a/n: Guys just for the record and the behind the scenes info I believe that Spike was bitten by Dru, but drank Angelus' blood and everything that this relationship implies. Including the fact that Angelus was the one to teach Spike the proper role of vampire. This is not really involved in my story, but I think that is what drives the relationship of the two.
PS: I think that if you like my interesting way of looking at things, you should try out my story of Oz called "My whole life"
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Spike woke up. He was warm. Temperature wasn't pleasant or uncomfortable. It simply was something he could gage. It was much the same with smell and the other senses.
Spike looked down at the sleeping girl next to him. She warm and so beautiful.
Then suddenly he felt it. It was a pinprick sensation something was very wrong. He had always listened to his vampire senses. He could feel something in the floor below the crypt.
"Get up," he growled, poking at the Slayer.
Buffy looked at him groggily. He cupped her face gently. His thumb stroked her cheek tenderly. His words didn't match his caring gestures.
"Get your clothes on," he growled.
Buffy looked down at her fully clothed body and blinked.
She had the distinct memory of passing out. She was out of sorts from all of the drinking last night, however she knew something was wrong.
He took his hand from her face and ripped off her shirt.
Buffy felt her heart pound she was scared of this. It held too many memories. She remembered the bathroom floor and his hands clawing at her clothes. She recoiled from him. She couldn't stand this again.
However his eyes weren't full of desperation. They were full of wide eyed begging. She was scared. She couldn't move. She couldn't comprehend anything her head wouldn't let her think.
"Now that I shagged me a Slayer, lets see how you taste."
Buffy shook her head. She knew what it felt like to wake up after sex with Spike. She didn't feel the glow of post-orgasm. She didn't even feel sore. She was sure that they hadn't had sex. She was clothed and she knew that usually she didn't put her leather pants on after sex, unless she was leaving.
Then he vamped out and leaned in towards her neck.
"Forgive me," he said in a voice that was so low she didn't even know if he had really said it.
He ripped her bra and threw it on the floor next to her shirt and pulled his duster to cover her still buttoned leather pants. He didn't even look at her exposed skin.
Then Buffy heard it. There was some one coming up from the lower level of the crypt. This was a vampire. A very strong vampire.
Then Spike's teeth dug into her neck.
She screamed.
The sound echoed throughout the crypt and Spike winced. He was sure that everyone in Sunnydale could hear it.
"Stay down," he said under her scream, and threw her ruthlessly to the tomb that they had slept on. Her breast were exposed and Buffy fought the urge to cover them. She could feel the blood dripping down her neck and the leather made her stomach itch. Her hair was over her face and itched so bad. Her neck was very much exposed.
She heard Spike take off his shirt and throw it. Then he walked slowly over to the shirt.
"So I was worried when you didn't come home last night."
Buffy held back a shiver. It was the twisted voice of the Anointed One.
"Nice of you to care," Spike said sarcastically.
"I want you to come with me."
Spike picked up his shirt, "I'm tired. I was up all night."
*I'm going to stake him when I get him alone* Buffy thought attempting not to breathe. His voice was so full of intent.
Buffy could feel the little child's gaze on her body. That was definitely repulsive.
"It doesn't matter. You will come now."
Spike groaned and she could hear him putting on his shirt.
"Fine little thing, lets go."
Spike said rushing the child to the door.
"Are we going to get to chant?" Spike asked with mock interest as they lowered themselves down.
****
Buffy laid still. She had felt them leave, but she didn't want to move.
Something had happened. She had no idea what.
Finally after an hour she got up. She was stiff and beginning to get hung over.
She looked down at her bra. That was useless. She picked it up and put it in the pocket of the duster. She put on her shirt and shrugged into the duster.
She smiled.
The jacket smelled like cigarettes and tequila. It was a soft warm smell.
She slipped into the sunshine
****
"Buffy!" Dawn exclaimed, "I was so worried."
Dawn wrapped her arms around Buffy.
Angel got up from the couch and looked at her.
Buffy smiled, "I'm sorry for warring you. I just needed a breath of air."
Angel stiffened. He caught sight of the marks on his neck.
Buffy went on, not noticing his astonishment.
"Where is everyone?"
Dawn looked down, "They all went out to breakfast. At least I think. They usually do. I just sleep. This is the meeting that I miss. They feel the need to do this. Just to go over all the things that went on last night. Angel stayed. He has a daylight issue."
Buffy nodded and yawned.
Angel looked at her with piercing eyes .
"Dawnie," Buffy said pleasantly, "I think I need to talk to Angel."
Dawn rolled her eyes, "I figured as much."
Dawn pranced up the stairs.
Angel came towards her and looked at the marks on her neck.
"Spike."
It wasn't a question it was a growl.
"He saved my life," Buffy informed him.
Angel reached out and tilted her head. He looked at the marks on her neck.
