By Vampirische Liebe

It was an overcast day and Spike had been able to go out to the Slayer’s house in broad daylight. He watched from over the road as the Slayer left and walked down the road. He followed, waiting for the perfect moment to kill her. He tried not to notice what nice legs she had or how her summer dress clung to her. He was here to stalk and kill.

Buffy met up with Willow on the way and they went straight to the School library. Neither girl noticed the figure sneak in with them and hide behind the row of books next to theirs.

Buffy dumped her bag on the table and turned to Willow, “Will, you’re not going to believe this and you’re the only one I can tell. I’m too mortified to tell Giles…”

“What is it, Buffy?”

“I’ve been having these dreams about Spike..”

Spike’s eyes narrowed at that and he listened intently.

“Spike?”

“Yes… and erm… they were kind of erotic..”

“Erotic? Oh! …What, hot sex erotic?”

Buffy blushed furiously and sat down, “Really erotic, Will. That’s why I can’t go to Giles about this. I think Spike’s making me have these dreams. Can you help me look up Vampire thrall?”

“Yes, of course. But I can only spare an hour.” Then she looked at Buffy, confused, “Why would he make you have erotic dreams about him?”

“To drive me mad, before he tries to kill me, I guess. I don’t know. All I do know is, I shouldn’t be having such dreams about Vampires. I shouldn’t even like Angel but I do and I’ve never dreamt about him. So why am I dreaming about Spike?”

“Well, Buffy, you know what they say about dreams? They’re either of something that has happened, what you want to happen, or what you’re afraid will happen.”

“I know my dreams normally come true, but, Will, he’s a disgusting evil thing… and, and not even good-looking in the slightest, especially with that… that stupid bleached hair! Having of the sex with him hasn’t happened, I don’t want it to happen and it’s certainly not going to happen!”

Hey! Then Spike smirked. My lady doth protest too much.

Willow looked at Buffy shyly, “Did you like what Spike did to you in the dreams though?”

Buffy blushed again, “Yes… erm… I did. But you can see why it’s a spell. I’ve only met the guy once and he promised to kill me. And I’m not even attracted to him..and I’d never let him do those things he did to me in the dreams.”

“What attracted you in the dream?”

“Er.. I found him menacing in a sexy way…it thrilled me that he might kill me at any moment.”

“Oh!”

Both embarrassed, the girls started to take books out and look up ‘Vampire thrall’.

Spike watched them in amusement. How intriguing! The Slayer had had the same dreams as him and it had flustered her just as much. He must admit he quite liked the way she had blushed at the memory of her dreams. Once the red-haired girl had gone, he was going to have fun teasing her, before he finally killed her.

Willow looked at her watch, “I’m sorry, Buffy, but I have to go. I haven’t found anything useful on thrall yet, but I promise I’ll have a look on the Net later, o.k.?”

Buffy looked up from her book, “O.k., Will. Thanks for helping.”

“What are you going to do about Spike?”

Buffy smiled, “Well, at least he doesn’t know about my dreams…or rather my nightmares about him, so I won’t let on that he’s affecting me. And I’ll just have to kill him, before he kills me.”

Willow nodded, “Well, good luck with the books.”

“Yeah, bye, Will.”

Willow left the library and Buffy stared blankly at the book in front of her. Oh, this was useless. She wasn’t going to find anything today. She went to a shelf and reached up to put the book back, when it dropped on the floor. Buffy bent down to pick it up and her eyes met a pair of black boots. She slowly stood up, her eyes seeing the black jeans and black leather Duster, before finally facing a smirking Spike. She gulped, “Sp..Sp..Spike!” She spluttered, before taking an involuntary step back. Way to go, Buffy. Very Slayerish!

Spike took a menacing step forward, “Slayer!” He drawled sexily sending shivers down her spine, “Heard a very interesting conversation between you and Red just now. Something about you having erotic dreams about lil’ old me.”

“You heard about… my dreams?” Buffy squeaked and blushed bright red.

