Chapter 2

Spike didn't understand how they could have killed Drusilla right under his nose.

He couldn't believe those two chicks could find the nerve to do it. And, for God's sake, what the hell had crossed that asshole Willie's mind, when he thought to lead the Slayer straight to the church?

He had reached the Hell mouth only to recover the health of his companion after Prague's events, so he wouldn't see her suffer.

He had been an ass to underestimate them.

And now, without his Sire, who was his savior, and without Angelus, he didn't have any point of reference.

He spent his time studying his experiment, valuating his options. Whether he should keep her with him as a pet, kill her or let her go.

He had looked at the passed out girl for a long time, trying to decide what to do, for so long that he had memorized her features.

And for the whole time, a question had been niggling at the back of his mind. How could she, a vampire Slayer, fall in love with one of them? Fall in love with a beast like Angelus too.

«Did you really love Angel?» He asked her.

Buffy opened her eyes wide and turned her face to him, speechless. Okay, it was a painful subject, but Spike wanted to know and he wasn't going to give up so soon.

«I wonder how you could do it, knowing exactly who he was and what he had done in the past.»

Buffy grimaced with pain and lowered her face to look down at the floor.

«Or, maybe, you might not have been so completely aware of what he was.» He added.

«Of what he was, yeah. Because, when I met him, he wasn't it anymore.»

The girl had spoken, finally.

«Why did you do this to me? And why do you keep me here?»

Now it was his turn to answer, and he curved his lips in an evil grin.

«Who knows? To have fun, maybe.»

Buffy shivered at the idea that Spike could have fun with her, maybe do some violent plays or rape her, taking advantage of the fact that she was chained at the wall.

But he didn't do any of these things.

«I need to feed,» he said, standing up and heading for the door.

Buffy looked suddenly dreadful, knowing he was about to kill somebody and drink his blood. And she felt even more dread, thinking she would do the same thing, if she could go outside with him in that moment, because she was incredibly hungry.

Perhaps it would be better to feed on Spike, and soon, to recover her strength in order to escape. Now that he was weak and hungry. But her pride prevented her from stopping him and asking for it.

So, she only watched him leave, slamming the door after him.

-o-

Spike came back several hours later, so she could relax for a moment.

Buffy didn't know exactly how many, or how long she had spent asleep. She only knew that he was back, and she had woken up to him guiding her mouth to his neck.

«Gotta feed on me, Luv. C'm on.»

Even if she was his first Childe, he knew how it was going to happen. At that point, she was supposed to be shaking from the harshness of the hunger.

She was wrapped with his scent again - his gorgeous scent - and this added to the hunger, it gave her the courage to reach for his shoulders.

She hovered over his skin and took one deep breath, then sank her fangs in his flesh, uncertain of how she should do it, but driven by her own instinct.

And when his blood flowed in her mouth, she knew she was doing it right, so she began to suck. Softly at first. But the moment his blood drained down her throat and stunned her mind, she found herself craving greedily that nectar.

She bit deeper and sucked harder, feeling his blood flooding her limbs. Spike moaned, but she didn't mind. Her head so full of sensations, she wondered if it was going to blow up.

So strong and so quavering…

Like her blood was starting to pulse again in her vein, and she felt alive, for the first time since she awakened in this room.

Unaware of it, she softened her bite and began to trace a line on the vampire neck with her lips. Then moved them up the edge of his jaw, and to his mouth, where she pressed them to his. Then, drawn by her own instinct, she stroked his lips with her tongue.

When Buffy started to lick his neck, Spike grew tense.

He knew his blood would have a powerful effect on her, but he didn't expect such a reaction.

Still, when she had traced his jaw and had kissed him, lost in lust, he almost lost his control. And when she had stroked his lips with her tongue, well, his self-control was past and gone.

He spread apart his lips, a bit hesitant, letting his tongue met with hers, returning her kiss. And, the moment he tasted the blood in her mouth, even if the blood was his own, he was hard.

Then, his hands ran to the chains, wishing to free her wrists and feel her little hands over his body. But suddenly he doubted it was only a trick to get free and ready to escape, so he stopped himself and stepped backwards, though reluctantly.

He looked her straight in the eyes; confused, asking himself what the hell he was doing, devouring her lips when the woman of his life had just died.

Was this his way to mourn Drusilla? Wanting another woman so soon?

His face crumpled with self-loathing. He took another step backwards, wanting to put distance between him and the Slayer; regret flooded him, drowning him. He realized how he had betrayed Dru, instead of taking a vengeance for her.

How he dared to create a link so deep and intimate with this girl, one between a Sire and a Childe, like the one he had had with his princess.

He shook his head again and again, keeping it between his hands, stirred up and confused.

Buffy looked at him with wide-eyes. She was confused too, reeling from what had just happened. For what she had felt when she had kissed him, like nobody had never made her feel, not even Angel.

Angel, the one her heart was supposed to belong to forever, that in this moment was dust on the church floor, while she tasted Spike's lips.

She bit her lower lip, wondering why the taste of the kisses and blood wasn't the same as before, but much more pleasant and incredible.

Was it due to her new nature? Or to the fact that they were from Spike? And, for the latter, was it a consequence of the deep bond between a Sire and a Childe, the one she had heard of so many times?

Then the shame of what she was wrapped her again.

She blinked her eyes and looked at him as he stepped backwards, wondering what he was going to do. Afraid of where this bond could bring them.

But suddenly, Spike's mind seemed to become clear and he reached for her in a rush.

«This situation… I can't…»

He said, as his hands ran to free her wrists from the chains.

«I can't handle it anymore. Better if we both go on our own way.»

Okay, maybe this was not the best decision he could take, but it seemed to him as the best thing to do in that moment.

He crossed her glare for an instant, as she rubbed her wrists, and then he was gone through the door.

«Spike, wait!»

Buffy called him back by an impulse and followed him. She crossed the door, covered the corridor, and found herself outside that abandoned house, alone in the streets, on the darkest night of her life.

She needed a guide for the new world which had just opened in front of her eyes and she didn't know if she could just go back to her family and her friends.

But the vampire didn't seem to notice her and kept going his way.

Buffy hesitated, unsure if to follow him or not.

Both of them didn't know where to go, or what was supposed to happen.

They could only stray in the night across the blocks, trying to clear their minds and to find a shelter from the soon to rise sun.

Buffy imagined herself resting everyday beside Spike, and running every night behind him with a stake in her hand, trying to focus him on not feeding on human beings… then she shook her head with decision.

She was annoyed that he had turned her only to dump her in the streets, without a bit of a help or a piece of advice for what she was going to find, but at the same time she wasn't thrilled at the idea of spending her whole existence with someone who had been her enemy until now.

Because, after all, the fact that he had turned her didn't automatically make them best friends.

Despite what had happened and what they had shared - which wasn't only the blood, she knew - she was still the Slayer.

A Slayer, she corrected herself.

She was sure she would meet him one day, but not sure she would be able to stake him.

She knew that first of all, she should find out where she was, and then she could worry about the rest. So she took a deep breath and made her way alone in the night.

TBC