Part 19:

* Twilight *

Title ~ Seeing

Author ~ SunnyD

Disclaimer ~ All people belong to Joss Whedon and the ME team and sadly don’t belong to me. And the extract from the song "Twilight" belongs to Vanessa Carlton.

Rating ~ PG ~13

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

A/N ~ Thanks to all the reviewers! You guys are truly great! And I know I say that all the time but you know what it is true! I love hearing what you guys think about my story! Oh and I have learned that I have been spelling Drusilla’s name wrong. Promise from now I will spell it correctly. Anyways…I hope you enjoy the new chapter!

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Her tired eyelids opened slowly as she felt consciousness take over her body and a misty haze glaze over her eyes. Stretching her body, Buffy could feel that her legs and arms had been worked to the best of their capabilities, and the tension that had been built up in her muscles only hours ago had finally melted away.

When the fog that had glazed over eyes had finally evaporated, the blonde vampiress let her gaze follow over towards the only window in her bedroom. Though it was heavily covered with midnight hued drapes, Buffy could almost see and definitely feel sunset’s glow cover the land. It was almost time for the moon to cover the sun. The time when she would have to say goodbye to this sweet dream she had been living for the past 15 years and head back into the reality she sometimes wished never existed but could tolerate because it was a part of her. The time when her sweet lover would slip away from her sheets and wrap himself in his own…sometimes with his sire. A slight feeling of jealously tingled throughout the blonde vampiress’s body…why did Dru think she had to have both Angelus and Spike?

Buffy’s eyes fluttered close slightly as she tried to push back the envy that coursed throughout her form. Spike said that he would always be Buffy’s…that he felt nothing for Dru and felt everything for her. That’s not what bothered the blonde but the fact was that Dru thought that everything was hers. Anything or anyone she touched belonged to her…it sickened Buffy and tensed her up.

The tightening of the muscles in her body filtered away though when she felt her beloved, bury his face in the crook of her neck, nuzzling the curve where her collarbone and her throat met. His arm snaked up around her waist as he spooned himself up against her. It brought a warm smile to her face.

With a sudden desperate need to walk around, Buffy gently and cautiously eased herself out of her lover’s comforting embrace and slowly made her way towards the other side of the room, towards one of the large various paintings that adorned the wooden walls of her bedroom. The room was fairly large, compared to the ones she had before. Buffy curled her toes, taking comfort in the way the texture of the Persian rug that lay under her feet fit between her dainty toes.

The blonde vampiress wrapped her arms around her body when she felt the cold draft of the mansion pass by her, a shudder escaping her body. Turning her head, she saw the way the sweet candlelight of her chamber play off her lover’s bare form, one of her silky creamed colored sheets covering the lower half of his body. She would’ve taken the sheet from him but Buffy didn’t want to wake him. He looked so wonderful resting there.

Shaking her head silently to herself, Buffy turned back around to the large oak chest that sat in front of her. Biting her bottom lip, she quietly opened the first drawer and her eyes brightened with excitement as she saw what she kept in there. A smile captured her lips as she took it out of the drawer and admired it with loving memories.

"I see you still have it." A soft voice purred into her ear and Buffy suddenly felt strong arms wrap themselves around her waist along with the sheet from her bed, then the slight contact of their bodies molding with one another.

"Thought you were asleep." She sighed, leaning her head back against his chest and placed her arms over the ones that were wrapped around her.

"Well…I was asleep…" he smirked as he leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on the back of her shoulder, "I tried to reach out for you but you weren’t there…so I woke up…thought something was wrong." He whispered with concern, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Nothing is wrong…wanted to walk around is all…" She told him reassuringly, turning her head so that she could plant a wholesome kiss on one of his highly etched cheekbones, "see…I am perfectly fine and content." She breathed against his neck, taking one of her hands and ran her hand up his cheek and through his tousled hair.

A pleased smile covered her mouth when she felt a delicate shudder flow down his lean frame. "Oh, do not start this now, luv…I have to head back into my own room here in a bit…don’t know if I can do that when you tempt me like this."

Buffy let a small chuckle rumble through her chest as she turned around to face him, locking her arms tightly around his neck. "No tempting occurring here…it is all you…" She smiled deviously at him, running her hands through the small hairs on the back of his neck. "I am just being me."

"Yes, I know…" He said, placing his hands on the small of her back, bringing them closer, "and that’s just it." He mumbled, nuzzling the side of face, planting delicate kisses on her pale cheeks before coming in contact with her lips, trying to consume her completely.

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Darla grumbled with frustration as she sat all prim and proper in her rocking chair. In the room next to her, she could hear the actions that were going on between her childe and Drusilla. This is what it had been like for the last couple of months and Darla was having a hard time containing her temper. Angelus felt the need to rub in his relationship with Dru in her face all the time. He liked to see how angry it got her.

She didn’t know when her anger for him began. Probably after William was sired or maybe it was when Angelus made Buffy. Or it could have been somewhere in between there?

The older vampiress felt miserable and she felt alone. She hated it here…she despised it. Why did she choose to go with Angelus in the first place? She should’ve stayed with the Master. If she did, she wouldn’t be sitting here…trying to drone out the painful yet pleasured screams that came from both Drusilla and Angelus.

"I cannot listen to this any longer!" She grumbled, slamming the book that she was reading shut and stomped out of her room. "At least it will be quieter in the study." She said a loud to herself, making her way down the long corridor of their mansion, the screams of her childe and her grandchile fading away. "Peace at last…" she whispered to herself continuing to stroll down the hall when she came across Buffy’s room and stopped dead in her tracks when she heard the muffled noises of both the young vampiress and Spike.

Tentatively she took a step towards the door and almost burst out laughing as listened to the sounds of the pair, the occasional sighs or joyous moans that came from their mouths. Then came the soft whispers of comfort and affection.

The older vampiress shook her head, stepping away from the door with a smug and amused look passing over her features. So her suspicions over the past few years had been right. It explained a lot though…with the looks that they would send each other when they thought no one was looking. The way their eyes sparkled when she, Angelus and Darka would leave the room. Yes…it explained a lot.

Darla held her head high as continued to walk down the corridor, pondering the many ways Angelus would try to torture and kill Spike for touching Buffy that…intimately. It would be fun to watch and relish in. She would give everything she owned to see Angelus in utter pain and conflict. Of course, she was tempted to just bolt down that hallway and tell him how the vampire he loathes the most was with his own childe, holding one another in such a passionate embrace and that they were doing it right under his nose. But amazingly she wasn’t going to tell him. Why you may ask? Well of course it would be more painful for Angelus to find out for himself than for Darla to tell him. It would be divine though when it would finally happen. Too bad Darla probably wouldn’t be hanging around much longer to see it.

"Too bad…" she mumbled to herself, continuing down the hall.

