La Quintrala

Chapter Fourteen

For several days Buffy, Spike and the Scoobies had their hands full keeping an eye on the hot spots, successfully preventing further deaths at the hand of La Quintrala who was furiously working on a backup plan now that Kataix would not be opening the portal. On their end, Tara and Willow were working hard to perfect the protection spell. It wasn't easy on any of the Scoobies to juggle work, studies and the present situation. Although Neruda updated them discreetly on the happenings at the house, he still didn't make it easy, sending his toughest men to fight the Slayer. Buffy and Spike would return from patrolling completely exhausted and though their desire was as strong as ever, their abused bodies would betray them and more than once they fell asleep while kissing.

One night, the Scooby Gang decided to show their support by surprising Buffy and Spike with backup. They found them easily enough by the sound of fighting. When they arrived they realized that the fighting was at its end. Spike had just dusted a vampire and Buffy was poised to stake another. The rush of the battle had their bodies thrumming on adrenaline. Having finished off the last vampire, Buffy lifted her head searching for Spike. Their gazes crossed and locked on each other. Before any of the Scoobies could erupt in cheers over their success, the Slayer and her partner had slammed into each other with undisguised hunger. They kissed each other fiercely and with mounting need.

"I don't think they know we're here," stated an uncomfortable Watcher.

"Gee, you think?" quipped Xander.

Soon the couple were kissing and caressing with purpose. Spike took off his duster and laid it on the ground.

"Oh dear God!" exclaimed Giles. "Not in the cemetery," he bemoaned, "the earth is damp, she'll catch cold!"

"Somehow I don't think that's uppermost on Buffy's mind right now," laughed Willow.

Buffy sat down and reaching for Spike's hand pulled him down roughly on top of her.

"Yes, well, be that as it may…I don't know what I'm saying," stammered a flustered Giles to the Scoobies' amusement.

The Watcher frowned at the transfixed gaze of the Slayerettes on the lovers.

"Yes, alright. Let's not stand about. Come on. Off we go."

The Scoobies left, though a little reluctantly. Lust was in the air and they were all feeling the effects of it. Anya just had to comment on it.

"They are nice to watch though, aren't they? Very nice technique. Much more arousing than the couple in that video we rented the other night, don't you think so honey?"

"Boundaries, Anya, boundaries," laughed Xander nervously to hide his embarrassment though he had to admit she was right.

"Let's go home. Now," Anya told him without subtlety.

Willow and Tara rolled their eyes though they too were suddenly eager to be alone.

Giles simply pretended that he hadn't seen or heard anything for the last fifteen minutes.

A little later Spike and Buffy lay on the ground a happy grin plastered on their faces.

"Well, that certainly was worth a few nights of abstinence," she commented.

"What?!" Spike asked, clearly alarmed at what seemed like a suggestion.

"Yeah, but let's not do that ever again," she said hurriedly and laughed at his expression of relief.

Buffy was fully dressed but Spike was shirtless having turned his shirt into a pillow for her. She stared at him in the moonlight; his eyes looked black and were full of tenderness.

"I love you," she told him.

Spike lay on his side, his head propped in his hand. With his other hand he traced the contours of her face, combed her hair with his fingers and then began to speak:

"I love the way you move, your voice, the feel of your skin on mine. I love the way you look and the fierceness with which you love and protect your family and friends. I love the way your mind works, your wit and how you look at me. I love your strength and that you can be weak in front of me. I love how you say my name, how your body responds to mine, and the way you moan in my arms. I love to watch you dance and to watch you fight. I love the fire and tenderness in your eyes. I love to hear you come. I love to hear you say you love me. I love everything about you Buffy."

Moved, she turned to nuzzle his neck when Spike's head snapped up.

"Do you hear that?"

"What?"

"Music."

Getting to their feet, Spike slipped on his shirt and then his duster. They took a few steps until Buffy heard it too.

"Where is it coming from?" she wondered.

Spike concentrated on the sound then moved his head in its direction.

"That way."

As they walked, the sound became clearer.

"This leads to your crypt," remarked Buffy.

Spike smiled. "Neruda."

When they arrived at the mausoleum, Spike recognized the song that he had heard Neruda play the other day. Holding hands the pair walked inside and found the vampire seated on an overturned wooden box, singing with his eyes closed. He was dressed in black as usual save for the red line that bordered his Chilean poncho along the edge and around the opening for the neck. Neruda slowly opened his eyes, smiled and acknowledged the couple with a slight nod of the head. Spike nudged Buffy toward the old armchair and sat in it with Buffy in his lap. She relaxed against Spike's chest and enjoyed the strange sounds made by Neruda's instrument. His voice was pleasant and he carried a tune well. His fingers moved flawlessly and with ease over the strings. When the last note died down Neruda turned to the seated couple.

"Good evening. Lovely night isn't it?"

"It is," agreed Buffy.

"You both look well rested considering all the night's activities," he remarked throwing them a meaningful glance full of mischief and laughter.

Buffy blushed a deep shade of red and Spike looked up at the ceiling with embarrassment. Neruda hid his smile. He found them so endearing.

"So," said Spike clearing his throat and redirecting the conversation, "what sort of guitar is that?"

"This is a Chilean guitarrón," explained Neruda, "not to be confused with the Mexican one which is bigger and used in Mariachi bands. It is a variation of the Spanish guitar introduced at the beginning of colonial times. The guitarrón itself was created in Chile in the seventeenth century. It's smaller than a guitar, as you can see, has a deeper resonator and twenty five strings."

"You play beautifully," Buffy complimented him.

