A/N #1: Okay, sorry for the delay in posting this.
School things. But now that school's out for the
year, I should be getting parts up faster...unless,
of course, I hit a major brick wall...
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A/N #2: I've decided to boost up the rating from
PG-13 to R as a precaution. It might be a little
overkill but better safe than sorry.
Part Two
Night had fallen. The dark clouds concealed the
full moon. In the distance, a lone wolf's howl
could be heard. Or was it the cry of someone in
pain? In need? He smelt the fear all around him.
It bathed his skin. He was stained in it. This fear.
It filled his nostrils. Ambrosia. It's been a long
time since he'd been on the hunt.
He froze. He was on the hunt again.
He heard someone clapping. He turned his head.
Drusilla stood before him, clapping her hands and
jumping up and down like a little child at Disney
World, laughing.
"My William is free again. Free to be a killer. A bad
dog," she purred, moving closer to him. Moving like
a panther among the trees. Like a predator.
"Don't you hear it calling out to you? The bloodlust.
It is the fire and you are the moth, drawn to it. Let
yourself be drawn to it, my William. Let yourself be
the bad dog again. We can be together again.
Forever." She faded away as quietly as she came.
Spike looked around. Around this forest he found
himself in. Nothing but trees.
He heard it before he saw it. The small rustle of
the low tree branches in front of him. He found
himself smiling. He could tell from the scent that
it was the movements of a frightened girl. A lost
girl. He moved toward her. Her movements stopped
as she heard him approach. He could hear her heart
pounding in her chest; her breath coming out in
heavy pants.
He licked his lips. The hunt was good. Delicious.
He heard her hesitation before she took off, running
for what she hoped was safety. He took off after her.
It didn't take long for him to catch up with her. He
pounced on her like a predator. She screamed as he
pulled her head to the side, sinking his fangs into the
soft, exposed flesh of her jugular.
He relished in the taste of her blood. It'd been so long.
This, too, was ambrosia. Pig's blood could never taste
this good. He drank and drank until there was no more.
And then he released the body and watched it fall to
the ground with a thud.
And that's when he saw it. That's when he saw the
face of his victim. Buffy.
Spike sat up, gasping. What the hell? He looked around
and realized he was alone in bed. He shook his head.
Of course, he was. Why wouldn't he be? Always alone.
He leaned against the head of the bed. Then it struck him.
Buffy's bed. Of course. She insisted he rest at her place
until he was capable of walking on his own without collapsing.
And then, she told him with a smirk, they'd see where to
go from there. Their new relationship was unfamiliar
grounds for both of them. Aside from a few heated make-out
sessions, nothing further had happened. Buffy told him
she wanted to wait until he was up and walking on his own
two feet again. That was two days ago. Today it had been
a week since he came home from that blasted hospital.
Spike was getting bored. Recovery was happening at a
slower pace than he would have liked.
He sighed. Bored again. He closed his eyes. Flashes of his
dream penetrated his thoughts. Ah, the dream. With nothing
else to do, he grabbed his journal and began to write.
*****
What I had feared would happen is beginning. The dreams.
It is something I always wondered about since I discovered
that bloody chip in my head. What would happen if I
somehow got it removed. In the beginning, I remember
dreaming up intricate revenge schemes against those who
put the chip in my brain to begin with. I also had plans for
bagging my third Slayer. Of course, I hadn't anticipated
falling in love with her. Or maybe I was already in love with
her. But that's beside the point. I'm supposed to be discussing
the dream.
But I said I feared this. And I do. I wonder if I'll be strong
enough to resist this. Resist this urge. What if despite all
my boosting, my love for Buffy...what if despite everything...
I'm just a killer after all?
*****
Spike stared at the wall, thinking. Why did that dream
unnerve him so much? It's not like he'd all of a sudden go
on a murdering rampage. He's changed. Mayhem and
destruction were behind him. Right?
The front door opened. Spike wished he could get out of this
blasted bed and go see who it was.
"Spike?" the voice asked for the bottom of the stairway.
"Up here, Nibblet," he called out.
He heard her bound up the stairs. She opened the door and
jumped on the bed beside him.
"Guess what?" she grinned big. "Michael asked me out." She
excitedly hugged him. "Yay!"
"Really? Who is this Michael bloke?" he asked. No one was
going to touch his Lil' Bit until they got the approval of him.
And that was going to be a monumental feat.
