Slaying her again.
by Rowe
Set: Season 4ish
Disclaimer: Buffy, the Scoobies and all thing Sunnydale belong to Mutant enemy and Joss Whedon
Author's note: More a "Sliding Doors" what if Spike and Faith had met.
Chapter 3: Home truths.
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Faith caught up with Buffy as she marched determinedly down the alleyway.
"What is it with you and the sexy undead? You know vampire usually brings a response of stake to me, not lip lock. Got to admit it B, you really take the term bad boy to a new level. Though they are certainly stud muffins."
Buffy clenched her teeth, all forms of denial were running through her mind. Her brain grasped hold of a feeble response. "He just kissed me, he is going be so dead." She knew she was ranting wildly but kept going. "It is nothing like Angel, he's just a self-absorbed, obnoxious creep. I've warned him to get out of Dodge, permanently."
Faith chuckled as Buffy quickened her pace. "A few demons chasing her there I think, and all in her mind." she thought. "You ain't fooling nobody sister, he isn't dust yet. Read the book, seen the movie- hey B, is this the sequel." Faith threw after Buffy's rapidly retreating back and ran to catch up.
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Spike slowly inhaled the smoke of his umpteenth cigarette. "The good old Bronze- scene of many a riotous act." He tried to be jovial but failed. All because he couldn't help dwelling on a certain slayer's taste which a dozen beers hadn't managed to wash from his mouth. It was like an indelible mark. One he wasn't too sure he would ever want to forget.
"I 'm acting like Angel at the moment, who needs a soul to brood." Memories of when he had first arrived in town filtered through his mind. He had tried to help Dru- well he could fix her physically if not mentally. Some things are just too broken. Angel living in Sunnydale had attracted him there. Knowing that it was a Hellmouth was just a bonus. No repeat of the mobs in Prague would be likely. A slayer was said to be here too. He had always had a slayer obsession. Usually that meant just killing them but this one had always been different. From the moment he had clapped eyes on her gyrating her nubile little body around the dance floor he had been truly hooked- throw in the line and sinker with that…. "Bloody hell, the bint had me ogling her like a teen boy hot for his first shag." He shook his head at the memory.
Then she danced a real dance for him. He had set up one of the Annoying One's dorky vamps to test her out. It had taken her almost no time to deal with him. He had announced his presence then, needing her to know he was there, to acknowledge his presence. Since watching that first fight he knew that he really didn't want her dancing with anyone else. Possessive from the start really!! Stupidly he had just never realised. Dru began to unravel further as she realised there was a lack of total attentiveness. He had tried to compensate really. You know the whole love-hate two sides of the same coin. But the more that he had raged that he hated her…… hell that was just been his mind valiantly trying to cover what he was really feeling. Silly really, everyone seemed to have guessed before him, well except for Buffy. Always was a little slow in the relationship stakes, too busy being the Slayer he guessed.
Her moves were like complex choreography, a pleasure to watch, an art form in itself. The fact meant he was hypnotised by her, began unconsciously to mirror her, to fight her, to dance with her- in some primitive mating ritual. Neither of them had ever had a clue about the undercurrent of their interactions. "I'm sure that Peaches knew though." Spike snarled to his beer. "He made his claim on her, and even when he was soulless boy again he persisted on marking his territory." Angel was funny like that, like with Dru he considered Buffy his domain and would kill anything else that harmed them- the inflicting of pain on them was his prerogative. As Angel he had felt guilty about Dru and been besotted with Buffy. As Angelus he'd always been proud of his creation but obsessed with the slayer.
Spike slammed down the rest of his drink and turned to find some action. Something that would take his mind of the little blonde vixen. Something different as hell would do him nicely. Tall and dark would be good. He decided it was time to prowl.
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Faith left Buffy and smirked to herself. Buffy was certainly living in the land of denial. The air had been flammable around her and the vamp. "I just knew it was bullshit when she claimed slaying didn't get her hot and horny." She thought triumphantly. Obviously only certain vamps did it for her. What was it with B and the order of Aurelius line, must be something in the blood. Deciding it was too early to turn in, she headed toward the Bronze to chase up some of her own vampire action. "Wouldn't mind a crack at that vampire myself. Would've loved to have seen his moves." She felt like playing tonight. She had an itch and that blonde vamp might just be the one to scratch it. He seemed too edgy for Miss Prim and Prudish Summers, maybe a little sauciness would heat his blood.
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In her bed that night Buffy was restless. Her body was still tingling from the brief interaction she had had with Spike. She felt foolish, she was supposed to run the bad guys out of town (if she couldn't kill them and for some reason Spike seemed to be immune to her slaying). "So why did you want to get close to him? Why did it feel so right?" a voice in her head whispered. Then in horror, she realised. He made her feel strong, not in the way Angel had though. His had been the sort of the large muscular body that had been overwhelming; keeping her safe and protected. She didn't really need that anymore. Spike had the muscularity- definitely no slouch there. But he was more her size. Tall enough that he had lean down to kiss her but lean enough that he made her feel like an equal. Her hands wouldn't feel like a small child's in his. He made her feel like a women- or at the least gave her a glimpse at the women she was fast becoming- "if I get half the chance."
She had ignored Faith's jibes about her little encounter. Angel would be so disappointed in her for letting Spike get so close. "Way to go with the safe thinking. Way to get yourself killed!" Her dreams had been bad enough but she had kissed him back. She had actually kissed her mortal enemy willingly. This was nothing like what she had had with Angel. This was like playing with fire.