest of her body as Spike continued to caress her. Buffy gasped in shock as she felt his fangs plunge into her skin, opening the wound wider. Buffy smiled weakly at the gang, as they stepped closer to her.

“I’m fine.” She reassured, looking right at Giles. Catching her unspoken message, Giles herded the group out of the room. Dawn refused to budge from her sisters side.

“Dawnie, we’ll be fine, just go up front and I’ll be up in a minute.” Dawn reluctantly rose and shuffled unwillingly from the room. Giles stared at his Slayer as she fed the Vampire from her wrist. Buffy’s hand continued to caress Spike’s soft curls. With a sigh he turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

 ****Chapter 5****Love?****

Spike’s fangs slid into Buffy’s wrist, wrenching the breath from her lips. Scorching heat ran from the twin marks causing her to flush with pleasure. In a haze, Buffy noticed her friends move in closer to at her gasp..

“I’m fine.” Buffy looked at Giles with glazed eyes communicating silently. She saw Giles nod slightly then herd her friends from the room. Spike continued to suck harder, pulling more of her blood into his battered system. Buffy turned to her sister, who remained at her side, refusing to leave Spike and Buffy.

“Dawnie, we’ll be fine.” Buffy said softly. “Just go up front and I’ll be up in a minute.” She felt Dawn leave the room but didn’t look up from the decimated vampire. Buffy didn’t hear the door close as she continued to stroke Spike’s hair, marveling at its softness. She whimpered softly as Spike bit down harder, sending another shock wave of pleasure through her body. Buffy watched as the bruised faded from their dark purple color, and the swelling on Spike’s face to abate.

“Spike.” Buffy whispered. His eyes flickered briefly but did not open. A soft rumbling sound came from deep inside Spike’s chest. Buffy’s breathing sped up and her heart began to pound. Wave after wave of heat pulsed through her body as Spike’s tongue continued to softly caress in time with his drinking. Buffy closed her eyes to stem the torment he was unleashing on her willing body. She moaned low in her throat as she felt her heart skip a beat.

Buffy was dimly aware that Spike stopped sucking on her wrist and felt a pang of disappointment. She opened her eyes in surprise and saw Spike shirt back to his human face, mouth still pressed to her wrist. His tongue gently licked the cut until the bleeding stopped then lie still, the quiet purr still emanating from his chest. Buffy continued to pant and caress Spike’s hair as he stopped all movement and sound again. She laid Spike’s head upon the floor gently and pressed her lips lightly against his smooth forehead.

Her eyes widened in shock as she realized what she had done. Buffy quickly wrapped her tender wrist then pulled the door to the front of the store open. All eyes turned to her and Buffy smiled weakly.

“He’s, well I’d say sleeping but it’s kinda hard to tell.” Buffy said with a smile. “He’s non-dusty.” Dawn pushed past her sister and ran to Spike’s side. She smiled up at Buffy, who had turned to watch Dawn rush to Spike.

“He looks better,” Dawn said excitedly. “He’s not as pale and his bruises are lighter.”

“Miracles of Slayer’s blood. The best there is.” Buffy replied sardonically.

“We need to move him.” Anya called out. “He can’t stay here.” Xander nodded.

“Let’s load him up and we can drop him off at his crypt.”

“We will NOT!!” Dawns screeched, an enraged expression on her face. “He can stay at our house.. Mom won’t mind, *she* likes him.” Dawn glared at Xander.

“He can have my room.” Buffy said quietly. “I’ll bunk with Dawn.” Dawn grinned t her sister and jumped up to hug her hard. Xander looked about to comment but a glare from Anya stopped him. Buffy walked over to Xander and put a comforting hand on his arm. “He saved Dawn from Glory.” Xander gave her a sheepish grin and nodded.

“Buffy, why don‘t you phone Joyce while I bring the car around.” Giles offered with at small smile.

“I’ll call mom.” Dawn half yelled as she leapt for the phone. Buffy watched her sister with an amused smile before turning back to look at Spike. She shook her head in disbelief.

‘Why would Spike risk his unlife for Dawn?’ Buffy asked herself silently. ‘He is a soulless killer, why did he let Glory do those things to him?’

“Cause he loves us.” Dawn said quietly. Buffy looked at her sister startled, realizing she had spoken the last part aloud. “Well he’s totally in love with you, I’m just like a kid sister to him.” Dawn crossed her arms over her chest and pouted slightly. Buffy looked at her sister in astonishment.

“Huh?”

“Oh please, like you never noticed his hanging around, and his always asking about you, and his help-”

“Helping?” Buffy yelped. “ His *helping*, as you call it is cause we have to pay him.. He hangs around cause he is annoying not cause he lo-, cause he is in lo-, “ Buffy choked on the word and shook her head in denial. “No. You are wrong. A vampire can’t love a slayer.”

“Ya cause you and Angel were never together for like three years.” Dawn scoffed.

“Angel is different.” Buffy protested. “He has a soul. He’s not a ki-”

“Hello.” Xander called to the bickering sisters. “A little Slayer strength would go a long way at getting the undead weight moved.” Xander laughed at his incredibly lame joke but winced when no one joined in . Buffy rushed to help Xander and Giles slowly move Spike onto the small stretcher board Giles kept in the training room. Giles and Buffy carefully lifted the board and carried the still unconscious vampire to Giles’ car. They laid the board on the backseat and rearranged Spikes limbs so he could rest fully, of not a little uncomfortably, for the short ride to Buffy’s house. Dawn, Willow, Tara and Anya climbed in Xanders car to follow behind.

Buffy and Giles rode in silence. Not a word was spoken when they reached the Summer’s residence and were ushered in by a worried mom. Joyce fussed over the unconscious vampire, trying to make him as comfortable as possible in her daughters bed. Buffy had to firmly grab her mom and pull her from the room so the vampire wouldn’t be disturbed. The gang, feeling a little useless and tired despite the early hour, bade the Summers women farewell and left to their respective homes, the witches catching a ride with Giles.

