part5
Calm
Before the Storm- part 5 of "All that Heaven Allows
Series"
by: Isabelle
-Disclaimer: All of the main
characters are owned by Josh Weddon and the WB. Lyrics One
by Creed.
-Rated: PG-13 (Language, Adult
Situations)
-Summary: Fifth part of a Spike
and Buffy series. S/B related. Spike and Buffy are taken by a
rich underground demon-group with the purpose of being sold in an
auction for millions. The plot thickens as they grow closer to
each other and try to find a way back home. This story is set
right after Season 4, so Season 5 hasn't happened, and won't
happen.
-Author's Note: Please send
feedback! Tell me what you think, I am far from done, many
surprises ahead! My email is bih80@yahoo.com
Thanks again to my roommate,
Karla, for editing the stories!
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Affirmative may be justified
take from one give to another
The goal is to be unified
take my hand be my brother
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(Day of aution, Egypt)
"How long do you think
they'll keep us in here?" Buffy asked Spike as he passed
back and forth in the 'cage' that the guards had transfered all
the prisioners into.
He paused and looked at her, she
was sitting in the floor with a withered Taqa lying on her lap,
his head was propped up on her knee and his body was covered with
Spike's duster.
"Probably 'til the buyin'
begins" he said running a hand through his short blonde
hair. He had recovered fully from his operation in one short day.
Buffy had stayed by his bedside the entire time. At the end she
looked so tired and weak he forced her to eat something and get
some rest.
But the worst was that his
strength was gone, he could feel his demon ragging inside,
tormenting him and taunting him for his debility.
Her strength was also gone, she
was as vulnerable as any twenty year old girl. She still had her
fighting skills, but against unhumans it was worthless. They had
come to their room the day before, holding him at stake point
while they injected her arm with the yellow substance.
She had cried out for him when
they did it, but again he was weak and there was nothing he could
have done to help her. After they left, she had sobbed against
his chest, and for the first time in his life he had felt how
tiny and small she was. So pure and soft it was almost unbearable
to see her like this.
That night they had slept
together, finding comfort in each other's presence.
Today was different. There was
rage cursing through his vein and he was ready to kill the first
thing that threatened his or her life.
He had talked to the immortals for
a while and they were planning a surprise escape. But their
strength had also been drugged. The plan was chattered.
So he mentioned nothing to Buffy
in fear of giving her false hopes, he knew that, at the moment,
she was willing to try anything.
There she sat on the dirty floor
holding the dying man in her lap.
Taqa was another thing, didn't
they see he was dying?
But still the old man was being
left to wither away in dirty prison cells, on top of a girl he
hardly knew.
"William..." the soft
voice came.
Spike instantly reacted and was
down on the floor next to the man who had not spoken in hours.
"Taqa?" he asked bending
over.
The wise man slightly opened his
eyes and smiled at Spike.
"Fight for it
William........if you want it..........fight for it." He
said reminding Spike of the dream he had the night of the
operation.
Spike paled, he hoped Taqa said
nothing he did not want Buffy to hear. "How? How do I fight
it?"
The old man took a deep breath
finding his strength. "Today.......I leave this world."
He paused.
Buffy felt tears swell in her
eyes, but she had cried so much in the past two weeks she didn't
have the strength to cry anymore.
"No Taqa, don't say
that." Spike said shakily.
Taqa smiled. "Always
stubborn."
Spike smiled in spite of the
situation.
"Listen to me.........when
they take me.......keep looking at me............I'll let you
know when the time comes........" he whispered.
"Time comes for what?"
Buffy asked fearing the old man might expire.
Taqa took a deep breath.
"William, my time has come...........but I will repay for an
old favor to an old friend...."
Spike was frustrated, he didn't
understand. "Taqa?"
"Long ago you gave me the
chance to live......today I pass that chance.....to....you."
With that, the old man fell asleep again having used all of his
remaining strength.
Spike stared at the figure trying
to process the information, he hated when he talked in riddles.
Buffy passed her trembling hand
over the man features and looked at Spike. "Spike?"
