He's Mine

Written by: Richess a.k.a. A.N.H. Richards & Hilary a.k.a. SpikeLoverUK

Email: spikeloverrichess@hotmail.com
Summary: Spike's stalker is back in town and this time she has a plan that will change Spike and Buffy's life forever. A Spike/Other, Spike/Buffy ship. A sequel to Mine which can be found at http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=436595 or http://www.geocities.com/richess78/richmine.html
Spoilers & Explanations: This fic essentially has Buffy spoilers up to 'Forever' but Buffy defeated Glory. ATS spoilers for up to 'Billy'
Disclaimer: We own nothing. Song: Black Black Heart by David Usher.
Notes: Excerpts from Mine are in this story. Thanks to everyone who reviewed Mine. To our Hunnies, we hope you guys like this.
Notes from Richess: Special thanks to SpikeLoverUK for being the inspiration for 'Hilary'
Beta: A special thanks to Wyrdin for betaing and to Raven for going over the plot.

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Part 1

"Well, it's just a little favour. It's a surprise for someone and I would pay you an absurd amount of money for it." Hilary inched closer to the dark haired young man.

He swallowed hard, "Really?"

"Of course, Warren." She suddenly straddled him. His senses went haywire with lust. "Don't you want to know how I would pay you?" The redhead licked a wet trail from his collarbone to his ear and ground her hips into him. He yelped in pleasure. Hilary was glad that he couldn't see her face because the rolling of her eyes would not have made for a good seduction move. "Will you do it for me, Warren?"

"Huh?"

"Will you do it?" She stopped her assault and brought her hands to the collar of her trench coat and pulled it back, revealing her lace-covered skin.

Warren sucked in a huge breath, "Ehmm.... Errr.... I..."

"Well?" She slowly lifted herself off the chair and moved backward. Her coat fell to the floor, completely exposing her mini lace lingerie slip dress.

His eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

"I want it, Warren. I NEED IT!" Hilary cooed as she stepped toward him again.

"I don't do it anymore. I can't. I have other plans. Bigger plans."

"Really?" Hilary bent over and picked up her coat giving the college student a full view of her shapely bottom.

"Well...I.... mean, what do you need it for?"

"I need to get back at the Slayer." Hilary shrugged on her coat. "I have a BIG plans for that bitch."

Warren smiled, "Well we could do something else to her."

Hilary reached in her pocket and reapplied her lipstick. She smiled and then bent over and kissed Warren deeply. He moaned helplessly and she kissed him. The redhead pulled away from him and smiled. "I wish I could say that I am sorry for this Warren, but I am not." She quickly pulled out a vial and swallowed

Warren looked at her confused - and then it happened. His limbs felt stiff and his body wouldn't respond to his commands. "What did you do to me?"

"Warren, I want you to build it. I want it done by the end of the night. Let's start building."

Warren moved and began to walk toward his drawing board in the musty basement.

"Oh, and Warren when you are done, I am really sorry, but the spell wasn't meant for humans. So I am afraid once I release you from it, you're dead." Hilary laughed as she watched the genius work furiously to build.

* * *

His heart was racing as he finished. He had worked twelve hours straight, no food, no water and no break. He was simply a slave to her spell and whims. He watched her briefly sleep, her beauty radiating, her shoulder-length hair splayed around her face. But even as he was looked at Hilary, his fingers kept working although they were tired and sore and bleeding. The wiring cut into his fingers as he worked quickly. Warren cried, tears of joy and tears of sorrow. He cried because the pain would soon end, but he also cried because he knew that he was nearly done and that meant the end of his life.

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Part 2

Hilary quickly locked Warren in a closest and leaving him to slowly die of exhaustion. She called the movers that she had hired to remove the crate from the basement to her house on the outskirts of town.

* * *

As soon as she closed the door to her apartment, she hurriedly unpacked the crate to stare awestruck at the contents inside. Her hands glided over it wonderingly, then she sighed. It might look like the real thing, but it wasn't.

She grabbed clothes from a nearby box, then turned it on.

His big blue eyes shone as the light reflected off of them. Hilary couldn't help but laugh. The Spike-bot smiled back at her with a big grin on his face.

"Hello, Hilary." He titled his head sideways and looked down at him self. "I am naked?"

"Yes, put these on." She shoved the black T-shirt and jeans toward the robot.

"Thank you!" He smiled.

Hilary scowled. "Crap. Run the Spike program," she commanded.

The boyish smile quickly left his face, replaced by an achingly familiar smirk. In seconds the robot advanced on her, his naked body pressing her against the wall. "Like what you see pet?"

"I see Warren programmed you well." Hilary tried to shift out from underneath him.

