Title: Switch In Identities
Chapter Title: Wicked Lovers
Author: Baby Blues
E-mail: purely_blissful@hotmail.com
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, but the story is.
Summary: Spike and Buffy meet up at Caritas. We finally find out what happened the night Buffy received her soul.
Dedication: To Chad! Sexy, funny, and you lost the flirting game with me, sucka! "Is that Gucci?!" *lol*
Excerpt:
~Spike: I missed you, pet.
~Buffy: I missed you too, Spike.
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The small karaoke bar called Caritas was filled to the maximum. Everywhere she turned, there was a form of a demon and another. There were a few humans, but was mostly populated by the other. They were either lounging and drinking a Margarita or a Bloody Mary, Cosmopolitan or O positive. That or singing on the stage.
It wasn't at all strange to find a Fryole demon singing a classic song such as 'Unforgettable' or 'Reunited' in its own language in this bar.
At least that was what she heard from Xander who had gone here last week with Anya to find out some information for her. According to him, the singing was fun, and the bar was peaceful. No fighting, no dying.
But watching a Fryole demon doing just that, singing in its own language and on the stage with the spotlight glued onto him, was an unbelievable sight. She couldn't help but stare at it to make sure it was real.
"Hello there," a particular green demon wearing a tacky blue suit greeted with a warm smile.
"Hi," Buffy said uneasily, looking up at him with her big hazel eyes.
"Well, Buttercups," he gasped, staring into the her large orbs that showed him a world of emotions. "You have an old soul in you. I can tell."
Buffy smiled. "It's not the outfit, is it?" she chuckled.
Lorne laughed with her, instantly enjoying her sense of humor. "Not at all," he said, taking in small and slim form. She looked beautiful, a classic beauty with an undeniable amount of strength hidden within her innocent body.
He smiled again and motioned for her to follow as he sipped his Martini. "I'll take it you're not here for business," he concluded, noting the way she gazed around, studying the place.
"Actually . . . no," she shook her head. "Had nothing else to do, so I thought, what the hey," she shrugged.
Lorne nodded and motioned for her to sit on an empty bar stool. "What can Alexandrov get you?" he asked as the bartender looked up from his mixing to give her a small grin.
"I'll have a Strawberry Margarita. Not too strong, please," she ordered.
"Ah, a sweet yet seductive type. Innocent . . . but alluring. The lack of alcohol says it all," Lorne teased before looking up to find the Fryole demon finished with his singing. "Well, I see Wrinkly here is done. If you change your mind . . . " Lorne insisted, looking pointedly at the stage.
Buffy smirked. "I promise to keep the idea open," she assured him.
"Good," he said and winked.
Alxandrov placed the pink Margarita, slushy and light on the alcohol, in front of the pretty blond. She said her thanks and gave him a warm smile, and for a moment, he thought about how that single demon hunter who would definitely fit perfectly with this beaming young woman.
"A Jack, mate," a voice ordered, bringing him out of his thoughts.
Buffy stared at her drink, not really comprehending the body who sat next to her, nor the gleaming blue eyes that raked over her form. But when the familiar sensation began to work up her spine, she quickly looked to her left . . .
"Spike . . . " she whispered, wide eyed.
"Eliza . . . " he said in the same tone.
She looked away, and if she was able to blush, she'd be doing that now. "It's Buffy now," she said with a small smile.
Spike stared at her. "I heard," he replied, staring at her. The simple white top with a loose cowl, the dressy yet casual black pants, a slim silver belt that was tied loosely around her luscious waist, the trendy yet classy stilettos, and the leather jacket draped over a slender and tanned arm. She looked like a model straight out of a Vogue Magazine.
"Still the same as ever . . . completely careless with his appearance," she said, taking in his form. His dirty blond curls had changed, cut short and bleached. He wore a black shirt, a red silk buttoned shirt, black jeans, and a black leather jacket. He looked like a punk . . . and it suited him. His face hadn't changed. Still handsome with his high and prominent cheekbones and glittering blue eyes.
Without thinking, she touched the collar of his leather duster, fixing it with a reminiscing smile.
