Karma

Chapter Seven
Spell

Buffy popped her gum as she shut the door behind her, putting her book bag on the coffee table and sat on the couch, pulling out a school book. She lay across the couch, her feet reaching the other side, her skirt reaching her ankles. She started reading the section she was assigned to for homework, hearing no sign of Ripper in the house so far, but she wasn't taking it for granted. She heard the stereo turn on, light classical music sounding through. Buffy sighed and looked over the head of the couch at Ripper lounging against the door jam, hands crossed across his chest as a smile flitted on his face. She went back to the book. She went back to the book.

"I have homework." Her heart pounded as she felt him approach the couch behind her head, looking over her shoulder.

"The Prince?" Buffy looked up at him.

"Machiavelli's crown pride. History class." She murmured before returning to her place. She felt his breath on her neck and tried not to flinch.

"Where have you been?" Buffy looked up at him with a raised eyebrow and then saw the serious expression on his face. She shrugged.

"Just because I'm being raped by a vampire doesn't mean I'm shirking on my nightly patrols." She said tiredly, hoping he'd just buy that.

"Where did you patrol?" He asked sharply. She rolled her eyes.

"Riverview Cemetery. Do you mind? I have to finish this by morning." He stood and left the room.

Jenny stood before the cash register, waiting for the man to return with what she needed. She heard the door open behind her then a familiar voice.

"Ms. Calendar!" She turned around quickly and saw Willow coming to stand beside her. Willow, Jenny saw, was relieved to see her.

"Whatcha doing?" Willow asked. Jenny looked around the store, noticed the lack of customers, and turned back to Willow with a speculative glean in her eye.

"How would you like to help me with some hands-on magic practice?" Willow beamed.

Ripper leaned over Buffy's shoulder as she set the tea tray. She bit her tongue when his hands rested on her waist. She didn't want to tip him off, but she was afraid what she'd do if she started yelling at him. His chin sat on her shoulder.

"Riverview Cemetery, huh? That's funny. Some Vampires at Willie's place you near Restview Cemetery." She stiffened and his hands tightened on her waist. She tried to relax as she finished the tea with deft hands. She pulled the tray from the counter and shifted past him to the living room, putting the tray down onto the coffee table. She poured a cup of tea for herself then looked up at him.

"Tea?" He chuckled and shook his head.

"No tea, but there is something that I want." She shrugged as she put cream and sugar into her tea. She grabbed a cookie as she leaned back into the couch. He sat next to her and put his hand on her knee.

"Where were you really?" She bit into her cookie and stared back at him defiantly.

"None of your business. If I want to do something, I don't need your god-damned permission!" She exhaled, leaning back and staring into her tea. His grip tightened on her knee before the phone rang. He stood and went to answer it. Buffy didn't care. She finished her cup and pulled the tray back together, not in the mood for another cuppa. She brought the tea tray to the kitchen and put it next to the sink. She turned around and jumped when she saw Ripper inches from her, clearly pissed off. She put a hand to her heart, trying to slow it down. Living with a vampire really screwed up her spidey-sense. His eyes flashed.

"Do you want to tell me why you were where you went, or do you want me to start guessing?" She swallowed and slipped under his arm to the living room. She reached the couch before he grabbed her arm and twirled her to face him. She growled.

"Let. Go. Of. Me." She said through grit teeth. He released his game face and yellow eyes stared back at her. He sat on the couch, bringing her on top of him. She just sat on his lap, staring defiantly back at him. He shifted her skirt, ripping her panties and shifted her until she straddled his erection. She struggled but he unhooked his jeans, pulling out his erection. He put his hands on her hips and thrust up into her warmth and groaned. She tried to pull away from him, but he pulled out and thrust back in. Buffy knew that she should just give in, but the Slayer in her hated giving up. Her hands grabbed at his, trying to pry them off as he thrust up into her. She felt tears gather as she knew she was helpless against him. He leaned forward and bit into her neck and she finally surrendered and he thrust repeatedly into her as he drank her blood. He licked her neck and threw his head back and roared as he came deep into her. She whimpered and he tossed her to the floor as he stood above her. She tried to fix her underwear but it was beyond repair, as countless others had been when he got in the mood as suddenly as this. She stared up defiantly at him as he looked down upon her.

"I know you visited the gypsy. Why?" Her eyes widened slightly, but he saw it nonetheless.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Ripper." She replied coolly. He gave her a terrible grin.

"I also know that she went to the magic shop and bought an Orb of Thesulah – and met your little Willow and they left together to the same motel room you visited." Buffy froze. She told Willow to stay away – she probably didn't think the warning applied to Jenny, Buffy amended. She didn't realize Ripper was still watching her expression shift. Then she saw the snarl forming.

"They're going to try to give me a bloody soul, aren't they?" He shook his head, looking disgusted.

"Bloody Hell. You knew." He stared at her before grinning nastily.

"They won't perform it, though. I'll make sure of it." He turned towards the door. Buffy jumped at him, grabbing his shoulders, but he swung her into the wall, bruising her shoulder. She grits her teeth and tried to trip his feet, but he grabbed her foot and threw her at the couch, hitting her back hard. She saw stars and had to lie for a few minutes, willing the pain away. She got to her feet from the destroyed couch before realizing that Ripper was already gone. She ran towards the balcony and saw his black car heading out. She looked down and saw a truck passing the balcony in the same direction. She jumped on the roof silently. When she found herself looking at the motel, she jumped off and saw the black car was just parking, and she ran as fast as she could to intercept him. He stepped out of the back of the car and she tackled him, pulling his hands over his head. He smirked up at her.

"I'll remember that you like to be on top, kitten." He growled suggestively, and then flipped them over so that he was on top. He head butted her and her head slammed into the concrete. He stood up as she grabbed her head, trying to not see two of everything. She slowly stood as she watched him break the door in and she saw him stumble a second, then she ran in after him. She saw him walking up to the bed where Jenny and Willow were chanting. She watched as Jenny threw her head back, her eyes flashing, and Ripper grabbed Willow. Buffy watched helplessly as he threw her hard against the wall. She heard something in Willow snap as she slid to the floor and Buffy ran at him, pushing him to the floor. She looked down into Rippers eyes and saw as they flashed, the red slipping away forever.

Her Giles had returned, but could he live his un-life knowing all that he had done?

A/N SO, this is the penultimate chapter, the next is going to be the Epilogue/Last Chapter thingy. I want to thank everyone that has faithfully read my fiction, however horrible in my eyes it has been. I'm surprised that I've reached the end with this, I was afraid that I'd never reach this point, I kept getting writers block and that stupid plot bunny kept getting shot by Anya. So thank you all, all of my readers and favorites.

Blind Magdalene