This was written just for the fun of it! <smirks> Enjoy!

This story deals with an AU. Buffy and all the usual Scooby’s exist.

Summary: Season seven. This is a sequel to Atonement. It deals with the further discovery of what Spike has become following his Trial at the end of season six.

The Usual Disclaimers: Buffy The Vampire Slayer and all characters belong to their creator Joss Whedon, EM, and UPN. I receive no profit for any of my writings depicting those same characters, just the pleasure of taking them out to play on occasion.

Spoilers through Season 6.

Rated PG-17 for graphic violence.

Pairings: Buffy/Spike & Willow/Xander

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Special thanks to my beta readers, Jackie and Dene’ for showing me the errors of my way! To which I give to them my many thanks.

Discoveries

By Murray DeLee

Chapter 5

“Just take the bleedin’ shot already mate.”

“I am takin’ the bleedin’ shot, blondie.”

The newly souled vampire growled low in his throat even though his eyes held a hint of affection for the young man he was playing pool with. He moved closer to him as he hissed in his ear, “Listen Wanker, I have things to do and places to be. Is this going to take much longer?”

Instead of replying Xander took the shot banking the cue ball just off center of the right hand corner pocket, as the ball zipped back towards him it sliced into the eight ball at just the right angle gliding effortlessly into the side pocket.

“Wanker indeed,” he muttered as he stuck out his left hand palm up. “Fifty bucks, Oh newly souled one.”

The peroxide blonde looked at him then looked over at his girlfriend.

She shrugged and smirked at him, “I am so not giving you fifty bucks. It was your bet, your loss, so you pay the Wanker.” Realizing what she said she tried to cover. “Now you have me talking like you. I am not hanging out with you anymore. Dawn was right the more we are together the more alike we sound. This is so embarrassing.”

She looked over at Xander and said, “Sorry, but you know that was Spike’s fault right.” She gave him a sly smile.

Spike for his part tried to look all innocent and failed miserably.

“Look Buffy someone owes me fifty bucks. I use to think that the newly souled one was a bad influence on you, now I am starting to think it was actually the other way around.” He said the last part almost laughing.

As the interplay went on between the two friends, Willow went over to Spike and whispered in his ear. He stiffened and looked in the direction he saw her eyes looking. Coming up about one hundred feet behind Xander were two guys who definitely looked like they belonged to the undead gang.

Buffy’s spidey senses started to tingle, she nudged Xander to be quiet. Before he could say anything the peroxide blonde spoke quietly, in a voice he recognized from the summer that The Slayer had died. The voice that said, do what I say and do it now.

“Xan, it might be a good idea to put the argument on hold for a bit, mate.”

Much to his credit he just nodded and turned to face the two coming towards them.

As the two approached the table the one in the gray t-shirt hissed out. “Traitor you and your blonde bitch might want to meet us outside in five minutes.”

Buffy started to move forward, Spikes left hand shot out and gripped her right arm as he said in a voice that would stop any sane creature, “Why would I want to do that, mate?”

“If you don’t The Watcher and his woman are going to die. We will meet you in the alley.” Without another word the two turned as one and headed towards the exit.

“Bullocks!” he said under his breath.

“Did he just call me a bitch?”

“People the clock is ticking and he said he has Giles and I think he meant Anya,” said Willow.

Xander shook his head as he said, “That can’t be right, Giles was Dawn sitting tonight. He was supposed to be alone.”

The red head put on her resolve face as her eyes started to flash black, “I am not losing any more of my family to some insane killers.”

“No magic, Wills,” came the firm reply from her boyfriend.

“Fine no magic, but I am still going to kill him.” She extended her right arm straight out and pulled her shirtsleeve up revealing a spring-loaded stake.

The blonde Slayer looked at her and spoke, “I get the leader.”

The red headed ex-witch grinned and pulled her sleeve down.

Spike and Xander just looked at each other and said as one, “Ladies.”

Like a well-oiled machine the four moved away from the table towards the exit.

“I got your back love.” Having said that Spike and Xander moved towards the exit in the back that would lead directly to the alley, while the women moved to the front door.

“You still owe me fifty bucks blondie.”

“Oh for the love of…,” Spike sputtered, “can we not talk about till after?”

“Yeah, and after you are still going to owe me.”

They made it to the exit and out the door into a circle of seven vamps. Sensing them he moving Xander behind him against the wall. Ignoring the vamps, he said “Yeah, mate I know fifty bucks. Ya know you made a lucky shot.”

The vamps looked confused for a moment as the two didn’t seem to notice them, for their part the two both pointed their arms straight out as twin stakes shot out from spring loaders hidden in their sleeves. Two vamps exploded into a cloud of dust. The others looked on in confusion as the center vamps exploded into twin dust clouds. A female voice spoke.

“It’s not polite to ignore the ladies, boys.”

“Freeze or the Watcher and his woman die.”

Moving without seeming to move at all, Spike’s left hand shot out a stake going into the chest and an inch above the heart of the black haired vamp. He cried out in pain and surprise.

His blonde counterpart moved with equal speed her right hand shooting out and staking the leader in the stomach. Before he could even cry out she gripped his throat and pulled him towards her as she spoke in a cold hard voice, “I want my Watcher and his woman or you are going to die slowly, got it?”

Spikes left hand jerked the stake out of the black haired vamp as he stabbed him once more on the other side of the heart. “Now, boy. Answer the lady, Where are our friends?”

As they spoke, Xander took Willow’s cell phone and dialed Giles’ cell. He spoke into it for a few seconds and then hung up. “Buffy, Giles is at home with Dawn. They lied!”

