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Chapter Four
As the couple exited Calacis, both Buffy and Spike felt as the magic surrounded them.
"You feel that love?"
"Ya, what is it, and where is it coming from?"
"Not sure pet, but I feel up for a little rough and tumble, how 'bout you?" Spike smiled like a kid in a candy shop. Gaining courage from Spike's confidence, Buffy nodded and smiled back at him.
Silently, from behind the shadows stepped a Shwarsnic demon. Reaching out his purple, scaled arms towards them, the Shwarsnic gurgled his words of jumbled Latin.
"Jack! What the bloody hell do you think your do'en?" Spike screamed, enraged that a demon he had once called friend had betrayed him.
"Simple, Spike." Jack hissed. "I wanted the Slayer!" he laughed. "And you brought her right to me, just like I knew you would. A fool for love, through and through." He said disgustedly.
"What are you talken' about?" Spike asked, sending a worried look towards Buffy. He was worried about the look of understanding that crossed her face.
"Oh, come now, Spike! You didn't actually believe that it was real did you? A vampire falling in love with a Slayer of his own free will? Give me a brake. But then, you've always been a fool for love; I knew that you would be just the person to deliver me the Slayer." The demon gave an evil smirk. "You two can chat about all of this latter…I mean…you have all of eternity…" The demon laughed as a swirling vortex opened under the floating couple. As Buffy and Spike were pulled slowly downward towards the vortex, all was silent, till and eerily dead voice broke through.
"Not real?" Buffy rasped. 'None…none of it was…real…god, I'm such an idiot…how…could I not have seen…seen…of course it wasn't real…none of it…none of it was real…' Buffy slowly let the tears drop… 'She had wanted it so badly…wanted the storybook romance. But things like that didn't happen to her…for her…she was the Slayer. That was all she was…and look where dreaming got her. Suspended in the air over a vertex to hell, with a vampire who'd had a curse put on him, so that he could pretend to love her, just like her father…pretending to love her…an evil demon needed a curse to pretend…to love her…'
"You son of a bitch…" Buffy raised her tear stained face to look at the demon that held them there.
"You fucking son of a bitch. I don't care where you send me…but you had better pray to god it's as far as you can get from this dimension. Because I promise…wherever you go, what ever you do…be prepared…In to every generation a Slayer is born. And I swear this to you…one after another; we will hunt you down, and kill everything you hold dear. Slayers don't love lightly or often. You just fucked with the wrong heart, you fucker's whore." As Buffy said this, a look of fear came over Jack's face. Her voice was deadly calm, and there was promise in her eyes.
"Buffy, luv, I…"
"Shut up vampire!" She yelled scathingly. "Don't you dare think of saying my name again!"
Spike was stunned, and more than a little hurt. 'He had been telling the truth! It wasn't all lies! Not to him! He had really felt it! He felt it still!' Spike didn't notice the turn his thoughts made as they were pulled threw the vortex. 'Bitch doesn't know who she's talking to…gotta learn her place…whether she likes it of not, she's mine! And she will learn that…sooner or later…'
With a hard thump, Buffy and Spike landed on the rough, hard rock of the floor. When they fell, Buffy had managed to hit her head on the hard floor knocking her out. Shaking her head Buffy shook off the pain, and turned to find Spike, only to see him walking away from her.
"Spike? What…what are you doing?"
Turning to look at her, Spike had a furious and disgusted look on his face as his eyes settled on her. "I'm leaven' what's the hell it look like?!" he yelled back at her, heedless of her tears.
"What? Why?" She asked brokenly. Why would he leave her?
"Well, you know…I just figured that you would want the filthy vampire out of your
sight! Isn't that what you said? Stupid, filthy, lowly, disgusting evil vampire!
Is that not what I am?!" Spike yelled stalking back to her.
"Is that what you need?" he sneered.
