Chapter One: Caught in the act
Pairing: B/S, R/other
Rating: R (language and general yuckiness)
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and a bunch of other corporations own Buffy The Vampire Slayer and related characters, not I. I'm only borrowing them for my own nefarious purposes.
Spoilers: Early season 5. Mostly concerning the actions of Spike and Riley.
Notes: I wrote this sometime in December 2000. It's been edited to within an inch of its life and here it is for you. I know this is floating around the net somewhere, but this is Version 2.0 and my first posting here. R&R, but be kind (I'm fragile).
Buffy paced the length of her bedroom. Her mother had gone into surgery only an hour ago, and Buffy was extremely anxious to have it all over with. She wished that she could have remained at the hospital, but knew that it was safer for Dawn to be somewhere protected. If anywhere was safe, it was the home of the Slayer. Willow had not only cast multiple de-invites on her house, but she and Tara had cast both general and specific protection spells over the Summer's home since the Quellar demon managed to slink in, unnoticed. Thinking of Dawn, Buffy stopped her pacing and went to check on her pseudo-sister. Dawn was sitting at her desk, with her back to her bedroom door. She was hard at work on whatever assignments she had been missing at school. Buffy smiled and retreated to the comfort of her own bedroom. Dawn was always the smart one; Buffy knew she would catch up in no time.
The doorbell rang, startling Buffy out of her thoughts. She smiled, hoping it was Riley. He hadn't returned any of her calls, and she really needed to talk to him. Riley hadn't been around much in the past week, or he had. Buffy couldn't really remember. She was too caught up in keeping her family safe and healthy. Buffy exited her bedroom at the exact time Dawn did.
"You stay here," Buffy told her. "I'll get it. It's probably Riley."
"Yeah." Dawn said, backing into her room. "You get the door...you guys need to..." Dawn blushed slightly and shut the door. She had heard Buffy's angry tirade at Riley last time he was in the house. Of course, that time he had brought half the army with him, so he was deserving of the Slayer's wrath.
Buffy smiled, Dawn was finally learning when to keep her nose out of other peoples business. The doorbell rang again. Buffy flew down the stairs, and opened the door with a loving smile upon her face.
"Riley, I...Spike?!" Buffy loudly exclaimed in shock over seeing the bleached vampire on her front porch.
"Shhh!" Spike hissed. "Tone it down, Slayer! Do you want the world to know I'm here?"
"What are you doing here?" Buffy asked flatly, idly thinking of the stake she kept stashed near the door in case someone else slipped up and invited a vampire into her home.
Spike sighed, and ran his fingers through his hair. "Listen, Buffy.... You're not gonna want to hear this...but...well..."
"Well, what, Spike?" Buffy crossed her arms and tapped her foot, showing her irritation. Riley could arrive any minute, she needed to talk with him, her mother was in the hospital for Gods sake and Spike knew all of this already. She wanted him to spill whatever he had to say and leave.
"Well, I...bloody hell!" Spike swore, finding it hard to share his information with the petite blonde standing in front of him. He knew that this would hurt Buffy deeply, but he was also aware that she needed to know. "Listen, there's something going on with Riley...he's...fuck!" Spike cursed again as Buffy punched him hard across the jaw.
"What have you done with him?" Buffy demanded, grabbing onto the lapels of Spike's leather duster and bringing him down to eye level with her.
"Nothing!" Spike protested. "I just...heard something about him... from Harm'...."
"Heard what, Spike?" Buffy hissed, seething with anger.
"Bloody hell, Slayer...I can't just say it." Spike spat out. "It's...it's... it's just not pleasant, that's what it is. Here, you can see for yourself." Spike broke Buffy's hold on him, knowing that it would not hurt her, and dragged her outside.
"Spike, where are you...." Buffy's words were cut off as Spike clapped a cold hand over her mouth.
"You aren't gonna want to see this, luv." Spike whispered, still dragging Buffy down the street. "But I'm afraid you have too. And you won't get to see it if you don't shut up. So, bite your tongue and we can get this over with, agreed?"
Buffy nodded her head, curious despite herself and followed Spike down a few blocks to the local park. Spike motioned her to complete silence, and they crept though the bushes, nearing the playground. Buffy froze as she saw what Spike had intended to tell her. Riley was sitting in a swing, another woman in his lap. They appeared to be making out heavily. Buffy felt her face grow hot as she was flooded with intense anger and humiliation. Spike clapped his hand over her mouth again and held her close to him. She was too much in shock to struggle.
"Listen, luv, I know what it looks like." Spike whispered softly in her ear. "But don't go off on him just yet. Watch."
Buffy whimpered softly, feeling her heart shatter and crumble to dust as she watched Riley let this strange woman kiss him. She suddenly stiffened when her senses told her that Spike wasn't the only Vampire nearby.
"I'm sorry, pet." Spike whispered softly, knowing that she had figured it out. "But you had to know."
