Thrill of the Hunt

By Vampirische Liebe

Spike snatched the Gem of Amara off Harmony and left with the words, “I think I’ll go play outside.”

He couldn’t believe that he would finally be able to go out in the sun again, and just because he wore this ring. God, he had plans! That stupid tart Harmony wouldn’t have a clue what to do with something as powerful as this. She’d likely go daytime shopping in bloody France. Well, she wouldn’t be going to her precious France now. Spike smirked. He was well rid of her along with the clinging and whining. And just as well. He was going after the Slayer once and for all and he didn’t want Harmony cocking it up for him, especially when he had the advantage. The Slayer had no idea he was back here in Sunnyhell and he could go out at all times of the day or night.

Spike sang the Sex Pistols to himself. He hadn’t been on a good hunt for years. Food was only too easy to find these days and nobody noticed people going missing, or didn’t care. Oh, the thrill of the hunt, he remembered fondly. Sometimes, he had hunted separately to Dru. He would stalk his prey for days, learning facts about them, before striking in the heart of their home. The sheer thrill of passing so close to them, eating next to them in restaurants while they didn’t have a clue that they would soon be dead! It had added so much more to the actual kill. He had loved to see their shocked, then terrified faces, before he bit down into their necks. And sometimes he would torment them first by telling them something personal about their life and he would watch in delight as they realized he knew all about them. The Slayer was in for a special treat. Spike still owed her for Dru leaving him.

Spike appeared above ground and squinted in the bright sun. It took a while for his eyes to adjust, but when they did he looked around him.

“Well, isn’t this neat?” He said to himself, “Look at all the totty.”

The man in him appreciated the scantily clad women enjoying the warm weather. But he had things to do and mustn’t be distracted. He had to change his appearance slightly and enrol as a student.

***

Fighting back the tears after her talk with Parker, Buffy went to her room and lay down on the bed. She curled into a ball and wallowed in her sorrow. What was wrong with her? Why did guys only want one night with her?

The door opened quietly and Willow came in,

“Buffy? Are you okay? I heard about your talk with Parker…”

Buffy sniffed, “Why me, Willow? What do I do wrong?”

Willow came and sat on the bed and patted Buffy on the shoulder.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. He’s just a poophead. He let you believe it was something more to seduce you. He’s not worth your tears, Buffy.”

“I know, but I can’t help it. Am I destined to be one night stand girl? Hey, she can save a School and kill Vampires for you, but you only want to sleep with her the once.”

“Don’t Buffy,” Willow said softly, “Please don’t let him do this to you. There are good ones out there.”

“But they don’t seem to find me.”

“Oz found me and an Oz will find you.”

Buffy looked strangely at Willow.

“Okay. I didn’t mean that to…er…sound as weird as it did.”

Buffy sat up and forced a smile,

“No, I did get what you meant, Will and thanks for trying to comfort me.”

“Do you want me to cancel my date with Oz and we’ll have a girlie night in?”

“Would you mind?”

“Not at all.”

***

Spike now wore blue denim, a black polo neck sweater and a baseball cap over his bleached hair. It wasn’t the perfect disguise, but the Slayer wasn’t expecting to see him and Spike was an expert at blending into crowds.

He was currently in some scruffy student’s room on the computer. The room’s former occupant lay on the floor, drained dry. Spike had pumped the kid for information on the Slayer, learning about her latest love and their split. Apparently, this ‘Parker’ had used the girl and the kid had then fancied his chances. Spike had had to kill him at that point. What was it with the Slayer and men mooning over her? Still, Parker sounded like a nasty bit of work, and normally Spike would like him, but he was doing Spike’s job for him and only Spike could hurt the Slayer.

He concentrated on the screen in front of him. Ah, here we go. Buffy Summers, room 214, Stevenson Hall. Maybe he should get a room on her floor? It was risky, but then that was all part of the fun. Spike grinned and was about to turn off the computer, when out of interest he looked up Parker’s room. He was going to pay him a little visit, after he’d got rid of the kid’s body.

