Some Kind of Wonderful: 6
A/N: Hi all. Busy week for me. Could not get this thing out of my head. I am intent on finishing up this series and may not post the chapters to my other stories as I mentioned in the last chapter. What can I say? I'm kinda obsessed with this story. It has morphed into something I hadn't counted on. So this is the claiming chapter as promised. As I was writing this, I was thinking what it would be like. How it would feel and the affect it would have on both of them. So I wrote it as I thought they would feel after going through with this traumatic event. Yes traumatic. Remember though I said this was the Spuffy connection and so it is. A permanent connection between them. Love will be had. This chapter took a lot out of me. Next chapter should be up around next week sometime. Enjoy. Skyz.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Btvs.
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Chapter 6:
Lifting his mouth, he was assaulted by a wave of dizziness and blinking rapidly he tried to clear his head.
"Spike," Buffy whispered raggedly lifting one heavy hand to trail down the sharp planes of his face.
He remembered saying once to Dru that Slayer's blood was an aphrodisiac..and it was. Except now, this was nothing like the other one. This was Buffy. His Slayer. The vague thought of stopping entered and left his mind in the blink of an eye.
Buffy watched Spike's face revert to human form and was disgustingly fascinated...
The emotions shinning through his now cobalt blue eyes would have taken her breath had she not already been breathless.
Lust, love, hunger...
A part of her was screaming to be kissed; the other shuddered in revulsion as he lowered his head, her life's blood trailing down his chin.
Don't kiss me.
Kiss me.
Don't kiss me.
Kiss me.
Don't-
"At least wipe your mouth Spike," she found herself saying, wiping at his mouth herself.
Spike frowned.
"Right... Kinda off putting innit?" he asked levering himself up on an elbow.
"In a ewwwww that's my blood kinda way."
"C'mon...you've never kissed Peaches after his mandatory bag of animal swill?"
With a disgusted face, Buffy made gagging noises.
"I try not to think about it," she muttered.
He stared down into her eyes and the pull between them an almost tangible force.
"I'm gonna kiss you," he stated.
Buffy blinked.
"Well..."
"I'm gonna kiss you," he repeated.
Riveted by his descending mouth Buffy found herself mumbling," Okay..I mean it's my blood...sick but mine...and it's for the claim...For th-"
The first touch of his lips to hers was like an electric charge, sending volts of electricity through their bodies.
His hands gripped her head as he gave himself up to the passion that flared. Pressing his body against hers, he struggled with his demon.
The beat of her heart, the feel of her hands tugging at his hair..the harsh sound of her breathing as she pulled her mouth from his hardly registered as he assaulted her neck.
"No blood taste," he muttered the question.
Her head lolled as his blunt teeth scraped a cool path down her neck.
"Nope..how'd you do that?" she asked her voice slightly slurred and hoarse.
"Trick I learned," he mumbled fusing his mouth to hers as she dragged him back up her body.
Staggering in its intensity, the feral sound she made raced through him as he let his hands roam freely.
Fingers, palms slid cleverly over her, divesting her of clothing as they went.
Trailing fingers down the curve of her breast, he peeked up through thick dark lashes and grinned.
"You belong to me Buffy..I'm gonna show you...Make you see no one will ever touch you the way I will. No one will ever make you feel this way but me. You are mine," his eyes stayed focused on her face as he let his thumbs gently brush her nipples.
His words had a startling affect on Buffy...threading through her, making her quiver with an undeniable need. She reached blindly for him, for anything, as he was at once rough, tender, and then gentle. Demanding.
She felt as if she were dying..slowly, ever so slowly as he made love to her. Never letting one set form rule as if he couldn't quite figure out which way he wanted to go.
Buffy didn't care as her back arched as he nipped at her breast and a low moan slid from her throat.
Stranded somewhere between pleasure and pain, as he was at once gentle and savage as he suckled from her.
She gave herself up to the sensation of skin against skin, as her hands tugged at his shirt. Nails biting into flesh urging him on.
Moving, constantly, moving, and hands everywhere, nothing left untouched.
The feel of his cool hand sliding up her inner thigh sent a shudder of pure need through her and the first brush of his fingers against her heated core had her crying out and convulsing.
Not letting her recover, he began to show her, inch by inch, she belonged to him.
No one else.
Ever.
And she let him, giving herself up to the pleasure he offered. Never stopping, never wanting him to. She reached for him.
"Wanna touch you," she whispered, unbearable heat flooding through her.
Afterwards he would wonder if there wasn't a little demon in the Slayer as she attacked all hands and lips. Now, in this moment he reveled in it. Ate it up. Urged her on.
Giving herself with careless abandon, wild and wanton, he knew she couldn't possible understand, realize what a powerful affect her innocence, mere presence had on him.
She made him whisper her name reverently, the sound making her feel all powerful. A heady mix as she returned his torture with her own. Hearing his ragged breathing when he didn't even need too was music to her ears. All for her she thought. Love and pleasure spread through her.
Stripped naked, of all her inhibitions she did not attempt to stop him as he took control again.
Never had he known this type of desire. Never had the obsessive need to possess. To take and take. Never felt the burning need to watch his lover's eyes as he pleasured them again and again.
He watched the strong muscles of her thighs quiver as he ran his tongue over them, making his way, deliberately, torturously up her straining body.
Her eyes closed as he slanted his mouth over hers, feasting. Dragging at his jeans, shoving her to the ground.
His demon emerged, ripping free and taking control.
His face rippled, shifted, glowing yellow eyes flashed as he drove into her. Shuddering a savage thrill sliding down his spine as her nails raked across his shoulders, down his back, drawing blood.
"Mine," he growled.
"Yours," she gasped.
"Mine."
"Yours."
Moving, straining..
He shuddered.
Hot. Cold.
Sinking his fangs inside of her, the delicious blooming sensation of her blood filled his mouth and he drank.
His. His. His. His. His. Hi--
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Spike:
I might be slow on the uptake but I'm not stupid. I mean how was I to know. Delos had made it his mission to destroy me. It could have been him disguised as Buffy!
It could have been.
But it wasn't.
The second her blood flooded my senses I knew that this had been a horrible mistake.
Why?
Well for one I did not intend to ever bite her again, yet here I was doing it again. I couldn't believe it.
No matter how good my intentions might have been the minute I realized she wasn't an imposter I intended to step back. Release her and apologize. Cept that isn't how it turned out. Couldn't be as easy as that though. No, see I didn't realize how hard it would be.
