Part Five-Spike
The dark crowed bar is screaming tonight with Happy Meals on legs. It's been over fours days since I last had a warm meal. All that time locked up with the sick slayer, taking care of her, listening to her cries, smelling her blood from her wounds. I have control issues I know that. I smile; soon I'll have my meal.
There is barely enough space to move around the bar as I order a beer. The flashing strobe casting eerie shadows on all the humans as the blaring music deafens them. I am so hungry I have to contain my demon least it comes out too early.
"Hey stranger, wanna dance?" A gorgeous raven-haired seductress purrs in my ear.
I turn and hold out my hand to her, then lead her to the dance floor. I love the thrill of the hunt, the spice of the blood when I take a victim in the open. We begin to dance and it's apparent from the beginning that it's more than a dance this woman wants, well it's more than a dance that I want too.
I smile at her and let her move close to me and then I nuzzle her neck-she leans in closer to me-rubbing against me-teasing me. If I were a man I would be truly turned on, or truly pissed. Instead I gently lift her hair away from her neck as she lets out a sigh.... I try not to be too obvious that I'm arranging her hair to hide what I'm about to do.
I pull back and smile at her again, to reassure her that I want her. And oh how I do want her! I'm about to give her the thrill of her life! The fact that it will be the last thing she ever does in her life doesn't bother me.
I wait for just the right time, just the right beat of the music when it grows too loud to hear the scream.
Then strike!
I change so fast that she isn't even aware of it until I bite down and then I slam her mind with the full force of a master vampire's feeding thrall. The scream dies on her lips, as she's totally overwhelmed. The fact that she had a nice buzz on from some kind drug only helps me control her mind completely.
I taste her orgasm right as her heart gives one more beat and then stops.
I've done this so many time I instinctively keep on dancing while I move us into a dark corner where I can deposit the body. I arrange her hair so it covers the wound; they won't find her until after closing time, which by then I'll be long gone from this place and on to the next one.
*****
I let myself into the house sated and full just before sunrise. I still feel warm from my victims' blood. All I can think about is going to sleep. But, first I want to check on the Slayer.
I silently open the door to her room and notice that she's sitting at the table in the corner. She must have found the chicken broth and ice water I had left her before I went out for the night.
After a night hunting I'm in tune with mortals breathing and heart beats so I can tell the slayer has gone to sleep sitting up. I also notice that she's taken a shower, dressing in my tee shirt and boxers I left out for her.
I sigh at her incredible beauty. Her hair clean and pulled back away from her face tied tightly in what the girls refer as a ponytail. I approach her with the intention of carrying her to bed when her arm shoots out in a backhanded uppercut striking me squarely on the chin.
If she had been anywhere near full strength I'd be on the floor with a fractured jaw, instead I am more surprised than hurt as I back up a few feet. I watch her follow the blow flowing into a fighting stance and as I glance into her eyes I see only the slayer staring back at me.
"Hey easy there slayer!" I try to calm her. Knowing I was a bloody fool for walking up to a sleeping slayer. After having her helpless and out of it for so long I'd let down my guard.
The slayer stands there for a moment then she reaches out for the chair but misses and does a slow motion slide to the floor. She's not unconscious; she just stood too fast for her healing body to compensate.
"Spike?" She questions blinking her vision clear.
"Yes, love." I answer kneeling down to lift her into my arms. 'Let's get you back to bed." I say as I slip my arms under her and stand.
It's still the slayer looking at me as I turn to walk over to her bed. But, then the shade of her eyes change color and I feel the blood attraction two predators have for each other course through me.
She's watching my face like I'm either her prey or her lover and something reaches out to me. I feel her cold tiny hand begin to stoke my face and I'm left speechless, bare before the Slayer's power.
Then I'm struck as her beautiful eyes change again-to Buffy.
To horror.
To agony.
She places both her cold hands on my chest and pushes with all her strength coming out of my arms and landing on the bed. She slowly crawls backwards until she's pushed as far away from me as she can get.
"You've been hunting!" she cries. Buffy cries, the woman, the intellect that I thought I could get to love me. "You've killed how many people tonight?" Buffy screams.
I'm confused, how did she know? Then I realize her hands were cold to my warm body, I'm warm from stolen blood.
"It's what I do. Human's are my natural prey." I try to explain to her.
"No, you're a murderer! You play games with me, when in fact you keep me here so I can't stake you!" Angry tears begin to flow down her face. Well, I'm angry too! It's not fair, my bleedin life is just not fair!
"You kill too!" I shout back, wanting to make her understand that we aren't so different. "Your prey is my kind!" I point to myself. "You have super speed, strength and healing powers-you can sense my kind before we can even see you!" I walk up to the bed and grab her by the shoulders; I want her to feel my pain.
"You are every bit of a murderer as I am!" I scream in her face.
