Part 15:

* Twilight *

Title ~ Speculating

Author ~ SunnyD

Disclaimer ~ Everyone belongs to Joss Whedon not me…sadly. While the extract from the song "Twilight" belongs to Vanessa Carlton.

Rating ~ Pg~13

Summary ~ Takes place right after the last chapter "Dreaming".

A/N ~ Thanks so much to Sita Electra for tellin’ me about the whole song thingy. Which reminds me never to trust Songmeanings.net which is where I got the lyrics from by the way. I know it is only one little word but it bothers me so I changed it. Anyways…thanks to all who have reviewed the story; it has meant a lot to me! On with the new chapter!

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~ Vanessa Carlton ~

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Angelus smirked to himself as he slipped quietly into Darla’s room. He had risen only minutes before and had felt this sudden urge and desire to see his sire. Of course she might reject his presence, after all, they had been quarreling over the past few months. It was always about he and Dru or he and Buffy. She could be quite the jealous one when it came to his children and him. He loved the jealous look that they all got in their eyes. He would love to bathe in it if he could.

Many might say he is selfish, well…if you did…he would rip your throat out. No one would tell him what he was or wasn’t. Angelus knew that he was the leader…the alpha male of the pack and then there were his females who would cater to his every whim, where they liked it or not. And then there was William who no matter how much he tried would never be the alpha male. Angelus knew that he would always be the alpha male.

Angelus let out a silent yet frustrated sigh as he quietly shut the door behind him. There was she was…sitting all prim in proper in a nearby rocking chair, casually reading to herself by the fireplace in her room. She was beautiful…breathtaking…and she was his.

"Your very presence irritates me, Angelus." She hissed rudely, turning a page in her book, not once looking up at her childe, but remained on the page in front of her. The bright flames from the fire bouncing off of her face, its heat warming the room.

"Darla, you do not mean that lover…" Angelus smirked as he slowly made his way towards her chair, his dark, chocolate eyes scanning over her body and posture. It was appetizing to him.

"Shows how well you know me, my childe." She snapped once again, not once looking up from the page that she was reading. "Now…I will say once again…please leave, your very presence irritates me."

Angelus chuckled slightly as he came up behind her and delicately touched her thin shoulders, "Now Darla…you know I can’t do that…" He whispered quietly before he began to massage her shoulders and then brought his lips towards the brim of her ear. "You know what I came here for…you know what I want. It is night now, the sun has settled…it shall be a while before we go hunting…let’s make use of that time…" He purred huskily into her ear, massaging her shoulders deeply.

Darla growled as she pulled roughly from his grasp, "I am not a whore, childe." She cursed at him, going back to reading her book. "You will not make me your whore Angelus, that is what Druscilla is for. She comes to your every beckon and call…go call her to your bed…I am sure she will be more than happy to oblige."

Angelus chuckled as his lips still remained beside the brim of her ear, "I would…but you see…I can’t…Dru is a bit indisposed at the moment from last night. You understand."

"What about Buffy? You’ve been deliberately been ignoring her for the longest time."

Angelus made a displeased noise as he finally pulled his lips away from Darla’s ear and began to pace behind her. "Buffy will not touch me. Not even look at me." The brunette vampire hissed as he continued to pace frantically, "I try to separate her and the boy but I can still smell him on her. He’s going to take her away from me and she will follow him willingly." He ranted; placing his hands behind his back, bowing his head low, forgetting that Darla was sitting there. "I had a dream…more like a nightmare. They were together…he was holding her and touching her and kissing her with passion." He growled with complete rage and anger, seeing the dream replay over and over in his mind. "I wish I could finish him off but Dru will not let me."

Darla rolled her eyes as the younger vampire had finished his speech but still continued to pace back and forth. "At least he shows her attention and affection. She still holds her human heart within her and so does he…"

"AND THAT’S WHAT DISTURBS ME!" Angelus roared, interrupting his sire’s sentence, "she is turning soft and human. It is all his fault…he is making her this way!"

Darla let out a frustrated and yet unneeded breath as she turned away from her child and back towards the book that she was reading, "believe what you want to believe Angelus but leave me be, you are irritating me once again."

"Fine!" Angelus snarled, turning on his heels and stalked out of her room, slamming her door behind her and made his way towards Buffy’s room, which was directly across the wide hallway. Throwing the door open, the room revealed to be completely empty. A blazing fire still sitting in her fireplace, the silk red bed sheets thrown off the bed entirely. A ripple of anger spread through out the older vampire’s body. Then a sudden young fledgling popped into his mind

"William." The brunette hissed as he then stalked out of his childe’s room and made his way towards the barn.

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Buffy knew that if she were human, she would have been in a deep need of breath about now. She and William had been kissing up against the wall for the longest time now, not once breaking away from each other. They were right up against one another; no space left between them. The blonde vampiress felt air like…she felt like she could almost be floating.

Buffy let out a small gasp of air as William finally pulled away from her lips and buried his face into the crook of her neck, kissing it lightly while he took in her scent. Her unique scent.

