By Night - Chapter Three
by Angel Eternal aka Angeline
email: spikes_angel01@yahoo.com.au
Website: In Dreams and Shadows
http://www.geocities.com/spikes_angel01/index.html
Rating: R
Pairings: Primarily S/B, but also has W/T and X/A
Summary: Secrets revealed have a disastrous aftermath.
Author's Notes: This is set S6, and is loosely based on spoilers concerning the season. I just want to point out
though that I haven't seen S6 and won't for a while, so if things aren't quite right, you'd know why. Sorry about the
delay guys, but RL is gonna definitely slow down this.
Distribution: "In Dreams and Shadows", "Shadow Borne", "Shelby's and Erin's Place" and at FF.net but it you want to
archive it go ahead, but just let me know first - I kinda like to know where it's going, and plus I find out about more
S/B shipper sites! ::grins::
Disclaimers: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is owned by Joss Whedon, several companies and God knows who else.
The lyrics used are sung by M2M. One thing is certain - I don't own any of it! Nothing - zip - nada!
The jolt snapped her out of her reverie.
Buffy contemplated for a moment throwing the thing into the nearest trashcan, then her ass shook again. With a sigh, she pulled out her shiny new cell phone, wondering why she didn't have a bag. She really disliked sensation of the
phone vibrating against her ass.
Hesitantly, she pressed a button, and held it up to her ear. "Uh...hello?"
"Buff, we need you at the Shop."
"Willow? What's wrong?"
She heard Willow sigh. "You mean what else is wrong? Never mind, just come over - it's the usual."
"Right."
Willow hung up, and Buffy stared at the phone, before tucking it into her pocket. She really had to convince Xander
to change the settings so the damn thing would just ring.
She really wanted to swing by the house first, she wondered if Willow took the time to call Spike. He had no qualms
about the vibrating of his phone.
With a sigh, she changed directions, heading for the Shop. Time to be in Slayer mode now, thoughts of vampires,
or rather thoughts about a particular vampire would have to wait.
* * *
"Are you sure it was a vamp?"
Xander nodded firmly, "Yeah I was sure, I didn't see much, but I did see enough to identify what it was."
Willow shook her head puzzled, "Maybe it wasn't really a vamp - could it be a demon that kinda looks like a
vamp?"
The door tinkled, letting in the Slayer, "Ok, I'm here."
Before Willow could tell Buffy what was happening, the Slayer bounded over to Xander's side, "First things first.
You gotta tell me how to get this stupid thing to ring instead of vibrating against my ass!"
She pulled out her cell phone and glared at it in distaste.
"Why Slayer, I thought you of all people would enjoy the sensation of something against your ass."
They all turned to find the source of the sultry British voice.
Spike threw off the smouldering blanket, flashing them all a grin.
Buffy sighed, "I don't know about you Spike, but I don't relish the feel of something up my ass."
Xander interrupted before the two were lost into their own little world, "Umm Buffy, remember how we said it
would be better if you keep it on vibrate, so the vamps won't hear if it rang during patrol."
"Oh." Buffy frowned in disappointment. "Right."
Spike fidgeted on the spot. He didn't know how to act. He had no idea how much Buffy told the Scoobies, and he
didn't know how he should act towards her.
Willow had gotten up to get Spike a mug of blood, which he accepted, grateful to give his hands something to do.
"Come on kiddies, what nasty are we facing now?"
"Oh!" Willow, reminded of the purpose of the meeting, was galvanised into action. "Xander got attacked by something
last night."
The Slayer's and the vampire's gaze snapped to Xander, who fidgeted beneath the intense scrutiny. "It was a
non-dusting vamp." He turned to Spike. "Come on Jr. You know anything about this? Maybe vamps are evolving
into a non-dusty variety? Maybe they've heard our complaints!"
Spike just stared at him, one eyebrow raised in disbelief.
"Whoa." Buffy held up her hands, her face scrunched up in her confusion. "Back up a sec. What happened?"
Xander drew in a deep breath, "Well I was walking, and all of a sudden I was attacked by the thing. Ok, struggle,
struggle, stake, no biggie right? But the thing was there was no dust. The thing was on top of me; I was fully
prepared to shut my eyes and mouth, but nothing."
Buffy frowned, "What makes you say it was a vamp?"
"I saw enough of it - you know, glowy gold eyes, ridges - even brushed up against the fangs once in a while."
Spike sighed and set down his mug, "You absolutely sure it was a vamp?"