She tries to break the grip I have on her shoulders but is too weak. I know she can feel me through that blasted slayer sense she has so I pour all my hope that she will love me into her.
In return I watch as revulsion fills her eyes-turning them a sick brown.
As I watch the death of my dreams, I realize that while there is a strong attraction between the slayer and I-Buffy will never allow me to love her. And in that instant I understand why Angelus wanted so badly to break this girl!
"Let. Go. Of. Me." She stops her futile struggles and calmly tells me as my focus shifts to her neck. Her blood racing through her veins just under the skin, her body growing hot.
"No." I answer simply. I can bite her and exchange blood without killing her I think frantically. She would have to obey my very wish and command. She would want to obey me, her free will stripped away by vampire magic. Buffy would beg me for my touch, yes, I think, a willing slave.
She would have no choice.
I push her head roughly to the side, slip into game face and bite down all before she can react. The sweet rich nectar glides over my tongue and I force her mind open with my power paralyzing her so she can't resist.
After just a few swallows she's already just semi-conscious her mind an open book before my power. Dru could put these suggestions into fully conscious humans while I always had to use blood or drugs-when I wasn't revolted by the very idea of having a willing....
Dog.
I pull back mentally and let her drop to the bed. She falls limply over on her side. She stares blankly out of unseeing eyes, all fire extinguished from her gaze.
I'm filled with sickness and turn around to vomit all of her stolen spirit on the floor.
'What have I done, what have I done...." Repeats over and over in my mind.
The afternoon sun somehow shines into the room through a crack in the curtains causing me to come back to myself.
I wished it hadn't.
With dread I sit-up and look at Buffy.
She hasn't moved since this morning. I look closer and notice the blank stare is gone, replaced by closed eyes. I listen to her breathing and it sounds natural, like she's just asleep.
A slight glimmer of hope fills me as I remember that I didn't finish the ritual. Then I realize that Dru never needed to perform a ritual, just the power of her mind was enough.
Still, if anyone can resist vampire magic it's a vampire slayer. Besides didn't Angel just bite her less than a week ago and there were no lasting affects.
Whether she recovers or not one thing is certain I can't be around her. I'll kill her one way or the other-either physically or spiritually.
I wrap her in a blanket and carry her to the car. I can be in Sunnydale before mid-night. I'll leave her with her mum. It's the only way.
Dru was right-I have no choice--I do love her.
So I must leave her.
The End
The dark crowed bar is screaming tonight with Happy Meals on legs. It's been over fours days since I last had a warm meal. All that time locked up with the sick slayer, taking care of her, listening to her cries, smelling her blood from her wounds. I have control issues I know that. I smile; soon I'll have my meal.
There is barely enough space to move around the bar as I order a beer. The flashing strobe casting eerie shadows on all the humans as the blaring music deafens them. I am so hungry I have to contain my demon least it comes out too early.
"Hey stranger, wanna dance?" A gorgeous raven-haired seductress purrs in my ear.
I turn and hold out my hand to her, then lead her to the dance floor. I love the thrill of the hunt, the spice of the blood when I take a victim in the open. We begin to dance and it's apparent from the beginning that it's more than a dance this woman wants, well it's more than a dance that I want too.
I smile at her and let her move close to me and then I nuzzle her neck-she leans in closer to me-rubbing against me-teasing me. If I were a man I would be truly turned on, or truly pissed. Instead I gently lift her hair away from her neck as she lets out a sigh.... I try not to be too obvious that I'm arranging her hair to hide what I'm about to do.
I pull back and smile at her again, to reassure her that I want her. And oh how I do want her! I'm about to give her the thrill of her life! The fact that it will be the last thing she ever does in her life doesn't bother me.
I wait for just the right time, just the right beat of the music when it grows too loud to hear the scream.
Then strike!
I change so fast that she isn't even aware of it until I bite down and then I slam her mind with the full force of a master vampire's feeding thrall. The scream dies on her lips, as she's totally overwhelmed. The fact that she had a nice buzz on from some kind drug only helps me control her mind completely.
I taste her orgasm right as her heart gives one more beat and then stops.
I've done this so many time I instinctively keep on dancing while I move us into a dark corner where I can deposit the body. I arrange her hair so it covers the wound; they won't find her until after closing time, which by then I'll be long gone from this place and on to the next one.
*****
I let myself into the house sated and full just before sunrise. I still feel warm from my victims' blood. All I can think about is going to sleep. But, first I want to check on the Slayer.
I silently open the door to her room and notice that she's sitting at the table in the corner. She must have found the chicken broth and ice water I had left her before I went out for the night.
After a night hunting I'm in tune with mortals breathing and heart beats so I can tell the slayer has gone to sleep sitting up. I also notice that she's taken a shower, dressing in my tee shirt and boxers I left out for her.