***

Buffy forced herself to go to lectures the next day and quietly sat down next to Willow. Willow immediately turned to her.

“Buffy, you’ll never guess what happened to Parker?”

“What?”

“Some guy beat him up pretty bad. I mean like total fisticuffs….black eyes and everything!”

“Oh,” was all Buffy could say. She didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Do they know who did it?”

“Nope, but everyone reckons he tried it on with some guy’s girlfriend and the guy went after him.”

Further conversation was stopped by the arrival of the lecturer.

From his vantage point higher up in the lecture hall, Spike stared at the Slayer. She wore her hair piled up today, which meant he could stare at her soft neck. He found himself fantasizing about how smooth and warm her skin would feel, before he broke it with his fangs and drank deep from her.

Buffy’s neck tingled and she turned to look behind her. She scanned the students, but no one stood out, so she turned back. Weird. She could have sworn her senses were telling her a Vamp was present. Maybe she was over reacting about the whole Parker situation and it was affecting her in other ways.

Spike had slumped down in his seat and pulled his baseball cap low over his eyes, just as the Slayer had turned round. Won’t catch me that easily, Pet. I’m not ready for you to see me yet. But rest assured when I do, we’ll have ourselves our own private audience.

***

Spike let himself into the Slayer’s room. He knew from her timetable that she and Red had lectures right now, so he had ample time to snoop. He had to smile when amongst all her girly clothes in the wardrobe; he found her bag of stakes and weapons. She was so different from the other Slayers, especially the two he’d killed. Oh, they’d had cunning and the same mouthiness, but none had her carefree attitude or wit. They certainly wouldn’t have simply stuck their weapons in a closet, where others could easily find them. It was a shame he was going to kill her really. Well, almost.

Spike went through most of her things, noticing that the Slayer had a large music collection, but wasn’t big on the books. Bloody figures, he thought. Only Slayer to thwart my every move and she’s no Einstein. On the other hand, she wasn’t stupid, he reluctantly admitted.

Spike became distracted when he opened Buffy’s knicker drawer. He couldn’t help himself and picked up a bit of frilly lace. Cor, there’s nothing to them. She might as well not wear any. That conjured up an image of a naked Slayer and Spike found himself sniffing the pair of knickers. They were clean, but he could still smell Slayer musk on them. He grew hard and dropped them in shock. What the hell? He slammed the drawer shut and looked elsewhere around the room, determined to take his mind off being aroused over the Slayer.

Spike opened the drawer by Buffy’s bed and found her diary. Ah, hah. This was more like it. He opened the diary and started reading. It told of her slayings and lots of boring stuff about the Scoobies. It also mentioned Peaches and how in love with him she was. Oh, give me a bucket, Spike thought in disgust. Then a passage about himself caught his eye and he smirked. Dangerous am I, Pet? Yeah, you better believe it. But he was disappointed to see she hadn’t written anything else on him. Instead, there was more boring drivel until she’d met Parker. She wrote how much she liked him and she’d enjoyed sleeping with him. He’d been better than Angel. Well, that isn’t hard, Spike laughed to himself. Then Parker had cruelly ditched her…blah,blah, blah.

Spike rolled his eyes. For a hardened warrior, the Slayer sure was crap at picking men. She’d let this Parker give her some old fanny, take a poke and then leave her. Spike was glad he’d beaten the boy up. Not only was it a nice spot of violence after feeding, but also the boy had needed a lesson. He’d done a far better job of hurting the Slayer than Spike had to date and Spike couldn’t have that.

Spike put the diary back and left the room, as he’d found it.

***

The next day Spike saw Buffy carrying a pile of books across the green on the way to her dormitory. She wasn’t looking where she was going and he couldn’t resist stepping into her path so that she would collide with him. He was confident that she wouldn’t recognize him, as he had shades over his eyes and the cap covering his hair.

Buffy suddenly walked into a wall of hard muscle, dropped her books everywhere and found herself falling. She landed on the unlucky guy she’d walked into.