"Only the hottest sweetest guy in the entire school."
"So, when do I get to meet him?" Spike asked.
"Meet him? Spike, you'll try to scare him away."
Spike nodded, "That's my job, Nibblet. Have to make sure
you're in good hands."
"Aww, that's so sweet!" Dawn hugged him again and kissed
his cheek.
"Yeah, but don't be spreadin' that around. I have a reputation
to protect."
Dawn rolled her eyes, "Whatever."
"It's true, you know," Spike said, half serious.
"Uh-uh." She smiled, "So, how was your day?"
"Oh, you wouldn't believe it. I was so busy. This morning,
I got up bright and early to discuss my movie idea to the
producer. Then, this afternoon, I made tea and crumpets
for fifty of my closest friends. Then right before you came
home, Britney Spears begged me to turn her but I told her
very sternly that I couldn't, but she wouldn't take 'no' for an
answer."
"Yeah, right. Face it, Spike, you were bored out of your mind."
Spike let go of an unneeded breath, "God, yes! What I wouldn't
give for these damned legs to start moving."
"Well, have you tried?" Dawn asked seriously.
"Tried what?"
"Morning jogging," she said sarcastically, "Walking! Duh!"
"Well, uh-"
Dawn sighed and jumped off the bed. Moving to his side, she
said, "Well, no time like the present." She reached for his hands,
intending to pull him up.
"Dawn, what are you doing?"
"Helping you stand up."
"No, I'm too heavy."
"Whatever. It's not like I'm a weakling. Now, come on, give
me your hands."
Seeing no way out of it, Spike grabbed her hands. She pulled
him up into a standing position. Slowly, she released her grip.
He swayed slightly, but remained standing. Tentatively, he took
a step forward. And didn't collapse.
Dawn smiled, "See. All you had to do was try."
"Well, let's go see what's been happening downstairs, shall we?"
he said with a grin.
Dawn chuckled.
He moved slowly down the stairs, still slightly weak and wobbly.
Dawn remained by his side. He walked to the couch and plopped
down. Grabbing the remote, he turned the TV on.
"You've been dying to walk around and now that you can, you
just sit in front of the TV?" Dawn asked, grinning at him, hands
on her hips.
He shrugged, "You know, you should really talk Big Sis into putting
a TV in her room. Bloody boring up there."
Dawn smiled, "Whatever. I'm gonna grab something from the
fridge. You want?"
He shook his head.
"Okay." She disappeared into the kitchen.
To himself, Spike said, "Let's see what Timmy's been up to."
And he turned the channel to Passions.
Buffy stumbled into the front door. It was late and she was
tired. She was glad the Scoobies agreed to take over tonight's
patrol when she called to inform them of her double-shiftiness.
She wasn't surprised to see the house quiet. It was a school
night and therefore Dawn was in bed asleep. And Spike...well,
Spike was stuck in bed.
She was worried about him. The longer he remained immobile,
the more likely he would never regain the use of his legs. And
she knew Spike would never live with that. He'd rather be dust.
A bang coming from the kitchen startled her from her thoughts.
Falling into the Slayer attack stance, she moved toward the kitchen.
She knew it was probably Dawn getting a glass of water or something,
but experience told her to be cautious. And that she would be.
As she entered the room, Buffy saw someone or something move
off to the side. She spun to face it.
"Spike." she said, dropping out of her attack stance.
"Buffy," he said calmly.
Then realization struck her, "Spike! You're walking!"
He smiled and put a finger to his lips, "Shh. You'll wake Dawn."
She smiled back and assaulted his lips with excited kisses.
He moaned and wrapped his arms around her waist. He
somehow managed to pick her up and set her on the counter.
She promptly wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him
close. He ran his hands across her back, through her hair,
everywhere. She ran her hands across his face, up her arms,
down his muscular chest.
They had to break apart all too soon because of her need for air.
Spike rested his forehead against hers.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
He leaned in and kissed her again. When they broke apart
again, Buffy said in a husky voice, "Let's go upstairs."
He nodded mutely.
They moved together. It was loving. Everything Spike had
hoped for. Perfect. He reached for her hand. They held
hands as they moved. She arched against him and turned her
head to the side, exposing the vulnerable flesh of her jugular.
Spike could hear her blood pumping. He could see it. He felt
his face contort into that of the demon's and suddenly, he
plunged his fangs into her throat, drinking blindly.
