Chapter 10

“G…do you have anything?” 

W was avidly watching the battle and keeping an eye on Master Bates as he stood off to one side, letting his agents wreak their havoc.  He was obviously waiting for reinforcements; his constant glances towards the tree cover revealed the direction help would come from.  

Buffy Summerpenny and Spike Blond were moving as one entity; it was glorious to watch and at a different time and place she’d be swept up in the beauty of their synchronised dance.  As Spike bent left, Buffy’s body mirrored his; as she moved forwards, he filled the gap behind her.  And they were both having fun, huge grins plastered on their faces. The sight of a grinning vampire and a panting and laughing blonde taunting and teasing their assailants was a revelation. 

‘It’s Fred and Ginger…only with punching!’  W tore her eyes away and knelt by G as he continued rifling through the bag.  “Here, W.  Hold these.”  He handed her an assortment of gadgets, their uses as yet unknown, himself drawing further items from the sack.  Satisfied with his harvest, he started to assemble a number of …well, she hoped they were weapons.   

W glanced back up as a shrill shriek of rage echoed through the clearing.  Buffy had Faith pinned to the floor, her small fists clenched in the brunette’s tresses.  Buffy was ripping at her hair – a classic girl fight, all teeth, nails and hair-pulling.  For her part, Faith bucked and lashed out as Buffy tried to subdue her -- with her slight weight, she wasn’t having much luck.  Maybe she needed to bulk up before she entered the tag-team wrestling ring again.   

Spike had his hands full with Kat; or wished he had, as the skin-tight pvc clad beauty slipped from his grasp and delivered a flurry of roundhouse kicks and punches.  He was stronger than her but she was the more agile, ducking below his deadly fists and circling round behind him.   

“Hurry, G,” W hissed.  “It looks like they’re pretty evenly matched – they need some back-up out there.  And where’s Harris got to?”  W hadn’t seen the one-eyed agent since he’d followed Buffy out of the trees.  She’d been so entranced watching the lovers’ reunion that she’d totally forgotten about him.   

“Don’t know, W, sorry.  Here…screw this onto the end of that…” G handed W more equipment.  W threw it to the floor. 

“G!  Focus.  We don’t have time to build a death ray…they need something now!” 

The quartermaster turned anxious eyes up to the redhead towering above him where he crouched, surrounded by oddments of equipment.  Suddenly, his face was split by a wide smile.   

“Good lord!  I’m such a duffer!”  He reached into the zipped pocket of his black combats and took out a silver pen.  In half a minute he had it taken apart and reassembled into what looked like a whistle with a quivering sprung attachment.   

“Nifty, G, very nifty…but what does it do?” 

“Well, it……….I mean it’s self-evident, isn’t it?” 

“Erm…there’s gonna be music?” 

“Watch…and cover your ears………really tightly.   Ready?” 

W nodded, her hands clamped tightly to the sides of her head.  She gaped incredulously as G stuffed his ears with leaves then raised the contraption to his mouth and blew hard, puffing his cheeks out.  She looked to the clearing and saw Buffy, Faith, and the hellcat stranger collapse to the ground mid blow.  The only combatants left standing were of demon origin.   

W gasped as her earlier question as to Harris’ whereabouts was answered – he crashed to the floor almost on top of Master Bates; he’d presumably been up in the tree canopy, watching and waiting to make his move. 

As G removed the whistle from his lips, W uncovered her ears.  “Buffy and Harris -- what have you done, G?” 

G looked at her quizzically, seeing her mouth move but not hearing a word she said. “What was that?”  He stopped, astonished. “I’ve gone deaf!” 

W rolled her eyes; these genius types had absolutely no common sense.  She pointed at his ears but G just nodded, dumbly.  With a sigh of impatience she yanked the leaves out of his ears. 

“Stop buggering about, G, and help them.  WHAT DID YOU DO?” 

“OW!  No need to shout, W.”  He wiggled his fingers in his ears.  “It’s only temporary, an interesting modification on the vampire thing I tested out on Blond a few months back.  Just leaves humans incapacitated, vampires are impervious.” 

The redhead warily eyed the scene in the clearing.  The two vampires were frozen in a tableau of surprise; Spike Blond still crouched in fighting position and Master Bates, mouth agape, staring at the downed figures of his pet assassins.  Suddenly, Blond was a blur of motion, stepping over the humans at his feet and launching himself at the animal who’d killed his sister.  Fuelled by decades of repressed fury, he was a whirlwind of fists and fangs, laying into Angelus with inhuman strength and speed. 

The taller, darker, vampire retaliated as best he could but he was no real match for the incensed Spike Blond.   

“You bastard!  Killing my sister not enough for you?  You have to take Buffy too?  I’ll rip your fucking throat out!” 