Buffy closed the door behind her friends and watcher and let out a sigh of relief. She heard her mom and sister talking in the kitchen. Not feeling up to a discussion, Buffy went upstairs to her room. She walked in fully intending to just grab her pajamas and retreat to Dawn’s room, but she found herself unable to look away from the vampire in her bed. Spike lay motionless against the pillows, his pale skin contrasting dramatically with the still evident bruises. Slayers blood combined with Vampire healing had reduced the swelling and bruising. Spike’s hair had lost most of the styling get from Buffy’s previous stroking, causing his hair to curl and fall in his eyes. Buffy’s hand moved unbidden to brush the soft curls from his brow.

“Thank you for saving Dawn.” Buffy murmured, her hand continuing to stroke his peroxide locks. She looked on his still face and smiled softly. “Maybe you aren’t so bad.” Buffy continued to caress his hair for a moment more, unaware of the fugue standing at the partially opened door. Joyce Summers smiled as her daughter pulled herself away from the vampire, and after checking to make sure no sunlight would get in, go to her dresser to retrieve her pajamas. Joyce slid quietly down the hall, closing the door to her room just as Buffy came out of her own room, shutting the door softly behind her.

After changing and washing for bed, Buffy knocked softly on her sister’s door. She entered the room to find Dawn already in bed, half asleep. Buffy slid in beside her sister and flicked the beside lamp off.

“How’s he look?” Dawn whispered.

“He’s ok. Should be fine in a couple of days.” Buffy whispered back.

“Just fine?” Dawn asked with a coy smile her sister couldn’t see in the darkened room but could hear just fine in her voice. “Are you sure he is just fine.” Dawn asked pointedly.

“Dawn he’s a vampire.” Buffy blushed unaware her sister could see the color change.

“Didn’t stop you before.”

“Dawn, he’s an evil, soulless killer. Now enough it’s been a long day, go to sleep.”

“How evil is he really, Buffy. When was the last time he hurt you or the Scooby’s.” Buffy was silent for a long moment.

“Ok so not so much. But it’s just cause he has the chip to stop him.” Dawn rolled to her side facing Buffy and stared at her in the dark.

“What does that chip stop him from doing. Sure he can’t bite or hit humans, but he can still strike a match, can’t he.” Dawn took a deep breath. “I mean he could blow up all up, or burn our house while we sleep, or have minions do his killing or he could poison us or-”

“Ok, I get the point.” Buffy exclaimed exasperatedly. “Spike isn’t as bad as he liked us to think.. Now SLEEP!!” Buffy rolled over so her back was to her sister. Dawn sighed heavily then smiled. Maybe Buffy wasn’t hopeless after all. She closed her eyes and was soon asleep.

Buffy lay awake watching the clock. It finally changed from 11:59 to 12:00 after what seemed like an eternity. She rally ought to patrol but the scare with Glory had took its toll and Buffy loathed going out into the night right then. Sleep, however, was elusive as her mind repeated Dawn’s words over and over again. Buffy didn’t know what to think about Spike anymore.

‘Is he really that bad.’ She asked herself silently. ‘He’s a big help even if he is annoying. And he never really hurt any of my friends, only threatened. What if Dawn’s right. Does he love me?’

Sleep was a long time in coming.

****Chapter 6****Awakening****

Spike slowly pulled himself out of unconsciousness and noticed two things. The first was the presence of Buffy. It surrounded him completely. Her vanilla shampoo, the coconut lotion she used, the essence of Buffy herself. Spike breathed deep of the fragrant air. He could feel her all around him yet knew she was not in the room with him. Spike moved to sit up, leaving his eyes closed, but stopped before all he could do was clench his muscles.. It was this movement that prompted the realization. His entire body radiated pain.

“Bloody ‘ell.” Spike’s mouth moved but no sound came from his cold and chapped lips. He tried again to no avail. The memories of the night before came flooding back, causing Spike to groan silently.

‘Damn hell bitch.’ Spike swore to himself. ‘Buggered me up real good.’ Spike cautiously opened his eyes and looked around. He brought a shaky hand to his eyes and rubbed them in shock. Before him was not the crypt he had expected to find himself in. Spike pulled his protesting body up until he rested against the pillows in a half sitting position. Spike knew now why the scent of Buffy cloaked him.

Her room was dark, thick blankets covered the windows, keeping the deadly rays from penetrating the cozy room. He had been in this room many times, unbeknownst to its owner, yet it was infinitely different from his vantage point on the bed. Spike ran his eyes lovingly over the furnishings, smiling softly as he noticed a crossbow sitting against the dresser and stakes filling the chair in the corner. Spike could hear someone walking down the hall outside the door.

Spike’s eyes fell on the bed side table and saw that it was nearly noon. He clicked on the table lamp and reached for the stuffed pig sitting on the table. Spike tossed the pig in the air as he contemplated his situation. Spike looked over his chest in apprehension. Large white bandages covered a large portion of his ribs. The bruises and cuts that were visible were almost healed and light scars that would fade later graced his stomach. Spike missed to catch the flying pig ,as he concentrated on his wounds, and it bounced off his head. Spike glared at the stuffed animal and licked his lips thinking of the blood his body was demanding.

It was then that Spike noticed a strange taste in his mouth. Well not so strange as unexpected. The coppery sweetness of human’s blood lay on his tongue. There was something familiar about the blood yet he could not put his finger on it. Spike stood up and grabbed the shirt sitting on the end post of the bed. He slipped it on and slowly made his way to the door. He was not even half way there when the door creaked open and Buffy stuck her head in. Her eyes widened in shock at the vampire standing in the middle of the room.

“What are you doing up?” Buffy asked with a concerned note in her voice. Spike opened his mouth to reply but no sound came out. Spike glared at Buffy and took a hesitant step forward, almost falling with the effort. Buffy glared right back and wrapped her arm around Spike’s waist and pulled him towards the bed. Buffy helped Spike to lay on the bed then sat beside him , her hands pulling his shirt up. Spike jumped and batted at her hands, pulling himself painfully away from her.