"Thank you. Many centuries of practice," chuckled Neruda, a dark lock of hair falling on his forehead.

"And to what do we owe this surprise but welcomed visit?" Spike asked.

Neruda combed his hair back with his hand then bit his lower lip as he strummed lightly the strings of the instrument.

"Tomorrow night, two hours after sunset, it all happens. La Quintrala doesn't want to wait anymore. She's not quite ready but she'll try to open the portal anyway."

"What's the hurry suddenly?" Spike wanted to know.

"This isn't her world. She wants to go home."

"What about you?"

"I am home."

"So she's just going to leave you?" Buffy was outraged for him.

"She left a long time ago," reasoned Neruda. "This second chance was not meant to be. She knows it, as do I."

Buffy nodded thoughtfully. "I know what I have to do, what I will do, but I don't like that it's going to hurt you."

"Some things cannot be avoided," the vampire told her. "For us this was an unexpected gift, but one that couldn't last. We've enjoyed our time together but it must end and we are both aware of it."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Rarely is happiness not tinged with pain. I've been through this before and I'm gladly doing it again because it was worth it."

"You're wise," commented Buffy.

"I'm old," Neruda laughed as he rose. "So, now you know everything. Just remember that I too know what I have to do. It's not personal, but if it comes down to her survival, I will be ruthless."

"We know."

"Then let's pray for the best come tomorrow night."

The couple accompanied him out of the crypt and halfway across the cemetery.

"Here we part ways," Neruda said. "Good luck and I will see you tomorrow after sunset. Till then, buenas noches."

"Good night Neruda," the couple said and watched him leave.

"Emergency meeting," the Slayer said with resolve.

Chapter Fifteen

The Scoobies stood at the edge of La Quintrala's grounds. Last night they had come up with a plan that seemed to take care of every possible contingency. At one point Tara had suggested they use the Buffybot and that had earned Spike a poke in the ribs from Buffy and laughter from the others. Would he ever live that down? He wondered. Probably not. Buffy had rescued him by nixing that idea, as they really didn't need the robot. This fight was not personal like the fight with Glory had been. Not to mention that La Quintrala was not a god.

Giles looked at Buffy and the Scoobies; they were as ready as they were ever going to be.

"How long will the spell last?" he inquired.

"Twenty minutes give or take," replied Tara.

"We'd better synchronize our watches so when I say it's over you guys have to get out of there," said Anya who would act as coordinator for the operation.

"Right. We'll make the most damage so that Buffy only has to deal with L.Q.," said Xander.

"What about Neruda?" asked Anya nervously.

"He's my problem," Spike answered.

"Is everyone ready?" Giles inquired.

The Scoobies looked in his direction and nodded. Willow and Tara stood side by side holding hands and began to chant ancient words. Xander turned to Anya.

"Baby, you're our eyes and ears on the outside, you going to be okay?"

Anya smiled.

"I won't disappoint you."

"You never do Anya."

They hugged briefly then Anya assumed her lookout role.

"Alright. Is everybody's comlink working?"

Everyone nodded and tried no to smile at her sergeant like approach to her role.

"Weapons?"

"Sharpened and shined."

She looked at the witches.

"Well they look about to combust."

Willow and Tara ceased to chant but their hands remained clasped not breaking the connection.

"We are ready," Willow said in a low otherwordly voice, her eyes wide and black like Tara's.

"Buffy? Whenever you say." Anya deferred to the Slayer to get the operation underway. Buffy smiled, licked her lips and with determination headed toward La Quintrala's compound.

"And here we go, headed for trouble," quipped Xander.

Anya watched as the group moved steadily across the grounds. She turned to the entranced witches and asked them to activate the spell to protect the men. Willow nodded and a few moments later a blue beam shot out and zeroed in on Xander, Giles and Spike enveloping them. When she saw the group enter the courtyard, that's when she spotted the enemy.

"Okay people, first batch of baddies on their way. Negative on Neruda."

"Great," commented Spike, "guess I'll have a smoke then."

Buffy glared at him.

"Kidding Slayer," placated Spike, then "Uh, Buffy? Duck!"

She did automatically and an arrow flew over her head and embedded itself in Spike's shoulder. He grunted as he pulled it out.

"They're shooting arrows at us?" said an incredulous Xander.

"Be grateful," replied Spike "it's only thanks to Neruda that they're not bullets."

"What makes you say that?"asked Giles as they sought cover behind a set of parked cars.

"I can't really explain it, but he would want this to be a fair fight."

"And bullets only slow them down while they can kill us," the Watcher realized. "Exactly."

"Guys? Terribly fascinating chat on the art of war but in case you haven't noticed, there are uglies everywhere and we're not exactly engaging the enemy."

"Right you are, Slayer," said Spike winking at her before running right into the thick of things.

"Spike!" hissed Buffy.

His recklessness both annoyed and fascinated her. Shrugging she followed suit.

"People!" shouted Anya through the comlinks. "I suggest you concentrate on taking the bad guys out, `cause here comes a second wave. No more arrows from what I can see."

"Second wave? But we haven't even begun with the first one!" exclaimed Xander.

"Then I suggest we imitate Spike," stated Giles before he jumped in the melee.

Though the vampires and demons were a strong bunch they were no match for the experience and efficiency of the Slayer and her accolytes. Aided by Anya who capably coordinated them, they managed to incapacitate or kill all of La Quintrala's slaves. Bloodied and some of them slightly injured the Scoobies looked around weighing their options.

"Anya, do you see anything from your vantage point?" demanded Buffy.