"He claimed you."
Buffy looked at him astounded.
"No, he didn't. All these marks mean is that he bit me."
Angel looked at her, glaring.
"When a vampire bites any one, he claims them. It is even when he doesn't turn them."
Buffy's brow wrinkled.
"I don't think so."
"Are you a vampire? Do you know these things?"
Buffy looked at Angel in defiance. She remembered that he had bit her after his grandsire had. Then she remembered that that time had been not been consensual on his part.
*Maybe that is why he was so opposed* she considered her heart dropping. She had thought the reason stemmed out of love.
"You're his territory now," Angel growled.
Buffy felt peed on. She was just like a piece of property that a dog had claimed. That is what Dracula had done. He had tried to top the Order of Angelus.
"Well that is great, I'm tired."
Angel grabbed her arm.
"The Buffy I know doesn't take things like this so lightly."
Buffy shook him off.
"Well the Angel that I knew was a little less grabby."
Angel looked at her long and hard.
"I loved you," he said softly.
Buffy looked at him feeling tears fill her eyes, "Well I will always love you."
Angel shook his head.
"What did I do."
Buffy smiled sadly.
"You left me."
Angel nodded.
"You didn't come after me?"
Buffy realized where Cordelia had won.
"My place is here."
Angel finally understood.
"And mine isn't."
****
Spike waited for the Anointed One and marveled at the cockiness of this child.
Buffy had managed to lower her breathing and heart rate. The child hadn't noticed. Spike wouldn't have unless he had been carefully monitoring. The Slayer talents extended a great deal. Fortunately the little twit didn't know him well enough to notice that he had left his duster.
He felt bad about leaving the Slayer alone. He was scared of what would happen. He knew that the Anointed One hadn't noticed who she was.
He didn't feel so bad about the bite. It had been heavenly and he hadn't wanted to stop. She tasted like the sunshine that he had not seen in a hundred and twenty years.
He held back a smile and waited.
****
"So when did you realize that you loved him?" Buffy asked Willow.
Willow giggled.
"Freshman year."
Buffy laughed, "You take too long girl. I told you to seize the day."
"I did," Willow protested, "I just waited a few years to seize the day."
The girl fest with ice-cream suddenly was interrupted by a knock at the door.
Buffy laughed again, "I think that it is another part of my past ready to show me what is different."
Willow laughed, "Yeah it is probably Jonathan."
Buffy opened the door.
There stood Spike.
"Slayer, they've got Dru. Help. Please."
*****
What do you think? Please review. I miss your words.
PS: I think that if you like my interesting way of looking at things, you should try out my story of Oz called "My whole life"
******
Spike woke up. He was warm. Temperature wasn't pleasant or uncomfortable. It simply was something he could gage. It was much the same with smell and the other senses.
Spike looked down at the sleeping girl next to him. She warm and so beautiful.
Then suddenly he felt it. It was a pinprick sensation something was very wrong. He had always listened to his vampire senses. He could feel something in the floor below the crypt.
"Get up," he growled, poking at the Slayer.
Buffy looked at him groggily. He cupped her face gently. His thumb stroked her cheek tenderly. His words didn't match his caring gestures.
"Get your clothes on," he growled.
Buffy looked down at her fully clothed body and blinked.
She had the distinct memory of passing out. She was out of sorts from all of the drinking last night, however she knew something was wrong.
He took his hand from her face and ripped off her shirt.
Buffy felt her heart pound she was scared of this. It held too many memories. She remembered the bathroom floor and his hands clawing at her clothes. She recoiled from him. She couldn't stand this again.
However his eyes weren't full of desperation. They were full of wide eyed begging. She was scared. She couldn't move. She couldn't comprehend anything her head wouldn't let her think.
"Now that I shagged me a Slayer, lets see how you taste."
Buffy shook her head. She knew what it felt like to wake up after sex with Spike. She didn't feel the glow of post-orgasm. She didn't even feel sore. She was sure that they hadn't had sex. She was clothed and she knew that usually she didn't put her leather pants on after sex, unless she was leaving.
Then he vamped out and leaned in towards her neck.
"Forgive me," he said in a voice that was so low she didn't even know if he had really said it.
He ripped her bra and threw it on the floor next to her shirt and pulled his duster to cover her still buttoned leather pants. He didn't even look at her exposed skin.
Then Buffy heard it. There was some one coming up from the lower level of the crypt. This was a vampire. A very strong vampire.
Then Spike's teeth dug into her neck.
She screamed.
The sound echoed throughout the crypt and Spike winced. He was sure that everyone in Sunnydale could hear it.
"Stay down," he said under her scream, and threw her ruthlessly to the tomb that they had slept on. Her breast were exposed and Buffy fought the urge to cover them. She could feel the blood dripping down her neck and the leather made her stomach itch. Her hair was over her face and itched so bad. Her neck was very much exposed.
