A Terrible Mistake
Wicked Hearts
Part I
Author: Wicked Princess
Rating: PG-15?
Summary: Takes place on Season Two's Halloween. When Spike captures a bewitched Buffy on Halloween night, strange things start to happen. S/B
Feedback: Please, oh, please.
Distribution: Take it. Email me to tell me where it's going.
Disclaimer: Not mine. All Joss'. Do you think that if I put him in a big jar in my basement for a month, he'd give me all the rights to the show? ;)
Notes: this series stays canon for just this part, then jumps right into the Acathla Arc.
Spike smiled as he led his adopted minions into the factory. The Slayer was cornered; there was no way for her to escape. He band of teenagers who often foiled his plans looked hopeless as he and is minions advanced upon them.
The geeky boy was dressed in camouflage and for once looking like he knew what he was doing. The bitchy priss was wearing a skintight cat suit and acting just the way she always did. The Slayer's hair was long, brown and wavy. She was wearing a beautiful pink silk dress the kind of which he hadn't seen since he was Sired. She looked like a noble lady; like Cecily.
He shook off thoughts of his past and approached his captives. "Bring the Slayer to my rooms. Chain up the others. I might be a while." His minions dragged the docile Slayer to his rooms; Spike followed at a more leisurely pace. He shooed the minions away. They threw the Slayer to the ground unceremoniously. Spike slammed the heavy door and bolted it.
The Slayer was crumpled against the far wall. She huddled up against her knees as he approached. The smell of fear was rolling off in waves. Spike smiled and crouched down in front of her. The girl recognized his smile as friendly and relaxed slightly. "Are you a demon" she asked, quaking in fear, "Like the other man?"
Spike smiled indulgently. Getting this bewitched child to trust him was far too easy. "I'm no demon, luv. Who's the demon man? Did he try to hurt you?" He was shocked at the almost protective feelings he was having towards his bewitched Slayer. And since when had she become *his* Slayer?
The Slayer had opened her mouth to answer when someone banged on the door. Spike rose angrily and unbolted the door; throwing it open to reveal a battered minion. "Master, the other captives have escaped. Two are dead."
Spike glared at the intruder. "Idiot! It doesn't matter to me, you bloody stupid minion. Go after them, you fool!" He slammed the door resoundingly, bolting it again and turned to face his Slayer, who seemed to have ignored the whole conversation.
She glanced up as he paced across the floor and sat down in front of her in a cross-legged position. She marveled that anything so beautiful could be so rude. He was as thoroughly manly as she was thoroughly womanly. His skin was paler than the finest ivory; his eyes burned like sapphires. His hair, though slicked back, was the ivory of his skin and lusciously wavy.
"He had brown hair. The others said he was Angel, but he is a demon! He called me Buffy. But that is not right. I am Elizabeth." She looked up at him in confusion and Spike was suddenly struck by an insane urge to comfort her.
"That' right, baby. You're Elizabeth. Buffy's just a nickname people use." That must have made sense o the girl, for the creases of her frown smoothed away and she even smiled slightly.
Spike rose to his feet. Buffy looked at him in a panic, afraid he was leaving her. He extended his hand to her; she scrabbled to her feet and took the proffered hand. He drew her slowly into his arms; it seemed like time slowed and stopped.
The girl stifled a screech as he sank his fangs into her soft neck. Her voice faded to a moan as he drained the blood slowly from her main artery. Spike growled low in his throat. It had been nearly thirty years since he had fed off a Slayer. He purred against her neck as the sweet ambrosia of her blood rolled over his tongue. It had been a long time since he had felt ecstasy this complete.
Buffy moaned in dark ecstasy. Heat flushed her body. She twined herself around Spike and collapsed bonelessly in his arms. She was steadily approaching unconsciousness as she dimly felt his fangs withdraw from her neck.
Spike realized with a start that something was different. The hair that he had buried a fist in was no longer long and wavy, but short and smooth. He drew his fangs from her veins and stared down at her incredulously. The Slayer had transformed back into her former self and there was an expression of absolute bliss on her face,
He took a great risk and pressed his lips against hers. Much to his shock, the beautiful Slayer kissed him back. Her tongue pressed gently against his mouth, opening it gently but persistently. Their tongues dueled fiercely; Spike slammed her up against the wall and ground up against her.
Buffy groaned and shoved him back. She tackled him to the ground and straddled him with a slight gasp. She attacked his lips furiously and delved his mouth with her moist pink tongue. She flung her torso back as he slid a hand over a silk-clad breast.
Then suddenly she drew back with a disgusted look on her face. It was though she was waking from a terrible dream. Her hands flew to her lips, ever so slightly smeared with own blood. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as a look of shock overwhelmed her features. She gagged and rolled off of him.
"Oh, shit," Spike mumbled, wrenching away from her.
Buffy stared at him in shock. "Oh, God. We've made a terrible mistake."