He looked at her and found tears
cursing down her face, "Today he dies" was all that
Spike could say before the metal door pulled open and five large
guards busted in. They grabbed both the immortals and dragged
them out of the door before anyone could protest. Some of the
other creatures started making noise while they started dragging
prisoners out, Spike stood in front of Taqa and Buffy
protectively.
But it was not them who the guards
where after, and soon they were the only ones left.
The payments silenced the masses
Sanctified by oppression
Unity took a back seat
Sliding further into regression
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"Egypt."
"What?" Joyce asked
jumping from her seat.
"Egypt, that's were it's
being held this year." Angel responded looking around the
room at the tired and worried faces.
"And you're sure they're
there?" Xander asked. He couldn't sit quietly.
"Positively, actually my
source tells me that they are to be the 'specials'." Angel
responded.
"What does that mean?"
Riley asked, his eyes narrow with the tought of Buffy being hurt
by some rich demon cult.
"That means that they will be
sold to the highest bider, the special are usually rarities, like
royals, masters, things of that sort." Giles said passing
the room.
"But Buffy..." Willow
started.
"She's a Slayer." Angel
said looking down. "It has been forbidden........until
now."
"What makes her
different?" Xander cried.
"She quit the council."
Giles stated in almost horror.
"You mean they did this to
her?" Riley asked walking towards the man.
Giles shook his head in
frustration. "They didn't do it,.........they allowed
it."
Everyone was silent for a while.
"What does Spike have to do
with this?" Joyce asked Giles.
"I...I don't know." he
responded.
"He's a Master Vampire."
Angel stated. "Never has a master Vampire and a slayer
worked together, they were practically sitting targets for the
rich and powerful."
"Oh Goddess!" Willow
exclaimed and Tara was at her side immediately.
"What I don't understand is
why don't they fight, I mean Buffy by no means is weak, and
Spike,...well although he has the chip he can fight demon, and
they're all demons." Cordilia asked from next to Angel.
"If the council is behind
this, which I have no doubt that they are, they must have taken
her strength away." Giles said rubbing his temples.
"Her strength?" Riley
asked. "How can they take that away?"
"Council is the only one with
the antidote for Slayer strength." he said "Temporary,
but enough to weaken her to a normal human."
Joyce gasped. Spike couldn't fight
because of the chip and Buffy had no strength, the fear of never
seeing her daughter again filled her mind.
"Wait! Cordy didn't you say
that in your vision you saw Spike in a hospital bed?" Xander
asked getting a sudden illumination.
"Yeah, his head was bandaged
and Buffy was holding his hand while he was in pain." she
replied remembering the phanthasm.
"They took his chip
out." Willow realized in a very worried tone.
"He could kill her!"
Xander and Riley shouted at the same time.
"NO!" Angel said
standing up. "He won't kill her."
They all stared at him in
surprise.
"I agree with him."
Joyce spoke up from her chair. "He wouldn't hurt her."
"How do we know this?"
Riley asked exasperated.
"I know my childe, he won't
hurt her." Angel said staring at Riley.
"Well he's only tried to kill
her five hundred times." Xander said mockingly.
"Guys!! Hello!" Cordilia
cried. They all looked at her as she walked to the center of the
room. "Does anyone even care to analyze the rest of the
vision? After the hospital, after the auction, he helps her
escape."
"And then she was crying in a
field." Willow finished for her with sadness in her voice.
Everyone understood, in the near
future a master vampire would sacrifice himself to save a slayer.
"I'm going to Egypt."
Angel stated standing up and heading to the door.
"What do you mean you're
going?" Cordilia cried after him.
"I am NOT going to stand here
and let my childe die, leaving Buffy all alone." he said
looking hard at her "They need us."
"I'm going with you."
she said.
"So am I." Riley said
from his side of the room. "She's my girlfriend." he
added.
Angel glared at him.
"Fine." He looked at Joyce. "Don't worry Joyce
we'll bring her back."
With that he turned with Cordy and
Riley on foot.
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One, oh one
the only way is one
One, oh one
the only way is one
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(Egypt)
"Are you sure this
is wise?" Roderick asked the princess as she was leaving his
office.
