The Evil Inside-Chapter 4

Spike didn't stop until his bare back hit the chair he had been sitting in. Drawing his knees up to his chest, he rested his elbows on them and shoved both hands into his hair. He pulled hard, welcoming the pain as he fought to control his demon.

Buffy sat on the couch, staring at Spike with huge eyes. The gashes on her back stung like hell, but she could already feel them starting to heal. She hadn't been surprised when his demon had come forward. She was the Slayer after all. That and the Vampire mating ritual book her and Willow used to sneak from Giles'. What surprised her was the force in which she was thrown away from him. And the fight he having trying to force the demon back. Buffy had never seen him unable to control that part of him. Even before the chip, Spike was aware of every move he made.

"Spike?"

"Not yet, Buffy." Spike said, his voice hoarse with strain. His human mask was in place, but he could still feel the demon clawing at him, fighting to come to the surface. By sheer force of will, he pushed it back.

"Spike, what's the matter?" Buffy asked, sensing the minute he was back in control. Spike flinched at the slight sound of apprehension in her voice. With a sigh, he reached behind him, grabbing his duster to get his cigarettes. He waited until after his first drag before looking at her. Buffy was sitting with her knees pulled up to her naked breasts, her arms banded tightly around her legs. Her eyes were as big as saucers as she looked at him, waiting for his answer.

"Are you hurt bad, luv?" his voice was rough and apologetic.

"I'll be fine." she answered. "What happened?"

"I dunno." Spike took a long drag of his cigarette, and noticed his hands were still shaking. "I have NEVER vamped without knowing it. Not since I was fledgling, anyway." He paused for another drag, struggling to find the words. "And then we were kissing and I guess you sliced your tongue on my fang." Buffy nodded, she remembered feeling the sting. "Your blood filled my mouth, and all of a sudden, this picture of you, bleeding, your eyes all glazed from the loss of blood, with me fucking you slammed into my head. And that's when I scratched you. I didn't even realize what I'd done until I heard you cry out. That's when I pushed you away."

"Was I dead?" Buffy whispered.

"No. Not yet. And the pisser is, it's not like I haven't dreamt of biting you. Claiming you and making you mine in the very vampiric meaning of the word. But I have never thought of death and sex together. I've never slept with somebody I wanted to kill." He paused a moment, considering. "Well, maybe Harmony." Buffy couldn't help it, she had to chuckle. "And I never put the two together when I think of you."

"Is that why you looked so out of it before? When we first came in this room. Did it happen then?" Spike nodded his head as he smashed out his cigarette, throwing it in the cold fireplace.

"Pet, put your clothes on." He couldn't continue with her looking so tempting. Spike averted his eyes as she stood to comply.

"All dressed. Now, what do you think is causing this?" Buffy asked, slipping his t-shirt over her tank top. She immediately gained comfort from his scent. The thought of Spike claiming her as his mate sent a pleasant tingle up her spine.

Spike turned back to her, a smile touching his lips at the sight of her in his shirt.

"Well, it started after we came in here. I'd say it's this house."

"And we're stuck in here." Buffy mumbled, looking around the parlor. Pictures of what Spike had described to her flashed behind her eyes. They were repulsive and exciting at the same time. *God, what is wrong with me. I get the tinglies at the thought of Spike killing me while we're. . .majorly wiggy.* Buffy thought.

"I'm sorry." Spike whispered. "The last thing I want to do is hurt you. You know that, don't you, Sweetheart?

"Yes." Relief flooded through him at her quiet answer. Spike rested his head against the chair and replayed the incident in his head. He ignored the tightening of his jeans as he remembered Buffy, naked and flushed, and concentrated on trying to figure out when he'd lost control. It had been so ingrained in him to keep tight control on it, especially after the chip. . . Spike's eyes widened in horror as realization washed over him.

"Bloody hell."

"What?" Buffy asked, looking back at him.

"Buffy," Spike started, his eyes stricken. "You have to promise me something." He sprang to his feet and began to pace the room. "Will you?"

"You have to tell me what it is first."