Buffy stared, in shock, as the woman raised her face from Riley's neck. She was a Vampire, in full game face. Riley's blood, smeared across the Vamp's lips, shone darkly in the moonlight. Slowly, he raised the neck of his turtleneck sweater over the bite-mark. The Vampire woman kissed him on the mouth, hard. Riley licked his blood off the woman's face. She climbed awkwardly from the ex-marine, smiling wide to show off her sharpened yellow teeth. The Vampiress raised a finger to her neck; drawing a sharp nail across the vein that now pulsed with blood. Riley watched, rapt, as blood flowed from the wound in her neck. She grasped his head in her hands, gently encouraging him to feed upon her. Buffy couldn't see what Riley was doing, was he really tasting Vampiric blood? A small beeping sound rose in the still night. Riley broke from his demonic mistress, his face covered in blood. He licked his lips. The Vampiress smiled, and stuck her finger in her mouth, appearing to kiss it. The coppery scent of blood, new and long dead, was heavy in the air. Riley made a motion and the Vampiress stood back. He lifted himself from the swing, pressing a button on his beeping watch.
"You really do have to go somewhere tonight, don't you?" The Vampiress pouted. Spike tightened his hold on Buffy, although she didn't move a muscle.
"Yeah, I do." Riley said, taking the woman's finger into his mouth, sucking at the wound she had made there. When he was finished, he turned from the Vampire, and began to walk in the direction of Buffys house. "I'll see you later, though." he called behind his shoulder.
"I'm sure you will." The Vamp spoke to Riley's back, assuming her human face. She picked a purse up from the ground and drew a hairbrush out of it. The brush raked carelessly through her thick locks, barely missing the ridged planes of her demonic countenance.
A car door opened and shut, not far away. The sound of an engine starting filled the air briefly, then the car pulled out and drove away. Riley was gone. Buffy stood, tightly held in Spike's embrace, watching the Vampiress brush her hair. She whimpered softly, and struggled briefly to get to the stake that was hidden in her pocket. Spike realized Buffy's need and let her go. In the blink of an eye, Buffy had whipped the stake from her pocket and thrown it, full force, into the heart of the Vampiress. As the woman fell into a pile of ashes, Buffy collapsed on the ground in tears.
"Shhh, there now, pet." Spike sat on the ground beside her, stroked her hair softly. "Here, now, don't cry..."
"Home?" Buffy asked in a shaky voice.
"Yeah, I'll walk you home." Spike still spoke softly, although the true need to was long gone. Gently, he wiped her tears away and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
"Better?" He asked.
Buffy nodded silently. Spike stood, and gave her a hand up. They began to walk back to Buffy's house, taking the fastest route this time. Spike fell in step beside her. A thousand thoughts whirled through both their heads as they walked silently back to Buffy's house.
Pairing: B/S, R/other
Rating: R (language and general yuckiness)
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and a bunch of other corporations own Buffy The Vampire Slayer and related characters, not I. I'm only borrowing them for my own nefarious purposes.
Spoilers: Early season 5. Mostly concerning the actions of Spike and Riley.
Notes: I wrote this sometime in December 2000. It's been edited to within an inch of its life and here it is for you. I know this is floating around the net somewhere, but this is Version 2.0 and my first posting here. R&R, but be kind (I'm fragile).
Buffy paced the length of her bedroom. Her mother had gone into surgery only an hour ago, and Buffy was extremely anxious to have it all over with. She wished that she could have remained at the hospital, but knew that it was safer for Dawn to be somewhere protected. If anywhere was safe, it was the home of the Slayer. Willow had not only cast multiple de-invites on her house, but she and Tara had cast both general and specific protection spells over the Summer's home since the Quellar demon managed to slink in, unnoticed. Thinking of Dawn, Buffy stopped her pacing and went to check on her pseudo-sister. Dawn was sitting at her desk, with her back to her bedroom door. She was hard at work on whatever assignments she had been missing at school. Buffy smiled and retreated to the comfort of her own bedroom. Dawn was always the smart one; Buffy knew she would catch up in no time.
The doorbell rang, startling Buffy out of her thoughts. She smiled, hoping it was Riley. He hadn't returned any of her calls, and she really needed to talk to him. Riley hadn't been around much in the past week, or he had. Buffy couldn't really remember. She was too caught up in keeping her family safe and healthy. Buffy exited her bedroom at the exact time Dawn did.
"You stay here," Buffy told her. "I'll get it. It's probably Riley."
"Yeah." Dawn said, backing into her room. "You get the door...you guys need to..." Dawn blushed slightly and shut the door. She had heard Buffy's angry tirade at Riley last time he was in the house. Of course, that time he had brought half the army with him, so he was deserving of the Slayer's wrath.
Buffy smiled, Dawn was finally learning when to keep her nose out of other peoples business. The doorbell rang again. Buffy flew down the stairs, and opened the door with a loving smile upon her face.
"Riley, I...Spike?!" Buffy loudly exclaimed in shock over seeing the bleached vampire on her front porch.
"Shhh!" Spike hissed. "Tone it down, Slayer! Do you want the world to know I'm here?"
"What are you doing here?" Buffy asked flatly, idly thinking of the stake she kept stashed near the door in case someone else slipped up and invited a vampire into her home.
