A/N : I own none of this, I just want to try to correct what were in my opinion some terrible injustices committed against my fave vamp.
I have written other fics for other fandoms, but this is my first real attempt at BTVS; It's probably going to be much darker than anything else that I have done.
This is for adults only; please if you're underage turn away.
Also I've taken some liberties her and am playing with timelines and such, also there will be no Angel. Angelus yes, Angel no, even though as far as I'm concerned there wasn't that huge of a difference anyway.
Drawn To the Fire
Chapter 1
Los Angeles:
For a city that never sleeps, the streets of Los Angeles were completely deserted that night.
It might have to do with the fact that meteorologists were calling the weather pattern a hundred year storm or it may have been that the good citizens of the city of angels, knew that something major was going to go platinum haired vampire just knew that today was going to be one good day. He had spent night after night following the brunette girl; learning her patterns, memorizing every move that she made, knowing that when they finally met, their battle to the death would be one beautifully choreographed dance.
He was confident to the point of cockiness, this was after all, not his first time to the dance. He had met two other girls with similar destinies before. Both times he fought and both times he was the one to walk away.
After just a couple nights of following and watching this girl, he was convinced, that she would be nothing more than a good rough and tumble. Hardly to be considered much more than any other foe.
She let rage fuel her actions, her hatred and prejudice projecting each movement, just a second before it was made.
The slayer should always be in control of their emotions, Jesus, he mused, had her watcher not taught her anything? He for a split second, felt guilty about how easy this was going to be.
Then he just as quickly shook those thoughts away, no need for William to be popping his sentimental head into this now. This is what he was built to do and do it he bloody will.
His dark goddess was very ill and growing weaker every day, he had tried everything known to man or beast to find something to heal her to no avail.
She was refusing to feed now and only the blood of her beloved daddy, fucking Angelus, was keeping her from turning to dust.
Something had to be done and now, his only hope was that the blood of a slayer, would be her cure.
It was with these thoughts in mind, that he grabbed his duster and checked the pockets to pockets to make sure he had everything that he would need; A mostly full pack of Marlboro's, his trusty Zippo, a souvenir from that day back in the 71 when he bit that musician in Paris. He couldn't help it his jealousy got the better of him, when he realized that the guy's poetry was better than his. To this day, people still believe that he died of a drug overdose, yeah, who shoots up into their neck? Talk about denial.
He also made sure that he had a clean, empty water bottle, to collect the slayer's blood. It would be much better straight from the tap, but Dru was not well enough to go, and he wouldn't be able to protect her while fighting the slayer.
Demons being what they are, will always take out someone, if they perceive them to be weaker than they are, so for that reason, she must stay home tonight.
He also couldn't bring the slayer to their hideout, his grandsire Angelus and great grand bitch Darla, would deny Dru the blood that she needs, in order to keep it to themselves, considering neither one of them had gotten their fangs into a slayer before.
They called him reckless, he called them fucking cowards.
They seemed to forget that the danger is the thrill.
He walked to find his beloved before he went out for the evening, after several minutes of searching, he was beginning to have a sinking feeling about where she was hiding.
He knew that she loved nothing better than to play with daddy and grand mum, the thoughts made him sick.
For Angelus torture was his game, he was always one to fuck where he fed and Darla didn't mind the games either.
While Spike killed freely and frequently and with no remorse it was just a means to an end, to feed. It was either them or him and he was much too selfish, to consider other options.
By the sounds of things in the other end of the factory, it must have been one of those nights, and Spike shuddered to think about the girl who must have been doing the crying, begging and pleading.
As he was trying to make a quick get away, he heard Dru shriek with delight.
Oh God, the poor girl, he thought while taking off at a full run out of the factory that they called home.
He ran for several city blocks before he stopped to take several calming, but unnecessary breaths.
The rain was coming down in torrents and for one brief moment, he allowed himself the delusion that it was washing the memory of what he had just heard away.
He swore by the gods, that once his princess was stronger, he would take her away from this life. Oh she would protest at first, but if he had to, he would just tie her up and torture her until she went willingly, hell he wasn't above the rough stuff, he just preferred a willing partner.
Each bolt of lightning seemed to energize him more, he knew he was getting closer to finding his prey; occasionally he would stop and sniff the air, trying to catch a whiff of her scent.
It didn't take long to find it, her scent was so distinctive, it was leather and sex, with just a hint of blood. It was rich and it was intoxicating, he could only imagine what it would be like to finally drink from her.
