A/N-This chapter is NC-17. Also, sorry it's taking me so long to
update. I was trying to figure out how exactly to solve everybody's
problems. But I think I got it. Thanks everybody for the reviews and the
patience. I'm glad y'all seem to be enjoying this story so much. That means
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Chapter 5 The Bronze wasn't as empty as Spike thought it would be. It was throbbing with life as young adults drank, talked, and danced. Spike moved easily through the crowds, flashing smiles at pretty girls making eyes at him.
As he walked through the throng to the bar it made him feel good to know that he could rip out their throats and bathe in their blood if he wanted to, but that he didn't have any such desire. Hearing their pounding hearts and smelling their blood coursing through their veins, so close to the surface, didn't even stir his bloodlust.
He was in control.
At the bar he ordered a beer then turned around to survey the crowds. It reminded him the first time he came to he Bronze, the first time he saw her. She was dancing with her friends, completely unaware of how sexy she was, how beautiful. Spike however was not unaware of that fact.
All we've ever done is dance.
Spike finished off his second beer and decided to step outside for a smoke and see if there were any damsels in distress who needed his help. The Bronze was a great hunting ground, especially for fledgling vampires who didn't know anything about catching their own food.
Spike wasn't surprised when he stepped outside and heard a scream of fear. "Hey there, wanna let the lady go?" Spike asked casually.
The vampire turned around and growled, "Catch your own dinner."
Spike shrugged, walked up the other vampire, and punched him in the face sending him flying across the ally. "Go on, get out of here," he said over his shoulder before advancing on the vampire to finish him off.
Five more vampires stepped out of the shadows. "Think you can take all of us?" One of them sneered.
Spike laughed, "I know I can."
He decided to play with them a little bit to relieve some tension. The gang of vampires got a few good punches in, but it was hardly enough to phase Spike, who all of a sudden seemed to be a little out of control. Before he even realized it he had vamped out, and were now taking the other vampires quickly and easily. He was almost in a frenzy and was very disappointed to find himself standing alone in a pile of ashes.
He bent over and forced himself to calm down. He took long, steady, unneeded breaths until he felt like he was under control again. His fangs retracted and soon he looked like just a regular guy again, having a smoke and taking a break from the music and noise.
He stomped out the cigarette and casually walked back inside. He had only gone a few steps when he felt his demon struggle to the surface again. With a growl he forced it back and moved towards the bar, briefly glancing at the dance floor. What he saw stopped him in his tracks and he didn't even bother forcing his face back to normal. Rage, hurt, hunger coursed through his body. But above all that was overwhelming possession. "Mine," he growled.
***
She had Willow scope the Bronze to make sure that a certain blonde vampire wasn't already there. She wanted to see Spike more than anything, but she didn't want to cause a blood bath.
Willow returned quickly and said that he wasn't around. They found an empty table near the dance floor, and Xander took their orders.
"Just a diet Coke for me, thanks," Buffy said, eyes scanning the room. Willow said that he wasn't here, but she still sensed.something. She concentrated hard on her bite scar on her neck. She had learned that if she focused her attention there it would be easier to pick up Spike's vibes.
He was fighting somewhere, and he seemed to be really angry about something. She wasn't surprised. Spike was angry a lot lately.
She had been staring off into space, thinking about Spike, when the young man walked up her. "Uh.excuse me?"
"What?" Buffy asked, quickly pulled out of her fantasy world.
"Would you care to dance?"
Buffy looked around and realized that Xander was still at the bar, but everyone else was on the dance floor. She didn't really want to, but she did come to the Bronze to have a bit of fun. A slow song was starting. She flashed the stranger a quick smile and offered her hand.
"What's your name?" The young man asked as he led her to the dance floor.
"Buffy. You?"
"Devon."
"Nice to meet you."
He wrapped an arm around her waist tentatively and they began to move to the music. She could tell that Devon was nervous, the smell poured off the boy in waves. Buffy didn't give him much thought though. She was still concentrating on what Spike was up to.
She felt his presence before she saw him. His growl reverberated through her body. "Mine."
Buffy quickly broke away from her partner, but it was too late. Spike had already reached her side and grabbed her arm. He turned to face the frightened young man and growled again, his eyes flashing a warning.
"Spike." Buffy started.
He growled again and started dragging hre to the door.
"Buffy!" Willow called.