Buffy breathed a sigh of relief. Twisting the throat of the vamp she held, she told him, “Don’t ever call me a bitch, you bastard.” With her other hand she slowly pushed the stake into his chest over his heart. The vampire’s eyes went wide with shock and pain. “Don’t ever threaten my family and don’t ever try to set me up again.” Her eyes narrowed as she pushed against the spike and the vampire on the receiving end, dusted.

Spike for his part slipped into game face, “Want to know what I hate being called more then anything in the worlds.” The vamp he held by the throat shook his head and tried to growl through a crushed larynx.

Relishing the fear in the vamps eyes he leaned in close and whispered so only the vamp could hear, “Traitor!” Then without a thought he pulled back his head and snapped it forward, his fangs slipping painfully into the vampires throat, drinking greedily, he sucked down the borrowed blood flowing through his veins, dropping the drained body of the vampire, it exploded into dust as it hit the floor.

“Oh gross,” said Xander. Willow made gagging sounds as if she was going to throw up and Buffy for her part went to her love and put her arms around him. He shook off his game face and looked at Xander.

“So we are even right. I dusted two of them to your one. By rights mate you owe me.”

Xander put his arms around his girlfriend protectively as she slowly straightened up. “I never want to see you do that again Spike, that was just gross. I mean I never even knew a vampire dusted if he was drained.”

“So your saying watching me eat is gross?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“Xan, I have seen you eat and it is not a pretty site you chew like a cow.”

As they verbally sparred with one another Buffy went over to Willow to make sure she was all right. “Wills?”

She nodded at her girlfriend and smiled weakly at the two arguing. Both girls looked at each other and rolled their eyes laughing.

“I do not chew like a cow.” He glared at the blonde vampire. “And you still owe me fifty bucks!”

“I tell you what mate, double or nothin’?”

Xander moved over to his redheaded girlfriend and took her arm in his and pulled her against him, kissing her gently. As he broke the kiss she smiled at him. “Your on.” He said as he started to lead them all back towards The Bronze.

Buffy moved effortlessly into Spikes open arms as he kissed her deeply, running his hands up and down her sides, sending shivers through her.

About two minutes later a small slap on his right arm brought him back to reality, he growled and looked at the small redhead who had delivered the blow.

“Will you two stop doing that every chance you get?” She giggled.

The two looked at one another and smiled as one saying, “No!” Then their mouths found each other’s as they licked and sucked at one another’s tongues, each moaning in the back of their throats.

“I swear if you two don’t stop doing that I am going to get a hose,” said an annoyed male voice as a female voice said in lusty voice, “If you can’t beat them…”

“Join ‘em.” Said a male voice just before the two slipped into each other’s arms and emulate their two friends.

TBC

Chapter 6

The redhead giggled at her companion as they sat around the quadrangle of the college campus. “You are not evil, oh peroxide blonde one.”

He put his hand over her mouth in one smooth movement and said in as serious a voice as he could muster, “Shhh, I have a reputation to maintain, Red. You trying to blow my cover?” His blue eyes sparkled as he spoke.

She pushed his hand away from her mouth and got a serious look on her face as she tried to phrase what she wanted to ask. “How do you do it?”

See the expression on her face he asked softly, “Do what, luv?”

“Live with what you did in the past?”

He took a deep breath not wanting to go into his past but knowing he had no choice. She was one of his friends. Funny that, friends, two years ago he would have drained her dry if he could have, three years ago before the chip he would have done it. Without remorse, no guilt, just his way of surviving, in retrospect he would not have given it a second thought. He shivered at the thought and felt a momentary twinge of sorrow and guilt. Not for the first time he thought of his now immortal soul and the guilt of his past washed over him. Forcing his face to remain free of his tumulus emotions, he considered her question.

“Willow, I take one day at a time.” He smiled as he recalled Buffy telling him to take baby steps and then continued. “A friend told me when I returned from Africa that I needed to take things one step at a time, baby steps if you will.” He shrugged and then smiled at her genuinely. “That’s what I do, that’s what you need to do.”

She broke down and felt her heart constrict in her chest as her thoughts took her back to the night of Tara’s death, two short months ago. Tears streamed down her face as her breath came in great gulps. He gathered her into his arms and stroked her hair softly and spoke loving words to her. Trying his best to calm her. The woman in his arms hiccupped and pressed her tear-moistened face into his shoulder.

For a few minutes he just held her, knowing that was what she needed more than anything else. Finally her small body settled down as her breathing evened out a bit. He continued sharing with her, a piece of himself, something at this point he had only done with Buffy. “Red, Warren deserved to die. He deserved to die for what he had done to Tara and the other woman he murdered.”

She lifted her tear stained face off his shoulder and looked into his face, “But, I…I murdered him, Spike. I judged him and found him guilty. Then carried out the death penalty and every night I see Tara’s face as she crumbled at my feet. Then his face as he begged for his life. Every…night...I…relive it.”

“Shhhhhhh, it’s alright, Wills, your not alone, you don’t have to face this alone. You have Xander, Buffy, The Watcher, Lil’ Bit, and me. We’re here. You’re not alone. We all miss her, pet.”

He dried her eyes with the pads of his thumbs as she spoke in a voice so soft that had it not been for his vampiric hearing he would have had trouble understanding her.

“She was my life Spike, it’s not fair that I had just gotten her back. I miss her so much. Sometimes at night I wake up and start looking for her, then I remember she isn’t here anymore.”