Angelus cast off his Master Bates persona and reverted to the vicious killer who delighted in pain and cruelty.  Gone was the camp concern for the white fluffy cat, which had once again found itself hurled into the undergrowth, as Angelus fought back.   

“This is the best time I’ve had in years, my boy!” the darker vamp gasped out as the two of them tussled.  “There’s never been anyone can get my blood pumping like you can.  It’ll be an honour to spread your dust in the wind…William!” 

“In your dreams -- you pathetic wanker.” 

W could hardly discern where one figure stopped and the other started, as they were both clad in black and moving faster than her eye could follow.  The only way she could track 00666 was by the stark white of his hair. 

She heard a crackle and then voices; must be Master Bates’ communicator. 

“G!  The radio – do something!  If reinforcements are coming we have to get our people out of there.” 

G quickly dismantled the whistle device and rearranged the components before putting it back together.  He blew again……… 

Buffy, the two assassins and Harris woke, shaking their heads to clear them; unfortunately, Spike Blond had slumped to the ground – still tangled in combat with an unconscious Master Bates.   

The redhead turned to G, exasperation in her voice, “What the hell have you done now?” 

“Sorry, sorry – but I didn’t have time to fiddle with it.  At least we’ve got Harris and Summerpenny up.   

“Yes, but we’ve also got those two …fiends up – and Blond’s down!” 

G shrugged.  “Two out of three ain’t bad” he grinned at her. W rolled her eyes. 

“Yes…well, quite…I’ll erm…take another look what I’ve got then…” 

“No time, G!  We need to get out of here before the cavalry arrive.” 

So saying, the slight figure of his boss ran full pelt into the clearing, trusting him to follow.  With a sigh, he pushed his spectacles back up the bridge of his nose and pounded after her. 

Buffy realised she was lying pinned beneath the equally dazed Faith Layer.  Scooting backwards, she jumped to her feet – her face paling when she saw the still form of her lover across the clearing. 

“William!” she screamed, before her voice was stifled when a pvc-gloved hand clamped over her mouth. 

“Tut, tut!  No calling for the help – don’t you know you have to be tagged before you can get in the ring?” 

Faith rose to her feet in front of her, an evil smirk on her face.  “Hi, Kat, you all rested?” she drawled.   

“Mmmm, honey.  Fit and raring to go……behind you…” 

Faith spun round, fists at the ready and zipping out a leg to kick the approaching Harris in the chest.  He backed away winded, but quickly regrouped and assuming a martial arts stance, beckoned Faith to approach him. 

“Man!  Have all you losers been watching The Matrix?” she chuckled.  “Just ‘cos you think you’re Neo, don’t mean you’ve got the moves.” 

Kat giggled in Buffy’s ear, her hand relaxing slightly where she gripped her shoulder.  Buffy took the opportunity to dig a sharp elbow into Kat’s stomach, followed up with a backward headbutt into her nose.  Kat’s outraged cry rang through the clearing as she released her hold on the blonde. 

“Bitch!  Watch the nose!”  Kat had her hands up to her swollen face, the black gloves dripping blood.   “Hey – bull’s-eye!” said Buffy as she rushed to finish the job.  Kat snarled when a fist connected with the side of her head, then Buffy lost her footing as the raven-haired banshee brought her leg round to sweep her off her feet.  She stumbled but recovered her balance, aiming a karate-chop at the assassin’s neck.  Soon the two girls were trading blow for blow, well matched in strength and speed. 

Harris and Faith were also involved in a desperate fight, Harris unable to use his extra height and weight to overpower the girl due to her speed and agility.  None of the combatants had an advantage; it would be just a matter of time.  Stamina would decide the outcome. 

Noting that Summerpenny and Harris appeared to be holding their own, W raced straight to Blond’s side, struggling to drag him from under the dead weight of Master Bates -- it was harder to move a dead body than she’d thought.  G soon reached her and grabbed hold of Blond’s legs; she flashed a grateful look at him then renewed her efforts.  Eventually, they managed to get Blond slung between them, W at his head and G at his feet.  The radio continued to crackle and they heard a voice announcing that the reinforcements would be arriving in about three minutes.  Time to move. 

“Summerpenny!  Harris!” W shouted.  “Time to move out – take them down!” 

Seeing her lover being manhandled by her colleagues gave Buffy the impetus she needed to overthrow the crazed woman clawing at her with shiny gloves.  She lashed up with her elbow to connect with the already broken nose, and Kat shrieked in pain.  Taking the advantage, she ended it with kick to the head, her foot connecting with a dull thud.  Kat Fellator crumpled to the ground. 

“Hah!  Nobody messes with my boyfriend!”  Buffy snarled as she stood over the downed bad girl.  With a toss of her blonde hair, Buffy marched over to where Harris was wrestling with Faith Layer.  She tapped the rogue agent on her shoulder to grab her attention.  Seeing her standing there, Harris smirked and indicated with his eyebrow that the woman presently strangling him should look behind her. 