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"Do you have to leave?" Buffy pouted as she wrapped the bed sheet tighter around her body, watching as Spike was dressing himself. "Now?"

Spike finally turned his head around to look at her when he heard the pleading sound in her voice, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You know how much I wish to stay with you…but there is the factor that if I don’t leave then I will be more than tempted to ravage you once again for the fourth time this afternoon. We don’t want Angelus walking in on us because we both know how badly that will end up." He told her, looking deeply into her eyes, running his hand down the length of her hair, causing a soft but happy sigh to come out of her mouth. "You understand?"

Buffy looked up at him and slowly nodded, placing a kiss on the hand that remained delicately on her hair, "seeing you…" She whispered quietly, a look of longing and sadness filling her eyes. Yes she would only see him in a couple of hours but when she would see him next they would have to pretend. They would have to pretend who they were to each other, what they meant to one another and how it had effected them. She hated to pretend…

"Seeing you…" he whispered back, planting a kiss on the top of her head. Before he left her alone, he sent her a charming smile, but just as he was about though, he felt her small hand on his elbow.

"Spike…" she said, tugging at his elbow so that he would turn around to face her. Before he knew it, she smashed her lips up against his in a heated kiss, "Bye…"

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Drusilla giggled like a small child as she shut the heavy door to Spike’s room as quietly as she could. Turning around, a bright smile was brought to the raven-haired vampiress when she saw her ocean lying in his bed, sound asleep.

"My pretty little ocean," she cooed, swaying over to his bedside with a predatory undertone. "Your eyes sing to me, a pretty little song…"

Spike’s eyes fluttered open as he heard the soft tone of his sire. And almost let out a disappointed groan when he saw her, when he really wanted it to be Buffy. "Hello Dru…" He greeted her casually, running a hand through his blonde locks.

Drusilla furrowed her eyebrows together as she circled around the bed and climbed in next to him. "My puppy…mine…" She said firmly, laying her head down his chest, clutching at the sheets that covered his body. "Angelus will not touch my ocean…he thinks you’ve been a bad boy and wants to punish you." She sighed as she removed her head from his chest and looked him dead in the eyes; "mummy tells him that only she can only touch her puppy…no one else. She told him that if anyone touches her puppy she would drain their insides and make pretty fire with them. Would you like to see it?"

"Maybe…" he said reluctantly, turning on his back so that he was looking directly up at the ceiling and away from the hungry eyes of the vampiress that was lying next to him in his bed.

A long silence passed between the pair as they lay there. Dru gazed at him with utter affection, then looking at him closer she let a bright smile cover her mouth. "The Slayer’s blood will hum in your veins my sweet…it will make the prettiest song. My wicked Spike."

Spike’s eyebrows furrowed as he turned on his side to look over at his sire, who was lying on her back, giggling with madness. "What?"

"I am seeing it my pet," she hissed while continuing to laugh madly, "oh, it is so pretty. The pretty flames dance around you my ocean…there is blood…it tastes so sweet…"

Before Spike could utter another word though, Dru bounded out of the room and slammed the door behind her.

"Bloody hell…" Spike muttered as he fell back onto his bed and tried to go back to sleep.

To be continued…

Part 20:

* Twilight *

Title ~ Slaying pt. 1

Author ~ SunnyD

Disclaimer ~ Everyone belongs to Joss Whedon and the ME team…not me. The extract from the song "Twilight" belongs to Vanessa Carlton.

Rating ~ PG~13

Summary ~ Takes place right after "Seeing"

A/N ~ Thanks to everyone for the great reviews, they are greatly appreciated! I couldn’t ask for nicer reviewers! I hope I can continue to please you. Have fun with this new chapter! And I just realized how much fun I have writing Dru. Hmmm…weird.

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Spike crossed his legs with impatience as he lounged on one of the many plush pieces of furniture that were strewn through out the living area of the mansion. He, Darla, and Buffy were all waiting for both Angelus and Dry for a while now and it was wearing on Spike’s nerves.

"You think they would be done shagging yet?" He said a loud to himself as he leafed through the book that was sitting in his lap, not once looking up from it. His eyebrows furrowing as he scanned down the page.

"No, probably not…" a small sweet voice chimed in after him. The vampire snapped his head up to stare at the vampiress that was sitting across from him. The blonde vampire couldn’t help but just stare at her as she sat there, looking at him with affection. Buffy was beautiful to him…since the first he saw her. She was an angel hovering over him, a look in her eyes that had said to him ‘I will care for you’. A smile was brought to his own lips as he continued to remember their times together. Eventually a smile of her own began to play on those soft lips of hers that he loved to caress with his own.

"Will you both stop it! This is sickening!" Darla barked at the blonde couple, her eyes shooting daggers at them from across the room. "The making of moon eyes at one another is too humanlike."

The blonde pair whirled their heads around to look at Darla, their eyes wide with horror and shock. Buffy’s bottom lip began to quiver slightly as she stared at her grandsire. "How did you-?"

"Angelus will kill you both if he finds out…" Darla warned them, completely ignoring Buffy’s question. She then turned her head towards Spike, looking him directly in the eyes. "He will take pride in watching you suffer as he tortures you." She hissed at him before letting out a nonchalant sigh, removing herself from where she was sitting and began to make her way towards the hall, which led to everyone’s chambers. She was suddenly stopped though when Buffy’s voice called out to her.

"Will you tell him?" Buffy asked her in a questioning voice. The tone of it was filled with fear and knew that if she were human, her heart would be beating a mile a minute.

Darla sighed once again as turned back towards the couple and let a smug manner pass over the features on her face and the way she carried herself altogether. "I was tempted to…but of course I would rather him find out himself…much more painful for him. So to answer your question…no I will not." Darla almost cringed as she watched the pair sighed with relief and then sent one another short yet longing looks. "Please…do not look at each other like that in front of me. Like I said, it is sickening."

Spike opened is his mouth as if he was about to say something but was stopped when both his sire and Angelus entered the room, both of them having a satisfied appearance from the afterglow of endless fornication that irrupted painful screams throughout the mansion.

Angelus dark eyes stared at Dru with complete fascination before finally landing on his other childe. "Buffy…lover…you look ravishing…" He noted with a charming smile, sauntering slowly over towards her. His dark, hungry orbs traveling appreciatively down her body. Soaking in the way that the simple dress she was wearing and the way it fit on her, slightly accentuating the curves on her body.

As he watched his grandsire’s eyes roam over his lover’s body, Spike could feel a threatening growl rise to the edge of his throat. Jealousy coursing through his lean form; watching Angelus undress Buffy with his eyes. Spike would’ve barked at him, telling him to step away from his lady, but he couldn’t. Because he knew that Angelus would attack him with millions of questions about why Spike was so insistent that he stay away from Buffy. So he couldn’t say anything…but it was taking every fiber in his body to not bolt over there and rip Angelus away from her. His beloved Buffy.

