Somewhere in Sunnydale...

Spike aka William the Bloody had many strange experiences happen to him since coming to this god forsaken town. Some painful, some heart breaking and some very surreal. He was currently experiencing one of the few enjoyable experiences was basking in all its glory. It was so rare for him to be the one on top with this damned chip in his head so to have the slayer's watcher here clearly uneasy at asking for his help was something he was going to enjoy.

"Damn it Spike are you even listening to me?" Giles asked him.

Spike looked up from his bowl of coco pops and pig's blood amused "I'm hanging on every word Rupe."

"If these demons open the hellmouth it could be the end of us all!" Giles once again tried to reach out to Spike's good and common sense. The sheer fact he had to do that made him curse himself for ever agreeing to Buffy and the group that they should leave for a weekend away.

"Yeah let them go ahead" Spike muttered uncaring.

"Now listen to me. I know you act like you do not care about this world but we both know that is a lie! If the demons from the underworld come from beneath us, they will destroy all of humanity. Everyone and everything will burn including you. I doubt they will show mercy to defenceless, fangless, disabled vampire" Giles stated calmly.

"I'm not bloody disabled!" Spike roared leaping to his feet intend on ripping the former watcher limb from limb before falling back to the chair in agony as the chip flared up.

"Save it for the demons" Giles said. Spike looked at him with hate before finally admitting defeat and nodding.

"How many of them are there?" Spike asked.

"8 in total from reports I have heard" Giles admitted.

"8?! Oh, sodding hell Rupert why don't you just get me dust myself! I can't take on 8 by myself! You might as well ask me to take a run on the bloody beach when the sun is up!" Spike moaned like a teenager.

"I have a plan for that" Giles grimaced "it is very dangerous and risky particularly for her more than anyone else. I swore I would never do it, but we can't wait for Buffy."

Spike merely stared at Giles not having a clue what he was talking about.

Joyce Summers was staring at Giles in disbelief at what he was suggesting. This had to be a dream or a prank that Buffy was playing on her. Since the day that Buffy told her she was a slayer Joyce had accepted that life was far weirder, stranger and darker than she could ever imagine but this was pushing her to breaking point. Certainly, it was far more surreal than a night watching Passions.

A million and one questions were flowing in her mind but finally she simply asked him the most obvious one that came up first "You want to make me a Slayer?"

Rupert nodded. "Yes, but it would only be temporary I assure you. The spell would last a few days, a week at most. Enough time to help us stop the end of the world."

"This is desperate!" Spike cried with his hands holding his head. The watcher had clearly lost his marbles. Here he was suggesting that they power up the slayer's mum and have her work alongside him to save the world.

"Spike!" Giles growled turning to face him "this is our best option! We don't have Buffy here; Faith is in prison and you said yourself that you cannot go up against these demons alone!"

"Yeah but an unemployed watcher and a single mother getting a spell cast on her was hardly the back up I had in mind you git!" Spike moaned he should have said no and just found himself a good seat to watch the world end.

Joyce tried not to take Spike's moans to heart as he carried on ranting and moaning at the stupidity of Giles's plan. She simply moved closer to Giles "maybe Spike is right. Is there not someone else or someone younger to do the spell? I mean I go to the gym when I can, but I'm not fit and healthy like Buffy."

"But you will be with this spell it will give you all Buffy's powers and energy like a slayer. Besides it must be you the spell can only work with a female blood relative. There is no other choice, please will you help us?" Giles begged.

Joyce grasped her necklace, rolling the pendant in her palm as she considered his words. This was the kind of thing her daughter had been doing for years even before Joyce knew about it. Saving the world how many times had Buffy risked her life to do so? The act had even cost Buffy her own life, so Joyce was aware. Now Joyce was being asked to risk her life and do the same. She gripped the pendant tighter. "Alright I will do it" she said firmly.

"Perfect" Giles breathed a sigh of relief. "We don't have much time I believe the demons plan on completing their ritual tonight. If we don't stop them by tomorrow morning the hellmouth will be open forever. Spike and I will put my spell together and you… may want to change into something more suitable for Slaying." Giles said eyeing her floaty skirt and baggy jumper.

