Redefined: 11
A/N: Hi all. Looks like I got this one out sooner than I thought. I want to thank msu for the happy birthday wish. Thanks. This is a gift for myself and readers. A long one. Enjoy. Skyz.
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Redefined:
Two weeks prior:
Wolfe hung up the phone as he finished his last phone call. He sat back in his chair with a wary sigh. He had just finished making calls to all of the remaining Scoobies, explained what had gone on and now all he had left to do was wait. Sit and wait. That was what Giles and the rest had advised him to do.
No going off to rescue his parents on his own. No he wasn't prepared for such a thing they'd said and he had silently agreed. While he might be the child of a vampire and Slayer, he didn't go out and fight the forces of evil. He left that up to the pros. Like the Slayers that had come after his mother had passed. He kept himself occupied by the museums he ran. The Sunnydale one in particular.
On the rare occasion some demon cult, or some foolish person came to kill the hybrid of the fiercest Slayer ever and her mate William the Bloody he took care of them. He did what he had to do, but only when he had to. He was a lover not a fighter. That thought made him smile slightly wondering what Spike would think of that. Probably remind him of himself as William. The thought though as amusing as it was quickly faded and he closed his eyes.
He knew that he had a limited timetable to play around with. Travers was not going to keep them alive just for the fun of it. Sooner rather than later, he would make them cease to exist and he could-- would not allow that to happen. But to do that he had to wait. He had to wait for the pros to come in. To discuss, analyze and then he would act. Only then.
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Present Time:
"One, two, three..Go," the voice was commanding and held the faintest hint of a youth that would not leave.
Willow looked down at her laptop and studied the glowing figures that were moving across the screen. Her eyes were narrowed as she concentrated intently.
"Connor...to your left is the door the guards will be coming out of. Be careful, and this time try to maim not kill the humans okay?"
"I'll try," was the grim response she got.
Connor appeared on screen a glowing orange as he waited hidden in the hedges off to the farther part of the Travers estate in Northern California. He bounced on the balls of his feet in excitement. Things like this always got his blood pumping and he was ready to kill. His eyes alert and sharp in the darkness watched the door as he heard Willow count off in his head and she sounded the alarm.
Second's later guards of various sizes and shapes, human and demons alike spilled out of the very door he was watching and he grinned as he pounced. He flew at them full force, laughing as he heard the satisfying crunch of bone under his skillful hands. First blood, he thought in triumph.
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Willow kept an eye on Connor even as she turned her attention to the next member of her team. Her eyes focused on the purple dot that was currently crawling through the sewers below the Travers estate.
"Grace? How're you doing?" she asked in concern as she saw the dot pause and stay still.
"Great," she heard Grace respond. "Great..if that's what being surrounded by the dead equals Wills. Give us a minute," she muttered.
Grace crouched low to the filthy ground as her senses primed for any other worldly thing rose to the forefront and she blinked once before she registered Willow was talking in her head. Asking how she was doing. Not good, she thought as she watched them appear out of the walls.
Demons so rare they were thought to have been extinct taken out by some unknown origin. Grace found herself grinning.
"Why you old devil Travers. In house security of the great kind," she mumbled as she shook her head.
The pale translucent forms of the once immortal race known as the G'hai people surrounded her. Their low incessant voices droning on and on, to the sensitive ears she had they were yelling in actuality they were only whispering. An effective tool to use on one like herself. Score one for the glowly ones, she thought as she threw back her head and let out a howl that meant only one thing.
Her transformation was quick and easy, once human now in wolf form she sent her thoughts to Willow. It just so happened that the G'hai had once been a delicacy of her very own race. She knew exactly how to take them down. Nothing to worry about Willow she thought in feral delight as she lost herself to the Wolf.
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Willow checked Grace off as she looked in on Connor who was just finishing up with the guards. Two ready to go, she thought as she shifted her attention once again. A smile tugged at her mouth as she took in the combined glow of the Scoobies of old, a lovely color of red.
"Guys can you hear me?" she asked.
"Yes..er..Willow we can hear you," Giles spoke aloud forgetting she was in his head and heard the thoughts before he had even spoken them.
"Good. You guys ready? You know what you're going to do?"
Their chorus of affirmatives greeted her and she grinned.
"Go ahead."
Giles glanced around the empty parking lot he and the Scoobies occupied at the moment and began to build the fire they'd been instructed they build.
"Willow," he called as he looked at Willow1 who stood nervously beside him clutching the book she had been instructed to use in order to do the spell Willow2 needed done.
Xander stood on the ready for any who came to stop them, a new confidence underlining his stance as he ran his new mantra through his head. I saved the world by myself once, this is nothing. I saved the world by myself once, this is nothing.
The two by the fire began to chant as they had been instructed to and the fire roared to life as Willow threw a handful of herbs she'd brought.
"Watch your back Xan, on your left two vamps have come to play," his own future self announced in his ear.
Xander straightened and turned slowly his hands gripping his sword with sudden sweaty palms. Fear crept through him as he watched the vamps approach from the shadows into the light. His voice in his head was the only thing that kept him from bailing and running like a chicken. With unsure yet measured moves, he listened as he heard himself be instructed on the method of slice and dice layman style.
Stroke after stroke he found himself ever amazed at how well he was doing. When he had slayed the two vampires he let out a roar of relief and happiness that turned into a groan as more vamps appeared. He cast a quick glance at the two at the fire locked in their trance they'd be of no help.
"A little help here," he muttered as he began to fight.
"Have no fear the Xan-man's here," he heard his voice announce just as Xander2 launched himself into the fray with the skills he'd picked up these twenty some years. Xander stared at himself in awe and delight.
"Damn I'm good," he mumbled as he joined the fight in earnest.
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Willow glanced at her watch and saw they were right on time. She searched for the color she wanted on the screen and frowned as she saw the blue color moving unhindered.
"What are you doing?" she demanded anxiously.
He didn't respond to her voice, in fact he completely blocked her voice out and strode determinedly towards his objective.
Willow clutched her hands together as she watched.
"Don't do it," she whispered. "Don't do it!"
Wolfe couldn't hear her and even if he had it would not have stopped him. The front door of the huge estate loomed ahead and with a look of deadly concentration he ran, with all his might and flew at the door.
As soon as his feet hit the wood, it shattered as if made of glass, into a million pieces. Wolfe stepped over the barrier, the wood crunching under his boots as he looked around in mild surprise.
"That's what I call easy access," he announced to the empty foyer. Spreading his arms wide he stretched and rolled his shoulders.
"Can't be that easy now can it old man?" he muttered. "Bring it Travers!!!! Bring it and see me defeat it. I'm comin' for you old man," he yelled as the white forms of the G'hai people converged around him and as one they attacked.
