Title: A Passing Shadow: Book I: Deep Down Dark: Chapter 8
Author: VicNoir
Rating: R
Disclaimers, etc.: please see previous chapters.
If you know anything about me, you probably know that sometimes I get a little preoccupied and miss some really obvious stuff. So it won't be a surprise when I tell you that I never bothered to mention to Spike that Willow was gonna make a little magick for him.
I showed up at Willow and Tara's way early the next morning and caught them in bed. I won't lie to you-the whole 'hello, gay now' thing still wigged me a little, but I was getting better. So I plastered a big smile on my face and apologized for barging in on them.
While I waited for Will to get out of the shower, I talked to Tara about Spike's problem. Which I had come to think of as MY problem. I have some boundary issues. Sue me.
Tara seemed to think that a spell that worked on Spike's head would most likely be the fix, but I had my doubts. The whole psychological approach had been a big bust, so I figured the trouble must be elsewhere.
I was all for something that would work directly on the part in question, and the quicker the better. So when Willow finally emerged, we sat down to research a spell that we ended up calling 'the quicker picker upper.' Its real name was The Priapus Charm, after this god who walked around ready for action all the time.
"Buffy, this is a very potent spell. It's important that you understand the possible consequences." Tara looked all serious and worried, but since that's her usual expression, I didn't pay too much attention.
"No kidding, Buffy, Tara's right. If it works, Spike could...um...get really..."
"Horny?"
"Beyond horny. Are you prepared?"
"Will. Believe me. I'm prepared. I'm SO prepared."
"OK then. Let's get busy. Did you bring something of his?"
I handed her the book of John Donne's poetry we had taken from the crypt. She put it inside the circle she'd made on the carpet, lit some candles and sage, and did her thing.
I didn't waste much time getting home.
He was still asleep. I mean, it was prime snooze time for him. I tried to be patient. I folded some laundry. I dusted. Loudly.
At noon, I vacuumed the living room, paying special attention to the area around the sofa. He didn't even twitch.
I seriously considered opening the drapes and letting Mr. Sunshine in. Just a crack, just for a second. Oh, don't look at me like that. I didn't DO it.
Finally, at about, two o'clock, he started to stir. Actually, HE didn't, so much as his...well, you know. All of a sudden, there was a definite tent in the front of his sweatpants. Not that I was just sitting there staring at his crotch or anything. I mean, I was, but it would have been difficult to miss even if I wasn't.
Then his eyes popped open and he started sniffing the air.
"Slayer?"
"Yes, Spike, I'm here." I sat down on the floor next to the sofa and started rubbing my hands over his chest and shoulders. The whole patience and virtue thing? I was SO over it.
But then I looked at him and froze, 'cause his eyes were bright gold and I could see his face trying to change.
"Spike?"
"What...what's goin' on, Buffy? Why am I so..." Then his teeth started to get a little fang-y and his whole body started to quiver. He grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me.
"What did you do, you silly bint?!!?
"I...I...Willow! She did a spell! To fix you. It'll be all right, Spike, just-"
"Like HELL, it'll be all right! Don't you realize what you've done?" His eyes were rolling around in his head, and I could hear the beginnings of a serious growl starting up in his chest.
"Spike, just calm down and listen-"
"Go! Run! For God's sake girl, get out of the soddin' house before I-I can't hold it-"
He morphed completely then and I started to think maybe I was in trouble. I made for the stairs and he was right behind me. The fact that he couldn't see me gave me a slight edge. I slammed my bedroom door and locked it. I heard him hit it with all his weight.
Speed dial is a wonderful thing. Willow picked up on the first ring and started jabbering something about Xander being arrested. By the time I got her to listen to me, one hinge was off the door and the wood was starting to splinter. And he was howling.
"There IS no way to reverse the spell, Buffy. You have to wait for it to wear off, but that could take hours, days even. The only other way is-"
"Is what?!?" The second hinge was gone and I knew I should have done like he said and gotten out of the house. Some day I'll learn to take direction.
"To let him...um...the only other way is for the charm to be satisfied. You know what I mean?"
I never got to answer her.