Buffy knew she could handle Spike, she wasn't the least bit scared of him. But she knew her friends would be frightened. And who could blame them? Spike hadn't stopped growling and everybody gave him wide berth as he walked towards the door.
"I'll be fine Willow. Just, everybody stay in here and wait for me." That was all she could say before Spike dragged her out the door.
"Spike, stop," she demanded. But he didn't seem to hear her. He dragged her into the ally, behind the dumpster and shoved her against the wall.
"Spike." She was cut off by his mouth pressing against hers, his fangs cutting into her lips. She opened her mouth and kissed him back. God she missed him so much. She pushed away from him long enough to catch her breath then let him capture her mouth once again.
One hand wound its way into her hair, grasping her scalp. Spike lifted his head then pulled hers back, exposing her neck. He begin kissing her neck until his lips found his mark. He gently let his fangs sink into her neck and began drinking from her. She moaned, though she didn't know if it was from protest or pleasure.
Her hands moved down his chest to his pants and his zipper. She undid it and grabbed his erect and throbbing cock. With his spare hand he lifted her skirt up and pushed her now soaked panties to the side. He lifted his head and licked his lips.
His eyes were molten gold and her eyes flashed purple. She wrapped his legs around his waist and he thrust his cock into her. There was nothing gentle or loving about this. He was fucking her as hard as he could into the wall, growling and biting her. She clunk to his neck and let her fingernails scratch his neck and back.
He sunk his fangs into her and started drinking again. "Mine, mine, mine," he growled against her skin, daring her to dispute him.
But she didn't argue. "Yours," she screamed as her world exploded in blood and love. Her convulsing muscles throbbed around him until he roared with his release. She continued to cling to him, relief washing over her. It had been far, far too long. She just wanted to stay in his arms.
But she knew from the growls coming from his chest that that wasn't an option. She untangled herself and lifted her neck to him one more time. When he moved into drink, she fisted her hands together and hit him in the back of his head as hard as she could. He fell with a thud, unconscious.
She easily lifted him and carried him the short distance to his crypt. She didn't want to leave him out in the sun, but she also needed to be as far away from as possible when he finally woke up.
She quickly jotted a small note for him, leaving it on his microwave where she was sure he'd find it.
Spike, I'm sorry I knocked you out. I didn't know what else to do. Don't feel bad about what happened. I wanted it. Love you Buffy
Chapter 5 The Bronze wasn't as empty as Spike thought it would be. It was throbbing with life as young adults drank, talked, and danced. Spike moved easily through the crowds, flashing smiles at pretty girls making eyes at him.
As he walked through the throng to the bar it made him feel good to know that he could rip out their throats and bathe in their blood if he wanted to, but that he didn't have any such desire. Hearing their pounding hearts and smelling their blood coursing through their veins, so close to the surface, didn't even stir his bloodlust.
He was in control.
At the bar he ordered a beer then turned around to survey the crowds. It reminded him the first time he came to he Bronze, the first time he saw her. She was dancing with her friends, completely unaware of how sexy she was, how beautiful. Spike however was not unaware of that fact.
All we've ever done is dance.
Spike finished off his second beer and decided to step outside for a smoke and see if there were any damsels in distress who needed his help. The Bronze was a great hunting ground, especially for fledgling vampires who didn't know anything about catching their own food.
Spike wasn't surprised when he stepped outside and heard a scream of fear. "Hey there, wanna let the lady go?" Spike asked casually.
The vampire turned around and growled, "Catch your own dinner."
Spike shrugged, walked up the other vampire, and punched him in the face sending him flying across the ally. "Go on, get out of here," he said over his shoulder before advancing on the vampire to finish him off.
Five more vampires stepped out of the shadows. "Think you can take all of us?" One of them sneered.
Spike laughed, "I know I can."
He decided to play with them a little bit to relieve some tension. The gang of vampires got a few good punches in, but it was hardly enough to phase Spike, who all of a sudden seemed to be a little out of control. Before he even realized it he had vamped out, and were now taking the other vampires quickly and easily. He was almost in a frenzy and was very disappointed to find himself standing alone in a pile of ashes.
He bent over and forced himself to calm down. He took long, steady, unneeded breaths until he felt like he was under control again. His fangs retracted and soon he looked like just a regular guy again, having a smoke and taking a break from the music and noise.