"Nothing. I think you should proceed inside."

"Agreed," said Giles peering cautiously through a window.

"Anya, Tara, Willow get down here!" Buffy ordered. "I don't want the group separated. Let's go in."

"Hold on Buffy," said Xander. "I'm not sure we should. We can't be certain that she sent all her goons to fight us. There may be more inside and if we go in blind, we'll be trapped."

"What do you suggest General?" Buffy said sarcastically. "The more we talk the less time you have before the spell fails."

"I have an idea to shake things up. Everybody step back."

Xander retrieved a compact rocket launcher from the bag he and Giles had carried then stashed by one of the parked cars. He armed it and fired. Most of the side of the house collapsed. There was much confusion but there, through the dust and debris, stood the last of the slaves surrounding La Quintrala, Neruda at her side. Giles, Xander and Spike were awestruck for a few moments by La Quintrala's loveliness. There were no words to properly describe the beauty that she was. Buffy coughed loudly, extremely annoyed.

"I thought we had this bewitching thing under control," she remarked to Willow and Tara.

"Uh, yeah. We do, this is just, er, normal male appreciation," explained Tara apologetically.

Buffy and Anya shot daggers at their men who reacted appropriately looking contrite but when the young women turned around, Xander looked at Spike and mouthed "Wow!" to which Spike made a very appreciative male face mouthing back "Oh, yeah!" Giles smiled at their antics but had to agree with their assessment of La Quintrala's charms.

"Defend her to the death!" ordered Neruda to the slaves when he saw the Scoobies approach.

Reacting instantly, the vampires and demons hurled themselves at the Scoobies keeping them occupied as Neruda assisted La Quintrala in opening the portal. Giles frantically yelled to the others that the ritual was nearly over. The portal would be opened and then it would be an entirely new ballgame. The fighting was ferocious, as both sides were ready and willing to bleed to death to be victorious. Neruda had chosen these slaves as his last line of defense because they were the strongest and the most vicious.

The sound of gunfire, of clashing swords and of snapping necks was continuous. Both sides were getting tired and the slaves had seen their numbers dwindle in the last few moments, which is why Neruda jumped into the fray. Spike got in his way purposely so Buffy wouldn't have to square off against him. La Quintrala kept chanting when suddenly there was a brief change in the air and Xander, Giles and Spike felt a slight pressure as they were released from the spell.

"The spell! We're out of time!" cried Tara.

With horror Willow and Tara tried to cast the spell anew but they were too exhausted to summon the energy required for it. The men readied themselves to fight the pull but Spike and Xander felt nothing. Giles on the other hand turned and started to help the slaves, grabbing Xander's neck, suffocating him slowly. Anya jumped on the Watcher's back but a vampire threw her off. As Buffy fought her way toward Giles and Xander she yelled to Willow:

"What's going on? Why is Giles the only one affected?"

"Don't know," cried Willow.

Charging with renewed determination, Buffy knocked Giles unconscious with a powerful blow to the face, effectively releasing Xander who collapsed on the floor coughing and taking big intakes of air.

"Anya, Willow, Tara! Get him out of here!" the Slayer ordered.

Just then the beams of the house that had been somewhat damaged by the blast gave way in part burying La Quintrala under heavy debris. Her demonic strength enabled her to remove the heavy beam that had fallen across her abdomen but the damage was done.

"Darío," she called weakly.

With lightning speed Neruda was by her side and realized instantly that she was fatally wounded. Cradling her in his arms he let out a chilling howl of pain and rage. The slaves that remained tried to get near La Quintrala but Neruda bared his fangs and growled ferociously making everyone of them stand down.

The Scoobies looked on the scene with mixed feelings. Relief that it was finally over fought with sadness for what Neruda was going through. Giles slowly came back to and was helped to his feet by Xander and Anya. Spike looked over at the Slayer to make sure she was alright and found her staring right back as she did the same. Neruda rocked his love gently as he whispered soothing words in Spanish. Then he started crying and Spike turned away followed immediately by the Scoobies to give the couple some privacy. La Quintrala's breathing became more labored and everyone knew these were her last moments.

"No me olvides Darío (Don't forget me Darío) ."

"Imposible mi sol," he choked out, his brown eyes swimming.

Suddenly the atmosphere became charged and a bolt of lightning struck the ground opening a portal. Panicked, the Scoobies looked at Giles and the witches for an explanation but they were as perplexed as they were. They readied themselves for more fighting when a humanoid demon emerged from the portal. He cocked his head, surveyed the mess around him.

"What wonderful chaos you've created my dear. Xalpén will be most pleased. She's been incredibly bored since your disappearance. We've been looking for you everywhere. Thank goodness you summoned Kataix; he was able to tell us in which dimension you were. Come, let us go home, away from this boorish world."

He extended his arm and a flash of energy surrounded La Quintrala. Neruda released her when he felt her move. Stunned, he watched as she regained her vitality and stood up, fully recovered.

"Thank you Soorte. I feel *much* better!"

Soorte gave a little bow.

"I cannot keep this portal open for long my dear. Shall we?" he said.

La Quintrala turned to Neruda and extended her arm toward him.

"Solo tuya (Only yours)," she reminded him.

"Solo tuyo," he confirmed.

They stared at each other and in that one glance expressed everything they had no time to say. Breaking his own rules Neruda bent his head and grasping La Quintrala's hand kissed it fervently letting her know with that token gesture all he felt for her. Moved, her lips parted, a slight cry escaping them as she caressed his dark hair. Slowly, she withdrew and joined Soorte whereupon they stepped into the portal and disappeared.