"If it happens again. . . If I can't control it. . ." he paused, turning to face her, blue eyes burning into hazel. "Stake me."

"Spike, I. . ."

"Pet, listen. I hurt you. The chip DID. NOT. GO. OFF." Buffy's heart slammed into her chest at his words. How could they not have noticed? She knew it still worked. Just last week he'd accidentally clipped her when she'd came up behind him during a fight. They'd both hit the ground moaning in pain. Why wasn't it working now?

"Buffy." she brought her eyes back to his. "Promise me."

"No."

"Dammit, woman. If anything happens to you because of me, I'm dust anyway. I'd do it myself, or one of the Scoobies would do it for me." He knelt in front of her, gripping her hands tightly. "You have to protect yourself from me." Spike finished quietly.

"Don't ask me to do that." Buffy said, her eyes filling with tears. She'd rather die than kill another man she loved. Memories of shoving that sword through Angel and watching him get sucked into Hell filled her mind, causing the tears to fall. Spike reached up an wiped them away gently, his mouth forming a grim line.

"Buffy. . " Spike began.

"NO!" Buffy shot off the couch, pulling her hands from his grip. "I won't do that again." She began to pace, mimicking Spike's movements from moments before. "Can't we just. . .tie you up, or something, until the others come?" Spike looked at her doubtfully, but nodded his head.

"Alright luv." he said quietly. "Don't let me hurt you." he pleaded, sitting in the chair as Buffy began ripping the sheets into strips.

"I won't." Buffy promised, tightly wrapping the bindings around his wrists and the wooden arms of the chair. Neither really thought it would hold him long if the demon came out to play. But it would at least give Buffy a chance to subdue him or run. When she finished binding his ankles to the legs, she settled herself back on the couch.

"You know," Buffy began, a purely feminine smile on her face. "Under different circumstances, this could be fun." Spike returned her smile, cocking his head to the side.

"Never pegged you for the bondage type, Pet." he replied, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth. Buffy raised a shoulder in a careless shrug.

"I'm full of surprises."

"I'll just bet you are."

The Evil Inside-chapter 5

Spike watched Buffy as she dozed off again. She had been fighting it for a while, closing her eyes and then jerking awake again. They'd talked a little, about Dawn's new boyfriend and how she was doing in school. About some spell Willow and Tara had found that would turn vampires to stone. Spike made a mental note not to get on their bad side. But finally, fatigue and boredom took over, and Buffy drifted into sleep.

Spike leaned his head back on the chair and stared at the cracked ceiling. Now that he had nothing to distract him, he couldn't ignore the beat of her heart, the pulsing of her blood.

*I told her I didn't want to come into this bloody house.* Spike thought. *Maybe next time the stupid bint'll listen to me.*

Spike shook his head, trying to clear out the thoughts that had been increasing in regularity in the hours they had been waiting. He could feel his demon clawing around inside, waiting for Spike to be weak enough to let him out. It was taking all Spike's energy to keep it at bay, and he feared that soon, he wouldn't be able to.

Spike raised his head and looked over at the blond Slayer.

*Cor, she's so bloody beautiful. I can't believe she was dreamin' about me. Wanted me to touch her. Taste her. God, she tasted so sweet. And her blood. . .* Spike moaned, deep in his chest as his cock surged to life again. He closed his eyes and tried to maneuver himself to alleviate the pressure.

"Shit." he hissed. Spike opened his eyes, his gaze resting on her again. He ran his tongue over his fangs, again not realizing he had vamped. His yellow eyes stared at her sleeping form, an image of crawling over her body, ripping the clothes away from her tan flesh rippled through his mind. He moaned again as the fantasy unfolded.

*His clawed hands raked lightly across her flesh, raising bloody welts. His lips and fangs traveled over her breasts and abdomen, his tongue lapping at the blood that was flowing freely from the gashes he'd made. He felt his power seeping into him as he grazed his fangs lower on her shuddering body. He heard her moan of pain induced lust as her legs fell open, displaying her blood engorged sex to him. Spike's fangs cut her outer lips as he buried his mouth in her snatch, eagerly lapping the combination of her blood and juices. Her hips thrust against his mouth, causing his fangs and tongue to plunge deeper into her.