Angelus chuckled at his childe, running his hand down the side of her face, which she slightly flinched away from. "When I kill the Slayer tonight…you will be the first of my women to drink her blood. I remember how you use to love the taste of the Slayer’s blood." He purred seductively, his eyes still roaming over her form but suddenly stopped when he heard the mad cackling of his other childe and the feel of her arms wrap around his waist.

"The Slayer’s blood will run tonight…" she whispered softly into his ear, "but Daddy won’t be the one who slashes her throat." She giggled with such delight that she fell back into the sofa that was placed behind her which was next to Spike who was giving her a very confused stare. Drusilla turned to look at Spike and leaned over to whisper something into his ear but was halted when Angelus’s hands grabbed her shoulders tempestuously. "Daddy’s mad…he won’t get to join the party." She said as Angelus pulled her roughly off the couch so that he could stare her deep in the eyes.

"Who?" He barked at her, shaking her lightly, which caused a pleasured moan to escape her mouth while he grasped her tightly. "Tell me who!" He told her more firmly, his hands removing themselves from her frail shoulders.

Drusilla’s eyes sparkled as she placed a slender finger against her lips, "shhh…bad Angelus. The stars are mad at you for wanting to know their secrets. They tell me not to tell you. Want it to be a surprise…" She chuckled as she leaned forward towards his lips and bit down hard on his bottom one, drawing blood. Quickly though, just as the blood began to flow down his chin, she easily leaned forward and licked it off. "The stars tell me many surprises and secrets…but there are too many to listen to but this one screams at me."

Angelus’s demon surged forward as he felt a deep envy and rage surge through his form. "Well, I will make sure that it won’t happen! I will be the one who uses the Slayer’s neck as my chalice!" He hissed between his teeth before shaking off his vampire mask and reverting back to his human one. "Definitely…now…come!" He barked as he turned on his heels and stalked towards the front door, the other four following after him.

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Buffy sighed as she looked over her shoulder at her lover. His eyes and full attention were focused on the chaos that was occurring all around them. The fires that sprung out of nowhere, the ash and cinder that were being absorbed into the charcoal sky, and the hordes of people running through the town in panic and terror. It made a deep pit of hunger fall into her stomach like a heavy weight.

"The chaos is intoxicating my wicked Spike." Dru hissed into her childe’s ear, sending a sharp glance over at Buffy, knowing that the blonde vampiress was staring at her ocean. "I hear all the mortal’s blood pumping." She told him, rubbing her figure against his in an erotic matter, then placed her lips delicately against his ear, "do you hear it my Spike?" She asked him sensually, running her hands along his stomach, running inside the long coat that he was wearing.

"Yes, I do…" he replied in a nonchalant manner, slightly looking down at his sire who was continuing to rub up against him. "Powerful it is…" He said, his gaze turning away from the fires and frightened crowds and up at his lover who was watching them with concerned eyes.

Buffy’s eyes flickered over towards Spike and sent him an intense look that spoke to him in so many ways. She wanted to be there with him, instead of having Dru there with him. Touching him the way Buffy would touch him when they where alone. Seeing her discomfort with Dru, Spike sent his lover a soft and reassuring smile that seemed to ease Buffy’s nerves and if she was human, it would’ve made her blush. Her gaze of him was broken though when she felt Angelus’s powerful arm wrap around her waist, colliding her body with his.

"I feel the need to feed now." Angelus said to practically no one, and then sniffed the air, taking in its bloodied scent. "The Slayer’s here somewhere…I am going to find her…" he whispered to himself and turned his head to look at Dru who was continuing to invade Spike’s personal space.

"Come now Dru! We search for the Slayer!" He barked at the vampiress who obediently pulled herself away from Spike and made her way towards Angelus, looking up at him with large adoring eyes. His attention then moved away from his childe towards his grandchilde, who was gazing at the screaming crowds and blazing fires once again. "Spike…I am sure you can manage by yourself."

Spike rolled his eyes as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat, "yeah, sure, whatever…you bloody poofter." Spike snarled under his breath, thinking that Angelus wouldn’t hear it but he did and before the younger vampire knew it, he was being slammed up against a nearby wall.

"What did you say!" Angelus growled at him, his demon mask fully on, wanting to rip the younger vampire’s throat out.

"Poofter." Spike managed to cough out as Angelus held his throat in a vice like grip.

"Ever since Dru made you, you have been a thorn in my side. An annoying thorn that I would like nothing else to do but snap in half." He snarled, his face barely inches from Spike’s who didn’t seemed phased by his grandsire’s temper.

"I still say you are a poofter." He coughed once again, a sly smirk appearing on his face. "No matter how much you threaten me." He challenged towards the brunette vampire whose grip was now loosening on his neck.

"I would like to see you try and take me on!" Angelus snapped at him, reverting back into his human form, backing away from the younger vampire that began to rub his neck.

Spike quirked an eyebrow up at Angelus and let a short chuckle escape from his mouth, "is that a promise?" He taunted wickedly before spinning on his heels, walking away from the group.

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Spike let out a short growl as he dropped his latest victim towards the ground with a thud. He sighed silently to himself as he licked some remaining blood from his lips before slipping out of the dark alleyway.

Chaos continued to rain through the streets of the Chinese village. Several people running into him as he continued on walking. All he could do was watch. It was intriguing to him. It reminded him of that night at that mansion in Yorkshire. The partygoer’s screams still fresh in his head as Angelus and Dru ripped their guts open and drained them dry. It was horrific but still at the end of the night, he was able to take Buffy into his bed for the first of many passionate sessions of copulation.

She always made him feel like he could fly. The way she kissed, touched and talked to him. He just felt drawn to her presence. She was gorgeous, like an angel.

"God…I could love ‘er." He whispered to himself, a thoughtful look on his features.

He was taken away from his thoughts when a sharp kick landed on his chest, sending him flying into a nearby burning building.

"What the hell?" He cursed under his breath as he got up off the ground. Looking up in front of him, a bright smile broke out on to his face. Well…well…look what we have here, he thought eagerly in his head. "Hello Slayer." He purred at her.

The Slayer’s face-hardened as she gripped a sword tightly in her hand. "Vampire!" She hissed at him in Chinese before lashing out at him with her sword…

To be continued…

Part 21:

* Twilight *

Title ~ Slaying pt. 2

Author ~ SunnyD

Disclaimer ~ All people and things Buffy belong to Joss Whedon and the ME team. The extract from the song "Twilight" belongs to Vanessa Carlton.

Rating ~ PG~13

Summary ~ Takes place right after the last chapter.

