A/N This story originally begun with the title Demon Letting. But the more
I thought about the plot I wanted to develop, the less this story was
working for it. So now this piece of fiction has been re-titled and will
be taken in another direction. The fabric of plot I had before is now in
the story Demon Letting, and yes there are similarities between this story
and the other, but they are different publications. Please, if you have
any questions, E-mail me.
Spike, get off!" Buffy cried, pushing the vampire away from her. She lay panting on the bed as Spike rolled over to his side. The phone kept ringing and she couldn't bring herself to get up.
"I'll just start somewhere else." He said, moving downward to her skirt.
"Spike, get the phone." Buffy sighed, her lips still lingered with the touch of Spikes and she doubted that they could handle a full conversation. He cursed something British and reached for the bed stand. By now the ringing was nearing it's end and the message machine would pick up soon.
"Hello." It was Spikes seductive drawl. Buffy closed her eyes and waited for her vampire to come back, she wanted him on her, not the phone. Her feet played with the edge of the blue checkered sheets that kept her warm. Spike had the remainder of it lapped over his waist.
"It's for you love." Spike handed the phone to her and she sat up, back propped against the bed post.
She held the phone close to her ear, and let her eyes wander away from her lover. It was nearing dawn, and through the closed blinds silted sun was peeking through. "Hello?"
"Buffy, hi." The voice was Riley's, a surprise to her still dazed mind. He sounded deeper, harder, then before, but it was still the same voice she had fallen in love with. Neither had spoken to each other since their last encounter, and their farewell hadn't been shared with content. "How is everyone?"
""You didn't call to check up on the scoobies, did you." She said with more ice and cold then she expected. As much as it had changed, the voice was still the same she realized. Unlike her other lovers, he didn't have the same 'experienced' dialogue, but he was sweet, and innocent, something neither of her vampires could manage. She hid the harshness with a laugh. "Everyone's OK."
"Good good, that's good." As much as hearing him comforted her, she knew something was wrong, and he would get to it in his own time. Spike had fallen on his side and was staring at the Slayer. He had pulled the sheets up to his chest, where shafted sunlight fell.
"Who is it?" He whispered.
Buffy put one hand to the receiver and mouthed Riley's name to the vampire. His eyes widened with interest rather then shock. He scratched his arm and shifted position slightly on the pillow. "What's Caption Cardboard want?"
The Slayer shrugged and returned her attention back to the phone and Riley, who had started speaking again. "There isn't any apocalyptic happening down on the hell mouth, is there?" He roughly questioned. The room was beginning to brighten with newly come sun. It flooded the walls and caused Spike to wince, in his silence, Buffy could see the slight pain. She leaned over to the window and drew the curtains until light tinged darkness overtook their vision.
"Not at the moment...." She said carefully.
There was sigh from the other line. "There's a growing sect of vampires in LA. They call themselves the Bloodlust and they're big."
"How big is big?" She asked, it was like him to avoid the point and then just come out with it when he reigned in the courage. The trait had bugged her when they were together and still did.
"The rough count is 500." He was good at keeping his feelings in check, the words were matter of fact, had been matter of fact the whole conversation. Buffy took in a long breath when she heard the number.
"That's.. big." She said finally. "But it's not my problem, that's Angels territory, I can give you his number if you want-"
"I'm at his place right now." He said bluntly.
"What is this? Surprise Buffy day?" She said in a forced laugh. "I'm a missing something here because last time you two had an encounter it ended in a fight." The Slayer took in a breath from her small rant and Riley intervened before she could go on.
"He can't handle it alone and neither can the I." Some emotion seeped through, but it was anything but comforting. Buffy took in a breath as he went on. "Angel thinks that maybe you'll find something were missing."
"Don't expect miracles, I'm not a god." She put.
The line was silent for a few moments. "Yes, but you are the Slayer."
Buffy opened her mouth to say something but another voice came on the line. It was fuzzy and faraway, meaning that whoever was speaking was near the phone but not on it.