“Oh, my God….I’m so sorry,” she said and looked down at her victim. She found herself very near to the most kissable pair of male lips she’d ever seen and the most amazing cheekbones. Buffy idly wished she could see his eyes, but then realized she was staring and her hands were almost caressing his chest. She scrambled up.

“I…I wasn’t looking where I was going, “ she babbled and held out a hand to help him up.

Spike grabbed her warm hand in his and let himself be helped up, “I wasn’t looking where I was going either,” he said in a fake American accent.

Buffy let go of his hand, “So cool,” she mumbled and felt her spider senses tingle.

Spike shrugged, “You noticed, huh? I’ve got bad circulation. Anyone would think I was the undead the way people react sometimes.”

Buffy laughed nervously, “The undead, huh? Go figure!”

She inwardly told her senses to stop tingling. There was no way this guy could be a Vamp. He was standing in the bright sunshine for one thing.

Spike held out his hand again, “I’m Josh, by the way. I live in Stevenson.”

Buffy shook his hand, “Hey, me too….erm live in Stevenson that is. I’m Buffy Summers.”

“Well, Buffy Summers, can I help you get your books back safely, before you take anyone else down?”

“Please. I don’t know why I took so many out. I’ll never read them all. Me & books are non-mixy things, but I wanted to prepare for Professor Walsh’s lesson.”

Spike bit back a laugh as he helped the Slayer pick up her books. She didn’t have a clue, the stupid bint. It was almost tempting to kill her now, but he wanted the hunt to last a bit longer. He took most of her books and walked with her to her room. He determinedly ignored how nice she’d felt lying on top of him, with her body heat seeping through his clothes.

***

Buffy walked into her room to find Willow eyeing her with raised eyebrows, “And who was that hunky morsel of salty goodness that I saw you with just now?”

Buffy smiled, “That was Josh. I bumped into him literally and knocked the poor guy over. He lives on our floor and was good enough to help me with my books.”

“And?”

“And what? He’s nice, Will, but I don’t know…”

Willow frowned, “That’s a serious Buffy face.”

“Well, he’s got really cool hands and I felt my spider senses tingle….but then he did say he had bad circulation …and he was standing in the bright sunshine!”

“Buffy! Just forget about stupid Vamps for a while. You might have gone all tingly cos you fancy him and you don’t want to fancy him, because it’s too soon after Parker.”

Buffy shrugged, “Maybe. He is rather easy on the eyes….”

Both girls giggled.

Outside their room, Spike smiled. So, the Slayer fancied him did she? Granted, it was as Josh, but he could certainly have fun with this new titbit.

***

Spike was in the changing room after a swim and couldn’t help overhearing two guys talking about a girl.

“Are you kidding? She’s hot. Parker’s had her. And the key word he used was stamina.”

“Stamina, huh? But, I’m not sure I’d want one of Parker’s cast offs.”

“Well, it’s your loss, Buddy. I for one wouldn’t mind handling the cuteness that is Buffy Summers.”

At the mention of the Slayer’s name, Spike stopped smiling at the typical lad’s locker room talk and saw red. God, what was it with these college pricks and their infatuation with the tiny blonde? He’d had enough. The Slayer had to go tonight, even if it was just to stop men drooling over her. Willow had a date with her boyfriend, so Buffy would be all alone and he would have plenty of time to do what he wanted.

***

That evening, Spike watched from his doorway as Buffy padded down the corridor into the communal bathroom. Once she was inside, he sneaked into her bedroom. He grabbed a stake from her supply & turned the stereo on. The music would help drown out the noise of their fight. He then stood to one side of the door, so that she wouldn’t see him when she first came in.

***

Buffy came into the room wearing a pair of cream, silky pyjamas. Strange, she didn’t remember turning the stereo on. She left the door open, while she put her things down and went to turn the music off. But swung round when she heard the door close behind her. Spike was just locking it.

“Slayer!” He drawled.

“Spike…and Josh!” She spluttered, recognizing Spike and the clothes he was wearing.