A/N ~ Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed my fic. You all have made me a very happy writer! Really! Sorry it has taken me awhile to update…been working on my own Buffy fanfic. site. I am kind of proud of it. If you want to go to it the address is on my user profile. Anways…enjoy the new chapter!

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Spike couldn’t help but let out a deep chuckle as the Slayer tried to lash out at him again with her sword, which he conveniently side stepped away from as the sharp blade almost slashed the side of his gut. They had been fighting without end for the longest time. Each of them trading harsh blows to one another while Spike continued to avoid the dangerous gleam of her sword.

"You enjoying this as much as I am?" He asked her tauntingly, knowing that she wouldn’t understand a word he was saying.

"Shut up!" She hissed at him in her foreign tongue, her eyes dancing with fire, attempting to skewer him with her sword once again but in more intricate motions. One of her slashes managing to catch the sleeve of his shirt, ripping his shirt and injuring his flesh.

The blonde vampire let out a primal growl as he fully attacked the Chinese Slayer, all fists and fangs. Constantly throwing skillful punches and hard kicks at her. The Slayer didn’t back down though because she easily blocked them and threateningly swiped her sword at him.

"You know, how is a bloke supposed to fight you when he is armless." Spike noted as threw a roundhouse kick at the Slayer, knocking her to the ground and the sword out of her hand. "That’s better." He smirked, stalking over towards the young woman, ready for the final blow but was taken aback when she sprung back up on her feet and kicked him in the chest, sending the vampire flying across the building.

Spike groaned with frustration and ache as he watched the fires from the chaos of the village. They were growing rapidly and making their way towards the building, full force. Their dangerous flames charging like a huge army.

Shaking his head though, the vampire pulled himself up off the ground, only to have the Slayer’s sword slash across his forehead, a dangerous slit forming across his eyebrow, his own crimson blood pouring down his face. A short gasp escaping from his throat when her hand gripped around his throat and slammed him up against a nearby pillar, her blade centimeters from his throat.

"Time to die vampire!" She hissed as she drew her sword back for the final blow. Spike’s eyes wide with fear.

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"The twilight sings pretty songs to me." Dru cooed as she gripped tightly on to Angelus’s forearm as she, Angelus and Buffy traveled through the streets of the Chinese village. Darla had left them earlier in the evening due to her lack of attention and excitement of tonight’s hunting. Buffy watched the pair with boredom.

"I bet they do Dru. But do the stars tell you where the Slayer is?" He asked her gently, as if he was talking to a child. A look of wanting passing over his face as he stopped them in their tracks, running his rough hand delicately down the vampiress’s face, although her eyes were mainly focused on the plain in front of them. But suddenly, after a while of staring blankly at the terror filled land, she finally looked at her sire with a coy gawk to her features.

"Bad Daddy." She snapped at him with a slight playfulness in her tone. "I told you the stars wish to keep it a secret. They say the Slayer’s death is not by your hands but of a puppy. The stars like to play cruel jokes." She chuckled with complete giddiness.

At the mention of the word ‘puppy’, Buffy’s full attention focused on the crazed vampiress. She had heard Dru use that term before, but on…William! It was William she was speaking of. He had told her many times that when Dru sometimes came into his bed that she would call him that, using it as a term of endearment in some way.

"A puppy?" Angelus asked her with confusion, the stroking of her face increasing, hoping to get it out of her…by any means necessary.

"Yes…" Drusilla hissed, resting her head on his shoulder, looking blankly up at the stars. "The puppy. Such a small thing, with tiny claws and small teeth but it can be ruthless. It is lovely. But it will be a big dog soon…all grown up." She then snapped her head over towards a near by alley and smiled wickedly, "I smell fear." She whispered hoarsely into Angelus’s ear, her attention now fully focused on the darkened alley that was hidden in the shadows.

"You do?" Angelus chuckled deeply into her ear, nuzzling the side of her face and had completely forgotten about the Slayer’s killer, focused mainly on Dru and her fascination with the darkened alley. "Tell me about it…"

Drusilla chuckled, as she closed her eyes lightly, as if she was listening to something. "The babe cries with hunger. But sister tells her to hush, ‘only bad girls cry’ she says." Dru’s eyes flew open abruptly, her dark eyes wide with wonder and excitement. "Poor mommy is gone underground…sleeping eternally. They cry for her and they fear." She chuckled deeply, turning her head so that she could look at him. "I can hear their blood, it is screaming inside them. It is melodious. Shall we got meet their insides?" She asked sweetly before kissing his lips fully, an impish smile planted on her red blood lips.

"Of course, lover." Angelus purred into her ear, before kissing her back in a harsh, dominating matter. "We shall create havoc." He whispered before grabbing her hand as they boy glided into the shadows of the nearby alley. Both forgetting that Buffy was even there with them.

"William." Buffy whispered with panic as she turned on her heels and ran down the street, searching for her vampire lover.

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Spike’s eyes widened as he saw the Slayer draw back her sword. She had a dark gleam in her eyes. They seemed bottomless and lost. As if she had nothing left in the world and had…a death wish. But that despair that Spike saw her in her eyes was easily covered by thirst for blood and for his own death.

Seeing her distracted, the vampire quickly pushed her away from his body and then kicked the sword out of her hands. He growled, sending another kick towards her chest, which pushed her down to the ground and with lightening speed Spike was right by her side.

"Trying to stake me with your sword?" He chuckled deeply as he picked her up off the ground by her shirt collar, then wrapped his arms around her neck, holding her in place. "Clever."

Slight tears ran down the Slayer’s cheeks as she could feel her death coming upon her. "Tell my mother…I’m sorry." She whispered to him, almost a look of relief passing over her face.

"Sorry, luv," he said as he brought forth his demon visage, looking down at her neck with utter anticipation of her own sweet vital juices. "I don’t speak Chinese." He growled before slamming his teeth into her jugular, drinking her crimson elixir with eagerness until she was dry of blood.

"William…" Buffy’s honeyed voice whispered as she stood in the broken doorway of the building, a surprised and revived look on her beautiful face, the one he loved to kiss so much.

The male vampire easily shrugged off his demon mask before dropping the girl’s dead body towards the ground and then made his way towards his lover. "The Slayer…I did it." He said to her, turning around to look at the body he had just drained.

"I knew Dru was talking about you when she called you ‘puppy’," Buffy said to herself as she also stared at the body that was lying on the ground. Her eyes then drifted towards his face, where the blood from the cut on his eyebrow was pouring down his face and neck. "You’re hurt." She murmured quietly to him, reaching out to touch the gash across his eyebrow.

"I am okay…don’t worry." He told her gently, running his hand reassuringly down her cheek. "I am alive…well somewhat." He smirked as she leaned into his touch, shutting her eyes as she felt the sensation of his hand on her skin. "Does the Poofter and Dru know that you are away?" He asked gently and with worry for them both.

