Seven Year Slayer Chapter 5
Story outline: Seven years is a long time to slay. Something's gotta change!
Timeline: Some months into an imaginary season 7; Spike is back with a soul; Willow learning to be a good witch; Giles in Sunnydale
Spoilers: Rumors of season 7
Summary: A fight with unexpected consequences
Disclaimer: All ME
When Buffy got home, she found a very determined looking Dawn waiting for her in the kitchen.
"Buffy, we have to talk."
Buffy groaned. "Dawnie, please, can we do this some other time? If feel totally bushed." She was still feeling the undigested lump of Spike-related emotions that wouldn't go away.
"I want to do it now, Buffy. It's really important to me! It's about the Slayer stuff. I really, really want that. It wouldn't have to be all at once! Like Spike said, you could stick around to help me and train me!"
"Like Spike said." Buffy muttered. "What does he know?"
"Buffy, pay attention!" Dawn accompanied her words by banging her fist on the counter, and a large chunk of it crumbled to the floor with her blow.
Both girls gaped.
"What the…What did you do? Try again! "When Dawn lifted her fist, Buffy caught it before it fell. "No, don't! Sorry – not here. We'll try something in the basement."
Dawn followed Buffy to the basement.
"Buffy! It doesn't even hurt! I'm strong! "
"Yeah, I got that. So did the counter. Here, hit this!" Buffy held up a piece of leftover copper piping.
Dawn broke it effortlessly.
"We'll try arm wrestling."
Buffy could still beat Dawn, but it was more like grappling with a grizzly bear than a whiny teenager.
Buffy put her head in her arms. "Oh God, Dawn, I've failed you so badly. This is the last thing I wanted for you."
"I thought you wanted to show me the world!"
"Yeah, but not this one…the normal world!"
"It just makes us closer, Buffy! And I'm happy about it."
"Don't sound so certain, yet, Dawn. We'll go…no, tomorrow we'll go to Giles. He and Willow will figure out what this means, and how to stop it. Crap. I forgot to go looking for the third scroll! I really, really don't want to do this tonight. I have to deal with the demons in my head first."
Dawn touched Buffy's hair. "Hey. Don't feel so bad about it. This isn't your fault. We'll go to bed and tomorrow everything will be better."
"Did it sound as lame when I said that?"
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"Buffy? How's Spike? He seems so out of it…"
"Why does everyone ask me about Spike? It's not as if we still…you know…"
"Yeah, but he's still your ex, and he's in a bad way…don't you feel something?"
"NO! He's not my responsibility, Dawn!"
"But he got that soul for you! Doesn't that make you feel all…romantic?"
"Does everyone know he got the soul for me?"
"Like, duh, Buffy! What else for?"
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Buffy was dreaming. A different dream. Even while asleep she perked up at that. She was in Spike's old crypt. Spike was in bed, covered only by a sheet as usual, moaning and shivering in his sleep. He twisted and turned, muttering unintelligible words. It seemed he was having a very bad dream. She slipped in bed next to him – naked herself – and cuddled him from behind. "Shush, sweetheart, it's alright." She kissed his shoulder. "It'll be our little secret." Then she vamped out and bit down hard in Spike's neck. Spike awoke at that. He didn't react in horror. He smiled at her so sweetly, so forgivingly, with his blue blue eyes, right up until he died in her arms.
Buffy woke up with a scream in her throat. "Oh, God. Oh god, please no."
She felt her forehead, and her teeth, just to be sure. And she felt aroused, too. How sick a nightmare was that?
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Spike and Buffy were on their way to the cemetery again the next evening, carrying flashlights and extra weapons for their second venture in to the earthquake rift.
"Thank God we get to do the fun stuff," Buffy remarked to Spike. "Imagine having to sit still all night, trying to make sense of these boring old scrolls!"
"So? I've given Giles a hand with the scrolls now and then. I know a lot of demon languages- and some of it was in ancient Greek, which I also happen to know."
Buffy rolled her eyes at nobody in particular. "Ancient Greek? What would a vampire want with ancient Greek?"