He wasn’t sure how to respond to that, his own heart aching for her. He knew that if he didn’t have Buffy, regret for all the cruel things he had done in the past would have pushed him over the edge.

“Then grieve for her, pet, just keep in mind if you ever want to talk. I’m here to listen.”

She sniffed once and smiled at him. “Thanks, Spike.”

In response he kissed the top of her head and just held her. At that moment Buffy and Xander came around the corner of a building and saw them. They walked over to them.

“So Spike something you want to tell me?” She said in a teasing tone.

“What do ya mean, pet?”

“Like why you’re holding my girlfriend in your arms and kissing the top of her head?”

“Oh that well, there actually is a good explanation for that love.” He stopped and looked into her hazel eyes over the top of Willow’s head, his classic smirk evident on his chiseled features.

The love and savior of his life crossed her arms across her chest and looked back into his blue eyes. “I’m waiting!” She said as she tapped her left foot with mock impatience.

The redhead looked up at her girlfriend and said, “Spike and I decided. I get you and he gets Xander.”

For his part Xander looked at the peroxide blonde and made a gagging sound. Then sobered and said happily, “Hey, if I get the Buffster then I would be up for a trade.”

The redhead quickly disengaged herself from around the souled vampire and jumped into her boyfriend’s arms and kissed him deeply. As they came up for much needed air he gasped out, “Or maybe not.”

Buffy moved over to her lover and said with a wink and a smile, “Just remember whom you belong to vampire.”

He smiled as he took her into his arms and said in a mischievous voice, “Willow?”

She pressed herself against him and her lips found his as she teasingly bit the lower one and sucked at it. Her hands sliding down his hard stomach until she cupped him.

He gasped out, “You…I meant you.”

She caressed him through his pants and whispered huskily into his ear, “Don’t make me hurt you, baby.”

“Please,” he moaned and then kissed her passionately. His own hands sliding along her ass pulling her roughly against him as she moaned into his mouth.

“Guy’s,” said Xander, “uh, we’re still here. Broad daylight, college campus, remember?”

Reluctantly the two lovers parted and the blonde said looking into her lover’s eyes, “Pity.”

“Buffy, you are so bad.”

“Wills, I was never like this before him. It’s his fault he corrupted me. I swear, I’m of the innocent.”

“Yeah, blame the vampire,” said Spike.

“Can I help it if I am madly in love with you? Is it my fault you know exactly what I like? Exactly how to touch me?” She asked innocently, all the while both breathing heavily and looking into each other’s eyes.

All he could do was smile and move in for another kiss.

The other couple laughed at their friends and each took the other by the arm and pulled them apart.

Buffy and Spike both whimpered at the loss of contact.

“So anyone up for lunch?” Asked Xander.

“Lunch would be good,” replied Willow.

“Fine,” growled a frustrated vampire, “but I would rather just move on to the desert.”

The bleached blonde Slayer took her boyfriend’s hand in hers and walked with their friends in silence for a bit.

Whispering to themselves the two blondes walked a little behind the redhead and the brunette. “So what did you and Wills talk about?”

“She was feeling bad about Tara and killing Warren. I was telling her how to cope with the…” he swallowed and inhaled deeply, “guilt. I told her what you said, baby steps.”

She nodded and kissed him on the cheek, her heart swelling with pride. “You’re a good man, baby.”

He squeezed her hand lovingly and growled, “I keep telling you, pet, I’m evil.”

She wasn’t buying any of it, “In your dreams, Fang Breathe.”

He jerked her to a stop and turned her to him, the backside of his left hand trailing softly down the side of her right cheek. She shivered slightly at the contact and the look in his eyes. “Think I’m not evil, Slayer. Wait till we get home.”

She swallowed hard with instant lust just from that contact and the sound of his voice, “Yes, sir.” Without even so much as a thought she said, “Can we go home now?”

He laughed at his lover and tugged her against him as they started to walk to catch up to their friends. “Eat first love. Then desert.”

She swallowed again feeling herself grow moist and wondered how she was ever going to make it through lunch.

TBC

Chapter 7



Sunnydale Restful Cemetery Midnight The Next Day


Spike leaned heavily into Giles cursing every so often at the pain caused by a hunting knife protruding from his left shoulder, blood flowing freely down his arm. Giles held him up, his right hand on the hilt of the knife. As he readied himself to pull it out. While all around them the cemetery exploded into chaos. Close to ten demons surrounded The Slayer and Slayerettes.



The Slayer was in a blind rage punching and spin kicking at the closest of the demons and all she really wanted was to get to her lover. Hold him and tell him everything would be all right. Seeing the demon that had stabbed her vampire she flipped over the one directly in front of her and landed directly in front of him, her, it?.



"You!" She hissed out, each word leaving her mouth dripping with vile. "You hurt my mate. I'm going to kill you slowly for that."



Before the creature before her could register what she said, her left hand extended in a flat palm strike catching it in the chest, it flew back fifteen feet in the air and crashed into the side of a crypt.



Moving with the speed of a Slayer, she was on it in an instant. Her left hand slashed out fingers extended in a claw, she raked it's face, green colored blood oozed out from the fresh deep gouges she left in it's right cheek. It howled in pain and fright. Her hazel eyes seemed to glow for a moment as the moonlight reflect off them. She stood up and jerked the creature up with her. Gripping it's filthy torn shirt she fell back with all her weight bringing the thing with her, her feet extended and caught it in the chest, as she completed her fall, she pushed with all her might and the creature shot up into the air in an arch and crashed with it's back against the ground. Blood shot out from it's mouth, nose and ears at the impact, as internal organs exploded.



