BTVS

Title:  Chains of Darkness

Chapter Two:  Complications

Rating – PG-13– strong language and suggestion

Summary – Set at end of Season 2 – Spike is wheelchair bound, Angelus has returned.  In the abandoned Sunnydale Steel Foundry a rare species of demon have set up home.  Spike finally has his one good day with the slayer – but with repercussions that neither of them foresees. 

Disclaimer – no I don't own Spike, Buffy, Angelus or any of the other great characters Joss has come up with.  Wish I owned Spike or that he owned me – but I think he is gonna own Buffy during this story….

Enjoy…..

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She heard the creature leave as she stumbled backward and slid down the wall.  Her legs and injured ankle were no longer supporting her.  The creature's smell lingered and then finally dissipated.   Blessedly clear air filled her nostrils.  She inhaled deeply and then had to press her hands to her chest to stop the intense painful burning she suddenly felt.  The burning sensation lessened if she didn't breathe too deep.  She felt her hands get sticky and realized that it was more of her blood just leaking out of her body.  Tired, she thoughtif I could  just go to sleep for a moment, get some rest and then I will figure out how to get help.

Suddenly she felt a presence beside her and cool fingers lifted up her chin.  She looked up into a shadowy face and managed to get out some sort of plea for help.  Before she was aware of what was happening, her brain registered Vampire and Spike at the same time.   Try to grab a piece of wood, she told her body – but it was not responding to her commands.  She saw Spike's visage change into his demon and before she could even put up a token resistance, she felt his fangs slide into her neck.  

As he began to suck, a lassitude overcame her and she realized that Spike was going to be the one that killed her.  Not Angelus, not the Master but the annoying blonde vampire who for some reason she had never been able to dust.  It actually kind of felt good in a morbid kind of way.  Her thoughts started drifting so she just relaxed and gave into the inevitable.   Wonder if he likes Cocoa came the unbidden thought as she drifted away.

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My god, her blood is so powerful.  He could feel the slayer blood course through his undead veins and start healing his tortured body as he continued feeding.  His whole being felt stronger than it had in weeks.  But something wasn't right.  He remembered what slayer blood tasted like, and hers was definitely the sweetest but there was something that was off about it.  Something just a bit off and then another thought started nagging at his head while he enjoyed the feel of the slayer, not even fighting him while he drained her of her life essence.

That thought had just entered his head when his mouth started burning.  It was not an unpleasant burning but it did make his mouth warm.  Then the burning traveled down into his veins wherever the slayer blood entered his system.   Something tickled his conscience again, something about the demon, the burning and the demons horrid whistling sound.  Oh Bloody HELL!  Why didn't I realize it before this?  Should of at least recognized the smell!

Retracting his fangs from her throat, he leaned backward and looked at the slayer.  Cor she's beautiful.  Pulling her hands gently away from her chest he counted three long thin claw marks and one offset thicker one.  Yep, we are both screwed,  but maybe her more than me.  Gonna' have to figure some things out.  Crap, have to get her out of here before Angelus finds us.

 Her head was limp on her shoulder but he could still hear her heart beating and he knew he hadn't drained her nearly enough to kill her.  Bending down, he licked the trail of blood that oozed from his bite while he was thinking.  The slayer unconsciously  moaned when he did this and suddenly his pants became a bit tight.  Bugger this! Better start remembering some details…

Digging in the recesses of his mind, he remembered bits and pieces.  He knew it would ward intruders off by a high decibel whistle and that if they did attack it was usually to protect their home and young.    They had poisonous claws – three fingered claws with an opposable hook like appendage and supposedly no cure for the person who was unlucky enough to get the poison in their bloodstream.  Unless a vampire was lucky enough to be near them and almost drain em to reduce the poisons effects.   Just my luck!  Saving the slayer was not on my agenda – but guess it is now.  Can't kill her now that the poison is in me too.   Can't remember the entire story of these buggers, might need her Watcher to look some stuff up or at least nick his books on the subject.  Well – that's for later. 

"Bloody Hell - Slayer!"    "Wake up! We have ourselves a bit of a problem here!"  Shaking her non-too gently, he tried to get her to wake up.  Her head just rolled to the other side and her eyes still did not open. 