“Stop being a baby.” Buffy snapped, pulling the protesting vampire back towards her. “I’ve seen it all before.” Spike’s eyes widened comically, his mouth falling open, causing Buffy to raise her hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh. “Who do you think put on your bandages. Now let me see those wounds.” Spike reluctantly let Buffy help him off with his recently acquired shirt. He sat poker straight as her hands ran softly over his cool skin. Spike watched a Buffy pulled off each bandage, running her fingers over the closed sores as she uncovered them.

“They closed good.” Buffy said quietly as she ran a finger over the marks over Spike’s heart. A flush of warmth ran through Spike’s body at her touch “You’ll be sore for a few days but you will be fine.” Spike felt as if his heart had started beating as Buffy contender to run her fingers over the marks absently. “I want to thank you for what you did.” Buffy murmured, not raising eyes to meet his. Spike went to speak forgetting he was unable, and settled for placing his hand over the one touching his chest, squeezing lightly. Buffy’s startled eyes met piercing blue ones. Spike smiled softly and raised his free hand to tap lightly against his throat. Buffy’s eyes widened in understanding.

“You can’t talk.” Buffy said needlessly. “Can you make any noise at all?” Spike shook his head, his hand still holding hers over his heart. The room fell once again into silence, causing Spike to shift uncomfortably, wincing from the pain. Buffy saw him wince and sighed.

“You should rest.” Buffy pulled her hand from his grasp, laying it in her lap, not moving from his side. She lowered her eyes to stare at the bed. Her eye caught sight of her pig. “Mr. Gordo.” Buffy reached over Spike, resting her hand on his leg, her hair brushing softly against his skin. Spike let out a silent groan and felt himself stiffen at her touch. Buffy left her hand on his leg and brought the pig up to show him with a glare. “And just what were you doing with Mr. Gordo?” Spike gave Buffy a sheepish grin and mimed tossing the stuffed animal in the air.

The hand on Spike’s leg slapped him once, lightly. “You were throwing my pig around.” Spike took Mr. Gordo from her hands and gingerly placed him back in his spot in the night table, giving the pig a pat for good measure. Buffy’s serious face fell as she started to laugh. Spike grinned and joined in silently. Buffy’s hand tightened on Spike’s leg as she laughed harder. Spike hissed as a wave of heat moved from the spot her hand touched causing him to grit his teeth. Spike began to pant as Buffy’s hand softly caress his leg, her still in the throws of laughter. Buffy felt Spike move as he tried to loosen the tightness of his pants. She raised her eyes curiously and took in the tortured look in Spike’s eyes. Buffy jumped up, as if she was bit, and backed away from Spike.

“Uh, I-I should g-go and let you rest.” Buffy stuttered as she continued to back towards the door. She grabbed the handle and yanked the door open. “I’ll bring you up some blood later.” Buffy ran her hand through her hair nervously. Spike’s eyes were drawn to the bandage wrapped around her wrist. Buffy followed his gaze and with an unreadable expression, rushed from the room, slamming the door behind her.

Spike fell back against the pillows with a silent groan. ‘Bloody hell! How could I miss the bandage.’ Spike cursed himself as he finally realized what the unidentified taste in his mouth was. ‘Slayer’s blood.’ Spike smiled to himself. ‘She let me drink her blood to heal me.’ Spike grimaced as his pants got even tighter. Spike undid the buttons then lay back against the pillows. ‘Cor do I need a smoke.’ Spike sighed as he listened to muffled voices coming from downstairs, then a door slam. It was going to be a long day.

 ***Chapter 7***Confused***

She leaned against the railing, panting slightly. He knew. Somehow Spike had put two and two together and know she had given him her blood. Buffy shivered as she remembered the feelings she had as Spike's fangs pushed into her yielding flesh. Buffy became flushed as she relived the feeling of Spike's tongue lapping hungrily at the blood his body craved. The sound of her mother's voice broke Buffy from her traitorish thoughts. She shook her head to clear it, running her fingers through her hair. With a calm that she did not feel, Buffy walked downstairs, meeting her mom in the living room.

“How is he doing.” Joyce asked, giving a worried glance to where the vampire was resting. “Is he still in pain?” Buffy blushed lightly at the question, running her hand through her hair nervously.

“He’s awake.” Joyce smiled widely at Buffy’s words. “Glory broke his voice box so he can’t talk.” Buffy’s mom sighed and nodded in understanding.

“How will he ever survive without his voice.” Joyce sighed, a smile threatening to escape. Buffy was less successful as a giggle passed her lips. “Is he hungry? Rupert dropped off some blood before he left for the store.” Buffy grew pale at her mom’s words. She cast an apprehensive glance in the direction of her room.

“Uh, m-maybe. Buffy stuttered, her hand absently rubbing the bandage still on her wrist. A flash of heat flooded Buffy’s body as her fingers passed over the still unhealed bite marks, causing her to gasp. Before her mother could respond, Buffy grabbed her coat from the back of the sofa and practically ran for the door.

“I forgot, I have to meet Willow.” Buffy called as she pulled the door open. “I’ll be back later.” The door slammed shut behind her as Buffy rushed down the walk. With a burst of Slayer speed, Buffy ran the entire distance to the Magic Shop, not stopping till she was standing outside the door. Buffy hesitated, her hand on the door knob. She stared at the knob, lost in thought.

‘What is happening to me?’ Buffy asked herself. ‘I can’t seriously be thinking of *Spike* like that.” Buffy’s hand gripped the handle tighter as another flash of the night before flickered through her mind. The door knob turned in Buffy’s grasp before being yanked out of it completely. A woman pushed past the startled Slayer, derailing Buffy’s train of thought. Buffy walked onto the Magic Box, closing the door softly behind her.