He was in the room and I was kicking and punching like my life depended on it, which, at that point, I thought might be the case. He took every shot and kept coming. Once, he tried to hit back and I could have sworn I heard the chip in his head go off. He fell back and screamed. For a second, I thought maybe it was over.
But he came up swinging and I was getting tired. Then I heard the front door slam and Willow and Tara were on their way up the stairs.
Spike froze and turned toward the doorway. They were standing there with stakes in their hands. He sniffed the air and let out a whine that sounded like a confused wolf pup.
"Willow, don't. Just back off."
"But, Buffy, you can't-"
"Go away, Will! Dawn'll be home soon-go wait outside and take her to your place."
"Buffy, this is-"
"GO!!"
They stood there looking at both of us for another second and then backed out and down the stairs.
Spike turned to me and I waited to see what would happen. Short wait. Next thing I knew, I was on the floor under him.
I braced myself for what I thought was going to be a very unpleasant little encounter. His hands were all over me, pinching and grabbing and tearing at my clothes. I tried to be still, figuring that if I fought, it would just provoke him more.
But all of a sudden, I was finding it hard to just lie there. He was licking my neck and his hand was inside my bra and down my pants and it occurred to me that this didn't have to be such a bad thing. I mean, he was doing everything right, if a little rough.
And then his mouth was on my boob and I could feel those fangs, and I'm here to tell you, I was wigging. But the chip must have gone off again, 'cause he grabbed his head and moaned, and it was a fang-free experience from then on.
How much of this do you want to hear?
Perv.
OK, well, I remembered in theory the whole 'cool skin, cool hands, cool tongue' thing from Angel, but I'd forgotten what it really felt like. By the time he'd ripped the rest of my clothes off, I'd finished the refresher course and was ready to move on to VampSex 201.
I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt, 'cause it had been months and months and Spike's not small, even when he's not enchanted. But there was something about the way he claimed me-something so frantic and savage and real-and I'd never felt anything like it. It made up for the two seconds of serious 'ouch' to feel wanted like that.
Of course, getting pounded into the carpet was a little much. I had rug burn on my ass and shoulder blades that didn't heal for days.
It was over pretty fast-faster than I needed it to be, if you know what I mean. He roared like some beastie out of a fairy tale and then fell on me and lay very still for about ten seconds.
When he lifted his head and turned his dead eyes on me, I knew it was bad. His human face was back and there was this awful look of betrayal and anger and sadness on it. He didn't say anything-just rolled off me and pulled his sweats back up.
"Spike..."
"Shut up."
"Spike, please-"
"Shut your soddin' mouth, Slayer." He wouldn't face me.
"Look, I'm sorry. I-"
"Will you SHUT THE FUCK UP?!?"
"Don't shout at me!"
He whirled around and zeroed in on me, by scent, I guess. His eyes were shooting little yellow sparks again.
"Don't SHOUT at you? DON'T BLEEDIN' SHOUT AT YOU?!? Do you have ANY IDEA what could have happened here? Were you truly so desperate to get laid that you were willin' to risk your soddin' LIFE?"
"Yes! I mean, no! I mean, I WAS desperate, but I didn't know-"
"An' it never occurred to you or your dozy friends to ASK what happens when you perform a soddin' POTENCY SPELL on a VAMPIRE? Good God-tell me Ripper wasn't in on this-"
"No. Giles didn't know."
He covered his face with his hands and just stood there for the longest time. I waited it out.
Finally, he ran his hands through his hair and sighed. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm all right. Are you?"
"Oh, yeah. Right as rain, luv. Now, if you've something sharp an' wooden handy, I'll just go on an' dust myself an' save your mates the trouble."
"Don't be an idiot. Nobody's going to dust you."
"No? You think they'll overlook a spot of rape? Right decent of 'em."
"It WASN't rape! Don't call it that!"
"I'll call it what it bloody well was!"
"Not rape. I wanted it."
"You wanted it? Like that? I can smell your blood, Slayer, an' since I know I didn't bite you, I can only assume that my demon was a bit over-eager in its attentions, yes?" Those blank blue eyes were on my face and I knew I could try to lie, but it wouldn't get me anywhere. He'd learned to read my voice so well in the last couple of weeks.