Buffy finally opened her eyes, as she looked at him deeply, her chest felt heavy and her stomach felt light. "No…they’re busy…feeding," she whispered deeply to him, running her hand down the side of his face and then planted a chaste kiss on his lips. "Spi-…"

Before Buffy could even finish what she was saying, her lover grabbed her hips roughly, lifting her up off the ground and pushed her up against and nearby pillar, the vampiress letting out a small gasp of surprise. As soon as that sound left her lips though, she felt his own mouth smash up against hers in a passionate dance. She felt warm for the first time tonight. Could it have been because of him? It always was though; she always felt this way whenever he was around. It was just the way he looked at her, the way he touched her when no one was around to watch them. It comforted her, made her feel human and alive.

"William," she moaned slightly when she felt his kiss drop away from her lips and towards her neck. He knew she liked it when he kissed her there. When he placed short, sweet pecks there, sometimes nibbling with his teeth. She loved it. She wanted him and needed him. He was her mate.

Suddenly her hazel eyes flew open as she came to a sudden realization; it made her lips curl into a joyous smile. "William." She called out to him once again, this time sounding more serious but filled with desire and compassion.

When he had heard her voice speak to him, he pulled away from her neck and stared wonderfully at her face, gazing at her lovingly. "What is it?" He asked thoughtfully, running his hand down her face with affection.

Her eyes fluttered close as she tried to piece through her thoughts. Trying to set out what she was going to say to him. "Nothing is wrong." She said almost innocently before looking up into his eyes. "I need you. To be with me…for as long as our existence may be…I want you there…to be my friend and my lover." She let out a heavy yet unneeded breath as she pulled her hair away from the side of her neck…the side where Angelus’s mark still lingered.

"Elizabeth…" He said breathlessly, knowing what she was asking him to do, looking down at her neck with awe as the dead veins in her neck shown through her snow-white skin. "Are you…do you know…what about Angelus?"

"It is alright…" she whispered to him, running her finger down his lips slowly. "Don’t worry…he’s too wrapped up in Dru to notice us anymore. And if he does suspect…we will both make sure he won’t find out." She planted another deep kiss on his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair. "Please…now…" She whispered sensually into his ear, "I want you…"

Spike took in a deep unneeded breath as he planted a chaste kiss on the scar before he brought forth his fangs and sunk them deeply into her neck, taking as much time as needed and hoped that it didn’t hurt her. As he began to drink from her, Spike could feel her fingers dig deeply into his scalp and tug at his curls. Sharp gasps of pain and pleasure were coming from mouth as he drank from her body. It tasted sweet and everlasting…he had never tasted anything like it. He had heard that a Slayer’s blood was the most delicious thing a vampire could taste, that it was an aphrodisiac in some way…but this was so much better. Blood was supposed to make you feel powerful but hers didn’t…it made him feel loved…cherished…needed…and more. He wanted this…he wanted to touch her…to kiss her…to love her…

"Buffy…" He gasped as he pulled his fangs away from her throat and slipped easily back into his human face. Before the vampiress could utter another word he kissed her, intensely as if his whole existence depended on how heavily he could kiss. Her blood on his mouth was washing into her own.

Passion overcame the blonde vampiress as she also pulled on her demonic mask and looked him deeply in the eyes, as if she was asking him a question and eagerly he nodded. Buffy let out a burning purr as she also slid her fangs into his neck. She felt overly stimulated when she heard several moans of excitement escape his throat as they both sunk to the ground in a tight embrace.

~*~

Angelus growled as he threw his shirt back on over his head, removing himself roughly off the bed where Dru was sleeping soundly. They had been back at the mansion for hours and yet he couldn’t shake the envious feeling that was coursing through out his body.

Spike had killed the Slayer…he hissed in his head as he began to pace the room. When the younger yet pompous vampire had told him what had happened, Angelus could feel the need to lash out at the boy bubble in his gut. He was about to act on it though but Dru’s cackling and overly excited attitude had prevented him from doing so. She was extremely proud of her ‘puppy’, telling him what a good ‘dog’ he had been…killing the Slayer and all. Angelus didn’t want to ruin her happiness, even though it was directed at one of the beings that he hated with a fiery vengeance.

The brunette vampire growled as he stalked out of the room and down the hall but stopped when he heard a noise come from his sire’s room. Curious he turned around and threw open her door, which caused her to jump in pure surprise.

"What do you want now Angelus?" She growled at him, walking over to her closet and took out several dresses and threw them into an old suitcase. "I am busy." She snapped at him, placing some more of her beautiful gowns into her beat up suitcase and then closed it shut.

"Busy doing what exactly?" He asked suspiciously but with a slight tone of anger in his voice.

Darla sighed as she continued to pack some more of her things in a hurry, "I hear Spike done in a Slayer tonight…" She said, sending a impish glance over her shoulder, "didn’t know he had it in him. Guess that makes him one of us now." She purred before tending back to her clothes.

"What are you doing Darla!" Angelus growled with frustration as he continued to observe her.

"I’m leaving." She said simply, picking up her suitcase and turned to face him. "I’m getting on a train and I am leaving here. I can’t take it anymore." She huffed, pushing past Angelus and made her way towards the door but was stopped when he dashed towards it and stood in front of it.

"You can’t leave…I won’t let you." He told her with slight desperation. "Why are you doing this?"

"I am going back to the Master. At least he treats me with respect and adores me…I can’t say the same for you." She snapped as she tried to push past him but he wouldn’t budge.

"You are not going! I won’t let you. The Master is a fool and let you go. He didn’t want you…I do!" He growled at her, his figure toppling over hers as he stood in front of his sire.

"THE MASTER DID NOT LET ME GO ANGELUS! He gave me a choice and I chose…now I regret it. All you want is Dru…not me…not anymore and I will not sit by and watch you play with her." She shouted at him, her face lit with fire and pain. She had had it. "Goodbye Angelus. I hope you burn in hell one of these days." She bit at him once more before roughly shoving him aside and ran out of the room and out of the mansion, towards the train station.

Angelus let out a feral howl as he pulled back his fist and punched a nearby wall, his hand going right through it.

~*~

Buffy jumped up as she heard a loud, menacing howl irrupt throughout their mansion. Her sweat was pouring down her body and mixed in with Spike’s fresh sheets. Her body was shaking with fright as the howl was followed by a loud crash and by a primal growl.

"Angelus," she whispered with slight trembling, pulling her legs closer towards her body and wrapped her arms around her knees.

"What’s wrong?" Spike asked her as he sat up in bed and looked at her with worry, running his hand down the length of her golden hair and then kissed her temple.

"Nothing…just…Angelus…he woke me up." She stammered, leaning her head on his shoulder and took in a deep sigh. "I am fine now. Don’t worry." She reassured him, sending her lover a sweet smile.