Spike grinned. He was loving this. An embarrassed and incoherent Slayer… the warrior of the other night had gone.

“That’s right, Pet. Found me menacing, did you?”

He took another step forward and Buffy took one back.

“No… I…”

“Liar! You found the danger of two enemies shagging highly arousing, as did I.”

Buffy stared dumbly at him. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. His eyes were much bluer in life - mesmerising. And those cheekbones! She shook her head to clear it.

“What are you saying?”

“I had the dreams too, Slayer. Thought you’d put a spell on me, until I heard you saying a similar thing to Red.”

Buffy gulped and took another step backwards. Spike was just as menacing as in the dreams, only this time she was in a real situation. She felt all claustrophobic, and Spike made it worse by stepping closer still.

“The fountain…and the others?” She whispered huskily.

“That’s right, but I particularly liked the last one in your Principle’s office. Very naughty.”

Buffy took a final step backwards and found herself surrounded by bookshelves and up against a table. She looked up in defeat and Spike closed the final space between them.

Cool fingers touched her cheek, “The thing is, Pet, I came here to kill you and now I don’t know whether I want to shag you or kill you. Let’s find out, shall we?”

Spike pulled Buffy roughly up against him and kissed her hard. She struggled before kissing him back, giving in to the inevitability of it. Both were shocked to find it was even better than their dream.

“Taste like bloody honey,” Spike muttered, as he plundered her mouth with his tongue.

“So hard and cool,” mumbled Buffy as she felt his muscular arms. She moaned in pleasure, as he pulled the straps of her dress down and caressed her skin. Soon her breasts were exposed to his eager eyes and hands. He pinched her nipples hard, making her gasp with pleasure/pain. Then his cool mouth fastened on one and he nibbled and sucked the peak, before lavishing attention on the second one.

Meanwhile, Buffy had pulled Spike’s Duster off and ripped his t-shirt open. Her warm hands caressed his cool chest and Spike pulled her closer to him. Slayer & Vampire kissed and caressed until at last Spike lay Buffy back on the table. He lifted the skirt to her dress and pulled her panties off, before plunging a cool finger deep into her.

Buffy cried out in surprise and pleasure,

“So cool…and wicked.”

Spike wriggled his finger around enjoying the effect he was having on the Slayer, “You feel bloody fantastic. So wet, hot and tight. Are you a virgin like in my dream, Slayer?”

Buffy nodded shyly.

“We’d better take this slow then,” he said.

He gently spread her legs wider and slowly inserted his cock. Buffy felt the sight pain as he broke her hymen and then her muscles adjusted to his size. She was to wonder later how someone so dangerous could be so caring.

Spike waited before he started to thrust, to allow Buffy more time to get used to him. Then he slowly gathered speed and depth with each thrust.

“You’re searing hot, Pet. Who’d have thought such heaven could be found between the Slayer’s silken thighs?”

Buffy knew she should punch him for that comment, but she was so turned on. The feel of his cock inside her was indescribably wonderful and she felt a kind of pressure building up inside her. The pressure built & built, until at last Spike bit down into her neck and his cock spasmed. At the same time Buffy felt the pure ecstasy of his fangs in her and a release of pressure. Wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her and her muscles spasmed around his cock.

Spike drank in the sweet nectar of the Slayer’s blood and came again. Never in a hundred years had it been like this. And it scared the shit out of him. He removed his fangs and looked down at the tiny Slayer. What had she done to him?

Buffy stared back. Reality hit her like a sledgehammer. Giles would never forgive her for this if he found out, and nor would the others. She closed her eyes and re-opened them, just as Spike withdrew. She sat up and watched as he put his clothes on.

“I’ll see you Saturday, Slayer,” he said, finally.

“Why, what happens Saturday?”

Spike turned back to look at her, “Well, today I shagged you, Saturday I kill you!” He said determinedly and walked away.

“Not if I kill you first, Spike,” Buffy told the empty library. Then she began to straighten her clothes. Where the hell are my panties?

Outside, Spike felt the scrap of lace in his pocket and smiled.