2 months passed...
Spike was horrified that Buffy had to witness the carnage of that fateful
evening in 1978, first hand. From then on, he used every bit of strength he had
to remain with her through the night.
Buffy's dreams about the past stopped, slthough she still had nightmares where
she relived the murders over and over again. She'd wake up crying and yelling,
but Spike would be there to comfort her and tell her that he was with her. It
made it easier for her though she couldn't hold him tightly the way she wanted
to.
Xander still had nightmares about the thing in the basement. It was gone now,
banished by the priest, but the memory would stay with him forever.
A lot of work was accomplished on the house in those months. The living room was
livable again; the kitchen was pristine; the lawns were still being manicured,
but they looked 100% better already; the pond was fresh and stocked with fish,
ducks and a frog or two; and even though there were more important rooms to
renovate, the ballroom was fixed up, too. The hardwood floors gleamed; the
deep-red wall paper was restored; crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. It
was like something out of a fairy tale. Xander insisted on hanging a glittering
ball in the middle of the room. When the lights were turned down low, thousands
of little patches of light filled and drifted throughout the room from the ball.
The three friends couldn't wait to invite the townspeople up for the
re-christening of the house. If they wanted to come, that is. This place had a
lot of baggage as far as the town was concerned. Still, a big, party was going
to be held when everything was finished.
The best part of the last few months had been the power and plumbing being in
working order. They had a celebration with a bottle of wine from the cellar when
the power was turned on. It was a huge relief for all of them.
Spike would only leave Buffy's side in the morning, and they'd always part with
a soft kiss. Then it was on to the day's work for her while he went wherever it
was that he went to regenerate his energy.
When she was sure he wasn't around, Buffy would start discussing the Angel
situation. Willow tracked Liam 'Angel' O'Connor down on her laptop. He did
indeed live in L.A., running his father's hotel business. He was now
50-years-old and married with no children. From all appearances, he was a normal
(but very rich) man. But they knew different. He was a heartless killer. No one
could do what he'd done and be 'normal'.
They came up with a plan. And it was time to put it into action.
"Okay, we ready?" Buffy asked, her voice wavering with excitement and fear.
"Yep, let's do it," Willow said.
Xander gulped and nodded.
He still didn't like this at all, but Buffy was determined. Spike and the others
that were killed did deserve to have justice. Xander just wished that it wasn't
relying on them to serve it up.
Buffy dialed the number and waited.
"Hello, Angel Enterprises, this is Cordelia speaking. How may I help you?"
"Yes, hello," Buffy said, keeping her voice calm. "I'd like to speak to Mr.
O'Connor, please."
"Do you have an appointment?"
"Um--no...but he's going to want to talk to me."
"May I have your name?"
"Can you give him a message?" Buffy asked.
"Alright..."
"Tell him--tell him that I was at the mansion on July 5, 1978. I saw what
happened. Can you give him the message right now?"
"I'm--afraid Mr. O'Connor is in a meeting at the moment."
"Okay, make sure you give him the message. I'll call back at 4:00."
"What's your name?" the secretary asked.
Buffy hung up, and took several deep breaths.
"They wouldn't put me through to him," she explained.
"Buffy, are you sure we shouldn't just tell the cops?" Xander asked. "We're
waaaay out of our league here..."
"The cops are in on the cover-up, it could be even more dangerous if we went to
them."
"Nice town..." Xander said sarcastically.
"It is a nice town. The problem is the people controlling it," Buffy said,
taking a drink of water.
"You did good, Buffy," Willow reassured her. "You sounded very authoritative."
"I'm all shaky inside," Buffy said, laughing nervously.
They all looked at the clock on the mantle, 1:30. Only two and a half hours to
go before she called back.
Angel kicked back at his desk, lighting up a cigar in victory. He was going to
acquire a smaller hotel chain and expand the business even further. Life was
good.
He leaned over and pressed the intercom button. "Any messages, Cordelia?" He
puffed out a cloud of thick smoke.
"Yes, sir."
"Bring them in, would you?"
"Right away," Cordelia signed off.
She entered the office a few moments later and approached his desk.
"You had a call from Hal Page, he wants to get together for a round of golf in
the morning." Cordelia laid the messages out on the desk. "Another call from
Bernadette Palmer about the new hotel you're building in Tampa...and there was
one more."
Angel looked at her expectantly. "Well?"
"I wouldn't even bring it to you, but...it was strange. A woman called. She
wouldn't give me her name. She said," Cordelia referred to the message slip in
her hand, "She said, quote, 'Tell him that I was at the mansion July 5, 1978. I
saw what happened.'" Cordelia looked back at him. "Does that make any sense to
you?"
Angel's heart clenched, the muscles of his jaw worked. He leaned over and
snatched the paper from her hands and looked at it. Cordelia blinked at his
abruptness.
"She didn't give her name?" he asked, still looking at the paper.
"No. She said that she was going to call back at 4 o'clock. Should--I put her
through?"
"Yes. Put her through. She--might be an old friend of mine." He forced a smile
onto his face. "A friend who was fond of games like this."
"Oh, alright, then..." Cordelia said. Something was bothering her about the way
he looked. He was trying to cover, but the message seemed to freak him out.
Angel waited, watching the clock. It was impossible...no one could have been
there. The house was empty that night. He didn't know what kind of game this
woman was playing, but she'd be sorry--very sorry.
A minute after 4, his phone lit up. He took a calming breath and picked up the
phone.
"Yes?"
"Angel O'Connor?" Buffy asked.
"Yes. I don't go by that name so much anymore, though. You're the one who called
earlier?"
"Yes, that was me. You got the message then?"
"Indeed I did. What's this about?"
"I think you know what it's about. Don't play dumb. I know what you did."
"What is it that I'm supposed to have done?" Angel said haughtily.
"You murdered them. Spike, Darla, Ethan and Percy--you murdered them in cold
blood."
"You're insane," Angel said calmly. "You don't know a thing."
"Would you like me to give you some details?" Buffy asked, her voice quavering
slightly. "How about--what you said to Spike when you were stabbing him to
death?"
Angel remained silent.
Buffy continued, "You said, 'I told you I'd kill you, don't look so surprised.'"
Buffy had to cover her mouth to muffle a sob. "Before you left, you said you
were going to get some traveling money and be on your way."
Angel thought he was going to vomit. No one could know that. No one that wasn't
there.
"Do you believe me now?" Buffy asked.
"What do you want?" he asked in a low, dangerous tone.
"I'll keep this information to myself--if--you play ball."
"Blackmail?" Angel laughed mirthlessly. "You don't have a shred of proof that
what you're saying is true."
"Yes, but I could make things very difficult for you. I could contact
some news organizations, I could tell them all about it. Who knows? Maybe one
ambitious journalist will get interested in the story and do a little
investigating on their own. I could--"
"Alright!" Angel yelled. He took a breath, then continued more evenly, "Alright.
I'll 'play ball' as you put it. But not over the phone. I want to do this
face-to-face."
"Good. I'm glad you're seeing things my way," Buffy said, trying to sound like a
character from a spy movie. "Do you know Phil's Diner?" Buffy had picked an
eatery in downtown L.A. for the meeting. It was well-lit and safe.
"Yes," Angel said after a moment.
"I'll meet you there tomorrow night at 8 o'clock in the evening. We'll talk
terms then."
Buffy hung up.
Angel ended the call and pressed another button on the phone.
"Yes, Mr. O'Connor?" a male voice asked.