Wolfe frowned in confusion as his hits went right through the things, nothing he did stopped them and soon he found himself being brought to his knees.
"Damn ghosts," he grumbled as he tried uselessly to block their blows.
"Is Wolfie afraid of ghosts?" Graces voice came from behind him as she trotted into the room from the wrecked doorway. "I told Willow it would be easier and a lot less smelly to use the front door. Having trouble baby? Shall I give you a hand?"
Wolfe grunted as he took a fist to his jaw and glared over at his love with flashing golden eyes.
"I'd appreciate it babe," he growled.
Grace regarded the ghosts for a moment before she sprang into action.
"I've got this, go on," she ordered.
Wolfe jumped to his feet as he was released and headed for the spiraling staircase to his left.
"Thanks and have fun babe," he called as he left her to it.
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Willow turned to the people in the van with her and regarded them a moment before she finally spoke.
"That's it. How do you think we'll do?" she asked.
"I think they'll all die," Angel muttered.
"Shut up," Giles snapped. "We have provided Wolfe with all we can. It is all in his hands. Only he can save them. And if I hear one word out of you again Angel I'll....I'll make you sorry," Giles warned a little of his old Ripper self-showing briefly.
"If he won't I will for sure Angel, we don't need your negative attitude here! You're here for your knowledge only, so shut it and zip it," Willow said mildly as she returned her attention to the screen.
It was all up to Wolfe.
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"Sir..we have to get out of here. The house is being over run with intruders," Henry urged his master.
Quentin shook his head a smile firmly planted on his face. The glint in his eyes slightly insane.
"Of course Henry. I had no doubt they would come. They always do. For their fearless leader. The Slayer. Buffy Summers the golden one, the best Slayer ever. A legend. Her life is in my hands Henry and the boy is well aware of that. I have waited years, decades for this moment! I have finally won. Do you see? Do you see how it is?! NO ONE CAN TAKE DOWN QUENTIN TRAVERS AND SURVIVE TO TELL THE TALE. I WILL DESTROY THEM. DO YOU SEE?!!!!!"
"I see a crazy old man all alone," Wolfe spoke in his ear and he grinned rakishly as Quentin gasped in breath and clutched his chest.
"You're too late," he gasped out.
"Too late? I am thinking I'm right on time old man. I've lived with the threat of you hanging over my head all my life and now...today I can finish you off. Because of you my parents died. I never got to know them; they never got to see me grow up. They died by your hand no matter who struck the final blow. Today you will die by my hand," Wolfe spoke in a deadly voice, his restraint gone and his reason somewhere on the edge of gone.
Quentin laughed with his last breath and lifted one shaking finger to the security monitor.
"I win," he whispered as he died.
Wolfe followed Quentin's unseeing gaze and frowned his eyes searching the bank of monitors trying to see what had made the old man think he'd won. His eyes found it a second later and it took his brain a minute or so to comprehend what he was seeing. As he did he blinked, shook his head, blinked again.
Then he screamed in horror and pain.
"NOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!"
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Swept away...she was being swept away. Floating that's what it felt like, that's what she would remember. The pain an after thought. But the pleasure...it threaded its way through her body slowly but surely soaking into her making her boneless and lethargic.
Her small hands fisted in the fabric at his shoulders as she pressed herself closer, inviting and then-
Her scream came with the realization Spike had his fangs in her neck and she was doing nothing to stop him!!! He was drinking her blood and she was thoroughly enjoying it. Disgust swept through her and she didn't think as she thrust him into the nearest wall.
They both screamed in pain.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!!!" Buffy screamed as she pressed a hand to the wound in her neck.
Spike shook his head as if he couldn't comprehend what she'd said, as if she had spoken in a language he didn't understand. He lifted shaking hands to his face, to his mouth. His fingers paused as they found his mouth covered in blood. Slowly he tasted it and froze as the taste assaulted his senses and his eyes shot up to meet the horrified green of the Slayer's.
"Buffy.." he whispered in horror and disbelief. "Buffy.." he tried again words failing him as he realized what he had done, to whom and what he could have done.
Sick with it he felt his stomach clench and he clamped a hand over his mouth only to find it covered in her blood and he recoiled crying out in rage and helplessness. How could he make this right? How could he make this rig-
"Mom?!!!!!!!!!!" Wolfe scream echoed off the walls as he hurdled through the door breaking it as if it were nothing. His eyes swept the room, over the fallen form of his father then to his mother's horrified and extremely shaken form.
He didn't think as he turned his back on his father and went to take care of Buffy.
Spike though saw it for the unconscious act it had been. A rejection. And rightfully so, he thought hollowly. Only an animal would do something like that!!! Only an evil soulless demon. A monster. He closed his eyes in pain and shook with silent agony. He ached all over. Inside, outside.
God help him, he thought. God help him? He shook his head. No, he was damned. Evil. He was evil, he had made no qualms about it, never tried to be any different. But evil demons did not feel guilty over almost killing the Slayer. They didn't feel pain, sorrow over the fact his son had turned from him in disgust.
Demons were evil. There was no need for shades of grey, they were what they were. He had once been evil, once known the blood of Slayers in the throes of death..now he shook with the desire to undo what could never be done, as he relieved himself of his Slayer's precious lifeblood. He was evil he reminded himself as he slumped to the ground. Evil. Only and always. This was what he was and always would be. He saw no future on the path of redemption, he saw no soul, he saw no son...most of all he saw no Slayer as images of what could have been flashed behind his closed eyes. He saw only the image of the demon he was.
He saw only a vampire, who once had the world and now had nothing.
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"It was so weird Giles," Buffy said hours later as she lounged on her bed in their in house infirmary.
"Buffy you do realize you were extremely lucky do you not?" Giles asked gently as he watched her as she fiddled with the blankets that were pulled up to her chin.
"Of course," she mumbled her eyes going off in another direction. She wasn't going to look at Giles, she didn't want too see the disappointment in his eyes once he found out she'd let Spike bite her.
"How did this happen? Spike specifically told us if any of us were to die, we wouldn't be getting home. Tell me how this happened please."
Buffy closed her eyes and leaned back against her pillows.
She slowly, emotionless as she could she explained what had gone on. How she let him kiss her wanted more and generally welcomed him to kill her.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled as she finished.
Giles watched his charge with a degree of bemusement and a good dose of love. She was a remarkable girl and he loved her. But as he Watcher he knew he should in no way encourage her feelings, yes feelings, he had no doubt there were feelings involved on both sides. But then again he was never one to stick to the rules.