Standing smoothly she walked towards it kicking it in it's side. Then she slammed her foot down on it's throat and listened as it's neck snapped under the impact. She growled once low in her throat and turned. Her friends had engaged three of the others and six more stood watching her. In a language she could not understand they spoke almost as one. She moved forward, the look in her eyes told of torture and death. The remaining creatures looked from each other, back to her, then at each other and again the screech, she assumed was language assaulted her ears.



The skies filled with thunder and lightening, a jagged edged portal of the color purple opened up and they jumped through it to safety. It closed as a bolt of lightning shot down from the heavens and speared it in the center. A dark cloud of smoke and the smell of rotting eggs was all that marked it's passing.



The sounds of fighting shook her out of her stupor as she turned towards the sounds of combat, a demon had Xan by the throat, holding him six inches above the ground. Buffy moved without a thought reaching her right hand across her left hip a knife as if by magic filled her hand. Moving with the stealth of a cat she grabbed the demon, holding her friend, by the hair at the base of his scalp, jerked his head back and dragged the knife across his throat. Dropping Xander it's mouth opened to cry out as blood streamed forward coating the boys face and upper chest in it's spray. Xander screamed out and pushed the creature away from him; it was dead before it hit the ground.



Breathing deeply trying to calm himself after his near death experience he saw a demon grab his lady by her throat. Forgetting what had just happened to him he ran over and grabbed the demon by his right arm and pulled him off her. He began smashing him in the face with the stake he was unaware he was holding. Green blood streamed down the things face as it cried out in pain. A minute later, Xander followed it down to the ground unaware it was dead and kept stabbing it. Till the hand of the redhead grabbed his arm on an upward swing and said, "Honey, it's dead, it's over."



He gulped in big gulps of air and grabbed her to him blindly, his hands going over her body checking for damage. She said softly, "I'm okay honey, you saved me. See, I'm okay."



He nodded vigorously and pulled her tightly to him tears of joy streamed unashamed down his face.



Anya for her part fought the last of the demons. She struck him repeatedly on the head with a tree branch. Screaming at him the whole time. Slowly it sank to it's knees as the damage from the strikes took it's toll. It was dead before it even touched the ground. As she started to calm she looked around and saw her once fiancée with his new love and smiled, in her heart of hearts wishing him luck and the happiness she could never give him. Looking over her shoulder she saw the Watcher holding Spike up against him and quickly went over to them to see if she could help. Buffy made it there first and took Spike from Giles. Her face paled as she saw the knife still in him.



"Spike," she began her voice filled with the panic she felt, "Baby, talk to me. Please baby, don't leave me, please!" She stroked his face and saw where the knife went in. There was so much blood and it looked to be lodged in the bone. She inhaled sharply thinking of the pain he must be in.



"Buffy we need to get him to hospital." Said Giles. "I think the knife is lodged in the bone."



"No bloody hospital, mate. Just take me home. I'll be alright." A voice cried out filled with pain, he looked from Giles to Buffy. "Please, love. I want to go home. I want." He never finished his sentence the pain causing him to pass out.



"Spike." Buffy screamed.



37.5 Hours Later, Sunnydale Memorial Hospital:



"I want to go home. I hate it here and I'm hungry!" Said a very pissed off vampire.



"They said you could leave in an other hour or so, baby."



"Now, love. I want to go now."



"Spike, they have to check the wound and then they said you could go."



"Right they just want to poke me with more needles. I have to get out of here pet, they are still trying to figure out what is wrong with my blood. This place reminds me of The Initiative," he said in nervous voice. "And we all know how well that turned out don't we, Slayer?"



She got up from the chair and went over to his bed and laid down in it with him, pulling him to her and stroked his face, being careful of his injured shoulder. "Baby, you know I am not going to let them do anything to you, don't you?"



"Yes." He said trusting her completely.



"Then let them check you out once more, please. Willow is going to erase all evidence of you ever being here after your release. No physical evidence. Okay?"



He looked into the woman's eyes and nodded in agreement, he could deny her nothing.



"I love you."



"I know you do. I just want to go home. I need to eat. I am so hungry." He shivered against her, hunger evident in his very body language. She made a decision without even really thinking about it.



"Drink me!" She said in a voice that held only love and trust.



"No. I am bloody well not drinking you. You are my lover and my life not my food source." He said with what she had come to understand as his resolve voice.



She kissed his face and then nibbled on his right ear lobe. "Do you love me?"



"You know I love you, Buffy. You are my soul mate."



"As you are mine, vampire, now drink me. I want to do this for you. Please, baby. Let me do this for you. I want you to claim me as yours."



"Slayer," he said then corrected himself, "Buffy, we are in hospital, I am not going to do this here. Much as I want to claim you as mine forever this is not the place."



She tilted her head away from him, her jugular vein pulsing with the flow of warm rich blood. Flowing strongly under the surface of her skin. "Claim me then, lover. I am already yours forever our souls make it so, so do this for me, do it for you because I can give you what you need, do it for us."



His heart beat wildly in his chest as he extended his senses to the hallways of the hospital, listening for signs of the nurses or doctors. Hearing none he licking his lips, bringing them to his lovers and kissed her deeply, his hand moving inside her shirt finding her left breast, warm as it filled his hand, her nipple instantly erect against the palm of his hand.