"Roderick, nothing you do is
very wise, per 'se, but I don't question your motives." She
looked straight at him.
He sighted. "Fine, go and
have a nice chat." He waved his hand carelessly for her to
leave.
She smiled "I'll see you in a
while, darling."
She hated the smell of prisons,
they stunk of death and blood. But she gathered her composture
and kept walking down the hall. She was escorted by three guards.
"We moved them this morning,
highness, for the auction that is." the Jailer named Pili
said over his shoulder.
"What condition are they
in?" she asked looking at the walls full of debree and dirt.
"Weak, they can't hurt
you." he responded and stood in front of a large door.
"Good." she smiled and
the door sung open to reveal the Slayer on the floor with the old
wise man lying on her lap asleep and the master vampire passing
the room in frustration.
They both turned to look at the
beauty in the door.
Spike eyed her carefully, she
didn't smell human, and a look in her eyes reminded him of
Drusilla.
Buffy was repulsed by her, looking
all glamourus and clean. She was exotically beautiful and she saw
Spike eyeing her appreciatively and a pang of jealousy rang
through her ears.
"Who are you?" Spike
asked as she entered the room gracefully.
"I'll ask the
questions." she stated and walked carefully to stand in
front of him. They waited for her to talk. "You're
Spike." she eyed him carefully.
"Am I allowed to answer the
question?" he said harshly. Buffy smiled to her self, he was
not intimidated with the woman.
She got closer to him. "Tell
me, are you going to be this difficult?"
"Lady, I have been
imprisoned, poisoned, cut open, and debilitated, 'difficult' is a
light reaction to what I am feeling."
She smiled at him and stood back.
"Good."
"Good?" Buffy repeated
from her position.
Kamilah glazed her eyes down to
Buffy then looked back at Spike. "Take off your shirt."
Spike snorted. "Sure,
darlin'"
Her eyes bore in to him and her
smile faded. "Don't be 'difficult', William, I want
to inspect the merchandise."
A menacing growl came from Spike's
throat, so animalistic it frightened Buffy. "I am no bloody
piece of merchandise, you bitch."
"If I decide to buy you,
darling, you will be whatever I want you to be." She
responded.
Buffy was growing furious, how
dare she just waltz in here, all perfumated and talk down to him
like that?!
"Take it off." she
repeated.
Spike looked at Buffy who was
turning beat red with anger.
Kamilah noticed and glanced at the
slayer.
"Tell your boy to remove his
shirt." she said to Buffy who was looking at her intently.
"He's his own man, and he
does what he what he wants." Buffy responded coldly never
removing her eyes from Kamilah.
"Do you want to live?"
she asked them. They didn't answer. They were tired of being
threatened by creatures they would be able to defeat on any other
day.
"Do you want her to
live?" she asked again looking directly at Spike.
She knew the answer and didn't
move until he complied.
Spike slowly reached for the back
neck of his shirt and pulled it off his head.
Buffy gulped, Good God, he's
fine. She thought. Then glared at the approval look that the
woman was giving Spike's body.
Kamilah looked appreciatively at
Spike's hard chest. He could have fooled anyone with the black
duster he always wore. But underneath the leather was the stone.
Hard chiseled, white sculpted chest, that looked as if carved
from pure adamantine.
She smiled and walked around him
eyeing him appreciatively, up and down, from his bulging
shoulders to his washboard stomach.
Spike was fumming. This had gone
far enough, he felt like he had been placed on display. He didn't
mind the attention, in fact attention from beautiful women were
one of his favorite things. But this was not a woman, she was a
demon who felt, smelled, and looked evil, as evil as they come.
"Glad you're pleased, pet."
He said through clenched teeth.
She stood in front of him once
again. "Shirt?" she asked extending her hand that
clickled with the noise of golden bracelets.
He hardened his jaw and cocked his
head, raising an eyebrow. He stared at her until he gave up, she
was not the yielding kind. He handed her his black t-shirt.
She smiled and took it.
"Good. Glad we have an understanding." She turned to
walk out but paused and looked back at him. "And
this.." she said, signaling his shirtless apparel. "Get
used to it, from now on you go shirtless."