"Were you able to trace the call?"
"Yes, sir. It's an address in Sunnydale, California."
Angel considered that. "Very good. Send it up to me right away. And," he added,
his voice grave, "you will speak of this with no one. Do you understand?"
"Y-Yes, sir. I understand."
Angel ended the call and sat back again. "You're going to get a lot more than
you bargained for...No one fucks with my life." He fingered his silver letter
opener.
That night the skies began clouding up, a storm was just on the horizon.
"You sure you don't want to come with, Buffster?" Xander asked pulling on his
jacket.
"Nah, I want to stay here and wait for Spike."
"Okay, but I still feel funny leaving you all alone," Willow said.
"I'm not alone. Spike will show up soon." Buffy smiled. "Now go on, you
knuckleheads. You're going to miss the start of the movie."
Xander gave her a kiss on the cheek and held out his arm for Willow. "Ready,
M'lady?"
She giggled and looped her arm through his. "Let's motor. See ya in a few hours,
Buffy."
"Have a good time! And bring me back some Raisinets!" Buffy called after them.
Buffy sat on the couch in the living room going over her plan again and again.
She would go to meet Angel at the diner tomorrow at 8. Willow and Xander would
be waiting outside just in case she needed them. Willow had put together a
listening and recording device that Buffy could wear concealed in her clothing.
Buffy would bait Angel into confessing to the crimes. Then they'd have proof to
present to the proper authorities, ones that weren't in the O'Connors
pocket.
Buffy was scared shitless, but she had to do it. Since the dreams, she became
more and more sure of the fact that she was the one meant to expose Angel. Buffy
had seen Darla, Percy and Ethan's ghosts every now and then. Sadness and despair
radiating from them. She had to do it for them too.
The storm was getting louder and closer. A particularly loud crack of thunder
made her jump.
"Spike?" Buffy called out to him. "It'd be nice if you chose now to show
up...the storm's making me jumpy."
The lights went out. "Oh, shit." Buffy cursed. "Great, that's what I needed."
She got up and walked slowly to the armoire where they kept a flashlight. She
clicked on the flashlight, feeling a little better already.
A small noise came from the kitchen. It sounded like a pot being knocked over.
Her heart thudded.
"It's okay...some of the ghosts like to make noise sometimes...they won't hurt
you," Buffy told herself.
A shape appeared in the archway.
Buffy shone the light on it, hoping that it was Spike.
Angel squinted. "Hello, there. Miss Summers, is it?"
She froze in terror.
"You seem to be having a little problem with the power." Angel smiled, shielding
his eyes from the flashlight's beam.
"How--How did you--"
"Find you?" he chuckled. "You're pretty new at the blackmail business, eh? I had
the call traced and--voila! I had your address in my hands." Angel walked
towards her, studying her in the faint light from the flashlight. "You can't be
more than 25 years old. Were you bluffing? You weren't here at all, were you?"
Buffy backed up into the armoire.
"That's a real shame," Angel chuckled and shook his head. "You had me going--I
don't know how you know what you know, but I can't allow you to live...you
understand that, I'm sure."
"Get--Get away from me!" Buffy said, her voice rising.
"Afraid I can't do that, honey. You want to play with the big boys? You pay the
price." Angel pulled a gun out of his pocket. "Guns are so much easier, just
point and shoot. I don't have to get messy this time."
Terror clouded her face. "NO!" she shouted.
In the blink of an eye, she clicked off the flashlight and dove to the side.
Angel fired, missing her. Buffy landed on the floor and scrambled away. She
grunted with pain when her shin came in contact with the magazine rack.
Angel whipped towards the sound and fired again, missing her by just a fraction
of an inch. Buffy screamed, feeling the bullet whiz by her head. She took ahold
of the brass magazine rack and hefted it, then swung it in an arc towards him
with a roar. Her aim was better than his.
The rack struck him in the chest. He grunted and stumbled backwards, the gun
tumbled out of his hand to the floor--getting lost in the darkness. Buffy ran as
fast as she could to the front door. If she could make it to her car she could
use her spare key hidden under the floor mat to get away.
She opened the door. Angel caught up with her, slamming his body into her and
the door, forcing it closed again. Buffy screamed and struggled against him.
"You little BITCH!" Angel spat.
"Leave me alone!" Buffy screamed and twisted in his grasp.
Angel turned her around and slammed her repeatedly against the door by her
shoulders. Buffy grunted with each blow. Then his large hands were gripping her
neck, squeezing harder and harder. Buffy gasped for air and scratched at his
arms. Her knee came up swiftly to connect with his groin. Angel cursed and
loosened his hold enough for her to get free and shove him away.
In a blind panic, she ran up the stairs to her room, gulping in oxygen. Buffy
held her bruised throat, feeling her way along the wall.
Angel recovered, more angry than ever. He took the steps as quickly as his
swollen balls would allow.
Buffy made it to her room and slammed the door, then locked it. She put her back
against it and slid down slightly. Tears ran from her eyes.
"SPIKE!" she croaked. "Please help me!"
Angel's body began battering the door. Buffy sobbed and braced her legs and back
against the door.
"I live with people!" Buffy yelled, her throat still raw and on fire. "They'll
be home soon!"
Angel paused for only a second before resuming his assault on the door. "Then
I'll just have to kill them, too!"
Buffy shrieked when she heard and felt the lock break. With all of her might,
she tried keeping it closed. But, just as it happened in the past, Angel was too
strong and irate to keep out. She jumped away from the door, running to the
window. She didn't even get it open before he was upon her.
Angel tossed her away from the window, and she landed on her back by the bed. He
jumped on her, pinning her down with his larger frame. Buffy screamed and kicked
her legs frantically. Angel snarled and struck her hard across the face.
"SHUT UP BITCH!" He shook her. "How did you find out?! How do you know what
happened?!"
"Get off of her!"
Angel turned towards the voice. He recognized that voice even after all these
years. A bolt of lightning illuminated the room long enough for him to see him.
"You...it...can't be..." Angel paled.
Spike was standing a few feet away from them.
"I said, GET AWAY FROM HER!" Spike advanced on him.
Angel released Buffy and skittered backwards across the floor. Buffy rolled away
and climbed over the bed, putting distance between her and the other human.
"Buffy, are you alright, luv?!" Spike panicked.
Buffy nodded and sobbed.
"You're dead! I know you're dead!" Angel said in disbelief.
Spike leveled his gaze back on his killer. "Yeah, I'm dead. And you're gonna be
too. You shouldn't have come back here, pillock. You shouldn't have touched
her."
Angel backed against the wall and slowly slid up to a standing position.
"You're--a ghost?" Angel noticed that he could see through him slightly.
"Thanks to you," Spike said getting closer.
"Ghosts can't--can't touch people." Angel tried calming himself. "You can't hurt
me."
Spike growled and lunged at him, unfortunately his fists passed through Angel
like a strong breeze. Angel gasped at first then laughed crazily.
"You can't hurt me!"
Spike grit his teeth and kept swinging unsuccessfully.
Angel's eyes went to Buffy's huddled form against the far wall. "But I can hurt
her." He looked back at Spike, an evil grin spreading on his face. "You get to
watch while I kill another one of your whores." Angel started for Buffy.
"Buffy! RUN!" Spike shouted.
She cried out and tried to leave, but Angel was faster. His hands wrapped back
around her throat, choking her from behind.
"NO!" Spike cried.