"He programmed me for many a thing." The bot kissed her roughly. dragging his hands along her body. Hilary felt herself being pulled away from the wall and suddenly she was naked on her bed as the bot did away with her clothes.

"I...am...so ...not..supp... ose to be doing....this," she gasped between each breathless kiss.

He pulled away from the beauty beneath him. "Really luv? Cause I can stop if that's...." The Spike-bot was pulled back into a kiss by the dangerous redhead before another word could be uttered.

* * *

It took a lot of training and effort to program Spike-bot to be like the real Spike. She showed him video after video of the vampire fighting, talking, and interacting with the scoobies, especially the slayer. Once he was ready, everything was going to change.

"I am finally going to get what's rightfully mine." She smiled to herself.

* * *

"Spike, you're disgusting," Buffy blared at the demon walking beside her.

"Oh give me a break, Slayer. That stuff they make on the Iron Chef ain't that bad."

"It's gross. Fish head soup with cinnamon. Bleugh, I can't believe you made me watch that crap with you last night."

"Oh come on, slayer. We can go to a movie instead."

"Are you asking me out on date, Spike?" Buffy stopped dead in her tracks.

"Uh uhhh. No. Why would you think that?"

"Because...Never mind. Let's track this demon, kill it and then go to bed."

"What?" Spike said before he tripped over a branch hitting his head knocking him unconscious.

"Bloody hell!" Buffy paused, "Oh god Spikeisms. " Buffy replayed the last sentence in her head as she turned the vampire over. "That's what you get for thinking that I meant us in a bed, you ninny."

* * *

Hilary stayed in the back of the Bronze watching as Spike-bot walked in.

He immediately got a beer and went to mill around by the pool table until Tara walked in. Spike-bot looked at Hilary who silently shooed him toward the witch.

"Hey Wicca."

"Hey Spike. How's your head?" Tara asked.

"My head is fine. How is your head?" he asked with a leering smirk at Tara who looked at him strangely.

"Oh god," Hilary whispered to herself.

"I'm fine since we got rid of that warlock. And the cut healed up quickly." Tara touched her forehead. "Buffy told me that you took a nasty fall a couple of days ago."

"Really." He looked the blond up and down.

"You ok?" Tara asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. So where's the Slayer?"

"She should be arriving in a minute." As soon as Tara uttered the words, Buffy and Willow walked through the door. Spike-bot's eyes opened in excitement at Buffy's arrival.

Hilary stared intently at Spike-bot as he watched the two friends draw near. The doppelganger turned to catch Hillary's glare and smiled sardonically. With a grim look, she mouthed, "Remember."

Spike-bot nodded and turned back just as Buffy and Willow reached the bar.

"Hey Tara! Spike. What are you doing here?"

"Just come for a beer, luv. Is that against the rules?"

"Well no. I mean with you and the head injury. You had a bruise the size of Texas across your head last night and now nothing?" Buffy looked at his face.

"Vampiric healing, you know," he replied curtly.

"Oooooook," Buffy replied. "Anyone have gum?"

"Me!" Tara rummaged through her jacket pocket and pulled out some trident. She handed a stick to Buffy and Willow and was shocked when Spike-bot grabbed the package from her, grabbing a stick and chewing along with the rest of them.

"Thanks you. I like peppermint." He chewed obnoxiously loud.

"Well, he does like spicy chicken wings and those onion things." Tara shrugged, stuffing the gum package back in her jacket pocket.

A song by the David Usher blared over the speakers and Spike-bot grabbed Buffy's hand and began to drag her to the dance floor.

"What are you doing, Spike?"

"I want to dance, luv. Don't you wanna dance?" he asked with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"No, I ...." Buffy felt herself swept against him, his arms surrounding her as they began to sway to the song.

Something ugly this way comes

Through my fingers sliding inside

All these blessings all these burns

I'm godless underneath your cover

Search for pleasure search for pain

In this world now I am undying

I unfurl my flag my nation helpless

Black black heart

Why would you offer more?

Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy?

I'm on fire I'm rotting to the core

I'm eating all your kings and queens

All your sex and your diamonds

As Spike drew her even closer, Buffy began to lose herself in the haunting rhythm. She sunk even deeper as he moulded her tighter against him, his body swaying in perfect rhythm with the song. She could feel every ripple of his corded muscles. He dipped his head down and traced his lips along her ear, sending a shiver through her.

"You are beautiful, you know," he whispered seductively to her.

As I begin to lose my grip on these realities you're sending

Taste your mind and taste your sex I'm naked underneath your cover

Covers lie and we will bend and borrow with the coming sign

The tide will take the sea will rise and time will rape

Black black heart

Why would you offer more why would you make it easier on me to satisfy?

I'm on fire I'm rotting to the core I'm eating all your kings and queens

All your sex and your diamonds

All your sex and your diamonds

Black black heart

Why would you offer more why would you make it easier on me to satisfy?