"Buffy...you have nothing to feel ashamed for. It would be ridiculous to assume you did not have feelings for Spike! All the things you have found out have only brought out what we are now sure would have come about no matter what. If you are attracted to, Spike then so be it. I will not judge you Buffy, I have no right. But I will say this...Spike did amazing things in this time. He was steadfast in his loyalty to you, he helped you for years and you loved him, had a child together. Married him. There is hope that perhaps even still when we get home you and he----"
"No! No, Giles there will be no us. Spike is leaving as soon as he gets back. If he doesn't then his heart and my stake will have an appointment. He's evil Giles; he tried to kill me tonight!!"
"Yesterday actually," Giles muttered absently.
"Today, yesterday whatever! That's besides the point, which is he tried to drain me dry-"
"Buffy he was irrational with extreme blood lust and the animalistic side of him won out as he bit you. You have to understand what that does to a vampire. Spike had been with out blood for almost the whole two weeks you two were there. I am not condoning it but it is reasonable to understand how he acted as he did. Blood lust like that changes the whole make up of the vampire Buffy. Pushing most any other emotion besides hunger from the brain and leads them to kill recklessly. That's why you were not aware it was Spike outside the door, the blood lust made his molecular signature alter. N-"
"I can't believe you're defending him!!!! Giles am I the only one who sees him for what he really is?! If all you're going to do is jump on the yah is Spike bandwagon then leave! I do not want to hear it. Spike is evil and all he did was what he always does. He's a vampire not a man!"
Giles eyed her one long moment before he rose and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"I think you know better than that. I think you need to decide what you want Buffy. What you need and then I suggest you act on it."
Buffy tried to drown out his insightful words with humming but failed miserable. Lifting a shaking hand to the bandaged wound on her throat, she inhaled deeply. This had not been a painful experience and had had no hints of this evil blood lusty demon Giles said happened to vamps who hadn't fed in a good while. He hadn't come at her game face on; no he'd kissed her, made her want him and then boom! Come forth the fangs. The brief pain to be replaced by pleasure. She was sure that wasn't natural; Giles had told her vamp bites were painful, especially when you were being fed from. She hoped it wasn't a Slayer thing.
Sighing she dropped her hand from her neck. Spike was a vampire and she regretted that she had started to see him for what he could be rather than what he was. She had expected too much and now....now she wanted nothing to do with him. She wondered why the thought caused such heartache, and then thought better of it. She didn't need to know, she would never examine the part of her that harbored feelings for Spike. Never.
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"I can't believe you! Bite her again and you're dust fang boy! I saw all about you, how good you became, how you loved her, but I saw you! The same evil vamp you've always been. You saddled Buffy with a kid and tried to rape her! You're nothing man, not even that, you're a worthless vampire! When we get home if I see you, again you are dust-you hear me-" Xander's scream echoed even after Giles came to retrieve him.
Spike stared at the wall his face impassive and sitting on the edge of the bed he was ready to spring up and do some damage to anyone else who came in here. He didn't need to hear their blame, didn't want to see the looks in their eyes. Scowling he reached for the fags Grace had brought along with a long lecture on how to control the demon within. He snorted as he took a long drag.
"You can't smoke in here," Wolfe said as he strolled in hands deep in his jeans pockets.
Spike flicked the ashes to the ground and ignored him.
"Not talking? Seriously though put the cig away Spike," Wolfe warned.
Spike looked up his eyes cold and flat. He dangled the cig between his fingers and waved it back and forth showering the ground with ashes.
"Why? You gonna come over here and make me boy?"
Wolfe narrowed his eyes and wondered how he was going to go about this. He had come to talk but now it appeared his dad didn't have talking to him, probably ever on his mind. From all he knew about Spike he knew how to handle him.
"Come on dad I just want to tal-"
"Dad?! What is wrong with you boy? Do I act like your bloody dad? I'm not! I might have the face but inside there's nothin' good. You think what? You think I care about you?"
"Listen you're understandable upset after yesterday. When we got you out you were unconscious, calm down."
Spike rose suddenly crushing out the cigarette.
"Any boy of mine wouldn't need two weeks to get his PARENTS out of their prison. He wouldn't follow Angelus around like a dog in heat either. MY BOY would be nothing like you. You know what you are? You're just like your mother. Weak, easily led, stupid---"
"Don't talk about her like that," Wolfe, growled his own anger coming forth unexpectedly.
"What? It's the truth and we're all into the truth here aren't we? Well Wolfe that bite? She was asking for it, begging for it. What was I supposed to do? Let an offer like that slip away? I'm sure she'd be a great fu---"
Wolfe's body moved on its own accord and before he knew it, he was hitting Spike a swinging right to the jaw. Spike flew into the wall leaving a large indentation as he slid down it.
Spike slowly got to his feet his hand touched his aching jaw. Grinning slowly he shed his duster.
"Temper, temper... Well looky here the Wolfe boy has more underneath his do gooder body suit than I gave credit. My, my, is this any way to treat your good old dad?" he mocked as he met his son half way fists and fangs out to play.
"You want to play it this way?" Wolfe hissed as he tumbled to the ground under his father's assault.
"This is the way it is boy! Look into my eyes do you see any love?! That's right I'm not your dad! I will never be your dad-I am no that weak, Slayer whipped Spike. I will never lower myself to be with her, never touch her again!!! I'm evil, the sooner you see it the better off you'll be," Spike screamed as he rolled off his son and turned his back his point made.
Wolfe's grip on his shoulder had him swinging around.
"Don't walk away from me Spike," Wolfe said. "We aren't finished here! You want a fight you got it. Come on. What's wrong? Can't take me? Scared? Can you only bite defenseless women?"
Spike smirked.
"Surely you aren't referring to your mother are you? She's no weakling boy, she's the bloody Slayer!"
"You took her by surprise she was happy to see you and you used her. Made her your snack," Wolfe yelled.
Spike lowered his head as shame overcame him.
"I wasn't gonna bite her," he mumbled.
Wolfe's own smirk came out an exact replica of his father's.
"'I wasn't gonna bite her,' "Wolfe mocked cruelly.
Spike stiffened and clenched his jaw as he met Wolfe's gaze head on.
"I wasn't. Travers brought me there and I knew he thought I'd kill her. Because I hate her, you know? I do, I hate her so bloody much it hurts! Then she was there and she was..she was happy to see me, well after trying to take my head off that is. I wasn't gonna kiss her either I swear!! I just... I could smell her, the blood..but that came later you know? After the kiss. The kiss was the first mistake, cuz I had to get close to her to do it. Had to put my arms around her, had to have her close. Mistake, cuz then I couldn't let her go and before I knew it, I was biting her. But see? The thing is it should never have happened like that. She's the Slayer she's stronger than me and when I bit her you know what she did? She pressed closer. Then it really got weird.I mean there was the floating and the---the-you know..." he mumbled unable to look at him.