He looked around in a panic. Taking a breath and trying to put aside his wild
emotions, he concentrated on making his left hand solid. Then he picked up the
lamp from the bedside table and moved quickly over to the struggling humans. He
raised it over his head and, with a shout, smashed it down on the back of
Angel's neck. The glass lamp exploded on contact.
Angel yelled and released Buffy again. He dropped to his knees; Buffy collapsed
to the floor as well.
"Buffy, get out of here! Please, luv--Hurry!" Spike shouted.
Buffy crawled along the carpet towards the door. She had very little energy
left, as she had almost passed out. Her throat was on fire, she pulled in
rasping breaths. The electricity came back on when she got to the threshold.
Standing there in the doorway were Darla, Percy and Ethan. They were looking
past her at Angel, their faces grim. She felt them pass over and through her
into the room.
Angel's eyes widened further. He crawled backwards, holding the back of his
head.
"Hello, lover," Darla's voice whispered.
Angel shook his head. "No..."
"Remember us?" Darla asked, raising a delicate eyebrow.
"What do you want!?" Angel panicked.
They laughed.
"What do we want? What do you think we want?"
Spike smiled and joined the other spirits. "Darla, you can talk?"
"Now I can." She turned and smiled at her cousin then reached out her hand and
stroked his face. "His presence, our murderer's presence here, made us strong
enough to do this."
Spike looked over at Buffy, who was sitting up and holding her neck, but she
gave him a small, nervous smile and a nod to let him know that she was okay. He
looked back at Darla.
"You guys were giving me a complex not talkin' to me for 25 years. It's good to
see all of you."
Percy smiled, "Sorry Spike. I would've said hello if I could have. I was in a
kind of--bubble. Not aware of anyone else."
Ethan and Darla nodded, that had been their experience as well.
As the ghosts greeted each other, Angel moved along the wall to the window,
preparing to climb out and jump off the roof if necessary.
"Stop him," Darla said coolly.
"How?" Spike asked.
"You can manipulate objects, you're the strongest one of us. Make sure he
doesn't leave." Darla smiled then turned to Buffy. "You should go downstairs. We
have--business--to finalize here. Call the police if you can. Tell them that you
were attacked, minus the details about us of course, and that your attacker is
upstairs."
Buffy nodded and slowly stood up. She took one last look at Angel and the
apparitions closing in around him before she closed the door.
The spirits walked toward Angel.
"G-Get away from me! You can't hurt me!" Angel yelled.
"Can't we?" Spike asked, raising an eyebrow.
He picked up a hardcover book with ease. He didn't even have to concentrate.
Spike hurled it at Angel, hitting him in the forehead. Angel yelled and slapped
a hand to his forehead. Spike didn't give him time to recover. He threw more
objects (everything he could get his hands on) at the cowering man.
Angel screamed with his arms over his face, "Leave me alone!"
The ghosts were only a few steps away now.
"I don't think so, mate," Spike said menacingly. "You're going to pay."
Angel wept hysterically, on the edge of madness. He looked up at them and
shivered. They now looked like they had the last time he'd seen them, bloody.
The knife wounds he'd inflicted on them were fresh and gaping, their clothes
were soaked with blood.
Spike touched the tip of his index finger to Angel's forehead. Angel screamed
and batted Spike's hand away frantically. A grin lit up Spike's ghostly
countenance.
"Well, looks like I can touch you. Why don't the rest of you give it a go?" he
asked the others. "It's fun!"
They laughed and began touching their cold, dead hands to Angel's face.
He shrieked, twisting away from them, "AARRGHH! NOOOO! GET AWAY!"
He looked to the window, that was the only way out. Angel ran at full speed
toward the closed window, dived through and out.
"No fair," Darla pouted.
The phantoms gathered around the window and looked out. Angel's dead body was
laying on the front lawn; he'd broken his neck when he fell.
"I wanted him to suffer more," she said.
"That woulda been nice," Spike agreed. "But it's done now--It's finally over."
"Yes, quite right, Spike," Ethan said. "He'll have plenty of suffering where
he's going, anyway."
Percy smiled. "Red hot pokers up the jacksie for all eternity? Couldn't happen
to a nicer chap."
The ghosts chuckled. Spike put his arm around Percy. They all enjoyed the view a
while longer.
As soon as the door had shut, Buffy heard a series of loud thuds and screams of
pain from Angel. She went quickly downstairs and called the police, not wanting
to contemplate what was going on in there.
The police and an ambulance came quickly to the house. The police found Angel's
body on the front lawn, the gun gripped in his hand. Spike had put it there to
make sure everyone knew who the aggressor was.
Willow and Xander had arrived home, shaken and concerned. But Buffy felt
incredible relief. Her throat hurt like hell, but it was over. She'd heard the
loud scream from Angel, followed by the tinkling of glass.
Buffy was taken to the hospital to make sure there was nothing seriously wrong.
There was only bruising and swelling around her throat and her lip was cut,
other than that she was fine. No permanent damage had been done, thankfully.
The following week was filled with statements to police and reporters hungry for
the story. Buffy was told that she was obviously the victim and no charges would
be brought against her.
Buffy was worried. She hadn't seen Spike since the night Angel attacked her.
Every night she waited for him to appear, only to drift off to sleep after
several hours.
One night, Buffy was wandering around the ballroom, thinking about him and how
wonderful it would be to dance with him here. Suddenly the lights went low, the
glittering ball cast diamonds of light in the room. She looked around for who
had done it. A delighted smile lit her face when she saw Spike standing a few
feet away.
"Hello, cutie." Spike smirked.
"Spike!" Buffy went to him. "I was so worried. Why did you--"
Spike held up a finger and pressed it lightly to her lips. He looked at her with
love in his eyes.
"Want to dance?" he asked.
Buffy smiled and nodded, wondering if they could.
"Check this out, just like the Fonz." Spike curled his tongue behind his teeth
and snapped his fingers.
The beginning of 'Into the Mystic' by Van Morrison began playing over the
speakers, filling the room with the strains of the guitar. Buffy giggled and put
her arms up around his neck, being careful not to rest them there, lest they
pass through him again.
Spike enfolded her in his arms, he was solid enough to hold her gently. They
closed their eyes as they swayed.
We were born before the wind Also younger than the sun Ere the bonnie boat
was won as we sailed into the mystic
"I missed you," Buffy whispered.
Spike swallowed a lump in his throat. "I missed you too, pet. I'm so--relieved
that you're okay."
"I am. I'm fine. He didn't hurt me that bad."
"Let's not talk about him--or anything right now," Spike said softly. "I just
want to enjoy this."
Buffy sighed and leaned into him as much as possible.
Hark, now hear the sailors cry Smell the sea and feel the sky Let your soul
and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home And when that fog horn blows
I want to hear it I don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old Then
magnificently we will float into the mystic
"I never want to be apart from you again," Buffy said, brushing her fingertips
over the back of his neck.
Spike didn't respond, just kept dancing slowly.
And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home And when that fog
horn whistle blows I got to hear it I don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And
together we will float into the mystic Come on girl...
As the music faded. Spike pulled back to look in her eyes.
"I love you, Buffy."
"I love you, too," she replied.
There was a sadness in his eyes that she didn't like.
"What's wrong?" Buffy asked.
"I have to go," Spike said thickly.
"What--What do you mean?"
"The others went through already...I'm the last one. They're calling for me."
"I still don't know what you're saying!" But part of her did. His death was
avenged, everyone knew what had happened at Lawson Manor that night. There was
no more secrecy, no more cover-ups. Justice had been served.