"Excuse me." Buffy said
in a hard voice.
"Pet..." Spike warned
her, but she ignored him.
"Who the hell are you?"
she continued.
Kamilah stoped and looked at Buffy
with almost a warning stare.
"Princess Kamilah Habu, and
soon to be your master." she said with the authority she
knew she possesed.
"You can't be a Habu, Hadi
died last year and left no heir to the throne." Spike
sneered at her.
Kamilah smiled at his knowledge,
she was going to have fun with this one.
"Aren't you the little
informant?" she asked sarcastically. "Me and my twin
brother were hidden for our protection, in two days we will
retake the throne."
Spike jumped "Are you crazy?
Do you know what happens if the portal opens?" he cried.
"What portal? What's going
on, Spike?" Buffy asked setting down Taqa and standing to
look at Spike. But his eyes flared daggers at Kamilah.
"Relax, darling, it's all
been taken care off." she said dismissively. Not letting
them get a word in she walked out the cell, shuting the door
behind her.
I feel angry I feel helpless
Want to change the world
I feel violent I feel alone
Don't try and change my mind
Buffy turned to look at Spike's
worried face.
"What portal?" she asked
again.
Spike became aware of her presence
and looked at her. "We have to find help." he stated,
then started to pace the room.
She looked at him while his face
twisted in anger and frustration. "Spike!" she cried,
he looked at her.
She looked ticked off and he
shrugged.
"Luv, the portal is what
separates hell and earth. If the portal is opened at the right
precise time, the wrath of Anro Mainyus will pass through and
rule over the earth." he said with almost fear in his eyes.
"What is
handromayonnaise?" she asked still confused.
"Anro Mainyus." he
corrected her.
"Whatever."
"It's the Arabic name for
Satan, you know the 'big bad' with capital B." He continued.
"If this happens we basically have hell on earth."
"What is it with demons and
trying to end the world?" she asked to no one in particular.
"Hey!"
"Sorry, except for
thou." she said sarcastically.
"We have to get help! We have
to tell your watcher, we've got to get Angel, him and I have see
this before." he said and continued rambling not looking at
her.
"I am the only one here with
rational thought?!" She cried at him.
He gave her a confused look.
"WE are about to be sold, in
a couple of minutes guards will walk in this door and drag us to
be sold to 'Ho number two and her twin asshole, and we have no
strength to fight it, do you remember that?" she shrilled.
"Hey! The world is about to
get turned to one big sauna and your worried 'bout ball and
chains? I though YOU were the slayer?" he screamed back at
her. "I am the one who's supposed to be dancing at the
thought of seeing the 'horned one', not you!"
"I am NOT happy with hell
paying us a visit, but in case you forgot we are trapped,
Spike!" she was fumming with anger. "Nobody knows where
we are at, no one's gonna know what hit them because by this time
tomorrow that, that, that, ho is gonna be taking off more than
your shirt!"
"We don't have time for this,
Slayer." he said getting more upset by the minute.
"Why not? I am not going
anywhere and neither are you! For now.." she cried.
"Why is this bothering you so
much?" he asked loudly shortening the distance between them
until their noses were almost touching.
"What is bothering me so
much? The fact that you are ignoring the current problem!!"
She lifted her chin.
"No, the fact that it's
pissing you off that her worshipfulness will have her hands all
over me by tomorrow afternoon." he said looking into her
angry eyes.
"Oh Please!" she cried
turning bright red. "Aren't you the conceded one? As if I
would think of YOU as anything more than a mere vampire?"
she cried.
"And you're the weak
slayer."
Her eyes widened at his retort,
how dare he play with her debilities, Well two can play at
this game.
"And you just keep on running
into ho's that will eventually use you silly." she screamed
at him.
"Well at least I don't fuck
the person I love and then run a sword through them!" he
shouted. "Better yet I don't shag captain' peanut everynight
and the second I'm kidnapped I forget his name!"
She felt tears of hurt raising to
her eyes, but it only got her madder she instinctively reached
her hand up and slapped him hard across his jaw.