Faith turned her head – straight into Buffy’s waiting fist.  Next thing, she was flat out, head swimming, trying to get up.  “Stay down!” Buffy snarled, “And don’t even look in William’s direction again.” 

Harris grinned as he hugged Buffy to him briefly.  “You heard her, Layer.  Sorry to run out on you like this – but we have plans.  Pity we couldn’t become better acquainted, I kinda like my chicks a little dippy.”  Faith lunged at him, teeth bared and eyes wild.  Buffy’s kick to her stomach forced her to curl up, fighting for breath. 

“Summerpenny?  Remind me not to piss you off!” Harris laughed at her as they left the downed women and followed after W and G, Blond’s unconscious body slung between them.   

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They made it to the coast, Harris replacing W at Blond’s head.  It was now dark, but of course G had a flashlight to show the path through the trees.  As they reached the beach, he pulled out his communications device and turned the dial.  The dinghy they’d arrived in shimmered into view, as if by magic.  Despite the fact they knew it was there, Buffy and Xander still gasped as it materialised.   

“What?  It’s all done with mirrors and such, you know.  There’s nothing magical about it; just physics.  You see, the refraction of the light…the angle of incidence…” 

“Yes, G.  Later maybe – perhaps when we’re not being pursued by a psycho master criminal and his underlings?” 

“Sorry, W, completely forgot.  You know how I get.” 

The snort of laughter from W was so untypical of her usually stoic behaviour that Harris and Summerpenny exchanged an amused glance.  Buffy’s attention was soon taken up however by the stirring of her lover.  She dropped to her knees at his side, covering his face with kisses as he blinked sky blue eyes at her.     

Coming to his senses, he threw his arms around the warm and wriggling form of Buffy who had somehow squirmed her way to lay across him on the ground.  He returned her kisses hungrily, and whilst his mind might be dozing, his groin was on red alert.  God, this woman bypassed every zone in his body and headed straight for the launch pad! 

“Righty-ho everybody; we’ll prepare the dinghy.  We need to be away from the shore for the signal beacon to work.  I just hope that Jenkins is awake and not too far away in the jet.  And, W, can you work on a cover story for the jet’s absence?  I’m stumped.” 

W nodded and grabbed the equipment that had been hidden in the undergrowth.  Harris was tugging the dinghy into the shallow waters, G pushing to get it afloat.  Buffy was still wrapped around her vampire, reluctant to let go after the enforced absence.  She paused in her kisses, moving slightly away from him so that she could get a good look at his face.  Her small hands ran through his hair and cupped his sculpted cheekbones as she gazed like a love struck schoolgirl into his bottomless eyes.  Spike Blond raised his scarred eyebrow, wiggling it suggestively.  “Still like what you see, pet?”  He thrust his hips forwards to add an extra dimension to his question. 

Buffy’s face split in a grin of pure delight.  “Honey, I have never looked on anything that I liked more.  And that groin thing you’re doing…maybe you’d better cool your tool, because you’re gonna need all your strength as soon as I get you alone.”  She quirked her eyebrow to match his. 

The challenge laid and accepted, Spike gripped her to him fiercely, sitting up and wrapping his arms around her to hold her flush to his chest.  He was aching everywhere from his fight with the hellcats and Angelus and no doubt Buffy was similarly afflicted, but it didn’t matter as long as they were holding each other.  He whispered in her ear, his breath moving her hair and sending tingles down her spine, “Miss Summerpenny – you’ll find I have the stamina of an Energizer bunny when it comes to you…and trust me………I will……come ……to you…in you…for you.”  He bit down sharply on her earlobe as he pulled her to her feet. 

Buffy gasped against his mouth as he crushed her lips in a bruising kiss, taking her reply away with her breath.  The press of his rock hard erection against her belly promised delights aplenty and fuelled her need to get him horizontal on a soft bed as soon as possible.   

Seeing that the craft was now bobbing on the water and that W was gesturing to them frantically, the reunited lovers ran, hand in hand, through the shallow waves and clambered into the dinghy.   G started the outboard motor and the quintet stared back to shore as they drew away from the supposed paradise island.  There was a collective sigh of relief as it faded over the horizon. 

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Master Bates was incandescent with rage.  He’d come to just as his troops entered the clearing to see Faith doubled up in agony and Kat out cold.  He snarled at the total absence of William the Bloody.   

“Faith, my love” he growled, “where is Mr. Blond?” 

“Master Bates…he...he’s gone…he had assistance…Summerpenny and another agent.” 

Her master howled his frustration to the moon.  The noise finally roused the unconscious Kat, who sat up in confusion. 

“What the fuck…?” 

“My sentiments exactly, Miss Fellator.  I believe the two of you have some explaining to do.” 

