BTVS

Title:  Chains of Darkness

Chapter Three:  Bound to a Vampire

Rating ––.  This chapter is still rated PG13 but the entire story is definitely on its way to a higher rating….  sorry kiddies.  But Spike and Angelus just can't help themselves – they are evil after all. 

Summary – Set at end of Season 2 – Spike is wheelchair bound, Angelus has returned.  In an abandoned 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.   I am a B/S shipper BUT I really love evil chip less Spike instead of mushy klutzy Spike – so wanted to play a bit….   Def will be going AU from the series.  But not too AU.

Disclaimer – don't own anything except this computer and a house. No crypts, mansions, libraries or sexy vamps.  Damn! 

Previously:  Spike finds a very injured Buffy in an alleyway and decides to take advantage of the situation.  As he sinks his fangs into her neck he realizes what type of demon got to the slayer and that he is now screwed by drinking her blood and getting the poison into him as well. 

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Shaking slightly, Buffy again tried to stand up against the wall.   Licking her lips unconsciously she tasted Spikes blood and swallowed the last drops.  She closed her eyes briefly enjoying the sensation that coursed through her veins.  It made her tingle all over.  She felt like every nerve was alive, every hair on her body could feel the difference in air currents, she was able to smell things that she was never able to before.   Even the pain from the gashes was fading.  Between her slayers healing ability and the vampire blood, her system was recuperating at a remarkable pace. 

Her ankle however was still a problem.  She needed help getting back home.  Opening her eyes, she saw a stunned vampire in front of her. 

"Whats your problem now Spike?"  "Since your not killing me - for some evil purpose I am sure, would you mind helping me get home?"  She tried hopping a bit to get her balance.

Shaking himself – Spike only nodded.  Seeing her lick her lips of his blood and swallow it made him feel things that no vampire should ever feel around a slayer.   Must be the slayers blood in me.  It is an aphrodisiac, just never thought it would focus those feelings on HER! 

He reached out a hand to her and she took it.  Stumbling off the pallets and into his arms was not what he expected but the feeling of her arms suddenly around his neck for support felt surprisingly good.   Must be missing Dru's touch is all, any bloke in my situation would like a birds arms around them pressed tightly.

"Get your arms off of me Spike!"  She tried to right herself but he held fast so she wouldn't fall back down.

"Looks like its YOUR arms around me pet, guess you just can't seem to keep your hands off of vampires can you?"

"Oh, you're such a PIG Spike!" Buffy yelled back.

"Would you keep it down Slayer!  Like I want to have you in my arms!  Angelus and Dru are not 200 feet away from us and I don't fancy having a tea party with them right now.  Your ankle won't support you –You use the chair and I'll lean on it for support.  We can get my car and I'll drop you off at your place and hopefully nobody will be the wiser."

Grudgingly she knew he had a good plan.  She couldn't walk home and they did have to get out of there.  Though she still wondered why he was helping her.  Letting him put his arm around her waist for support she hopped over to the wheelchair.

After she settled into his wheel chair, the irony of the situation didn't pass his notice.  Pushing the chair over to the underground storage area where he kept the DeSoto, he realized that his legs were almost completely back to normal. 

He pulled the chair up to the car and opened the door.  She just looked at him like he had grown two heads.

"What now slayer?"  He reached out his hand to help her up.  Instead she just glared at him and tried rising herself but the chair moved while she was doing it and he had to grab her to keep her from falling.

"Didna put the brakes on yet luv.  Give me a sec'."  He said while trying to hold her steady.

"Get your hands off of me!" 

"Fine slayer – you just can't handle yourself around me can you?"  He smirked at her rising blush.  God she was easy to get a rise out of.  Raising his hands in mock surrender he stepped back and let the bitch do it her way.

Hopping on one foot, she managed to get into the car and slammed the door with out his help.

"Fine – suit yourself.  Bitch."  Sauntering around the car with a whistle he thought it was great to be able to walk again.

Making sure to light another fag up, he turned the radio on loud and careened out of the garage. 

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The ride back to her house was nerve racking.  She didn't know what to make of Spikes actions this night.

He just sat there humming along to some god-awful song, smoking and making sure he blew the smoke her way.  Glaring at him and waving her hand to dissipate the smoke just seemed to make him smirk more at her.  He had to be the most annoying vampire she had ever met. 

Pulling up to the front of her house, he turned off the car and looked her up and down in a very knowing way.  She felt herself blushing again. 

"Well it looks like you get another chance at having your hands all over me again, since I have to help you up the stairs at least.   Don't fancy you falling down and killing yourself by broken neck after all I have given up tonight."

"Whatever Spike – I am tired and I just want to go to bed."

"Really slayer – I hardly know you!  My virtue you know has a price!"

"Oh Spike – shut up!"  Opening the heavy door, she was very glad to have this night almost over. 

At the door, she turned the key into the lock and then watched Spike saunter down to the Desoto.

"Bye slayer, see you later for sure!"  Shaking out another smoke, he went and leaned on his car to watch her enter her house.  The next few days should be very interesting if what I expect is true he thought.

"Not if I can help it " she said under her breath.  Hopping into the foyer, she closed the door behind her and with it the sight of the blonde vampire looking at her with almost a territorial expression.

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Driving off in his DeSoto, Spike mulled his options.  His legs were definitely healed but he was not up to his former strength by any means.   Wonder when I can sink my teeth back into her neck?  Thinking of which, he knew that fact had to be kept from Angelus at any cost.  If the poof ever found out he marked his mate first, no matter who's blood was in his veins, he was dust. 

Now to do a bit of research.   I only remember a bit of the demon legend but what I do remember will make it that more interesting being it the slayer it infected.  Don't know how it will effect me in the long run either. 

But if the myths are true, the slayer will be at my beck and call before long.  Sunnydale and Dru will be mine and if Angelus behaves, I might let him stick around for a while just to torture him with the knowledge that the Slayer belongs to me now!   

 Humming along with his Ramones tape,  thinking of his grand schemes,  he parked the car back into its place and entered the factory never realizing that  another pair of eyes was watching him from the shadows.

Angelus turned around and silently crept back into factory on the other side and the room that he shared with Drusilla.  Crawling into bed next to her she turned around and mumbled something about Spike feeding the birds and went back to sleep. 

So my childe wishes to play games does he?  Well, he has no idea the rules we play by are mine, not his.  Looks like he might need another lesson in obedience.  Smiling into the darkness, Angelus grabbed Drusilla around the waist and held her close. 

TBC:

Oooh, evil Angelus, Crazy Dru, Mostly evil Spike,   where can this all lead.  No where good – that's for sure.

Same bat time, same bat channel.    (showing my age aren't I?)