A shriek of pain exploded from her as she started to struggle. One clawed hand pressed against her, holding her down as he drank from her. Her desperate movements inflamed him more, and Spike violently pulled her off the couch, forcing her to her knees as he thrust into her from behind. He reached around her body and gripped her breasts, his claws causing more of her blood to spill. He hauled her against him, sinking his fangs deep into her throat, his pelvis slapping hard against her buttocks. He growled deep in his throat as he drained her. Spike's cock surged within her just as Buffy went limp and lifeless in his arms. He tore his fangs from his throat, her blood staining his mouth and chin. With a howl of triumph, Spike let her body slump to the floor.

The Evil Inside-Chapter 6

Spike's eyes snapped open and he looked at the peacefully sleeping Slayer. He drew in several deep unneeded breaths, trying to calm himself.

*Get a grip, mate. These aren't the thoughts of a vampire seeking redemption.* He told himself. He desperately needed a cigarette, but not as much as he needed to get out of this soddin' house!

Her blood was calling him again, and he knew it would only take a flick of his wrists to be free. Only a quick twist of his ankles to be able to walk over to her and take her.

Spike gripped the arms of the chair, fighting the blood lust that was coursing through him.

Redemption. What the bloody fuck was he bothering for? Why the fuck should he care? He was a God damned demon. Evil fucking undead. She's probably loving this. Him being all poofy and broody like Angel. Bitch. Who did she think she was? Thinkin' he was going to be her lap dog. He'd rip her throat out and bathe in her blood. Fucking roll in it.

Spike shook his head violently, whimpering in despair. He fought against the urge to snap his bonds. Whistler had told him if he stayed on the right path, his blood lust would stop. He still needed violence, but he wouldn't look at humans as happy meals with legs anymore. Well, Spike had done his part, now where the fuck was his divine help? Ran off and left him the second they stepped into this house.

Spike felt like his mind was shattering into a thousand different pieces, and he couldn't get it put back together fast enough to push the demon back. The blonde vampire blinked back tears as he clung to his sanity. He couldn't tell how long they'd been there, but he hoped Giles would show soon. Or Xander. Or any of them. Anybody that could get them out of this damn house. Hell, he'd probably give Angel a big, old, wet snog if he'd let them out.

*Yeah, let them all come. Kill all them Wankers. Teach 'em not to treat the Big Bad like a pet vamp. Yeah, especially that damned whelp. Fucking play jump rope with his intestines. Maybe use his eyeballs for dice. And that blonde demon of his. Now she was a hot piece. Spike'd have a real good time with her.* A slow demonic smile spread across his face as he thought of what he would do to Anya. She liked kinky sex. He'd show her kink. He'd do things to her she never even dreamed of as a vengeance demon.

He sat there for a minute, his mind lost in the images of pain and blood that he would bring to all the Scoobies. But it was the image of him, Dawn and Buffy involved in a bloody menage trois that brought Spike reeling back to reality.

*Ohgodohgodohgod.*

"Buffy!" Spike hissed, his voice raw. The blonde Slayer stirred, her eyes slowly opening. She looked over at Spike, coming fully alert at the sight of him. In the dim candle light, she could see his face rippling between his demon and human faces. His fingers were splintering the wood of the arms of the chair. Tears streamed down his face, unheeded. Tension and fear radiated of his rigid body in waves.

"Spike?" Buffy questioned, rising into a sitting position.

"Stake me." He pleaded, his blue eyes flashing yellow as he looked at her. She slowly shook her head, causing Spike to growl. "Do your fucking job, Slayer! I. CAN"T. HOLD. ON!"

"NO! I told you, I won't do it again. I'll fight you if I have to, but I. WILL. NOT. KILL. YOU." Buffy said, getting to her feet. Spike lowered his head, tension shaking his lean form. Suddenly, he stilled. Buffy took a step towards him, stifling a squeal when his head popped up.