Buffy looked at her assembled friends. Anya stood behind the counter ringing customers through, a huge grin on her face as she took their money. Giles was to her right helping a handful of older women. Willow and Tara sat at the round table flipping through a stack of books. Tara whispered in Willow’s ear, pulling a giggle from the Witch. Buffy smiled as she walked over to the table and sat down.

“Hey Buffy. How’s the undead English patient doing.” Willow smiled at her best friend . Buffy rested her hands on the table top and sighed.

“Glory really did a number on him. He can’t talk. But he looks a lot better. He’ll be back in shape in a few days.” Buffy began to absently rub her wrist, staring intently at the table.

“I’m glad he’s ok.” Tara said quietly, giving Buffy a small smile. “He like to pretend to be all big and tough but he’s got a soft spot for Dawn.” Buffy looked up from the table with a shocked expression. “She’s like a little sister to him.” Willow looked at her lover and nodded with a smile.

“I’m glad it was Spike that was with her.” Willow turned back to Buffy and gave her a concerned glance. “How is Dawnie doing?”

“She’s fine. She was more worried about Spike then anything else. I think she has a crush on him.” Buffy smiled a little at that.

“Well ya, he is a hottie.” Willow gave Tara a look causing both girls to giggle. Buffy looked at the witches aghast, her hand stopping its movement.

“Are you nuts?” Buffy sputtered. “Have you forgotten the all the times he tried to kill us. Not to mention the kidnapping?” Buffy stared at Willow, her mouth till open in shock.

“Oh come on Buffy. He may have tried to kill us but he has never really hurt us.” Willow looked at Tara, a bemused expression on her face. “Which really made no sense did it?!” Tara patted her girlfriends hand sympathetically. “Spike talks big but he has never really hurt one of us. You can’t tell me the Big Bad routine isn’t hot.” Buffy felt a blush move up her neck.

“He’s evil, Wills. A soulless, evil vampire. Who saved my sisters life.” Willow just smiled and patted Buffy’s hand. Buffy sighed and looked away from the witches to study a speck of dust on the table. Willow gave Tara a look and pulled her book closer.

Buffy began to rub her wrist distractedly. The twin punctures began to tingle softly as she ran her fingers over them. A flash of heat flowed through her, causing Buffy to bite back a gasp. She looked up, relieved to find the witches engrossed in their books again. Buffy pushed back from the table and walked to her training room. She closed the door behind her and stared at the room.

Buffy could see the spot where Spike had laid broken upon the ground, his blood seeping into the covering on the dusty floor. Slowly, Buffy walked to the couch against the wall, still staring at the blood soaked mat. She sat back, curling her legs beneath her, her eyes never leaving the spot. In her mind Buffy could see Spike still lying there, smashed and bleeding. Her chest ached as she thought of the sacrifice Spike had made for her sister. She knew nothing she could ever do could thank Spike enough for the pain he endured.

‘Maybe Dawn is right.’ Buffy thought to herself for the second time in as many days. ‘No one could do something like that unless they had feelings.’ Buffy pulled the bandage from her wrist to stare at the unhealed marks.

The twin punctures were raised slightly, the wound closed but not healing. Buffy ran her fingers over the marks in fascination. Never had a bite not started to heal. A spark of heat ran through her body at the first touch of the bite. Buffy circled the bite with her index finger, waves of heat pulsing through her body, causing her to face to flush and her heart to beat faster. The noise of something hitting the door caused Buffy to jump up startled. She rushed to the door and flung it open with a loud band.

All eyes fell to Buffy as she scanned the room for danger. Buffy’s gaze fell on Dawn who stood with a basketball in her hand and a sheepish look on her face.

“Uh, hi Buffy.” Dawn said meekly. Buffy’s eyes softened when she realized what the sound was. “I didn’t know you were back there.”

“How was your day Dawn?” Buffy asked, walking over to her. The sisters sat at the table as Dawn told Buffy about her day. Buffy half listened to her sister, her mind working overtime.

“-’w Spike?” At the mention of the vampire, Buffy broke from her thoughts. Buffy stared at her sister for a second before the question registered.

“He is doing ok. He is sore and Glory broke his voice box so he can’t talk. It will take a while for that to heal, but other than that he is getting better real fast.” Dawn let out a small giggle, covering her mouth self-consciously.

“He can’t say a word?” Buffy shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Can’t even make a peep.” Dawn broke first and laughed helplessly.

“H-how will h-he ever-rr surr-vive?” Dawn giggled, breathlessly. “N-no talking.” Buffy joined her sister in her laughter. Willow and Tara, having heard the conversation joined in.

It was a long moment before the group could pull themselves together. Buffy gripped her stomach and watched as Dawn wiped the tears from her eyes. The group got themselves under control, a stray giggle escaping every once and a while.

“We should get home.” Buffy said, rising to her feet. Dawn nodded, and the sisters said good bye to the group. They walked along the sidewalk towards home, Dawn bouncing the ball ahead of her.

“Can I see him?” Dawn asked quietly. “Is he ok for me to visit?” Buffy smiled reassuredly to her sister.

“He’s fine, I’m sure he would love a visit from you.” Dawn stared at the ball as it bounced, a downhearted expression on her face. Buffy swiped the ball from her sisters grasp and backed away, dribbling it slowly.

“Bet’cha you can’t get this back.” Dawn’s eyes lit up in defiance as Buffy smiled in challenge.

“Bet’cha I can.”

Buffy took off down the street with her sister hot on her heel, the sounds of their laughter filling the air. ‘Everything’s ok.’ Buffy reassured herself as she dogged an attempt to grab the ball by Dawn. ‘But what am I to do about Spike.’ At Buffy’s thoughts of the half naked vamp in her bed, a wave of heat to course through her body, causing her to drop the ball. Dawn scooped it up with a laugh and took off at a full run down the street. Buffy jogged behind her sister half-heartedly, suddenly in no hurry to get home.

 ***Chapter 8***Running***

Spike shifted uncomfortably in the bed, the springs squeaked in protest. He winced as the movement pulled painfully on his wounds. A soft smile crossed his lips, his hand resting over his heart where Buffy had touched him.