"Learnt it before I was turned, " Spike answered shortly, and could not be persuaded to tell more.
"I guess the having-a-conversation-like-comrades part of patrol is already over again? " Buffy said with a sigh.
"Comrade? Is that how you think of me now?"
"Well, you know, friend, partner, co-slayer, comrade-in-arms, that kind of thing, " Buffy elaborated.
"I'm alright with most of 'em." Spike said with a bitter laugh, "but I'll never be your friend."
They locked eyes. Buffy remembered Spikes speech about love, years ago, to Angel and herself.
-You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love till it kills you both. You'll fight, you'll
shag, you'll hate each other till it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends.-
No, she guessed they would never be friends. Hey wait, that would imply there had been love…on his side, maybe…
In silence they approached the rift. They turned on their flashlights. The first part was rough and broken, but then they entered an obviously existing tunnel. Buffy turned right. She was lucky, because pretty soon they could see a faint shimmer of light.
"Okay," Buffy whispered. "Demon lair, at least five of them."
Buffy stood against the right hand door post, Spike against the left, like a police couple about to enter a suspect's house.
They entered, Spike first, with a bloodcurdling battle shout. Buffy sprang in second, crashing to the floor, rolling, up again in one fluent movement. There was no fighting. Spike stood in the middle of the lair, looking very apologetic.
"Um, Buffy, I think we better apologize to the family here."
"Family?" Buffy only then realized that from the five demons, three were pups, and one was an ancient crone.
"O, right, sorry, we didn't know you were there, we're looking for an old book, this big, have you seen it?"
The two adults stared stonily ahead, but the oldest pup moved its eyes to the little fire they'd all been gathered round.
An old, battered book, looking very much like the third scroll, lay next to the fire. Half the pages had been thorn out. Some other pages were burning merrily in the fire.
Buffy grabbed the book. "Sorry to take away your fuel, but we need it more. We won't hurt you, bye!'
Very soon they were above ground again. "Well, " Buffy said, "that was easy. " She felt deflated. "Here I was, all revved up for the action, and then there is no fighting! I just wanted a nice spot of violence before bedtime!" Buffy's frustrated glance fell on Spike. "Or maybe some other action might do just as nicely…"
"Oh no Slayer, oh no you don't! "Spike put out his hands and backed up. "None of that now, I told you there were to be no …"
"Spike!" Buffy yelled. "Behind you!"
About a dozen huge horned demons, armed with big shiny swords were advancing on Spike. Buffy heard metallic sounds behind her. Two dozen of the same kind were approaching.
"Buffy! Get a sword!" Spike shouted.
Buffy tried, but with at least five of the demons attacking her at once, it wasn't easy. "Buffy! Sword incoming!" Buffy plucked the sword out of the air without looking up.
Slowly Buffy and Spike were driven backwards. The supply of sword fighting demons seemed endless, and so did the fight. Buffy was getting really tired.
"Spike ! "She gasped. "I can't hold on! We have to make a run for it! "
"Won't work, Buffy. Look right!"
Another horde of warrior creatures was approaching, only these were red and scaly. Buffy and Spike were standing back to back now. Buffy braced herself with her left hand against Spike's back for more leverage, sword in her right hand. Spike mirrored her move. The moment Spike's hand touched Buffy's body a flash energy shot through Buffy, leaving sparkly afterimages in her vision. Her strength returned, redoubled, tripled, and the way she cut a swathe through her enemies seemed magical. When the last of Buffy's opponents fled, she turned around to help Spike, and noticed he'd massacred his share of demons as well. She still felt completely invigorated and energized.
"Wow! Did we kick ass! Did you feel it too?" she asked. "It was like a magical energy spell or something. I still feel great, like I could fly. You?" Buffy did a few back flips as a test.
" Like I just drained a Slayer," Spike said with a too-wide grin.
"Eew! Gross choice of words!"
Spike looked thoughtful. "I reckon it happened when I braced myself against you. Let's try it again."