The remaining slaves panicked instantly.

"Master!" they cried, "What are we supposed to do now?"

"Weep, and go on living. Such is the nature of things," Neruda replied quietly. "Unless of course, the Slayer has other plans for us?"

Everyone turned to Buffy who shook her head.

"Leave now and I won't follow. Tomorrow, there will be no quarters."

Confused, the slaves looked at Neruda to lead them.

"Go on. I travel alone."

"But Master-" they began to protest.

"NOW!" Neruda exploded vamping out and losing his famous composure.

Terrified, the slaves dispersed immediately. There was an awkward moment of silence that followed.

"What I said earlier," Buffy said breaking the stillness, "it was not meant for you."

Neruda nodded. "Thank you. Could you all please leave?"

The Scoobies readily shuffled out feeling out of place with the turn of events. Spike was the last to go. It pained him to see the older vampire alone with his sorrow.

"Neruda?" he asked, silently offering his company.

"Nothing to be done for it Spike. Go, I'll be fine. Heartache and I are old friends."

Spike nodded and left.

The Scoobies arrived at the Magic Box just as daylight broke over the horizon. There was a quick first aid administered for the various cuts and bruises then everyone crashed wherever they sat and just slept for a few hours. Afterward, the couples groggily left to go back to their homes leaving Spike, Buffy and Giles behind. While the Watcher put the closed sign on the door of the shop then went to make some coffee, Spike and Buffy were quietly talking about all that had happened. Buffy rested her back against Spike's chest and sighed deeply.

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

"That we're lucky to have each other."

Spike hugged her tightly.

"Are you going home?" he asked.

"Nah, I'm going to hang around here. Giles and I have to put all this in a report. I'll have another nap then I'll head home. What about you?'

"I have a few errands to do then I'll go home grab a few hours of rest and then I have to go out again."

"What's going on?" she asked.

"You and I are going out tonight but first I have to do a few things," he answered mysteriously.

"What are you up to?" she laughed turning in his arms.

Spike shook his head.

"I'm not saying. Oh, and Slayer?" he said pulling her near, "dress to kill. Be ready by sunset. Tonight we party in style," he whispered seductively in her ear.

She thought then that he would kiss her thoroughly. What he did instead was kiss her temple and squeeze her waist, but it was done with so much tenderness and longing that when he let her go, Buffy had to grab the counter to steady herself. Spike smiled knowingly, lightly ran his tongue between his teeth before biting down slowly. Mesmerized, Buffy could only stare at his mouth. Her lover chuckled and grinned cockily. Not to be outdone, Buffy grabbed his belt and jerked him to her. She lowered his head so she could nuzzle his ear:

"You're being a bad boy," she told him, running her tongue from his ear to where his neck met his shoulder. "Keep it up, and I might just have to take you into my mouth and…bite." She punctuated the last word by doing just that on the tender skin of his neck.

Spike swallowed hard. Recovering somewhat, he moved away, a bounce in his step.

"Promises, promises," he sighed dramatically.

Buffy laughed and shooed him away.

"Don't forget your trusted blanket," she cried.

"I never leave home without it," he replied throwing it over his head and dashing out of the shop.

Exhausted Buffy walked to the Training Room and flopped on one of the mats.

"I am never getting up again," she mumbled.

"How will we ever avoid the next apocalypse if you don't?"

The Slayer opened her eyes to look into the upside down smiling face of her Watcher.

"How are you?" he asked.

"Never better but very, very tired."

"Quite understandable. It's been quite a roller coaster ride for you recently."

"For you too," she sighed. "Sorry about knocking you over."

"Don't worry about it. You had no choice. As for the roller coaster ride, well, there's never a dull moment. I daresay Buffy you keep surprising me."

"I'm sorry. I know you must still be seriously wiggin' with Spike and me being involved and all-"

"No, Buffy," he interrupted. "When I say surprise, I mean as in "good". I know you sometimes feel that this job, for lack of a better term, is sometimes pointless because evil just keeps coming and thankless, because the world is oblivious of its debt to you. So let me just tell you how thankful we all are of how you honour your duty, how proud I am as your Watcher of all your accomplishments, and how happy I am being part of your life. You are my blessing Buffy."

Tears clouding her vision, the Slayer sat up abruptly pulling her Watcher in a loving hug. She cried softly and happily on his shoulder as she held him tightly.

"Don't freak out on me Giles but you know I love you, right? You're my Watcher and my father, never forget it."

Giles blinked rapidly to stop a few tears from falling. When they pulled away there was none of the embarrassment usually felt after an overt display of affection. Instead, they smiled at each other then Giles left his Slayer to rest.

Chapter Sixteen

As soon as the sun set that evening, Spike came to pick up Buffy for their date. When Dawn saw him walk in the door she did a double take as she watched him move gracefully past her in his expensive navy blue suit. He wore a white shirt, a patterned blue tie with red motifs and black leather belt and shoes. His hair was attractively gelled to look slightly spiked curtesy of Willow and Tara who had helped him out since he couldn't see himself in a mirror.

"Oh, man," commented Dawn. "Buffy is going to flip when she sees you."

"You think?" said Spike grinning widely.

"Oh, yeah. Her jaw is going to hit the ground."

Buffy descended the stairs at that moment and Spike's chest tightened while his eyes widened. Dawn giggled at his reaction to her sister dressed in a tight red dress that hugged her body in all the right places. She wore black heels on her feet and a black jacket to match that she carried on her arm as well as a purse.