He wished that he could take her into his bed but William feared that she wouldn’t want him to. After all she and Angelus…they were…William was just afraid of her rejection. Cecily’s rejection of him still hung over the young vampire’s head and that was long ago. And her words…"beneath me"…they still hurt and he didn’t want to hear those words come from Buffy’s mouth. It would hurt him…too much.

William was then pulled away from his thoughts when he heard slight whimpering sounds come from her sweet mouth. A look of concern washed over the young vampire’s features, as he looked her in the eyes. They were closed shut while her mouth was slightly parted letting out soft breaths. A slight smile caught his mouth as he thought that like he, she still had the habit of breathing. It warmed him in a strange way.

She let out another small whimper again and that caused William to become even more concerned about her. Tentatively he brought his hand towards her, rubbing it gently; "did I hurt you?" He asked quietly. "I didn’t mean to…sorry…"

Buffy’s hazel eyes fluttered open as she heard his tender voice flow through her ears, "what?" She whispered some what dumbfounded and dazed.

"Are you okay? You sounded, hurt…" He said once again as the concerned look still set upon on his face. His blue eyes darkening. "Was I hurting you?"

Buffy smirked as she pressed a light kiss on his lips, "no, I was not hurting. I was just really enjoying…" Her grin widening at him as she wrapped her arms tightly around the nape of his neck and placed a lingering kiss on his lips, "our moment."

"Oh," He replied somewhat shyly, turning his eyes away from her. If her were still human he would’ve been blushing. "Didn’t know."

"Well…now you know." She smiled once again, leaning in to kiss him once again but the loud sound of the barn door closing caused both to jump. Suddenly, a tad jolt of pain emptied like a heavy weight into Buffy’s gut causing her to wince. "Angelus…" she whispered in a worried tone, looking up into William’s eyes.

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Angelus growled as he bolted the door behind him. If he found those two together he would rip the boy’s insides out and set them aflame. No one would take one his children away from him. And he would see to that. Scanning the room, Angelus saw that they were no where to be found. It was then that the bright candlelight from above caught his eye.

"Well…what have we here?" He chuckled deeply as he slowly made his way towards the stairs, walking up them quietly as he could towards the loft area. He then heard both his childe and the boy giggling lightly.

Without a second though, Angelus bounded rapidly up that stairs and let his demon surge forwards, "You WILL NOT TOUCH HER BOY!" Angelus growled with rage as he reached the final step. A look of shock then took over his face when he saw that the both of them were sitting down peacefully on a couch…reading. Sniffing the air, he could smell…arousal…or something like it but what ever it was it was dying away fast. Something had been going on…

"Poofter…" William muttered underneath his breath as he shook his head and turned his eyes away from his Grandsire and towards the book that was in his hands. Feeling a bit relieved that he and Buffy had stopped their rendezvous earlier before Angelus had caught them.

Angelus snapped his head towards the younger vampire and shot daggers at him through his eyes, "what did you say boy?" He cursed, stalking over towards William who immediately stood up at his presence.

Before William could shoot back at him, Buffy placed a tiny hand on her sire’s chest and pushed him softly away from William. "Angelus leave him be." Buffy said firmly as she led the brunette vampire away from William who was looking confused and somewhat disappointed.

"He’s disrespectful," Angelus snarled, still looking over in William’s direction while Buffy held him back. "I am not going to take it from him." Angelus then snapped his eyes in Buffy’s and gave her a harsh look. "He means to take you away from me. I can see it in his eyes…I WILL NOT TAKE IT BUFFY!"

Buffy narrowed her eyebrows as she stared at him; "you do not own me Angelus. No one does."

Angelus tightened his jaw as her sharp words struck into his head; "do you and Darla both enjoy turning away from me. Does it bring you both joy? Does it make you both laugh? Because I feel like ripping my own hair out at both of your attitudes towards me!" Angelus brought his gaze away from Buffy and towards William who was wearing a proud smirk on his face. "Wipe that grin off your face Spike." Angelus ordered roughly.

"Sorry Peaches…not going to." He replied while the smirk still set firmly on his face and it was going to take a lot of determination on Angelus’s part to wipe it off of his face.

"Why you-!" Angelus snarled as he began to stalk over towards the boy but Buffy placed her hand on his chest once again, this time more firmly, pushing him towards the stairs.

"Angelus…leave him be…we must prepare for the hunt later on tonight." She whispered solidly to him, guiding him towards the stairs, but before she could make her way down the stairs Buffy turned to look at William and shot him a longing and disappointed look.

As soon as they were out of sight, William collapsed back into the plush couch and let out a deep relieved breath. "That was close…"

To be continued…

Part 16:

* Twilight*

Title ~ Worrying

Author ~ SunnyD

Disclaimer ~ All characters belong to Joss Whedon and sadly…don’t belong to me. Sucks…I know. And the extract from the song "Twilight" belongs to Vanessa Carlton.