Like now, I'm staring into her glazed eyes, watching her breath come out in little gasps. Pressing her neck even closer to my mouth, inviting and delectable. My Slayer. MINE.
I can't help the possessive growl that comes out as I grip her by the shoulders and haul her closer. I want her closer still. I want nothing to separate me from her. I love her, it is with this in mind things change, and I'm lost.
One minute I'm looking into her eyes and thinking how much I love this girl and the next I'm being thrown, falling through the air with nothing to hold onto.
My eyes search frantically for any sign of the Slayer, I can feel her.
God I can feel her.
All around me, inside of me.
I'm covered in her, it.
The thing that makes her who she is.
Drenched, saturated and it burns.
I open my mouth to scream as light explodes before my eyes and I see...
I see...
My eyes have been opened and I can see.
I see her.
As I'm free falling I catch glimpses. Little peeks into her life.
The memories of happier times.
Her mum and dad.
Being called as the Slayer, her first Watcher.
Her death at the hands of the Master.
Falling in love with Angel.
Making friends with the Scoobies.
Principal Snyder always on her back.
Burning down her old school's gym.
Meeting Wolfe.
Falling in love with me.
Fighting Angelus.
And on it goes.
I see.
I'm closer to the light and suddenly I think about Dru.
She'd always went on about the light and God....
And I'm scared. More scared than I've ever been in my life.
I know what's coming.
I feel the pain as the light washes over me.
It burns, like hot coals.
The pain.
Burns in my gut, claws at my long dead heart.
I want to kill, to bleed. I want to make whoever is doing this suffer.
You cannot understand the pain I shake with it.
This feeling of unease. Unrest.
It calls..begs to be heard.
It floats on the edge of my brain, always there.
Always churning, boiling, taunting and overwhelming me into its dark embrace.
I see their faces.
Hear their voices, echoing, loudly...calling out.
Thanking the Slayer, cursing the demon that dared to tread on such sacred grounds.
Then I know my life to its end is forever my ungrace...
I give myself up to the light, the pain, the hurt..
I'm burning, dying and foolishly try to scramble away, to get away...the light...God the light, I shouldn't..the light!
I'm enveloped in the light and everything fades to black. Peaceful, familiar black and I'm thankful as I drift away.
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Buffy:
Well...I've been here before. Floating in a slight lethargic haze and sexual daze.
Well...not exactly here... I can't help my smug grin.
I never thought being bit by a vampire could be so erotic.. I'd even thought of Angel biting me. But since Spike, they hadn't been good thoughts. I always picture Angelus ripping my throat out, and there is nothing sexual in that. Pure rage and violence.
You would think that Spike would be the same way but he isn't...I don't know how to explain it.
I know I'm breathing fast and urging him on, I can tell he likes it as he growls and suddenly I'm lifted and sprawled on top of him. I blink and meet his glowing yellow eyes...It shocks me to see the love shinning through, past the blood lust.
The desire.
All for me.
And in that moment I'm overwhelmed by feelings, I never thought possible to feel. Sure, I knew I loved Spike, it was...well it was a weird feeling to tell you the truth. I had always believed Angel was the only one for me.
Because even now, as I stare into Spike's eyes I know I loved Angel too.
Loved him and didn't.
Does that make sense?
I can only assume that it does, at least to me. If I had actually loved Angel as much as I thought, there would never have been the tiniest inkling of feelings for Spike other than disgust and hatred. Not even Wolfe would have been able to change that. And even if there had been I would never have acted on them.
I loved Angel and had been in love with the idea of him...tragic vampire cursed with a soul. He'll always have a place in my heart, forever to be known as the man who let me know I was capable of love.
Spike is different..
Spike is mine.
So many emotions...I have for him that I cannot even explain them.
I know though..I do.
I know I'm in love with him and I close my eyes as I savor that thought.
Then I'm falling...flying, speeding through the dark. My eyes snap open and I'm searching for anything, Spike, someone to help me as I begin to feel dizzy and sick.
The feeling increases and I moan as a buzzing noise begins..slowly at a whisper, louder still until it becomes a booming scream.
Screams I realize, different types, from men and women....children.
Fear filled screams, of horror, pain, and death.
I shudder at the horror it brought, the panic that set in.
My first instinct was to protect, to fight and help the people.
Until I realized..
My eyes widened and I looked around, into the shadows.
Saw the faces.
The voices changed..screams faded and they spoke then.
Pleaded for their lives, begged for mercy.
Got none.
They died at the hands of a monster.
A soulless demon.
At the hands of William the Bloody.
Thousands of them, peering at me begging for help as he destroyed them. Ruined lives and went about his unlife with his Dark Princess.
I saw then....
The blood, seeping through..rivulets, descending..
All over me, surrounding me.
The sweet yet metallic smell weakens me and I gag as I fall to my knees.
Desperately trying everything to get it off, to make the blood disappear.
Why? I wonder. Why must I see this?
A whirlwind of moments swirled past me and I was swept along.
Cecily's cruel rejection, her hurtful words, the despair they caused in William.
Drusilla offering William his salvation.
Spike's destruction of those who had taunted him...railroad spikes through their heads.
Spike learning of the Slayer.
Fighting the Slayer in the Boxer Rebellion, killing her, ignoring her plea to tell her mother she was sorry.
Loving Dru.
Angelus leaving them alone.
Fighting his second Slayer, better than the last.
Killing her.
Taking her coat as a trophy.
Fleeing the mob in Prague.
Watching me dance at the Bronze.
Fighting me.
Lusting after me.
Loving me.
Delos re-siring him.
Until it stopped.
Ended.
I was left in the dark.
Left with the feel of the cold brutality that was Spike's demon.
The dark began to swirl and morph into shadows of the past, the present. It surrounded me, taking all I had, leaving nothing but the slow simmer of hatred, the burning need not to feel.
I felt the coldness first....
Everything I was, stood for, rebelled against the cool brush of their fingers as they approached hands out stretched, murmuring incessantly..damning me.
Making him weak and by him I knew they meant Spike. Taking him away from the dark, making him less than what he was, a demon, meant to maim and kill. A demon that would kill me sooner or later.
Their anger..their rage a cold, living, thing as they surrounded me and I knew I should feel frightened.
Scared.
I knew...
That I couldn't have helped them.
They'd been dead long before I knew Spike.
The cold fills me and I feel..I feel nothing ..