"Who are you talking to?" It was Angel.
Buffy felt something seize up in her stomach. She glanced to Spike who lay on his back, eyes closed. The Slayer nudged him slightly with her foot as Riley answered her past lovers question.
"You done yet love?" Spike drawled. She shook her head.
"Riley's at Angels house." Her whisper brought a strong reaction out of the vampire. He sat up and put his head close to the receiver, listening as Angel and Riley fought over the phone.
"Let me talk to her." Angel said defiantly.
"You didn't even want me calling!" Riley shot back, anger edged in his voice.
"It's my phone and my ex." Angel put in the same tone as before.
"My ex too." The fight drew to an end as Riley's pathetic last struggle resulted in him giving up the phone.
"They're not exactly best buds now are they." Spike mused as Buffy said hello to Angel.
She smiled. "So what's going on?"
"Exactly what he told you." Angel sighed. "It's nice to talk to you again."
Buffy rolled her shoulders. "Ditto."
"Why don't you ask her why Spike answered?" The call had come from Riley, somewhere near the phone. As usual of the army boy, he exacted his revenge through childish means, hurting Buffy more then Angel in the process.
"Spike?" The elder vampire asked, slight amusement rang in his voice and Buffy wondered where it came from. "What is Spike doing over?"
The Slayer sighed. "Tell Riley that my business is mine to tell, I'll be over in a few hours." Just as she was about to hang up, Angel said his fast good bye.
"Oh." He added quickly. "If you two aren't killing each other, bring Spike along, we could use the extra fire power." With that he hung up.
Buffy drew the phone down and laid it in the cradle, biting her lower lip.
"So what's up love?" Spike crawled over to her, tangled in the sheets.
The Slayer looked at him and didn't complain as he begun to trail kisses along her neck. "We're going to LA." He stopped and drew back a tad, letting an arm drape across her shoulders.
"We are?"
She nodded and pulled the arm off. "I'm going to take a shower, you go get dressed and tell everyone we won't be back for a couple of days." Buffy drew her arms up high. "Were going to meet up some old friends."
A/N: Well, it's not to great, but I do have an interesting plot in store if anyone cares to review.
Spike, get off!" Buffy cried, pushing the vampire away from her. She lay panting on the bed as Spike rolled over to his side. The phone kept ringing and she couldn't bring herself to get up.
"I'll just start somewhere else." He said, moving downward to her skirt.
"Spike, get the phone." Buffy sighed, her lips still lingered with the touch of Spikes and she doubted that they could handle a full conversation. He cursed something British and reached for the bed stand. By now the ringing was nearing it's end and the message machine would pick up soon.
"Hello." It was Spikes seductive drawl. Buffy closed her eyes and waited for her vampire to come back, she wanted him on her, not the phone. Her feet played with the edge of the blue checkered sheets that kept her warm. Spike had the remainder of it lapped over his waist.
"It's for you love." Spike handed the phone to her and she sat up, back propped against the bed post.
She held the phone close to her ear, and let her eyes wander away from her lover. It was nearing dawn, and through the closed blinds silted sun was peeking through. "Hello?"
"Buffy, hi." The voice was Riley's, a surprise to her still dazed mind. He sounded deeper, harder, then before, but it was still the same voice she had fallen in love with. Neither had spoken to each other since their last encounter, and their farewell hadn't been shared with content. "How is everyone?"
""You didn't call to check up on the scoobies, did you." She said with more ice and cold then she expected. As much as it had changed, the voice was still the same she realized. Unlike her other lovers, he didn't have the same 'experienced' dialogue, but he was sweet, and innocent, something neither of her vampires could manage. She hid the harshness with a laugh. "Everyone's OK."
"Good good, that's good." As much as hearing him comforted her, she knew something was wrong, and he would get to it in his own time. Spike had fallen on his side and was staring at the Slayer. He had pulled the sheets up to his chest, where shafted sunlight fell.
"Who is it?" He whispered.