Kat and Faith locked gazes.  This was going to be a tough situation to work to their advantage.  It would need all of their skills… all of them.  By unspoken agreement the two girls turned dazzling smiles on the brooding vampire, both rising to their feet and sashaying over to his side.  Faith was struggling, holding her ribs and stomach but trying to act unhurt.   

“Faith, get those wounds seen to.  I don’t want you groaning and passing out on me when we have our little chat.”  

Faith chilled at his words.   He could load any innocent phrase with such menace that it made her blood run cold.  Chat?  Gulp.  She nodded and scurried off to return to base to do his bidding. 

“Miss Fellator.  With me – now!” he barked out, setting off between the trees at a blistering pace.  Kat followed him, wincing as she noted the numerous aches giving notice of the pain to come.  It would be nothing compared to the pain she was about to endure at the hands of Angelus. 

Within minutes they’d reached an empty shack at the edge of the clearing.  It was not in current use and had fallen into disrepair.  Master Bates ripped open the door; “Inside” he ordered, expecting his order to be obeyed without question.  Kat didn’t disappoint, ducking through the low doorway to stand inside.  She wasn’t afraid of much - was usually the giver of nightmares, not the receiver – but Angelus in a rage was something else.  Kat knew she’d be leaving this hut bloody and battered, if she left it at all.  She jumped as the door was slammed back into the jamb, the broken windows rattling with the force.  In an instant, she was pinned up against the wall, the vampire a blur as he shot across the room. 

“Miss Fellator…I’m feeling pissed…I don’t like feeling pissed; I’d like to feel something else, you understand me?” 

Kat nodded, her eyes wide and glazed with a mixture of fear and lust.  Most of her couplings were accompanied with pain; in fact it was the best way to turn her on.  It wouldn’t be the first time she’d relieved Master Bates of his frustrations, but it was the first time he’d been this enraged.  She liked it.  She’d expected a beating; a fucking was a bonus. 

She gasped with pleasure as he ripped out the front of her bodysuit, baring her body to him.  His eyes flashed amber as he vamped out, moving swiftly to bite down on the soft flesh of her neck; Kat sighed in contentment as the sharp teeth ripped at her skin. 

“Master!” she breathed as his large, cold hands gripped her freed breasts roughly, twisting her nipples into twin peaks of pain.  

“And don’t you forget it.  On your knees…” 

Kat complied, the meaty hand pushing her head down towards his bulging crotch, giving her no room to refuse anyway.  She unzipped the fly, mouth curving into a smile as she surveyed the prize within.  She moistened her lips then moved forwards, her tongue caressing the engorged shaft, one hand cupping his ass and the other delving into his pants to cradle his balls.  Angelus growled as she sucked his entire length into her talented mouth, biting down slightly to graze her teeth along his hardness as she drew back.  He thrust into her mouth and seized her head to keep her in place, his fingers biting into the back of her skull and drawing blood as he struggled to control his demon. 

Kat gagged, unable to breathe as he forced himself deeper.  Relenting, he released his hold on her allowing her to gasp air into her struggling lungs.  With difficulty, he bent to grasp her chin, his erection getting in his way.  He withdrew and hauled Kat to her feet then turned her to face the wall.  The pvc suit was certainly flattering but it was in his way.  He ripped the remains of it off and she stood – naked – her legs spread wide as she leant her head against the wall of the hut, panting in anticipation. 

“I’m very disappointed with you, Miss Fellator. I relied on you to give me the head of Spike Blond………but I’ll settle for you giving me head.” 

So saying, he rammed his thick cock deep inside her sopping pussy, the force bumping her forehead against the wall, grazing her skin.  He gripped her hips with crushing fingers and leant forwards to sink his razor sharp fangs into the muscles of her shoulder; Kat cried out in pain and tried to buck away from him.   

Angelus was having none of it.  He reached a hand round to circle her neck, squeezing hard. 

“I’m not doing this to please you, Kat,” his thrusts increasing in intensity.  “In fact, none of this should be enjoyable to you.  You are here to pleasure me.  You got that?” 

Kat managed to choke out “Yes, Master.” 

“So… scream for me?” 

Angelus thrust her hard against the wall, his fangs ripping a large gash in her shoulder as he lifted his head.  The roughness of the surface gouged her tender breasts, her nipples bleeding as he continued to thrust with inhuman speed in and out of her slick passage.  Despite the pain, she felt her orgasm build to a crescendo and keened her pleasure as she came in a rush of contracting muscles around the large and throbbing vampire cock buried inside her.  As Angelus filled her with his come, her legs weakened and she slumped against the wall. 

The minions outside shifted their feet in embarrassment as they listened to the sounds from inside the derelict hut. It was obvious that Master Bates was taking pleasure in the assassin and causing her pain, and having been on the sharp end of her tongue and her whip on a number of occasions, most of them cheered him on. 