Whilst Giles prepared his ingredients, setting them on the dining room table and Spike stole some money that had been left in a drawer that he had been snooping in Joyce returned in dark jeans and a simple hoodie. "Is this okay?" She asked.

The Giles nodded and ushered her where to stand as he began to fiddle with his ingredients once more. With the spell ready, Giles muttered some words in an ancient language that even Spike hadn't heard of, threw around some herbs and tossed a shiny rock into a small cauldron. The lights flickered in the house, there was some eldritch flame busting from the cauldron and purple smoke moved around Joyce who cried out. Her eyes flashed golden for a moment, and she rocked on her feet. Then it was done.

In the silence that followed, Spike finished the last of his coco he had been sipping and asked, "how do we know it worked?"

Giles got to his feet, looking at Joyce and then at Spike. "Well ummm… only one way to find out" he said weakly and then gestured to Spike. The blond vampire rolled his eyes and then threw his mug at Joyce. Her hand moved at super speed and she caught the mug before she even had realised. She stared wide eyed at it now in her hand.

Spike then launched himself at her. Swinging his fists and throwing a series of punches at her. She blocked and dodged all of her them. Her mind running on complete instinct and it was a slayer's instinct. She managed to grab Spike's fist as it was a about to connect with her jaw and they pushed against each other testing each other's strength. Joyce feel her blood pumping, the desire to fight, the need to kill pulse inside her. She proceeded to bring her leg up in a flash connecting against Spike's jaw forcing him to stagger back. With a yell she kicked his stomach and threw a series of moves against him.

Spike took a few blows but that didn't stop him from almost grinning as he dodged away from her and prepared for another attack. Giles quickly moved between them. "ENOUGH!" He yelled and the pair broke apart. Joyce lowering her fist as she breathed deeply almost regaining control of her body. She was wide eyed but clearly exhilarated while Spike nodded in approval at what he had seen. Maybe this plan wasn't as crazy as it seemed.

"This was a successful test" Giles muttered both relieved and impressed staring back and forth between the two. "Now shall we go ummm… save the world?"

Despite the threat of the end of the world Spike and Joyce were an effective team. Lack of experience meant Joyce's death tally was not as high as Spike's but still she was impressive on holding her own and letting the slayer instincts take control. Spike too had enjoyed himself more than he thought he would be relishing the thrill of fight and together with a little back up from Giles the world was once again safe from imminent destruction.

Arriving at Joyce's home Giles announced that he would return to his apartment straight away, wanting to do some further research on the demon's background and plans to make sure no others could attempt the same ritual again in the near future. He had muttered a quick thanks to Spike and muttered a few words when the vampire had forced him to hand over more than a few dollars to the night's work. He then, more profusely, thanked Joyce for all that she had done.

"Thank you for all you have done," he said to her and she blushed. "You were dare I say brilliant I doubt Buffy could have done better. As I say, the spell should wear off in a few days, if you have any issues or strange feelings please don't hesitate and call me."

"I will of course, thank you Rupert. Tonight, has been… different!" Joyce summed up.

"Well yes quite. Good evening." Giles agreed and with that he turned he drove off. Spike counted his newfound wealth and simply uttered a quick goodbye, disappeared into the night and then Joyce was back in her home as if nothing had happened. But it had happened she remembered and had experienced it all and she was still experiencing it. She could hear the distant rumbling of a truck that had to be...Two miles away? Slayer hearing was on the incredible side of amazing. She look down at her hands that no had only hours earlier been beating demons to death. They were her hands no younger, no different in appearance but they felt somehow more powerful. She could smell the roses from a garden a block away and despite not having turned on the lights in her house it was clear as if it was daytime. Was this what being a slayer was like? Joyce shock her head and made her way upstairs for a shower.