"Well, I'll admit it wasn't exactly how I envisioned our first time. But I knew it would be...different...I mean, you're a vampire and-"
"An' what? You think THAT was my standard technique?"
"Well, yeah, I mean, don't you usually vamp out and...and stuff?"
"Is that how it was with Angel? Is that why you think-"
"No, but Angel has a...I mean, you and Angel are..."
"Oh, I get it. Peaches is the sweet soul-boy lover and I'm what? The walkin' demon gang-bang? Good for a nice brutal fuck against your will?"
He was really starting to piss me off.
"Will you stop it? And anyway, I don't know why you're getting so worked up-it's not like you've never done it before...I mean, Angel told me-"
"Ah, yes, leave it to the Magnificent Prancing Pouf to regale you with tales of my days as a sex-offender. Did he happen to mention that he's the one who instructed me in the finer points of rape an' sodomy?"
Why were we talking about Angel, anyway? I decided to change the subject.
"Spike, listen to me. Your chip-it went off when you hit me, right? And when you tried to bite me? But it didn't go off when you...when you-"
"Slammed into you with all the finesse of a bleedin' bull rhino?"
Something about that image made me want to laugh. And there I was, standing in the middle of the mess that used to be my bedroom, completely naked, blood running down the insides of my legs, giggling like a loon. Hello, Drusilla, have we met? I'm Spike's OTHER insane girlfriend.
He didn't get the joke, but then he couldn't see how special I looked.
"Spike, it's all right. Really, it wasn't that bad." I said it between the hiccups I'd managed to give myself.
"Ta, pet. Just what I've always dreamed you'd say directly followin' our first shag." Now he was pouting. Good. Pouty Spike I could deal with.
I heard the front door open and shut again, and then the sound of Willow's voice. "Buffy? Are you OK?"
"Yes, Will. We'll be right down." I turned to Spike. "I need to go clean myself up. I'll be right back." I took a step toward him and laid my hand on his arm. He flinched and stepped back. "We need to talk about this some more. Don't go anywhere."
But when I got back from the bathroom, he was gone.
tbc
Author: VicNoir
Rating: R
Disclaimers, etc.: please see previous chapters.
If you know anything about me, you probably know that sometimes I get a little preoccupied and miss some really obvious stuff. So it won't be a surprise when I tell you that I never bothered to mention to Spike that Willow was gonna make a little magick for him.
I showed up at Willow and Tara's way early the next morning and caught them in bed. I won't lie to you-the whole 'hello, gay now' thing still wigged me a little, but I was getting better. So I plastered a big smile on my face and apologized for barging in on them.
While I waited for Will to get out of the shower, I talked to Tara about Spike's problem. Which I had come to think of as MY problem. I have some boundary issues. Sue me.
Tara seemed to think that a spell that worked on Spike's head would most likely be the fix, but I had my doubts. The whole psychological approach had been a big bust, so I figured the trouble must be elsewhere.
I was all for something that would work directly on the part in question, and the quicker the better. So when Willow finally emerged, we sat down to research a spell that we ended up calling 'the quicker picker upper.' Its real name was The Priapus Charm, after this god who walked around ready for action all the time.
"Buffy, this is a very potent spell. It's important that you understand the possible consequences." Tara looked all serious and worried, but since that's her usual expression, I didn't pay too much attention.
"No kidding, Buffy, Tara's right. If it works, Spike could...um...get really..."
"Horny?"
"Beyond horny. Are you prepared?"
"Will. Believe me. I'm prepared. I'm SO prepared."
"OK then. Let's get busy. Did you bring something of his?"
I handed her the book of John Donne's poetry we had taken from the crypt. She put it inside the circle she'd made on the carpet, lit some candles and sage, and did her thing.
I didn't waste much time getting home.
He was still asleep. I mean, it was prime snooze time for him. I tried to be patient. I folded some laundry. I dusted. Loudly.
At noon, I vacuumed the living room, paying special attention to the area around the sofa. He didn't even twitch.
I seriously considered opening the drapes and letting Mr. Sunshine in. Just a crack, just for a second. Oh, don't look at me like that. I didn't DO it.
