Chapter 5
Front flip. Back flip. Front, back, rodeo, quick turn and catch.
"Yes!" Buffy shouted as she totally delivered on the most difficult of stake maneuvering tricks in the air.
"Kind of dead tonight, huh, Mr. Pointy?" She asked the inanimate object and her trusty friend.
She sighed as her arms fell back into rhythm at her sides and continued on her completely uneventful patrol. Her life was finally getting back on track once again. Buffy was getting closer than ever before to Xander and Willow and everything just seemed like it was falling back into place. Things at the DoubleMeat Palace were even getting better. She was actually enjoying her work now that the she got promoted to assistant manager of the fast food joint. Yeah, she couldn't believe it herself. Maybe after a little while she could get a better job, maybe something not involving double reheated burgers.
But why was she still going back to Spike? She knew she deserved more than him, she didn't need another vampire in her life, not again. Buffy had to admit the sex was amazing, but was that all she was using him for? Was she using him just to make herself feel better? Did she still need to feel any better now that things were going so well? She had so many questions swirling around in her head that it was no surprise that she found herself standing in front of Spike's crypt, eyes gawking at the dark building. Her face scrunched in, thinking of what she should do. To go or not to go? She mentally went over the pros and cons of the situation and tried to make it in a rational manner.
"Oh what the hell," Buffy exclaimed as she went over to open the door, not even thinking about giving it a knock before entering, "He probably already knows I'm here already, stupid vampire smelly abilities."
She slowly walked into the crypt with a small hope that he didn't know that she was here, but he always knew. She was one in a million, and of course she stuck out like a sore thumb, slayer and all.
"Spike?" She called out cautiously.
The crypt was dark and dank, but it seemed more so than usual. She walked around the place to find the candles unlit, TV off, and the makeshift home silent as can be.
"He must be out on patrol," Buffy said as she checked her watch. 9:30pm, it was still early.
And she set out to find her, uh, to find a vampire. She swiftly exited the crypt with ease, due to much practice, and the door shut with a satisfying clang behind her.
"Where to start?" She said as she placed her hands on her hips, "See, this is where that vampire smell or hearing thing would come in handy."
As if on cue, Buffy heard a scream from not too far off. Her instincts kicked in and the slayer sprang into action. Her legs kept a rhythm of one after the other bringing her closer and closer to her destination. Arms pumped at her sides, urging her to move faster. Buffy found herself in an alley, a crowd of vampires surrounding an unknown target.
"If I knew I was going to a party, I would've dressed for the occasion," Buffy quipped before all the vampires turned to look at their unexpected visitor.
"Slayer!" one of them growled.
"Wow! You got it on the first try! And they say your brain starts rotting after you're dead," Buffy retorted before leaping into action, Mr. Pointy in hand. She caught the lapel of one of the vampires and swung him backwards towards her. Unexpectedly, the others just fled, along with the victim in the opposite direction. Usually, they wanted to fight, try and see who could last the longest before she sent them to their dusty destiny.
"Looks like your friends left you all by yourself. Good, that gives us more private time," Buffy told her opponent.
"Private time? How private?" The vampire said as he licked his fangs.
Buffy promptly kneed him where the sun didn't shine, "That's about as private as we're going to get."
The vampire doubled over before regaining a small bit of composure and groaned, "Sure like to play rough, don't you Slayer?"
"It depends," She replied with a glint in her eye, "Who do you play for?"
"Who said I was on someone's team?" The vampire innocently answered.
Buffy yanked on the vampire's collar for emphasis, "I doubt it takes five vamps to take down a measly human, unless you're not all you're cracked up to be."
"Looks like you haven't lost any of your brain cells either, Slayer," he drawled.
Buffy replied with a quick head butt to the back of his head and followed up with a couple of kicks and punches to prove her point. She pushed him back into a corner and poised the stake at the heart, hand at his throat.
"Now I'm going to ask you this nicely, one more time. Who do you work for?" Buffy threatened.
"What's in it for me?" He asked as he roamed his eyes over her.
She didn't miss a beat or a look before she got in good and close to him and whispered in his ear, "Have you ever had a taste of a slayer?"
He shook his head, wide-eyed, and she continued, "It's like nothing else you've ever tasted before. A drop could make the greatest go crazy, the smooth coppery blood slides down your throat, heating your body up like you're on fire. Then it devours your body in pleasure as it drives you to ecstasy and back, over and over again. Do you want to feel it? Do you want a taste?"
Her voice sent shivers down the vampire's spine, bloodlust taking over his body. She kept her gaze on the vampire, knowing the wheels were turning in this head.
"You know you want it. And all you have to do is tell me who you work for and you can be one of the few who have tasted a slayer." Buffy huskily urged her captive.
The vampire grazed his tongue over his fangs and slid it over his lips, thoughts consuming his undead mind, "Spike."
Now it was Buffy's turn to be wide-eyed. Her befuddled gaze bore into the one in her custody and he continued, "He said you were good, but he never said you were this good."
"What are you talking about?" Buffy quickly asked.
"All sexily whispering in my ear, you must've done him real good; couldn't stop bragging about it. Finally got a piece of your hot–"
He never got to finish his sentence as a stake pierced his heart and sent his remains into the wind. Buffy put a sweaty hand to her head to try and gather her thoughts. Was Spike spilling their secrets to the vampire community? This was humiliating. The one person that she thought she could trust was throwing around their sexcapades like a cheap soap opera. Wait, she could trust Spike? The thought of Spike boasting about their relationship made her sick. What if her friends found out about this? This whole situation was just not good. And the vampire said that he was working for Spike. Could that be true as well? All of this was just playing games with Buffy's mind and she needed to clear it up, and that fast. So, she decided that she would go to the one person that could do it. With her resolve face in place and a strong stride, she stomped her way back to her previous destination. To see a vampire.