Rating ~ PG~13

Summary ~ Takes place after the last chapter…I think the title was "Speculating"…yeah that was it…whew my memory is slipping me. I need help…

A/N ~ Thanks to all who have review my fic. And just to let people know…majority of this fic. will take place in the past but eventually will end up in the present. We are just going to do a little time hopping until then. Anyways…on with the chapter, I hope you all enjoy it.

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Buffy let out a heavy sigh while she sat on the edge of her large four poster bed. Looking down at the sheets, she ran her pale petite hands down the silk red cloth. It was soft and smelt of beautiful wild flowers that grew in the fields not far from the house. The fire in her room crackling while the light from its flames danced along the wooden walls of the room and off of the pale complexion of her face. She pulled the emerald shawl that was hanging off of her upper body tightly around her shoulders. She didn’t feel at all cold but the warmness of the cloth wrapped around her shoulders made her feel an ounce of comfort.

Angelus was right across the hall…waiting for her to come out of her room. They were all going out hunting tonight…it was different tonight though. They were going to a party…an upper class one no doubt…where they would feed on the rich. Angelus loved feeding off the wealthy…it gave him pleasure and made him feel even more above everyone else. She was now asked to dress proper tonight…wear the best gown in her closet.

Buffy didn’t want to go though…she would rather tonight be like any other normal night where the five of them would stroll through the streets…feeding off commoners. It was Angelus’s decision though, wherever he wanted to go they would go.

Letting out another sigh as she removed herself from the comfort of her soft bed and towards the large walk-in closet. Throwing the doors open, her eyes scanned over the assortment of gowns that adorned the space.

"I think you should wear the blue one…" A low voice purred seductively in her ear, his mouth of the brim of her ear with appreciation. His cool breath cascading down her neck. "You look ravishing in it." He whispered once again into her ear, running his rough hands down the sides of her body.

Buffy huffed as she stepped away from his grasp, her hazel eyes glued towards the space in front of her. " I do not wish to go tonight."

Angelus chuckled as he reproached her with a predator look in his dark eyes. "Hmm…would you like to tell me why my love?"

Buffy snapped her body around to face her sire with a flicker of anger in her features, "I am not your love. Never was…never will be." She hissed at him with venom. "And I do not wish to go because I don’t get satisfaction from feeding off of the rich…that is your sick forte."

Angelus growled as he took Buffy by the shoulders, bringing their faces only inches apart. "Do you wish to make trouble with me childe!" He cursed in her face, his white fingers digging into her skin. "I am already angry with you from venturing out into the barn with the boy and now you refuse my orders once again! I think you want to upset me…don’t you?" He roared pushing her roughly away from himself. "You are going tonight and that is that!"

And with that he spun on his heels and tramped out of the room with much rage and pent up frustration. Buffy whimpered slightly as she touched her shoulder lightly. Another bruise was sure to form there above many other bruises that Angelus had dealt her. Shaking off her pain, Buffy turned back towards the closet and began sort through the gowns.

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William placed his hands delicately behind his back as he followed the other four vampires through the streets of Yorkshire. Casting his eyes towards the are in front of him, William saw Angelus drape his arm heavily over Buffy’s shoulder. The younger vampire watched as the muscles in her body tensed at the feel of her sire’s touch. The blonde vampire also flinched himself when he saw her tense up. He wished he were strong enough to take his grandsire…to rip him apart for ever touching Buffy…for ever hurting her. But of course he wasn’t…it would take him many years of practice to match up Angelus. So if he tried to take him on now…William knew that he would fail. Terribly.

She looked beautiful though. Practically glowing in the gown that she was wearing. It was beautiful…a deep shade of red. The color of roses and blood. Beautiful white lace adoring the cuffs of her sleeves and around her bosom. He could watch her in that dress for the longest time if he was able to.

The sound of Dru’s cackling though brought his attention away from Buffy and towards his sire who now was skipping over in his direction.

"Hello my baby boy." She cooed taking his face in her hands and placed a soft kiss on his lips then looked over towards the large mansion that they were standing in front of. "The party is here my ocean. People are dancing and whispering secrets to one another like small school children." She purred taking his hand and placed it on her stomach, moving it around in small circles. "I like children…taste good."

"I am sure they do pet." He said as he placed a fake smirk upon his face.

Dru giggled with delight as she threw her arms around her childe’s neck and whispered into his ear in small voice, sounding like a small silver bell, "will you dance with me my sweet William? Mummy wants you too."

William slightly pulled away from his sire as he looked her in the eyes and reluctantly nodded his head. "Eventually."

Dru grinned, running her finger delicately down the side of his face. "My Spike knows how to treat a lady." She chirped before running to join Angelus, Darla and Buffy who were waiting for him at the large wooden oak door. Angelus shook his head at the younger vampire before he turned towards the door and knocked on it repeatedly.

William sighed to himself as he made his way over towards his companions who were now greeted by a small, frail older man who was looking into Angelus’s eyes as if he were entranced by them and suddenly then stepped aside to let the five of them inside.