Finally, at about, two o'clock, he started to stir. Actually, HE didn't, so much as his...well, you know. All of a sudden, there was a definite tent in the front of his sweatpants. Not that I was just sitting there staring at his crotch or anything. I mean, I was, but it would have been difficult to miss even if I wasn't.
Then his eyes popped open and he started sniffing the air.
"Slayer?"
"Yes, Spike, I'm here." I sat down on the floor next to the sofa and started rubbing my hands over his chest and shoulders. The whole patience and virtue thing? I was SO over it.
But then I looked at him and froze, 'cause his eyes were bright gold and I could see his face trying to change.
"Spike?"
"What...what's goin' on, Buffy? Why am I so..." Then his teeth started to get a little fang-y and his whole body started to quiver. He grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me.
"What did you do, you silly bint?!!?
"I...I...Willow! She did a spell! To fix you. It'll be all right, Spike, just-"
"Like HELL, it'll be all right! Don't you realize what you've done?" His eyes were rolling around in his head, and I could hear the beginnings of a serious growl starting up in his chest.
"Spike, just calm down and listen-"
"Go! Run! For God's sake girl, get out of the soddin' house before I-I can't hold it-"
He morphed completely then and I started to think maybe I was in trouble. I made for the stairs and he was right behind me. The fact that he couldn't see me gave me a slight edge. I slammed my bedroom door and locked it. I heard him hit it with all his weight.
Speed dial is a wonderful thing. Willow picked up on the first ring and started jabbering something about Xander being arrested. By the time I got her to listen to me, one hinge was off the door and the wood was starting to splinter. And he was howling.
"There IS no way to reverse the spell, Buffy. You have to wait for it to wear off, but that could take hours, days even. The only other way is-"
"Is what?!?" The second hinge was gone and I knew I should have done like he said and gotten out of the house. Some day I'll learn to take direction.
"To let him...um...the only other way is for the charm to be satisfied. You know what I mean?"
I never got to answer her.
He was in the room and I was kicking and punching like my life depended on it, which, at that point, I thought might be the case. He took every shot and kept coming. Once, he tried to hit back and I could have sworn I heard the chip in his head go off. He fell back and screamed. For a second, I thought maybe it was over.
But he came up swinging and I was getting tired. Then I heard the front door slam and Willow and Tara were on their way up the stairs.
Spike froze and turned toward the doorway. They were standing there with stakes in their hands. He sniffed the air and let out a whine that sounded like a confused wolf pup.
"Willow, don't. Just back off."
"But, Buffy, you can't-"
"Go away, Will! Dawn'll be home soon-go wait outside and take her to your place."
"Buffy, this is-"
"GO!!"
They stood there looking at both of us for another second and then backed out and down the stairs.
Spike turned to me and I waited to see what would happen. Short wait. Next thing I knew, I was on the floor under him.
I braced myself for what I thought was going to be a very unpleasant little encounter. His hands were all over me, pinching and grabbing and tearing at my clothes. I tried to be still, figuring that if I fought, it would just provoke him more.
But all of a sudden, I was finding it hard to just lie there. He was licking my neck and his hand was inside my bra and down my pants and it occurred to me that this didn't have to be such a bad thing. I mean, he was doing everything right, if a little rough.
And then his mouth was on my boob and I could feel those fangs, and I'm here to tell you, I was wigging. But the chip must have gone off again, 'cause he grabbed his head and moaned, and it was a fang-free experience from then on.
How much of this do you want to hear?
Perv.
OK, well, I remembered in theory the whole 'cool skin, cool hands, cool tongue' thing from Angel, but I'd forgotten what it really felt like. By the time he'd ripped the rest of my clothes off, I'd finished the refresher course and was ready to move on to VampSex 201.
I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt, 'cause it had been months and months and Spike's not small, even when he's not enchanted. But there was something about the way he claimed me-something so frantic and savage and real-and I'd never felt anything like it. It made up for the two seconds of serious 'ouch' to feel wanted like that.
Of course, getting pounded into the carpet was a little much. I had rug burn on my ass and shoulder blades that didn't heal for days.