I see their pain, almost feel it, it begs to be heard..felt.
But I can't help it as their pain tries to become my own and I'm over come with such sorrow I can't stop the sobs as they come.
Because I can't...won't let this-but it has, overtaken me. Devouring in its intensity and-
I'm sorry..
I'm sorry, so sorry..
I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry.
I can't feel it..I feel nothing and I'm scared.
In the end, I can't fight it, can't ignore it and let go....
Give myself up to the dark and slip away.
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Gasping needlessly Spike jerked his head from Buffy's neck and flung her off him. Scrambling away from her he frantically clawed at his clothing. Hoping on one foot as he tried to untangle his jeans enough to slide them on.
"What are you doing?" Buffy's voice alarmed him and his head shot up.
Wide blue eyes, met wide green eyes.
"Don't talk to me," Spike muttered moving backwards as she rolled to her feet a wary look on her face. She too began to dress.
Buffy silently watched as Spike dressed all the while mumbling to himself as he glanced around wildly.
"Spike..are you okay? I mean what just happened here? One minute I'm-"
"What do you think happened? It's the claim Slayer," he snarled as he kicked at the air and glared at her. Anger vibrating off him.
Spike watched, as Buffy seemed to digest this information and wondered how she could be so calm about this. What he had seen..
A shudder passed through him and he dropped his gaze.
"Claim? But I thought well, I thought it had to be spoken aloud, reciprocated? This was..weird and I don't think we did it right Spike. The things I saw...well..." she trailed off wanting obviously not to talk about it. Horror overshadowed her words.
Spike though didn't care. He pushed on.
"What did you see? Can't have been as bad as me! This wouldn't have happened if you had not come here with this foolish plan!"
Buffy stared at him; numb from what she had seen, but now the first stirrings of anger began to burn.
"Foolish? Foolish is going off, back to a place you know you shouldn't! I could say this is all your fault, I mean you're the one who was caught and turned into Delos' slave. Who started this?! You bit me and it has spiraled downward ever since Spike! I came here to help you and this is what I get in return? Bitterness, anger?! Well I don't need this," she yelled turning her back to him.
"Good. Run away, take your white hat arse and get the fuck out of here."
Buffy's back stiffened and she lowered her head as she struggled to control her jumbled emotions.
"I'm leaving," she snapped.
"Have to get you off...dirty. You...I'm covered in you. You've marked me," he growled as he stalked back and forth.
Buffy whirled around, hair flying behind her and let out her own growl. She stared at him in disbelief.
"Who has whose mark Spike?" she asked gesturing to her neck, where Spike's mark was prominent. "You claimed me not the other way around! And dirty? There is nothing dirty about me Spike. I am no demon. Haven't willingly maimed and killed. I haven't enjoyed the death I've caused."
Spike threw up his arms and laughed manically.
"Death has come a knockin and marked me with her words! Her actions! Slayer you will not control me. Make me your bi-this is who I am. Me. A demon--- this? This is wrong. Between you and me. Wrong! WRONG!"
"Don't you think I know that? I'm not stupid contrary to popular opinion. I know this shouldn't be happening. I saw Spike! I saw you.. No need to be humble! I know you're a demon. I know you're a murderer," she whispered shaking her head and looking away from him.
She couldn't look at him, couldn't let him see..
Spike had the strongest urge to apologize, to make her understand he had no control over his actions; he was a demon, who had to survive on the blood of innocents. Clenching his jaw, he strode halfway towards her before he forced himself to stop.
"That's right I am. I have killed and I am not gonna apologize. I don't owe you a thing Slayer!"
"I've seen their faces Spike, heard their cries, their pleas! I watched you kill two of my sister Slayers' and still...this is ridiculous! How am I supposed to live with this? Be with you and know that?" she cried out, body trembling with the restraint it took not to go to him.
Lifting her head, she caught his look of understanding.
"We can't," he said simply.
Buffy studied him as he turned away from her and leaned his forehead against the wall, another shudder passing through him.
"Tell me what you saw," she pleaded.
She needed to understand this.
Had too.
Sliding down the wall, he rested his forearms on his raised knees and spoke into his chest, voice low and cold.
"Saw the light I did! Supposed to be all good and kind, well let me tell you it aint. Burned me the minute it reached me and I know why. Cuz of you," he whispered. "It was you...you did it and I can't blame you. Look at you! The Slayer! In love with a demon and I saw you---I know what you are. What you do. I am beneath you, I know it, feel it, accept it. People you've saved...vamps you've killed I saw it all. Seen the bloody light I have. I know..."
"Know what? What do you know now Spike?"
He smiled slightly. "Right. I don't know why I want to be with you Buffy. I've got no right. You need to leave me..move on with the great poof. Get out of here."
"You were a good man," she murmured suddenly.
Gazing at him, she saw the man he had been.
Spike's head shot up.
"Wha?"
Buffy shook her head and frowned, pacing, thinking furiously.
"We can't let this stop us Spike! This has just... Brought out the things we would probably never have discussed until they exploded in our faces. I never thought I would have a front row seat to all the carnage you've caused in your long life..Never thought I'd feel this way about it."
Peering up at her, he blinked slowly as he tried to understand where she was going with this.
"I know you're disgusted. Understand..Do you understand what you are? What you mean? The things you've done? I've got no right. I know that!" he yelled.
"That's right you don't," she admitted. It hurt her to say the words. But they were speaking truths now. She had to be truthful. "Spike you're a demon and I'm the Slayer. It is in our very natures to hate each other. Never to love one another. Yet..I loved Angel. I did..sure I never fully realized what he had done as Angelus but...he is a demon too. Cursed with a soul he never wanted. I look at you and I don't see the faces of the people you've killed. God help me...all I see is William, the poet...our son. Wolfe. You were a good man and you can be a man again. Take responsibility for your past. Understand-"
"I do," he gritted out.
"Then we can get through this. I can...we can do this Spike. You've killed and now it's time to make amends. Day by day. Step by step."
Shoving both hands through his hair Spike closed his eyes moaning.
"How? I've got no soul, no path of redemption to totter on. I'm evil pet. All I've got is-"
"Me. You have me Spike and Wolfe. That's all you need. We'll help you through this. I shouldn't want this but I do. Tell me you can be man enough to try...to see the greatness you talked about," she whispered brokenly, feeling drained emotionally, physically, and mentally.
"Come here," he ordered abruptly.
"No," she mumbled.