Spike closed his eyes, the both of them remembering the times, back in the olden days. She could still clearly visualize the way she used to fix his tie in front of a full length mirror whenever the two of them went out to a party . . . the way he would touch her cheek as she concentrated solely on her task. She always got distracted by his touch . . . Always.
"I've missed you, pet," he said softly, placing his own cold hand against her own on her chest.
"I missed you too, Spike," Buffy replied before leaning closely to place a tender kiss in the corner of his lips. She sighed and slowly pulled away, guilt suddenly crossing over her features. "I'm sorry . . . for abandoning you that night . . . "
Spike smiled. "I was bloody confused . . . and I was angry and bitter."
Buffy nodded, looking at her Margarita.
**Flashback**
April 14, 1883
Rome, Italy
It had been a night full of dancing and sipping the finest champagne in all of Europe. William, known as Spike to those who truly knew of him, and Eliza, his sire and the most seductive and sadistic vampire in history, returned back to their current home, aroused and completely tipsy from their long night of amusement.
A light touch of the lips had turned into a passionate kiss, sending the couple tumbling towards their bedroom. The muffled sound of Druscilla in her bedroom, talking with her dolls, didn't even disrupt them as they came crashing through open bedroom door.
Spike, in his impatient state, slammed it shut with his foot as they toppled down to the floor in a pile of silk, lace, and cotton.
"You animal," Eliza groaned as Spike captured her lips in a heated kiss.
The petty coats that women those days usually wore never did came across Eliza's mind, and Spike was grateful as he plunged deep into her in one full on thrust that had her screaming for more.
It always brought a smile to his face whenever she went au natural without a second thought. That was what he loved most about her. Her simplicity and yet her complexity. An even balance that had him intrigued.
He continued thrusting into her, enjoying her deep moans and the pleasure that overtook her beautiful face as the two of them began to peak, reaching their most wanted climax.
"Look at me, pet," he ordered in a grunt.
Eliza's eyes fluttered open, but before she could lock with Spike's blazing blue eyes, her orbs flashed a bright yellow and then she began panting.
"No . . . " she suddenly whispered, her body beginning to tremble from the shock and the confusion that was swiftly consuming her. "No, no, no!" she cried and pushed him off of her, getting up on her feet as she sobbed, the pain clutching at her heart.
"Eliza?" Spike asked in confusion as she stared up at him.
She looked down at him, falling from her eyes. "No!" she screamed and ran out of the room, stumbling slightly on her dress.
Druscilla peeked out of her room and watched her sire run down the stair case in a frantic state, and with Spike shouting from their bedroom.
"My poor Mummy," she mumbled, clutching at her doll, " My poor Mummy!" she cried as she slid down to the floor in misery. Nothing would ever be the same anymore. Nothing.
Spike watched helplessly as Eliza slammed the door shut, her sobs still echoing in the walls of their home. He didn't know what just happened, but he knew one thing, he had just been deserted by his mate . . . and his demon panicked from the thought of incompletion and utter misery without his other half.
"Eliza . . . "
**End of Flashback**
"I didn't know why you just ran out like that, luv," he sighed, taking a swig of his drink, "I thought you would return . . . but Druscilla started ranting that you wouldn't."
Buffy stared at her Margarita, the outside of the glass condensing with small droplets of cold water.
Guilt ate at her insides as she remembered that last night in which she had been in Spike's arms. She had abandoned him along with her other childe, Druscilla. She had left them, her favorite childers.
"I'm so sorry, Spike," Buffy apologized, tears brimming her eyes.
"Hey now," Spike scoffed lightly with a smile, wiping away the stray tear that had escaped from her eyes, "None of that, pet."
"But . . . "
Spike placed a finger against her lips to quiet her. "I forgave you long ago, Buffy," he said with a small grin that she had come to know, "Long ago."
Continued . . .
Hi guys! Sorry for the delay. Had a lot of things going on at the moment. I've noticed the decline in some GOOD B/A fanfics and decided to finish my stories a bit more earlier so I can upload new ones. So just to let everyone know, there's gonna be a few new stories coming up within a few weeks. So watch out for that!