"Well it's a toss up," she declared. "You both look stunned and stunning. So have fun you guys, I'm out of here. I don't want to be around when this turns into NC-17 territory."

Buffy blushed and Spike laughed.

"I suggest you leave soon then Nibblet," he told her.

"Spike!" disapproved Buffy.

"What? Am I supposed to pretend that I don't want to-"

"Spike!" cut in Dawn laughing at his teasing treatment of her sister.

She kissed them both, grabbed her overnight bag and headed over to her best friend's house for a slumber party.

The night was beautiful and balmy. The lovers decided to walk leisurely holding hands to the restaurant that Spike had chosen. Curious about something, Buffy had to ask:

"And just what are you going to do while I eat? I mean you don't really eat meals."

"Just trust me," he answered noncommittal.

Just then Buffy felt the familiar tingly sensation that told her that another vampire was nearby. Her hand was already in her purse gripping a stake when a jovial voice greeted the couple.

"Chachay! Good evening to you both. My, don't you two look splendid."

"Neruda," said Spike with genuine affection.

"How are you?" asked Buffy relaxing and letting go of the stake.

"Bless your heart for asking corazón. I've been better," he admitted, "but all is as it should be."

"You're leaving," Spike said. It wasn't a question.

The South American vampire nodded.

"Where will you go?"

"Home. The desert is calling out to me."

Spike shook his head. "A vampire in the desert. I love the irony in that. I also love the unbelievable danger you get into with such flippancy."

"The desert is no enemy, I know it well."

"I will miss your company Neruda."

The older vampire's eyes twinkled with something akin to affection. He watched Spike struggle with a question and knew that he would never ask, so he offered instead.

"You know, I fancy this land. Barring my untimely demise and God willing, I will come again by these parts around this time next year."

"I'll start rounding up some cows then."

"What and miss the delightful ambiance at Willy's?"

Spike laughed.

"Yeah, it's quite a choice: the dregs of society or cows. I think we best side with the cows."

"You won't regret it," Neruda laughed heartily.

Extending his arm in friendship Spike said:

"It's been an honour and a privilege to know you Neruda."

"Likewise Spike," said the other vampire shaking his hand, then added, "Enough with this English reserve," and pulled Spike in a bear hug.

"Take care of your young lover," he whispered in Spike's ear.

The British vampire nodded. Neruda started to pull away when he suddenly grabbed Spike's neck roughly.

"And William," he began sternly then finished softly, "don't get dusted."

Surprised by the knot of emotion in his throat, Spike smiled briefly, backed away and nodded. Neruda turned his attention to Buffy.

"My dear young lady," he said as he took one of her hands and kissed it, "it's truly been a pleasure. I look forward to seeing you both again. Adios and niños, be good to each other. Dios os bendiga (God bless you)," he added before turning and walking away in the darkness.

Buffy grabbed Spike's hand and held it tightly. He blinked a few times, shook his head and regained his composure.

"You're going to miss him, aren't you?" she asked softly.

"Yeah," was all he said on the subject.

They resumed their walk and within minutes Spike's natural buoyancy resurfaced.

"When we get to the restaurant I suggest you eat plenty because we have a lot of energy to spend tonight."

Buffy giggled. Spike rolled up his eyes.

"Not just that. Well, a good part will be that," he amended, "but there are a few other things too."

Intrigued, Buffy stared at him. She wished there existed another way to show him how much he meant to her other than through words or touch. Neither seemed enough at the moment. Spike sensed what she was feeling, pulled her to him and just held her. Buffy sighed and prayed that no uglies made any appearances. If they ruined this perfect moment, there would be hell to pay. Without any words said, they ambled down the street.

When they arrived at their destination Buffy was seriously beginning to doubt Spike's romantic instincts. They were in the disreputable part of town, standing in front of what seemed to be an old sweatshop. Spike observed Buffy as she took in the surroundings and noted with amusement the dismay she tried to conceal for his sake.

"Quit your worrying Slayer and trust your man," he said as he tugged her hand.

He knocked on the rickety door.

"Me, worried? Pshh," Buffy shrugged.

Spike grunted to show how much he believed her. The door opened and a rough looking individual glared at them. Okay, thought Buffy, things have gone from bad to worse.

"What do you want?" he barked but Spike seemed nonplussed.

"Summers, party of two."

The man smiled instantly, whipping out a book from behind him. He checked it, found what he was looking for.

"Excellent. Please follow me."

"Summers?" Buffy murmured.

Spike shrugged.

"Why not? I can't remember my last name. It's been a while."

Buffy nodded and steeled herself to give the best performance of her life as they followed their guide inside the building.

They went through another door and an impeccably dressed Maitre d' beckoned them in. She gasped at what she saw. Spike had his trademark smirk on his face as he reveled in her amazement. The interior was that of an elegant but cozy european restaurant. The place was full and Buffy's eyes widened as she realized that there was an equal mix of humans, demons and vampires.

"Now don't start slaying," Spike whispered in her ear. "They're all here to have a nice time. Nobody looks for trouble here."

Buffy relaxed as she indeed noticed that there were no hostile vibes coming from anyone.

"What is this place?" she asked as they were shown to their table.

"It's called Maginot. A sort of no man's land where civilized, unprejudiced people can enjoy a good meal," Spike told her as he pulled the chair for her to sit in.

Everywhere she looked there were deep, rich colours, ornate woodcarvings and exquisite paintings adorning the walls. Everyone was well dressed she noted.

"Wow, Spike. Just, wow."

"Thought you'd like it, pet," he said with a smile.

"So what's good here? " she asked as she perused the menu.