The final scream of anguish as Master Bates started taking bloody revenge on Kat Fellator echoed throughout the forest……… 

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“Yes, W…no, that’s fine…….okay, well, I’ll call you.  In a couple of days……you too.” 

Buffy replaced the receiver and sat down on the side of the bed.   

“Finally!  I thought I’d never get you to myself.” 

Spike Blond lay back, his hands cradling his head, his chest naked as it peeked from beneath the silk sheets.  “I promise I’m worth the wait, luv.” 

Buffy rolled her eyes.  “Ego much?” 

Spike cocked his eyebrow, his tongue rolling up behind his teeth as he smirked.  The soft breeze blew the flimsy curtains through the open French window leading out to the balcony.  The full moon outside flooded the room with soft light, the shadows picking out the stark lines of his chiselled features.  Buffy stood, walking to the bathroom, her naked body gleaming in the moonlight.   

“Buffy, luv,” he drawled, his voice liquid velvet. 

She stopped and glanced back over her shoulder, her breath hitching in her throat as she gazed on him spread out on the bed.  She had come so close to losing him; her heart lurched as she realised that her life would have ended with his.  In a sudden rush to be held by him she ran to his side, throwing herself across him and gripping him in a fierce embrace.  “I thought I was going to lose you…couldn’t…” She started to sob against his shoulder, little gasps of air disrupting the words she was trying to get out. 

“Hey…hey, kitten.  None of that, come on now…..we’re both here, we’re safe.  Buffy, look at me.”  He placed his finger under her chin, tilting her adorable face up to his.  Her eyes were wet and shining, tears running down her cheeks.  He kissed her, gently, licking at the salt on her lips. 

She smiled at him tremulously, fighting to keep a tight control on her emotions.   

“That’s my girl.   Don’t worry, Buffy.  Nobody is going to part us again, I promise you.  Ok, darlin’?”   

Buffy nodded, her sobs subsiding as she snuggled to his side and ran her hand slowly up and down the tautly muscled body.  As she calmed, she trailed her fingers lower, along the line of soft hair down his belly.  She grew bolder at William’s sigh of pleasure, dipping her hand beneath the sheet and letting her fingers tangle in the mass of curls at the base of his cock.  Her small hand gripped his shaft, the warmth of her fingers zinging through him and making him harden immediately. 

“Buffy…” he groaned, reaching to pull her towards him.  He captured her lips, sucking the lower one inside his mouth, his tongue swirling across it before sliding into her mouth.  “Mmmm” she moaned against him, pressing her breasts against his naked chest.   

Taking control, he flipped her to her back, nudging her knees apart so he could lie between her legs.  He scooted down the bed, kissing her breasts, her belly as he went.  He blew softly on her mound, delighting in the goosebumps that rose on her skin with the cool thrill of his breath.  She gasped at the sensations running through her. 

“William, please…” 

He looked up at her flushed face from where he was poised at the juncture of her thighs, deliberately holding her gaze as he dipped to trace the tip of his tongue along her moist cleft, feathery flicks over her swollen clit.  He sucked the nubbin hungrily into his mouth, delighting in the throbbing and the flood of her juices as she trembled beneath his lips.  Shifting himself to ease the pressure in his cock, he gripped Buffy’s pert bottom in his large hands, tilting her pelvis to bring her even closer.  She whimpered as he moved away from her, settling her back onto the bed that dipped as he crawled up her prone body.   

He snaked out his tongue to taste first one then the other nipple, teasing them to painful hardness before moving further up to settle his larger frame over hers.  Buffy languidly opened her eyes, the pupils dilated with the lust she felt for this creature, her vampire lover.  “I want you,” she whispered. 

William smiled in response, bending to lick along her neck from her shoulder to her earlobe.  She shivered as he blew cool air across the damp skin, her hands reaching to bring him closer.  Finally, she felt the tip of his cock as it begged entry to her moist depths and she opened her legs wider, eager to feel his length stretch her.  Green eyes met blue, love burning in its intensity as the two lovers rediscovered each other after their absence.   

“Oh William, I’ve missed you so much…all of you…let me see you…” She lightly brushed her fingers across his brow, begging him to bring forth his demon.  Noting the emotions in her eyes, he slowly allowed his features to melt to those of a vampire, the brow thickening and ridging, his eyes switching to amber and finally his fangs lengthening to a lethal point. 

“There you are!  My demon lover….” Buffy smiled as she reached to touch his teeth and lumpies.  “Bite me!” 

Spike Blond snarled, his need for this woman obliterating any self-control he had left. “You’re mine, Buffy,” he growled as in one move he sank his fangs into the mark he’d left when he claimed her and his cock inside her heat.   