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Joyce tossed and turned and huffed in frustration. She looked at the clock and sighed it had been over an hour since she had gone to bed and she wasn't the least bit tired or sleepy. She rolled on her side and she closed her eyes trying to slow her breathing. For a moment all was calm before she growled in anger and threw pillow at her wall. She gritted her teeth and made her decision getting up from the bed. She moved quickly to her closet and grabbed some jeans and a dark blue blouse.

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Joyce stood pressed against the rough bark of a tree. She could sense the presence of a vampire nearby. She bit her lip; she had already dusted three more strays since she had decided to go back out into the night. She just wanted one more kill, though. She just needed one more, and maybe that would put an end to the niggling, inexplicable urges she was feeling. A soft rustling noise came from the other side of the tree, the vampire was close, and Joyce swung out from behind the tree. Her stake at the ready and her body even more ready for a fight but she grunted in annoyance at seeing who the vampire was. It was Spike with his eyes wide. Reluctantly, Joyce backed off a step or two and put her stake away.

"Spike" Joyce said disappointedly. All she wanted was to kill a final vampire and go home and sleep. Now she would have to go hunt one down again.

"The one and only" Spike relaxed having just seen his undead life flash before his eyes. "What are you doing here? That watcher git hasn't missed anymore demons, has he?"

"No, no" Joyce sighed "I just couldn't sleep, felt restless, just needed a walk."

Spike raised his scarred eyebrow at her before chuckling to himself. "It's the bed yes?" Spike asked and Joyce looked at him in confusion.

"All soft and fluffy but you can't just fall back into it. You're not wired that way at the moment. There's that little piece of you that wants to stay out and play. Wants to see what is around at night and take it for a dance. I can understand" Spike smirked at the state of her, she was clearly on edge, restless and in need of a good brawl. Typical slayer issues.

Joyce nodded "Yes! I mean no! I mean I…" She sighed in defeat of her own body. The stupid niggling urge was starting to niggle really loudly. It was as if her body, deprived of a fight, was crying for release. "I can't believe I'm acting this way." She continued "I couldn't sleep. It's just, after the slaying – the feeling is indescribable. I had to have more release it somehow."

Spike snorted "well welcome to slaying. Nothing like a buzz of a good brawl to get the blood pumping… well there are some other things" he trailed off.

Joyce looked no stared at him, her eyes sweeping over his body in a slow, appreciative assessment. The urge in her body beginning to take beg for a different kind of release and she wasn't doing well at resisting where it would take her. A war raged in her mind between the part of her that was screaming not to do anything and the part of her desperate to do everything.

"Yes, you're right… It's like I have so much energy and it's all feminine. If that makes sense." Joyce spoke moved slowly at Spike who was suddenly very aware of how she was looking at him. She couldn't be suggesting what he thought she was suggesting was she? He caught the scent of Joyce's arousal and that was all he was awestruck. She really was in need of a brawl and then some. The idea of having Joyce knowing how angry the slayer would be was all the incentive Spike needed.

"Well we have to do something about that pet" Spike whispered taking in her body with his eyes and imaging what he would do to such a prize. He brought his hand up to Joyce's throat, trailing lightly his black-painted nails over the tender flesh, sucking at his teeth as if imagining the taste of the blood flowing just beneath his fingertips. Joyce closed her eyes and moaned at the touch.

She opened them again and saw Spike's full of lust mirroring her own. This was so wrong, Joyce knew it, but she was enjoying this feeling. She hadn't felt like this since… Mr Giles, the former librarian and Buffy's watcher when they'd regressed to an adolescent state of mind. It had to be said, Spike was stunning, if completely unsubtle in his good looks. The older woman felt her pulse quicken as she watched a knowing smile cross those his lips. Spike knew the desire she was feeling, he revelled in it and Joyce herself was excited by that sheer arrogance. What Spike promised were not gentle kisses and soft touches, it was sweaty, animal, sexual release and Joyce wanted nothing more at this moment.

She moved forward and kissed him roughly. Spike's cool lips covered hers as he grabbed her and pulled against him. Joyce sucked greedily on his tongue as he ran his hands down her back. She gasped at the forcefulness of Spike's embrace; god she had not felt this wild in years. She wanted this, she wanted more, and she wanted it now. They pushed and pulled together hands roaming each other, tongues clashing against each other as they moved towards a crypt nearby.