Xander glared at him. "Hey, I've seen my share of vamps - believe me when I say I know what one looks like."
Buffy sighed, and shook her head. "There's not much we can do right now. This was just one incident, if we find any
no-dusting vamps, then we worry. I mean, this might not be a bad thing after all. Think about it, no more dust in places you never knew existed!"
Spike snorted, muttering "Lucky dust."
Buffy ingored him and turned to Willow, "In the meantime, you think you can do a little spell? See if there's an excess
of negative energy floating around or whatever?"
Willow's face paled. "A spell? Well, umm..."
Buffy frowned; Willow usually wasn't hesitant about spell casting, the opposite in fact. "Wills you ok?"
Willow nodded, hands twisting nervously in her lap, "Yeah sure, everything's great."
"Ok then." She turned to Spike, "So umm..."
Spike glanced at her, unsure how to feel about the uncertainty written all over her face, "Come on pet, I'll give you a
ride back home."
She flashed him one of her megavolt smiles. "Ok then."
Before either Xander or Willow could blink, they were out the door, smoking blanket and all.
Xander just shook his head, "I guess I better get going then. You coming Wills?"
Willow shook her head; "I told Anya I'd mind the store today."
Xander's face clouded up. "What for?"
She shrugged, "I don't know, she said she had to take care of a couple of things."
"Did she say what?"
Willow noted that Xander's face had gone curiously blank, "She didn't say...Xander..."
Xander smiled at her, but she noted that it didn't reach his eyes, "Must be wedding stuff. I'll see you later Wills."
"Yeah, later." She answered faintly, worried about her best friend.
Her eye fell on Spike's mug of blood, surprised to find it untouched.
* * *
Once in the car, silence fell, both uncomfortable and painfully unsure how to act.
Spike flicked a glance at Buffy out of the corner of his eye. Not once had they confronted what had
happened, Spike didn't want to confront it for fear of her rejection, yet again.
Buffy kept her gaze firmly on the passing scenery; she didn't want to look at him. She had a bad feeling that she'd
jump him the second she did.
Mirror, mirror hanging on the wall
You don't have to tell me who's the biggest
Fool of all
Mirror, mirror I wish you could lie to me
And bring my baby back
Bring my baby back to me
Faintly, she shook her head, not wanting to remember what had come flowing out of her mouth before she had a
chance to stop it. She had kinda hoped that this was the kind of spell that one didn't remember, but unfortunately,
unlike Willow's 'my will be done' spell, the aftermath had to be dealt with.
Buffy sighed, still continuing to stare out the window.
Spike's attention snapped to her upon hearing her breath slowly rushing out from her mouth. His awareness of her
heightened whenever she did little things like that.
They reached the Slayer's home; both continued to sit there, unwilling to be the first to make a move.
Spike sighed, he really didn't want to blow things - slow and cautious was the philosophy of the day. Mentally, he
groaned, trying to remember in vain when was the last time he ever took and the slow and cautious approach.
Around Buffy Summers, everything was a first.
"Well, off you go pet."
Buffy glanced at him, for the first time during the ride, "Yeah - I better."
Silence fell, as the two remained unmoving.
Buffy's gaze wandered up to study his profile once more, "Spike..."
His head whipped around, and she found herself immersed in his blue eyes, a position she often found herself in.
"Yeah?" he leaned forward, gaze intense.
"I..." she found herself stammering beneath the intensity of the blue fire in his eyes. "I just wanted to thank you."
He nodded, understanding.
She saw he was about to move away, and without thinking she moved forward, pressing her lips on his.
For a timeless moment, they stopped, lips barely touching. Slowly, they leaned deeper into the kiss, so slow, that
neither would be able to tell who made the first move.
Buffy gasped, and Spike took the chance and plunged in, tongues languorously tangling and caressing.
Buffy pulled away, she stared at him for a full minute, before silently slipping out of the car.
Spike stared after her, emotions entangled. With a small curse, he drove away.
* * *
He lurked in the meagre shadows, soon he would have to be gone as the sun reached it's zenith and eliminated
whatever shadows he could exist in. But for now, getting away was the furthest thing on his mind.
He had known for a long time that the vampire was in love with the Slayer, every moment away, he saw exactly
how much he loved her. It was sickening, it was so different, seeing the vampire thusly. Sometimes he just wanted to
return to the oblivion, but he knew that the moment he did, there would be no escape. He would be once more
repressed, buried and forgotten. There was no way in hell that he would return to his prison.
No way in hell. His route was now simple.
~To be continued~