"Everything. Order to your heart's content, luv."

Buffy giggled with delight. They had some wine and shortly after their meals were served. Buffy had opted for a seafood sautéd pasta dish with an impossible name to pronounce. She watched Spike dig into his own plate with gusto. It also was some sort of pasta dish.

"Whatever that is, it sure looks good. Can I have a bite?" she asked, as she was about to take a forkful when Spike grabbed her wrist.

"You really don't want to do that," he warned her.

"Why not?"

Spike lowered his voice.

"Because this sauce is not made from tomatoes."

"Oh." Then, "Oh!" as realization dawned on her.

Spike nodded and continued to eat.

"No wonder you're wolfing it down," she muttered. "Is it, dare I ask, human?" she asked with building anger.

"It is, but before you go ballistic listen to me. The blood is given willingly by humans that are handsomely paid for it. I know the owner. A very classy bloke. Nothing underhanded here. Stop looking for problems, get off your Slayer mode and enjoy yourself," he finished, getting annoyed with her.

"You're right. I'm sorry," she placated him. "It's just my nature to be suspicious of everything," she added.

"I know pet, it's what makes you a great Slayer, but even Slayers should have some down time," he said as he stroked her arm lovingly.

Buffy beamed at him.

"Thanks for kicking my ass when I'm in danger of brooding."

"Truly my pleasure Buffy," he smirked.

The couple enjoyed the rest of the meal, followed by coffee and dessert. Spike treated her to some stories from his past that had her practically on the floor laughing. He had a particular gift to tell stories well, as her sister constantly told her and none were as entertaining as the ones where he made fun of himself.

When they were through, Spike discreetly motioned to the waiter that they were ready to leave. Buffy was wondering how Spike was going to pay for all this when her eyes went wide as he briefly looked over the bill, took out a leather wallet from his jacket, pulled out a few hundred dollar bills and told the waiter to keep the change.

"Watch it Slayer, your eyes might actually fall out," he quipped as the very happy waiter wished them a good evening and hoped that they would return soon.

Once they were back out in the street Buffy's curiosity overcame her.

"Spike, I have to ask. Where did you get all that money?"

He put his arm around her shoulders and they started walking.

"Remember when I came back to Sunnydale to get the gem of Amara?"

"Oh, yeah, vaguely," she joked.

Spike kissed her and continued:

"Well, after my disastrous trip to L.A. I sold all the trinkets I found in the crypt where I found the ring. There was enough for a few thousands. The loot is dwindling, but we can still come back here a few times unless those fuckers at the Watcher's Council get with the twenty first century and start paying you an actual salary for putting your life on the line everyday and saving the world every other day."

"Actually," she informed him, "Giles is working on that."

"About bloody time," he muttered, "I want to be a kept vampire."

Buffy buried her head in his shoulder and laughed.

"So where to now?"

"I thought we'd go do a little dancing."

"At the Bronze?"

"No. That place is yours and your mates'. I want us to have our own spots where we can be alone when we want to."

"Is it much farther?"

Spike shook his head and pointed at the intersection of the street.

"See that abandoned theatre?"

Buffy nodded.

"To its left in the alley, there's a door. That's where we're going."

For the second time that night, Spike knocked politely on a door to gain admittance. This time a huge fellow with muscles to spare answered the door.

"Yeah?" he asked rather pleasantly.

"We just came from Maginot's," explained Spike.

"Have a good time," the young man said letting the couple by.

Buffy could hear the muted pounding of the music behind the heavy black twin doors. Spike opened the door for Buffy and the sound of loud and frenetic rock hit their eardrums. To their right was the bar. There was a stage at the back, a large dance floor immediately in front of it and many tables surrounding it. Buffy pulled Spike's head down and yelled:

"Same crowd as Maginot's."

Spike nodded and shouted back:

"Same owner."

"The place is really jumping," she remarked.

Spike shook his head and shrugged his shoulders indicating that he hadn't heard what she said. He led her to the bar.

"D'you want anything?"

"Coke."

"Right then. The lady will have a coke and I'll have a shot of Bourbon."

The bartender nodded and a few moments later was handing out the drinks. Spike paid him as Buffy drank her soft drink.

It was really hot in the club and she wished she could shed her jacket. A set of slow songs started to play so Spike was able to ask without shouting if she wanted to sit at a table. Buffy nodded and slid one arm around his waist underneath his jacket. They found a table and sat next to each other. Buffy removed her jacket and Spike followed suit. They smiled at each other in companionable silence.

Spike rolled up the sleeves of his shirt past the elbows then lit a cigarette. Buffy admired the way the muscles in his arms flexed with the smallest of gestures as he alternately took a drag from his cigarette and drank his Bourbon. She put her right hand on his knee and he flung his left arm to rest around the back of her chair. He looked completely at ease, serene, confident, and as always, slightly cocky. God she loved him. It suddenly hit her that this was a man in his prime and he was hers. Not that Riley wasn't a man or had not been wonderful in his own way, but he always struck her as still a boy in many ways. Angel, well, definitely all man there. But so sad with the weight of two centuries of guilt that it was hard to just enjoy the simple things in life. Spike on the other hand barreled through life. He took the blows and grabbed happiness wherever he could find it. His lust for life was contagious and Buffy was addicted to it. Smoking leisurely, he caught her staring at him. He tightened his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close for a hungry kiss. Buffy would never admit it to anyone but the taste of alcohol mixed with cigarettes was a heady taste and she savored it with her tongue sliding hotly against his.

"Wanna dance?" she asked him breathing hard.

He put out his cigarette.