Chapter Title: Wicked Lovers
Author: Baby Blues
E-mail: purely_blissful@hotmail.com
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, but the story is.
Summary: Spike and Buffy meet up at Caritas. We finally find out what happened the night Buffy received her soul.
Dedication: To Chad! Sexy, funny, and you lost the flirting game with me, sucka! "Is that Gucci?!" *lol*
Excerpt:
~Spike: I missed you, pet.
~Buffy: I missed you too, Spike.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The small karaoke bar called Caritas was filled to the maximum. Everywhere she turned, there was a form of a demon and another. There were a few humans, but was mostly populated by the other. They were either lounging and drinking a Margarita or a Bloody Mary, Cosmopolitan or O positive. That or singing on the stage.
It wasn't at all strange to find a Fryole demon singing a classic song such as 'Unforgettable' or 'Reunited' in its own language in this bar.
At least that was what she heard from Xander who had gone here last week with Anya to find out some information for her. According to him, the singing was fun, and the bar was peaceful. No fighting, no dying.
But watching a Fryole demon doing just that, singing in its own language and on the stage with the spotlight glued onto him, was an unbelievable sight. She couldn't help but stare at it to make sure it was real.
"Hello there," a particular green demon wearing a tacky blue suit greeted with a warm smile.
"Hi," Buffy said uneasily, looking up at him with her big hazel eyes.
"Well, Buttercups," he gasped, staring into the her large orbs that showed him a world of emotions. "You have an old soul in you. I can tell."
Buffy smiled. "It's not the outfit, is it?" she chuckled.
Lorne laughed with her, instantly enjoying her sense of humor. "Not at all," he said, taking in small and slim form. She looked beautiful, a classic beauty with an undeniable amount of strength hidden within her innocent body.
He smiled again and motioned for her to follow as he sipped his Martini. "I'll take it you're not here for business," he concluded, noting the way she gazed around, studying the place.
"Actually . . . no," she shook her head. "Had nothing else to do, so I thought, what the hey," she shrugged.
Lorne nodded and motioned for her to sit on an empty bar stool. "What can Alexandrov get you?" he asked as the bartender looked up from his mixing to give her a small grin.
"I'll have a Strawberry Margarita. Not too strong, please," she ordered.
"Ah, a sweet yet seductive type. Innocent . . . but alluring. The lack of alcohol says it all," Lorne teased before looking up to find the Fryole demon finished with his singing. "Well, I see Wrinkly here is done. If you change your mind . . . " Lorne insisted, looking pointedly at the stage.
Buffy smirked. "I promise to keep the idea open," she assured him.
"Good," he said and winked.
Alxandrov placed the pink Margarita, slushy and light on the alcohol, in front of the pretty blond. She said her thanks and gave him a warm smile, and for a moment, he thought about how that single demon hunter who would definitely fit perfectly with this beaming young woman.
"A Jack, mate," a voice ordered, bringing him out of his thoughts.
Buffy stared at her drink, not really comprehending the body who sat next to her, nor the gleaming blue eyes that raked over her form. But when the familiar sensation began to work up her spine, she quickly looked to her left . . .
"Spike . . . " she whispered, wide eyed.
"Eliza . . . " he said in the same tone.
She looked away, and if she was able to blush, she'd be doing that now. "It's Buffy now," she said with a small smile.
Spike stared at her. "I heard," he replied, staring at her. The simple white top with a loose cowl, the dressy yet casual black pants, a slim silver belt that was tied loosely around her luscious waist, the trendy yet classy stilettos, and the leather jacket draped over a slender and tanned arm. She looked like a model straight out of a Vogue Magazine.
"Still the same as ever . . . completely careless with his appearance," she said, taking in his form. His dirty blond curls had changed, cut short and bleached. He wore a black shirt, a red silk buttoned shirt, black jeans, and a black leather jacket. He looked like a punk . . . and it suited him. His face hadn't changed. Still handsome with his high and prominent cheekbones and glittering blue eyes.
Without thinking, she touched the collar of his leather duster, fixing it with a reminiscing smile.