Buffy stared at the ridged form of his demonic visage, icy fear skating up her spine. But it was the yellow of his eyes that caused the hard knot of dread to form in her stomach. She hadn't been afraid of this side of him in years, because one look in his eyes and she knew it was still Spike. The teasing light would still be in them. But looking in them now, Buffy knew Spike was gone. They were cold, and hard, and flat. The only thing shining in them was the lust for her blood.

Buffy watched in horror as the demon in Spike's form casually ripped the sheets binding his wrists. She couldn't seem to convince herself to move as he reached down with clawed hands to rip away the restraints on his ankles. She managed to back up a step as he slowly came to his feet, leisurely stretching. He turned to look at her, a smirk on his face.

He rubbed his palm across his hard stomach, his head tilted to the side as his eyes roamed over her petite body. He curled his tongue around his fang, causing an involuntary shudder to wrack through her. Buffy stood frozen in shock as he took a step towards her. He closed the distance between them, gripping her arms painfully. Buffy still couldn't move. He yanked her against his chest, a disgusted leer on his face.

"Didn't think you'd go down this easy." The demon growled.

Buffy whimpered as she saw her death in his eyes. The demon blinked, his grip loosening a bit. Suddenly, Buffy was looking into the blue, panic filled gaze of the man she loved.

"Run, luv. RUN!" Spike pushed her away from him, finally spurring Buffy out of her daze. With Slayer speed and lightening reflexes, Buffy took off just as Spike's head snapped up, demon firmly in place. It's nostrils flared as Buffy disappeared into the dark house. A slow, feral smile spread across its face as the chase began.

Walking over to the couch, it bent and retrieved the red shirt and duster, sliding them on as it anticipated the hunt.

Its' third Slayer. The most powerful one ever. It couldn't wait.

With Spike's cocky swagger, the demon strode out of the parlor. It paused at the bottom of the stairs, stretching out its' senses to find her. It chuckled, deep in its' chest as it pinpointed the direction she'd run.

It turned and started up the stairs, humming as it climbed. Its' movements were slow, not feeling the need to hurry. It had all the time in the world.

"Buuuufffy" It called in a sing song voice. The demon's yellow eyes scanned the upper landing, picking out the furniture, seeking the doors.

"Oh, Slayer. You know I can feel you." It called in the same sing song voice, as it tried doors, opening them, then slamming them closed. Of course, it already knew where she was. Her heartbeat betrayed her. But it didn't want to find her to quickly, or her blood wouldn't be as sweet with fear.

This Slayer would be the best. The other two had wanted to die. But Buffy. . .she wanted to live. Was almost desperate with her need for it. It almost purred at the thought of her death.

Chapter 7

Buffy couldn't believe that she was hiding in a closet. How *Halloween* could she get? She suppressed a shriek when she heard the door slam down the hall.

*Shit, shit, shit!* her mind screamed. Buffy knew he was playing with her. The demon thrived on the taste of fear.

Buffy bit her lip hard as another door slammed. *This is Angel all over again.* she thought. Only Spike didn't have a soul to lose. And it was the house causing the demon to have full control.

*Why didn't I listen to him? Note to self- when a vampire says 'I'm not goin' in there' listen to him and haul ass in the opposite direction!*

Buffy stiffened as her Slayer sense kicked into overdrive. He was outside the door to the room she was in. *Here we go* she thought. She curled her hand around the doorknob and prepared to slam it against him when he found her. He had and advantage over her, his night vision. All Buffy could rely on was the training that Giles had made her do while blind folded. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Buffy waited.

Now he was in the room. She hadn't heard the door open, but she felt him. She always knew when Spike was near.

Slowly, it stalked towards the closet door, deeply breathing in the scent of her fear. A chuckle rumbled deep in its' chest as it envisioned her blood pumping from her body. The feeling of her warmth leaving her skin as he pumped himself in her. He gently stroked his erection through his jeans as he made his way around the bed to the door. Slowly, it reached it's hand out and grasped the knob.