He looked at her astonished. He
knew he had hit a weak spot and she was not going to take it from
him. Before he knew what he was doing he reached out and grabbed
her shoulders, smashing his mouth on hers.
She was shocked beyond words, he
was kissing her! All the intensity of the arguments had boiled
her blood over and she was not only lonely at the moment but
horny at the same time. She immediately kissed him back savoring
his cold tongue and wrapping her arms around his hard shoulders.
Both pressing into each other
until their bodies couldn't get any closer. She felt his bulge
press against her thigh and she moaned in pleasure.
He had tangled his hand in her
soft hair and was twirling his fingers in it until they were numb
with the pure joy of the feeling of her silk.
She pulled away to take a breath
and he didn't waist anytime and started on her neck. Her nails
grabbed and scratched his shoulders in pleasure. She wanted him
so bad, all she was feeling, frustration, anger, jealousy, hurt,
sadness, desperation, and her love for him that they had
concealed for so long was fired in that kiss.
He could hardly believe that she
had kissed him back, so willingly, so desperately. Desperate,
that's what they were, he knew it, but he also knew that he loved
her more than unlife. He didn't know whether she loved him or not
but for that one moment he could pretend, pretend was good, good
enough for him.
They were abrutly interrupted by
the harsh opening of the door. Both pulled back with arms still
encircled around each other. The guards walked in.
"Let's go you three." he
said.
Buffy and Spike looked at each
other then at Taqa who was sleeping peacefully on the floor
covered with Spike's coat. They felt ashamed that they had
forgotten their friend all in a moment of lust.
Buffy was still breathing hard
when Spike let her go to carry the old man. The loss of his touch
made her feel vulnerable and needy. She watched his strong back
as he lifted easily the old man.
Spike looked at her and saw the
fear in her eyes, he motioned for her to lead the way and she
did.
The guards let them through some
stairs, until they reached the top that led to a door. It was
opened easily and they were motioned to go in.
A loud rumbling noise was getting
louder and louder by the minute.
Entering they found that the wall
on the other side was indeed not a wall but prison type bars that
showed the grand room. Buffy jumped when she saw the sight before
her. They were on the ground floor of a coliseum looking
structure.
The structure expanded upwards as
far as her eyes could see, it must have been ten stories high,
made out of solid brick and cement. The roof was covered with
aluminum linning that prevented sunlight from dropping in. The
interior rows were filled to capacity by every type of demon
known to man.
In the top levels were the roudier
crowd, they were screaming and shouting in languages she didn't
understand. At the bottom part of the coliseum was the bidding
crowd. Rich, powerful demons, vampires, you name it.
She turned around to help Spike
with Taqa, but before she could reach for them two of the guards
started to yank him out of Spike arms.
"What the bloody hell do you
think you're doing?" he asked keeping the old man's body out
of rearch.
"It's his turn!" The
guard yelled at him.
"Fuck you!" Spike spit
back.
Buffy ran to them "Stay away
from him!"
The guard looked at the slayer and
roughly backhanded slamming her against the wall.
Spike instantly morphed torn
between killing the guard before him or letting Taqa go.
"No William, no more
bloodshed." the old man in his arms said. "Its my
time."
Spike fought to control himself
and pulled his demon back in.
Buffy struggled to her feet, her
entire body aching, she hobbled to where Spike was at and gave
the guard a nasty look.
"Naqa......I can't."
Spike almost whispered out of anger and frustration.
The old man smiled at him.
"Let me go, William.....remember to look at me, never avert
your gaze from me."
Spike nodded. "Thank
You" was all he could say before the guards took the old man
who was wrapped in his coat from his arms leaving him standing
there with open arms were he had held his mentor.
Buffy's tears started to come,
knowing how much pain this was causing him and her. She truly
cared for the wise man, and she could only imagine how much it
hurt Spike.
He just stood there looking at the
door. Then down at his arms.
Buffy came up behind him and
snaked her arms gently around his bare waist, bringing her head
down to his back. "C'mon." she whispered tugging him
lightly.
"I can't watch." he said
hoarsely.