Figures – get slayer handed to me on a golden platter to kill and as usual, something happens to muck it up.  Gods must be laughing at me.  Three is a charm they say – not a CURSE!

"Come on here Slayer – no time for naps!  Wakey wakey!  Lets get you on home.  Would get you to your Watcher but with the way my luck is going, I might not survive the encounter."  He continued shaking her, his frustration growing.

She was not responding and even though his legs felt a hundred times stronger than they did just minutes ago, he knew he couldn't pick the girl up and carry her back home. 

  Bloody hell!  Racking his brain for a solution the only thing he could come up with was helping her with his blood.  He knew how strong vampire blood could be for a human and he was no regular fledgling.   Couldn't hurt and maybe it will wake her up some. 

Morphing back to his vampire visage, he sliced his wrist on a fang and put his wrist next to the slayers mouth. 

"Come On Slayer – you need to drink this or you won't be able to kick my ass when this is all over!  Slayer!"  Afraid she wouldn't suck on his wrist, he tilted her head back and squeezed some of his blood into her mouth.  Like feeding the birds, not that Dru ever did feed the birds.  She never could understand why they died all the time on her. 

Her mouth started moving and her tiny tongue darted out and licked up a drop of blood that had fallen on her mouth.  He sat there transfixed by that tongue for some reason.  Shaking himself, he tilted her head back upwards and put his wrist again against her mouth.  This time she started sucking on it and he could see her throat working while swallowing his vampire blood.  Wish I could get her to suck on something else with those throat muscles.  Where in the heck are these thoughts coming from he wondered?  Shaking his head clear of troubled images, he concentrated on holding up the slayers head, his fingers absently massaging her neck as he did so. 

C'mon slayer, drink up and then wake up.  We got to get out of here.   Don't fancy Angelus strolling out here and finding us like this.  No telling what he would do then. 

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She felt her throat working and then realized that she was actually drinking something that felt warm and thick as she sucked it from someone's…. wrist??  Opening her eyes she stared right into a set of extremely blue eyes, which were staring right back at her.  She felt mesmerized for a moment and then realized what she was actually doing.  Staring at Spike.  Blinking a couple times, she tried to clear the fog that had settled over her brain.  Finally shaking her head, she detached her mouth from his wrist.

"Ughhh!  What are you doing?"  Trying to scramble backwards and just bumping into the wall she settled for pushing his arm away from her mouth as he tried to hold it there.  Realizing what was happening, she tried to jump up so she could attack but only managed to stand up for a second till her injured ankle again gave away and she landed back on  her butt.

Ok – this is so not going well. 

"Ouch and oh – damn it Spike! – What are you doing here?  And – what WERE you doing?" 

"Trying to save your ungrateful ass Slayer!"  Spike smirked as he sat back on his heels and stared at her sprawled across the ground. 

"Trying to save ME!  Last thing I remember was your fangs going in my neck!"  Looking dumbfounded, her fingers unconsciously went over to the bite marks on her neck. 

"Oh my God!  Your trying to turn me!  That's why I was drinking your blood.  Ughhh!"  Was he totally insane?  Turning a Slayer?

"Like I would EVER want to turn you!  I can't even stand the sight of you now, why would I want to stand the sight of you every day for the rest of eternity?" he shouted back at her.  "Because of YOU, Angelus has Dru and rubs it in my face every chance he gets, which I mean to tell you is quite a lot since because of YOU, I can't even walk!"

Standing up, he angrily searched for a fag and lit it before he said even crueler things like what Angelus had told them about losing his soul.   He had gone into great details about her lack of experience and how lousy she was in satisfying a man. 

Not that he cared about hurting her but right now he needed for them both to get out of there.  

"Well, it looks like you can walk a heck of a lot better than I can at the moment!"  She was still digesting the part of Angelus and Dru.  Her Angel was with Dru?  It isn't really him she tried to tell herself.  But it still hurt hearing it confirmed. 

Trying to get some purchase on the wall behind her, she scrabbled up into a semi standing position.  She did notice that she needed to breathe and her heart still seemed to be beating.  Maybe he didn't realize he hadn't drained her enough to turn her.  Yeah right, he's a  Master Vampire, of course he would know when her heart would stop! 

Then - Why then am I alive? 

TBC: 

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