"Let's see what's hiding behind door number one." It mumbled, a grin curling it's mouth.

Buffy tensed as she felt the door knob start to turn. Pressing her body close to the wood, she prepared to spring. Following the swinging motion as it open, she threw her weight against it and slammed it into his body. A growl escaped it throat as it was forced backwards. Scrambling across the bed, Buffy made for the door, then let out a yelp as it grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her back against him.

"Shh. Don't be scared, luv." It whispered, running its' cool tongue along the outer shell of her ear. "I won't hurt you." His lips were now on her throat. "Much."

Buffy cursed to herself as she felt her body responding to his touch. These were still Spike's hands caressing her through her clothes. Still Spikes' mouth teasing her bare flesh. Still his voice whispering seductively in her ear.

"Spike, please. I know a part of you is still in there." Buffy hated the way her voice trembled. Despised the way the demon could make her body shiver. A part of her was wanting the dark pleasures that it was promising.

"This is a part of me, pet. The part you won't accept." It growled.

"That's bull shit." Her traitorous body arched into him when his fang grazed her throat, it's cool tongue lapping at the precious fluid. Her heart was pounding in her chest with fear and desire.

"You know you want it, Slayer. The release that only I can give you. The pain and the pleasure. Your death will feel so good, baby." Its' arm was banded tightly around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides as its' other hand roamed freely on her body, caressing her roughly. She whimpered in response as pictures of their first and final mating filled her head. It revolted and excited her at the same time, causing her juices to flow as its' hand rubbed her most sensitive spot through her jeans. Her hips moved on their own accord, and as his fangs pierced her flesh she came with a scream, slumping back against his cool body. It retracted its' fangs from her throat, its' tongue drawing patterns in her blood.

"I want to be in you when you die, Slayer. I want to feel you around me when the life leaves your eyes and you succumb to the dark, feeling the most pleasure you've ever felt." Buffy closed her eyes as the soft purr of its' voice spun its web around her. She was lost and on some level she knew it. The part of her that she always denied wanted what he was offering. She pressed her ass against his hard cock, making it purr at her acceptance of the inevitable.

"BUFFY!" Dawn's voice jolted Buffy out of her haze, and panic set in as she realized what she had been about to do. She felt Spike tense behind her, the hands that had traveled to her arms gripping them painfully. She felt him shudder then heard his soft voice.

"Nibblet?" In the instant, she knew it was Spike. Slayer instincts kicking in, Buffy kicked back with her foot, connecting painfully with his shin. It growled as its' grip loosened, and she pulled out of his hands, turning to face him. As quick as he had surfaced, Spike was pushed back, and Buffy stared into the angry yellow eyes of his demon.

"They're too late, girl. I will have you." That's when he launched. Buffy dodged its' arm and shot her foot out again. The demon howled as she connected with its' groin.

With a grimace and a mumbled "Sorry, Spike." Buffy tore out the door while it was still on its' knees.

"DAWN. GET THE DOOR OPEN!" She screamed, flying down the stairs.

"WE'RE TRYING!" Came the reply through the thick wood. Buffy skidded to a stop, barely missing the hole in the floor. With a growl, the demon jumped over the railing from the second floor. Landing in a crouch behind her, it poised to strike.

"TRY HARDER!" She managed to get out as it tackled her, pulling her painfully to the ground.

"GILES!" she heard Dawn scream as she desperately tried to throw the blonde vampire off. Her foot connected with the table by the door, sending it and the vase on top of it crashing to the floor. Buffy managed to twist beneath him, sending a punch to his face. Its' head snapped back and she shoved against it, sending it flying away from her. The demon crashed against the jamb opposite them as a hacking sound began on the door.

"BUFFY, WE'LL BE THROUGH IN A MINUTE!" Dawn screamed.

"HURRY!" Buffy grabbed the table just as the demon rushed her again, swinging it around at his head. At the last second it ducked, grabbing the table and using her momentum to swing her around. She landed against the wall with a thud, cracking the plaster. Buffy's breath left her body at the impact, and she leaned helplessly against it, stunned.

