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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