Wolfe watched him and slowly uncoiled.
"The pleasure?" he offered helpfully.
"Well yeah. Which in it of its self isn't unusual, but then it was like..I can't talk to you about this," he broke off looking away from his son's perceptive gaze.
"Well...all in all this was a different experience all around I take it."
Spike glanced up and cringed as he noticed the dry blood of Wolfe's spilt lip.
"I'm----I'm sorry 'bout that. I didn't mean to 'urt you," he stated clearly.
Wolfe grinned.
"You didn't do anything I didn't let you. Now sorry is good, sorry is on the path of redemption," he said with a laugh.
Spike's horrified gaze settled on him.
"WHAT? I don't like this! I don't like feeling torn in two. I'm a demon mate, evil and now I'm havin' all these thoughts...it's unnatural I tell you. These feelings, these God-awful feelings are crawling under m'skin, burrowing underneath and I can't shake 'em! What do I do?"
"I was kidding. Sort of. Not really. I can't tell you what to do, but I can tell you what you should do. You aren't the only one who's feeling this way. Mom is probably feeling the same way, add the fact you accidentally tried to kill her and she's bound to be in upheaval. You need to apologize, explain your feelings and go from there."
"I'm not doing that. Why would I do that? Should I? Would she accept it?"
He didn't let Wolfe answer.
"Of course she wouldn't! I mean I did feed from her and well that's unforgivable. That being the case I don't think I should. No I won't."
Wolfe strolled over to Spike slung an arm over his shoulders and began leading him out of the room.
"Too bad, cuz I'm making you. Apologize, resolve this and move on. If she wants nothing to do with you, well you still have Dru huh? Now get," Wolfe, ordered as he shoved Spike into Buffy's room shutting and locking the door behind him.
Wolfe paused beside the closed door and shook his head. What a weird match he came from, he thought in amusement as he almost skipped off in happiness.
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"Look its psycho blood lusty Spike come to do me in," Buffy said mockingly as she glared at him.
"Look I'm sorry okay?" he growled his back already up.
"Real heart felt Spike! Very sincere..I almost believe you. Get out of here. Now," she spat staring straight ahead.
Spike turned slightly before he swung back, she wasn't going to kick him out when he was trying to apologize! No way in hell.
"I am sorry," he said softly and sincerely.
"No you're not."
"Yes I am!"
"No you aren't!"
"Yes I am!"
"No you aren't!"
"No you aren't," Spike experimentally put in.
Buffy scowled at him, a smile threatening to break out.
"You can't do that Spike. I'm smarter than you, you can't fool me. Besides I'm the only one who can do that."
"Says who?"
"Says me," she snapped back.
"That's not a good enough reason!"
"It's reason enough Spike."
Silence descended as each refused to speak to the other.
"You can't tell me you didn't want me to kiss you," Spike finally muttered.
"What I didn't want was you vamping out and biting me! It wasn't an open invitation to suck my blood Spike! I mean what is it with you vamps? Vamping out when you kiss me, Angel d---"
"Don't ever compare me to Peaches," Spike growled, as he suddenly loomed large and oppressive over her.
"Get out of my face with that jealous crap! I'll do what I like Spike! ANGEL did the same thing when we kissed, vamped out but at least he didn't bite like others I know."
Low blow, Spike thought as he began to sit down on her bed.
"What are you doing?" Buffy breathed in horrified fascination as he situated himself next to her on the bed, his body firmly pressed to her side.
"Scoot over... Unless you want to lie on top of me, m'not as opposed to the idea as before. In fact, I quite fancy it. C'mere and snuggle up to lil ol'me," he purred turning so their faces were inches apart, his breath cool on her suddenly heated face.
Buffy sputtered, she could not have formed a word if her life depended on it. She settled for giving him a death glare and turning away from his intense gaze.
"Buffy..." he began hesitantly.
"Don't call me that! We aren't friends and only friends can call me that," the bitch in her roared its ugly head as the words came out of her mouth and she regretted them instantly.
Spike blinked and nodded slightly.
"Right then..Slayer I am truly sorry if I hurt you. I did not intend to do such a thing. But and this is no excuse I wasn't thinkin' clearly, what with the kiss then..well I lost my head. I would never-I mean sure, before all I wanted was to dance in your blood, but now things have changed. I'm sorry."
She didn't respond and Spike lifted himself on one elbow to stare down at her.
"Now..when I bit you how did it feel? Cuz I have to say it was nothing I've ever experienced before. And I've killed two Slayers. How was it Buffy? I'm not gonna deny the obvious I want you. Now that I've had a taste I don't fancy on givin' you up," Spike said grimly.
"Shut up," Buffy whispered closing her eyes and lifting her hands to her ears as he spoke right over her.
"Do you want me Buffy? Because when you knocked me away, we both yelled out in pain. Greater than the pain you felt when I bit you yes? Why? I want you. Do you want me Buffy? Want my bite, my body? What about Peaches? He ever give you a thrill like that pet? Ever make you feel this way? Did he give you a son? If I told you, I'd give it all up for you what would you do? Would that be good? What do you want? WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Spike asked urgently.
"I DON'T KNOW," she yelled even as he lifted her so she was sitting upright and crushed his mouth to hers.
"You're mine now Slayer," he growled against her lips.
"Never," she gasped out.
"Forever."
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"What's going on Giles?" Willow asked impatiently.
"Well...he's kissing her," he stammered.
"WHAT?!" Xander screamed as he shoved Giles aside to get a look at the screen. "We've gotta stop him!!!"
"What kind of kiss, move Xander! Oh my God! That's like bodice ripping, pent up sexual frustration pirate kissage. Yah Buffy!"
"Wills you're sick! That's Spike who tried to kill her yesterday! Giles we have to get down there and stop them!"
"He'll do no such thing," Wolfe said from his seat at the control panels. "They're getting to know each other Xander."
"Yeah, with his tongue down her throat!! Giles?!"
Giles turned his back on the kissing couple, a blush rising as he eyed Xander.
"I see no problem, except they are in a bed and..Yes I see your point. Wolfe we can't let them continue this," Giles muttered looking at Wolfe.
"There you go," Xander shouted in triumph. "Let's dust Dead Boy jr."
"I only mean they are not having sex. Here or otherwise. Joyce would never forgive me if I let Buffy do such a thing at her age. Come, we will have to put a stop to this at once."
"What? Where's the Spike's evil, soulless crap Giles?! We aren't going to let her be with him are we?"
No one answered as they filed out of the room.
"Oh God please no," he gasped in horror as he swayed and fell to the ground in a heap unconscious.