The two crashed though the door mad with lust as they fell on the floor. Joyce moaned as Spike ripped open her shirt. Her bra was off a second later and with a predatory smile he leaned forward towards her cleavage, ravaging her skin, at once bruising and caressing her. Joyce's hands clamped to the sides of Spike's head, guiding him to the spots that ached the most for his touch. She could not keep her hips from grinding against his as he continued his torture of her.

He'd never seen Joyce quite like this. She almost burned with energy and life. Whether it was because of the spell or because of the slaying or both he couldn't tell, but he wasn't complaining. Spike shrugged off his jacket growling in need for her. Even though he'd lost his bite, he was still a vampire and he was determined that when he was finished with her, she'd never look at another man again. Joyce in her lustful state was dimly aware of Spike roughly pushing off his coat and they broke contact for him to discard the offending garment. Then Joyce's mouth was hot upon his again, full lips more demanding to make up for that brief distraction. The rest of their clothes were thrown around the crypt in a similar fashion, like layers of skin being peeled off until there was flesh pressing wonderfully against flesh. When he pushed down his boxers – the last item he still wore – her eyes widened, and she actually licked her lips. She was going to enjoy this.

Oh, god, please, oh... fuck. That was the last semi-coherent thought that ran through Joyce's brain when Spike entered her pussy and her lips were captured roughly in another kiss that drove away logic and reason. All at once it was clear - she and Spike were the same as a slayer and a vampire. Built for killing and fucking. Built for each other and now they were proving this fact. How did slayers not do this all the time with vampires she would never understand.

Joyce's nails raked against Spike's back, encouraging him ever deeper and faster. Impassioned cries escaped through her lips, growing louder as her senses melted. Spike groaned at the feel of her, her hot body underneath his cold one. The smell of her scent and ever-present feel of her blood it was intoxicating. Joyce moaned but bit her lip as she found that Spike's thrusts just weren't reaching that spot. He was almost being too safe and soft with her. With a growl of frustration, Joyce pushed away from her with all her might, causing Spike to land flat on his back against the wall of the crypt.

Something primitive took over inside of Joyce, and she knew she had no chance of controlling it. She launched herself at Spike who was just getting up to his feet and she jumped on top of Spike in a heartbeat. Spike's head slammed back banging against the wall as he gasped as she impaled herself on him. Growling himself he spun round slamming her against the wall. Her back against the wall, Joyce locked her legs around his waist as he began to thrust into her harder than ever before.

With her back pressed against something solid Joyce began to meet his thrusts, her legs locking around his back and her hands clutching his shoulders. Spike moaned at the feel of her and confident in her slayer strength there was no need for him to hold back. Her whole body burned gloriously at Spike's touch and she could meet him as an equal, match him, body to body. No need for him to hold back for fear of her mortal fragility. She was a slayer and she could take it. They pushed against the wall, smashing against it with such force the walls cracked and dented. Until with his roar and her cries they came together falling onto the floor.

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"Ooh...that spot - go back to that spot," Joyce groaned/instructed between heaving breaths.

"What, here?" asked Spike, retracing his tongue over a spot of skin just under her collarbone. Joyce moaned heartily in response. Spike grinned Well... the events earlier had answered one question that had always lurked at the back of his mind. What was it like to be with Slayer? Granted he would always pick killing them over shagging them but still that little question had been there in the back of his mind.

"Found a good bit, have I Slayer?" Spike teased leaning up to kiss her again. Joyce bit her lip and nodded her mind operated on a sensory level only. She couldn't think about what Spike was doing to her, such wonderful things that she'd craved without even knowing it. Touching her here, stroking there, bringing her to the point of no return. He was the abyss and she had fallen in.

Joyce groaned as Spike began to kiss and suck her way downwards, pausing to give Joyce's breasts the attention they craved from his wonderfully talented mouth. Further kisses were trailed down her stomach, until Spike reached the soft thatch of damp blonde curls that framed Joyce's sex. Spike smirked at her briefly before diving straight in, his tongue swirling around the slick passage, drawing the secret, sweet moisture into his mouth. Strong hands held Joyce's squirming hips still.

