Twins: Part III

Turning Night

1 Author: Wicked

Rating: Pg-13

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Notes: Character death!

"So what made you come to LA after B died?"

He tangled his hands in her dark mane as if trying to find his answer in the silky strands. "I told you, luv. After I got Dawn settled with the Slayer's gang, there wasn't anything else to keep me from being the Big Bad anymore. I wanted to lose myself in the carnage. To forget the pain, to forget that I'd ever loved anyone but Dru. And what better place to do that than in old Los Angeles."

"I never did figure out why you loved that crazy vamp, anyway."

Spike sighed, a wistful smile on his lips. "You wouldn't understand it, love." She was my sire. She gave me eternal life. Hers was the face was my salvation. I was a lucky bloke to even have touched such a black beauty." Spike rolled away from his new lover, shaking his head and struggling to find the right words to explain it all. "Ties of blood are stronger than anything you know."

Faith rolled off the bed and pulled on her discarded clothes. "C'mon, Spike. The only way I get to stay here is if I get rid of the nasties. Join me?" He nodded curtly and the rogue Slayer leaned over and gently stroked his cheek. "You'll get over her, Spike. I promise."

But which one?

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Faith stalked out of her apartment, swinging her hips and tossing her hair over her shoulder, revealing her ivory throat. Trolling for vampires. Spike caught her tantalizing hips from behind and lazily nibbled on her neck. Her hunting tactics certainly attracted him. He breathed in the delicate smell of the rogue Slayer and sighed happily. Faith laughed and let him play. "Spike. you gotta stop now. I have to patrol."

He pouted, but obligingly let go of her and followed her down the cramped hallway. Faith stopped in front of a grimy doorway with a highly vandalized sign that could barely be discerned as STAIRS. She threw the metal door open with a grandiose gesture. Spike preceded her down the dingy staircase and out on to the dark streets of LA.

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Faith swallowed a scream as the Polgara demon's bone spur pierced her shoulder. Spike thrust a dagger into the demon's neck and protected Faith with his body from the other marauding demons.

Spike was hauled away from the Slayer by two of the surviving three Polgaras. Despite their natural weaponry, they were no match for the enraged vampire, who was by now oblivious to the pain they were afflicting. All he knew now was that he had to protect Faith.

He arrived at her side, but it was already too late. She gasped and stared at the bloody spur protruding from her stomach. The frightened demon retracted his spur and bolted. Spike rose to give chase, but Faith's strong hand gripping his stopped him.

She collapsed against him and Spike eased her gently to the ground, pillowing her head in his arms. Faith had her hands clenched over the wound, trying ineffectually to stanch the bleeding. Their eyes locked and he tried to smile encouragingly. But it was useless. She was dying and they both knew it. "When was," she coughed and struggled to finish, "the last time you fed?"

"Faith, no. I can't."

"Please, Spike. I don't want to die." The childlike plea in her voice and the tears running down her face finally made his decision for him. He'd give anything to make and keep her happy. Acid tears burning furrows down his cheeks, Spike bent down and tried to gather the resolve he knew he would need for this task.

He cradled her listless body against his and bent to her neck. She winced when his fangs punctured her jugular, then sagged gently on to his chest, a muffled sigh escaping her soft lips. Spike sucked tenderly, savoring the taste of Slayer's blood rolling over his tongue. He was getting another glimpse of heaven.

Her dark eyes started to close and Spike propped her back up again. He made a cut on the inside of his wrist and pressed it to Faith's lips, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed the strange activity in the streets. Luckily, it seemed like no one had. He felt a jolt of electricity run through him as Faith began to suck hungrily at his blood, a small flush returning to her pale cheeks. He scooped her up with his other arm, careful to keep his other wrist pressed against her mouth, and trotted the few blocks back to her apartment.

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Spike was half dozing in a chair by Faith's bed when a heavy force slammed into him, rocking the chair back. He wrapped his arms possessively around his Childe as she learned his smell and reveled in her new vampiric senses. A silent agreement passed between them and she sank her baby teeth in to his neck, drinking deeply of Sire's blood. A groan rippled through her frame and Spike knew his Childe was hungry.

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