CHAPTER THREE: TURNED
The black Desoto sped onto the main street of Sunnydale, the peroxide blonde vampire grinning as he knocked down the 'Welcome to Sunnydale' sign for the third time.
Sunnyhell more like it, he thought.
He grinned as he thought about how brilliant it would be to take out some more of his frustration on the Slayer and her little band of Slayerettes. This time, though, he'd be concentrating more on killing the Slayer. Her friends, while they did look tasty, just wasn't what he was after.
He wanted Slayer's blood. It had been so long since his last taste of it, and his body was craving it desperately.
Of the two Slayer's he had killed, her had only drained one. He regretted wasting such powerful blood the second time, but the crack of the Slayer's neck as he had broken her for a final time had been just what he needed to hear.
It was funny, he had killed those other two Slayer's the first time he had met them. They hadn't known him, and he hadn't known them. But he knew Buffy. Knew her name, knew her weaknesses. Knew everything about her and had seen her at her worst points in life. And still he couldn't defeat her.
But it was gonna be different this time, he vowed.
He wouldn't rest until she was dead.
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Giles stroked the young girl's hair, whispering soothing words to her, though he couldn't recall what he had been saying for the last few hours.
It hadn't mattered though. His Slayer had calmed herself down, had dried her tears and had looked up at him.
It was almost easy to forget that only a few hours ago, he had been delivered the horrible news by the Council. Since then, his world had crashed around him and had only just begun to pickup. Though how he could get her through being turned was going to be a difficult process. One that he wasn't entirely convinced he could succeed with.
Giles stifled a yawn and Buffy looked at him guiltily.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. She began standing up and offered him her hand to get up with. He took it, not wishing to offend her by suggesting that he didn't trust her.
"You should go home," she told him.
He went to protest but Buffy covered his mouth with her hand.
"None of that. Go home. Sleep. I'll be fine," she said.
"Where will you go?" he asked.
"Home maybe," she said.
He went to say something but paused, wishing that he didn't have to tell her that she wouldn't be welcome in her own home.
"Buffy-" he stopped.
She understood him without him saying another word.
"Oh…right. Yeah, of course. That was…wow, that was really silly of me," she said softly.
"Stay with me," he said simply, not offering her a bed, but telling her that she would be welcome at his place.
"No, Giles. I can't. I shouldn't be around you. Or anyone. I can't…I can't control this thing and…I don't want to hurt you," she said.
"I'm not leaving you alone," he said, fearful that she would kill herself. Stake through the heart, sunlight. A combination of both maybe. It was easy for her now. Quick, effortless. Very little fuss for anyone. Only a lot of pain.
"I can look after myself," she said.
He hesitated but saw that she wasn't going to agree to staying with him.
"Promise me that you'll find some shelter before dawn. If anything were to happen…if I were to lose you again…Buffy, I almost lost it tonight," he admitted.
She nodded and took hold of his hand.
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm not even getting any older," she whispered, trying to keep things light, but she saw that the tears in her Watcher's eyes were threatening to fall.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there."
She shook her head and threw herself towards him, clinging to her Watcher with a desire to comfort him that she hadn't possessed before. "It wasn't your fault. I don't blame you."
"Wesley did this to you," he whispered, his hands finding her face, touching her forehead, wondering how anyone who looked so pure could suddenly change into a creature that had nothing there but a desire to kill.
"If ever I let the demon take over, he'll be the first to go," Buffy said, a smile playing about her lips.
Giles just shook his head trying not to laugh. He couldn't help it though, and through his tears and his laughter, the only thing he could think was that he hadn't lost her after all.
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Buffy wandered the streets, trying to think everything through. Her logical mind told her that she should just stay outside, not even bother finding shelter at all. The world would be better off with one less vampire in it.
She couldn't understand what had happened to her, and part of her didn't want to understand. She wanted to feed…needed the blood more than anything. The demon was chanting to her, feed, kill, take, but she didn't want to hurt anyone. She didn't want anyone to suffer at her own hands.
She turned as she heard a struggle coming from behind a bush. She quickly leapt over it, finding her new speed to be something positive. She saw a vampire standing over a fallen body, blood at the victim's throat.
Buffy struggled to keep her demon down, and as she saw the other vampire turn, the demon subsided immediately. She was nothing like the creature who had taken the young girls life.
The vampire looked up and grinned cockily at her.
"Slayer," he said.
"Spike," she replied, wondering if this night could possibly get any worse.
First she'd been captured, then killed, then turned. Now she had to contend with Spike!