A brilliant light illuminated the ballroom in the form of a portal. Buffy and
Spike looked into it. A female shape walked to the edge and held out her hand.
It was Darla, smiling beatifically at Spike.
"It's time, Spike. Come home," Darla said, her voice gentle and soft.
"No--No, don't go..." Buffy mumbled, her eyes filling with tears.
Spike looked back at her, his eyes wet as well. "It's not my choice. I have to
go."
"But..." Buffy sobbed. The right thing to do was to let him go without a big
weepy display, she knew it. She hated it--but she knew it. Spike deserved to
rest and be at peace after so many years of wandering.
"I'll always love you," Spike said, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "Be happy,
pet. Live for both of us...as long as one of us is living, it's okay."
Spike backed away from her towards the portal. He was surrounded by the heavenly
light, looking more beautiful than he ever had. Her vision blurred, fat tears
rolled down her face.
"I love you!" Buffy wept.
Spike entered the portal, reaching out to take Darla's offered hand, then
kissing her on the cheek.
Spike looked to her one last time. "I love you, too," he said with a bittersweet
smile.
Part of Spike was grateful that he'd finally be able to 'rest in peace,' to go
on to his ultimate reward. But a bigger part wanted nothing more than to stay
with his love. The fact remained, he didn't have a choice. The light, the peace
and tranquility, drew him in like a magnet.
"I'll--" Buffy sobbed, "never forget you."
"Goodbye, pet. Take care of yourself."
Darla turned and led Spike further into the tunnel/portal. Their forms began
getting smaller as they moved inwards. Buffy saw others, and she was able to
make out the forms of: Percy, Ethan, Spike's mother and father (she had seen
their pictures in his trunk) and other people she didn't know. She felt an
enormous amount of love and joy coming from them.
Then as quickly as it came, the portal disappeared, closing in on itself with a
*whoosh*.
Buffy sank to her knees and lowered her head. Xander and Willow (who had been
watching in dumbstruck amazement, attracted by the brilliant light of the portal
coming from the ballroom) rushed to her side.
"Buffy, are you okay?" Willow asked.
"He's gone," Buffy said in despair, her voice cracking. "I've lost him
forever..."
16 years later...
Willow walked down to the pond with the mail in her hand and balancing her baby,
Ben, on her hip. She smiled as she approached Buffy.
"Hey, there. How's the painting coming?" Willow asked.
Buffy stopped and sighed. "It's coming."
She put her brush back on the easel and wiped her hands on her jeans.
They both had aged a bit in the last few years. But the years had been very
kind. Buffy's hair was still blonde, now hanging down to her waist. She usually
wore it in a long braid or in a tight bun at the back of her head. Willow went
the opposite way and had cut her hair short, in a pixie-ish style.
"Is it time for lunch already?" Buffy asked.
"No, not yet. I just wanted to bring you your mail since Ben and I were taking a
little walk. Weren't we?" Willow poked her son's chubby belly, making him
giggle. "My little Dough Boy."
Buffy smiled.
br>Willow had met a sweet guy named Oz 10 years ago. He was an eccentric, but
sweet and loyal musician who performed at the clubs in town. The two redheads
had hit it off immediately. Then, there came Tara. She was a psychologist who
had an office in town. Willow had hit it off with her too, discovering, much to
her and everyone else's surprise, that she was bisexual. Oz and Tara had both
moved in with them. They were a cute couple + 1. Two years ago, Willow had
gotten pregnant with their first child, little Ben.
Buffy was very happy for her friends, but couldn't help the twinge of jealousy
she felt that she had been denied the love of her life and her own chance for
happiness. There were no babies in store for her, or any men for that matter.
After Spike--left--she never had the desire to see anyone else. If she couldn't
have him, she'd go without. She was now 37, and it was doubtful she would ever
have children of her own. But she did enjoy playing with and helping take care
of Ben, as well as Xander and his wife Anya's little one, Jadzia.
Xander and Anya had met 8 years ago. She was a beautiful and brassy shopkeeper
in town and had captured Xander's heart almost right from the start. They dated
for 4 years before Xander got the nerve to propose. They were married on the
property in a wedding bash that had the town buzzing for years. Jadzia was born
a year later.
Buffy took the mail from Willow and thumbed through it.
"Well, Ben and I are gonna continue our walk. I'll come get you when lunch is
ready...I still think we should get one of those triangles and ring it when it's
mealtime," Willow said over her shoulder as she walked away.
Buffy pulled one envelope out of the stack. The return address was a Michael
Wyndham-Pryce in Bath, England. She didn't know that name and she didn't know
anyone who lived there.
Curious, she opened it and unfolded the letter.
It read:
Dear Buffy,
I know, you must be thinking, 'Who the devil is Michael Wyndham-Pryce?'. It's a
long story and you'll very probably find it hard to believe. So, please, do me a
favor? Read this letter through completely before making up your mind.
Don't ask me how. Don't ask me why. But it's me, pet.
Spike.
Or William Giles, as I was known originally.
It's incredible isn't it? I was reincarnated. I never really believed in that
stuff before. Then again, I didn't believe in ghosts until I became one either.
I would have contacted you sooner, but I've only just started remembering
details over the last few months. The moment I remembered you, I wanted to find
you. I don't even know if you still live in the old place. I didn't know where
else to begin searching for you. I pray that this letter reaches you, and finds
you well.
I miss you. I still love you with every fibre of my being. I know that you might
have a husband and a houseful of kids, but I had to contact you. I'm sorry if
I'm interfering with your life.
Here is my email address: spike19@monstermail.com
Please let me know if you received the letter at the very least. And I'll do
everything I can to prove I am who I say I am.
That's all I can think of to say right now. Just know that I'm here and waiting
in anticipation for your reply.
Love Always,
Spike
Buffy stared at the letter and reread it three times before it sunk into her
brain.
Was it possible? Could Spike be back among the living?
Without another thought, Buffy raced back to the house and up to her bedroom.
She'd taken another bedroom after everything that happened. She just couldn't
stay in the room that she'd seen Spike and Darla murdered in.
Buffy sat at her computer and went into her mail program.
She began to type, her fingers flying over the keyboard:
To: Michael Wyndham-Pryce
Address: spike19@monstermail.com
I received your letter today.
I'm skeptical. I'll need some proof before I'll let myself believe it's true.
Let me say this, if this is a joke, it's a very cruel and sick one.
Do you know how to use Monster.com's chat? My chat name is buffster.
I'd rather communicate with you in real time than by email. I'll be waiting
online.
Buffy
Buffy sent the email and sat back, releasing an unsteady breath. Despite what
she'd said, she was terribly excited that it might be true. If it was...her
prayers will have been answered. She rubbed her stomach to soothe the nausea
caused my her extreme excitement. Her heart skipped a beat when there was a beep
from her computer.
He was online.
With a shaky hand she opened up the chat window.
spike19: Buffy?
buffster: Yes
Buffy wanted to try to remain cool-headed and a little aloof.
spike19: I can't believe I'm actually talking to you again! Well, sort of...God,
I've missed you!
buffster: I need proof
Buffy was shaking, both dreading and waiting with anticipation. Holding her
breath, she waited for the next words to pop up on the screen.
spike19: Okay, what can I do? Ask me something
buffster: Spike had a guitar. What was the color, brand and year?
Yes, she could prove if this was a sick, twisted prank by asking him questions.