While he did plan to deliver most of her blood to his love, he was far too selfish to not sate his thirst also. A slayers' blood is intoxicating, much more so than the finest of aged whiskey. He was already counting on the fact that it wouldn't take much to satisfy him.
The piercing shriek of what he assumed to be a brachan demon, pulled him out of his fantasy. There was only one thing that cause that type of demon to scream like a girl; and it was just the girl that he was looking followed the noise and arrived just in time to see the slayer take a knife from the waistband of her leather pants and slit the throat of the demon.
The rain and the wind carried the scent of blood and something else, could it be arousal, to his nose.
The scent went straight to his cock and he had to fight the moan that wanted to escape his throat before stepping out of the shadows. It seemed that he wasn't the only one turned on by the fight. Oh this was going to be fun he thought to himself.
He began slowly applauding, as he turned the corner to finally meet the slayer face to face. He could read her like a book and couldn't help the smirk that fell on his face as he noticed her struggling to control her breathing as she appraised him from head to toe.
"See something you like pet?" He asked with a laugh, while running his hand suggestively, down his torso all the way to his jeans button and resting it there.
"Nah, vamps just leave me cold." She snapped
"Well, you haven't met a master yet" He said smugly, "What do you say, you want to give it a go?"
"Who are you and what do you want?" "I'm really not in the mood for games and in case you haven't noticed, I'm pretty sure that this weather is one of the seven signs of the apocalypse."
"Name's Spike" He watched her face for any sign of recognition, she had a good poker face, but he did notice the gulp, aww good, she's nervous now.
"I see you've heard of me." "You're watcher must know his head from his arse after all."
"Yeah, he's thorough like that, he wanted me to know about the possible side effects of prolonged exposure to that radioactive mess you call hair." She quipped, trying but failing to steady her breathing.
He inhaled, God the smell of her fear is driving me crazy, he thought.
"You never answered my question though." She said.
"Which was that luv?" The way the rain was molding her clothes to her body, was making his brain kind of fuzzy.
"What do you want?" She asked with more than a hint of impatience to it.
"Oh you know, the usual, world peace, a winning lottery ticket, to know which came first, the chicken or the egg, I really can't rest in peace until I know."
Fortunately for him, she had a bad habit of telegraphing her punches and he was easily able to duck out of the way, before she could land it.
He chuckled and said "careful there pet, I saw that coming a mile away."
Damn it, she muttered, her watcher Wesley, had been warning her about that.
"Name's Faith, not pet, not luv, just Faith." She spat at him.
"Well Faith" he said it like it left a bad taste in his mouth, and punched her in the jaw, "let's dance."
This slayer is strong, he thought, enjoying himself more than he had in a long time; too bad it's true that she does telegraph her punches, right now they were just feeling each other out; trying to develop a plan to defeat each other.
Suddenly the vampire could detect a change in the slayer's heart rate and something about her scent changed; she was getting frustrated because she hadn't been able to land many punches.
Her fists were flying as if her emotions were out of control, and finally she landed one on the bridge of his nose.
Instantly he changed into game face, she was startled for a moment, but quickly recovered and kicked him fiercely in the chest.
He stumbled but quickly regrouped and was able to knock her feet out from under her.
She was trying to get up, but he had quickly knelt down and was pinning her to the ground.
Her heart rate raced to the point, Spike thought he could hear it trying to beat out of her chest and at the same time the wind brought another whiff of her arousal, it was getting stronger than ever.
He knew that every slayer had a death wish and this girl was no exception.
She knew that he had her at the disadvantage and she had never been more turned on in her short life.
She also could tell that neither had he.
His jeans were so tight, that it felt like they were cutting off all circulation, the problem was that he had no circulation.
They both knew that he had bested her and that there was only one way that this was going to end, he quickly straddled her and began grinding his jean covered cock into the juncture between her legs.
She was no longer fighting him and in fact was meeting him thrust for thrust. There were both on the edge and in that moment Spike struck.
He bit her smoothly on her carotid artery, the second the blood began to pour into his mouth, they both exploded in orgasm.
For the slayer, it was both the most powerful and also the last she ever experienced.
Spike was feeling really proud for it, not only had he bagged his third slayer, she died begging for and loving it.
Spike held the plastic bottle to the former slayer's throat and collected as much as it would hold. He had indulged in a few mouthfuls himself and felt stronger than he had in years.
Between the fight, the blood and the orgasm, he felt like he could conquer the world and he even succeeded in lighting a cigarette in the pouring rain. He leaned back against the brick wall of the alley to survey the evidence of a very good day.