“Always yours!” she gasped out, bucking her hips to meet his thrusts, gripping his head to stop him moving away from her neck. The feel of him drawing her blood into his mouth and setting a matching rhythm at their joined groin was sending her crazy and she arched her back as she hurtled over the edge into ecstasy, her muscles gripping his cock as it pulsed within her.  Seconds later, Spike lifted his fangs from her neck, her blood still speckling his lips as he roared her name, filling her with his milky come. At last they were complete, their connection soothed and satisfied.  

Spike dropped on top of her, his arms giving way as the effects of their lovemaking and his wounds caught up with him.  He panted needlessly, a human affectation that served to set him apart from most other vampires.   

“Hey, dead weight…wanna let me get some air here?  Need to breathe, remember?”  Buffy teased him, relaxing in the afterglow of orgasmic heaven.  Spike shifted to lie at her side, sighing with pleasure. 

“Have I told you how much I love you, Summerpenny?” he asked, half rising to prop his head on his hand.   

Buffy rolled to her side so she could drink in the vision of her lover lay out on the bed.  “Once or twice…but not in the last half hour or so, so feel free.”  She reached to clasp his hand in hers, delighting in the coolness of his skin against her warmer palm.   

This was how life was meant to be.  Every day should start and end this way; she’d found her soulmate and she wasn’t about to let him go.  The new puncture holes on her neck throbbed; Spike leant towards her, licking along the mark to help the healing with his saliva. 

Buffy closed her eyes in ecstasy, the feel of his tongue tingling along her flesh.   

“Better?” he questioned, his unfathomable blue eyes drawing her in.   

“Better” she replied, leaning in to kiss him softly.  “Never better.” 

“So…what’s next, luv?” he questioned as he lay back down on the pillow.  “Fancy a life in the field?” 

“I fancy a life with you, William…Spike.  So…marry me?” 

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Cut to: a marquee bathed in moonlight, shadowed figures dancing the night away…a rustle of fabric as a bride ducks out of the doorway closely followed by a groom dressed in stylish grey formal wear.  The groom grabs the fleeing bride by her hand, the large diamond sparkling in the light of the moon. 

Voiceover: “Mrs. Blond…I believe you promised to worship me with your body…I’d like to collect…” 

DOO-DOO-DOOOOOOO; DOO-DOO-DOOOOOOO; DOO-DO-DO-DOOOO-DO-DO-DO-DO-DO-TE-DO……… 

Feedback would be wonderful; hope you like the reunion proper; epilogue to follow – now I wonder what that could be…………

Epilogue

In the end, Joyce Summerpenny hadn’t wigged as much as Buffy was expecting. The news that her eldest daughter wasn’t PA to some highflier, as she’d always been led to believe, but was in fact involved in some top-secret spy thing, had almost sent her into shock.  No details of course, just enough to make her mom-genes swell with pride that her little girl was out saving the world.  Curious what makes a mother proud.  When Buffy topped that by ushering in a drop-dead gorgeous fiancé, she could only gape in dumbstruck awe.    

Anyhow, by the time she’d digested the revelations and planned the bragging-fest with Aunt Martha, the coup de gras of ‘hey mom, my future husband is in fact a vampire’ hardly ruffled a feather.  Naturally, William had completely won her over with his charm and manners before they’d revealed he wasn’t quite what he seemed.  Knowing oodles of trivia about primitive tribal art was a big plus in his dream son-in-law column and when he offered to show Joyce his own private collection of Chumash artefacts, she was putty in his hands.   

He was also a big hit with her sister, Dawn, who spent the entire first evening mooning after him with big doe-eyes.  Buffy soon made it perfectly plain that much as she agreed her fiancé was an extreme hottie, his hottie-bod was hers alone.  Not that Dawn would ever seriously step over that line but having a little sister, who was no longer that little, drooling over your man, really was funny for about five minutes.  William’s easy manner with her and the way he didn’t treat her like a kid but like a young lady soon soothed the teenager’s snit and he fast filled her vacant ‘big brother’ spot. 

Buffy was leaning against the door-jamb, a mug of her mom’s famous hot chocolate cradled in both hands as she sipped it slowly.  A delicious warmth crept over her as she gazed at the sight in front of her.  William was holding court, seated between her mom and sister on the deep cushioned couch.  He had the two women giggling and fawning over him, their laughter filling the house and making the atmosphere buzz with happiness.  She didn’t think she’d ever felt so content before.  Her lover regaled the two with tales of his deeds of daring-do, omitting the goriest bits of course, and they were oohing and aahing in all the right parts.   

William looked up as he felt Buffy’s eyes on him.  He raised his scarred eyebrow, giving her a Spike Blond smirk.  Buffy rolled her eyes; damn vampire had managed to seduce the entire Summerpenny family with his talented tongue.  Okay, maybe that was a gross image…  She snorted as she felt his amusement through the link.  He was loving this - who would’ve guessed the big bad craved family life? 