Questions that no one could possibly know, except her Spike.
spike19: It was an ice-blue metallic, 1962 Fender. I'll throw in an extra fact.
Your handle 'buffster' is one of the many nicknames that Xander called you
"Oh my God..." Buffy said, stunned at his accurate responses. "No," she shook
her head, "I need more. Please...God...Let it be him...Please..."
But it couldn't be him...It was impossible. It was totally crazy. Then
again...things were pretty weird back in the day too. If she could meet, have
incredible sex with, and fall in love with a ghost...Wrapping her mind around a
little reincarnation shouldn't be too hard.
Buffy had become so used to the idea of him being gone; forever unattainable to
her. She'd accepted the fact that she would remain alone until one day, she
would join him on the other side. It was rattling her to her core to think that
being with him was actually possible. Oh, if it were him...
She typed another question.
buffster: What was Spike's favorite tv show?
spike19: Starsky & Hutch. I loved that car. It was a toss-up between that or
Charlie's Angels. The last one is for obvious reasons lol
Buffy's breath caught in her throat. It became more difficult to type the
correct letters on the keyboard. Her fingers were trembling badly. Every new
answer from him was like an electric shock to her long dormant heart.
She kept typing questions as the truth slowly seeped in and took hold in her
brain.
buffster: How did Spike tell me his name the first time we communicated?
spike19: I wrote it in the dust on the mirror in the bedroom. Then I wrote
'William' under that
"Oh--Oh God..." Buffy was having trouble breathing. "Oh please...please..." She
needed it to be him.
There was one more answer that she needed to make her truly believe and accept
that this stranger was the man that she loved beyond all reason.
buffster: What song did we dance to the night you left?
Her heart raced, pounding erratically in her chest, making her put her hand over
her heart to steady it. If he knew the song...
spike19: Van Morrison's 'Into the Mystic'
Buffy burst into tears. "Spike! Oh God!"
She sobbed, trying to type through blurry eyes.
buffster: Is it really you?
spike19: Yes, luv. It's me. Do you believe me?
buffster: You answered everything right but I'm afraid to. If this turns out to
be a trick, I don't know if I'll be able to take it.
It was true. If this was just some clever, heartless imposter, it would take her
years to undo the damage he'd caused...if it would be possible at all. Buffy
thought she might just jump off of the roof and end the pain forever. But her
heart and her head told her, it was true. It was her Spike.
spike19: It's not a trick, I swear it. It's really me. I have to know, do you
have someone special in your life?
buffster: No. I've never gotten over you
spike19: Oh Buffy. I'm sorry you've been alone. But I'm happy that you're free.
I feel so selfish
buffster: I need to see you. Can you come back to the mansion? Do you even want
to come back here?
To see him, to touch him, to love him like she'd wanted to for 16 long years;
she was sick with the intense longing she felt. She would throw her arms around
him and never let go.
spike19: It will be difficult, but I'll try
buffster: Why is it difficult? Because of the bad memories?
If he needed it, she would move out of the house. Buffy would do anything to be
with him again.
spike19: No, nothing like that. I meant that my parents will try to stop me.
They've been a bloody nightmare since I've been recovering my memories. I've had
to pretend I'm 'all better' so that they wouldn't send me to an institution
Buffy furrowed her brows in confusion.
buffster: Parents?
spike19: Yes. Their names are Wesley and Winifred. They're not so bad, they try
to do the right thing. They just think I'm bug-shaggin' crazy
buffster: Wait. How old are you?
spike19: 16
"Holy shit...oh shit," Buffy said, smacking her forehead then dragging her hand
slowly down her face. She felt numb.
spike19: Buffy? I know it's young, but that's only chronological age. We love
each other, it doesn't matter. Actually I'm much older than you, considering I
lived for 19 years, was dead for 25, and now I've lived 16 more years. I've
racked up a lot of time on Earth
buffster: I'm such an idiot, I was so excited that it didn't even occur to me
that you had to be so young. I can't be with a child. I could be thrown in jail!
spike19: I'm NOT a child! Buffy, I love you. Please don't turn me away because
of my age. I'll get older
buffster: I don't know what to do. I still love you so much. But your parents
would have me arrested in a heartbeat. You know that.
Buffy cried in frustration. First, he had to be a ghost when she met him. Then,
he was taken away from her. Now, he was alive and whole, but he was 16 frickin'
years old! God must really, really hate her. But she loved Spike. She would
always love him and want him. They could work something out--somehow.
buffster: Spike?
spike19: You're right, they would make trouble for us. And you probably would
feel like a deviant for having a 16 year old boyfriend. Am I right?
buffster: Yeah, I'd feel pretty strange. I don't know what to do Spike
The thoughts of an underage boyfriend made her very uneasy. But it was Spike,
returned to her by some extraordinary means. There was no way she could stay
away from him or turn him away. Buffy was so confused.
spike19: We'll bide our time then. I hate having to wait any longer. I'm going
crazy with wanting to see you. We can try waiting until I'm a legal adult in the
US. I don't know if I can do it...
buffster: I want to see you too. But you're right. And you know the problem with
you getting older? I will too. I'm 37, Spike
37 and 16, her mind boggled at the difference. She'd be a pervert. A skanky, old
broad taking up with some young, fuzzy-faced hottie.
spike19: So you'll be like one of those Hollywood movie stars with the young
boy-toy hanging on her arm ; )
Buffy laughed. He did have a strange sense of humor. Well...maybe it wouldn't be
so bad. To be with the man that she loved, she'd risk the pointed, disapproving
glances of others--She'd risk being ostracized, she'd risk anything. She'd deal
with it.
buffster: Okay, so we wait...Can we at least talk until then?
spike19: Yes, absolutely! But not on the phone. My parents would ask too many
questions. There are programmes for the internet where you can talk to someone
and actually hear their voice. I'll look into that and let you know what I find.
Could you send me a picture of yourself?
Buffy balked. She looked good, but she was suddenly very self-conscious. Would
he be shocked at her aged appearance? She touched her face. Her slight laugh
lines and crow's feet seemed as deep and craggy as the Grand Fucking Canyon.
buffster: You know what I look like
spike19: I haven't seen you in ages, pet. I want to see you
buffster: I'm older. I don't look like I did when I was 21
spike19: I'm sure you look fantastic. Please, I want to see you
Buffy sighed, relenting. There was only one way to find out how he'd react to
her looks. She was dying to see what he looked like now too.
buffster: Okay. I'll try to find a good one to send you. I have no idea what you
look like now. You're a different person, on the outside anyway
spike19: Actually--believe it or not--I look a lot like I did before. I don't
know how or why. I even bleached my hair again. My dad had a fit, just like my
first dad, Rupert, did lol
spike19: I have to go, luv. My mum is calling me
buffster: God, this is all so bizarre! Will you contact me later?
Buffy's heart was pounding loudly in her ears again. Part of her believed that
she shouldn't let him go--If she ended the conversation, she might never hear
from him again--He might be taken from her again. She shook her head. She had to
have some kind of faith that he had been given back to her, for keeps this time.
She calmed herself, shaking off the sudden, almost overpowering fear.
spike19: Yes. Tonight around 10, my time. I have to go now, she's coming
upstairs. I love you
Buffy smiled brightly, her eyes welling once more. He loved her. After all this
time, after everything they'd been through, after all the time they'd been
separated--He still loved her too.
buffster: I love you too Spike
Buffy and Spike communicated on the computer and he sent her the occasional
letter. She couldn't send him one for fear that his parents would intercept it.