A/N: Hi all. Looks like I got this one out sooner than I thought. I want to thank msu for the happy birthday wish. Thanks. This is a gift for myself and readers. A long one. Enjoy. Skyz.
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Redefined:
Two weeks prior:
Wolfe hung up the phone as he finished his last phone call. He sat back in his chair with a wary sigh. He had just finished making calls to all of the remaining Scoobies, explained what had gone on and now all he had left to do was wait. Sit and wait. That was what Giles and the rest had advised him to do.
No going off to rescue his parents on his own. No he wasn't prepared for such a thing they'd said and he had silently agreed. While he might be the child of a vampire and Slayer, he didn't go out and fight the forces of evil. He left that up to the pros. Like the Slayers that had come after his mother had passed. He kept himself occupied by the museums he ran. The Sunnydale one in particular.
On the rare occasion some demon cult, or some foolish person came to kill the hybrid of the fiercest Slayer ever and her mate William the Bloody he took care of them. He did what he had to do, but only when he had to. He was a lover not a fighter. That thought made him smile slightly wondering what Spike would think of that. Probably remind him of himself as William. The thought though as amusing as it was quickly faded and he closed his eyes.
He knew that he had a limited timetable to play around with. Travers was not going to keep them alive just for the fun of it. Sooner rather than later, he would make them cease to exist and he could-- would not allow that to happen. But to do that he had to wait. He had to wait for the pros to come in. To discuss, analyze and then he would act. Only then.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Present Time:
"One, two, three..Go," the voice was commanding and held the faintest hint of a youth that would not leave.
Willow looked down at her laptop and studied the glowing figures that were moving across the screen. Her eyes were narrowed as she concentrated intently.
"Connor...to your left is the door the guards will be coming out of. Be careful, and this time try to maim not kill the humans okay?"
"I'll try," was the grim response she got.
Connor appeared on screen a glowing orange as he waited hidden in the hedges off to the farther part of the Travers estate in Northern California. He bounced on the balls of his feet in excitement. Things like this always got his blood pumping and he was ready to kill. His eyes alert and sharp in the darkness watched the door as he heard Willow count off in his head and she sounded the alarm.
Second's later guards of various sizes and shapes, human and demons alike spilled out of the very door he was watching and he grinned as he pounced. He flew at them full force, laughing as he heard the satisfying crunch of bone under his skillful hands. First blood, he thought in triumph.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Willow kept an eye on Connor even as she turned her attention to the next member of her team. Her eyes focused on the purple dot that was currently crawling through the sewers below the Travers estate.
"Grace? How're you doing?" she asked in concern as she saw the dot pause and stay still.
"Great," she heard Grace respond. "Great..if that's what being surrounded by the dead equals Wills. Give us a minute," she muttered.
Grace crouched low to the filthy ground as her senses primed for any other worldly thing rose to the forefront and she blinked once before she registered Willow was talking in her head. Asking how she was doing. Not good, she thought as she watched them appear out of the walls.
Demons so rare they were thought to have been extinct taken out by some unknown origin. Grace found herself grinning.
"Why you old devil Travers. In house security of the great kind," she mumbled as she shook her head.
The pale translucent forms of the once immortal race known as the G'hai people surrounded her. Their low incessant voices droning on and on, to the sensitive ears she had they were yelling in actuality they were only whispering. An effective tool to use on one like herself. Score one for the glowly ones, she thought as she threw back her head and let out a howl that meant only one thing.
Her transformation was quick and easy, once human now in wolf form she sent her thoughts to Willow. It just so happened that the G'hai had once been a delicacy of her very own race. She knew exactly how to take them down. Nothing to worry about Willow she thought in feral delight as she lost herself to the Wolf.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Willow checked Grace off as she looked in on Connor who was just finishing up with the guards. Two ready to go, she thought as she shifted her attention once again. A smile tugged at her mouth as she took in the combined glow of the Scoobies of old, a lovely color of red.
"Guys can you hear me?" she asked.
"Yes..er..Willow we can hear you," Giles spoke aloud forgetting she was in his head and heard the thoughts before he had even spoken them.
"Good. You guys ready? You know what you're going to do?"
Their chorus of affirmatives greeted her and she grinned.
"Go ahead."
Giles glanced around the empty parking lot he and the Scoobies occupied at the moment and began to build the fire they'd been instructed they build.
"Willow," he called as he looked at Willow1 who stood nervously beside him clutching the book she had been instructed to use in order to do the spell Willow2 needed done.
Xander stood on the ready for any who came to stop them, a new confidence underlining his stance as he ran his new mantra through his head. I saved the world by myself once, this is nothing. I saved the world by myself once, this is nothing.
The two by the fire began to chant as they had been instructed to and the fire roared to life as Willow threw a handful of herbs she'd brought.
"Watch your back Xan, on your left two vamps have come to play," his own future self announced in his ear.
Xander straightened and turned slowly his hands gripping his sword with sudden sweaty palms. Fear crept through him as he watched the vamps approach from the shadows into the light. His voice in his head was the only thing that kept him from bailing and running like a chicken. With unsure yet measured moves, he listened as he heard himself be instructed on the method of slice and dice layman style.
Stroke after stroke he found himself ever amazed at how well he was doing. When he had slayed the two vampires he let out a roar of relief and happiness that turned into a groan as more vamps appeared. He cast a quick glance at the two at the fire locked in their trance they'd be of no help.
"A little help here," he muttered as he began to fight.
"Have no fear the Xan-man's here," he heard his voice announce just as Xander2 launched himself into the fray with the skills he'd picked up these twenty some years. Xander stared at himself in awe and delight.
"Damn I'm good," he mumbled as he joined the fight in earnest.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Willow glanced at her watch and saw they were right on time. She searched for the color she wanted on the screen and frowned as she saw the blue color moving unhindered.
"What are you doing?" she demanded anxiously.
He didn't respond to her voice, in fact he completely blocked her voice out and strode determinedly towards his objective.
Willow clutched her hands together as she watched.
"Don't do it," she whispered. "Don't do it!"
Wolfe couldn't hear her and even if he had it would not have stopped him. The front door of the huge estate loomed ahead and with a look of deadly concentration he ran, with all his might and flew at the door.
As soon as his feet hit the wood, it shattered as if made of glass, into a million pieces. Wolfe stepped over the barrier, the wood crunching under his boots as he looked around in mild surprise.
"That's what I call easy access," he announced to the empty foyer. Spreading his arms wide he stretched and rolled his shoulders.
"Can't be that easy now can it old man?" he muttered. "Bring it Travers!!!! Bring it and see me defeat it. I'm comin' for you old man," he yelled as the white forms of the G'hai people converged around him and as one they attacked.