His senses told him that it was time to start heading back to the factory; despite the bad the weather, he knew that sun-up would be coming quickly; he took off at a jog, stopping only to feed on a couple of homeless men; poor sods he thought, actually he was doing them a favor, at least that's what Spike told William to keep him quiet.
He couldn't wait to get back to the factory; to his Druscilla, he wanted to give her the gift that he brought for her; but once inside the safety of the walls, his world came tumbling down. In the common area that they family used, he had to witness as Dru, the love of his unlife, his maker, allowed her daddy to use her body as he wished, while she pleasured her grand mum with her mouth. She cried, pled and begged for Angelus to claim her, saying that she belonged only to him.
Spike had tried on many occasions to persuade Dru to allow him to claim her and for her to claim him back. He realized that he must be the world's only monogamous vampire, that's just the way that it was.
Earlier that evening with the slayer was the closest he had ever come to straying and considering the circumstances he thought that he had behaved pretty well.
They didn't even seem to notice him, as he came stomping through the factory, wringing wet and tears running down his face.
He made is way back to a part of the factory that no one ever used and made a bed out of the blankets and pillow that he and Dru slept on every night. It didn't look like she would be coming back to their room any way.
He knew that he would hate himself in the morning, but he was pissed and fuck them all anyway.
He yanked the top off of the water bottle and drank the rest of the slayer's life force; that which was meant for his goddess; that would restore her strength and health.
Well fuck her, he muttered, she can get her own.
He muttered before falling asleep.
Meanwhile; a couple of hours north of L.A. in a town called Sunnydale, a young girl was tossing and turning, her sleep disrupted by nightmares and visions of people and creatures, that defy explanation.
She is aware enough to know that monsters don't exist, but it seems so real; especially the vision of the man, vampire maybe, the man with platinum blond hair, cheekbones that are so sharp they should be registered as deadly weapons, an utterly bitable bottom lip, and blue eyes so deep a girl could drown in them.
Even in California, men that look like him, just don't exist. But when she looks at him again, she sees, something is wrong with his face after all.
His eyes aren't really blue, they're gold and his forehead is all bumpy and lined with ridges. His teeth are broken and jagged, they look like they were meant for tearing things, sort of like shark teeth.
She felt the terror rising in her throat, she wanted to scream, but was incapable of making a sound.
He was approaching her and she wanted to run, but found that she was frozen in place.
She tried to turn her gaze away, but was unable to do that either; his regular face was back in place of the monster's and he was smiling gently at her.
"Shh, luv" he said, while placing a gentle kiss on her throat.
"We'll meet soon, I promise." He stated as a matter of fact, with a voice that was made for sex. He had a rough British accent and when he spoke, she felt a rush of wetness straight to her pussy, she had never experienced anything like that before.
He inhaled and whispered in her ear, "that's mine luv and I will be claiming it soon, no one touches it but me."
"Do you understand me precious?" He asked softly.
The girl nodded but that wasn't what he wanted.
"Say it" He demanded "I understand" She whimpered.
At the exact same moment, unbeknownst to each other, they awoke, both breathing harshly.
Spike was painfully hard and the girl was drenched.
"Bloody hell" He moaned, while using the little bead of pre cum that had settled on his slit, to lube himself while thrusting up into his hand. He reached down with his other hand and started fondling his balls, imagining the girl from his dream, straining to swallow all of him.
"Oh yeah baby, just like that," He moaned while beginning to thrust harder and faster into his hand. "Swallow me whole," He imagined grabbing her blond hair and forcing her to take every inch, he could imagine her gagging on his length, but he would not give her a break.
Every few strokes, he would use his thumbnail to flick more fluid off of his belled head. He was so close, but was able to stave off his orgasm a little while longer; he wasn't quite ready to give up this fantasy yet.
Somehow he knew that his girl was a virgin and he imagined that she had never seen penis, let alone had one in her mouth.
He imagined her moaning around him as he pounded harder and harder into her mouth.
Finally he could hold back no longer and with one violent pull and a shout of "Fuck" he could see her swallowing everything that he was giving her,.
As he recovered, while still softly stroking himself, he was working on a plan to find the girl in his dreams.
After unsuccessfully trying to go back to sleep, the girl got up to take a shower; Her wet panties just too uncomfortable;
"Damn it" she grumbled, she was so frustrated, she had never experimented with touching herself before and was afraid that if she tried to relieve a little now, her mom would catch her and how humiliating would that be?
Maybe this afternoon after school, before she gets home, I can try, she thought to herself. Anything has got to be better than feeling like this.
"I sure wish I knew who the hottie is that I was dreaming about, I bet he could make me feel better." She mumbled all the way to the shower.
