A/N: This is in response to Bloodshed Verse challenge # 445; By: Coalitiongirl. This is my first attempt of writing BTVS so go easy on me. Enjoy!

Summary: Angel is poisoned and Buffy allows him to feed off her; but, unknown to Buffy he accidentally claims her. Spike meanwhile after failing to get the love spell for Dru, decides to stick around. What will his reaction be towards the claim? Does he care? Read and find out, Reviews greatly appreciated!

P.S. This takes place during Season 3 of the show.

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Chapter 1: The Plan

Buffy walked briskly through the cemetery, making quick work of six vampires on her short sweep for patrol. Angel had been poisoned earlier in the night and she had wanted to get back to the mansion and to her ex lover's side; the cure still weighing heavily on her mind. Slayer Blood. Would hers work? How much would Angel need? Would he drain her? She was suddenly brought out of her thoughts as she heard a loud crash and faint cursing; going to investigate with her stake firmly gripped in her left hand. Buffy turned behind the mausoleum from where the noise came from and her eyes were greeted with a certain platinum blonde vampire. Great… Just what I need to make my day worse. Spike.

Buffy cleared her throat, glaring.

Spike spun to face the intruder in game face. "Slayer?" He chuckled, "Well, fancy this!" His face melting back to his human mask, lifting his scarred eyebrow.

"What are you doing here?" Buffy demanded, hatred filling her voice. "I thought you left town."

Spike gave her the once over while pushing his hands in his pockets to fish out his pack of smokes; finding them he lit one. "I'm 'onna find myself a place to shack up." Taking a long drag and inhaling deeply. "I felt like hangin' 'ere for a bit. Let all the nasties know that the Big Bad is 'ere to stay." Taking another deep pull of his prized cigarette; "What are you doing out 'ere all by yourself, shouldn't yer' be with your soulful honey?" Spike discarded his smoke and stomped it out into the hollow ground. Buffy punched him in the nose making him land on his arse. Spike was up in a flash of black leather.

"Leave town Spike, it's your last warning." Buffy said turning on her heel and walking away; Spike hot on her heels.

"What's got yer' knickers in a bloody twist Slayer?"

"You. Being here." She snapped, picking up her pace wanting to get back to Angel. "Get away from me Spike, before you fit into an ashtray." she asked, finally stopping.

"I'm not goin' anywhere til' yer' tell me why yer' all pissy." Spike stated as he stopped in front of her, his eyebrow raised. "It's the great poof innit'?" He gazed deeply into her eyes, truth be told even though he really didn't care for the Slayer too much; aside from him being the one to off her. He had to admit he could really get lost in her emerald depths. "'eave yer' for another bint?"

Buffy glared at him.

"Wot?"

"Angel and I are only friends, Spike." She took a deep breath.

"Bollocks." He snapped glaring at her. "You will never be friends—" She cut him off. She quickly came to the conclusion that she didn't care what happened to her as long as Angel got back to normal.

"I've heard the speech already Spike, so save it!" Turning on her heels she ran full blast through the cemetery and with no intentions of slowing down until she was back at Angel's side. Spike stood there motionless as he went through their conversation again in his head; bloody bitch… Why do I even care? He went about finishing what he had started before he got interrupted by the time he was finished it was about half an hour til sunrise.

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"What's the status G-man?" Xander asked as he came in from the courtyard. "How's Fang breath?"

"Not much of a change, I'm afraid. You'll do well not to call me that Xander." Giles warned as he took his glasses off and proceeded to clean them. Pinching the bridge of his nose before replacing them on his face. "Have you seen Buffy?"

Xander was about to answer with the negative before he was interrupted by the door crashing open. "Hey Buffster! Any luck finding Faith?"

"A big no. She's gone with the wind." Buffy stated as she massaged her temples feeling a headache coming on.

"I-I'm sorry Buffy… Perhaps there's another way?" Giles stuttered while resting his elbow on top of the fireplace, "We'll do s-some more research a-and go from there." Buffy looked at her watcher thankfully.

"Thanks Giles, but I just need to be alone with him." She glanced at he best friend Willow, getting the message she grabbed Xander's arm. "You guys be safe."

"Xander can you drive me home?" Willow asked her best friend, while tugging on his elbow. "Please?" The redhead gave her resolve face, and no one messes with resolve face.

"Alright, Wills." He led her to the door, throwing one last look at Buffy and her watcher. Buffy smiled and waved. After they had gone she glanced back at Giles.

"I think I have a way to help him."

"Buffy. I support you whole-heartedly." He started, "You are a strong you woman." Smiling he wrapped his arms around his Slayer and held her in his tight embrace, she returned it fully. Her slayer strength getting the best of her, "R-remarkably strong I might add."

"Ohh! Sorry." She let go of him. "Thanks again Giles. Drive safely."

"Of course." Giles threw over his shoulder as he left the mansion on his way back to his apartment. Buffy turned her attention to the room where she could hear labored breathing, and where Angel is. Upon entering the room she picked up a shard of broken glass from a table, making her way over to Angel's bedside she sat down on the edge and took a cloth to his sweat soaked forehead. Making sure that he felt as comfortable as possible in the darkened room.

"F-Faith?" Angel struggled to clear his vision, "B-Buffy." He corrected himself as he took another unneeded breath. "Did you find Faith?"

Tears began to tumble down her rosy cheeks.

"Angel…" She choked, "I couldn't find her. But…" She rose the shard of glass and put it to her wrist slicing a long crimson line across. Angel looked horrified as he scooted off the bed and landed harshly onto the cold floor.

"No! I'm not going to feed from you!" he continued pulling himself along the floor making his way slowly to his feet he stumbled into the living room and fell onto a waiting Persian rug.

"Angel, it's your last hope… or you'll die." She encouraged, all the while bleeding all over her clothes.

"Then I- I'll die." Angel moved into the fetal position (much like he did when he returned from the hell dimension.) trying to ignore the strong sickly sweet aroma of slayer blood seeping from her veins. "I- I don't have that kind of control." He managed to get out while trying to fight off his demon, being too weak the demon won and came fully to the surface. Buffy dropped to her knees slowly while watching Angel intently as he growled at her while watching the blood drip from her wrist, Buffy grabbed his head and brought him to her in an embrace when suddenly there was this sharp pain.

"Uhn… A-Angel…" Wow this is painful… She thought to herself as he continued to take deep pulls of her intoxicatingly powerful blood, "S-stop… It hurts." Buffy whimpered as she felt him latch onto her throat tighter drinking deeper, he could hear her heartbeat slow the blood of a slayer proved to be too much just like he had warned her previously.

Buffy was slowly getting weaker and weaker, her vision started to cloud over as she began to feel numb. The last thing she heard before she let the darkness take her was. "Mine."

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That's chapter 1! Love it? Hate it? Let me know.