"Is that what you wanted? Cause I got to tell you 'luv', you are one sick Bitch if that's how you get off. Pathetic too. Had to go find your self a demon to pretend for you, couldn't ever find a human to finally show you some attention. You see 'luv'? You're even a freak in our world. Demons hate you, humans fear you…and nobody, out of that whole lot gives a fuck. Not your father, your mother… I even find my self not giving a rat's ass about who the fuck kills you. In fact, I find my self looking forward to it, the though makes me tingle." He drawled, smiling evilly.
Through his speech, Buffy had fallen to the ground, sobbing.
But Spike didn't hear her gut wrenching sobs, or see her river of tears. He merely laughed at the pathetic lump in front of him.
Suddenly, Spike seemed to snap back to himself. And what he saw when he did…it was the most horrific thing he had ever seen. Tears ran down her face, as blood ran down her arms, legs, hands, feet, back, stomach, and skull.
Spike felt as though he was going to be sick.
Blood mingled with her tears creating a pink wash that pooled around her fallen body.
"Bu-Buffy…god. What…what…" Spike couldn't find the words. He hadn't heard any screaming that would usually come with this kind of torture. Hadn't heard the swish of the blade, or the crack of the whip…only his own voice…only his words…God, what the fuck had he said? Why did he say those things? It hadn't been him. He would never do that to her!
"Buffy…luv?" he spoke softly as he reached out to touch her. Buffy felt him come closer to her and flinched away, hugging her self tighter. Spike's undead heart clenched in his chest. He hadn't protected her…he had been so caught up in his own pain, that he forgot about her…ignored her…said that he hated her…that he wanted to kill her…he had caused this.
"Buffy…I, I wont hurt you luv…just, you've gotta tell me who…who did this, to you?"
Shaking now, and pulling farther away from him, Buffy moved her arms, which had been protecting her face.
"You…you…already…did…" she choked out. Spike stopped breathing. i 'No…No! He wouldn't! He never would have done this! Not to her! Not to Buffy! He must have misunderstood, yes, he just heard her wrong…' /i
"What…what do you mean, luv?" he asked, his voice shaking. She flinched as though she had been cut again when he called her 'luv.'
"You Spike…you already have hurt me…you did this to me…you broke me…you killed me…Spike? Why did you do this? I loved you…" She whispered brokenly.
"No. Oh please god no. I didn't do this…" Spike whispered, also broken.
"Yes you did. I loved you. And you killed me…Why, Spike? Why would you do this?" Buffy accused.
"NO!" He screamed, lunging for her. Buffy cried out in surprise.
"Please No! No! No more! I'll do anything you want…just, please! No more! No more!" Buffy screamed over and over again trying as hard as she could to get away from him.
Blindly, Buffy crawled as fast as she could, looking for an escape, until she came up against a huge, solid wall. Sobbing in dismay, Buffy tried to clime the wall, when finding it slick; she started to dig through it.
"No, no, no, gotta get away, gotta get out." She mumbled under her breath as she tried to dig.
One after the other, her nails broke, but Buffy ignored the pain. One by one, her fingers were ripped open, and bleeding. And again Buffy ignored the pain, as more of her blood clotted the dirt.
Spike just stood behind her, unable to stop her, unable to look away…helpless.'Your not helpless, you're just bloody scared! You say you love her! Than help her! Stop being so damn afraid of being run from. Ya, it'll hurt but…would you rather see her in pain, or you? Cause if it's the first mate, than…you love her less than you realized.' Nodding his head, Spike calmly walked over behind the Slayer.
"Buffy, stop it!" he said in a commanding voice, tears running down his face. Her movements stopped instantly.
"Good. Can you walk?" he asked in a softer tone, but kept the command.
Buffy hesitated before shaking her head negatively. Carefully, Spike walked towards her, and stiffened when she tensed at his approach.
"I want you to relax." He said calmly. "That's not an order, but it is what I want." Buffy relaxed slightly, but Spike could see the rigidness of her posture.
"Good girl. Now, I'm going to pick you up. Are you going to fight me?" again she shook her head in the negative.
"Good girl. Now come here." Spike said, as he lifted her into his arms. Cuddling her closely into his chest, Spike stood, contented for a moment, just to hold her, to burry his face into her neck, and take in her sent.