Wolfe frowned in confusion as his hits went right through the things, nothing he did stopped them and soon he found himself being brought to his knees.
"Damn ghosts," he grumbled as he tried uselessly to block their blows.
"Is Wolfie afraid of ghosts?" Graces voice came from behind him as she trotted into the room from the wrecked doorway. "I told Willow it would be easier and a lot less smelly to use the front door. Having trouble baby? Shall I give you a hand?"
Wolfe grunted as he took a fist to his jaw and glared over at his love with flashing golden eyes.
"I'd appreciate it babe," he growled.
Grace regarded the ghosts for a moment before she sprang into action.
"I've got this, go on," she ordered.
Wolfe jumped to his feet as he was released and headed for the spiraling staircase to his left.
"Thanks and have fun babe," he called as he left her to it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Willow turned to the people in the van with her and regarded them a moment before she finally spoke.
"That's it. How do you think we'll do?" she asked.
"I think they'll all die," Angel muttered.
"Shut up," Giles snapped. "We have provided Wolfe with all we can. It is all in his hands. Only he can save them. And if I hear one word out of you again Angel I'll....I'll make you sorry," Giles warned a little of his old Ripper self-showing briefly.
"If he won't I will for sure Angel, we don't need your negative attitude here! You're here for your knowledge only, so shut it and zip it," Willow said mildly as she returned her attention to the screen.
It was all up to Wolfe.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Sir..we have to get out of here. The house is being over run with intruders," Henry urged his master.
Quentin shook his head a smile firmly planted on his face. The glint in his eyes slightly insane.
"Of course Henry. I had no doubt they would come. They always do. For their fearless leader. The Slayer. Buffy Summers the golden one, the best Slayer ever. A legend. Her life is in my hands Henry and the boy is well aware of that. I have waited years, decades for this moment! I have finally won. Do you see? Do you see how it is?! NO ONE CAN TAKE DOWN QUENTIN TRAVERS AND SURVIVE TO TELL THE TALE. I WILL DESTROY THEM. DO YOU SEE?!!!!!"
"I see a crazy old man all alone," Wolfe spoke in his ear and he grinned rakishly as Quentin gasped in breath and clutched his chest.
"You're too late," he gasped out.
"Too late? I am thinking I'm right on time old man. I've lived with the threat of you hanging over my head all my life and now...today I can finish you off. Because of you my parents died. I never got to know them; they never got to see me grow up. They died by your hand no matter who struck the final blow. Today you will die by my hand," Wolfe spoke in a deadly voice, his restraint gone and his reason somewhere on the edge of gone.
Quentin laughed with his last breath and lifted one shaking finger to the security monitor.
"I win," he whispered as he died.
Wolfe followed Quentin's unseeing gaze and frowned his eyes searching the bank of monitors trying to see what had made the old man think he'd won. His eyes found it a second later and it took his brain a minute or so to comprehend what he was seeing. As he did he blinked, shook his head, blinked again.
Then he screamed in horror and pain.
"NOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Swept away...she was being swept away. Floating that's what it felt like, that's what she would remember. The pain an after thought. But the pleasure...it threaded its way through her body slowly but surely soaking into her making her boneless and lethargic.
Her small hands fisted in the fabric at his shoulders as she pressed herself closer, inviting and then-
Her scream came with the realization Spike had his fangs in her neck and she was doing nothing to stop him!!! He was drinking her blood and she was thoroughly enjoying it. Disgust swept through her and she didn't think as she thrust him into the nearest wall.
They both screamed in pain.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!!!" Buffy screamed as she pressed a hand to the wound in her neck.
Spike shook his head as if he couldn't comprehend what she'd said, as if she had spoken in a language he didn't understand. He lifted shaking hands to his face, to his mouth. His fingers paused as they found his mouth covered in blood. Slowly he tasted it and froze as the taste assaulted his senses and his eyes shot up to meet the horrified green of the Slayer's.
"Buffy.." he whispered in horror and disbelief. "Buffy.." he tried again words failing him as he realized what he had done, to whom and what he could have done.
Sick with it he felt his stomach clench and he clamped a hand over his mouth only to find it covered in her blood and he recoiled crying out in rage and helplessness. How could he make this right? How could he make this rig-
"Mom?!!!!!!!!!!" Wolfe scream echoed off the walls as he hurdled through the door breaking it as if it were nothing. His eyes swept the room, over the fallen form of his father then to his mother's horrified and extremely shaken form.
He didn't think as he turned his back on his father and went to take care of Buffy.
Spike though saw it for the unconscious act it had been. A rejection. And rightfully so, he thought hollowly. Only an animal would do something like that!!! Only an evil soulless demon. A monster. He closed his eyes in pain and shook with silent agony. He ached all over. Inside, outside.
God help him, he thought. God help him? He shook his head. No, he was damned. Evil. He was evil, he had made no qualms about it, never tried to be any different. But evil demons did not feel guilty over almost killing the Slayer. They didn't feel pain, sorrow over the fact his son had turned from him in disgust.
Demons were evil. There was no need for shades of grey, they were what they were. He had once been evil, once known the blood of Slayers in the throes of death..now he shook with the desire to undo what could never be done, as he relieved himself of his Slayer's precious lifeblood. He was evil he reminded himself as he slumped to the ground. Evil. Only and always. This was what he was and always would be. He saw no future on the path of redemption, he saw no soul, he saw no son...most of all he saw no Slayer as images of what could have been flashed behind his closed eyes. He saw only the image of the demon he was.
He saw only a vampire, who once had the world and now had nothing.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"It was so weird Giles," Buffy said hours later as she lounged on her bed in their in house infirmary.
"Buffy you do realize you were extremely lucky do you not?" Giles asked gently as he watched her as she fiddled with the blankets that were pulled up to her chin.
"Of course," she mumbled her eyes going off in another direction. She wasn't going to look at Giles, she didn't want too see the disappointment in his eyes once he found out she'd let Spike bite her.
"How did this happen? Spike specifically told us if any of us were to die, we wouldn't be getting home. Tell me how this happened please."
Buffy closed her eyes and leaned back against her pillows.
She slowly, emotionless as she could she explained what had gone on. How she let him kiss her wanted more and generally welcomed him to kill her.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled as she finished.
Giles watched his charge with a degree of bemusement and a good dose of love. She was a remarkable girl and he loved her. But as he Watcher he knew he should in no way encourage her feelings, yes feelings, he had no doubt there were feelings involved on both sides. But then again he was never one to stick to the rules.