‘She gave me her *blood!*’ Spike thought unbelievably. ‘Does she have any idea what this means?’ Spike ran his hand through his sleep tousled hair, the grin refusing to leave his lips. Spike shifted again as the pants he wore became impossibly tighter. He let out a soundless sigh, running his fingers through his hair again. He desperately needed to relieve some tension but was reluctant when Joyce or Dawn could walk in at any moment. For some reason these Summers’ women meant something to him.

Spike heard the door open and bang shut downstairs, the sounds of Dawn s laughter filling the quiet house. He smiles as he heard the door open again and the melodious sound of Buffy’s voice floated up the stairs. He grimaced in discomfort at her laughter.

‘Bloody hell!’ Spike shifted his position again before giving up entirely. Gingerly he removed the black jeans and tossed them into the chair in the corner. With a sigh of relief, Spike leaned back onto the pillows and closed his eyes. A noiseless giggle escaped his lips as he realized just where he was. Who would’ve thought he, William the Bloody, Slayer of Slayers, would end up naked in a Slayers bed.

* * * * * *

Buffy got to her house in time to hear Dawn gloat to their mom about her *win* over the Slayer. Dawn could barely suppress her enthusiasm as she bounced around her mother in the kitchen as Joyce placed a mug in the microwave.

“I was just too smart for her.” Dawn chortled in delight. “I guess the Slayer had been slacking in her training.

“Hey.” Buffy protested half-heartedly, with a laugh. “ I let you win.” Dawn gave her sister the typical ‘ya right’ look before launching into another, if not exaggerated, account of her victory. Buffy sat on the stool behind the counter, watching her sister absently. She rested her elbows on the counter and propped her head on her hands.

Buffy’s thoughts returned to Spike. He was just up those stairs, lying in her bed. Why would an evil, soulless thing protect her sister, risking his own life in the process. ‘Ok, so he’s not so evil anymore.’ Buffy thought to herself. ‘AS much as I hate it Dawn is right. He could’ve hurt us a million ways that wouldn’t’ve made his chip go off.’ Buffy lowered her hands to the counter and began to caress the bite mark again. A small smile crossed her lips as she remembered the feel of his tongues caress, her body flushed with heat.

The microwave beeped, pulling Buffy from her thoughts.

“I got it.” Dawns screeched as she hurled for the microwave, pulling out the mug and giving it a curious glance. “Eww.” She exclaimed as she thrust the offending object at her mom. Joyce laughed and took the mug from her daughter.

“I was just about to take Spike up his mug of blood.” Joyce glanced at Buffy, a secret smile on her lips. “Buffy why don’t you take this to him. I’m sure he would love some company.” Dawn opened her mouth to argue, but a glance from her mom shut her mouth with a snap. Buffy, having missed the exchange took the mug from Joyce, reluctantly, and made for the stairs. Buffy glanced down, strangely not surprised to find a bendy straw and mini marshmallows floating in the cup. All to quickly Buffy found herself outside her door. Buffy placed her hand on the knob and turned it slowly, pushing the door open when it gave way.

The room was dark, the pale light from the bedside lamp the only illumination. Spike laid on his back, the comforter having fallen from his body to pool around his hips, leaving his broad chest for Buffy’s perusal. Buffy walked silently to the bed, watching Spike’s closed eyes with apprehension. Her gaze fell to his smooth, pale chest. In the short time she was gone his wounds had healed more. The finger holes around his heart had faded to a light red color from their nasty purple. The shallow cuts and bruised were all but gone.

‘Who knew the miracles of Slayer’s Blood.’ Buffy thought wryly, as she placed the mug quietly on the bed side table. Her gaze fell on the stuffed pig, still sitting there in his place of honor. A smile lit Buffy’s face as she remember the little pat Spike had given it. Buffy gave the sleeping vampire one more lingering gaze before turning away. She was stopped by the pressure of a hand gripping her wrist. Buffy turned to look at Spike, her eyes firmly captured by his piercing blue ones. The hand on Buffy wrist tugged her closer until she was sitting on the bed beside the vampire. She was unable to look away as she felt the hand on her wrist loosen and begin to caress the skin softly. Buffy bit back a gasp as his fingers brushed over the bite mark, causing a flash of heat to course through her body. Spike watched in amazement as Buffy shifted closer to him, her eyes never leaving his. Spike’s stomach growled, pulling Buffy gaze from his. She smiled sheepishly.

“I bet your hungry.” Buffy saw something flicker in Spike’s face and hastily added. “Mom heated you up some blood.” Buffy reached for the cup with her free hand, the other still captured in Spike’s caress. Spike took the mug and raised it to his mouth.

Buffy watched, transfixed, as his lips rapped around the straw, drawing the blood from the cup. His cheeks hollowed, making his cheek bones more pronounced, as Spike sucked hungrily at the straw. His lips shifted into a smile as he noticed the little marshmallows bobbing in the thick liquid. Spike continued to caress Buffy’s wrist, making her heartbeat jump and her breath to come in gasps. Buffy continued to stare as spike moved his hand around the cup to grasp the straw and tip it, allowing the marshmallow to fall into his awaiting mouth. Spike set the mug back on the table and smiled his thanks to Buffy. She looked down shyly.

“You have healed nicely. You’ll be up and about in no time.” Spike smiled and raised the wrist he was still caressing and ran his thumb over the marks. Buffy pulled her hand from his with a jerk. Buffy covered the wound self-consciously, refusing to meet his gaze.

“You were hurt and you saved my sister and you could’ve die-” Buffy vice trailed off as Spike took her chin in his hand and raised it so that her eyes could meet his. Spike opened his mouth to speech before giving Buffy a frustrated look.

‘Thank you.’ He mouthed slowly with a smile. Buffy returned his smile.