"Buffy..."
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked slightly curious as she walked hesitantly towards him.
The look on his face had her taking a step back.
Hooded, glowing blue eyes filled with lust, for her. A slight smirk on his angular face as he stalked towards her and her eyes dropped, skirted away from the blatant evidence of his desire.
Blushing she closed her eyes in embarrassment.
"Spike..." she choked out. "Stay away! I'm not having sex with you again."
Grinning at her, he stopped inches away and tipped her chin upwards.
"Why not? A claiming is all about the sex and blood and the...sex. Don't you like what you've seen?" he purred leaning in close and inhaling sharply.
With obvious effort, Buffy opened her eyes and stared directly into his.
"You're a pig Spike," she spat with a small smile.
"That's why you love me though Slayer," he murmured with a large grin as he lowered his head his lips barely brushing hers.
His words registered with her the second his lips touched hers. Jerking back, she glared at him.
"Love? Who said anything about love? Who said I loved you Spike?" she demanded.
An uncertain look flickered across Spike's face before confidence returned full force and he shrugged.
"You wouldn't be here if you didn't, now be a good girl and say it," he encouraged.
With narrowed eyes, she glared at him and placed her hands on her hips.
"You've got to be kidding me! I am not saying that..you haven't even said it why should I? If anyone is going to say it, it should be you! Now be a good boy and say it," she mocked arching a brow.
Glaring right back at her he crossed his arms and straightened, trying to look intimidating and scary. He was the Big Bad and no one was telling him what to do! He was not going to say it first. She would have to make the first move. He wasn't going to let her reject him again. Not now, not when it was so important.
"No," he said stubbornly.
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"I love you," they yelled in unison.
Spike blinked.
Buffy blinked.
Smiling Buffy glanced at him and asked," So do you?"
Smiling to himself Spike played dumb.
"Do I what?"
"You know..."
"If I do, do we get to make with the sex again? Cause I'll tell you-"
"Spike! Serious here! Now tell me and we'll see."
"I love you," he stated somberly and looked her dead in the eyes as he added. "Let us commence with the sex."
Holding out his arms, he waited for her to run into them.
Laughing Buffy wrapped her arms around him and lifted her face for his kiss.
Cupping her face, he deepened the kiss, his tongue deviling in to play with hers.
Losing herself to the heady sensation it evoked Buffy let her hands trail lazy circles along his bare back and a slight gasp escaped as he crushed her to him.
She knew there was something..they shouldn't be doing this now; she thought dazedly and clenched her fingers in his hair to anchor him to her.
"Mine," she muttered.
"Yours," Spike agreed trailing kisses down her throat, nibbling at his fresh mark.
"Forever?"
Spike looked down into her eyes and trailed one cold finger down her cheek; he did the same with the other.
"For eternity," he promised.
"That's good cuz I love you too and as much as I'm enjoying this Spike if you don't stop we won't have time to come up with a plan to save Wolfe."
"Right..right give us a minute," he mumbled and proceeded to kiss her again and again, causing her to lose her train of thought and the importance of what she had come here to do.
"The boy," Spike muttered dragging his mouth from hers.
"Right..Wolfe," she agreed before she captured his lips and they stumbled back against a wall.
"Buffy..."
"Okay..."
They parted for one brief moment before they were at it again.
"On three pet...'k?"
Nodding she nibbled at that delectable bottom lip.
"One..two.. Sod it all."
Fumbling hands attacked her shirt.
"Recite me a poem William," she murmured.
Spike's head shot up and horror widened his blue eyes.
Buffy grinned up at him.
Narrowing his eyes, he lowered his mouth to her ear.
"How 'bout I take you to the ice capades instead? Nothing like seeing Disney characters flail around on ice huh? Maybe we'll run into Daffy Duck- "
Laughing Buffy shook her head.
"Daffy's a Loony Tunes Spike. Donald Duck is-"
His growl was playful as he nibbled at her lips.
"Bloody well don't care who they are-"
Buffy gathered her discarded willpower, shoved out of his arms, and took a few quick steps back, raising a hand when he proceeded to follow.
"No. Spike we can't...We have to talk-about Wolfe and other things. No sex! And stop taking your clothes off!"
Shaking his head he muttered under his breath as he hurriedly slid into his t-shirt and turned to face Buffy a very strained irritated look on his face.
"The boy then, what of it?"
Buffy moved further away from him and settled against the farthest wall possible. She was sure she could stay away from him if she remained as far from him as she could be. No more touching, she reminded herself as her eyes drifted down his t-shirt clad chest. Her eyes narrowed and her lips parted in silent-
"Slayer! Come on, we've got business, snap outta it," Spike growled as he glared at her. "Can't look at me like that if we aren't gonna finish what we started luv. Delos has power over me and you think the claim will stop that," he began.
Buffy had to tear her gaze from him to look at the ground and nodded quickly.
"Counter act it. He still has control over you, but with the link between us, you won't be at all confined, you'll be aware of other things besides Delos and his wishes. Not quite sure how it's gonna work though, anyway Giles found out Quentin Travers is dead-"
"Kinda figured that," Spike smirked as he said this.
"Here. He's dead here Spike and his brother Rufus has taken over the Council, Giles says he's more ruthless and evil than Quentin could ever have hoped to be. He has a ritual to ascend to the ultimate power by killing Wolfe. Everyone is after him. They want to kill him."
"So what's the plan? What can I do? Delos is mine though, I'm gonna make him pay. Make him suffer for doing this to me."
"Well...I kinda promised Mornay that Spike," Buffy admitted with a nervous smile.
A scowl appeared on Spike's face.
"What?! Luv why? Why would you do that?" he demanded.
"Well I needed her to distract Delos while you and I did---did what we did! I needed her help-"
"You can't trust her Buffy! Listen don't believe a wo-"
"Do you hear that?" he asked suddenly, head snapping up and senses alert.
"Hear what?"
"That! Listen Buffy..."
Buffy opened her senses and listened carefully.
Then she caught it and her eyes met Spike's in incomprehension.
"Buffy--"
Spike watched in horror as Buffy began to choke, gag, falling to her knees and suddenly everything exploded, and black descended.
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A/N: Good enough? Well if you didn't like it too bad. I enjoyed writing it and so I will say the next chapter if you're lucky might be out this Friday. Keep your fingers crossed, be good, and leave me a review. Trying to get to 20 before I post Ch.7. Help me out please. Hope you enjoyed this.