“The very same,” Spike laughed and backhanded Buffy across the face. She flew backwards onto her bed, but quickly scrambled up, holding her cheek.

“But how?”

Spike held up his hand, with the ring on, “Little thing called the Gem of Amara, Gorgeous. It’s like the Vampire equivalent of the Holy Grail. Means I can go out in the sunshine like all the other boys and girls. And, it enabled me to stalk my favourite Slayer. Not very bright, are you?”

Buffy narrowed her eyes at him, “I knew something was wrong. I just didn’t figure it would be you,” she huffed and looked around for a weapon.

Spike chucked her the stake he held, “Here you go, Pet. Fun-time’s over. Let’s get straight to the fighting. Come and get me.”

Buffy deftly caught the stake, but looked at Spike suspiciously. Why would he just hand a Slayer her best weapon? She shrugged. Maybe he was too sure of himself, because of his new power.

She round house kicked him in the chest, pushing him back against the door, and slammed the stake into his heart. Then she watched in utter amazement, as Spike didn’t explode into dust. Instead he started laughing.

“Did I forget to mention about the invincibility part? I’m a rude, bad man,” he said and backhanded the Slayer again, before pulling the stake out.

Buffy staggered backwards, but kept her balance. An invincible Spike! She knew she was in serious trouble now and a feeling of dread shivered down her spine.

Spike watched the Slayer’s beautiful hazel eyes and saw a small amount of fear in them. He’d finally got the bitch where he wanted her. He grinned. They’d be finding her body for weeks.

Buffy regained her composure. She wasn’t going to go down without the fight of her life. She took on her fighting stance and saw a flash of grudging admiration in Spike’s eyes.

The fight began. Buffy jumped high in the air and karate kicked Spike in the head. The force of the blow swung his head backwards, and when she had landed, Buffy added several hard jabs to his stomach. Although the blows would not physically harm him, Spike still felt their force and he found himself knocked to the ground.

Spike quickly sprang back up, picked a slippery, silky pyjama-ed Buffy up and threw her across the room. She landed on the bookshelves and tumbled to the ground with the books on top of her. Spike strode over, tugged her to her feet and punched her on the jaw.

Buffy was knocked backwards onto her bed and before she could get up, Spike was straddling her. His weight pinned Buffy’s legs and his hands quickly grabbed her arms, holding her totally immobile. He looked down at his sexy, dishevelled Slayer, enjoying the feel of her beneath him, and decided to begin his final act.

“So, you let Parker have a poke, did you Slayer?”

Buffy’s eyes widened in horror, “How do you know about that?”

Spike grinned, then leant down and licked the blood from Buffy’s cut lip. Both tried to ignore the electricity that passed between them.

“A fellow student told me, before I read it in your diary. I had to kill him afterwards, because he fancied his chances with you.”

Spike held both her arms with one hard grip and stroked her cheek gently with his free hand,

“How do you do it, Pet? Why do all these boys fawn over you? Shall we find out what’s so special about my Slayer?”

Buffy started struggling when she read the intent in Spike’s eyes, but she couldn’t break free. With one hand he ripped open her pyjama top and exposed her upper torso to him.

“Sodding hell,” Spike muttered. He’d intended stripping the Slayer naked before killing her, as he figured it would be more amusing for her friends to find her that way, but he hadn’t expected her to be so beautiful. Before he could help himself, he found his hand caressing her warm, vanilla smelling skin. He cupped a small firm breast and idly tweaked the nipple, which puckered under his administrations. She was perfection. And to hell with it, she was going to be his.

Buffy gasped in horror when Spike ripped open her top, but soon sucked in a breath at his light touch. Her body was betraying her and she moaned when he tweaked her nipple.

Spike grew hard at her soft moan of pleasure and rained kisses on her exposed flesh, before taking a nipple in his mouth. He sucked and tugged at the erect tissue with his teeth, whilst kneading her other breast. This caused the Slayer to moan even more and Spike crushed her mouth with his. His tongue raided her mouth and tasted her sweetness.