I'm on fire I'm rotting to the core I'm eating all your kings and queens

All your sex and your diamonds

All your sex and your diamonds

"Why don't we...." The frantic arrival of Xander and Anya interrupted Spike's whispered suggestion.

"Buffy, there are some demons over by the Oceanview Cemetery. They are big and fangy," Anya announced breathlessly.

"Ok, you guys stay here and Spike and I'll will go and check it out."

"You might need back up." Xander said, raring to go.

"No. All Buffy needs is me. Because I fight on the side of good even though I don't know why." Spike objected.

Xander, Anya, and Buffy stared wordlessly at the vampire. Buffy shook her head, looking at Spike strangely. A familiar feeling nagged at the back of her brain but she shrugged it off. "Let's go, Boy Wonder," Buffy said, leading him out of the Bronze and leaving behind two gaping Scoobies.

* * *

By the time they reached the cemetery after swinging by Buffy's for weapons, the pack of ten vampires had already drained two young girls around Dawn's age. In full battle mode, Buffy easily staked three with a crossbow. She tossed the weapon and grabbed her battle-axe as she focused on the remaining vamps.

Spike-bot stood in awe as she demolished another two. But the last five were strong and very old. Intent on her fight, Buffy hadn't even noticed that Spike was just standing there watching her, until one of the master vamps she flipped collided with the blond. Spike caught the vampire and looked at the stake in his hand and then plunged it into the vampire's heart.

The other four vampires had the slayer pinned to the ground. The leader turned the slayer, exposing the unscarred side of her neck, and lowered his head for the bite.

Buffy struggled, calling to Spike for help. The vampire about to latch onto her neck suddenly stopped, and before Buffy's surprised eyes, abruptly turned into a pile of ash. The dust clogged Buffy's airway as she struggled to shake off the remaining vampires holding her down.

"That'll teach you to not touch my girl." The peroxide vampire grabbed one of the vampires and flung him into a tree. A branch pierced his heart and ashes fell to the tree roots.

Buffy scrambled up, but one of the two vamps remaining grabbed her arm and twisted it violently behind her back. She screamed silently in pain, muted by the vamp dust that still clogged her throat. Then, the all to familiar feeling of fang sinking into her neck returned, and soon enough she began to feel weak. As she crumpled to the ground, the vampire sunk his teeth in deeper.

Spike-bot, busy pummeling the other vampire, didn't even notice Buffy's precarious collapse. With a savage grin, he staked the bloodied vampire before him and looked over to see Buffy struggling, reaching for a stake. Spike-bot ran over and hauled the vampire off the slayer. Two quick punches and a jab of a stake and the last vampire was dust.

Spike-bot ran back toward Buffy and turned her onto her back. Her head swayed weakly.

"Buffy!" Spike-bot yelled to wake her up. "Buffy?"

Spike-bot watched as the blood trickled from the ragged wound on her neck. He ripped off his blue shirt and covered the injury and picked up the frail figure, cradling her in his arms as ran to the hospital.

* * *

"She'll be fine, Mr...."

"Spike." He smiled at the doctor.

"Mr...Spike," she replied. "Well, she is doing fine and is in stable condition. But, if you hadn't brought her in when you did, she would have died."

"Well, I am glad that she's not dead," Spike-bot grumbled.

"I'm glad too. So now, what happened?"

"Well, see we were attacked by...."

"Spike," Hilary called out to him. "It'll be almost sunrise soon, hunny. I think that we should get home. Her friends will be here soon."

"But I can't leave Buffy. I love Buffy."

Hilary groaned, "Spike program."

Spike-bot smirked, "Yeah, your right. Her scoobies will be here soon. We should go."

He gave the doctor a wink before he grabbed Hilary's arm and led her out of the hospital. Just before they reached the main entrance, he dragged her into an empty room.

"You have got to be kidding," Hilary gasped as he locked the door. "It's nearly sunrise and you can't be seen in the light and, and...."

She gulped as he stalked toward her. "An-- and--- if we get caught" Hilary remembered the last round of Spike-bot sex. She couldn't walk straight for a couple of days.

Spike-bot just licked his lips. She grabbed him by the lapels of his duster. "I am the boss here and we need to go now."

His sexy glare died to a small pleading look of apology. "Oh, okay. When you get home, but not before then." She unlocked the door as Spike-bot smiled.

* * *

When Hilary arrived home, the answering machine was glowing with the arrival of a message.

"Hey pumpkin. It's daddy. Here is the number to your uncle: 702-846-4723. I hope that you visit home soon. Love you." Hilary scrawled down the number moments before Spike-bot began what she now called sexual-Olympics.

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TBC