Part 3

I stare blankly at the book laid out in front of me. The words on the page stopped making sense ten minutes ago. The letters began to blur five minutes ago and I've reread the same paragraph three times. With a sigh, I close the book and stand to return it to its place on the shelf. So much for studying for exams.

When I turn back around, I'm surprised to find someone directly behind me. "Lestat!" I gasp, clutching my chest in shock.

"Did I frighten you?" he asks with a languid smile.

"Just a bit. W-What are you doing here?"

He doesn't answer, merely extends his hand to me. I look at it thoughtfully. Oh what the hell. I take it and as he leads me out of the UC Sunnydale Library I ask where we're going.

"Your place."

My feet stop moving and he drags me a couple feet before he stops and turns. "No way," I say, shaking my head vigorously. "We can't go to my place."

"And why not?" He chuckles and pulls me to his chest. His skin is cool, but not clammy. Like Spike's. "Are you scared?" he whispers in my ear.

"N-No. Well…a little bit," I admit. "But I have this roommate and he's…" He's an overprotective vampire who actually has more brains than me considering I'm standing here with a non-chipped vampire holding hands like we're best buddies but I can't help it cause you smell really good and apparently I'm a vampire-slut cause I'm thinking more about the pointiness in your mouth than in your pants. "…probably not even at home. Let's go."

*****

"A vampire?" Dawn gasps. "Well…kinda makes sense now. What with the name and all."

"Huh?"

"Lestat. Anne Rice? The Vampire Chronicles?"

"Bloody hell. What a poofter. I bet that's not even his real name."

I'm on my third glass of vodka but it hasn't kicked in yet. It takes a lot more than three glasses to get me hammered. Of course, getting hammered at the Bronze hadn't exactly been my plan when I left the flat this evening. I'd planned on Willy's Place. Nice and cozy, no prying eyes staring at you. Everyone minds his own bloody business.

But then I'd bumped into the Nibblet and she lured me here with promises of blooming onions. Damn manipulative little chit. So here I am, drowning my sorrows in vodka, blooming onions, and spicy buffalo wings and sharing my feelings with Miss Psychology Major herself.

"How does this make you feel? Jade dating another vampire?" she asks. The girl all but takes out a little pad and pencil.

"Shrink to the undead," I chuckle to myself.

"Answer me."

"I don't bloody know!" I growl. "It's just…if she's gonna fuck up her life by going out with a vampire, why can't that vampire be me?"

"Do you think…maybe she wants to go out with this guy because of you?"

"Didn't follow you around that bend, pet."

"You're a vampire…he's a vampire…" I stare at her blankly. She sighs. "OK…think of it this way. Hypothetical situation- you're in love with a girl with red hair. But you can't have the girl with red hair. But then you meet another girl with red hair who will love you. Now there're tons of girls who'll go out with you, but you choose the one with the red hair. Why? Because subconsciously, she reminds you of the one you can't have."

"OK…so you're saying, she's going out with this bloke because she's in love with me and can't have me?"

"Exactly."

"Rubbish." Dawn sighs in frustration. "She's going out with this guy because he's a vampire and the idea of vampires has always gotten her off. Ever since she was bitten. Bite's sort of addictive that way. I've seen it a thousand times."

"Then why don't you give her what she wants?" She waggles her eyebrows suggestively at me.

"Bugger off."

"Seriously, Spike. If she wants the bite, you can give her the bite. And it'd be a lot safer from you. Do you think that Lestat's gonna just stop drinking before she's dead? You've got to stop her. Tell her you love her."

I merely grunt and down the rest of my drink, motioning to the bartender for another.

*****

My hand shakes as I unlock the door to the apartment. What's wrong with me? I've never been this nervous before. Not about this. I can feel Lestat behind me, his hands running over my hips and coming to rest on my waist as he gently nibbles on my ear.

The door opens and I walk in. This is my last chance. I can stop this now. I can slam the door in his face and stay in here until Spike comes home. But my mouth doesn't seem to be communicating with my mind as I hear myself invite him in.

He smiles, stepping over the threshhold and shutting the door behind him. It closes with a loud click. Actually, it probably wasn't as loud as I thought it was. But all sound is like thunder to me now. The click of the door, the air moving through the air conditioner, the hum of the refrigerator, my heart, my rapid breathing, the sound of his boots on the hardwood floor as he slowly walks toward me. It all echoes in my head and I'm suddenly feeling a bit dizzy.

But it's all drowned out when his cool lips touch mine. Gently, gently at first he massages my lips with his and his hands trace circles around the small of my back. This is nice. This is wrong.

But wrong always feels so good. My body takes over, leaving my mind to sit and enjoy the show. I feel my hands pulling the velvet coat off his shoulders. Mmm…broad shoulders… The coat hits the floor, followed closely by his shirt and then mine.

My feet come off the floor to hook around his waist. He carries me through the hall. I'm kissing him, my tongue gently exploring his mouth. So cool…not hot and sticky like a human's. We're in the bedroom now and I fall back onto the bed.

The sheets are so soft and cool against my burning skin. The smell of cigarettes wafts up around me. Wait…this isn't right…shit. The smell is so strong in here. Cigarettes and liquor. This isn't my room. It's Spike's. But the communication having ceased between my mind and body, I can't protest. And soon I don't want to.

His lips are all over me. Cool, soft, but so strong. Urgently moving, his tongue tracing a line between my breasts down to my navel. It dips inside, inciting a tiny moan before he pulls away. Lestat's hands deftly unclasp my bra and I hear it land somewhere in the room.

A cool hand cups my left breast, pinching and teasing the nipple, drawing a long loud moan from me. I struggle with the button on his leather pants. Then the zipper. Can't get them off in this position. Quickly I flip us over, catching him offguard I think. His eyes convey his shock, then something akin to amusement as I pull the pants off his legs. They land somewhere behind us on the floor.

He chuckles as I straddle him, raking my long fingernails down his chest, leaving long red marks in their wake. He hisses, his back arching and he doesn't bother to unbutton my skirt. Just rips it off of me along with my black silk bikinis. Damn. I just got those. Oh well. I can buy more.

Both completely naked now, I sit and enjoy the feeling of his cool skin againt mine for a moment as he sits up, pulling me to his chest, his mouth dangerously close to my neck. I shiver when he begins nipping and biting at the soft skin there and am so absorbed by it that I don't notice when he lifts me onto him, burying himself deep inside me. I cry out at the shock of it, eliciting a soft growl from him.

I rock back and forth on him, grinding into his pelvis, desperately wanting all of him inside me. His strong hands grip my hips, lifting me up and then back down on him and I scream with the force of it. It hurts but I don't care. This is part of the experience. And oh, what an experience it is.

He picks up speed, lifting me and slamming me back down so hard and fast that I can't see anything but a blur anymore. So when I shut my eyes, I hear instead of see the bones shifting in his face as it changes into its vampiric features.

The pressure in my abdomen is growing tighter and I clench around him, earning a feral growl. Closer…closer…closer… His lips are on my neck again, but this time I can feel the sharp incisors scratching at the skin. Closer…closer… The fangs sink into my neck and I scream with the pain and the pleasure of it all, falling over the edge. I feel his muscles tighten before he releases inside me and I gasp out my exhaustion, slumping against his chest.

His fangs are still buried in my neck and I can feel streams of my warm blood flowing from the wound, escaping his mouth to run down my chest. Things start to grow dim but I don't want him to stop. My last thought as everything fades into blackness is that Spike's gonna be pissed when he sees I bled on his sheets.