Chapter 14

Warning: Language; some dark times ahead...they are vampire's after all...

It was 4 am by the time Spike returned to the penthouse. She had fallen asleep at Harmony's. It gave her the opportunity to sober up a bit. Surprisingly, the blond vampire found that she did not drink as much as thought she would. Since becoming a female, Spike noticed that she longer favored scotch, whiskey, and other hard liquors. Harmony turned her on to the wonderful world of Cosmopolitans and other similar libations. The first few cocktails she consumed this evening did nothing to dull the ache in her heart, so she spent the rest of the night nursing her sour apple martini. She found herself enjoying the company of friends; the simplicity of it all was quite refreshing. For a time, she could shove the problems with Angel into the recesses of her mind and have some fun.

Before opening the door, she wondered if Angel was going to be there. She slowly entered the penthouse and placed the keys on the table. She stretched her arms and yawned as she started walking towards the spare bedroom. She had decided that after the manner in which Angel treated her earlier, she did not want to share his bed this morning. Suddenly, she stopped as she felt her Grandsire's presence. She slowly turned her head to the left and saw Angel sitting in the corner quietly. He held a glass in his hand. His impressive form was illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the open blinds. She could see his cold eyes staring straight ahead. Spike swallowed nervously as the scent of scotch permeated through the air.

"Where were you? You didn't take one of the cars." The dark vampire said quietly, seemingly devoid of emotion from his seated position as he sipped his drink.

"Out." Spike said. "Took a cab." She stared back. "Not like it's any of your business." She added with some intensity as she glared at him.

"Of course it's my business." Angel said as he slowly stood. The approaching form caused Spike to take a step back.

"Whatever, you ponce." Spike rolled her eyes , turned, and began to walk quickly to the spare bedroom. Her route was cut off by Angel. The dark vampire loomed over the petite blond.

"Get out of my way, Angel." Spike said seriously as she hissed. She raised her arm to push him aside when Angel grabbed her by that arm and pushed against her until Spike's back hit the wall.

"You're hurting me, Angel!" She struggled to no avail. Even in top form, Spike was no match for the older Master Vampire. "Let...go...of me..." Spike spit out as she felt Angel's large weight against her. Angel held her against the wall with her hands above her head.

She shuddered as she felt Angel's breath against her neck. "You smell of human men and demons." Angel growled as he faced her again.

"Yeah...it's called Eau de Gunn and Lorne. We danced, you berk." Spike's eyes turned yellow with anger. "Know what? Wasn't jus' them! All of those men at the club wanted my tight bod! Should have let 'em have at it!" She smirked as she heard Angel growl again.

"You're mine, Spike. Mine." He said menacingly as he licked over the mark he made. He tightened his grip on Spike as he ground his pelvis against hers.

"And you're drunk, you fuck!" She tried to kick him but her legs were pinned. She tried to ignore the feeling of Angel's tongue against her mark. She closed her eyes and panted as he continued to slowly suck at her neck. The mix of anger and arousal was intoxicating. Angel changed his visage with one last lick to her jugular. He then suddenly sank his fangs savagely into her neck. Spike gasped and then she was on fire as he drank from her. Angel's grip loosened on her wrists and her arms immediately grasped around his neck. She moaned as the feelings overtook her. She felt his arousal against her. When Angel released her, he immediately ravaged her mouth. Tasting her own blood on her lips just intensified the feeling even more. Angel frantically tore his shirt off and stepped out of his pants while still kissing her wildly. He ripped Spike's shirt off and moved his hands down her lithe body. He reveled in the smoothness of the lines of her form. He unbuttoned her pants and hurriedly pushed them down, along with her thong. He gasped as he took in her stunning, nude body.

"Spike...baby...so beautiful..." He groaned as he disengaged his mouth from hers for the moment.

"A-Angel..." Spike whispered as her mouth was nearly too dry to talk. She felt weak in the knees.

Spike snaked her arms around his neck as he lifted her up. As she wrapped her legs around his waist, he became fully sheathed with her core. The sudden intrusion made both vampires groan with desire.

"Fuck..." Spike exclaimed as she panted and rode Angel. Angel threw his head back as he enjoyed the feeling. Sweat poured over closed eyes from Spike's brow as she tired from the frantic pace. Her lover sensed this and lifted her gently back into arms and walked to the bedroom. He laid her down and kissed her forehead and nose before inching his way back inside her. The anger and desperation of Angel from earlier seemed to fade as warm, chocolate hued eyes gazed directly into the confused orbs of the blond vampire. He touched his lips gently to hers and they both closed their eyes as he gently moved in and out.

"My love..." Angel whispered as he neared his climax. He felt her nearing her zenith as well. The two came together as they shuddered. Angel rolled off her and grasped her waist from behind as he spooned her. He kissed the back of her head and fell into a sated sleep.

As she felt him slip into the land of dreams, Spike slowly opened her crystal blue eyes. She touched her neck as she lay there wondering what just happened. Never had their lovemaking been so rabid and intense. Her demon inside seemed to feel replete, but overall, she felt disconcerted. A feeling of emptiness consumed her. She had not felt this way since Sunnydale. Not since... Buffy. She bit her lip to prevent her emotions from overwhelming her. She allowed one lone tear to escape her eye before willing herself to sleep.

When Spike awoke in the morning, she rolled over and noticed a cold spot in the bed. Angel was already up. She heard the shower running. After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, the water turned off. She immediately rolled back over and feigned sleep. She did not know how to confront Angel.

The dark vampire stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom staring into nothingness. He dried himself off and quickly styled his hair. He went to his large walk-in closet and dressed. He walked over to the bed and watched the small figure buried under the covers. He smiled at the fact that Spike has always needed numerous covers around her. He pondered that it must make her feel safe. All he wanted to do was stay in bed with her all day, make love, and keep her safe. But, there were things he had to attend to. He leaned over and caressed her long, wavy honey blond hair. After some time, he stood up and went down to the office.

When she was sure he was gone, Spike opened her eyes.

TBC...