A/N: Hi all. Busy week for me. Could not get this thing out of my head. I am intent on finishing up this series and may not post the chapters to my other stories as I mentioned in the last chapter. What can I say? I'm kinda obsessed with this story. It has morphed into something I hadn't counted on. So this is the claiming chapter as promised. As I was writing this, I was thinking what it would be like. How it would feel and the affect it would have on both of them. So I wrote it as I thought they would feel after going through with this traumatic event. Yes traumatic. Remember though I said this was the Spuffy connection and so it is. A permanent connection between them. Love will be had. This chapter took a lot out of me. Next chapter should be up around next week sometime. Enjoy. Skyz.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Btvs.
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Chapter 6:
Lifting his mouth, he was assaulted by a wave of dizziness and blinking rapidly he tried to clear his head.
"Spike," Buffy whispered raggedly lifting one heavy hand to trail down the sharp planes of his face.
He remembered saying once to Dru that Slayer's blood was an aphrodisiac..and it was. Except now, this was nothing like the other one. This was Buffy. His Slayer. The vague thought of stopping entered and left his mind in the blink of an eye.
Buffy watched Spike's face revert to human form and was disgustingly fascinated...
The emotions shinning through his now cobalt blue eyes would have taken her breath had she not already been breathless.
Lust, love, hunger...
A part of her was screaming to be kissed; the other shuddered in revulsion as he lowered his head, her life's blood trailing down his chin.
Don't kiss me.
Kiss me.
Don't kiss me.
Kiss me.
Don't-
"At least wipe your mouth Spike," she found herself saying, wiping at his mouth herself.
Spike frowned.
"Right... Kinda off putting innit?" he asked levering himself up on an elbow.
"In a ewwwww that's my blood kinda way."
"C'mon...you've never kissed Peaches after his mandatory bag of animal swill?"
With a disgusted face, Buffy made gagging noises.
"I try not to think about it," she muttered.
He stared down into her eyes and the pull between them an almost tangible force.
"I'm gonna kiss you," he stated.
Buffy blinked.
"Well..."
"I'm gonna kiss you," he repeated.
Riveted by his descending mouth Buffy found herself mumbling," Okay..I mean it's my blood...sick but mine...and it's for the claim...For th-"
The first touch of his lips to hers was like an electric charge, sending volts of electricity through their bodies.
His hands gripped her head as he gave himself up to the passion that flared. Pressing his body against hers, he struggled with his demon.
The beat of her heart, the feel of her hands tugging at his hair..the harsh sound of her breathing as she pulled her mouth from his hardly registered as he assaulted her neck.
"No blood taste," he muttered the question.
Her head lolled as his blunt teeth scraped a cool path down her neck.
"Nope..how'd you do that?" she asked her voice slightly slurred and hoarse.
"Trick I learned," he mumbled fusing his mouth to hers as she dragged him back up her body.
Staggering in its intensity, the feral sound she made raced through him as he let his hands roam freely.
Fingers, palms slid cleverly over her, divesting her of clothing as they went.
Trailing fingers down the curve of her breast, he peeked up through thick dark lashes and grinned.
"You belong to me Buffy..I'm gonna show you...Make you see no one will ever touch you the way I will. No one will ever make you feel this way but me. You are mine," his eyes stayed focused on her face as he let his thumbs gently brush her nipples.
His words had a startling affect on Buffy...threading through her, making her quiver with an undeniable need. She reached blindly for him, for anything, as he was at once rough, tender, and then gentle. Demanding.
She felt as if she were dying..slowly, ever so slowly as he made love to her. Never letting one set form rule as if he couldn't quite figure out which way he wanted to go.
Buffy didn't care as her back arched as he nipped at her breast and a low moan slid from her throat.
Stranded somewhere between pleasure and pain, as he was at once gentle and savage as he suckled from her.
She gave herself up to the sensation of skin against skin, as her hands tugged at his shirt. Nails biting into flesh urging him on.
Moving, constantly, moving, and hands everywhere, nothing left untouched.
The feel of his cool hand sliding up her inner thigh sent a shudder of pure need through her and the first brush of his fingers against her heated core had her crying out and convulsing.
Not letting her recover, he began to show her, inch by inch, she belonged to him.
No one else.
Ever.
And she let him, giving herself up to the pleasure he offered. Never stopping, never wanting him to. She reached for him.
"Wanna touch you," she whispered, unbearable heat flooding through her.
Afterwards he would wonder if there wasn't a little demon in the Slayer as she attacked all hands and lips. Now, in this moment he reveled in it. Ate it up. Urged her on.
Giving herself with careless abandon, wild and wanton, he knew she couldn't possible understand, realize what a powerful affect her innocence, mere presence had on him.
She made him whisper her name reverently, the sound making her feel all powerful. A heady mix as she returned his torture with her own. Hearing his ragged breathing when he didn't even need too was music to her ears. All for her she thought. Love and pleasure spread through her.
Stripped naked, of all her inhibitions she did not attempt to stop him as he took control again.
Never had he known this type of desire. Never had the obsessive need to possess. To take and take. Never felt the burning need to watch his lover's eyes as he pleasured them again and again.
He watched the strong muscles of her thighs quiver as he ran his tongue over them, making his way, deliberately, torturously up her straining body.
Her eyes closed as he slanted his mouth over hers, feasting. Dragging at his jeans, shoving her to the ground.
His demon emerged, ripping free and taking control.
His face rippled, shifted, glowing yellow eyes flashed as he drove into her. Shuddering a savage thrill sliding down his spine as her nails raked across his shoulders, down his back, drawing blood.
"Mine," he growled.
"Yours," she gasped.
"Mine."
"Yours."
Moving, straining..
He shuddered.
Hot. Cold.
Sinking his fangs inside of her, the delicious blooming sensation of her blood filled his mouth and he drank.
His. His. His. His. His. Hi--
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Spike:
I might be slow on the uptake but I'm not stupid. I mean how was I to know. Delos had made it his mission to destroy me. It could have been him disguised as Buffy!
It could have been.
But it wasn't.
The second her blood flooded my senses I knew that this had been a horrible mistake.
Why?
Well for one I did not intend to ever bite her again, yet here I was doing it again. I couldn't believe it.
No matter how good my intentions might have been the minute I realized she wasn't an imposter I intended to step back. Release her and apologize. Cept that isn't how it turned out. Couldn't be as easy as that though. No, see I didn't realize how hard it would be.
