Full Summary:
Real giant wolves have found their way to Sunnydale, and they basically make the wolves from Twilight look like throwrugs that walk. They have an important mission: to warn the Slayer of a new threat to humanity. Oh, and to get drunk with Spike. An approaching apocolypse, a cranky sister with no boyfriend, and increasingly tingly feelings for a certain vampire, makes Buffy miss the Hell God Glory all the more. At least she didn't shed on the rug...Well maybe a little.
Setting:
AU setting. Buffy killed Glory without dieing and so Season 6 didn't happen. I've also kept Joyce alive, because lets face it, who didn't sob like an infant when Joyce died? I love the woman.
Pairings:
Buffy/Spike, Willow/Tara, Xander/Anya, maybe Giles/Joyce. Haven't decided on this one yet. Oh and OC/OC.
Rating:
Oh please, I take whatever chance I can to write lemons. Especially about Buffy and Spike. I might throw a little OC/OC action into the mix too. Hey, lemons are lemons.
Disclaimer:
Listen, if I owned Buffy: The Vampire Slayer, Joyce wouldn't have died, Season Six would have been awesome and without any of the bad crap that went down, and Season Seven would have been wiped off of the map. And then some.
Now that all that's out of the way, onwards with the story.
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The quiet and still summer night in Revello Drive was shattered mercilessly by what could only be described as a shrill, earth-shattering scream. The Scoobies, who had up until that point been lounging in the Summer's living room, were quick to investigate. Well, most of them were. The dark haired construction worker known as Alexander Harris, Xander to his friends, and Spike the vampire aka William the Bloody, got jammed together in the doorway on the way out.
The beautiful redhead wiccan, Willow Rosenberg, fell from the couch, thrown from her girlfriend Tara Maclay's lap as the second wiccan scrambled to get up. As popcorn flew across the lounge and over the coffee table, Joyce Summers, mother to all and the only one who could keep them in line, tripped, spilling coffee everywhere and into the lap of one Rupert Giles, Watcher and Magic Shop owner.
As profanities from Spike filled the room, and a few choice swear words from Giles escaped his lips, former vengence demon Anya stared at them all in a happy way, before turning back towards the TV with a contented sigh.
The comotion was soon silenced by the slamming of a door and stamping footsteps on the stairs. Buffy Summers, Slayer of Vampires, Demons and Hell Gods, stormed down the stairs and into the kitchen, without so much as a glance towards the hectic living room. Silence ensued.
"Get the bloody hell off of me Harris!" Spike snapped, yanking himself free from the doorway and sending Xander onto his ass.
"Hey, living dead, I wasn't on you. You were clearly on me. Jerk..." he stood and brushed himself off, looking around to see if anyone agreed with him. No-one seemed to care, so he sullenly turned his attention to the matter at hand. "Uh Joyce? Any ideas?" he pointed to ceiling, clearly wondering about Dawn.
"None at all. I'll go and see if she's alright..." she cast a worried glance at Gile's wet shirt and his pained face, but he shooed her away.
"So, who's going to talk to the Buffster?" Xander looked around at the now guilty faces in the room. Most were looking at the floor while Giles seemed to find the buttons on his shirt extremely interesting. Xander scowled. "Well I'm not going in there. I'm not good with fragile situations and junk..." he stared at them all hopelessly.
No-one said a word, except for Spike snickering.
"Please?" Xander's voice was reaching levels never heard before. "Cut me a break, I dealt with her during the last arguement..." he pleaded and Spike finally caved.
"Fine, you great wanker. But if I come out of this with a stake in any orafice, I will eat you, chip or no chip..." he growled in a menacing way at Xander, who was heaving a sigh of genuine relief. Spike whirled out of the room like a giant bird, coat flapping behind him like a cape, and he made his way through the kitchen and onto the back porch.
"Mornin' sunshine..." he grinned, pulling a cigarette from his coat pocket, but the only response he got was a Slayerish growl from the shadows. "What's wrong pet? Don't want to talk to your favourite vampire?"
Buffy scowled at him. "I would, but he isn't here..." she retorted snidely, making Spike growl in mock anger.
"Pet, you wound me," he held his hand over his heart and pouted. Buffy caught herself before she smiled. No, she mentally scolded. No smiling at the bad vampire. That equals badness. Get it Summer's? Bad. Spike continued. "Did you have another fight with the Niblet?"
"Doy Spike. You're powers of observation never cease to astound me. Now tell me what I had for breakfast..."
Spike mused for a moment, sniffing the air. A strong scent of chocolate Poptarts wafted to his nostrils from the toaster, but before he could open his mouth, Buffy gave him an annoyed look. "Don't you dare tell me what I had for breakfast..." Spike all but roared with laughter, and Buffy couldn't help but smirk a little bit.
"Alright Slayer, you win. But you know Niblet's having a hard time right now. That Glory bird almost killed you, and Joyce was ill earlier in the year. She's been so close to losing everything she has, and she's just a little fragile right now..." His attention was suddenly drawn to the bushes at the end of the Summer's back yard. He shook himself. He was being silly. There weren't any ghoulies there. His attention turned back to Buffy.
Buffy closed her eyes with a heavy sigh. She knew that Spike was right, much like he always was. He smiled and with a last curious glance at the bushes, began to go back inside. Buffy stopped him. "She want's to go out with a guy from her school..."