Nothing happened. That is, nothing magical happened. Something else happened. Without any conscious volition, Buffy was kissing Spike. Spike was devouring Buffy. They were trying to touch in as many places as they could. Lips, hands, hips, grabbing, rubbing, pushing, eating. They were both gasping as if running a marathon, even Spike. Clothes were shoved up or down, roughly pushed aside, so that maximum closeness could be achieved.
Buffy found herself lying back on a hip-high gravestone, legs in the air, jeans on one leg, boots still on. After only a token feel to see if she was wet, Spike pushed himself inside her. Buffy had never heard the kind of sounds that were coming out of her mouth right now. Spike slammed in hard, pulled back and buried himself up to the hilt again.
"Harder! ' Buffy heard herself gasp. "Faster! "
It couldn't last long and it didn't. Within minutes Buffy came, yowling like a cat, and Spike followed immediately after, incapable of holding on through her orgasm.
Spike rested his head on her shoulders, and Buffy clamped her arms round him, still shivering and shaking with aftershocks.
"Spike…"
She moved slightly to get more comfortable, and without any warning she was coming again.
"O God, Buffy…" Spike said. "This is not good. I don't want this. We should stop!" While he said this he had started moving again. It took all of his willpower to get out of Buffy and take a few steps back. He stood there half-naked, shaking with lust, looking at Buffy with anguished eyes. To Buffy it was as if something inside her had been torn out and taken away with Spike.
"Buffy, this is some effect of that energizing spell. This is not you. We're stronger than this. We can resist this!"
Buffy sat up, still breathing hard. "We should resist this?"
"Slayer, I'd never do this again if there was no magic. I don't want it. Come on, put your clothes back on, let's get some distance."
"Spike, look at you, you don't want to resist! "
Spike looked down at himself, as if he couldn't feel the raging hard-on. He shoved his swollen member back in his jeans, grimacing, and started pulling down his T-shirt and buttoned his shirt. Muttering to herself, Buffy put her clothes back in order.
After a few minutes, the magical lust had abated a little. Buffy picked up a demon sword and the remnants of the scroll. She carefully avoided looking at Spike. This was so not the plan, she thought. And how was it that he had been able to stop first, and not she?
"Come on, Spike, "she said gruffly, "let's get this to our British research machine. You have to be there as well, because of the energy spell thingy."
"We're not telling your bloody Watcher about the after effects! " Spike said, looking ready to flee if she said otherwise.
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"So, you were exhausted, both of you, afraid you were losing, and then, bam! Out of nowhere there came magical energy?" Giles looked at them over his glasses.
"Well, we think it was at the same time we were sort of simultaneously bracing ourselves against each other. We were fighting back to back, you know?" Buffy and Spike demonstrated their stance, careful to not really touch.
"And now you don't feel anything?"
"No."
"Not a bleeding thing."
"Anything else unusual? "
"We'd got your bloody scroll, we were standing about yapping, and suddenly all these demons attack, with these bleeding big swords… I threw Buffy a sword, we…"
"Did you catch it?" Giles asked.
"'Course!" Spike looked at Buffy for confirmation.
"Yeah, no big Giles, we fight together so often, I always know where Spike is, and he knows where I am. " Spike nodded.
Giles looked at them sharply. "It seems unusual to me, but then I'm not a superhero. I know a good fighter always track his opponent, but you can apparently extend this sense to Spike as well?"
"He's a vampire, Giles, I have a special sense for vampires; and I know Spike. So I can feel him within a hundred yards, if I'm paying attention."
"Interesting. Neither of you look particularly exhausted; glowing might be a better word?"
Spike and Buffy simultaneously crossed their arms and legs. Giles' eyebrows rose.
"No after affects?"
"No!"
"Nope. You done, Giles? I'm really tired, and Dawn is home alone."
"You go on home, Buffy, I'll go wrestle with the remains of this scroll."
"See you tomorrow, Giles!"
Buffy left, not saying goodbye to Spike, or even looking at him.
"Spike? Care to help me with the scroll?"
"Sorry, Watcher, not tonight. Not feeling quite up to it."