"Dru dump you again?" she asked, trying to keep her eyes away from the blood on the poor girls neck.
"Maybe I dumped her!" Spike yelled, his eyes flashing violently.
She grinned, finally feeling as though she could concentrate her energies onto beating Spike and turning him to dust.
"Another Chaos demon?" she asked.
Spike smirked and, without any further hesitation, jumped towards her, knocking her off balance.
She kicked him away from her, sending him tumbling backwards a little.
"Crikey, when'd you get so bloody strong?" he asked.
She shrugged and kicked him again, sending him sprawling to the ground. He got up quickly enough and turned to face her, trying to work out what difference there was to the Slayer in front of him.
He lunged towards her and pinned her hands together, holding them tightly with one hand, his other hand going to her throat. Suddenly, as though he'd been burned, he stepped back, releasing her from his grip.
"Who did this to you?" he asked angrily.
She looked at him in confusion, not understanding his question or why he seemed so angry.
"Did what?"
Spike looked at her, one scarred eyebrow raised.
"You do know you're a vampire, right ducks?" he asked.
"Oh…that," she replied.
"Yeah…that. And if you're a bloody vampire, how come you're fighting me?" he asked.
"Cos you're annoying," she replied.
Spike stepped forward and grabbed her by the throat. He pushed her against a tree and held her there, looking into her eyes. He found only defiance instead of the fear that would have usually been there.
He brought his mouth to her neck and traced the bites that were still on her neck with his tongue. She whimpered involuntarily and Spike grinned against her neck.
"Like that, do you pet?" he asked.
She tried to push him off her, trying to deny what was inside of her, but he held her against the tree.
"It's alright luv. You're allowed to like it," he said, sucking at her neck. She let her head fall backwards, enjoying the feel of his tongue against her cold neck.
He bit into her gently and growled softly as he heard her give a small murmur of pleasure.
Her blood was still intoxicating, still full of power. It was warmer than usual vampires blood, not entirely at the preferred 98.6, but nowhere near room temperature.
He traced his finger across her neck and smiled as she shivered against his touch. He trailed his fingers in her blood and brought them to his mouth, sucking them slowly. He saw the Slayer-vamp lick her lips, hunger and desire clouding her eyes.
"You want some?" he asked, his voice soft, the voice he usually save for Dru.
She nodded and he brought his fingers to her mouth, letting her suck the blood from his fingertips. She looked him directly in the eye as her tongue darted out and curled around the tips of his fingers.
He withdrew his fingers, earning him a pout from the Slayer.
"Have you fed, pet?" he asked.
She looked at him, confused, unsure of how to answer.
"Didn't you're sire give you anything to eat?"
She shrugged and pushed him away from her, but he was still holding her by the waist.
"I ate him. Does that count?"
He shook his head, grinning a little. "That before or after you killed him?"
"Before," she replied, grinning a little.
He grinned at her and pulled her lips to his, surprised that she let him kiss her, and shocked that she was reciprocating.
"Feisty," he whispered as Buffy let her lips go down to Spike's neck.
She suckled at it, not breaking the skin, her blunt teeth nipping at him softly. "Can I?"
He gave a small nod, amazed that she was being subservient to [I]him[/I]. Where was the defiant creature he had met in the alley outside the Bronze so many years ago?
He felt her teeth dig into his neck and a rush of blood went directly to his groin. He groaned and brought her closer to him, his fingers tangling in her hair to bring her mouth closer to his skin.
She drank deeply but pulled herself away, pushing Spike away from her. He was startled by her sudden movements and stumbled backwards.
She looked at him, fearing what she had done, hating that she had been drinking his blood and enjoying it.
Understanding suddenly dawned on the peroxided blonde vampire. "You've got your soul."
Buffy nodded, looking away. The demon inside her was ashamed of the soul, hated it, wanted to overtake her body and cast the soul out, but the Slayer inside was kicking the demon into submission.
"If you 'adn't killed your sire, I woulda done it m'self," Spike said softly. "You don't turn Slayers. You kill 'em, sure, but…don't turn 'em."
He stopped forward and touched her arm softly. She went to back away but found herself transfixed by the vampire in front of her.
"You got a place to stay?" he asked.
She hesitated and finally shook her head. He nodded and kissed her forehead gently, surprising both the Slayer and himself. Why he was being like this to an enemy was beyond him, but…he couldn't leave her out here alone.
"Come with me," he said, half asking, half commanding.
Neither of them expected her to nod her acceptance and let him take her by the hand.