Buffy put one hand to the receiver and mouthed Riley's name to the vampire. His eyes widened with interest rather then shock. He scratched his arm and shifted position slightly on the pillow. "What's Caption Cardboard want?"
The Slayer shrugged and returned her attention back to the phone and Riley, who had started speaking again. "There isn't any apocalyptic happening down on the hell mouth, is there?" He roughly questioned. The room was beginning to brighten with newly come sun. It flooded the walls and caused Spike to wince, in his silence, Buffy could see the slight pain. She leaned over to the window and drew the curtains until light tinged darkness overtook their vision.
"Not at the moment...." She said carefully.
There was sigh from the other line. "There's a growing sect of vampires in LA. They call themselves the Bloodlust and they're big."
"How big is big?" She asked, it was like him to avoid the point and then just come out with it when he reigned in the courage. The trait had bugged her when they were together and still did.
"The rough count is 500." He was good at keeping his feelings in check, the words were matter of fact, had been matter of fact the whole conversation. Buffy took in a long breath when she heard the number.
"That's.. big." She said finally. "But it's not my problem, that's Angels territory, I can give you his number if you want-"
"I'm at his place right now." He said bluntly.
"What is this? Surprise Buffy day?" She said in a forced laugh. "I'm a missing something here because last time you two had an encounter it ended in a fight." The Slayer took in a breath from her small rant and Riley intervened before she could go on.
"He can't handle it alone and neither can the I." Some emotion seeped through, but it was anything but comforting. Buffy took in a breath as he went on. "Angel thinks that maybe you'll find something were missing."
"Don't expect miracles, I'm not a god." She put.
The line was silent for a few moments. "Yes, but you are the Slayer."
Buffy opened her mouth to say something but another voice came on the line. It was fuzzy and faraway, meaning that whoever was speaking was near the phone but not on it.
"Who are you talking to?" It was Angel.
Buffy felt something seize up in her stomach. She glanced to Spike who lay on his back, eyes closed. The Slayer nudged him slightly with her foot as Riley answered her past lovers question.
"You done yet love?" Spike drawled. She shook her head.
"Riley's at Angels house." Her whisper brought a strong reaction out of the vampire. He sat up and put his head close to the receiver, listening as Angel and Riley fought over the phone.
"Let me talk to her." Angel said defiantly.
"You didn't even want me calling!" Riley shot back, anger edged in his voice.
"It's my phone and my ex." Angel put in the same tone as before.
"My ex too." The fight drew to an end as Riley's pathetic last struggle resulted in him giving up the phone.
"They're not exactly best buds now are they." Spike mused as Buffy said hello to Angel.
She smiled. "So what's going on?"
"Exactly what he told you." Angel sighed. "It's nice to talk to you again."
Buffy rolled her shoulders. "Ditto."
"Why don't you ask her why Spike answered?" The call had come from Riley, somewhere near the phone. As usual of the army boy, he exacted his revenge through childish means, hurting Buffy more then Angel in the process.
"Spike?" The elder vampire asked, slight amusement rang in his voice and Buffy wondered where it came from. "What is Spike doing over?"
The Slayer sighed. "Tell Riley that my business is mine to tell, I'll be over in a few hours." Just as she was about to hang up, Angel said his fast good bye.
"Oh." He added quickly. "If you two aren't killing each other, bring Spike along, we could use the extra fire power." With that he hung up.
Buffy drew the phone down and laid it in the cradle, biting her lower lip.
"So what's up love?" Spike crawled over to her, tangled in the sheets.
The Slayer looked at him and didn't complain as he begun to trail kisses along her neck. "We're going to LA." He stopped and drew back a tad, letting an arm drape across her shoulders.
"We are?"
She nodded and pulled the arm off. "I'm going to take a shower, you go get dressed and tell everyone we won't be back for a couple of days." Buffy drew her arms up high. "Were going to meet up some old friends."
A/N: Well, it's not to great, but I do have an interesting plot in store if anyone cares to review.