"You promised him." she
said looking up at his bent head.
He turned and walked to the bars
that showed the arena. Here they had a clear view of the stage
where they had sold the others and where Taqa would be auctioned,
and soon where they would stand.
He just stared at the inhumanism
before his eyes. It repulsed him, this was not right, he felt it
in his bones. His face hardened when he saw Taqa being brought to
the "stage" wrapped in Spike's duster, in the arms of
the guard who had hit Buffy.
He remembered her and turned to
find her looking in horror at the scene before her, he stretched
out his hand for her to take it.
Tears were building in her eyes as
she realized what would happen to them in a few minutes. She
looked down at his offered hand and laced her warm fingers into
his cold ones giving her a bit of reassurance. At least they had
each other.
He pulled her towards him till
they both stood in front of the bars looking into the crowd, who
had begun to shout and scream as the wise had been recognized.
Buffy burried her head in Spike
shoulder unable to look at the guards forcing Taqa to stand on
his own. His body was so weak it waved from side to side like a
leaf in the wind.
Spike swallowed and braced
himself, squeezing Buffy hand for reassurance. They stood there
as the old man gathered his last strength and turned his body to
look at the doomed couple.
Society blind by color
Why hold down one to raise another
Discrimination now on both sides
Seed of hate blossom further
Spike's eyes met Taqa's. He heard
the words in his head "Fight for it, William.".
Spike's eyes grew round as he watched in slow motion Taqa raise
his arms to the ceiling and whispered words that he did not
understand.
A sudden force so unexplainable,
so undescribable hit Spike with such intensity that he flew clear
across the cage, smashing his body against the concrete and
slumping down to the floor.
Taqa's body was gone, disappeared,
vanished into thin air. The only trace of his presence was
Spike's discarded coat laying lifeless on the stage.
Buffy was in a state of shock. She
watched in horror as Spike's body was thrown across the room,
hitting him against the wall and slipping to the floor where he
had curled up into a fetal position.
She practically ran to his side.
"Spike!" she cried bending over him. "What
happened?" she was frantic.
He slowly rose and sat up looking
at her in shock. "No." he stated
"What happened?" she
said as a hand went up to touch his face.
"I feel,....weird." he
said looking past her to where Taqa had stood. Then suddenly a
need to breath over came to him and he started coughing
violently. Gasping for air.
Buffy watched him in horror.
Thinking he was choking she started to pat his back but he shook
his head.
"What's wrong?" she
asked worried.
He finished coughing and slowly
concentrated on breathing.
"Spike......why are you
panting?" she asked shakily.
"I'm breathing." he
almost whispered.
She shook her head in denial.
"I'm breathing." he
repeated. "I need to breath."
Instinctively she reached out and
placed a hand on his bare chest. His chest was rising and
falling, rhythmically, then something hit her, so soft yet so
hard.
She couldn't remove her hand but
her body shook in realization. She slowly raised her sight to
meet his. He was a sight of pure shock.
"Your heart is beating,
Spike." she said almost in a whisper.
The world is heading for mutiny
When all we want is unity
We may raise and fall, but in the end
We meet our fate together
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"What's the news?"
Cordilia practically shouted as Angel walked in through the door.
He looked up at her avoiding
Riley's piercing eyes.
"They're being sold as we
speak." he said quietly.
"What?" Cordy pipped.
"So what do we do?"
Riley asked ready to rescue his girlfriend and kill anyone or
anything that had hurt her.
"We wait." Angel stated.
He walked into the hotel room and sat on the edge of one of the
beds.
"Wait?" Riley nearly
screamed at him. "We've been waiting for days! Weeks! I
can't wait any longer, not when she's so near."
"We wait, if you ever want to
see her, we wait." Angel said annoyed at the boy.
"Why?" Cordy said
worried about the news that Angel might have found.
He knew what she meant and looked
at her large brown eyes.
"If we bust in right now,
they will kill them.....if we wait until they are sold we'll
track them down and get them out." he replied taking his
shoes off.
"But wait a second, what if
they take them out of the country? What then? What if they want
to kill her?" Riley asked turning colors.