Talking of families, tomorrow William’s sister, Tara, would be arriving.  W had offered to escort her rather than her having to travel alone.  Come to think of it, W was spending an awful lot of time with the shy vampire.  Buffy made a mental note to ask about that… Tara certainly got all flustered and stammering whenever W’s name was mentioned.  Maybe she wanted to join the service and W was her hero.  Buffy would figure it out; she was a quick study. 

Harris was still dating the kooky agent from the Russian embassy – Anyanka Jenkinskovitch – and they were flying in on the morning of the wedding, two days from now.  G was making his own way, trying out some new gadget of his that he referred to mysteriously as “Wet Nelly”.  Of course he’d make it in time for the wedding…probably.   

It would be quite an intimate affair; Buffy didn’t have a large family and William being over 100 years old, his only living relative was Tara.  Well, sort of living.  It suited them, both of them delighting most in each other’s company with no distractions.  If it weren’t for the thought of her mom’s disappointment, Buffy would have eloped and had done with it.  As it was, it couldn’t be a church service for obvious – dusty – reasons, but would be held in the Summerpenny’s garden and officiated over by a court clerk.   

With a happy sigh, Buffy drained her mug and walked back to the kitchen to rinse it out.  Her tingling neck and raised hairs at her nape informed her when her lover crept up behind her.  She let him get near without turning, eyes closed in pleasure as he slipped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her shoulder. 

“Happy, gorgeous?” he whispered, his breath on her ear electrifying her senses.   

“Ecstatic…in fact, pinch me – I think I’m dreaming.” 

“It’s no dream, kitten; it doesn’t get any more real than this.”  He brushed a gentle kiss on the shell of her ear, and then dipped the tip of his wet tongue inside for good measure. Buffy shivered. 

“Don’t stop…” she murmured softly, bringing one hand up to caress the back of his head as he bent to continue his attentions, kissing and nibbling at her neck.  She thrust her ass back into his groin, his erection pressing into her as he matched her movement with his own. 

“Buffy,” he growled.  “Do I have to go the hotel on my own?  Don’t think I can sleep without you for two nights, baby.  Come with me, let’s just slip out now.” 

She was tempted, more than tempted.  But her mom had assumed she’d want to stay with the family and had already booked a single room for William at the best hotel in town.   With a sigh of regret, she twisted in his arms, gasping as he nudged her knees apart so that he could grind his cock against her. 

“Don’t,” she whispered, "You know I have to stay here, be her baby girl for a little while longer.” 

William lightly traced his fingers across her taut nipple, dipping his head to lick at his mark before sucking the scarred skin into his mouth.  Buffy felt the rush of moisture as her panties were soaked with evidence of her desire.  If he kept this up, she’d be too weak to resist; her body would hijack her brain and hold it to ransom until she caved.  Summoning what shreds of willpower were left, she pushed him away from her, panting as she did so and crossing her legs to try to ease the throb in her clit. 

William grinned at her, tongue curled behind his teeth, hands thrust into his black denims with his thumbs pointing at his more than obvious hard on.  “Summerpenny, something’s come up.  It could be huge – possibly even hazardous.”  

He began to stalk back towards her, swaggering.  Buffy squealed. 

“No, William!  I can’t…not here…and I can’t leave mom tonight.  You understand don’t you?” 

Realising that she meant business, William stopped his prowl, bottom lip thrust out in a delicious pout.  “But I want you, Buffy. I want you right now…and you want me.” 

“I know, honey, but we can’t.  Two days and it’s as much of us as we want, when we want…and nobody can stop us.  It’ll be all legal and binding.” 

“We’re already bound to each other, Buffy – the claim, remember?  I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me we are.  I already know it.” 

Buffy chuckled.  “Well, a bite mark isn’t enough for my mom to let you sleep in my bed, so just rein that critter in, cowboy.” she said as she pointed to his straining fly, “and we’ll give him his head in a couple of days.” 

As she realised the dual meaning of what she’d said, she clapped her hands over her mouth, red with embarrassment before collapsing in a heap of giggles.  William joined her, covering her in kisses, “Oooh…I feel like bit of a gallop, little spitfire!” 

Joyce and Dawn rushed to see what the shrieking was about, joining in the infectious laughter. 

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It was a night service, again for obvious flammability reasons.  William had asked W to stand as his Best Man - well, woman - and she was suave and sophisticated in a designer tux.  She winked at Tara as the shy beauty caught her eye.  The journey to the Summers’ house had been…eventful…as it transpired that Tara most definitely swung her way.  W blushed as she recalled the previous night.  William eyed the pair suspiciously as the redhead took her place at his side. 

Since her shiftless absentee father hadn’t even bothered to reply to the invitation, G was giving Buffy away.  He was puffed up with pride as he waited outside the bedroom.  Dawn was first to emerge, blushing and beautiful in her fitted gown of wine red satin.  Her hair was caught up in a chignon and set off with a single wine red rose and she carried a hand-tied posy of the same flowers. 