Like now, I'm staring into her glazed eyes, watching her breath come out in little gasps. Pressing her neck even closer to my mouth, inviting and delectable. My Slayer. MINE.
I can't help the possessive growl that comes out as I grip her by the shoulders and haul her closer. I want her closer still. I want nothing to separate me from her. I love her, it is with this in mind things change, and I'm lost.
One minute I'm looking into her eyes and thinking how much I love this girl and the next I'm being thrown, falling through the air with nothing to hold onto.
My eyes search frantically for any sign of the Slayer, I can feel her.
God I can feel her.
All around me, inside of me.
I'm covered in her, it.
The thing that makes her who she is.
Drenched, saturated and it burns.
I open my mouth to scream as light explodes before my eyes and I see...
I see...
My eyes have been opened and I can see.
I see her.
As I'm free falling I catch glimpses. Little peeks into her life.
The memories of happier times.
Her mum and dad.
Being called as the Slayer, her first Watcher.
Her death at the hands of the Master.
Falling in love with Angel.
Making friends with the Scoobies.
Principal Snyder always on her back.
Burning down her old school's gym.
Meeting Wolfe.
Falling in love with me.
Fighting Angelus.
And on it goes.
I see.
I'm closer to the light and suddenly I think about Dru.
She'd always went on about the light and God....
And I'm scared. More scared than I've ever been in my life.
I know what's coming.
I feel the pain as the light washes over me.
It burns, like hot coals.
The pain.
Burns in my gut, claws at my long dead heart.
I want to kill, to bleed. I want to make whoever is doing this suffer.
You cannot understand the pain I shake with it.
This feeling of unease. Unrest.
It calls..begs to be heard.
It floats on the edge of my brain, always there.
Always churning, boiling, taunting and overwhelming me into its dark embrace.
I see their faces.
Hear their voices, echoing, loudly...calling out.
Thanking the Slayer, cursing the demon that dared to tread on such sacred grounds.
Then I know my life to its end is forever my ungrace...
I give myself up to the light, the pain, the hurt..
I'm burning, dying and foolishly try to scramble away, to get away...the light...God the light, I shouldn't..the light!
I'm enveloped in the light and everything fades to black. Peaceful, familiar black and I'm thankful as I drift away.
()()()()
Buffy:
Well...I've been here before. Floating in a slight lethargic haze and sexual daze.
Well...not exactly here... I can't help my smug grin.
I never thought being bit by a vampire could be so erotic.. I'd even thought of Angel biting me. But since Spike, they hadn't been good thoughts. I always picture Angelus ripping my throat out, and there is nothing sexual in that. Pure rage and violence.
You would think that Spike would be the same way but he isn't...I don't know how to explain it.
I know I'm breathing fast and urging him on, I can tell he likes it as he growls and suddenly I'm lifted and sprawled on top of him. I blink and meet his glowing yellow eyes...It shocks me to see the love shinning through, past the blood lust.
The desire.
All for me.
And in that moment I'm overwhelmed by feelings, I never thought possible to feel. Sure, I knew I loved Spike, it was...well it was a weird feeling to tell you the truth. I had always believed Angel was the only one for me.
Because even now, as I stare into Spike's eyes I know I loved Angel too.
Loved him and didn't.
Does that make sense?
I can only assume that it does, at least to me. If I had actually loved Angel as much as I thought, there would never have been the tiniest inkling of feelings for Spike other than disgust and hatred. Not even Wolfe would have been able to change that. And even if there had been I would never have acted on them.
I loved Angel and had been in love with the idea of him...tragic vampire cursed with a soul. He'll always have a place in my heart, forever to be known as the man who let me know I was capable of love.
Spike is different..
Spike is mine.
So many emotions...I have for him that I cannot even explain them.
I know though..I do.
I know I'm in love with him and I close my eyes as I savor that thought.
Then I'm falling...flying, speeding through the dark. My eyes snap open and I'm searching for anything, Spike, someone to help me as I begin to feel dizzy and sick.
The feeling increases and I moan as a buzzing noise begins..slowly at a whisper, louder still until it becomes a booming scream.
Screams I realize, different types, from men and women....children.
Fear filled screams, of horror, pain, and death.
I shudder at the horror it brought, the panic that set in.
My first instinct was to protect, to fight and help the people.
Until I realized..
My eyes widened and I looked around, into the shadows.
Saw the faces.
The voices changed..screams faded and they spoke then.
Pleaded for their lives, begged for mercy.
Got none.
They died at the hands of a monster.
A soulless demon.
At the hands of William the Bloody.
Thousands of them, peering at me begging for help as he destroyed them. Ruined lives and went about his unlife with his Dark Princess.
I saw then....
The blood, seeping through..rivulets, descending..
All over me, surrounding me.
The sweet yet metallic smell weakens me and I gag as I fall to my knees.
Desperately trying everything to get it off, to make the blood disappear.
Why? I wonder. Why must I see this?
A whirlwind of moments swirled past me and I was swept along.
Cecily's cruel rejection, her hurtful words, the despair they caused in William.
Drusilla offering William his salvation.
Spike's destruction of those who had taunted him...railroad spikes through their heads.
Spike learning of the Slayer.
Fighting the Slayer in the Boxer Rebellion, killing her, ignoring her plea to tell her mother she was sorry.
Loving Dru.
Angelus leaving them alone.
Fighting his second Slayer, better than the last.
Killing her.
Taking her coat as a trophy.
Fleeing the mob in Prague.
Watching me dance at the Bronze.
Fighting me.
Lusting after me.
Loving me.
Delos re-siring him.
Until it stopped.
Ended.
I was left in the dark.
Left with the feel of the cold brutality that was Spike's demon.
The dark began to swirl and morph into shadows of the past, the present. It surrounded me, taking all I had, leaving nothing but the slow simmer of hatred, the burning need not to feel.
I felt the coldness first....
Everything I was, stood for, rebelled against the cool brush of their fingers as they approached hands out stretched, murmuring incessantly..damning me.
Making him weak and by him I knew they meant Spike. Taking him away from the dark, making him less than what he was, a demon, meant to maim and kill. A demon that would kill me sooner or later.
Their anger..their rage a cold, living, thing as they surrounded me and I knew I should feel frightened.
Scared.
I knew...
That I couldn't have helped them.
They'd been dead long before I knew Spike.
The cold fills me and I feel..I feel nothing ..