Buffy had been surprised by the picture he sent her. He did look almost exactly
like she remembered him, except younger. The same voice (only a bit higher
pitched), cheekbones, lips and best of all--those eyes. She could get lost
forever in those eyes. Spike had raved about the picture of herself she sent
him. Saying that she was even more beautiful than she was before, that she'd
aged like a fine wine.
Buffy joked that she was more like a moldy hunk of cheese.
Years passed....
The years passed excruciatingly slowly for them. Talking to each other was
wonderful but it increased the longing to see and touch the other even more.
Buffy felt like a giant pervert for it (both because he was so young, and that
she was masturbating at her computer), but they had engaged in cybersex several
times. They both became proficient at typing one-handed. It was better when they
used the talking program, they had both hands free and could hear each other
moaning.
It was coming up on Spike/Michael's 18th birthday.
He was going to come to her then. He could legally move to the states on his own
and they could finally be together. They'd fallen even more in love with each
other over the almost 2 year period of separation they'd endured, waiting for
him to 'grow up'.
Buffy was sitting by the pond, her favorite spot to think and do some sketching.
Dragonflies swooped down, skimming the surface of the water; bullfrogs croaked;
crickets chirped; the Mama duck led her ducklings in a line through the water at
the far end of the pond. Near the pond's edge stood a statue that Buffy had
spent years creating: a statue in the likeness of Spike. It bore a strong
resemblance to Michelangelo's David, just like the real Spike. He was her
Adonis. The pond area was peaceful and serene, and Buffy needed that peace.
She was as nervous as she'd ever been. Spike's birthday was tomorrow. He'd be
coming to join her soon after. Her anticipation of finally getting what she'd
craved all these years was driving her crazy.
'Stop it. Just try to relax. Don't think about it for a while...I'm going to
be a mess by the time he gets here next week.' Buffy thought.
"Hello, cutie."
Buffy turned towards the voice that she knew so well.
"Spike?" Buffy said, astonished.
"Hope you don't mind me coming early." Spike shot her a cocky grin.
He was dressed in a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt with a lived-in brown
leather jacket over top and combat boots. His hair was slicked back instead of
askew.
Buffy slowly stood, a delirious smile spread across her face.
"No, I don't mind...but...you're not 18 yet. How did you get your parents to let
you come to the States?"
"Told 'em that I'd leave anyway. By the time the coppers caught up with me, I'd
be 18 and there'd be nothing they could do about it. I wanted to spend my
birthday with you, pet."
They walked toward each other, feeling both excited and afraid to touch. They
stopped within inches of each other, just gazing and drinking in the other's
appearance.
As one, they quickly closed the distance and threw their arms around each other,
kissing desperately.
"God--Buffy! Missed you so bloody much!" Spike breathed, kissing her lips and
cheeks.
"Mmmm--missed you too!" Buffy gasped into his mouth.
They started getting a little carried away, rubbing against each other and
pulling at clothes. Somehow Buffy was able to regain her senses and pulled back.
"We--have to--stop that," Buffy panted. "There are--kids around here."
Spike looked around. "Oh, right...Willow & Xander's little ones..." Spike
breathed deeply to get some control back.
Their touches became more gentle as they just held onto each other and enjoyed
the feeling of being together. Spike brushed his lips over her cheek.
"I can't believe you're really here," Buffy said softly, her eyes closed. His
lips were so soft and pillowy.
"I can't believe I'm really here either. You don't know how many times I dreamed
of this very thing."
"Me too," Buffy said. Then she looked down, self-consciously. "I'm so much older
than you. I'm 39...how can a young, strapping buck like you still want me?"
Spike put two fingers under her chin and brought her face up to his. He looked
at her with eyes full of love and devotion.
"You're beautiful. I meant it when I said you were more beautiful than ever.
Time has only perfected you. But I'd be with you if you looked like
Quasi-bloody-modo. I love who you are, inside and out, eyeballs to entrails. I
love everything about you. I don't care about your age or any of that rot. I
love you, Buffy Summers."
Buffy felt like a giddy teenager herself at this moment. She was mesmerized by
his eyes and the passion in them for her.
She smiled coyly with tears of joy in her eyes. "You know...you're going to have
to take care of a little old lady someday."
"I'll make her the happiest little old lady on Earth, and the envy of all her
blue-haired friends at the beauty parlor. That's a promise." Spike smirked then
kissed her passionately.
They laughed when he lifted her up and swung her around in a circle. He lowered
her back down, letting her body slide down his and relishing the feeling. They
kissed again.
Buffy introduced Spike/Michael to everyone. She'd already informed the others
about the extraordinary situation a long time ago, so they weren't surprised.
But it was still quite a shock for Willow and Xander to see him in the flesh.
Buffy took her friends aside at one point and asked them if she and Spike could
have more privacy tonight. They understood completely and would make sure that
no one would bother the two of them and the kids would be wearing earplugs to
bed. Xander made a comment about the sexual tension going off like an atom bomb
when they finally got together.
Buffy had replied, "You have NO idea!"
Willow and Xander thought it was weird on so many levels: Buffy with an 18 year
old guy; the fact that the 18 year old knew them and talked about things that
happened 18 years ago, and that he looked exactly like he had so long ago, even
though he was a different person biologically. But weird had been the order of
the day since they'd moved into the house. They shrugged it off, just being
happy that Buffy was happy. She'd been alone and in mourning for him for so
long. In his presence, she was like the old, vibrant Buffy again. There was a
sparkle in her eyes that hadn't been there for a long time.
Later that evening...
Spike sat on Buffy's bed, waiting for her to come back. He fidgeted nervously.
He'd never had sex in this body before and it had been a long time since they'd
been together. The last time he hadn't even been alive, just a ghost who could
become solid for a short time. Saving himself for Buffy was something he didn't
even need to consider. After he remembered his past life (and unlife as ghost)
there was no room in his heart for another woman. He was filled with and
consumed by thoughts of her and her alone.
Buffy had been gone for a while, he was beginning to wonder if she was coming
back when he heard her opening the door.
"Close your eyes," Buffy said through the crack in the door.
"What?" Spike smiled.
"Close your eyes, I said! I have a surprise!"
"Okay," he smirked and put his hands over his eyes, "they're closed."
Buffy grinned and came in with a chocolate cake, courtesy of Jadzia's Easy Bake
Oven (actually her daddy, Xander, loved using it too). A lit candle was stuck in
the top. Buffy had finished it just in time. The grandfather clock downstairs
started chiming the hour, midnight.
Buffy walked over to the bed and sat down beside a smiling Spike. She'd also
taken the opportunity to gussy herself up a bit: She had fixed her hair, applied
a little makeup and changed into a black lace teddy, which was covered by her
black silk bathrobe at the moment. She didn't want to walk around the house like
that.
"Open your eyes!" Buffy said, holding the cake in front of her.
Spike took his hands away from his eyes and looked at the cake. He laughed.
"You think of everything, luv."
"Make a wish." Buffy smiled.
Spike looked into her eyes. "I have everything I want....but...okay, I got one."
He closed his eyes and wished hard then blew out the candle.
They chuckled.
"That's a neat little cake you made." Spike grinned.
"Easy Bake Oven," Buffy said scooping out a little chocolate icing on her finger
and sucking it off.
Spike's eyes turned dark and stormy within a matter of seconds. She noticed the
animalistic lust in his eyes and face. She immediately became horny as hell.