"Buffy...you have nothing to feel ashamed for. It would be ridiculous to assume you did not have feelings for Spike! All the things you have found out have only brought out what we are now sure would have come about no matter what. If you are attracted to, Spike then so be it. I will not judge you Buffy, I have no right. But I will say this...Spike did amazing things in this time. He was steadfast in his loyalty to you, he helped you for years and you loved him, had a child together. Married him. There is hope that perhaps even still when we get home you and he----"
"No! No, Giles there will be no us. Spike is leaving as soon as he gets back. If he doesn't then his heart and my stake will have an appointment. He's evil Giles; he tried to kill me tonight!!"
"Yesterday actually," Giles muttered absently.
"Today, yesterday whatever! That's besides the point, which is he tried to drain me dry-"
"Buffy he was irrational with extreme blood lust and the animalistic side of him won out as he bit you. You have to understand what that does to a vampire. Spike had been with out blood for almost the whole two weeks you two were there. I am not condoning it but it is reasonable to understand how he acted as he did. Blood lust like that changes the whole make up of the vampire Buffy. Pushing most any other emotion besides hunger from the brain and leads them to kill recklessly. That's why you were not aware it was Spike outside the door, the blood lust made his molecular signature alter. N-"
"I can't believe you're defending him!!!! Giles am I the only one who sees him for what he really is?! If all you're going to do is jump on the yah is Spike bandwagon then leave! I do not want to hear it. Spike is evil and all he did was what he always does. He's a vampire not a man!"
Giles eyed her one long moment before he rose and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"I think you know better than that. I think you need to decide what you want Buffy. What you need and then I suggest you act on it."
Buffy tried to drown out his insightful words with humming but failed miserable. Lifting a shaking hand to the bandaged wound on her throat, she inhaled deeply. This had not been a painful experience and had had no hints of this evil blood lusty demon Giles said happened to vamps who hadn't fed in a good while. He hadn't come at her game face on; no he'd kissed her, made her want him and then boom! Come forth the fangs. The brief pain to be replaced by pleasure. She was sure that wasn't natural; Giles had told her vamp bites were painful, especially when you were being fed from. She hoped it wasn't a Slayer thing.
Sighing she dropped her hand from her neck. Spike was a vampire and she regretted that she had started to see him for what he could be rather than what he was. She had expected too much and now....now she wanted nothing to do with him. She wondered why the thought caused such heartache, and then thought better of it. She didn't need to know, she would never examine the part of her that harbored feelings for Spike. Never.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"I can't believe you! Bite her again and you're dust fang boy! I saw all about you, how good you became, how you loved her, but I saw you! The same evil vamp you've always been. You saddled Buffy with a kid and tried to rape her! You're nothing man, not even that, you're a worthless vampire! When we get home if I see you, again you are dust-you hear me-" Xander's scream echoed even after Giles came to retrieve him.
Spike stared at the wall his face impassive and sitting on the edge of the bed he was ready to spring up and do some damage to anyone else who came in here. He didn't need to hear their blame, didn't want to see the looks in their eyes. Scowling he reached for the fags Grace had brought along with a long lecture on how to control the demon within. He snorted as he took a long drag.
"You can't smoke in here," Wolfe said as he strolled in hands deep in his jeans pockets.
Spike flicked the ashes to the ground and ignored him.
"Not talking? Seriously though put the cig away Spike," Wolfe warned.
Spike looked up his eyes cold and flat. He dangled the cig between his fingers and waved it back and forth showering the ground with ashes.
"Why? You gonna come over here and make me boy?"
Wolfe narrowed his eyes and wondered how he was going to go about this. He had come to talk but now it appeared his dad didn't have talking to him, probably ever on his mind. From all he knew about Spike he knew how to handle him.
"Come on dad I just want to tal-"
"Dad?! What is wrong with you boy? Do I act like your bloody dad? I'm not! I might have the face but inside there's nothin' good. You think what? You think I care about you?"
"Listen you're understandable upset after yesterday. When we got you out you were unconscious, calm down."
Spike rose suddenly crushing out the cigarette.
"Any boy of mine wouldn't need two weeks to get his PARENTS out of their prison. He wouldn't follow Angelus around like a dog in heat either. MY BOY would be nothing like you. You know what you are? You're just like your mother. Weak, easily led, stupid---"
"Don't talk about her like that," Wolfe, growled his own anger coming forth unexpectedly.
"What? It's the truth and we're all into the truth here aren't we? Well Wolfe that bite? She was asking for it, begging for it. What was I supposed to do? Let an offer like that slip away? I'm sure she'd be a great fu---"
Wolfe's body moved on its own accord and before he knew it, he was hitting Spike a swinging right to the jaw. Spike flew into the wall leaving a large indentation as he slid down it.
Spike slowly got to his feet his hand touched his aching jaw. Grinning slowly he shed his duster.
"Temper, temper... Well looky here the Wolfe boy has more underneath his do gooder body suit than I gave credit. My, my, is this any way to treat your good old dad?" he mocked as he met his son half way fists and fangs out to play.
"You want to play it this way?" Wolfe hissed as he tumbled to the ground under his father's assault.
"This is the way it is boy! Look into my eyes do you see any love?! That's right I'm not your dad! I will never be your dad-I am no that weak, Slayer whipped Spike. I will never lower myself to be with her, never touch her again!!! I'm evil, the sooner you see it the better off you'll be," Spike screamed as he rolled off his son and turned his back his point made.
Wolfe's grip on his shoulder had him swinging around.
"Don't walk away from me Spike," Wolfe said. "We aren't finished here! You want a fight you got it. Come on. What's wrong? Can't take me? Scared? Can you only bite defenseless women?"
Spike smirked.
"Surely you aren't referring to your mother are you? She's no weakling boy, she's the bloody Slayer!"
"You took her by surprise she was happy to see you and you used her. Made her your snack," Wolfe yelled.
Spike lowered his head as shame overcame him.
"I wasn't gonna bite her," he mumbled.
Wolfe's own smirk came out an exact replica of his father's.
"'I wasn't gonna bite her,' "Wolfe mocked cruelly.
Spike stiffened and clenched his jaw as he met Wolfe's gaze head on.
"I wasn't. Travers brought me there and I knew he thought I'd kill her. Because I hate her, you know? I do, I hate her so bloody much it hurts! Then she was there and she was..she was happy to see me, well after trying to take my head off that is. I wasn't gonna kiss her either I swear!! I just... I could smell her, the blood..but that came later you know? After the kiss. The kiss was the first mistake, cuz I had to get close to her to do it. Had to put my arms around her, had to have her close. Mistake, cuz then I couldn't let her go and before I knew it, I was biting her. But see? The thing is it should never have happened like that. She's the Slayer she's stronger than me and when I bit her you know what she did? She pressed closer. Then it really got weird.I mean there was the floating and the---the-you know..." he mumbled unable to look at him.