Spike closed his eyes, the both of them remembering the times, back in the olden days. She could still clearly visualize the way she used to fix his tie in front of a full length mirror whenever the two of them went out to a party . . . the way he would touch her cheek as she concentrated solely on her task. She always got distracted by his touch . . . Always.
"I've missed you, pet," he said softly, placing his own cold hand against her own on her chest.
"I missed you too, Spike," Buffy replied before leaning closely to place a tender kiss in the corner of his lips. She sighed and slowly pulled away, guilt suddenly crossing over her features. "I'm sorry . . . for abandoning you that night . . . "
Spike smiled. "I was bloody confused . . . and I was angry and bitter."
Buffy nodded, looking at her Margarita.
**Flashback**
April 14, 1883
Rome, Italy
It had been a night full of dancing and sipping the finest champagne in all of Europe. William, known as Spike to those who truly knew of him, and Eliza, his sire and the most seductive and sadistic vampire in history, returned back to their current home, aroused and completely tipsy from their long night of amusement.
A light touch of the lips had turned into a passionate kiss, sending the couple tumbling towards their bedroom. The muffled sound of Druscilla in her bedroom, talking with her dolls, didn't even disrupt them as they came crashing through open bedroom door.
Spike, in his impatient state, slammed it shut with his foot as they toppled down to the floor in a pile of silk, lace, and cotton.
"You animal," Eliza groaned as Spike captured her lips in a heated kiss.
The petty coats that women those days usually wore never did came across Eliza's mind, and Spike was grateful as he plunged deep into her in one full on thrust that had her screaming for more.
It always brought a smile to his face whenever she went au natural without a second thought. That was what he loved most about her. Her simplicity and yet her complexity. An even balance that had him intrigued.
He continued thrusting into her, enjoying her deep moans and the pleasure that overtook her beautiful face as the two of them began to peak, reaching their most wanted climax.
"Look at me, pet," he ordered in a grunt.
Eliza's eyes fluttered open, but before she could lock with Spike's blazing blue eyes, her orbs flashed a bright yellow and then she began panting.
"No . . . " she suddenly whispered, her body beginning to tremble from the shock and the confusion that was swiftly consuming her. "No, no, no!" she cried and pushed him off of her, getting up on her feet as she sobbed, the pain clutching at her heart.
"Eliza?" Spike asked in confusion as she stared up at him.
She looked down at him, falling from her eyes. "No!" she screamed and ran out of the room, stumbling slightly on her dress.
Druscilla peeked out of her room and watched her sire run down the stair case in a frantic state, and with Spike shouting from their bedroom.
"My poor Mummy," she mumbled, clutching at her doll, " My poor Mummy!" she cried as she slid down to the floor in misery. Nothing would ever be the same anymore. Nothing.
Spike watched helplessly as Eliza slammed the door shut, her sobs still echoing in the walls of their home. He didn't know what just happened, but he knew one thing, he had just been deserted by his mate . . . and his demon panicked from the thought of incompletion and utter misery without his other half.
"Eliza . . . "
**End of Flashback**
"I didn't know why you just ran out like that, luv," he sighed, taking a swig of his drink, "I thought you would return . . . but Druscilla started ranting that you wouldn't."
Buffy stared at her Margarita, the outside of the glass condensing with small droplets of cold water.
Guilt ate at her insides as she remembered that last night in which she had been in Spike's arms. She had abandoned him along with her other childe, Druscilla. She had left them, her favorite childers.
"I'm so sorry, Spike," Buffy apologized, tears brimming her eyes.
"Hey now," Spike scoffed lightly with a smile, wiping away the stray tear that had escaped from her eyes, "None of that, pet."
"But . . . "
Spike placed a finger against her lips to quiet her. "I forgave you long ago, Buffy," he said with a small grin that she had come to know, "Long ago."
Continued . . .
Hi guys! Sorry for the delay. Had a lot of things going on at the moment. I've noticed the decline in some GOOD B/A fanfics and decided to finish my stories a bit more earlier so I can upload new ones. So just to let everyone know, there's gonna be a few new stories coming up within a few weeks. So watch out for that!