She moaned deeply at the contact, he moved his hand so he could feel the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it and then pinching it. Twisting it gently, tugging it as she gasped against his mouth then pulled her mouth from his and hissed out in a kind of pleasure pain. Her breathing increased, as did her heart rate. Her lust filled eyes found his as her small hand filled with his manhood. She stroked him through the hospital gown he wore, the friction of the material and the tightness of her hand causing him to become instantly erect in her hand. Moaning he involuntarily pumped into her hand. She smiled at the knowledge that she had done that to him. His left hand moving down and cupping her roughly between her legs, feeling her instantly dampen against the material and his hand. Her arousal struck his nostrils instantly. He growled and rolled her over, his hands struggling to free her from her pants.



She raised her hips, as he undid snaps and the zipper, so she could help him remove her pants. Her own impatience causing the ache between her legs to grow to an almost painful level, she wanted him as badly or perhaps more then he wanted her. She had never known anyone like him. A look from him could cause her to tremble, one touch anywhere on her body would cause her vagina to spasm and become instantly wet. She wanted him, plain and simple, she needed him. She cried out as he touched her wet curls, his fingers finding her entrance, two slipping inside her as she spasmed around them, sucking them in deeper, tears leaking out the corners of her eyes, the need for him so great. Her mouth opened in a silent pleasure filled scream.



He pulled his fingers from her as she cried out his name from the loss of contact, her muscles clenching around the empty space her hips jerked as she fought from coming. He turned her so her back was to him, his manhood coated with pre-cum sliding up and down along the crack of her ass. Her vagina leaking her wet hot juices down her thighs. She thought she was going to faint if he didn't fill her soon. Tears of frustration and want continued to track down her face as he filled her unexpectedly. She cried out loudly not able to contain herself, his left hand covered her mouth. "Shhh, love, soon, baby."



She whimpered and thrust back hard against him, forcing him to fill her. "Please, please, please." She begged him to complete her. Her body shaking as an orgasm ripped through her. He stroked in and out of her, his right hand gripping the hair at the base of her neck he jerked her head back as he felt his own orgasm struggling to answer her's.



His fangs grew as his eyes glowed with an inner yellow light, locking his lips on to her pulsing jugular, his teeth slid into the smooth scar free skin, she gasped at the entry of his fangs as she felt him drink from her. Another orgasm more powerful then the first ripped through her entire body, causing her to whimper and cry out, her breathing uncontrollable. His own orgasm answered hers as he pumped her full of his warm seed. He drank greedily at first, gulping down her rich life giving blood, then slowly carefully, lovingly, he slid his fangs from her neck and licked at the wounds. Licking up the tiny droplets of blood that still dripped from them. His saliva helping the wounds close and heal almost instantly, leaving behind twin scars, leaving behind his claim to her.



"Mine!" His voice whispered in her right ear. "Mine, forever more."



"Yours". She answered weakly, the love so evident in her voice. A part of her marveled that it had taken her so long to reach this point with him. Her soul touched his as she said, "Yours, forever more!"



They lay together wrapped in each others arms for thirty minutes alternating between petting each other and kissing each other. Finally they rose from the bed that had served as their claiming of one another, both looking deeply into eyes that reflect the souls of each, looking back at the other.



She stroked her face after she dressed saying softly, "Mine! Mine, forever more."



He responded in kind as he stood dressed in his black jeans and black t-shirt, "Yours! Yours, forever more!"



"Lets get out of here, pet. I want to go home and discuss this in our own bed."



She smiled, shivered, thinking of what was to come and took his hand in hers and headed with him to the door.



In Another Time And Place, Separated By The Fabric Of Dimensions:



Two beings stood in what appeared to be an ancient Roman Hall. Each had glowing golden skin and eyes that matched, dressed in identical white robes, which spoke of royalty. These beings where known as The Twins, they directly served The Powers That Be.



Standing before the Hall of Mirrors they could see into any reality they saw fit. At this time they were watching the Chosen One, child born of the light and her newly Souled Vampire, once a child born to know only darkness. "Sister, events are moving along nicely don't you agree?"



"No brother, I do not. In three days time the portal that was opened the other night by the Akalanian demons will reopen. Signaling the end of the light. The being known as Giles is no closer to discovering the prophecy."



"Perhaps CeeCee, if we called him here. We could explain!"



"Seth, you know The Powers That Be, will not allow us to interfere directly." A smile appeared on her face as she thought.



"You are thinking of The Seer and her Souled Vampire are you not?" His own smile matching hers as she nodded her head in agreement.



"It would be logical," she said softly as her eyes began to glow, "and as you say time is short."



Cordelia's and Angel's Bedroom At The Hyperon Hotel, Downtown L.A:



Her head snapped to the left her lips held in a tight grimace as the pain of the vision struck. The dark haired souled vampire's eyes shot open as his vampiric sense's took in his lover's changes in the sound of her blood cursing through her veins, body heat and breathing. Turning her towards him he saw perspiration soaking her nightgown to her warm body. She shivered as he took her into his arms and stroked back her hair from her face. Slowly she stopped shivering, her eyes opened, her arms went around her vampire lover holding him to her tightly.



"Shhhh, I'm here Cordy. I've got you, your safe."



She swallowed and nodded once, "Buffy.", she struggled to get out. "Sunnydale, demony things..."



He stroked her back gently as she tried to gather her thoughts and speak.

"And they were wearing really shabby clothes." She said as her forehead wrinkled in confusion.



He smiled at her as she said the last. Then turned serious as he asked, "You said Buffy. Is she in trouble?"



"I'm not sure Angel, I think if we don't get to Sunnydale, we're all in trouble."



"When? How much time do we have?"