"Come in…" He coughed frailly, beckoning them inside. "The party is in the ballroom. I will show you there…" He coughed once again as took Angelus’s coat and placed it in a nearby closet. "Come now." He said hoarsely once more as he lead them through the house towards a large room where hundreds of warm mortals were gathered with one another.

Angelus licked his lips as he watched several humans engage in a melodious dance on the ball room floor. "We are lucky tonight." He whispered to himself as his eyes continued to scan over the swarms of people.

"Oh Daddy, how the mortals’ blood sings to me a sweet song." Dru purred as she stood beside her sire, sneaking her arm around his waist, "it wants me to dance to its sweet song." She sighed as she looked up at Angelus and grinned. "Can we dance to it Angelus?"

Angelus chuckled deeply as he grasped Dru’s hand in his, "we shall Druscilla…" He said before leading her out towards the ballroom floor, joining the dancers in their spectacle.

Darla crossed her arms over her chest as she watched them; "he is pathetic." She hissed, standing in between William and Buffy. She then moved her gaze away from her childe and towards her two grandchildren, "don’t get into too much trouble." She said before entering a crowd of partygoers.

As soon as Darla was out of sight, Buffy eagerly grasped William’s hand in hers. He gently smiled as he squeezed at her hand with affection, rubbing his thumb along the back of her hand.

Buffy cautiously turned her head towards his direction; "do you think they’ll notice if we stepped outside for a spell?" She asked quietly, letting the stroking of his thumb against her hand warm her cold body.

William let a broad smile cover his lips. "I hope not." He chuckled as they both made their way through the crowds.

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Buffy giggled as she and William sat in the sweet grasses of the mansion’s courtyard. "Did you see his expression when he saw us together in the loft?" She continued to giggle, leaning up against the large oak tree that they were resting comfortably under, William across from her, fiddling with some wild daises in his lap.

"Yes I did…he was close to catching us." William murmured, continuing to mess with the small flowers, "too close, in fact."

Buffy let out an unneeded breath as she watched him mess with the flowers. Not knowing that she was watching him because his gaze was mainly focused on the flowers in his lap. To her, he looked so handsome tonight in his hazelnut suit, for the way it complimented the dark blonde color of his hair and bright blue eyes.

"Everything is fine though…" She whispered as she watched his hands, "we are both fine and he didn’t find out."

"True…" He sighed as finally looked up at her and smiled with happiness. "Maybe one of these days I could beat his blood arse."

Buffy also had to laugh, "probably, with more practice…"

William nodded his head as he continued to mess with the flowers and then grinned triumphantly, "finished!" He chirped as he looked back up at Buffy, his grin widening.

"What’s finished?" She asked curiously, furrowing her eyebrows at him.

"This." He told her as he picked up the assortment of flowers, which were now intricately woven together to make an innocent crown of flowers. "For you." He said as he placed it on top of her head, eyeing it wonderfully.

"Thank you." She whispered, leaning over to plant a tender kiss on his lips. "What the gentleman you are." She said before kissing him once again, this time a bit longer and a bit more passionate.

William was over come with complete affection for the vampiress as she sat across from him. Gently, his hand touched her cheek. "You are beautiful." He told her lovingly before moving over closer to her, sitting down beside her under the oak tree.

"And you are too sweet to me…" She said climbing into his lap, resting her head on his shoulder while his arms were wrapped around her waist, bringing her closer to him.

"It’s true though Buffy…" He soothed into her ear, running one of his hands down the length of her arm. "You are…" he whispered, kissing her on the temple, "beautiful and remarkable. The most wonderful woman I have ever met."

Buffy let out a heavy sigh as she looked into his eyes and cupped his cheek with thoughtfulness, "but I am not a woman…I am a…monster…a demon." She whimpered slightly, her eyes still locked on his.

"Don’t ever say that… " He said firmly, "you’re not a monster. Vampires like Druscilla and Angelus are monsters…not you." He finished thoughtfully, running his hand down the side of her face affectionately. "Don’t think that pet."

Without another word Buffy launched her lips upon his in a passionate dance. Startled William fell towards the ground but didn’t mind as his embrace on Buffy tightened, making sure that there was no space in between them at all. The younger vampire let out a stifled moan when he felt Buffy’s hands run through his hair, slightly tugging at the blonde curls. Eagerly he ran his hands down her back, massaging the skin with passion. Buffy could feel adrenaline pump through her small body as he began to nibble slightly on her bottom lip while he continued to kiss her.

Eventually, the pair broke away from each other…barely…their mouths only several millimeters away from one another. A slight grin came upon the vampiress face as she ran her hand down the side of his cool face. "Like I said…you are too sweet to me."

"And you’re too good to me too." He smirked, brushing his lips delicately against hers. And just the gentle brush of William’s lips quickly caught up the two vampires into another passionate embrace. This time it was tender than before but had that animalistic undertone. Thankfully though, they had managed to be sitting up this time and leaning up against the trunk of the tree, Buffy straddling William’s lap. The blonde vampiress let out a passionate whimper when he slid his hands up her and down her thighs.