"They'll keep them here. I
found out who's buying them." Angel said rubbing the back of
his neck.
"Who?" Cordy asked
taking his shoes from where he had thrown them in the floor and
placed them in thier "closet".
"The Habu family."
"Who's that?" Riley
asked taking a seat across from Angel on the other bed.
"The richest demon family on
earth." he responded.
"Richest?" Cordy's head
came into view with the magic word.
"Yes." Angel said giving
her a glare.
"Touchy much?" she
replied.
"But they could kill
her." Riley said trying to get his attention back for more
answers.
"And Spike." Cordilia
said "Wait, erase that."
"Nobody's dying! They are not
going to pay millions of dollars to sacrifice them." Angel
stood.
"So what are they planning
with them?" Riley asked looking at the vampire.
Angel looked at Cordy "Well
that's what we have to find out."
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"Marhaba, sir." The
guard said to the man in the Armani suit.
"Evening, Kama." he
replied.
"How can I help you
sir?"
"I'm here to see the
'specials'" He replied.
"Do you have clearance,
sir?"
The man gave the guard a hard
insulting look.
"Of course you do, pardon me,
please follow me."
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One, oh one
the only way is one
One, oh one
the only way is one
"How can this happen?"
Buffy asked a now pacing Spike.
For the past twenty minutes they
had found that all his physical qualities were human, yet his
strength and healing abilities were still vampiric.
"What are you?" she
asked looking at him.
"Buffy, if I had all the
answers I would not be worried." Spike said annoyed.
She stoped for a moment and
realized he had used her name. Bringing a small pleased smile to
her face.
He looked at her smiling.
"This is funny?" he asked.
"No, its not that."
"Then what?"
"My name,........you called
me by my name." she said looking down.
Spike shrugged. "Well it's
yours ain't it?"
She nodded quickly and
dismissively.
"They're gonna kill you
aren't they?" she asked him after a while. "I mean if
they find out....."
He looked at her face, she was
almost sad.
"I don't know, luv." he
replied quietly.
She took a deep breath and nodded.
"No theories then?" she
asked playing with her hands.
He walked over and sat next to her
in the floor. Both of them with feet outstretched before them and
their backs leaning against the cold wall.
"Not one." he said
looking straight ahead.
"I am glad." she said
finally after a long silence.
He looked at her to find her
staring at him.
"I mean not glad with the
timing,..........but glad with what happened." she said
quietly.
He took a deep breath not wanting
to break the moment.
"C'mere." he said
offering her his arms for a warm embrace.
She slid closer to him wrapping
one arm around his waist and laying her head on his warm bare
chest, with the other hand she brought it gently next to her
head. His heart was beating loudly underneath her, his chest was
rising and falling with the orgasmic rhythm of breath.
She smiled when he wrapped his
arms around her in a loving embrace. Somehow this was different
than the others they had shared, this time they were clear of the
attraction between each others and this time it was an embrace
that cried: I need you.
Spike looked down at her, she was
smiling. He was taken back at how beautiful she was, in reaction
his heart started to beat wildly. She noticed and looked up at
him with a sly smile.
"Am I making you nervous,
baby?" she asked.
Spike looked at her teasing face
and smirked. Without saying a word he slowly moved in on her
until their noses were almost touching.
She looked into his blue eyesand
saw nothing but love. Slowly she raised her head and kissed his
nose. Then looked at him, his eyes were cloudy with lust.
Bringing one hand up to her face
he cupped it in his large hand.
She nervously licked her bottom
lip in anticipation.
He saw her gesture and smiled.
"Am I making YOU nervous, baby?"
She couldn't wait more and brought
her hand up to his neck pulling his head down to meet her mouth.
The instant before their mouths
touched the door was unlooked and opened.
They instantly jumped and looked
at the door.
A man walked in.
"Lawrence?" Buffy said
still in Spike's arms.
I feel angry i feel helpless
Want to change the world
I feel violent i feel alone
Don't try and change my mind
TBC...............
I loved the slaping scene, it was
my favorite to write, I love them arguing, it always gets personal
and spicy!!
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