She looked into her lover's eyes a worried expression on her face as she spoke in a small voice, "Three days!"



TBC

This story deals with an AU. Buffy and all the usual Scooby’s exist.

Summary: Season seven. This is a sequel to Atonement. It deals with the further discovery of what Spike has become following his Trial at the end of season six.

The Usual Disclaimers: Buffy The Vampire Slayer and all characters belong to their creator Joss Whedon, EM, and UPN. I receive no profit for any of my writings depicting those same characters, just the pleasure of taking them out to play on occasion.

Spoilers through Season 6.

Rated NC-17 For Consensual Sex Between Two Adults

Pairings: Buffy/Spike & Cordelia/Angel

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Discoveries

By Murray DeLee

Chapter 8

She lay in the dark on her left side, facing him, watching him sleep. She still marveled at the fact that he needed to breath not being able to help herself she traced the scar running through his left eyebrow. Her breathe caught in her chest, he was so beautiful. Her hand traced the small scar on the left side of her neck and she smiled in the knowledge that he had finally claimed her. The mark would tell all that he had chosen her as his mate. It would tell the world whom she belonged too. In her short twenty-two years of life she had never wanted to belong to anyone. Not even Angel.

She shifted slightly beside him and leaned so she was slightly over him, taking a strand of hair in her right hand she played it softly under his nose. Causing him to twitch and shift in his sleep to get away from it. A playful smile played out over her lips as she moved again to tease him with it. Again he shifted and she giggled, his eyes snapped open and he smiled at her, she was the first thing that greeted him.

*My god, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon*, he thought to himself. “Morning, Cutie.”

She leaned over and kissed him deeply, the kiss conveying nothing short of her love for him, her desire for him. His right hand came up and fisted in the hair at the back of her neck pulling her closer as his tongue licked at her bottom lip, his blunt teeth nipping it gently.

She moaned deep in her throat as she pressed her naked body closer to his. It always amazed her that she could never get enough of him. No matter how many times they made love or touched one another, to her it always felt more intense then the time before.

Without thinking she broke the kiss and licked down to his jaw line working her way down to the pulse point in his neck, without thinking she bit down hard with her blunt teeth breaking the surface of the skin as he cried out her name in a pleasure pain. He was instantly erect, painfully erect as she lapped at the blood flowing from the wound on his neck.

She stoked his erection with her tiny hand as she pulled her bloodied lips from the wound, her eyes slits of desire as a word whispered only for him escaped her lips, “Mine!”

His eyes widened at the word and he replied without thinking, “Always.” His own hands roamed over her body as he slowly kissed his way down her neck, sucking hard at her own pulse point, his hands cupping her naked breast, thumb and forefinger twisting both her nipples simultaneously.

“Please,” she gasped out.

“Tell me what you want, pet?” He asked his own voice rich with lust.

She looked at him shyly as she stroked him harder, her lust filled eyes looking into his, the sound of her labored breathing and the rushing of her blood filling his ears. The scent of her arousal strong in the morning air mixing with the vanilla scent that was unique to her. Pleasure flooded her senses as she tried to articulate what she wanted of him.

Again he twisted her nipples, her chest rose up to push harder against his fingers. “Tell me what you want, love!” He commanded in a voice rich with love and lust.

Her nostrils flared at the pleasure pain he was causing her as she gulped down much needed air. Her voice rich with desire, “You… I… want… you!”

His lips captured hers in a searing all consuming kiss, that left her and him even more breathless then they already were. “Buffy, I need you to tell me what you want?”

Her body was in flames her soul touched his as she tried to speak, put into words what she wanted. “William, I want you to make love to me, I need you to show me that I belong only to you.” Tears of joy and want leaked out the corners of her eyes.

He took pity on her and slowly trailed his right hand down her stomach, to the curls that covered started at the apex of her sex. “Is this what you want, pet?” He asked, as a finger trailed along her wet slit, lightly teasing her clit.

She moaned and cried out his name as the flames of desire suddenly turned white hot, her need so great she thought she was going to pass out, from that one touch.

“Please...please…please. N…need you…inside.” She gasped out.

At her pleading he slid a finger inside her slick wet channel, marveling at the way her inner walls clenched him and pulled him in further as her hips shot up in a desperate need for more.

His finger was joined with a second as he angled it up slightly and found her g-spot, rubbing the hardened inner flesh she cried out and came in a rush, her muscles milking his fingers as her juices flowed over his fingers and down to pool into his hands. Her vision spotted at the intensity of the orgasm that washed over her, her hips jerking as her body shook.

He smiled at the intensity of her orgasm and the knowledge that he had cause that. As her breathing slowed she stroked his face lovingly then without a thought she flipped him over and rose up so she could guide his hard member inside her. She slammed her hips down hard swallowing all of him and cried out as her hands flayed against his chest. Her nails trailing welts down his chest as her muscles milked him, hard.

He answered her silent pleas by thrusting up deep into her, his hands reaching up and pulling her face to his own as his lips found hers. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, in time with his hips thrusting up into her own and she cried out with pleasure into his mouth.

He slammed up harder with each stroke as she slammed down to meet his every thrust.

“Buffy,” he cried out as his lips tore from hers, “I’m going to cum love.”

“Cum for me Spike, please, I need it, please!” She urged him on her muscles clamping down on his stiff member.

He cried out her name as his warm seed filled her, his eyes never leaving her face as he gasped out, “Look at me, Buffy!”

Her eyes opened as she looked into his her own orgasm answering his own as she whimpered and moaned against him. She collapsed against him and rasped out, “I love you, baby,” that was her last thought as she slipped into sleep.