Buffy took in a sharp breath as she pulled away from her companion; "Oh God…" She panted, feeling wrapped in warmth.

William’s face softened as he was now panting heavily himself, "I am sorry…I shouldn’t. We should go, before someone sees us." He breathed as he began to stand up but Buffy shoved him back down on the ground.

"No." She said firmly, placing his face in her hands, "no worrying." She gasped before plunging her mouth on to his once again.

To be continued…

Chapter 17:

* Twilight *

Title ~ Alluring

Author ~ SunnyD

Disclaimer ~ All people belong to Joss Whedon and not me…Sadly. The extract from the song "Twilight" belongs to Vanessa Carlton.

Rating ~ Pg~13

Summary ~ This chapter takes place right after the last one…you know…"Worrying".

A/N ~ Thanks to everyone for all the reviews. They have made me all so very happy! You all are so very great to me and I love you guys! Anyways…I hope you like the new chapter! Have Fun!

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William’s mind was racing as leaned up against the trunk of the oak tree, the rough bark scraping into his back. Thousands of thoughts were running through his head that it was hard enough to concentrate on a specific one.

Blue eyes flew open though when he felt her lips come in contact with his once again after spending so much attention on his neck and collarbone. He sucked in a sharp breath when he felt her teeth on his bottom lip, nibbling gently. She was still straddling his lap, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him closer to her.

Suddenly though, she stopped, and pulled away from his body slightly, looking at him with confusion, "are you okay?" She asked him gently, reaching her hand out to touch his face, her finger running smoothly over the contours of his face.

"Why would you say that?" He asked, his eyelids fluttering open and close. A pleasured expression covering his face.

Buffy couldn’t help but smile at the look on his face. "No reason." She replied, leaning forwards to kiss him tenderly once again.

She should be thinking that she is crazy…out here in a stranger’s courtyard, kissing William endlessly. What if Angelus saw them? Or Dru for that matter? Buffy wasn’t worried about Darla because Darla didn’t matter, Buffy already assumed that Darla had figured she and William out and just didn’t care. The blonde vampiress wondered if Darla was so unhappy here, why didn’t she just go back to the Master? Obviously that is where she belonged, not here while Angelus drove her mad with his obsessive attention towards Dru.

She was soon brought out of her thoughts when she felt William remove the pins in her hair, letting it fall loosely over her shoulders. His hands ran delicately over her curly blonde locks, his fingers intertwining themselves with her hair easily. Slowly, Buffy felt the crown he made for her be removed from her head, his hands removing contact from her golden tresses. Displease from the loss of contact, a small whimper escaped from her throat.

"Sorry my love," he purred deeply into her ear, "didn’t want to ruin it. After all I made it." He smirked, kissing her tenderly on her throat of where her pulse would be beating erratically if she were human.

The blonde vampiress let out another small whimper as his teeth grazed across the skin of her jugular. "M…kay…" She murmured as a slight gasp sprung from her mouth. "S’okay." Her hazel eyes fluttered as she basked in the attention that she was receiving from him.

"You are so beautiful…" He breathed heavily against her neck, "so soft…" He whispered once again, pushing the sleeve of her gown slightly down her shoulder, so that he could get better access as he continued to trail peppered kissed down her neck and collarbone.

Buffy’s eyes flickered open so that she could look at him. A small smile of gratification passed over her lips as she watched him. His eyes were lightly shut, while the darkness of the night filtered over his head, silhouetting half of his face while the other side shown from the lights coming from inside the mansion. Delicately, Buffy’s hand reached out towards his hair and began to run it lovingly through his tousled curls.

He was gentle with her…well more than Angelus had ever been with her. He wasn’t dominating her like Angelus always tried to do…it was always a fight when they did it…he was always trying to dominate her while she tried to do the same. It was stressing.

Buffy felt a wonderful warmth and peace flow over her body as she sat on his lap while his lips ran delicately along her white skin. Did he know what he was doing to her? Did he know how he was making her melt from inside out?

"Do you know what you are doing to me?" She managed to say out loud while he carried on kissing up and down her collarbone and neck.

"No…" He breathed in the brim of her ear, running his hands up and down the back, finally resting on her shoulder blades. "Would you like to tell me…"

"You make me warm…" She told him, her voice shaky as she took his head in her hands and directed its attention away from her neck to look her in the face so that he would listen. "At peace. I feel like am melting all over. No one has ever made me feel this way." She confessed, now finding her voice.

"I know luv," He smiled at her, his cool hand capturing her cheek, "you make me feel the same way…" Buffy couldn’t help but smile back at him as she smashed her lips up against his once again, kissing him deeply. Eventually though he pulled away from her and looked deeply into her hazel eyes, "are you sure we should do this here?"

"Why?" She slightly sniffed, her bottom lip jutting out at him.