Then he broke down.
"I'm sorry my love…so sorry…" Spike sobbed into her hair. "I can't…I'm sorry…so sorry, couldn't…couldn't help…can't take it back…I love you, I love you…please, god…I love you so much…" Spike sobbed harder.
"Shhh, now…its ok now…it's ok…it's gonna be ok…" A soothing voice said from above him. Spike felt a hand stroking his hair, as well as rubbing his back in a soothing manner.
"Bu-Buffy?" Spike stuttered trough his tears.
"Ya Spike, it's ok…I'm here…everything's going to be fine…" she comforted. A few moments ago, Buffy had awoken to see Spike tossing, and crying in his sleep.
While she had been out, Buffy had had her worst fear realized, and acted out in high definition complete with surround sound.
When suddenly, it had switched. It had felt as though something had taken over her body. Buffy watched in horror, as thousands of lashes appeared on her skin.
And then the pain hit. Oh god the pain! It was the most excruciating thing she had ever felt. Buffy could do nothing but curl up in a ball and wait for the pain to subside.
That's when she heard his voice. The thing that was controlling her flinched at the sound, when the real her just wanted to go to him, to seek comfort in his arms.
But she couldn't.
She realized with sudden clarity, that this was Spike's worst fear! Him hurting her, having her fear him. Just as hers was that she would hurt him, and that he would leave. Buffy watched in horror as the scene played out in front of her. When Spike finally enfolded her in his arms, Buffy was thrown out of the dream, and back into her body
"Oh God, Buffy!" Spike sobbed loudly again clinging to her around the waist. "I'm sorry luv…I'm so sorry, I hurt you…oh god, I hurt you…"
"Spike stop…look at me…" She commanded firmly. Obediently, Spike raised his head to look at her. She still had the tear stained cheeks, but her clothes were no longer ripped and shredded. The stench of her blood no longer perforated the air. And she was holding him, of her own free will.
"It wasn't real Spike, non of it was real."
"I don't understand…what's going on? What's happening? Hell, what's happened?" Spike was thuroly confused. One minute Buffy's running from him, the next, she's holding him…comforting him.
"We were living out our worst fears. But it wasn't real. This is hell remember? And we have to work together to get out of here. Are you with me?"
"Buffy, love…before it's to late…you have to know, it was all real! Truly luv! I meant every word! Please luv…please…You have to believe me…I need you to believe me…I.." Buffy quickly cut Spike off when she lifted his chin, and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
"I believe you Spike." She said softly against his lips. After everything that she had seen, Buffy held no elusions that Spike didn't love her.
"Thank God, love!" He said, kissing every part of her face he could reach.
"Oh luv!" kiss "thank you!" kiss "really!" kiss "I'll show you!" kiss, "I'll show you!" Kiss. By the time Spike was satisfied the he had covered Buffy's entire face in kisses, She was giggling on the floor, with an amorous Spike above her.
"My god you're beautiful…" he whispered in her ear. His hands started running down her body, as his mouth attacked her neck, and he raised his head when she gasped suddenly. "Buffy. . ." he rasped, his eyes searching hers. She looked him dead in the eye. "Please Spike…make love to me." With a groan, Spike attacked her mouth. When his lips touched hers, she felt like she was being burned by icy heat. She almost felt like she was drowning as his teeth nipped her bottom lip. His tongue swept across it to soothe and tease, then dipped inside to taste. At the first tentative touch of their tongues, everything but each other was forgotten. Her fingers fisted in his hair as he tried to devour her, taking everything she gave and giving back equal in return. She tasted like sunshine and life and Spike found himself desperate for more.
His hand skimmed under her shirt, his rough fingers gliding over the silken skin of her back. She trembled against him, her moan lost in his mouth.
She kissed him back hungrily, her tongue dueling with his. He was like nothing she had ever tasted before. Cigarettes and beer, with a slightly coppery taste combined into an intoxicating bouquet that screamed Spike.