"All right, luv." He said as he lay back down and pulled her down with him, laying her head on his chest, stroking her hair. He then pulled her hair away from her neck and looked down at the now prominent scar that was on her throat. He couldn’t believe she let him…he had wanted to do it so bad for such a long time and she let him. He was hers… "Thank you…"

"For what?" She asked delicately, looking up at him with curious eyes.

"For letting me mark you…" He whispered, leaning forward and pressed a gentle kiss on her lips. "You don’t know how happy it made me."

"And thank you for letting me do the same." She praised, nodding towards the bite mark that danced on his jugular before scooting up closer to him on the bed, leaning her forehead against his. "I told you…I want you to be my mate…for as long as our existence is."

Spike cupped her cheek as a bright smile covered his lips. "Buffy…" He breathed before capturing her mouth with his in an intimate kiss, his arms encircling her waist as he pulled her form on top of his.

To be continued…

Part 22:

* Twilight *

Title ~ Drawing

Author ~ SunnyD

Disclaimer ~ Everyone and everything BTVS belongs to Joss Whedon…not to me. The extract from the song "Twilight" belongs to Vanessa Carlton.

Rating ~ PG~13

Summary ~ Takes placed about…25 years after Slaying pt. 2…now the gang of vampires are now living in Los Angeles. Just a short little chapter that is filled with some fluffy Spuffy! So have fun.

A/N ~ Thanks to all who have reviewed my story it has meant so much to me and I appreciate it…so very much! You have all been great! I really hope you all enjoy the chapter! Have fun!

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"You’re going to make me look fat." Buffy pouted, jutting out her bottom lip in a childish manner.

"No I won’t." Spike assured her, barely glancing up at his lover from his drawing pad. "Now lay back…" He told her firmly but in a gently tone, gesturing towards the bed with his pencil.

"Fine…" Buffy sighed as she fell back on to her four poster bed, letting its cool silk sheets satisfy her naked icy flesh. "But don’t make me look fat…" She whispered almost sleepily, lifting her head so that she could get a clear look of him.

A girlish smile appeared on her thin lips as she watched him busily sketch her form from his chair. A strand of his, now brown almost chocolate colored hair, fall down in front of his brow as his pencil swept across the large piece of paper. The strand of hair contrasting with the pale pigment of his skin and the high angle of cheekbones that she loved to kiss so much.

"You are so pretty!" The blonde vampiress chirped as she leaned back down on the bed, fanning her long golden hair on the pillow underneath her head, smiling with complete and utter happiness. She almost giggled when she saw his head shockingly snap up at her with wide eyes.

"I’m what?!" He gasped his dark blue eyes still wide like small saucers, stopping his drawing of her altogether.

"I said that you are pretty…!" She chirped once again, removing her self from the bed, despite the look of protest that Spike sent her and slowly made her way towards him, swing her hips along the way. "Come on…you know you are gorgeous." She told him, placing her hands on her bare torso, tilting her head to the side.

"Deviously handsome, yes." He said, placing his pad down on the floor and then looked up with a somewhat amused look on his face. "Pretty…no." He smirked at her, running his blue orbs up and down her whitened yet enticing form. "But you learn something everyday don’t you?"

"Yes…" Buffy smiled coyly as she closed the gap between them, straddling him by the waist and hooking her arms around his neck. "Now, about tomorrow night…"

"No, Buffy…" He groaned with frustration while she began to nuzzle the crook of his neck with her face. "We have gone through this for the past 15 years…you know us regular demons don’t go out on Halloween. It’s our night off."

Buffy let out a small whimper, removing her head away from his neck and stared him with a playful look in her eyes. "Yeah but you see…Buffy here, not a regular demon…well personality wise anyways…and you…not so regular yourself mister!" She told him firmly, nipping his bottom lip gently…almost persuasively. When he still had that annoyed look in his eyes, Buffy smiled wickedly as she smashed her lips possessively against his in a savage lip lock. When they finally did pull away though, Buffy almost laughed out loud when she saw the dazed and lust filled look in his eyes. "Well…?"

Spike shook his head, snapping his attention back to his vampire lover and groaned with defeat. Damn her and her sweet lips, he though angrily. "All right…we will go out!" He huffed as he wrapped his arms tightly around her body, bringing them closer.

"Oh thank you!" She giggled with happiness, tightening her grip around his neck while placing peppered kisses all over his face but she was stopped when his large hands cupped her face.

"Now listen, pet…we go out tonight, we are going to do it the Spike way…" he announced, placing a chaste kiss on her mouth.

"And what is the ‘Spike way’?" Buffy asked curiously, depositing more sweetened kisses on his face and neck.

"Well…pet…if you must know…the ‘Spike way’ is when you and I go out for a night on the town…you know feeding on humans, dancing, feeding on humans, going to the cinema, and feeding on the innocent humans. Oh and if we are lucky enough we can go get ourselves smashed." He chuckled deeply, closing his eyes as he felt her place slow kisses on the crook of his neck and along the scar that she gave him almost 25 years ago.

Sometimes, when she kissed him there, he could still feel the sensation of her marking him. The euphonious ecstasy he experienced as she drained him…his blood leaving his cold form while the enraged fires from all the chaos of the Boxer Rebellion danced around them, surrounding them.

"Mmmm…" Buffy murmured into the soft skin of his collarbone and sighed, "what more could a girl could ask for in a man?" she smiled, her hands playing with the collar of his black shirt.

After a while of playing with his shirt, Buffy finally looked up at him and couldn’t help but let a bright smile pass over her face. "So…how long until the sun sets?" She asked him coyly, running her hand up into his hair, playing with the short dark curls that lied there.

"Hmmm…let’s see…" He smirked as he drew his attention towards the Grandfather clock that rested against the wall, the seconds ticking idly away. "Well…let’s see…it is…about noon now, so…I guess that would be six hours or so…until…"

Before the vampire could finish his sentence, Buffy eagerly pushed their mouths together, trying to devour him in one mind-blowing kiss. The younger vampire of the two let out a satisfied groan as he felt her small hands reach for the buttons on his shirt.

It was weird…after so many years of being together…30 years to be exact…they seemed like two new lovers, their intense fire never extinguishing. They both loved it…drowning in it and did so willingly. There was just the factor of their sire’s that was the problem. The couple hated to hide…despised it really. Spike of course wanted to tell them and just leave the pair altogether and go out on their own…he wasn’t ever loyal to neither Dru nor Angelus so it didn’t matter what they thought about it. But Buffy…she was different…she didn’t want to say anything, didn’t want to risk what might happen to them. She couldn’t do it. So to avoid an argument, the vampire couple decided just not to discuss it at all…for the better.

Spike knew that eventually they would find out…and it wouldn’t be pretty when it happened. But for now…he wouldn’t worry about it because all that mattered was Buffy and all he wanted was for to be happy.