He stomped out the cigarette and casually walked back inside. He had only gone a few steps when he felt his demon struggle to the surface again. With a growl he forced it back and moved towards the bar, briefly glancing at the dance floor. What he saw stopped him in his tracks and he didn't even bother forcing his face back to normal. Rage, hurt, hunger coursed through his body. But above all that was overwhelming possession. "Mine," he growled.
***
She had Willow scope the Bronze to make sure that a certain blonde vampire wasn't already there. She wanted to see Spike more than anything, but she didn't want to cause a blood bath.
Willow returned quickly and said that he wasn't around. They found an empty table near the dance floor, and Xander took their orders.
"Just a diet Coke for me, thanks," Buffy said, eyes scanning the room. Willow said that he wasn't here, but she still sensed.something. She concentrated hard on her bite scar on her neck. She had learned that if she focused her attention there it would be easier to pick up Spike's vibes.
He was fighting somewhere, and he seemed to be really angry about something. She wasn't surprised. Spike was angry a lot lately.
She had been staring off into space, thinking about Spike, when the young man walked up her. "Uh.excuse me?"
"What?" Buffy asked, quickly pulled out of her fantasy world.
"Would you care to dance?"
Buffy looked around and realized that Xander was still at the bar, but everyone else was on the dance floor. She didn't really want to, but she did come to the Bronze to have a bit of fun. A slow song was starting. She flashed the stranger a quick smile and offered her hand.
"What's your name?" The young man asked as he led her to the dance floor.
"Buffy. You?"
"Devon."
"Nice to meet you."
He wrapped an arm around her waist tentatively and they began to move to the music. She could tell that Devon was nervous, the smell poured off the boy in waves. Buffy didn't give him much thought though. She was still concentrating on what Spike was up to.
She felt his presence before she saw him. His growl reverberated through her body. "Mine."
Buffy quickly broke away from her partner, but it was too late. Spike had already reached her side and grabbed her arm. He turned to face the frightened young man and growled again, his eyes flashing a warning.
"Spike." Buffy started.
He growled again and started dragging hre to the door.
"Buffy!" Willow called.
Buffy knew she could handle Spike, she wasn't the least bit scared of him. But she knew her friends would be frightened. And who could blame them? Spike hadn't stopped growling and everybody gave him wide berth as he walked towards the door.
"I'll be fine Willow. Just, everybody stay in here and wait for me." That was all she could say before Spike dragged her out the door.
"Spike, stop," she demanded. But he didn't seem to hear her. He dragged her into the ally, behind the dumpster and shoved her against the wall.
"Spike." She was cut off by his mouth pressing against hers, his fangs cutting into her lips. She opened her mouth and kissed him back. God she missed him so much. She pushed away from him long enough to catch her breath then let him capture her mouth once again.
One hand wound its way into her hair, grasping her scalp. Spike lifted his head then pulled hers back, exposing her neck. He begin kissing her neck until his lips found his mark. He gently let his fangs sink into her neck and began drinking from her. She moaned, though she didn't know if it was from protest or pleasure.
Her hands moved down his chest to his pants and his zipper. She undid it and grabbed his erect and throbbing cock. With his spare hand he lifted her skirt up and pushed her now soaked panties to the side. He lifted his head and licked his lips.
His eyes were molten gold and her eyes flashed purple. She wrapped his legs around his waist and he thrust his cock into her. There was nothing gentle or loving about this. He was fucking her as hard as he could into the wall, growling and biting her. She clunk to his neck and let her fingernails scratch his neck and back.
He sunk his fangs into her and started drinking again. "Mine, mine, mine," he growled against her skin, daring her to dispute him.
But she didn't argue. "Yours," she screamed as her world exploded in blood and love. Her convulsing muscles throbbed around him until he roared with his release. She continued to cling to him, relief washing over her. It had been far, far too long. She just wanted to stay in his arms.
But she knew from the growls coming from his chest that that wasn't an option. She untangled herself and lifted her neck to him one more time. When he moved into drink, she fisted her hands together and hit him in the back of his head as hard as she could. He fell with a thud, unconscious.
She easily lifted him and carried him the short distance to his crypt. She didn't want to leave him out in the sun, but she also needed to be as far away from as possible when he finally woke up.
She quickly jotted a small note for him, leaving it on his microwave where she was sure he'd find it.
Spike, I'm sorry I knocked you out. I didn't know what else to do. Don't feel bad about what happened. I wanted it. Love you Buffy