"Time's up." It snarled, stalking towards her. It seized her by her shoulders, pulling her to the middle of the room.

With a loud thump, the front door flew open, smashing against the inside wall. The demons' head whipped around, momentarily distracted from its' prey. That moment was all Buffy needed. Bringing her arms up, she broke its hold on her, hissing as its' claws scraped her flesh. With a rapid series of punches to its' face, Buffy drove Spike towards the door.

"MOVE!" she screamed, and Dawn and Giles scrambled to get out of the way. With a final, powerful kick to the center of his chest, Buffy sent Spike flying through the door, off the porch and into the overgrown grass of the lawn.

"Buffy, what the HELL are you doing?" Dawn asked, starting down the steps towards Spike. Buffy quickly grabbed her arm, hauling her sister back onto the porch.

"Er, Buffy." Giles started, looking down at the vampire's unconscious form. "What happened?"

"Yeah. Why the hell are you kicking the shit out of Spike?" Dawn demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. Ignoring them both, Buffy stepped off the porch and approached Spikes' still form. Kneeling cautiously next to him, she gripped the arm of his duster and hauled him onto his back. Buffy frowned when she saw he was still vamped.

"Buffy?" The Slayer raised her eyes to rest on Giles' confused face. "Why were you fighting with Spike?"

Still not answering, Buffy's gaze drifted past the two that were looking at her expectantly, to the house. A sudden and fierce desire to destroy overtook her. Quickly rummaging through Spike's pockets, she pulled out his lighter. Standing, she stripped off the black t-shirt and walked back onto the porch. With one last look at the place that had almost destroyed them, she brought the flame to the edge of the shirt, then through it inside. With a grim smile, Buffy slammed the door and walked back to Spike.

"Let's go.' She told them, as she pulled Spike over her shoulder. The three walked to Giles' car, not looking back as a sound close to a scream of pain filled the night air.

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The Evil Inside-chapter 8

"So, the longer you stayed in the house, the less control he had over his demon?" Giles asked, taking off his glasses to clean them. Spike was currently chained on the bed in the Watcher's guest bedroom. He still hadn't woken up, and he was still vamped. Willow had just come in and she was a bit disconcerted at the sight.

"Yeah, I mean, we weren't even in there twenty minutes before it started." Buffy answered, wiping a tear away with a sniff. She was sitting in the chair next to Spike, her chin resting on her knuckles. Her eyes never left the unconscious vampire as she spoke.

"What happened exactly? I mean, did he go all 'grr' on you right away?" Willow asked. She was desperately trying to catch up with the conversation, having missed most of it. She glanced over at Giles who was leaning against the door frame, looking worriedly at Spike.

"No. Not right away. That was the finale to our little haunted house drama. And I somehow don't think it's over." Buffy paused, looking at Willow who was standing at the foot of the bed. "He said he kept getting images in his head. And they scared him. Enough to make him beg me to stake him."

Willows' eyes widened as all eyes returned to the inert form of the blonde vampire. She had come to like and respect Spike over the years. So much so, that she couldn't imagine their little make shift family without him. And if he had wanted Buffy to stake him, he must have been seriously losing control.

"He didn't want to go in, ya know?" Buffy whispered, squeezing her eyes shut against the tears. Willow quickly moved to her friend as Giles looked on helplessly, wrapping an arm around the Slayer. "And I wouldn't listen. When a vampire's scared, it's so NOT a good thing. And I was all my pushy Slayer self."

"Buffy. Don't blame yourself. It's going to be okay." Willow comforted.

"Is it?" Buffy pulled away from the witch. "He's been out for two hours, Will. And he's still all bumpy. What if that place totally destroyed him."

"He's tough. He'll come out of this. Remember, you dropped an organ on him, and he snapped back from that." Willow reminded her.

"But that was physical. I don't know if he'll bounce back from this."

"He'll be alright. You'll see." Buffy rested her head on Willow's knee.

"I hope you're right."

*So do I.* the witch thought. Giles looked at the two young women, his thoughts mirroring theirs.

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