"S’not because of Angelus…I mean…the other partygoers here…might get a little uneasy and flabbergasted if they see us…" He said shyly, almost felt like blushing, if he were human that was. "You understand…right?"

Buffy grinned at him, running her hands once more through his curly hair, "like I said before my dear William…don’t worry." She whispered, planting a deep kiss on his lips, "no one will see us…and if someone is coming our way, I will hear them."

"I suppose so… " He said, slyly looking at her through his eyelids.

"Now…where were we my William?" She asked him cunningly before roughly grabbing his shoulders and forced him done towards the ground, seizing his wrists and pinning him there.

William’s widened like saucers, darting between Buffy and her hands, which were gripping tightly onto his wrists but not hurting him at all. "I guess right about here…I suppose." He then grinned at her before she plunged her lips onto his once again, trying to devour him in one mind-blowing kiss. Buffy let out a loud purr as she removed her hands away from his wrists towards the front of his jacket and quickly removed it from his body.

The pair was interrupted though when a piercing scream irrupted throughout the air, causing them to suddenly jerk away from each other. It was coming from inside the mansion. Immediately the pair picked themselves up off the ground, completing putting what they were doing just seconds before out of their minds.

"Something must have went wrong with Angelus…" William assumed as he slipped back into his jacket while Buffy walked back over to the tree to retrieve her crown and the pins that had been in her hair.

"Yes, I suppose so…" she whispered slightly, walking back over in his direction, "we had better head back in so no one will suspect…plus we will probably have to start running back towards the farm before a mob starts." She said as she placed the pins in his hands and turned her back to him. "Will you put my hair back up…please?" She asked him, slightly glancing over her shoulder at him.

"Of course," He said as he ran his hands down her hair gently, bringing out a slight shudder from Buffy. A smile appeared on William when he saw the way his touch effected her. Shaking his head he carefully pinned her hair back up the way it was before. "All done."

Buffy grinned at him as she turned around to face him, "thank you." She whispered, cupping his cheek softly before planting a chaste kiss on his lips. "I am displeased that we never…got to…"

The blonde vampire nodded his head slowly, looking her deeply in the eyes, "yes…me too."

"You could…later on…if we get back to the farm tonight…you could sneak into my room and…" She suggested, a cunning grin springing onto her lips before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. As soon as her lips had met his, William eagerly responded by grabbing her waist and pulled her right up against his, a stifled moan escaping Buffy’s mouth. "You know…" She panted, "we keep this up and…"

"Yeah…I know…" He purred, leaning forward so that their lips were just centimeters away from one another. "But you are so alluring…you captivate me, Ms. Elizabeth. I cannot help but be drawn to your charms." He rumbled contently, nipping gently at her bottom lip.

"Mmm…" Buffy grinned pleasantly, letting his whole presence take the whole of her. "I think you are the one who is alluring, my William."

William placed a tender kiss on Buffy’s forehead before he took her hand in his, "I think you are right, luv. We had better go before we start up again." He couldn’t but smirk deviously at her as they made their way back up towards the mansion where the screaming continued to sound out as Angelus, Darla and Dru wreaked havoc throughout the mansion.

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Buffy sighed with relief as she began to run the brush through her golden locks while she sat delicately on her four poster bed. As soon as she and William had entered the mansion. The ballroom had been a handful of chaos. People were screaming with tragedy and utter suffering. The men of the party tried to be brave and face off against the gang of vampires but had no luck because as soon as they got close enough, their throats were ripped out. All the women did was cry till their hearts content…or something to that effect. Some of them would try to run away but were easily caught with hardly any effort.

When she and William had entered the room, all they had done was stare. Neither of them had seen a massacre such as that. Even after her many years with Angelus and his gang, Buffy had never seen anything like that. The walls were covered with innocent blood; it’s tangy smell diffusing throughout the room. It was too intoxicating for them to not ignore.

So they drank, reluctantly though. Neither William nor Buffy tortured their victims like the rest of their comrades. For their casualties, it was always quick and less painless…well, in a way. They both had drank their fill though. Enough to be satisfied.

No one had suspected them though, not even Angelus. He had to been involved with the carnage to care about the two new lovers…well soon to be. This made Buffy happy…she didn’t want to hide…but for both her and William’s sake, they couldn’t let Angelus or Dru find out. He would stake them both if he found out.

Now she was sitting on her bed…waiting for William. He had promised that as soon as everyone was asleep he would sneak away from the barn and into her room. Angelus and Dru were now busy in his room doing…well one could only guess what they were doing. And Darla, she was probably reading but if she heard anything from the blonde pair, she would just assume it would be Angelus and Dru.

Letting out another sigh, Buffy removed her self from bed and made her way over to her dresser, placing her brush down on the top of it.

"Where are you William?" She whispered silently to herself as she ran her hands down the front of her silk nightgown. It was one of her favorites. It was delicate and light, complimenting her small figure. The sleeves of the gown came off her shoulders while the rear of the nightgown had ties woven intricately down her back, showing off her snowy skin. Smiling she took the crown that William had made earlier tonight and placed it on her head.