Wolfe watched him and slowly uncoiled.
"The pleasure?" he offered helpfully.
"Well yeah. Which in it of its self isn't unusual, but then it was like..I can't talk to you about this," he broke off looking away from his son's perceptive gaze.
"Well...all in all this was a different experience all around I take it."
Spike glanced up and cringed as he noticed the dry blood of Wolfe's spilt lip.
"I'm----I'm sorry 'bout that. I didn't mean to 'urt you," he stated clearly.
Wolfe grinned.
"You didn't do anything I didn't let you. Now sorry is good, sorry is on the path of redemption," he said with a laugh.
Spike's horrified gaze settled on him.
"WHAT? I don't like this! I don't like feeling torn in two. I'm a demon mate, evil and now I'm havin' all these thoughts...it's unnatural I tell you. These feelings, these God-awful feelings are crawling under m'skin, burrowing underneath and I can't shake 'em! What do I do?"
"I was kidding. Sort of. Not really. I can't tell you what to do, but I can tell you what you should do. You aren't the only one who's feeling this way. Mom is probably feeling the same way, add the fact you accidentally tried to kill her and she's bound to be in upheaval. You need to apologize, explain your feelings and go from there."
"I'm not doing that. Why would I do that? Should I? Would she accept it?"
He didn't let Wolfe answer.
"Of course she wouldn't! I mean I did feed from her and well that's unforgivable. That being the case I don't think I should. No I won't."
Wolfe strolled over to Spike slung an arm over his shoulders and began leading him out of the room.
"Too bad, cuz I'm making you. Apologize, resolve this and move on. If she wants nothing to do with you, well you still have Dru huh? Now get," Wolfe, ordered as he shoved Spike into Buffy's room shutting and locking the door behind him.
Wolfe paused beside the closed door and shook his head. What a weird match he came from, he thought in amusement as he almost skipped off in happiness.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Look its psycho blood lusty Spike come to do me in," Buffy said mockingly as she glared at him.
"Look I'm sorry okay?" he growled his back already up.
"Real heart felt Spike! Very sincere..I almost believe you. Get out of here. Now," she spat staring straight ahead.
Spike turned slightly before he swung back, she wasn't going to kick him out when he was trying to apologize! No way in hell.
"I am sorry," he said softly and sincerely.
"No you're not."
"Yes I am!"
"No you aren't!"
"Yes I am!"
"No you aren't!"
"No you aren't," Spike experimentally put in.
Buffy scowled at him, a smile threatening to break out.
"You can't do that Spike. I'm smarter than you, you can't fool me. Besides I'm the only one who can do that."
"Says who?"
"Says me," she snapped back.
"That's not a good enough reason!"
"It's reason enough Spike."
Silence descended as each refused to speak to the other.
"You can't tell me you didn't want me to kiss you," Spike finally muttered.
"What I didn't want was you vamping out and biting me! It wasn't an open invitation to suck my blood Spike! I mean what is it with you vamps? Vamping out when you kiss me, Angel d---"
"Don't ever compare me to Peaches," Spike growled, as he suddenly loomed large and oppressive over her.
"Get out of my face with that jealous crap! I'll do what I like Spike! ANGEL did the same thing when we kissed, vamped out but at least he didn't bite like others I know."
Low blow, Spike thought as he began to sit down on her bed.
"What are you doing?" Buffy breathed in horrified fascination as he situated himself next to her on the bed, his body firmly pressed to her side.
"Scoot over... Unless you want to lie on top of me, m'not as opposed to the idea as before. In fact, I quite fancy it. C'mere and snuggle up to lil ol'me," he purred turning so their faces were inches apart, his breath cool on her suddenly heated face.
Buffy sputtered, she could not have formed a word if her life depended on it. She settled for giving him a death glare and turning away from his intense gaze.
"Buffy..." he began hesitantly.
"Don't call me that! We aren't friends and only friends can call me that," the bitch in her roared its ugly head as the words came out of her mouth and she regretted them instantly.
Spike blinked and nodded slightly.
"Right then..Slayer I am truly sorry if I hurt you. I did not intend to do such a thing. But and this is no excuse I wasn't thinkin' clearly, what with the kiss then..well I lost my head. I would never-I mean sure, before all I wanted was to dance in your blood, but now things have changed. I'm sorry."
She didn't respond and Spike lifted himself on one elbow to stare down at her.
"Now..when I bit you how did it feel? Cuz I have to say it was nothing I've ever experienced before. And I've killed two Slayers. How was it Buffy? I'm not gonna deny the obvious I want you. Now that I've had a taste I don't fancy on givin' you up," Spike said grimly.
"Shut up," Buffy whispered closing her eyes and lifting her hands to her ears as he spoke right over her.
"Do you want me Buffy? Because when you knocked me away, we both yelled out in pain. Greater than the pain you felt when I bit you yes? Why? I want you. Do you want me Buffy? Want my bite, my body? What about Peaches? He ever give you a thrill like that pet? Ever make you feel this way? Did he give you a son? If I told you, I'd give it all up for you what would you do? Would that be good? What do you want? WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Spike asked urgently.
"I DON'T KNOW," she yelled even as he lifted her so she was sitting upright and crushed his mouth to hers.
"You're mine now Slayer," he growled against her lips.
"Never," she gasped out.
"Forever."
~*~*~*~*~*~
"What's going on Giles?" Willow asked impatiently.
"Well...he's kissing her," he stammered.
"WHAT?!" Xander screamed as he shoved Giles aside to get a look at the screen. "We've gotta stop him!!!"
"What kind of kiss, move Xander! Oh my God! That's like bodice ripping, pent up sexual frustration pirate kissage. Yah Buffy!"
"Wills you're sick! That's Spike who tried to kill her yesterday! Giles we have to get down there and stop them!"
"He'll do no such thing," Wolfe said from his seat at the control panels. "They're getting to know each other Xander."
"Yeah, with his tongue down her throat!! Giles?!"
Giles turned his back on the kissing couple, a blush rising as he eyed Xander.
"I see no problem, except they are in a bed and..Yes I see your point. Wolfe we can't let them continue this," Giles muttered looking at Wolfe.
"There you go," Xander shouted in triumph. "Let's dust Dead Boy jr."
"I only mean they are not having sex. Here or otherwise. Joyce would never forgive me if I let Buffy do such a thing at her age. Come, we will have to put a stop to this at once."
"What? Where's the Spike's evil, soulless crap Giles?! We aren't going to let her be with him are we?"
No one answered as they filed out of the room.
"Oh God please no," he gasped in horror as he swayed and fell to the ground in a heap unconscious.