“We need to get you a pad to write in or somethi-” Buffy’s eyes lit up as she rushed to her closet, pulling it open and falling to her knees. Spike watched rapt, a smile on his face, as Buffy pulled out items only to toss them behind her in her haste to find something. “I know it’s in here somew- Aha!” Buffy stood up, holding a small white board aloft.

“When we all lost our voices when the Gentlemen came to town Willow and I got these boards so we could talk.” Buffy babbled as she returned to her spot on the bed and handed the board to Spike. Spike took it and removed the marker from his holder. He scribbled for a moment before turning the board for Buffy to read.

“Thanks, luv.” Buffy flushed in pleasure. Spike took Buffy’s hand, raising it to his lips when the door flew open and Dawn rushed in.

“Spike! I’m so glad your ok. I was so scared and-” Dawn stared at the frozen couple. “Am I interrupting something.” Buffy jumped from the bed.

“NO!” Buffy scrambled back, giving Spike and her sister a wide eyed look. “Not interrupting anything. Nothing at all. Just leaving in fact.” With a panicked glance at the vampire, Buffy rushed from the room, slamming the door behind her.

 **Chapter 9***Pain***

Spike closed his eyes and leaned back against the pillows with a sigh. He reluctantly opened one to glance at Dawn. She sat down in Buffy’s recently vacated spot, an expecting look on her face. Spike closed his eye again and ran his hand over his face with a silent groan.

“So was I interrupting.” Dawn bounced a little on the bed, trying to get the vampire’s attention. Spike opened his eyes and gave her his best ‘Big Bad’ glare. Dawn just giggled. “I guess so.” Spike covered his face with both his hands, swearing silently, causing Dawn to laugh. She clutched her stomach and laughed harder as Spike glared at her again, keeping up his silent curses. Spike watched at the teen continued to giggle, a small smile threatening to over come his lips. He grabbed the message board from where it had fallen, and with a quick wipe, scribbled for a few seconds.

‘Not funny bit.’ Dawn read as Spike held up the board for her to see.

“Oh it really is.” Dawn giggled again before her face sobered. “ How you feeling?” Spike smiled and mouthed ‘ok’. Dawn smiled before lowering her gaze to her hands. “Thank you for saving me.”

Spike quickly wiped off the board and scribbled, “Are you ok? They didn’t hurt you?” Dawn shook her head and looked at Spike. He smiled at her and brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear before writing another message.

“Now what was the night time patrol about Nibblet?” Dawn gave Spike a sheepish grin, ducking her head in embarrassment.

“Buffy says I’m just like her with her blood and all and I really wanna prove that I am useful and I really was coming to visit you I just was taking-” Dawns was cut off as Spike put his hand over her mouth. Spike removed his hand and shook his head wearily before writing another message.

‘Why were you coming to visit me?’ Spike didn’t notice the blush that stained Dawn’s cheeks a light pink.

“You’re the only one who doesn’t treat me like an alien. Besides I feel safe when I’m with you.” Spike’s eyes popped open wide as he sputtered. Dawn watched the silent vampire, scribble on the board, with obvious amusement.

‘Take that back.’ Was written in dark script. Dawn rolled her eyes and patted Spike’s arm consolably.

“Your still scary.” Spike gave Dawn a skeptical look and sighed. “ Of so not so much, but you are strong. Almost as strong as Buffy. Maybe more.” Spike smiled softly and covered his face with his hands, ashamed to have lost his Big Bad image. “Buffy thinks so too.” Spike’s hands dropped to his lap a he looked at Dawn intrigued. He wrote on his board, a small smile played on his lips.

‘What else does she say about me?’ Dawn ducked her head to hide her amusement.

“She said she was really glad it was you in the room with me.” Dawn said, when she got control of her mirth. Spike’s eyes filled with hurt.

“No no!” Dawn said hurriedly. “She didn’t mean cause you’d get hurt but because you were the only Scooby strong enough to stand up to Glory and still li-uh-unlive.” Spike mouthed the word *Scooby* in shock. Dawn gave him a sheepish grin.

“Of course you’re a Scooby Spike. You risked your life-uh-unlife to save me. You’re one of the good guys now.” Spike fell into deep thought. He didn’t know if he was offended or honored that Dawn called him a *good guy*. Dawn watched as Spike’s thought spun round and round in his head, a far away look in his eyes.

They sat in silence for a long moment when Dawn got tired of being ignored.

“So, you’re in love with Buffy?!” Spike’s eyes grew wide and flew to look at Dawn’s grinning face. Spike’s mouth opened and closed a few times as silent words he couldn’t think of, let alone say, tried to escape. Spike snapped his mouth shut and shook his head emphatically as he wrote on his board.

‘NO! Do I look NUTS? Love the Slayer??’ He quickly erased the board once Dawn had read it and added. ‘Has she said something?’ Dawn smiles at the expectant and wishful look on Spike’s face.

“She’s grateful for what you did.” Spike grumbled silently at Dawn’s words. “She doesn’t think you’re just a soulless killer anymore. She is starting to wonder if you have really changed.” Spike looked at Dawn incredulously.

‘When did you grow up and get so smart, bit?’ Spike held up for Dawn to see.

“I kinda shared a bed with her last night and she talks in her sleep.” Spike smirked at the revelation. “Plus, she likes to talk out loud when she thinks. She doesn’t even notice.” Dawn giggled. Spike grinned at her and pulled playfully on her hair. Dawn screeched in mock outrage and struggled to pull her hair from the hand that Spike had tangled it in. The struggled playfully for a bit, Dawn being careful to not hit Spike in any of his injured spots. They mock battle was cut short by a large yawn from Spike. He gave a shocked look and inadvertently released his hold on Dawn’s long brown hair.

“You look tired. I’ll get out of your hair.” Dawn stood up and walked to the door, panting lightly from the fight. She turned, her hand placed on the knob. “Thanks Spike, for everything. I knew I was safe with you.” Spike glared at the door as it softly shut behind Dawn.