Suddenly, a slight tapping on Buffy’s window startled her. Whipping her body around, she was William standing on her balcony with a pleading look in his eyes for her to let him inside. Grinning with satisfaction, Buffy went to the balcony and let her lover inside.

"Hello love." He purred before wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her up against her body. "Did you miss me?"

Buffy chuckled, snaking her hand around his neck and pulled him into a deep, longing kiss. She then let out a shriek of surprise when she felt William lift her up into his arms while he continued to devour her mouth and walk her over towards the bed. Reluctantly they broke apart from one another as William set her down on the bed.

Before he could kiss her once again, he leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "you think we can be quiet?" He asked her playfully, running his hand softly down the length of her arm.

Buffy smirked, leaning forward and planting a passionate kiss on his lips. Then flipped them over so that she was on top, "Probably…"

To be continued…

Chapter 18:

* Twilight *

Title ~ Keeping

Author ~ SunnyD

Disclaimer ~ All people belong to Joss Whedon and not me…Sadly. The extract from the song "Twilight" belongs to Vanessa Carlton.

Rating ~ PG~13

Summary ~ Well, we have jumped forwards in time once again! Yay! This takes place 15 years after "Alluring"! Have fun!

A/N ~ Thanks to everyone who has reviewed my fic. You guys are great and wonderful and I couldn’t ask for better reviewers! Also, I hope you realize that I know nothing about the Boxer Rebellion so please bear with me in these next couple of chapters. Also, at this point, Angelus has no soul. Don’t ask me why, he just doesn’t. I hope you all enjoy this chapter because I have enjoyed writing it!

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~ Vanessa Carlton ~

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She savored the warmth that was wrapped around her. She felt like she was in complete bliss and at peace. Taking in an unneeded breath she could almost feel afternoon’s breath rake over her small frame, covering her whole. Her eyelids felt heavy and wished she could fall back into a deep sleep.

She felt her lover’s arm pull her closer to him, his forearm hanging across her waist while his fingertips delicately played on bare hips. A small purr escaped rose from her throat when she felt those fingertips graze across her skin with grace. It seemed like an unconscious reaction to her closeness because ever since their first night together, before he had woken, he would pull her close to his body and just lay their stroking her skin. It was comforting to her, warming in a way.

A pleasured smile was brought to her lips when she thought of her lover. They had been together for 15 years now and had been friends for 20. She couldn’t ask for anything more. He was her equal, her confidant, her beloved and her friend.

For the last 15 years their gang of vampires had traveled everywhere…Belgium, France, Germany and Spain. God, how she missed Spain…it so was beautiful there. They had both missed Spain. They loved the people, the language, the culture and the music. It was passionate and everlasting. The vampire couple thought that it suited them. They had learned to dance their dances and did so with infatuation and eagerness. God how she missed Spain!

Angelus got bored with Spain though, he didn’t see the same beauty of it like she and her partner did, so they were forced to leave there and now they were here…in China. Angelus could feel that the new Slayer was here. He sought her out every night since the day that they had arrived. But he had yet to find her. He was thirsty for blood, Slayer’s blood. She could see it in his eyes. The hunger was raw and deadly. She hated looking into Angelus’s eyes…they frightened her. It did not frighten Dru though; she loved to bask in them…look into them for endless hours with a childlike obsession. She said they sparkled like the bright stars in the sky and she wanted to devour them. Whenever that would occur, Darla would roll her eyes and saunter off to another room. Over the last 15 years she had grown tired of Angelus…completely. They always argued about something…didn’t matter what but there was always something to argue about between them. Buffy could only see it as a short amount of time before her grandsire left them.

A slight shiver escaped the vampiress’s body when her lover’s hand began to travel up and down her satiny figure. He must still be asleep, she assumed while savoring in the way his soft touch effected her. It was loving and not demanding or space invading so she didn’t feel threatened.

Finally, bright hazel eyes opened and turned to the presence that was lying next to her. Entwining their legs together, Buffy stared up at him. He looked heavenly as he slept. His face seemed softer and younger. She was about to think that he was almost angelic looking but she knew from personal experience that he wasn’t all pure innocence as his face seem to let on.

A soft purr sprung from his mouth while he nuzzled the top of her head, which was conveniently tucked under his chin. "Mmm…Buffy…" He mumbled incoherently, well to the human ear, but Buffy could hear it loud and clear, which made a bright smile break out onto her face. "You are beautiful…" He mumbled once again, a relaxed smile setting upon his lips with ease. Taking in a deep breath through his nostrils so that he could engulf her scent. "Mine…forever to keep…"

The blonde vampiress beamed as she planted a virtuous kiss upon his lips, pulling away reluctantly before whispering into his ear, "you are mine too…Spike." She breathed into his ear canal.