~Fin~
Wicked Hearts
Part I
Author: Wicked Princess
Rating: PG-15?
Summary: Takes place on Season Two's Halloween. When Spike captures a bewitched Buffy on Halloween night, strange things start to happen. S/B
Feedback: Please, oh, please.
Distribution: Take it. Email me to tell me where it's going.
Disclaimer: Not mine. All Joss'. Do you think that if I put him in a big jar in my basement for a month, he'd give me all the rights to the show? ;)
Notes: this series stays canon for just this part, then jumps right into the Acathla Arc.
Spike smiled as he led his adopted minions into the factory. The Slayer was cornered; there was no way for her to escape. He band of teenagers who often foiled his plans looked hopeless as he and is minions advanced upon them.
The geeky boy was dressed in camouflage and for once looking like he knew what he was doing. The bitchy priss was wearing a skintight cat suit and acting just the way she always did. The Slayer's hair was long, brown and wavy. She was wearing a beautiful pink silk dress the kind of which he hadn't seen since he was Sired. She looked like a noble lady; like Cecily.
He shook off thoughts of his past and approached his captives. "Bring the Slayer to my rooms. Chain up the others. I might be a while." His minions dragged the docile Slayer to his rooms; Spike followed at a more leisurely pace. He shooed the minions away. They threw the Slayer to the ground unceremoniously. Spike slammed the heavy door and bolted it.
The Slayer was crumpled against the far wall. She huddled up against her knees as he approached. The smell of fear was rolling off in waves. Spike smiled and crouched down in front of her. The girl recognized his smile as friendly and relaxed slightly. "Are you a demon" she asked, quaking in fear, "Like the other man?"
Spike smiled indulgently. Getting this bewitched child to trust him was far too easy. "I'm no demon, luv. Who's the demon man? Did he try to hurt you?" He was shocked at the almost protective feelings he was having towards his bewitched Slayer. And since when had she become *his* Slayer?
The Slayer had opened her mouth to answer when someone banged on the door. Spike rose angrily and unbolted the door; throwing it open to reveal a battered minion. "Master, the other captives have escaped. Two are dead."
Spike glared at the intruder. "Idiot! It doesn't matter to me, you bloody stupid minion. Go after them, you fool!" He slammed the door resoundingly, bolting it again and turned to face his Slayer, who seemed to have ignored the whole conversation.
She glanced up as he paced across the floor and sat down in front of her in a cross-legged position. She marveled that anything so beautiful could be so rude. He was as thoroughly manly as she was thoroughly womanly. His skin was paler than the finest ivory; his eyes burned like sapphires. His hair, though slicked back, was the ivory of his skin and lusciously wavy.
"He had brown hair. The others said he was Angel, but he is a demon! He called me Buffy. But that is not right. I am Elizabeth." She looked up at him in confusion and Spike was suddenly struck by an insane urge to comfort her.
"That' right, baby. You're Elizabeth. Buffy's just a nickname people use." That must have made sense o the girl, for the creases of her frown smoothed away and she even smiled slightly.
Spike rose to his feet. Buffy looked at him in a panic, afraid he was leaving her. He extended his hand to her; she scrabbled to her feet and took the proffered hand. He drew her slowly into his arms; it seemed like time slowed and stopped.
The girl stifled a screech as he sank his fangs into her soft neck. Her voice faded to a moan as he drained the blood slowly from her main artery. Spike growled low in his throat. It had been nearly thirty years since he had fed off a Slayer. He purred against her neck as the sweet ambrosia of her blood rolled over his tongue. It had been a long time since he had felt ecstasy this complete.
Buffy moaned in dark ecstasy. Heat flushed her body. She twined herself around Spike and collapsed bonelessly in his arms. She was steadily approaching unconsciousness as she dimly felt his fangs withdraw from her neck.
Spike realized with a start that something was different. The hair that he had buried a fist in was no longer long and wavy, but short and smooth. He drew his fangs from her veins and stared down at her incredulously. The Slayer had transformed back into her former self and there was an expression of absolute bliss on her face,
He took a great risk and pressed his lips against hers. Much to his shock, the beautiful Slayer kissed him back. Her tongue pressed gently against his mouth, opening it gently but persistently. Their tongues dueled fiercely; Spike slammed her up against the wall and ground up against her.
Buffy groaned and shoved him back. She tackled him to the ground and straddled him with a slight gasp. She attacked his lips furiously and delved his mouth with her moist pink tongue. She flung her torso back as he slid a hand over a silk-clad breast.
Then suddenly she drew back with a disgusted look on her face. It was though she was waking from a terrible dream. Her hands flew to her lips, ever so slightly smeared with own blood. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as a look of shock overwhelmed her features. She gagged and rolled off of him.
"Oh, shit," Spike mumbled, wrenching away from her.
Buffy stared at him in shock. "Oh, God. We've made a terrible mistake."
~Fin~