‘Bloody hell.’ Spike hid his face in his hands again. ‘What ever happened to the Big Bad? The Scourge of Europe! Safe.’ Spike snorted and swung his legs off the bed, slowly raising to his feet. With painfully slow movements, Spike put on his pants and ran his hand through his hair yet again. Spike’s scowl was replaced with a small smile as he remembered Buffy’s hands in his hair. ‘Maybe there are worse things to be than one of the Slayer’s gang.’ He looked at the door thoughtfully. ‘I wonder where Buffy got to.’

  ***Chapter 10***Heat***

Buffy lay on the couch, staring into nothingness. Her body still tingled from Spike’s caress. ‘What am I thinking.’ Buffy chided herself. ‘He’s everything I am against. He is evil. He has tried to kill me more times than I can count.’ Buffy closed her eyes and turned her back to the room. Buffy felt her eyes get heavy as a chill fell over her body. Reluctantly Buffy turned her head, looking for the source of her unease, yet finding nothing out of place. Her mother and sister had gone out for ice cream leaving Buffy alone in the house with her thoughts and the cause of them. With a sigh, she flopped onto her back and laid an arm across her eyes wearily.

The feeling grew stronger as Buffy felt a hand rest lightly on her leg, just below her knee. Buffy sighed as the cold touch permeated the thin material of her slacks, cooling her heated skin. Buffy remained motionless as the hand moved slowly up her leg, caressing her hip. A second hand joined it’s companion, mirroring its potion on Buffy’s waist. The silky material of Buffy’s shirt was slowly pushed up to let the questing hands to come in contact with her bare skin. Buffy moaned as the cool hands skimmed lightly over her stomach, caressing the flushed skin of her abdomen. The hands continued to caress her skin in soothing circles causing Buffy to shift on the couch.

She moaned as the hands left her skin and lowered her hand from her eyes, keeping them shut. Buffy heard the soft popping of the snaps on her shirt as they were pulled open by the man beside her. Buffy sighed as the shirt was pulled open, baring her from the waist up to his piercing gaze. The couch shifted as the man straddled her waist, his hands resting on either side of her shoulders. His hand captured Buffy’s, pulling her wrist to his lips, his teeth nibbled softly on the scars. Buffy’s eyes flew open to meet the piercing blue of the man over her. Spike smiled softly around the wrist at his mouth, his cool breath caressing her heated skin.

Buffy moaned his name low in her throat as his tongue joined his teeth in torturing her flesh. Spike sat back on her legs, allowing the hand that was supporting him to raise to the flesh of her stomach. He continued to caress her wrist, blowing his unneeded breath on the moist skin. Buffy shuddered and moaned his name again in need, unable to pry her gaze from his.

A soft rumbling emanated from Spike’s chest, causing the lips on her wrist to vibrate lightly. Buffy shivered at the sensation and begged Spike with her eyes. What she needed now, she did not know but as she watched Spike shift into game face, his beautiful blue eyes shifting to an iridescent gold, she felt a flash of heat flow through her.

His fangs caressed his marks lightly, causing Buffy to squirm again under him. The low purr in his chest intensified as Buffy’s breaths came in pants, her eyes glazed with need.

Spike’s fangs slid into Buffy’s wrist slowly, pulling a long low moan from her lips. He sucked tenderly, the saccharine nectar flowing slowly from her body to fill his mouth with the tangy sweetness that was hers alone. Buffy’s back arched as heat pulsed through her body. She moaned his name as Spike caressed around the fangs, buried deep within her skin, with his cool tongue. The hand on her stomach stilled as he began to pull harder on her wrist, sucking more blood within his battered body.

Heat emanated from the spot his cool hand rested on her abdomen, flashing through her body, causing her to arch again against him. A burning intensity pooled low in her stomach, ripping a tortured gasp from her lips. Spike’s gaze burned into hers, gold clashing with hazel. Buffy eyes slammed shut as the first wave of heat engulfed her, she arched against him, a loud cry piercing the air.

Buffy jerked upright on the couch, her breathing coming in gasps. Frantically she search the room but found herself alone.

“A dream.” Buffy sighed in disbelief, running her hand through her hair. The tender marks on her wrist brushed again the soft tresses. Buffy gasped and lowered her hand to look on the marks. They were a light pink color, heat radiating from their depths. The sound of a door banging open and feet rushing down the stairs pulled Buffy’s gaze from the marks to meet the worried blue of Spike’s. He rushed to her side and sat on the couch beside her, his eyes scanning the room for intruders. Buffy felt her body flush as his gaze fell back on her, his eyes boring into her questionably.

“Just a dream.” Buffy said quietly. “A bad, bad dream.” Spike smiled and leaned back against the couch in relief. Buffy shifted uncomfortably, pulling her legs under her and away from Spike. He sat beside her in nothing but his black jeans, unintentionally pulling her gaze to his naked chest. Buffy ran her hand over her wrist absently, causing another flash of heat to flash through her already overheated body. Spike’s nose twitched, his eyes alternating between hers and her wrist, causing her to blush even more.

“I, uh, t-think, uh, I n-nee to, uh, I’ll just-” Buffy stammered before rushing from the room and up the stairs. A soft wondrous look crossed Spike’s face as he watched her flee the room. He ran his fingers through his hair in disbelief. He pulled himself to his feet and made his way to the foot of the stairs. The sound of running water filled the air as the shower turned on in the upstairs bathroom. Spike smiled and gripped the railing and slowly making his way up the stairs.

***Chapter 11***Calm Before the Storm***

“Stupid, stupid, stupid. . .” Buffy repeated over and over again as she banged her head against the wall of the shower. The cold water falling over her naked frame did nothing to cool its burning heat. She looked up into the running water, letting the cool liquid run down her parched throat. “Why me.” Buffy moaned to herself grabbing her hair in a bruising grip, running her fingers through the wet stands. The dripping locks brushed against the marks, pulling a gasp from her lips, her eyes going wide in dismay as another pulse of heat flew through her body.