I see their pain, almost feel it, it begs to be heard..felt.
But I can't help it as their pain tries to become my own and I'm over come with such sorrow I can't stop the sobs as they come.
Because I can't...won't let this-but it has, overtaken me. Devouring in its intensity and-
I'm sorry..
I'm sorry, so sorry..
I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry.
I can't feel it..I feel nothing and I'm scared.
In the end, I can't fight it, can't ignore it and let go....
Give myself up to the dark and slip away.
~*~*~
Gasping needlessly Spike jerked his head from Buffy's neck and flung her off him. Scrambling away from her he frantically clawed at his clothing. Hoping on one foot as he tried to untangle his jeans enough to slide them on.
"What are you doing?" Buffy's voice alarmed him and his head shot up.
Wide blue eyes, met wide green eyes.
"Don't talk to me," Spike muttered moving backwards as she rolled to her feet a wary look on her face. She too began to dress.
Buffy silently watched as Spike dressed all the while mumbling to himself as he glanced around wildly.
"Spike..are you okay? I mean what just happened here? One minute I'm-"
"What do you think happened? It's the claim Slayer," he snarled as he kicked at the air and glared at her. Anger vibrating off him.
Spike watched, as Buffy seemed to digest this information and wondered how she could be so calm about this. What he had seen..
A shudder passed through him and he dropped his gaze.
"Claim? But I thought well, I thought it had to be spoken aloud, reciprocated? This was..weird and I don't think we did it right Spike. The things I saw...well..." she trailed off wanting obviously not to talk about it. Horror overshadowed her words.
Spike though didn't care. He pushed on.
"What did you see? Can't have been as bad as me! This wouldn't have happened if you had not come here with this foolish plan!"
Buffy stared at him; numb from what she had seen, but now the first stirrings of anger began to burn.
"Foolish? Foolish is going off, back to a place you know you shouldn't! I could say this is all your fault, I mean you're the one who was caught and turned into Delos' slave. Who started this?! You bit me and it has spiraled downward ever since Spike! I came here to help you and this is what I get in return? Bitterness, anger?! Well I don't need this," she yelled turning her back to him.
"Good. Run away, take your white hat arse and get the fuck out of here."
Buffy's back stiffened and she lowered her head as she struggled to control her jumbled emotions.
"I'm leaving," she snapped.
"Have to get you off...dirty. You...I'm covered in you. You've marked me," he growled as he stalked back and forth.
Buffy whirled around, hair flying behind her and let out her own growl. She stared at him in disbelief.
"Who has whose mark Spike?" she asked gesturing to her neck, where Spike's mark was prominent. "You claimed me not the other way around! And dirty? There is nothing dirty about me Spike. I am no demon. Haven't willingly maimed and killed. I haven't enjoyed the death I've caused."
Spike threw up his arms and laughed manically.
"Death has come a knockin and marked me with her words! Her actions! Slayer you will not control me. Make me your bi-this is who I am. Me. A demon--- this? This is wrong. Between you and me. Wrong! WRONG!"
"Don't you think I know that? I'm not stupid contrary to popular opinion. I know this shouldn't be happening. I saw Spike! I saw you.. No need to be humble! I know you're a demon. I know you're a murderer," she whispered shaking her head and looking away from him.
She couldn't look at him, couldn't let him see..
Spike had the strongest urge to apologize, to make her understand he had no control over his actions; he was a demon, who had to survive on the blood of innocents. Clenching his jaw, he strode halfway towards her before he forced himself to stop.
"That's right I am. I have killed and I am not gonna apologize. I don't owe you a thing Slayer!"
"I've seen their faces Spike, heard their cries, their pleas! I watched you kill two of my sister Slayers' and still...this is ridiculous! How am I supposed to live with this? Be with you and know that?" she cried out, body trembling with the restraint it took not to go to him.
Lifting her head, she caught his look of understanding.
"We can't," he said simply.
Buffy studied him as he turned away from her and leaned his forehead against the wall, another shudder passing through him.
"Tell me what you saw," she pleaded.
She needed to understand this.
Had too.
Sliding down the wall, he rested his forearms on his raised knees and spoke into his chest, voice low and cold.
"Saw the light I did! Supposed to be all good and kind, well let me tell you it aint. Burned me the minute it reached me and I know why. Cuz of you," he whispered. "It was you...you did it and I can't blame you. Look at you! The Slayer! In love with a demon and I saw you---I know what you are. What you do. I am beneath you, I know it, feel it, accept it. People you've saved...vamps you've killed I saw it all. Seen the bloody light I have. I know..."
"Know what? What do you know now Spike?"
He smiled slightly. "Right. I don't know why I want to be with you Buffy. I've got no right. You need to leave me..move on with the great poof. Get out of here."
"You were a good man," she murmured suddenly.
Gazing at him, she saw the man he had been.
Spike's head shot up.
"Wha?"
Buffy shook her head and frowned, pacing, thinking furiously.
"We can't let this stop us Spike! This has just... Brought out the things we would probably never have discussed until they exploded in our faces. I never thought I would have a front row seat to all the carnage you've caused in your long life..Never thought I'd feel this way about it."
Peering up at her, he blinked slowly as he tried to understand where she was going with this.
"I know you're disgusted. Understand..Do you understand what you are? What you mean? The things you've done? I've got no right. I know that!" he yelled.
"That's right you don't," she admitted. It hurt her to say the words. But they were speaking truths now. She had to be truthful. "Spike you're a demon and I'm the Slayer. It is in our very natures to hate each other. Never to love one another. Yet..I loved Angel. I did..sure I never fully realized what he had done as Angelus but...he is a demon too. Cursed with a soul he never wanted. I look at you and I don't see the faces of the people you've killed. God help me...all I see is William, the poet...our son. Wolfe. You were a good man and you can be a man again. Take responsibility for your past. Understand-"
"I do," he gritted out.
"Then we can get through this. I can...we can do this Spike. You've killed and now it's time to make amends. Day by day. Step by step."
Shoving both hands through his hair Spike closed his eyes moaning.
"How? I've got no soul, no path of redemption to totter on. I'm evil pet. All I've got is-"
"Me. You have me Spike and Wolfe. That's all you need. We'll help you through this. I shouldn't want this but I do. Tell me you can be man enough to try...to see the greatness you talked about," she whispered brokenly, feeling drained emotionally, physically, and mentally.
"Come here," he ordered abruptly.
"No," she mumbled.
"Buffy..."