Buffy smiled seductively and dipped her finger back in the chocolate icing and
held it up to his mouth.
"Wanna taste?" she asked.
Spike licked her finger then sucked it lightly into his mouth. He caressed her
digit with his tongue as he gazed into her hooded eyes.
They groaned.
Buffy pulled her finger slowly from his mouth. "Good?" she breathed.
"Very. I'd like to have some more..." Spike's voice was low and husky.
"How's it feel to be 18?" Buffy asked, scooping up some more icing..
"So far? It's the best birthday ever--much better than my first 18th birthday."
"I haven't even given you your present yet," Buffy purred, smearing some icing
on his bottom lip.
His tongue swept along his lip, licking up the icing. It was almost too much for
Buffy to take. Her body was quaking with excitement. She decided to get things
moving along, she didn't know how long she could last before she just jumped
him. She briefly wondered if she was celibate long enough to have become a
virgin again...Do hymens grow back?
Buffy put the cake on the nightstand and stood up. She went over to the CD
player and hit play. 'I Want You (She's so Heavy) by the Beatles started
playing. She loved this song; the emotion in it was insistent and raw, and right
to the point, fitting her mood perfectly. She had taken a shine to Spike's music
over the years.
Buffy sashayed back to the bed, smiling down on his upturned, adoring face. She
untied her robe and let it drop down her arms to the floor. She stood before him
in her teddy. Buffy knew that her body looked good, even better than it had
looked in her younger days. She hit the Stairmaster and took kickboxing a few
times a week. Her ass and tits were still defying gravity; her body was still
toned and tight. By the awed look on his face, he thought she looked just fine
too.
I want you, I want you so bad I want you, I want you so bad It's driving me
mad, it's driving me mad
"Do you want to make love, Spike?" Buffy asked. "If you don't, we can--"
"NO! I mean--I do--want to...very much." Spike blushed a little at not being
able to think straight and at the mighty redwood that had popped up in his
pants.
Buffy moved to stand between his knees; she caressed his face and ran her
fingers through his hair.
I want you, I want you so bad babe I want you, I want you so bad It's driving
me mad, it's driving me mad
"I have to confess...I'm really nervous," Buffy said with a smile.
"Me too," Spike said, gazing up at her.
"This is your first time--in this body--and it's my first time in...well since
you--ghost-you...I hardly remember how," Buffy laughed lightly.
Spike smiled and ran his hands up her smooth thighs and around her back to
fondle her tight butt. "Like riding a bike, yeah?"
They both drew in unsteady breaths.
I want you, I want you so bad babe I want you, I want you so bad It's driving
me mad, it's driving me mad
I want you, I want you so bad I want you, I want you so bad It's driving me mad,
it's driving me mad
Buffy stood back and indicated that he should stand up. When he stood she moved
back to him, pulling his t-shirt out of his jeans and lifting it over his head.
His chest was smooth and muscular. She ran her hands over his torso while she
kissed his neck. His skin was so warm and soft.
She's so heavy Heavy, heavy, heavy
Buffy's hand slid to his waist, undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans. His
hands ran up and down her sides. She pushed his jeans past his ass. One of her
hands caressed his firm ass while the other drifted back around to the front and
wrapped around his stiff dick. Spike inhaled sharply; he'd been dying to feel
her touch for so long. Her hand glided up and down for a few moments before she
let go.
"Lie down," Buffy said, kissing him tenderly on the lips.
Spike pushed himself backwards to lie on the bed; his chest rose and fell
rapidly. Buffy climbed on and molded her body to his, capturing his sweet lips
in kiss after kiss.
She's so heavy She's so heavy, heavy, heavy
I want you, I want you so bad I want you, I want you so bad It's driving me
mad, it's driving me mad
I want you, you know I want you so bad babe I want you, you know I want you so
bad It's driving me mad, it's driving me mad yeah
She's so...
During the instrumental last part of the song, they made out like sex-crazed
teens (which one of them was). Their hands didn't spare any patch of skin on the
other's body; they touched and fondled the other's flesh madly.
Spike smiled against Buffy's lips as the next song started. It was 'Into the
Mystic'.
"I thought we should dance to this one again." Buffy bent down and kissed
him quickly, sucking on his lower lip and nibbling at it.
Spike groaned with desire.
Buffy pulled away from him and stood back up next to the bed. Taking charge was
helping her to relax and feel more confident. Buffy dragged her hands up her
body, his eyes fixed on her hands, following them, the tip of his tongue swept
back and forth between his lips. Her hands went up into her hair and released it
from the bun. She shook her head slightly, her golden tresses tumbled down over
her back and shoulders.
Spike thought he might cum just from seeing that, it was so erotic. He drew in a
few deep breaths, staring at her with barely contained desire.
Buffy smiled and pulled at his jeans, tugging them down and off of his legs.
"No underwear, huh?" She lifted an eyebrow.
Spike smirked. "Not as handy as the dissolving clothes bit I used to do. But it
saves time."
"Mmmm--that it does..." Buffy winked at him and crawled up the bed.
She straddled his slim hips, running her hands slowly over the hills and valleys
of his body. Buffy was savoring the moment; sitting atop him like this, his hot
flesh hard and solid under her. There would be no holding back or being careful
not to pass through him this time.
Spike was breathing harder underneath her. "Buffy, please...I'm going to bloody
burst if--" Spike panted.
Buffy silenced him by dropping down and covering his mouth with hers, kissing
him with blind passion. He whimpered and put his arms around her, running them
over her back. Buffy sat up and pushed the straps of her teddy down over her
shoulders. Spike's hands ran up her arms and pulled the straps down further,
exposing her breasts.
Spike sat up and kissed her chest while caressing her lower back with his hands.
Buffy ran her fingers through his hair while he devoured her tits like a
starving man would a juicy steak. She pulled back and, taking his face in her
hands, crushed their lips together again.
"Want you!" Spike exclaimed into her mouth.
Buffy could feel his urgency, both in his passionate kisses and the way his cock
throbbed between their bodies. She didn't want to wait anymore either. She
gently pushed off of him to stand, then quickly removed her lingerie.
"God--Buffy...you're so beautiful, pet," Spike said breathlessly, looking at her
body with glassy eyes. "This is real, isn't it? I'm not going to wake up like I
did so many bloody times?"
Buffy's smile stretched across her face as she took her place back on top of
him. Her fingers rubbed over his nipples.
"You'll wake up in the morning--with me." She took his rigid cock in her hand
and admired it for a moment before raising herself up and beginning the long,
delicious descent.
They breathed heavily, Spike clutched at her thighs. Buffy fought to keep her
eyes open to watch his face as she sank down on him, her lids kept wanting to
flutter closed. Finally, she was sitting flush against his pelvis. She sat there
for a few seconds, not moving.
Spike was having trouble remembering how to breathe. The sight of Buffy above
him, her long, blonde hair shining in the dim light; her face a portrait of
pleasure; her body so firm and perfect; her pussy so tight he thought his cock
would strangle. He struggled not to cum; she would be so disappointed if it was
over this soon. He mentally slapped himself, trying to get some control over his
body.
Buffy gyrated her hips, almost doing him in, then began moving up and down
slowly. She hadn't had sex in a very long time and it was difficult not
to go for it full throttle. But they'd been waiting an eternity to make love,
she wanted it to last as long as they both could stand it.