Buffy accepted his cool tongue into her mouth and kissed him back. Her arms, which were now free, reached up and around his neck. A hand ran through his hair and she was surprised at how soft it was considering the harsh bleach.

Spike somehow removed Buffy’s pyjama bottoms without her realizing and continued his exploration of her body. When he parted her legs and ran kisses up her inner thighs, he heard the Slayer gasp and mutter, “Not there!” in embarrassment. Spike grinned. So, Peaches and Parker hadn’t even bothered to pleasure her there? Well, it was up to good ol’ Spike to resolve the matter.

“Just relax, Baby,” He said and parted her nether lips with his fingers, before licking her clit.

Buffy jumped in shock when his tongue stroked her. Oh, my God, what was he doing to her? It felt so wonderful, but she also felt completely exposed to him. Surely, he shouldn’t really kiss or lick her there? Apparently he could and Buffy began to relax. The strokes of his tongue, and then the feel of his cool mouth sucking on her engorged clit made her muscles spasm. It was almost too much. Then his finger kneaded the spot just below her clit and Buffy felt what could only be described as an itchy feeling building up inside her. The feeling grew and grew until she felt herself burst and her nether lips throbbed in the aftermath.

Spike looked up at her and grinned, “That’s just the warm up, Pet.”

He stripped off his clothes and lay back beside her.

“Touch me,” he commanded gently.

Buffy ran her hands over Spike’s hard chest with feather light touches, admiring his physique. She heard him purr in response and this encouraged her to greater efforts. She sucked and bit his nipples, before trailing hot little kisses down his chest. Then her hand lightly caressed his shaft and she enjoyed the noises Spike made in response.

Bloody hell! Her feather light touch was driving him insane. Her hot little hands on his cool skin felt indescribable. Dru & Harmony had always used their talons to scratch and break his skin. They were brutal in their approach to sex and until now that had been good enough for him. But the Slayer, his mortal enemy wasn’t merely having sex, she was making love to him.

Spike couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to be inside her. He stopped her hand, spread her legs wider and thrust into her wet haven.

“Fucking hell!” He muttered and looked down into her startled eyes. She felt wonderful. She was still so tight, almost virginal. And the scorching wet heat! He slowly withdrew and thrust back in, growling as he did so.

He gave her a funny little smile and said, “I knew there was a reason I couldn’t kill you.”

Buffy stared up at him. He was so big and she felt her muscles stretch to accommodate him. She liked the coolness of him compared to her heat and she lifted her hips to meet his deep thrusts. She could feel how powerful he was and it thrilled her. It also made her want him to take her harder.

“Spike?”

“Yes, Kitten?”

“I don’t want you to hold back. I want it hard and fast!”

Spike kissed her on the lips, “Anything you say.”

He knew he wouldn’t hurt the small girl beneath him and did as she asked. He thrust harder and deeper into her, gathering speed as he did so. And she thrust back at him, keeping perfect pace and squeezing the life out of him with her inner muscles.

Spike slowed down and Buffy looked up at him questionally.

“On your hands and knees, Pet!”

Buffy complied and her eyes almost crossed when Spike suddenly thrust into her from behind. He went even deeper than before and she cried out in pleasure.

Spike couldn’t hold his Demon back any longer. He thrust into Buffy’s hot core again and again, and finally bit down into her neck with his fangs. He came and felt Buffy orgasm too. Then the taste of her blood and the ecstatic feeling of his fangs in her neck brought them both over the edge again. Exhausted Spike collapsed beside her, and drew the Slayer to him.

***

Spike woke up the next morning to find his hands tied behind his head to the bedpost and Buffy finishing tying his feet up.

“What are you doing, Pet?” He asked in amusement.

“Stopping you from leaving. They always leave after the one night with me. You’re not leaving!” She said pointing her finger at him.

“Better make sure I don’t then, Kitten. Tighten those knots and get your sexy arse over here. I’ll let you have your wicked way with me.”

Why the bloody hell would he want to leave?