To be continued

Part 23:

* Twilight *

Title ~ Wooing

Author ~ SunnyD

Disclaimer ~ You know the drill…everything BTVS belongs to Joss and not to me while the extract from the song "Twilight" belongs to Vanessa Carlton!

Rating ~ PG~13

Summary ~ Takes place right after the last chapter, "Drawing"…The vampire couple takes a night out on the town!

A/N ~ Thanks to everyone for the sweet reviews! Such a self-esteem booster for me, really! Sorry for such a long wait, been kind have busy this weekend you know? Took the blasted SAT on Saturday…ugh, that was very unfriendly. Anyways…there’s a new chapter now and I hope you like it!

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~ Vanessa Carlton ~

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Excitement…she believed that would be correct term she would use for what she was feeling at this exact moment. She couldn’t even imagine how long she and her beloved had been together…it didn’t even feel like 30 years…had it been that long? She didn’t keep track really…

The vampiress even marveled of how neither Angelus or Dru had yet to find out about their secret relationship. It had only taken Darla less than a year to discover their courtship and amazingly…her sire and her ‘sister’ hadn’t after 30 years. She guessed that they were just too wrapped up in themselves to even notice their other companions.

There were no group huntings anymore…not after Darla left. Angelus and Dru did just whatever they please. Sometimes when they would go out hunting, they wouldn’t come back for days or even a week later. That’s when the blonde vampiress and her lover enjoyed their time most. They could spend every waking minute together, do anything they wanted to. It was just luxurious and eternal. But sometimes there would be the moments when her lover would remind her that it could always be like that if they just left her sire and went off on their own. After that came up, there was always some type of spat; it was always short lived though.

It didn’t matter now, Dru and Angelus had gone off on one of their little excursions just last night and Buffy knew that they wouldn’t be back anytime soon. It was most definite. So the large city was theirs for the taking. It was all Hallows Eve and no demons would be out for the night, which meant that there would be a lovely feast and that it would just be a wonderful night overall.

Letting out a lighthearted sigh, the blonde vampiress walked over to her fairly large closet and threw open the large wooden oak doors. Immediately, without even scanning or even thinking over her dress options, she plucked out a short black dress and held it in front of her body.

"Perfect." She giggled like a young schoolgirl as she peeled off her clothes and slipped the silky fabric over her body, letting her chest length hair pool down her shoulders. She ran her hands delicately down the thick curls of her tresses, loving the way they fit between her fingers and especially loved the way her lover’s digits ran through it. Letting out a stifled laugh, the blonde vampiress walked quickly over towards her large bed and retrieved her black shoes and zealously pulled them on.

"Little bit too risqué for the 1920’s eh, pet?" A cool male voice purred from the vampiress’s doorway, a proud smirk on his lips and an appreciative look embedded in his eyes.

Buffy let a coy grin cover her now blood red lips as she turned to face her sweet lover. He was dressed in his usual dark attire with a dark green button up shirt and black pants. "Well, you know…I am just ahead of my time." She told him, walking seductively over towards him. Letting the movement of her dress entrance him. "You like?" She rumbled contently at him, finally closing the gap between them.

"Very much so." He whispered to her deeply, planting a soft kiss on her crimson mouth and then ran his hand down the length of her hair. "So much that we might never leave this house." He breathed into her hair, nuzzling the side of her face.

"We had better go then…want to actually go out tonight and have some fun." She chirped, grabbing his hand as they stormed out into the dark Los Angeles night.

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Buffy let out a primal snarl as she dropped the young man onto the cold, damp ground of the alley. "Delicious…" she purred with satisfaction, cleaning her bloodstained lips with her tongue and then looked down at the adolescent body she had just drained.

Watching with intrigued eyes as she slipped back into her human façade. He couldn’t have been more than 16 years of age. His eyes, which were once a swirling emerald color, were now almost black…looking blank. She had never really looked at any of her victims after she drained them but now for some reason she did. She didn’t feel guilt, she never did…didn’t have a soul so couldn’t feel guilt, simple as that. But, somehow by standing over her victim, watching the death ridden look on his now immobile face, she felt powerful…stealthy.

"You full now…?" Spike asked lovingly into her ear, wrapping his tight arms around her midsection, laying his head on her frail yet strong shoulder. "Feel like it." He rumbled contently into her ear, his hands rubbing against her abdomen while placing small nips against her jugular and along his mark on her throat. A soft purr sprang from his chest when he heard a pleasant mewl rise from the back of her throat.

"Yeah…I…am…" she whispered, almost out of breath as she felt her lover’s hands travel down to her hips and to her thighs, rubbing delicately. "We should…go…inside…" She breathed, slightly tugging at the dark curls she found in his hair.

A faint whimper escaped her mouth though when she felt Spike’s touch leave her snow-white skin that shimmered underneath her dress. "Come on now, luv…shows about to begin." He purred, taking her hand in his, leading her towards the side entrance of the cinema.

"We going to break in?" Buffy asked curiously, watching as her dark haired companion approached the red painted door, looking at speculatively.

After a few seconds of looking at the door, Spike finally turned to look at her with a devious and sly appearance set firmly on his features. "Yeah…expect anything else?" He leered at her appreciatively.

"Nope…and I like it that way!" She chimed, snaking her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a deep and longing lip lock.

Reluctantly, Spike pulled away from her lips and couldn’t help but smile at her; "we can always finish this inside." He grimaced, before turning back towards the door and kicked it hard, knocking the cold metal slab away from its hinges and to the sticky floor of the cinema.

"Brilliant." Buffy giggled as they both made their way inside the theater.

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The male vampire leaned forward in his seat as he watched the silent moving figures on the screen. He had become immediately intrigued with silent movies ever since they had come out in the early 1920’s. He had urged Buffy to go see one whenever they had the chance to be alone. She was hardly ever into them though; she only went because he wanted to. She would either sleep or urge him to…well…you know…but that was only if there was no one else in the theater like there was now. So, Spike wasn’t all too surprised when he felt small peppered kisses being planted along the crook of his neck.

"Already? It’s only five minutes into the movie?" He chuckled, throwing his arm over her shoulders and then placed a tender peck on the top of her head before taking in the scent of her silky hair. It smelled of vanilla…it always smelled like vanilla…she knew that he liked it.

"I think we have already seen this one." She announced, turning away from the pale skin of his throat and towards the black and white figures dancing on the screen.

The now chocolate colored haired vampire chuckled as he nuzzled the crown of her head with side of his face, letting out a kitten like purr. "Yeah we have…but you know how I am big Charlie Chaplin fan and all."

Buffy groaned as she dropped her head back on his shoulder and began to nibble lightly on the curve of his chin. "Yes I know…but really do we have to-?"