“She’ll be right out, Mr. G,” Dawn told him as she skipped down the stairs.  “Erm…it’s just…G…Dawn.” 

“Oh, right…whatever” she shouted back up to him. 

The sound of the door opening drew his attention.  He stared, open-mouthed, at the sight before him.  Buffy walked forwards, her face alight with a beaming smile.  Her dress had a tight-fitting bodice and long sleeves that tapered to the wrist; the skirt flared slightly at the hips and fell in graceful folds to rest on dainty satin-slippered feet.  The stiff, creamy taffeta set off the tone of her skin and hair perfectly.  Her long hair was intricately twisted on top of her head and dotted through with tiny cream rosebuds.  A small veil floated over the pearl buttons down the back of the dress.  She carried a posy of cream and red roses tied with taffeta ribbons that trailed down to her feet. 

“Oh Buffy!  You look…exquisite.” G smiled at her, removing his glasses for a quick polish whilst at the same time wiping a tear from his eyes. 

“Really?  Do you think William will like it?” 

“He’ll swoon.  Ready to get married, Miss Summerpenny?” 

“More than, G; more than ready.  Shall we?” 

Buffy took his arm and they set off down the stairs to face the throng of guests.  

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Mr. and Mrs. Blond swayed in time to the music, oblivious to the other people dancing alongside them under the moonlight. 

“Happy, Mrs. Blond? …or Mrs. the Bloody, Madame le Sanglant… take your pick.” 

Buffy chuckled into his shoulder, holding her new husband even closer.  “Mmmm, very... but not as happy as I’m going to be when I can get you alone in the honeymoon suite.  Do you think we can leave now?  Isn’t it late?” 

“Well, we have been married for all of 25 minutes, sweetheart, but maybe we’d better stay a bit longer – it’s traditional.” 

“Don’t wanna…” Buffy pouted.  “Want you... now.” 

William tilted her head up so that he could look into her eyes.  “You have me, Buffy; you’ve had me for a long time.”  He placed a gentle kiss on her lips, the kiss deepening as her arms snaked around his neck to pull him closer. They parted as they gradually became aware of a slow handclap around them.  The newlyweds laughed in embarrassment as their guests cheered them on. 

Suddenly the sound of beeping filled the garden as first one, then two, then more pagers went off.  Confusion abounded as guests scrambled in search of their pagers.   

Spike Blond looked at his bride, aching to touch her.  A wry smile played across his features as their eyes met.  Both held up their pagers. 

“Fancy a honeymoon in Prague, pet – courtesy of MI13?” 

Buffy grinned as she nodded.  This was her life now, the life of a super-spy.  Queen and country called.  All eyes turned heavenwards as the sound of a helicopter filled the air.  The MI13 operatives – G, W and Harris joined the newlyweds in the middle of the lawn – all excited at the prospect of a new mission. 

Buffy laid her hand on Spike’s arm, shouting to be heard above the thwack of the rotors.  “Just promise me we’ll do the proper honeymoon one day.  When there’s time.” 

Spike Blond kissed her soundly, nodding his assent.  “We have all the time in the world.” 

The helicopter took off, the guests waving as the agents disappeared from view, Spike and Buffy Blond dangling from the rope ladder swinging below.   

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Meanwhile back in the jungle, a fluffy white pussy peeked nervously from beneath undergrowth.  The feline’s normally sleek fur was gnarled and knotted after an overnight stay in the wilds of the island.  Making her way on padded feet she sniffed the air and eventually found the trail to take her back to a life of pampered and well-fed luxury.  The door to the inner sanctum was ajar, the smell of blood and sweat overwhelming.  The kitty sneaked in past the guards who didn’t even give her a second glance. 

Her master was entertaining himself by drawing patterns on the naked back of Faith Layer with a sharp knife.  Miss Layer was suspended by her manacled wrists, blood dripping to pool at her feet, head bowed in agony.  The vampire was enjoying meting out punishment to his second captive assassin, Kat Fellator having been dealt with earlier.  The plaintive meow of the cat stopped Master Bates as he was signing his name with the sharp tip.   He dropped the knife and stooped to sweep up the haughty cat. 

“There you are, Miss Pussy!  Now what have you been up to?”  The large hands picked at the leaves and twigs marring the fur, tutting and murmuring soft baby sounds at the wriggling creature.  Faith Layer turned to see the unlikely sight, her eyes heavy and marred with pain and lack of sleep.   

Still, she managed to raise a smile as the cat sank its needle-like teeth into the hand that fed it, and the vampire’s anguished scream echoed throughout the building…… 

FINIS 

So, there it is.  Hope you liked it.  Look out for Spike and Buffy Blond in their continuing adventures…………coming next Mr. Kiss Kiss Gang Bang……………