“Good one Buffy.” She said sarcastically to herself, grabbing the shampoo bottle and waving it around in frustration. “Just a dream, Spike. Nothing to worry about. Why don’t you sniff me.” Buffy banged the bottle in her hand against the wall, breaking the hard plastic. Shampoo flew every which way, coating the shower and Buffy in its vanilla scented cream. She let out a frustrated yell and pulled down the shower head. She watched as the foam swirled down the drain, the small room filling with vanilla scent. With another sigh, she replaced the shower head and turned her back to the falling water. She scooped some of the remaining shampoo off her stomach and ran it through her hair, pilling it high on her head. The frigid water flowed over her back like a million icy fingers, stroking the tired muscles. Buffy could almost see Spike’s hands replace the water, their cool touch running over her skin in soothing a caress. She leaned back and almost fell as the body she was expecting was not there.

“Damn it!” Buffy swore, rinsing the shampoo from her hair harshly. “I will NOT think of that bleached idiot.” She quickly finished up and stumbled from the shower, wrapping her large terry cloth robe around her shaking frame. She stood in front of the mirror, staring at the wide-eyed girl before her. “What’s with me and the undead?” Buffy muttered as she rubbed a towel over her hair. “Why can’t I meet a nice normal guy.” She picked up the brush on the counter and ran it brutally through her hair. “Is it so much to ask? A nice, normal, good, guy. One I won’t scare away with my alarming strength and remarkable self-involvement.” She screamed in frustration, pulling the brush through her hair. A sharp pain blossomed from the back of her head. Buffy saw a large chunk of hair tangled in her brush and set it down with a sigh. She made sure her towel was secure before opening the door and walking into the hallway, almost being knocked over by a solid figure.

Spike placed a steadying hand on her arm, pulling her closer to him. She placed her hands on the hard, cool chest to steady herself, her body tingling from the contact. Buffy looked up to meet Spike’s gaze, a startled expression her face, before taking a large step back, clutching the towel tightly in her grasp.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Buffy spat out having recovered from her shock. Spike held up the board she had given him

‘Heard you scream.’ Buffy groaned and shook her head.

“And you thought what,” She asked. “That you could come save me from the big bad shower monster?” Spike smirked and scribbled on his board.

‘Thought I might get a free show.’ Spike’s smirk grew as Buffy stared aghast at him, her eyes wide. He added to the board. ‘Monster eating you, luv. Not that the other. . .’ He ran an appraising gaze over her towel clad body, following the stray drops of water as they rolled over her tanned shoulders to meet the towel. Buffy raised a hand to hit Spike before remembering his injuries. She settled for an eye roll and a glare. She pushed past the vampire and stomped down the hall to her room, slamming the door behind her.

Spike watched her go, a mixture of amusement and desire on his face. He erased his board with the tissue he pulled from his pocket and scribbled for a few moments. With an evil smirk Spike stalked quietly to the bedroom door, the miracles of Slayer’s blood having reduced his broken ribs and lip to a faint twinge. He listened for a few moments to the still ranting Slayer.

“How hard can it be?” Buffy’s voice came clearly through the shut door despite Spike’s enhanced hearing. “I could spend less time slaying, I could laugh at his jokes, I mean, men like that, right, the, the joke-laughing-at?” Spike laughed silently at Buffy talking to herself. “I don’t want the bleached-haired, evil, undead, unbelievably hot, tried to kill me, vampire slayer killing, vamp-” He tapping lightly on the door, breaking Buffy from her babbling. A loud crash came from the room just before the door was swung open wide, framing a scowling Slayer in the doorway.

“What are you doing?” Spike smirked and looked past Buffy to see the vanity chair lying over turned in the middle of the room, one of the legs bent. Buffy shifted uncomfortably, blocking Spike’s view of the room and leveled him with a glare. Spike handed her the board, the smirk still on his lips.

‘Sun’s down, I’ll be heading off to my crypt now.’ Buffy quickly looked up from the board.

“Is it safe?” Buffy blushed lightly at her worried tone. “I mean, with Glory still out there and you still hurt, not that I care or anything but you did save Dawn an-” Spike placed his hand over her mouth to stem the flow of words. Buffy sighed, her warm breath tickling his cool palm. A tingle ran down Spike’s back at the sensation, his eyes going dark. He dropped his hand quickly to his side. Buffy looked up at him questionably. “See, you still hurt.” Spike took the board from her hands and scrawled ‘What else am I to do?’ Buffy blushed and looked down at her feet nervously, before meeting his gaze again.

“You can stay here. For Dawn’s sake, she would want you to.” Buffy added quickly as Spike’s eyes widened in surprise. “I mean, you may be a little worse for wear,” Spike gave Buffy a doubtful look. “Ok, Glory royally kicked your ass but you still live.” Spike raised is scared brow. “Ok unlive.” Buffy sighed in frustration. “The point is that you can help keep her safe.” She looked at him, a inquiring expression on her face. “If you want to help that is.” Spike nodded slowly while he wrote on his board.

‘Of course I bloody well want to help. No one touches my Nibblet.’ The words were written in thick, dark print, a fierce expression on Spike’s face.

“Good.” Buffy smiled. “Now Let me get dressed and I will go with you to pick up some stuff from your crypt.” She laughed at Spike’s indignant look. “I know. You don’t need a bloody babysitter.” Buffy added in a bad imitation of Spike’s accent. Spike couldn’t help but laugh at her really bad attempt, clutching his stomach as the silent laughter refused to stop. Buffy scowled at the hysterical vampire before stepping back into her room, slamming the door behind her. The door opened a moment later and Spike’s black T-shirt as thrown at the vampire, shocking him from his laughter.

“Ten minutes. I’ll meet you downstairs.” Buffy slammed the door again. Spike looked at the shut door with amusement. A genuine smile crossed his lips as he sauntered down the hall to the stairs. He stopped and looked at the door, pulling his shirt painfully over his head. With a barely perceivable nod, Spike bound down the stairs to await his Slayer.

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