I sigh at her incredible beauty. Her hair clean and pulled back away from her face tied tightly in what the girls refer as a ponytail. I approach her with the intention of carrying her to bed when her arm shoots out in a backhanded uppercut striking me squarely on the chin.
If she had been anywhere near full strength I'd be on the floor with a fractured jaw, instead I am more surprised than hurt as I back up a few feet. I watch her follow the blow flowing into a fighting stance and as I glance into her eyes I see only the slayer staring back at me.
"Hey easy there slayer!" I try to calm her. Knowing I was a bloody fool for walking up to a sleeping slayer. After having her helpless and out of it for so long I'd let down my guard.
The slayer stands there for a moment then she reaches out for the chair but misses and does a slow motion slide to the floor. She's not unconscious; she just stood too fast for her healing body to compensate.
"Spike?" She questions blinking her vision clear.
"Yes, love." I answer kneeling down to lift her into my arms. 'Let's get you back to bed." I say as I slip my arms under her and stand.
It's still the slayer looking at me as I turn to walk over to her bed. But, then the shade of her eyes change color and I feel the blood attraction two predators have for each other course through me.
She's watching my face like I'm either her prey or her lover and something reaches out to me. I feel her cold tiny hand begin to stoke my face and I'm left speechless, bare before the Slayer's power.
Then I'm struck as her beautiful eyes change again-to Buffy.
To horror.
To agony.
She places both her cold hands on my chest and pushes with all her strength coming out of my arms and landing on the bed. She slowly crawls backwards until she's pushed as far away from me as she can get.
"You've been hunting!" she cries. Buffy cries, the woman, the intellect that I thought I could get to love me. "You've killed how many people tonight?" Buffy screams.
I'm confused, how did she know? Then I realize her hands were cold to my warm body, I'm warm from stolen blood.
"It's what I do. Human's are my natural prey." I try to explain to her.
"No, you're a murderer! You play games with me, when in fact you keep me here so I can't stake you!" Angry tears begin to flow down her face. Well, I'm angry too! It's not fair, my bleedin life is just not fair!
"You kill too!" I shout back, wanting to make her understand that we aren't so different. "Your prey is my kind!" I point to myself. "You have super speed, strength and healing powers-you can sense my kind before we can even see you!" I walk up to the bed and grab her by the shoulders; I want her to feel my pain.
"You are every bit of a murderer as I am!" I scream in her face.
She tries to break the grip I have on her shoulders but is too weak. I know she can feel me through that blasted slayer sense she has so I pour all my hope that she will love me into her.
In return I watch as revulsion fills her eyes-turning them a sick brown.
As I watch the death of my dreams, I realize that while there is a strong attraction between the slayer and I-Buffy will never allow me to love her. And in that instant I understand why Angelus wanted so badly to break this girl!
"Let. Go. Of. Me." She stops her futile struggles and calmly tells me as my focus shifts to her neck. Her blood racing through her veins just under the skin, her body growing hot.
"No." I answer simply. I can bite her and exchange blood without killing her I think frantically. She would have to obey my very wish and command. She would want to obey me, her free will stripped away by vampire magic. Buffy would beg me for my touch, yes, I think, a willing slave.
She would have no choice.
I push her head roughly to the side, slip into game face and bite down all before she can react. The sweet rich nectar glides over my tongue and I force her mind open with my power paralyzing her so she can't resist.
After just a few swallows she's already just semi-conscious her mind an open book before my power. Dru could put these suggestions into fully conscious humans while I always had to use blood or drugs-when I wasn't revolted by the very idea of having a willing....
Dog.
I pull back mentally and let her drop to the bed. She falls limply over on her side. She stares blankly out of unseeing eyes, all fire extinguished from her gaze.
I'm filled with sickness and turn around to vomit all of her stolen spirit on the floor.
'What have I done, what have I done...." Repeats over and over in my mind.
The afternoon sun somehow shines into the room through a crack in the curtains causing me to come back to myself.
I wished it hadn't.
With dread I sit-up and look at Buffy.
She hasn't moved since this morning. I look closer and notice the blank stare is gone, replaced by closed eyes. I listen to her breathing and it sounds natural, like she's just asleep.
A slight glimmer of hope fills me as I remember that I didn't finish the ritual. Then I realize that Dru never needed to perform a ritual, just the power of her mind was enough.
Still, if anyone can resist vampire magic it's a vampire slayer. Besides didn't Angel just bite her less than a week ago and there were no lasting affects.
Whether she recovers or not one thing is certain I can't be around her. I'll kill her one way or the other-either physically or spiritually.
I wrap her in a blanket and carry her to the car. I can be in Sunnydale before mid-night. I'll leave her with her mum. It's the only way.
Dru was right-I have no choice--I do love her.
So I must leave her.
The End