"Always," he answered, the double entendre clear.

An hour or so later they left the club. The dancing had incensed them and for a few lust crazed moments Spike nearly forfeited his last surprise for Buffy in favor of returning home to make love as often as either could manage. Kissing and groping frantically in the alley had eased the tension somewhat but they had to stop now before it got completely out of hand. Spike led Buffy to a parking lot, which prompted her to ask if they were going for a quickie between the parked cars.

"Believe me," he said, "the thought has crossed my mind at least a half dozen times in the last two minutes but there's one more thing I want to show you before we call it a night."

"The parking lot?"

"Funny Slayer," he said, "but-"

"Hey," she cut him off, "that's your car."

"X gets the square!" he joked as he unlocked the door for her.

When they got underway Spike explained that he had parked the car earlier that day as part of his planned evening with her.

"So where to now?"

"You'll find out soon enough," he answered evasively.

Chapter Seventeen

During the drive they argued over which radio station to listen to, teased each other over their musical tastes then laughed as they recalled the time that they were engaged to be married, curtesy of a wacky spell by Willow. Buffy had wanted the song "Wind Beneath My Wings" for the first dance and Spike had never let her forget it. They talked animatedly jumping from one subject to another until Spike announced that they had arrived at their destination. Buffy had been so engrossed with their conversation that she hadn't even seen the changing scenery. Now as she took it all in, she felt strangely moved.

"The beach. I can't believe you've brought me to the beach."

"I wish we could do it in the daytime but, well, our situation being what it is, this is the best I can manage. Walk with me?" he asked softly.

She kissed his cheek, "Love to."

They got out of the car and while Buffy took off her heels, Spike removed his socks, shoes, rolled his pant legs and left his jacket in the car.

The full moon was out and the light sea breeze was a welcomed relief to the warm weather. They walked close enough that the waves licked their feet washing away their footprints in the sand.

"This is just amazing," Buffy sighed with contentment wiggling her toes in the water. "Thank you Spike," she said kissing sensuously the palm of his hand.

Spike growled with arousal. He lowered his head to kiss her when he sensed that they were not alone. His head snapped up, as Buffy too became aware of another presence.

"What is that?" she asked peering over his shoulder.

Spike turned and his face fell.

"Oh, bloody hell," he whined.

"What? What is it? What's wrong?"

"I don't know what kind of demon that is but I have a feeling my suit is not going to survive this."

The creature was seven feet tall, long and large. It consisted of a head with one large eye, a jaw from which protruted fangs of various lengths. The body was thick and had no arms or legs to speak of. It moved thanks to countless long tentacles. With a little alarm Buffy remarked to her partner that they had no weapons.

"Trunk of my car," Spike told her as he flung her the car keys. "I'll distract it."

She took off at breakneck speed just as one of the creature's tentacles landed with a loud thump inches from Spike's feet. The vampire jumped like a cat. The next few moments Spike managed to dodge all of the creature's blows but he knew he couldn't keep this up for long. From the deep grooves the tentacles left in the sand Spike realized that the creature could easily sever his head with one blow. Just then Buffy arrived running, her golden hair flying in the air, carrying a large medieval looking axe in her hands. As she ran, she sized the creature up. Remembering childhood tales of monsters she threw the axe with unerring accuracy right into the creature's lone eye. It howled agonizingly for a moment then slumped on itself.

"Is it dead?" she asked dubiously reaching for Spike's hand.

"I think so, though we'd better stand by just in case."

Buffy agreed then noticed a red stain on Spike's shoulder.

"It hurt you!" she cried indignantly.

"No worries, luv. It's the wound from last night that got reopened."

"Are you in pain?" she winced for him as she removed his tie and shirt to get a better look at it.

"Sore is all," he said then grunted when he moved his shoulder.

"Poor baby. Can I kiss it and make it better?" she soothed.

"Now that would help," he agreed, then added, "We should call your Watcher Slayer to get a look at this thing then he can dispatch it with the help of the Scoobies."

Buffy nodded and went to the car to make the call on her cell phone.

When she returned to Spike's side he had slipped his shirt back on but left it unbuttoned, his tie hung untied round his neck.

"They're on their way," she told him, walking into his open arms.

"Did I tell you that you were magnificent? You looked like an Amazon warrior. It was incredible. I'm in awe of you Buffy Summers."

She snuggled further in his embrace. Here it was safe. Here all that was evil, be it demon or human, could not reach her. They stood there a long time savoring being in each other's arms.

"Hey can I show a girl a good time or what?" he chuckled. "Dinner, dancing, romantic walk by the sea topped off by near deadly encounter with a creature that should be on the X-Files."

Buffy laughed against the smooth skin of his chest.

"Romance, action, adventure! Better than a Jerry Bruckheimer production," she giggled.

"Yep. Never a dull moment," he concluded. "Still, I am sorry this happened. It kind of killed the romantic momentum we had going."

"What? Just because there's a decaying monster at our feet? That's nothing. This is just normal everyday occurrence for us."

"It is at that, pet," he said pensively staring at the dead creature.

"Spike?" she nudged his uninjured shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"I'm having a great time," she told him, her face illuminated by a smile.

Spike quietly stared at her for a few moments.

"You're a wonder Summers, and I'm a lucky bloke," he said tenderly, running a hand through her blond hair.

Buffy couldn't resist.

"Feeling luckier?" she asked as she licked his flat nipple.

"Minx," he growled pleased with her initiative.

They exchanged a few wild caresses.

Spike leered at her. "Wanna give your friends a show? I'm game."