End Part Two
School things. But now that school's out for the
year, I should be getting parts up faster...unless,
of course, I hit a major brick wall...
br
A/N #2: I've decided to boost up the rating from
PG-13 to R as a precaution. It might be a little
overkill but better safe than sorry.
Part Two
Night had fallen. The dark clouds concealed the
full moon. In the distance, a lone wolf's howl
could be heard. Or was it the cry of someone in
pain? In need? He smelt the fear all around him.
It bathed his skin. He was stained in it. This fear.
It filled his nostrils. Ambrosia. It's been a long
time since he'd been on the hunt.
He froze. He was on the hunt again.
He heard someone clapping. He turned his head.
Drusilla stood before him, clapping her hands and
jumping up and down like a little child at Disney
World, laughing.
"My William is free again. Free to be a killer. A bad
dog," she purred, moving closer to him. Moving like
a panther among the trees. Like a predator.
"Don't you hear it calling out to you? The bloodlust.
It is the fire and you are the moth, drawn to it. Let
yourself be drawn to it, my William. Let yourself be
the bad dog again. We can be together again.
Forever." She faded away as quietly as she came.
Spike looked around. Around this forest he found
himself in. Nothing but trees.
He heard it before he saw it. The small rustle of
the low tree branches in front of him. He found
himself smiling. He could tell from the scent that
it was the movements of a frightened girl. A lost
girl. He moved toward her. Her movements stopped
as she heard him approach. He could hear her heart
pounding in her chest; her breath coming out in
heavy pants.
He licked his lips. The hunt was good. Delicious.
He heard her hesitation before she took off, running
for what she hoped was safety. He took off after her.
It didn't take long for him to catch up with her. He
pounced on her like a predator. She screamed as he
pulled her head to the side, sinking his fangs into the
soft, exposed flesh of her jugular.
He relished in the taste of her blood. It'd been so long.
This, too, was ambrosia. Pig's blood could never taste
this good. He drank and drank until there was no more.
And then he released the body and watched it fall to
the ground with a thud.
And that's when he saw it. That's when he saw the
face of his victim. Buffy.
Spike sat up, gasping. What the hell? He looked around
and realized he was alone in bed. He shook his head.
Of course, he was. Why wouldn't he be? Always alone.
He leaned against the head of the bed. Then it struck him.
Buffy's bed. Of course. She insisted he rest at her place
until he was capable of walking on his own without collapsing.
And then, she told him with a smirk, they'd see where to
go from there. Their new relationship was unfamiliar
grounds for both of them. Aside from a few heated make-out
sessions, nothing further had happened. Buffy told him
she wanted to wait until he was up and walking on his own
two feet again. That was two days ago. Today it had been
a week since he came home from that blasted hospital.
Spike was getting bored. Recovery was happening at a
slower pace than he would have liked.
He sighed. Bored again. He closed his eyes. Flashes of his
dream penetrated his thoughts. Ah, the dream. With nothing
else to do, he grabbed his journal and began to write.
*****
What I had feared would happen is beginning. The dreams.
It is something I always wondered about since I discovered
that bloody chip in my head. What would happen if I
somehow got it removed. In the beginning, I remember
dreaming up intricate revenge schemes against those who
put the chip in my brain to begin with. I also had plans for
bagging my third Slayer. Of course, I hadn't anticipated
falling in love with her. Or maybe I was already in love with
her. But that's beside the point. I'm supposed to be discussing
the dream.
But I said I feared this. And I do. I wonder if I'll be strong
enough to resist this. Resist this urge. What if despite all
my boosting, my love for Buffy...what if despite everything...
I'm just a killer after all?
*****
Spike stared at the wall, thinking. Why did that dream
unnerve him so much? It's not like he'd all of a sudden go
on a murdering rampage. He's changed. Mayhem and
destruction were behind him. Right?
The front door opened. Spike wished he could get out of this
blasted bed and go see who it was.
"Spike?" the voice asked for the bottom of the stairway.
"Up here, Nibblet," he called out.
He heard her bound up the stairs. She opened the door and
jumped on the bed beside him.
"Guess what?" she grinned big. "Michael asked me out." She
excitedly hugged him. "Yay!"
"Really? Who is this Michael bloke?" he asked. No one was
going to touch his Lil' Bit until they got the approval of him.
And that was going to be a monumental feat.