Spike sighed, and ran his fingers through his hair. "Listen, Buffy.... You're not gonna want to hear this...but...well..."
"Well, what, Spike?" Buffy crossed her arms and tapped her foot, showing her irritation. Riley could arrive any minute, she needed to talk with him, her mother was in the hospital for Gods sake and Spike knew all of this already. She wanted him to spill whatever he had to say and leave.
"Well, I...bloody hell!" Spike swore, finding it hard to share his information with the petite blonde standing in front of him. He knew that this would hurt Buffy deeply, but he was also aware that she needed to know. "Listen, there's something going on with Riley...he's...fuck!" Spike cursed again as Buffy punched him hard across the jaw.
"What have you done with him?" Buffy demanded, grabbing onto the lapels of Spike's leather duster and bringing him down to eye level with her.
"Nothing!" Spike protested. "I just...heard something about him... from Harm'...."
"Heard what, Spike?" Buffy hissed, seething with anger.
"Bloody hell, Slayer...I can't just say it." Spike spat out. "It's...it's... it's just not pleasant, that's what it is. Here, you can see for yourself." Spike broke Buffy's hold on him, knowing that it would not hurt her, and dragged her outside.
"Spike, where are you...." Buffy's words were cut off as Spike clapped a cold hand over her mouth.
"You aren't gonna want to see this, luv." Spike whispered, still dragging Buffy down the street. "But I'm afraid you have too. And you won't get to see it if you don't shut up. So, bite your tongue and we can get this over with, agreed?"
Buffy nodded her head, curious despite herself and followed Spike down a few blocks to the local park. Spike motioned her to complete silence, and they crept though the bushes, nearing the playground. Buffy froze as she saw what Spike had intended to tell her. Riley was sitting in a swing, another woman in his lap. They appeared to be making out heavily. Buffy felt her face grow hot as she was flooded with intense anger and humiliation. Spike clapped his hand over her mouth again and held her close to him. She was too much in shock to struggle.
"Listen, luv, I know what it looks like." Spike whispered softly in her ear. "But don't go off on him just yet. Watch."
Buffy whimpered softly, feeling her heart shatter and crumble to dust as she watched Riley let this strange woman kiss him. She suddenly stiffened when her senses told her that Spike wasn't the only Vampire nearby.
"I'm sorry, pet." Spike whispered softly, knowing that she had figured it out. "But you had to know."
Buffy stared, in shock, as the woman raised her face from Riley's neck. She was a Vampire, in full game face. Riley's blood, smeared across the Vamp's lips, shone darkly in the moonlight. Slowly, he raised the neck of his turtleneck sweater over the bite-mark. The Vampire woman kissed him on the mouth, hard. Riley licked his blood off the woman's face. She climbed awkwardly from the ex-marine, smiling wide to show off her sharpened yellow teeth. The Vampiress raised a finger to her neck; drawing a sharp nail across the vein that now pulsed with blood. Riley watched, rapt, as blood flowed from the wound in her neck. She grasped his head in her hands, gently encouraging him to feed upon her. Buffy couldn't see what Riley was doing, was he really tasting Vampiric blood? A small beeping sound rose in the still night. Riley broke from his demonic mistress, his face covered in blood. He licked his lips. The Vampiress smiled, and stuck her finger in her mouth, appearing to kiss it. The coppery scent of blood, new and long dead, was heavy in the air. Riley made a motion and the Vampiress stood back. He lifted himself from the swing, pressing a button on his beeping watch.
"You really do have to go somewhere tonight, don't you?" The Vampiress pouted. Spike tightened his hold on Buffy, although she didn't move a muscle.
"Yeah, I do." Riley said, taking the woman's finger into his mouth, sucking at the wound she had made there. When he was finished, he turned from the Vampire, and began to walk in the direction of Buffys house. "I'll see you later, though." he called behind his shoulder.
"I'm sure you will." The Vamp spoke to Riley's back, assuming her human face. She picked a purse up from the ground and drew a hairbrush out of it. The brush raked carelessly through her thick locks, barely missing the ridged planes of her demonic countenance.
A car door opened and shut, not far away. The sound of an engine starting filled the air briefly, then the car pulled out and drove away. Riley was gone. Buffy stood, tightly held in Spike's embrace, watching the Vampiress brush her hair. She whimpered softly, and struggled briefly to get to the stake that was hidden in her pocket. Spike realized Buffy's need and let her go. In the blink of an eye, Buffy had whipped the stake from her pocket and thrown it, full force, into the heart of the Vampiress. As the woman fell into a pile of ashes, Buffy collapsed on the ground in tears.
"Shhh, there now, pet." Spike sat on the ground beside her, stroked her hair softly. "Here, now, don't cry..."
"Home?" Buffy asked in a shaky voice.
"Yeah, I'll walk you home." Spike still spoke softly, although the true need to was long gone. Gently, he wiped her tears away and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
"Better?" He asked.
Buffy nodded silently. Spike stood, and gave her a hand up. They began to walk back to Buffy's house, taking the fastest route this time. Spike fell in step beside her. A thousand thoughts whirled through both their heads as they walked silently back to Buffy's house.