"Why, are they here already?" she asked, annoyed.

Spike laughed and nodded.

"Oh, Buffy I do love you," he said letting go of her, "there's nothing I want more than to lose myself in you but your friends have come here, at top speed I might add, to help with Dead Legs here, so we should be grateful that they're here so soon."

"How do you figure?" she pouted.

"Quicker this is over and done with, the quicker we are out of here," he explained.

Buffy sighed with resignation then suddenly noticed something.

"Stand behind me Spike," she ordered. "You're showing," she explained.

Spike looked down.

"Oh, right," he grinned.

Safely hidden behind Buffy they greeted the gang.

The Slayer related to them what happened. Giles examined the creature, recognized it though he had never seen one in the flesh. He wondered how Buffy knew how to kill it. She told him that she had relied on instinct. The Watcher was impressed.

"Question is, how do we get rid of this thing?" wondered Xander walking around it.

"Tara and I could do a teleportation spell and dump it in the middle of the ocean. I have what we need in my bag," Willow suggested.

"No, it's too dangerous for you," said Buffy recalling the nosebleed and headaches that her friend had suffered the last time she had done that spell.

"It's okay Buffy," Willow reassured her, "Tara and I have worked out the kinks. No more ouchies."

"What do you need?" Giles asked the two witches.

"Everybody just move away so that only the demon gets teleported," Tara instructed.

"Completely on board with that," quipped Xander.

As the witches started their chanting and flung magical dust over the creature, the rest of the group hung back and chatted until the spell was done.

"So where's Anya?" asked Spike conversationally.

"Stayed home. She wanted to come but she was so wiped out I didn't see the point for her to get out of bed. Especially since the ugly was already dead."

"She did very well yesterday, coordinating everything," declared Giles while Spike and Buffy nodded in agreement.

"That's my girl," agreed Xander proudly.

The air shifted around them suddenly and the creature vanished.

"Bravo, girls," congratulated Xander.

Willow and Tara shrugged in modesty.

"Guess that's it," said Buffy.

"Right. So Buffy, tomorrow morning first thing, stop by the Magic Box for your report-"

Spike coughed loudly.

"Uh, Giles?" Buffy cut in, "could we maybe make it more like tomorrow afternoon?"

Giles looked from her to Spike, then back to her, taking in for the first time their attire and the vampire's state of undress.

"Oh, of course. Yes, quite so," he mumbled, flushing slightly. "Xander, girls, let's go," he continued. "Buffy, Spike, well done. I'll see you tomorrow."

Xander smiled a toothy grin and winked in their direction then followed Giles. Tara and Willow lingered behind to exchange a few pleasantries with the other couple.

"You know, we finally figured out why Giles was the only one affected by La Quintrala's spell," Tara informed Buffy.

"Really?" said Buffy interested. "Let's hear it then."

"Only men who are truly and devotedly in love are immune to La Quintrala's spell. Giles being presently unattached was the only one vulnerable," Willow explained.

"I called Anya earlier to tell her," Tara continued, "and, needless to say, she was very pleased with our conclusions."

"I'll bet Xander was too," snickered Willow.

"Yeah, I saw Anya give him the evil-eye when we first saw La Quintrala," recalled Spike.

"Oh, you mean like the one I gave you?" countered Buffy.

"Now, now Slayer, you heard the witches, truly and devotedly all yours and all that," he defended himself with a winning smile. To emphasize the point he stood behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck. It had the desired effect.

"Well I'm off for some major kissage," Buffy annouced.

"Yeah, definitely time for smoochies," agreed Willow squeezing Tara's shoulder.

"What you people are doing to the English language," disapproved Spike with a sigh.

"Just concentrate on what I'm going to do to you."

"Oh. Fair enough."

The girls laughed. Willow and Tara waved goodbye and took off after Giles and Xander.

The couple watched the Scoobies leave then turned toward one another.

"Shall we go home too, luv?" Spike asked Buffy.

"Do you mind if we finish our walk on the beach before we go?"

Spike smiled.

"Come on Slayer. Let's see what other trouble we can get into tonight," he said as they resumed their walk in the shallow water.

Buffy surveyed his handsome and content face and with a mischievous grin playfully shoved him in the waves.

"You are going to pay for that missy!" he howled with mock indignation.

"I'm counting on it," she squealed with laughter as he grabbed her wrist and yanked her into the water with him.

Far away from the coast, in a cargo ship headed for South America, Neruda thought fondly on the vampire and his Slayer. Suddenly inspired, he committed his poetic thoughts to paper. When he was done, he looked it over. It was good enough to be published he knew, but decided instead to give it to the couple next year when he saw them again, "Si Dios lo quiere (God willing)," he whispered with a smile.

-THE END-

Author's notes: La Quintrala did truly exist and all that I have reported pertaining to her life is what is known from actual fact and legend.

Soorte, Kataix and Xalpén are characters belonging to the Spirits of the Kloketén of the now extinct Selk'nam people who lived in Patagonia.

The following words that were not translated in the text are Mapuche:

Chachay: term used by the Mapuche to greet a respected man or one held with affection; no equivalent in Spanish or English.

Machi: witch who uses her powers only against the forces of evil.

Tue-Tue: witch or warlock.

Weche: youngster.

The second incantation by La Quintrala ("Que venga, que venga…") is an actual and common spell found in the rural region of Santiago, Chile.

Finally, I'd like to thank Nicole, Jenny, Francie for their support, and Melissa particularly for her undying and contagious enthusiasm to see the finished product.

MJ

05/2001-08/2001

The End