"Only the hottest sweetest guy in the entire school."
"So, when do I get to meet him?" Spike asked.
"Meet him? Spike, you'll try to scare him away."
Spike nodded, "That's my job, Nibblet. Have to make sure
you're in good hands."
"Aww, that's so sweet!" Dawn hugged him again and kissed
his cheek.
"Yeah, but don't be spreadin' that around. I have a reputation
to protect."
Dawn rolled her eyes, "Whatever."
"It's true, you know," Spike said, half serious.
"Uh-uh." She smiled, "So, how was your day?"
"Oh, you wouldn't believe it. I was so busy. This morning,
I got up bright and early to discuss my movie idea to the
producer. Then, this afternoon, I made tea and crumpets
for fifty of my closest friends. Then right before you came
home, Britney Spears begged me to turn her but I told her
very sternly that I couldn't, but she wouldn't take 'no' for an
answer."
"Yeah, right. Face it, Spike, you were bored out of your mind."
Spike let go of an unneeded breath, "God, yes! What I wouldn't
give for these damned legs to start moving."
"Well, have you tried?" Dawn asked seriously.
"Tried what?"
"Morning jogging," she said sarcastically, "Walking! Duh!"
"Well, uh-"
Dawn sighed and jumped off the bed. Moving to his side, she
said, "Well, no time like the present." She reached for his hands,
intending to pull him up.
"Dawn, what are you doing?"
"Helping you stand up."
"No, I'm too heavy."
"Whatever. It's not like I'm a weakling. Now, come on, give
me your hands."
Seeing no way out of it, Spike grabbed her hands. She pulled
him up into a standing position. Slowly, she released her grip.
He swayed slightly, but remained standing. Tentatively, he took
a step forward. And didn't collapse.
Dawn smiled, "See. All you had to do was try."
"Well, let's go see what's been happening downstairs, shall we?"
he said with a grin.
Dawn chuckled.
He moved slowly down the stairs, still slightly weak and wobbly.
Dawn remained by his side. He walked to the couch and plopped
down. Grabbing the remote, he turned the TV on.
"You've been dying to walk around and now that you can, you
just sit in front of the TV?" Dawn asked, grinning at him, hands
on her hips.
He shrugged, "You know, you should really talk Big Sis into putting
a TV in her room. Bloody boring up there."
Dawn smiled, "Whatever. I'm gonna grab something from the
fridge. You want?"
He shook his head.
"Okay." She disappeared into the kitchen.
To himself, Spike said, "Let's see what Timmy's been up to."
And he turned the channel to Passions.
Buffy stumbled into the front door. It was late and she was
tired. She was glad the Scoobies agreed to take over tonight's
patrol when she called to inform them of her double-shiftiness.
She wasn't surprised to see the house quiet. It was a school
night and therefore Dawn was in bed asleep. And Spike...well,
Spike was stuck in bed.
She was worried about him. The longer he remained immobile,
the more likely he would never regain the use of his legs. And
she knew Spike would never live with that. He'd rather be dust.
A bang coming from the kitchen startled her from her thoughts.
Falling into the Slayer attack stance, she moved toward the kitchen.
She knew it was probably Dawn getting a glass of water or something,
but experience told her to be cautious. And that she would be.
As she entered the room, Buffy saw someone or something move
off to the side. She spun to face it.
"Spike." she said, dropping out of her attack stance.
"Buffy," he said calmly.
Then realization struck her, "Spike! You're walking!"
He smiled and put a finger to his lips, "Shh. You'll wake Dawn."
She smiled back and assaulted his lips with excited kisses.
He moaned and wrapped his arms around her waist. He
somehow managed to pick her up and set her on the counter.
She promptly wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him
close. He ran his hands across her back, through her hair,
everywhere. She ran her hands across his face, up her arms,
down his muscular chest.
They had to break apart all too soon because of her need for air.
Spike rested his forehead against hers.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
He leaned in and kissed her again. When they broke apart
again, Buffy said in a husky voice, "Let's go upstairs."
He nodded mutely.
They moved together. It was loving. Everything Spike had
hoped for. Perfect. He reached for her hand. They held
hands as they moved. She arched against him and turned her
head to the side, exposing the vulnerable flesh of her jugular.
Spike could hear her blood pumping. He could see it. He felt
his face contort into that of the demon's and suddenly, he
plunged his fangs into her throat, drinking blindly.
End Part Two