After only a few minutes, the need and longing did become too much. They both
wanted it, hard and fast. Gentleness and taking their time could wait.
"Ohhh--Oh Spike!" Buffy panted, rising and falling on him with vigor.
"Buffy--Pet--Ahhh!"
Buffy pressed their chests together while she continued grinding down on him.
They kissed ravenously. Spike turned them over and raised up on his hands to
look at her while he pumped harder and faster into her heat. Buffy's legs
wrapped around his waist, urging him to thrust deeper and harder.
"Love you!" Spike breathed, pumping his hips furiously.
"Uhhhh! Love--you--too! OHHH!"
Spike lowered himself and slid his hand between them to finger her clit to bring
her over with him.
"Spike! Unnngghaa! YESYESOHGODYES!" Buffy yelled, her inner-muscles began
spasming around his cock.
Spike's eyes rolled back as he too began to cum, shooting into her forcefully.
"Ahhh--Buffffy!"
Their bodies jerked and twitched, their moans and cries of pleasure echoed in
the room.
Spike rolled onto his back, a huge grin on his face, his breathing beginning to
return to normal. Buffy wore a matching grin; she turned on her side and
caressed his tight, young body while placing tender kisses to his neck and
chest.
"Mmmm--Spike, that was so good--so wonderful..."
"Mmm-hmmm," Spike agreed. "God--It was better than I ever imagined."
"Happy Birthday, baby," Buffy giggled then kissed him.
His eyes snapped open. "Buffy--we--didn't use anything. No protection. I--"
"Shhh," Buffy brushed her lips over his, "it's okay. I don't mind if I get
pregnant." She looked deeply into his eyes. "I love you--I'd love to have your
baby."
"You...would?"
Buffy nodded and smiled. "I'm not a spring chicken and I might not have a lot of
time left to have a baby. And you're the man I want to be with for the rest of
my life...Let's let whatever happens happen. That is unless you'd rather we be
careful...it's okay if you do."
"No...I--I'd like to have a baby too--with you." Spike touched her face gently,
his fingers stroking her cheek. "I'm actually 62 years old if you count all the
time I've been around...I wouldn't mind starting a family." He smiled. "I hope
we get some time just for the two of us for awhile. But I wouldn't be opposed to
it if you found yourself 'in the family way'."
They were silent for a few moments in thought.
"Buffy?"
"Hmmm?" She looked up at him.
"Will you marry me, luv? I want to be with you for the rest of my life too.
There could never be anyone else."
Buffy propped herself on an elbow. "Are...you sure? You don't have to ask me--"
"No, I'm sure. I even have a ring in my luggage...I gave it a lot of thought. If
I weren't non-corporeal, I would've asked you 18 years ago." Spike smiled.
Her face lit up. "Yes! Yes, I'll marry you, Spike."
Spike hugged her tightly and kissed her passionately. "I love you so much, pet.
Thank you for saying yes."
"There couldn't be any other answer," Buffy said kissing him again, slowly and
languorously this time.
Her hand slid down his body, her fingers wrapping around his slick cock and
stroking it lovingly. She giggled when she felt it jump and begin hardening
again.
"Mmmm--I think I could get used to this younger man/older woman thing. You still
gonna love me when I'm old and wrinkly?" she said, kissing him softly.
Spike smiled and growled lightly, pushing her over onto her back again to answer
her question with his body, instead of words.
In the next room, Xander laid in bed, wide awake. He'd tried not to listen, he
really had...But he had heard their moans and exclamations. And--Sweet Fancy
Moses--they were doing it again! Xander looked at the clock, only 5 minutes had
passed. Damn, that kid could recover fast. Xander was hard as a rock. If only
Anya weren't asleep...
Anya rolled over and put her hand on his chest. He looked down at her to find
that she was awake too. She licked her lips sensuously and rubbed her calf up
and down his leg. Xander grinned and rolled over on top of her and proceeded to
ravish her.
Afterwards, Anya thought how advantageous having Buffy and her young lover in
the next room would be in the years to come. There was nothing like hearing
other people getting off to get one in the mood, unless you were watching too.
But she didn't think the two blondes would go for that...
2 months later, Buffy and Spike were married on the rear lawn in the gazebo by
Tara.
Tara was a Wiccan High Priestess, licensed by the state to perform marriage
ceremonies. There was no one else they would have rather had marry them. The
Handfasting was witnessed by all of their friends, family and many of the
townspeople. Spike's parents, Wesley and Winifred, had protested the marriage at
first, but when they came to meet Buffy, they couldn't deny the love in her eyes
for their son. They still didn't like the age difference, but they wanted to
stay in Spike's life. It would only serve to alienate their son and keep them
from any future grandchildren to harp on the subject.
It was the biggest party that the town of Sunnydale had ever seen.
Spike and Buffy danced in the ballroom to--you guessed it--'Into the Mystic', as
their first dance as a married couple.
"I can't wait to get out of here and give my wife a good 'seeing to',"
Spike whispered against her ear.
Buffy laughed, "I'm looking forward to that myself. Do I get to 'see to you' as
well?" she asked with a coy smile.
"I bloody well hope so." He smiled and kissed her lightly.
Other couples joined them on the dance floor.
"People were starting to wonder about me; a woman of a certain age, never been
married..." Buffy smiled.
"Mmm, I'm glad I could make an honest woman of you, Mrs.
Summers-Wyndham-Pryce...Are you sure you want all those hyphens in your name,
pet?" he joked.
"Yep, I love me some hyphens. Makes me sound classy," she joked back.
"You are classy, pet." He spun her around and brought her back against his body.
They danced for a few moments in silence, their cheeks touching.
"I never thought we'd get to do this..." Buffy said softly. "I dreamed of it so
many times--I always woke up so sad, so depressed..."
Spike caressed her face and tilted her chin up to look into her eyes. "No more
sadness. No more being depressed. We have everything we've always wanted."
"It still seems like a beautiful dream...too good to be true," Buffy said,
gazing into his clear blue eyes. "But even if it is a dream, I don't want to
wake up this time."
"It's not a dream, Buffy. We really did get married not an hour ago, we really
are dancing our first dance as a married couple, and," he brushed his lips over
her ear, "I really am going to scoop you up in my arms, take you upstairs and
make love to you all night...as soon as we do the cake thing and pose for a few
snaps, of course..."
Buffy sighed and smiled. "All night? Think you can live up to that promise? I'm
going to hold you to that."
"You do that. You won't be disappointed."
"Mmmm, I'm sure I won't be...shouldn't we save a little something for Jamaica
though?" Buffy teased.
"I've got tons of energy, pet. You know that. If you hadn't deflowered me the
night we reunited, we could have made an event of that for the Honeymoon."
Buffy smirked and playfully smacked his shoulder.
"Sounds like there's a good chance of having a little Buffy or Spike Jr. with
all the hot lovin' we're going to be indulging in..."
"Who knows? Maybe we will..." Spike kissed her cheek gently. "If it's meant to
happen, it's meant to happen. Fate has a way of working its will...or so I've
noticed."
Buffy put her arms around her husband and rested her head on his shoulder.
She sighed happily. "Yeah, fate is funny that way..."
10 months later, a perfect, beautiful, blonde baby girl was born to Spike and
Buffy. They named her Darla.
//---THE END!
**Thanks to my wonderful beta, Tiana, for helping me with this fic and
contributing to the internet chat between Spike and Buffy
**Thanks to Natalie for encouraging me so much, and for the baby Darla idea