She heard Spike take off his shirt and throw it. Then he walked slowly over to the shirt.
"So I was worried when you didn't come home last night."
Buffy held back a shiver. It was the twisted voice of the Anointed One.
"Nice of you to care," Spike said sarcastically.
"I want you to come with me."
Spike picked up his shirt, "I'm tired. I was up all night."
*I'm going to stake him when I get him alone* Buffy thought attempting not to breathe. His voice was so full of intent.
Buffy could feel the little child's gaze on her body. That was definitely repulsive.
"It doesn't matter. You will come now."
Spike groaned and she could hear him putting on his shirt.
"Fine little thing, lets go."
Spike said rushing the child to the door.
"Are we going to get to chant?" Spike asked with mock interest as they lowered themselves down.
****
Buffy laid still. She had felt them leave, but she didn't want to move.
Something had happened. She had no idea what.
Finally after an hour she got up. She was stiff and beginning to get hung over.
She looked down at her bra. That was useless. She picked it up and put it in the pocket of the duster. She put on her shirt and shrugged into the duster.
She smiled.
The jacket smelled like cigarettes and tequila. It was a soft warm smell.
She slipped into the sunshine
****
"Buffy!" Dawn exclaimed, "I was so worried."
Dawn wrapped her arms around Buffy.
Angel got up from the couch and looked at her.
Buffy smiled, "I'm sorry for warring you. I just needed a breath of air."
Angel stiffened. He caught sight of the marks on his neck.
Buffy went on, not noticing his astonishment.
"Where is everyone?"
Dawn looked down, "They all went out to breakfast. At least I think. They usually do. I just sleep. This is the meeting that I miss. They feel the need to do this. Just to go over all the things that went on last night. Angel stayed. He has a daylight issue."
Buffy nodded and yawned.
Angel looked at her with piercing eyes .
"Dawnie," Buffy said pleasantly, "I think I need to talk to Angel."
Dawn rolled her eyes, "I figured as much."
Dawn pranced up the stairs.
Angel came towards her and looked at the marks on her neck.
"Spike."
It wasn't a question it was a growl.
"He saved my life," Buffy informed him.
Angel reached out and tilted her head. He looked at the marks on her neck.
"He claimed you."
Buffy looked at him astounded.
"No, he didn't. All these marks mean is that he bit me."
Angel looked at her, glaring.
"When a vampire bites any one, he claims them. It is even when he doesn't turn them."
Buffy's brow wrinkled.
"I don't think so."
"Are you a vampire? Do you know these things?"
Buffy looked at Angel in defiance. She remembered that he had bit her after his grandsire had. Then she remembered that that time had been not been consensual on his part.
*Maybe that is why he was so opposed* she considered her heart dropping. She had thought the reason stemmed out of love.
"You're his territory now," Angel growled.
Buffy felt peed on. She was just like a piece of property that a dog had claimed. That is what Dracula had done. He had tried to top the Order of Angelus.
"Well that is great, I'm tired."
Angel grabbed her arm.
"The Buffy I know doesn't take things like this so lightly."
Buffy shook him off.
"Well the Angel that I knew was a little less grabby."
Angel looked at her long and hard.
"I loved you," he said softly.
Buffy looked at him feeling tears fill her eyes, "Well I will always love you."
Angel shook his head.
"What did I do."
Buffy smiled sadly.
"You left me."
Angel nodded.
"You didn't come after me?"
Buffy realized where Cordelia had won.
"My place is here."
Angel finally understood.
"And mine isn't."
****
Spike waited for the Anointed One and marveled at the cockiness of this child.
Buffy had managed to lower her breathing and heart rate. The child hadn't noticed. Spike wouldn't have unless he had been carefully monitoring. The Slayer talents extended a great deal. Fortunately the little twit didn't know him well enough to notice that he had left his duster.
He felt bad about leaving the Slayer alone. He was scared of what would happen. He knew that the Anointed One hadn't noticed who she was.
He didn't feel so bad about the bite. It had been heavenly and he hadn't wanted to stop. She tasted like the sunshine that he had not seen in a hundred and twenty years.
He held back a smile and waited.
****
"So when did you realize that you loved him?" Buffy asked Willow.
Willow giggled.
"Freshman year."
Buffy laughed, "You take too long girl. I told you to seize the day."
"I did," Willow protested, "I just waited a few years to seize the day."
The girl fest with ice-cream suddenly was interrupted by a knock at the door.
Buffy laughed again, "I think that it is another part of my past ready to show me what is different."
Willow laughed, "Yeah it is probably Jonathan."
Buffy opened the door.
There stood Spike.
"Slayer, they've got Dru. Help. Please."
*****
What do you think? Please review. I miss your words.