Spike whipped around in his seat to face his lover and immediately placed his finger over her lips. "Hey it is only fair that you come see this movie with me when you use to make me go see all those Rudolph Valentino movies. Can’t stand that poofter." He grumbled, turning around back in his seat to watch the screen.

Buffy giggled as she moved out of her seat and climbed into her companion’s lap, burying her face in the side of his neck while playing with the buttons on his shirt. "You only say that because I find him attractive and you get all jealous." She told him and almost laughed when she heard a deep growl come from his chest. Her blood red lips curved into a devious smirk, leaning forward to rest them on the outer rim of his ear. "I like you more though…" she whispered huskily into his inner ear, which sent deep shivers down his spine. "Much more."

Spike couldn’t help but grin as he and blonde vampiress pulled slightly away from one another, his hand cupping the nape of her neck. "You’d better." He chuckled, smashing her lips against his as they sunk to the floor of the Movie Theater.

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Buffy stumbled out of the theater’s side door as she tired to zip her dress back up. "Did you have to take the whole thing off?" She asked with slight frustration, trying to reach for the zipper once again but couldn’t get it in her grasp.

"You’re the one to talk!" A male voice huffed behind her, buttoning up his shirt while he walked out of the cinema. " You almost tore my shirt into thousands of bloody shreds." He complained, finally reaching the chilly conditions of the alley.

A nippy wind swept across the pair as Spike shut the door behind him. He sighed as he finished up the last button on his shirt before turning back to Buffy who was still trying to get her dress zipped back up but wasn’t having much luck. She let out a short gruff as she arched her back so that she could try to get better access but her attempt was for nothing. The brunette couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as he watched her efforts.

The blonde vampiress snapped her head over her shoulder when she heard him laugh and sent childish looking daggers at him with her eyes. "S’not funny." She snapped at him playfully while he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants, continuing to watch her with amused interest. "S’all your fault." She pouted, still trying her best to zip up her dress but still not doing so well.

"Whatever you say, luv." He humored her, all the while trying to contain his laughter as she bent her self backwards and tried to reach for it again. "All I am wondering is how you got it on before?"

Buffy immediately stopped her efforts as she stalked over to him and shoved him up against a nearby wall. "Shut up!" She snapped him lightly before smashing her lips up against his.

She let out a small moan when his hand traveled down to her thigh and brought it up so that it rested around his waist. And then smiled against his lips when his other hand rested on the small of her back, where her zipper was. Immediately, she pulled away from his lips and grasped the hand that was on her back. Easily, she moved his hand up with the zipper and smiled in triumph when her dress was now fully zipped.

"Thank you!" She chirped, pressing a light kiss on his lips before reluctantly pulling away from their bodily contact.

"You tricked me into helping you!" He growled slightly, and almost whimpered at the loss of her touch.

"Yes!" She chimed once more before, grabbing his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers together. "I am naughty like that." She whispered suggestively, waggling her eyebrows at him.

Spike let out a small snarl as Buffy tugged at his hand, leading him out of the alley. "Don’t tempt me like that."

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The blonde vampiress took in a deep breath as she and her mate entered the dimly lit club. The sensual music sang to her with severe intentions. She and Spike had been here before, not long after they had first came to Los Angeles. They had all intentions of finding an innocent victim in the club’s atmosphere but instead stayed for the night, dancing the night away.

The air around the pair was filled with cigar and cigarette smoke and it smelled of illegal booze. It felt somewhat dangerous to be in here but that’s why you loved it so much, like a sweet adrenaline was pulsating through your body and you wanted it never to end.

People turned their heads as the couple strolled slyly past them, through the throng of crowds that filled the fairly spacious room. The inhabitants turned to their partners and began to whisper to another as the vampire couple made their way towards a vacant booth that was tucked far away in a corner of the club. Spike had guessed that they could smell the death and blood on him and his female companion and that’s what caused them to shrink away.

He had a hard time concentrating on the potential meals of the night because right in front of him was…her…swaying her hips like there was tomorrow. They weren’t even on the dance floor and she was already captivated with the music, letting it move her. That smallish dress she was wearing showed off her pale skin and the curves of her petite body with appreciation. It was hard to keep himself from grabbing her and ravishing her like she had never been ravished before. It was…very hard.

As soon as she had sat down in the booth, she eagerly pulled him towards her by grabbing the collar of his shirt. His now dark blue orbs were focused mainly on her and the way she was looking at him. Her emerald eyes seemed like they were swirling like deep green waters and he was drowning in them.

"See something you like?" She asked him temptingly, running her leg roughly up against his under the table. Her hand reaching inside the collar of his shirt while her eyes did some wandering of their own. They finally rested on his lips. Oh wow…what wonders those lips had done to her in these past years. They could be so soft sometimes…so tender…but then there were those times, in the heat of passion, when…God!

"Come dance with me?" He asked, after a while of gazing at her, breaking their eye contact as he ran his hand down the length of her hair, watching his hand as his fingers intertwined with the curly golden tresses.

An impish smile approached the edges of her dangerous lips, "don’t have to ask me twice!" She breathed, taking his hand in hers once more as she led him out to the dance floor.

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"Give it to me." He asked her pleadingly, trying to snatch the bottle out of her hands but she quickly pulled away, walking deeper into the darkened cemetery.

"No!" She barked childishly, taking another deep swig of the wine bottle they had stolen from the club before leaving "Mine! You can’t have it!" She snapped at him with a slight giggle, leaning up against a nearby gravestone.

"Says who?" He asked hazily, sauntering over towards his drunken mate. She giggled once more as his body came awfully close to hers.

"Me!" She chirped, taking another swig before looking at him with lustful eyes. "Pretty William…my pretty William." She told him with a silly grin on her face.

Spike chuckled at her sluggishly, now snatching the bottle out of her hands and took his own mouthful before handing it back to her. "Not William, my love." He told her, placing a hand over where his heart would be. "I’m Spike."

Buffy let out a chortled laughter, throwing her arms around his neck, "still sweet and pretty." She mumbled against his chest. "But sometimes you can be quite devious."

He smirked at her, taking her chin in his fingers and forced their eyes to meet. "And you like me that way don’t you?"

"You bet." She grinned right back at him before shoving him to the ground. "I wanna play!" She muttered in an intoxicated matter.

When Spike had hit the ground he couldn’t help but fall into a pit of laughter. Not being able to control himself.

"What’s so funny?" She asked with a slight pout, resting her hands on her hips.

"I dunno." He continued to laugh but then immediately ceased altogether when he saw the look she was giving him. "Sorry."

"That’s okay," She said quietly, before straddling his chest. "Can we play now?" She asked like a small child, which brought a wide grin onto his face.

"Of course." He purred, as his hand snaked behind her neck and forced their lips together in a passionate embrace…

To be Continued…

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