Joyce let out a silent scream as her back arched as she felt Spike's tongue do its magic inside her. Her pupils were dilated, and her cheeks flushed as she responded to him. His tongue was like a snake inside her, deeper than she thought possible. Her hands curled up into fists as she panted as Spike continued his torture on her. Maybe this was how he was going to kill her, but she had to admit what a way to go. The scent of sex swam in his senses and the taste of her was better than any blood he had ever had. Joyce emitted something between a moan and a strangled shout as she started to rub herself against Spike's tongue, delighting in the furious friction until the ache exploded outwards and she screwed her eyes shut as she rode the sensation.

Spike moved up and smiled as he watched her body tremble because of his actions. Joyce felt nothing but pleasure pulsating through her body as she breathed deeply and tried to regain control of her thumbing heart. One thing about a Slayer, they recover quickly even in sex. So, it was hardly a surprise when Joyce moved up and greedily took Spike's tongue into her mouth, tasting her own salty moisture that coated his lips and mouth and almost delighting at her own taste. He felt hard himself as he moved himself into position and pushed into her. Joyce gasped but clung onto him as he plunged deeply into her passage, rubbing against her delicate walls relentlessly.

He pushed into her harder and she groaned. He was a very big boy, but she was determined to have him whole. Spike smiled down at her, taking almost as much pleasure in her obvious contentment as in the feel of being surrounded by her, the glorious slip and slide of her moving under him. Her throat gleamed at him and he could see the pulse thundering just under the skin. The blood, always there, a temptation and a delight. He quicken his pace as he moved inside her. He hadn't had a chance to shag someone this royally since Dru and he was loving every second of it.

Joyce began to moan as her climax approached and began to move more urgently. He slipped his fingers down to the junction of their bodies, manipulating her clit and she rocked and gasped and came, clenching all around him inside her, pulling him with her towards her. He couldn't hold back anymore and spilt his dead seed inside her as they both fell down into an abrupt ecstasy.

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Sunlight moved over the graveyard as day broke coming to the crypt where Spike and Joyce lay sleeping after last night's antics. It moved into the crypt from the now wide-open broken door they has smashed though last night. As its rays entered the room it caught Spike's naked foot and he howled in pain rolling out of the way and clutching it in pain.

"Balls!" He cursed rubbing the burned flesh checking to see the damage.

"Not in too much pain I hope" a voice muttered behind him. He turned and grinned as he saw who it belonged to. his injury already forgotten as he took the sight of a naked Joyce lying on his leather jacket on the crypt table stretching like a cat. She was a beauty and he could already feel himself getting hard at the sight of her.

"No not no pain at all" Spike said moving towards her. Her eyes shining and playful as she wrapped her arms around him as he moved on top of her. Last night had been the wildest, most exciting one of her life and she still felt the slayer urges pulse inside her.

"So how long did Giles say it would be until the spell wore off?" Spike asked kissing her neck. Joyce sighed as he did this feeling him harden over her.

"A few days he believed" She moaned as he sucked on her pulse.

"And how long until the slayer would return?" Spike asked moving to himself to be level with her and pushed his cold undead cock inside of her.

Joyce bit her lip and gasped in pleasure "a few days I think" she gasped as he began to thrust into her. Spike moaned himself as she gripped him like a vice. Damn those slayer muscles he thought to himself. He pushed harder inside her spurred on the idea of all the things he could try on her the slayer's mom no less. "Well guess we should make the most of it then" he purred to her chuckling to himself.

But before he could get into any sort of rhythm Joyce pushed him off and he landed hard on the floor. She laughed as he saw his confused expression and slinked down to him and sank down onto his hardened erection. The blonde woman grinned with satisfaction as she pinned his arms down to the floor. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle." She said seductively.

"Really?" Spike squeaked groaning as she rode him.

"Maybe." Joyce said before attacking his mouth with hers.

The End