Still buried in her he followed her as he held her small form to his chest, his own heart beating wildly in his chest. He stroked her hair and back lovingly as he followed her into sleep.

The phone rang, Dawn hurriedly answer it knowing that her sister and her lover where upstairs fast asleep. “Summer’s residence.”

“Dawn, is that you?”

Her eyes went large at the sound of the voice, as she asked tenitively, “Angel?

“Dawn, I need to speak to Buffy is she there?” His voice sounded filled with urgency and all Dawn could think was, *Oh shit*

“I think she’s sleeping, what is this about? Can I give her a message?”

“Dawnie, I really need to speak to her. Something has come up and we are headed to Sunnydale tonight as soon as the sun goes down.”

“Angel I can’t really wake her up right now, she and Spi…” Her eyes again went wide as she realized what she had almost said.

A growl was heard on the other end of the phone as his voice shot back, “What is she doing with my childe?” The tone of his voice was not pleasant to say the least.

“I’ll,” she stammered back. I’ll tell her you’ll be here tonight. Gotta go Angel. See ya.” With that said she hung up the phone quickly. Slapping her forehead she muttered, “Oh shit, they are so both going to kill me.”

She raced up the stairs taking them two at a time and knocked loudly on Buffy’s door. “Sis, we need to talk,” She said urgently.

“Dawnie, go away we’re trying to sleep.” Came a sleepy irritated voice from within.

Taking a deep breath she said in a neutral tone of voice, “Angel called he will be here after sundown.”

“Oh bloody hell.” The male voice from behind the closed door cried out fully awake now.

TBC

Discoveries

By Murray DeLee

Chapter 9

Lobby of The Hyperion Hotel

Angel came storming downstairs followed by an amused Cordelia, she shook her head as she followed him down into the lobby. “Angel, why are you so mad?”

With his back to her he answered each word coming out of his mouth measured, “Cordy, she is with Spike.” He turned to face her, “Do you really know what that means?”

“Gee, I don’t know. Could it possibly be that he loves her?

“He doesn’t have a soul, you know that, in all probability it means he is planning on killing her.” His voice sounded tired he was so tired of this argument with her and the rest to the LA crew. He just couldn’t understand that they always looked for the good in his wayward childe.

Her voice sounded hurt as she shot back, “He loves her Angel. He would never hurt her. I am beginning to think the real reason you’re so pissed off at this is because you still want her.” She moved closer to him as she spoke what was really on her mind. “You still love her don’t you? That’s the real reason you’re pissed. You just won’t except that she has found someone that actually makes her happy.”

“Cordy, I love you. You know that. I just don’t want to see her hurt.”

Her face and eyes softened as she moved into the brooding vampires arms and buried her face in his chest saying softly, “He won’t hurt her.”

“How can you be so sure, Cord?” He asked his hand stroking her short hair as he kissed the top of her head.

“My vision, showed them together Angel, he was saving her life and she called him baby.”

He stuttered out, “But…but…”

Before he could find the words she struck him hard in the chest, tears running down her face. “I can’t do this with you any more Angel. I can’t have you ripping out my heart every time you think she’s in danger and you need to go to her. You tell me you love me and yet a part of you loves her more. I can feel it. I just…” Her sobs came out in between huge gulps of air as she fought for control. It was tearing her apart. She loved him so much and the big jerk was throwing away the best thing that ever happened to either of them over someone he could never be with.

He held her tighter and rained kisses down her face. Reaching for her lips he crushed his own to them and licked at her lower lip, she opened her mouth as her tongue sought out his. Tasting him. Her hands stroked his hair as she pressed her body closer to his, then she remembered he had hurt her and she pushed back against his chest as her resolve kicked in.

He was momentarily stunned at her actions but on a level he knew why she did it and he felt guilty as hell over it. He had to show her, tell her, she was his life now. He just couldn’t help his reaction over his first true love.

“Cord, I’m sorry.” His right hand gripped her gently under her chin as he lifted her face to him. “I love you, you are everything I have ever and will ever want. It’s just that she was my first and I can’t let her be hurt, not by him.”

She bit her lower lip as she saw the truth in his eyes and said in a trembling voice, “He won’t hurt her Angel. He loves her and I know this is hard for you to understand, but in my vision I saw how much she loves and needs him.”

“You have to accept that she has moved on and finally found someone whom she can love as much as they love her. You always said you wanted her happy. Please, my love, let her be happy,” as her lips sought out his for a gentle kiss she said softly, “Let us be happy!”

He considered her words and then smiling at her nodding once, confirming he was finally getting it. Then something else she said sank in and his eyes widened. “She loves him? Since when?”

She laughed at his confusion and replied, “Ask your ex when you see her?” Having said all she was going to say on the matter, she pulled his head to her own and kissed him with all the love and passion she felt for him, her body trying desperately to mold itself to his.

At that same moment Lorne cleared his throat as he stood with Wesley the ex-watcher and Faith the rogue slayer. “If we are going kids, then we need to get going. The clock is ticking.”

The two lovers slowly came up for air and whimpered slightly at the loss of contact. As one they turned and walked with their bags towards the exit of the hotel, as Cordy passed Lorne she growled out, “I owe you for that.”

He chuckled and followed them out.

“Oh Spike, do stop pacing around and no smoking in the house.”

“Listen watcher it’s not your bleedin’ sire coming to help save the day is it? I mean I can’t even stand the bloody poof and your telling us he is going to help us save the world.” Disgustedly he put out his cigarette in the ashtray sitting on the coffee table.