Spike stopped dead, turning to face Buffy. The look on his face was what could only be described as thunderous. "She. What?" he snarled and Buffy was beginning to find it tough not to giggle. Spike was always too cute in protective big brother mode... Her thoughts backpeddelled slightly. Did the words Spike and cute really come up in the same sentence. She shook the thoughts from her head when she realised that said vampire was waiting for an answer.
"She wants to start dating?" Buffy voiced it as more of a question than a statement.
"No." Spike's response was quick and unwavering. "Not until she's thirty... preferably never. I don't want to have to cut through the legion of hormonal teenage boys, who are way too grabby that will be knocking down her door to cop a feel. I don't want that kind of headache..." he raged.
"I could help thin the herd," Buffy smirked, trying to push aside the warm fuzzy feeling that she was starting to feel every time Spike became this protective over her family. Spike's sudden mood change wasn't softened by her joke.
"So who is this hormone filled acne covered bag of bones I have to beat the living daylights out of?" he looked at her, deadly serious. "I mean it Buffy, where do I find him? Give me a baseball bat and point me in his direction. Actually, forget the bat..." The protective inhuman growl that escaped his lips did little to quell his anger, but it did do something to Buffy. She stopped dead at the tingly feeling spreading through her stomach.
That rushing tingly feeling gathered speed and headed for the top of her thighs. She shivered in delight and confusion, and Spike raised an eyebrow at her. Another bolt, right to her core shot through her. She looked like a deer caught in headlights as she began to babble.
"Listen, it's probably nothing Spike. Thanks for your words of wisdom, but I'm sure mom will take care of her and this whole dating problem... so I'll just..." she pointed to the door. "Yeah."
As she scurried away, Spike called after her. "Oh, and Slayer?" Another jolt and Buffy whimpered, hoping he didn't hear.
"Yeah?" she straightened up, clenching her thighs together to dull this new and confusing ache that Spike of all people had caused.
"Chocolate Poptarts."
Spike watched in fascination, confusion and elation as Buffy squeaked and scurried away. Tonight had been a productive one, he decided.
x-x
In the bushes a pair of deep golden eyes watched the exchange with interest. Her Spike was in love with the Slayer. The little boy William she'd watched grow up into a good man, then into a different breed of vampire. Different indeed. She chuckled inside. Oh William, what have you gotten yourself into? And what in God's name have you done to your hair?
Shaking her head, she waited until he'd gone back inside before moving. She wanted to be absolutely sure about the information the elders had given her, before she showed herself to the Slayer and her friends.
All this new fangled stuff confused her. Slayer's didn't have friends. Or have tingly feelings for a vampire. Oh yes, that had been as clear as a bell, and she was fairly sure it hadn't gone amiss with her vampire. Nor had her presence. Spike had known that she was there. He always knew when she turned up. As the moved briskley through one of Sunnydale's many cemetarys, a scent caught her nostrils and she knew that her mate was close by. And that something with pointy teeth and a death wish was following her.
She could sense the vibe coming from the vampires. This little girl fumbling around a cemetary during the night would make a perfect midnight snack. As eager as she was to curl into her mates embrace, she couldn't pass up the oppertunity for some fun and she slowed her pace.
They were close behind her now, trying to be stealthy and failing miserably. She paused and a growl rang out behind her.
"W-Who's there?" she stuttered in an innocent manner and four distinct laughs rattled through the otherwise empty graveyard. They had surrounded her in no time and she fought the urge to smirk at them. One was older, twenty five years at least as a creature of the night. The others were younger, fledglings. One was still in his burial suit, the dirt caking on the collar.
"Who are you?" she whimpered, staring up at the leader with deceptive doe eyes and he sneered mockingly.
"Don't worry Little Red Riding Hood. We're just some big bad wolves out to play with you..." the others laughed around her and she suddenly felt a different vibe... One of sexual desire, and it wasn't coming from her mate on the other side of the cemetary. It was coming from the vampires. She reeled in digust. Had she truely been a defenceless and innocent girl, she knew what they would have done to her. She was disturbed. Vampires these days really didn't have manners.
The older vamp sneered again and vamped out, the cronies following as they closed in. She growled.
"Okay then..." she hissed and the vampires backed away with similar looks of horror and fear at the poweful wolf like creature that had materialised in front of them, wondering where their play thing had gone. She narrowed her gaze at them and bared her teeth. The moonlight glinted from them menacingly.
"Let's play."
Four horrific screams echoed through the night.
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A/N: I don't think I've written a BTVS fanfic before. But since I've always meant to, this materialised from my brain and into my computer. Next chapter will be up soon. Right now, I don't know how long this will be, but I hope all you Spuffy shippers out there will enjoy it.
I hope you take the time to review too. I know it's easy to just read the story and click the back button, but if most of you guys write fanfics too, then you'll know how disappointing it is to have like 500 views and like 1 review. I'm a review whore and I'm not afraid to admit it.
If you have any questions about anything in the story or if you're confused about the timeline or whatnot, drop me the question in a review and I'll do my best to answer them in the next chapter.
BTW, does anyone know what happened to the fanfic site BuffySpikeDiaries? It just doesn't work for me anymore. :(
The next chapter should be up soon, but once my exams are over I'll have more free time to write in.