She gasped a breath as she changed the angle, deepening the kiss. Clothes suddenly became a hindrance as they tried to touch everywhere at once. The evidence of his arousal pressed firmly against her thigh, and she wanted it. Now. She was still a virgin, but Spike made her feel sexy and wanton. And she loved the feeling. Tearing her mouth away from his, she pushed him onto his back, and rose above him like a goddess, her golden hair framing her flushed face.
Hastily yanking her shirt and bra over her head, she grabbed his hands and placed them over her breasts. Surging up, he caught one of the stiff nubs in his mouth, sucking hard. His other hand mimicked the movements of his tongue on her flesh. She clutched the back of his head, and ground her denim covered heat into his likewise hindered erection.
Mewling noises escaped her throat as he worked his magic on her breasts, his hips thrusting up in time with her movements against him. Soft growls were muffled against her skin, as his hand traveled to the band of her jeans. His mouth switched to lavish attention on the other soft swell of her bosom, and his fingers deftly popped the clasp of her pants.
"Off, now." He hissed, releasing her so she could remove them. He sat up to do the same, and once they were both naked, they reached for each other again.
Spike rolled them until she was on her back, legs wrapped firmly around his hips. He paused for a moment to look at her underneath him, he knew she was still a virgin, and so forced himself to slow down.
"Buffy, luv, it's gonna' hurt, I wont lie. But only for a moment, and then I'm gonna' make you feel so good…" Buffy looked up at him with clarity and love shining n her eyes.
"I know Spike…Make love to me…please…" Spike lowered his head to kiss her passionately. When he felt her relax into his kiss he pushed inside with one hard thrust. Buffy cried out, and clung to him as the pain shot through her.
"I'm sorry luv…only gonna hurt for a moment…gonna make you feel so good baby…my girl…my sweet Buffy…never gonna' hurt you again…love you…love you…" Spike whispered as the pain subsided.
Experimentally, Buffy lifted her hips, and gasped at the feeling of him moving inside her.
"Please Spike...I need you..." Buffy pleaded. Spike groaned and pushed further inside her.
"You got me luv...you feel that? You got all of me..." he said as he slowly started to move inside of her.
"Oh god…Spike!" She said throwing her head back.
"Look at me luv...want you to look at me...as I make love to you..." He was panting hard now.
"Yes my love, make love with me..." She cooed, his pace was becoming a slow torture for the both of them.
"Please Spike...faster...make me yours." Spike was thrilled by her words. Lifting her legs, and placing them around his abdomen, he thrust hard again, making Buffy go wild.
Pulling him down more firmly on top of her, Buffy raked her long nails down his back. Spike growled, and went deeper still, hitting her G-spot on every thrust. Shocked by the sudden waves of pleasure, Buffy arched off the ground.
"Oh god Spike!" she cried.
"Please Spike, oh god, ah! Yes! …So close! Os close! SPIKE!" As her voice became louder, her muscles tightened around him.
"God luv...so close...bloody inferno...don't know...how much...longer..."
"I love you... "She managed to say with perfect clarity.
And just like that, Spike was thrown over the edge. Howling, Spike was lost. Acting on pure instinct, he sank his fangs into her neck.
Buffy was consumed by the pleasure.
"Yes! Spike, YES!"
"I claim you as My Mate, My Wife, My Queen. Do you accept my clam?"
The Slayer surged in Buffy, and she sank her human teeth into his neck, acting on pure, primal instinct.
"I accept your claim, and claim you as mine in return; My Mate, My Husband, My King. Do you accept my claim?"
"I accept." Spike whispered.
The two lovers watched, as a golden light infused Buffy's body, and silver consumed Spike's. In awe, the two watched as the lights met and fused.
'That's it luv. We are now, officially, Mate's.' Spike said without breaking the silence of the room.
"You know I love you right?" Buffy said looking up at him. Spike seemed to glow his happiness.
"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" Buffy seemed to sink into the floor like the puddle of goo his smiles always turned her into.
"Tell me again?" Buffy requested as she pulled him closer for another kiss.
"I love you." He whispered against her lips.
'I love you too.' She whispered back.