Giles took off his glasses as he starting cleaning them with a handkerchief that seemed to materialize in his hand almost by magic. “Yes, that is what the prophecy stated.”

“Did it also state the fact that he is going to try and stake me the first chance he gets?”

“Baby, if anyone is going to stake you it’s going to be me.” His lover told him, a playful smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Oh sing me another one, pet that one is getting just so old.” His voice matched her own playful one as he moved and took her into his arms and slowly his lips sought out her own. She moaned at the contact.

“Oh for the love of god,” said Dawn, “Will you two stop it already.”

They both mock growled at her and then kissed anyways. A loud knock on the door brought the small group back to reality as the two jumped away from each other.

“Oh bloody hell,” muttered the newly souled Day Walker as he strode over to the door his hand in Buffy’s, dragging her with him. “Show time love.”

She squeezed his hand to reassure him that she was here by his side and would remain there till time itself came to a grinding halt.

He opened the door and saw a brooding vampire, a green demon with horns, a somewhat smiling ex-cheerleader, a once Watcher and a rogue Slayer.

The others walked past the two blondes as Spike stared hard at Angel. “So peaches what brings you to our humble abode.”

He returned the stare and stood just outside the door wondering if he was still invited or if one of the witches had done an uninvited spell, testing the invisible non-existent barrier. His right fist shot out and caught his childe in the chin sending him crashing back into the coffee table in the living room. The wood splintered beneath him as he landed hard on top of it. Getting up he moved quickly towards his sire, as they met half way they gripped each other by the lapels of their shirts. “If you so much as hurt her I am going to stake you.”

A spin kick caught Angel in the right side and two ribs cracked as he went down. A very pissed off blonde slayer stood over the fallen dark haired vampire. No one else moved as they watched, knowing this had to be gotten out of the way before the reason for the visit could be started.

The little blonde slayer reached down and jerked the vampire to his feet. “Three things Angel, this is my house, you are here as a guest and Spike is my mate. Touch him again and I will stake you.” Her eyes glared as she looked into his. For just an instant they flashed an angry yellow. It had happened so quickly that Angel wasn’t sure what he had just seen.

For his part he kept his mouth closed and simply nodded. Trying desperately to digest what she had just said about Spike being her mate and failing miserably. His eyes trailed down from her own to her smooth neck now devoid of all scars save the claiming bite marking the left side of her neck.

Satisfied she smirked at him and helped him to his feet. The others still in shock looked on, except for Spike who moved smoothly and put his right arm around her waist in a protective gesture that said in no unspoken terms she was his.

Buffy looked at Cordelia and said in a pleasant voice, “How are you Cord? I see you brought psycho slayer with you.”

Not deeming it worthy of an answer she went over to Angel and laid her head against his shoulder as her own arm went around his waist.

Spike looked at the group curiously and then to the ex-cheerleader a smile broke out on his face as his eyes settled on her neck.

Her eyes widened as she realized what it was he was looking at and her hand flew up to cover the mark on her own neck.

The bleached blonde vampire laughed as he tightened his hold on his mate, “So peaches claim anyone lately?”

He growled once in response, as he tightened his own hold on his lover.

Faith turned to Wesley and asked, “So tell me again why we came here?”

“Something about a prophecy involving a slayer and a souled vampire. Uniting together to realign the forces of light and dark.”

Spikes burst out laughing as he heard the Ex-Watcher talking to the Rogue Slayer. Buffy shot him a look, rolling her eyes and all he could do was laugh harder.

Lorne looked curiously at the bleached blonde vampire feeling something was off but couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

The small blonde Slayer could contain herself no longer as she said, “And what makes you think, Angel is the souled vampire of the prophecy, Wesley?”

The LA Crew looked at her as if she had just grown a second head. Angel broke the silence, “To my knowledge I am the only souled vampire around.”

Spike for his part started singing, “Please allow me to introduce myself, I’m a man of wealth and fame…” his voice trailed off as Lorne’s surprised look took on a smile and he said, “My god, the prophecy isn’t about Angel, it’s about him.”

Before anyone could protest Giles spoke up, “And so it shall come to pass the light will merge with the dark to beat back the forces of darkness. The best of both shall join together and out of this joining the birth of the Day Walker will come about. He will have help to guide him along the way, a blonde Slayer once his enemy will join her love with his and that love will give him the strength to do what is right. Another souled vampire will join The Day Walker, with help of his own true love to lend strength to the bond. A Slayer once turned from the path of right shall walk with one who once watched to help turn the tide back towards the light. One who is a father and not a father shall join with the sister who is not a sister, a witch and a builder to fight on the side of right.”

He paused to take a breath as Dawn moved towards him to take her hand in his, the whelp and the witch also came forward to lend support.

The dark haired brooding vampire looked at those gathered around the blond slayer and his childe. His head tilted slightly to the left he absorbed the words spoken by Giles and the evidence of his own eyes as he saw the look that passed between the slayer and her vampire, “He really loves her doesn’t he?”

Cordelia, who had no real love for Buffy spoke softly, “Yes, you big dork and it appears she loves him as well.”

“But he can’t love her, he has no soul!”

Lorne came forward and spoke softly, “Actually sweet cheeks he does. I read it as he sang.”

“What next?” asked Angel incredulously? “Does he get to walk in the light of day as well?”

“Actually peaches it’s funny that you should ask that question.” Smirked Spike.

Buffy not able to contain herself any longer buried her face in his chest.

TBC

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