For the longest time now she had some taken up to calling him Spike…she didn’t know when it happened but it did. He didn’t seem to mind though…he wasn’t the shy poet William anymore…he was a strong, confident vampire who adored her. Who would do anything for her if she asked. It was in moments of pure gentleness that she referred to him by his human name as he would refer to her true name in such moments.

"Come now…" She beckoned to him softly, her cool breath tracing along the brim of his hear. "Wake up now…" Spike let out a stifled groan as his eyelids fluttered open lazily and then eventually stared her in the eyes softly.

"There we go." She chirped quietly, running her hand through his dark blonde locks. "There are your eyes." She whispered, staring deeply into his eyes as they stared back at her. Remembering the first night she saw him and just how his eyes seemed to pull her in. They were so bright and breathtaking, every time she looked into them, she felt like she was staring into them for the very first time. Every time he blinked, the shades and colors of his blue orbs were changing constantly. She loved it.

"Hello…" He greeted kindly, trying to stretch his body but was stopped by Buffy’s thigh in between his own. "Decided to get all comfortable with me, eh?" He asked, one of his eyebrows raising up at her with amusement but incredible affection.

Buffy’s eyebrows knitted together, giving him a challenging look, "and if I did? What are you going to do about it?"

A sudden smirk appeared on the male vampire’s face as he heard her teasing challenge. "If I did do something about it, luv, I am afraid that you wouldn’t be able to walk for days and would like it too much." He chuckled, kissing her on the tip of her nose.

Buffy bit her lower lip as she began to contemplate his response, and then a bright and agreeing look passed over her features, "you’re right…I would…" She giggled slyly, looking up at him through her eyelids. A devious look caught her lips as she leaned forward towards his ear and smiled, "so go ahead and do it…like you said…I would like it." She purred into his ear, nibbling slightly on his earlobe with endearment.

A deep rumble erupted from his chest as he sneaked his hand around towards the back of her neck and placed her head down on top of his chest. "Would love too, pet. Trust me…I would but there is the factor of the Poofter and his sneaking suspicion of us."

Buffy let out a small whimper as her bottom lip stuck out slightly at him, "he has not asked about us for the longest time, my love." She sniffled and then buried her head in the crook of his neck and took a huge whiff of his scent. So sweet and appetizing. "It is several hours ‘till sundown…then we will be free to wander the streets with splendor…so we should enjoy the time we have…" She soothed against his skin, slightly nipping at his cool flesh and nuzzling the crook of his neck. Spike took in a sharp breath as her teeth grazed his jugular. He then took his hand and ran it through her long golden hair, bunching it his palms, intertwining his fingers with her soft tresses.

"Maybe…I could oblige this once." He joked; planting peppered kissed down her face and then towards her neck. He paused slightly though when he saw her scar. He had first noticed almost several days after their first endless session of passion. They were lying together in each other’s embrace when he saw the faint bite mark on her throat. He had asked her about it. She told him it was from Angelus, when she was just a fledgling. She was his lover then and let him mark her, as a sign that she was his.

Spike lightly ran the tip of his thumb over the subtle mark on her throat and sighed, Angelus’s territorial brand always left a painful feeling in his gut. She had not allowed him to mark her, yet, so that he could make her, his. She told him that she would let him eventually, when it was right for both of them. So Spike had waited patiently for 15 years and he had still not been allowed to do it.

"What’s wrong?" Buffy breathed with concern, looking up at him with worry. He had a blank stare on his face. Following his gaze, Buffy let a pang of guilt wash over her when she realized what he was staring at. "Oh, William…" she gasped painfully, cupping his cheek with her hand, running her thumb down his highly arched cheeks. "I am so sorry…"

"No it is okay…" he compelled, sending her a smile and the shook his head, taking his mind away from her scar. "I shouldn’t…"

"Shhh…" Buffy shushed him as she placed her finger over his lips, "I know what you want…and I-"

Buffy’s sentence was then cut off when Spike’s lips smashed up against hers in a passionate kiss. When he eventually pulled away though, he looked sincerely into her eyes, "don’t worry about it, I’ll be fine. I have you now, s’all that matters." He grinned at her, planting a deep kiss on her lips once again, wrapping his arms tighter around her waist and eased her on top of his frame. "Now…are you up for the challenge?" He taunted, wiggling his eyebrows slightly at her, which made her giggle.

"No…the question is, love." She rumbled as she grabbed his wrists and pinned him to the bed, letting the sheet that was wrapping them both, fall from the smooth curve of her back. "Are you?"

Spike’s eyes widened as he gazed up at his lover, oh God… "You are so beautiful…a goddess. I could have you forever." He whispered in a dazed matter, continuing to stare up at her with true and utter amazement.

"You are not so bad yourself…" she smirked at him, her hand hovering over his skin as she ran it down his chest, receiving a pleading look from him. He wanted her to touch him but she was teasing him. She knew he hated it…a whole bundle. "Divine even…" She purred, before leaning forward and kissed him deeply and intimately, then locked her arms around his neck, pulling herself even closer to him, molding their frames with one another.

They wanted it to never end…

To be continued…

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