It was over pretty fast-faster than I needed it to be, if you know what I mean. He roared like some beastie out of a fairy tale and then fell on me and lay very still for about ten seconds.
When he lifted his head and turned his dead eyes on me, I knew it was bad. His human face was back and there was this awful look of betrayal and anger and sadness on it. He didn't say anything-just rolled off me and pulled his sweats back up.
"Spike..."
"Shut up."
"Spike, please-"
"Shut your soddin' mouth, Slayer." He wouldn't face me.
"Look, I'm sorry. I-"
"Will you SHUT THE FUCK UP?!?"
"Don't shout at me!"
He whirled around and zeroed in on me, by scent, I guess. His eyes were shooting little yellow sparks again.
"Don't SHOUT at you? DON'T BLEEDIN' SHOUT AT YOU?!? Do you have ANY IDEA what could have happened here? Were you truly so desperate to get laid that you were willin' to risk your soddin' LIFE?"
"Yes! I mean, no! I mean, I WAS desperate, but I didn't know-"
"An' it never occurred to you or your dozy friends to ASK what happens when you perform a soddin' POTENCY SPELL on a VAMPIRE? Good God-tell me Ripper wasn't in on this-"
"No. Giles didn't know."
He covered his face with his hands and just stood there for the longest time. I waited it out.
Finally, he ran his hands through his hair and sighed. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm all right. Are you?"
"Oh, yeah. Right as rain, luv. Now, if you've something sharp an' wooden handy, I'll just go on an' dust myself an' save your mates the trouble."
"Don't be an idiot. Nobody's going to dust you."
"No? You think they'll overlook a spot of rape? Right decent of 'em."
"It WASN't rape! Don't call it that!"
"I'll call it what it bloody well was!"
"Not rape. I wanted it."
"You wanted it? Like that? I can smell your blood, Slayer, an' since I know I didn't bite you, I can only assume that my demon was a bit over-eager in its attentions, yes?" Those blank blue eyes were on my face and I knew I could try to lie, but it wouldn't get me anywhere. He'd learned to read my voice so well in the last couple of weeks.
"Well, I'll admit it wasn't exactly how I envisioned our first time. But I knew it would be...different...I mean, you're a vampire and-"
"An' what? You think THAT was my standard technique?"
"Well, yeah, I mean, don't you usually vamp out and...and stuff?"
"Is that how it was with Angel? Is that why you think-"
"No, but Angel has a...I mean, you and Angel are..."
"Oh, I get it. Peaches is the sweet soul-boy lover and I'm what? The walkin' demon gang-bang? Good for a nice brutal fuck against your will?"
He was really starting to piss me off.
"Will you stop it? And anyway, I don't know why you're getting so worked up-it's not like you've never done it before...I mean, Angel told me-"
"Ah, yes, leave it to the Magnificent Prancing Pouf to regale you with tales of my days as a sex-offender. Did he happen to mention that he's the one who instructed me in the finer points of rape an' sodomy?"
Why were we talking about Angel, anyway? I decided to change the subject.
"Spike, listen to me. Your chip-it went off when you hit me, right? And when you tried to bite me? But it didn't go off when you...when you-"
"Slammed into you with all the finesse of a bleedin' bull rhino?"
Something about that image made me want to laugh. And there I was, standing in the middle of the mess that used to be my bedroom, completely naked, blood running down the insides of my legs, giggling like a loon. Hello, Drusilla, have we met? I'm Spike's OTHER insane girlfriend.
He didn't get the joke, but then he couldn't see how special I looked.
"Spike, it's all right. Really, it wasn't that bad." I said it between the hiccups I'd managed to give myself.
"Ta, pet. Just what I've always dreamed you'd say directly followin' our first shag." Now he was pouting. Good. Pouty Spike I could deal with.
I heard the front door open and shut again, and then the sound of Willow's voice. "Buffy? Are you OK?"
"Yes, Will. We'll be right down." I turned to Spike. "I need to go clean myself up. I'll be right back." I took a step toward him and laid my hand on his arm. He flinched and stepped back. "We need to talk about this some more. Don't go anywhere."
But when I got back from the bathroom, he was gone.
tbc