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked slightly curious as she walked hesitantly towards him.
The look on his face had her taking a step back.
Hooded, glowing blue eyes filled with lust, for her. A slight smirk on his angular face as he stalked towards her and her eyes dropped, skirted away from the blatant evidence of his desire.
Blushing she closed her eyes in embarrassment.
"Spike..." she choked out. "Stay away! I'm not having sex with you again."
Grinning at her, he stopped inches away and tipped her chin upwards.
"Why not? A claiming is all about the sex and blood and the...sex. Don't you like what you've seen?" he purred leaning in close and inhaling sharply.
With obvious effort, Buffy opened her eyes and stared directly into his.
"You're a pig Spike," she spat with a small smile.
"That's why you love me though Slayer," he murmured with a large grin as he lowered his head his lips barely brushing hers.
His words registered with her the second his lips touched hers. Jerking back, she glared at him.
"Love? Who said anything about love? Who said I loved you Spike?" she demanded.
An uncertain look flickered across Spike's face before confidence returned full force and he shrugged.
"You wouldn't be here if you didn't, now be a good girl and say it," he encouraged.
With narrowed eyes, she glared at him and placed her hands on her hips.
"You've got to be kidding me! I am not saying that..you haven't even said it why should I? If anyone is going to say it, it should be you! Now be a good boy and say it," she mocked arching a brow.
Glaring right back at her he crossed his arms and straightened, trying to look intimidating and scary. He was the Big Bad and no one was telling him what to do! He was not going to say it first. She would have to make the first move. He wasn't going to let her reject him again. Not now, not when it was so important.
"No," he said stubbornly.
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"I love you," they yelled in unison.
Spike blinked.
Buffy blinked.
Smiling Buffy glanced at him and asked," So do you?"
Smiling to himself Spike played dumb.
"Do I what?"
"You know..."
"If I do, do we get to make with the sex again? Cause I'll tell you-"
"Spike! Serious here! Now tell me and we'll see."
"I love you," he stated somberly and looked her dead in the eyes as he added. "Let us commence with the sex."
Holding out his arms, he waited for her to run into them.
Laughing Buffy wrapped her arms around him and lifted her face for his kiss.
Cupping her face, he deepened the kiss, his tongue deviling in to play with hers.
Losing herself to the heady sensation it evoked Buffy let her hands trail lazy circles along his bare back and a slight gasp escaped as he crushed her to him.
She knew there was something..they shouldn't be doing this now; she thought dazedly and clenched her fingers in his hair to anchor him to her.
"Mine," she muttered.
"Yours," Spike agreed trailing kisses down her throat, nibbling at his fresh mark.
"Forever?"
Spike looked down into her eyes and trailed one cold finger down her cheek; he did the same with the other.
"For eternity," he promised.
"That's good cuz I love you too and as much as I'm enjoying this Spike if you don't stop we won't have time to come up with a plan to save Wolfe."
"Right..right give us a minute," he mumbled and proceeded to kiss her again and again, causing her to lose her train of thought and the importance of what she had come here to do.
"The boy," Spike muttered dragging his mouth from hers.
"Right..Wolfe," she agreed before she captured his lips and they stumbled back against a wall.
"Buffy..."
"Okay..."
They parted for one brief moment before they were at it again.
"On three pet...'k?"
Nodding she nibbled at that delectable bottom lip.
"One..two.. Sod it all."
Fumbling hands attacked her shirt.
"Recite me a poem William," she murmured.
Spike's head shot up and horror widened his blue eyes.
Buffy grinned up at him.
Narrowing his eyes, he lowered his mouth to her ear.
"How 'bout I take you to the ice capades instead? Nothing like seeing Disney characters flail around on ice huh? Maybe we'll run into Daffy Duck- "
Laughing Buffy shook her head.
"Daffy's a Loony Tunes Spike. Donald Duck is-"
His growl was playful as he nibbled at her lips.
"Bloody well don't care who they are-"
Buffy gathered her discarded willpower, shoved out of his arms, and took a few quick steps back, raising a hand when he proceeded to follow.
"No. Spike we can't...We have to talk-about Wolfe and other things. No sex! And stop taking your clothes off!"
Shaking his head he muttered under his breath as he hurriedly slid into his t-shirt and turned to face Buffy a very strained irritated look on his face.
"The boy then, what of it?"
Buffy moved further away from him and settled against the farthest wall possible. She was sure she could stay away from him if she remained as far from him as she could be. No more touching, she reminded herself as her eyes drifted down his t-shirt clad chest. Her eyes narrowed and her lips parted in silent-
"Slayer! Come on, we've got business, snap outta it," Spike growled as he glared at her. "Can't look at me like that if we aren't gonna finish what we started luv. Delos has power over me and you think the claim will stop that," he began.
Buffy had to tear her gaze from him to look at the ground and nodded quickly.
"Counter act it. He still has control over you, but with the link between us, you won't be at all confined, you'll be aware of other things besides Delos and his wishes. Not quite sure how it's gonna work though, anyway Giles found out Quentin Travers is dead-"
"Kinda figured that," Spike smirked as he said this.
"Here. He's dead here Spike and his brother Rufus has taken over the Council, Giles says he's more ruthless and evil than Quentin could ever have hoped to be. He has a ritual to ascend to the ultimate power by killing Wolfe. Everyone is after him. They want to kill him."
"So what's the plan? What can I do? Delos is mine though, I'm gonna make him pay. Make him suffer for doing this to me."
"Well...I kinda promised Mornay that Spike," Buffy admitted with a nervous smile.
A scowl appeared on Spike's face.
"What?! Luv why? Why would you do that?" he demanded.
"Well I needed her to distract Delos while you and I did---did what we did! I needed her help-"
"You can't trust her Buffy! Listen don't believe a wo-"
"Do you hear that?" he asked suddenly, head snapping up and senses alert.
"Hear what?"
"That! Listen Buffy..."
Buffy opened her senses and listened carefully.
Then she caught it and her eyes met Spike's in incomprehension.
"Buffy--"
Spike watched in horror as Buffy began to choke, gag, falling to her knees and suddenly everything exploded, and black descended.
~*~*~
A/N: Good enough? Well if you didn't like it too bad. I enjoyed writing it and so I will say the next chapter if you're lucky might be out this Friday. Keep your fingers crossed, be good, and leave me a review. Trying to get to 20 before I post Ch.7. Help me out please. Hope you enjoyed this.