Author: Crunchberry – who absolutely adores feedback of almost any type. Sending chocolate is especially nice. If you want this story to continue, feedback is the only way that I can keep Angelus occupied so Spike can snare the slayer for his evil plans – which of course never go as intended….
Disclaimer: As Angelus rubs my shoulders and whispers his promises of torture if I don't finish this soon – I am forced to acknowledge that I do not own him, his playmate Dru or his leather pants. I get no monetary incentive from borrowing him, just pleasures of the flesh….Oh, his version of pleasure and mine might differ occasionally.
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Buffy pushed the school library doors open. Giles was nowhere to be seen so she flopped down on a chair to wait. Looking at her nails, she heard a shuffle from behind the bookshelves up on the mezzanine.
"Giles?, is that you?"
"No sweetheart, guess again." Spike poked his head around the bookshelf and raised an eyebrow at her. Sauntering over with a book under his arm, he walked down the steps and came up to her.
"Cat got your tongue pet?"
Buffy sat there just shaking her head and with her mouth wide open for a second.
"What are YOU doing here Spike?"
"Readin' books, what does it look like?"
"You READ?…. and wait a second, why of all places would you want to read here? Hello – Watcher on premises. You are aware of that aren't you?"
"Yeah I do, convenient, no he's not and… yes I am well aware of that fact sweetness." Going over to her, he couldn't resist putting his free hand thru her glorious locks of hair. The second his hand touched her hair, she jumped back.
Pushing her chair back frantically to get out of his reach, Buffy managed to knock over the chair and almost fall in the process. Looking at him she wondered why in the hell Spike would be here of all places and also why she wasn't grabbing for her stake.
"Scared of me luv?" Getting even closer to her, he smirked down at her flushed face.
Daringly, he traced his fingers over her collarbone very lightly and then pulling his hand slightly back, he made sure to brush the top of her breast.
A deep intake of breath showed Spike how much he was affecting her. At least she isn't trying to stake me yet.
Despite her self, she stood transfixed before him. She had to do or say something though before she let him do something even more daring. "Never scared of you Spike!"
"Yeah pet, don't think you are yet. Give me a couple days though and we'll get a chance to dance proper like, something I think now that we'll both enjoy." At least we will if the information he was reading in the Third World Encyclopedia of Mythical Creatures was correct. God she looked good and he was dying to taste her blood again but now thoughts of poundin' into her was also starting to swim around in his mind. Shaggin' the slayer and drinking at the same time, talking about the greatest dream he had ever thought of.
Tracing her collarbone one last time, he nicked his lip against an elongated tooth, just enough to bleed.
Gasping, Buffy couldn't keep her eyes from the pinpoint of his blood on his lip. She licked her lips and unconsciously moved forward, almost against her will. Another foot and she would be flush up against him.
"Thought so luv. Just can't resist me can ya now?"
"I don't know what your talking about Spike" but she couldn't take eyes away from his lips and she didn't move back either.
"No. You probably don't, but I fear your watcher is due any time now so though I would love to have a tangle with you right here, your going to have to be patient." Walking backwards away from her, he smirked watching her rapt attention on his blood stained lip. OH this is just too glorious for words.
A couple minutes later, Giles found her standing in the same place by the table with a glazed look in her eyes. Walking up to her, he waved his hand in front of her face.
"Buffy!"
"Oh, Giles, sorry, I was contemplating something."
"You? I am impressed Buffy, that was a four syllable word you just used!" Smiling, he turned away to walk over to his office.
"What's up Buffy? Anything go wrong with patrol last night?"
"Umm, no, not really wrong. Though I do have to tell you that I ran into a demon last night."
"Oh, did you recognize what type it was? I try to catalog all the different types we find here."
"Well, it was dark, and I kind of fell so I really didn't get a good look at it. Even when it left, I was kind of busy keeping myself from bleeding to death."
"Buffy! You were injured? Why didn't you tell me immediately?
Where are you hurt?" Giles immediately strolled over to her, concern evident on his face.
"Its ok Giles – it hurt a lot worse than it actually was. I am fine now. See.."- Lifting her shirt up her midrift, he saw three faint scratches.
"Now Buffy, you know I don't like it when you embellish your stories. These look like they are weeks old, are you sure you got hurt last night?"
"Yes Giles, plus I got staked clear thru on my ankle on top of spraining it. I don't know why I healed so fast. Guess my slayer healing abilities are better than I thought." Glancing nervously away from his piercing look he was giving her, she absently picked dust from her sweater to avoid giving anything else away.
For some reason she was reluctant to tell him about her encounter with Spike. And that was just last nights encounter, forget about telling him that two minutes ago she was thinking of licking his lips and then maybe even kissing him.
"Well, what CAN you tell me about the demon? Try to be specific please."
Setting the chair upright and glad that Giles hadn't noticed that, she sat back down and recounted her story, leaving out the ending part for now.
"The first thing I noticed was the smell, no wait, before that I heard it, kind of like a very annoying scratchy whistling sound. It was coming from an alley behind that deserted foundry in the industrial park downtown. I figured it was a cat then realized that whatever it was, it was following me. Then I tripped over some boxes, and my ankle gave totally out. That's when I noticed the stench – it was awful! Even worse than when you cook those bangers and mash your so fond of!"
"Bangers and mash do not smell that bad – it's the spices in the sausage that give it that unique aroma!"
"Yeah, and you think that the Old Spice you wear is all the rage too." Rolling her eyes at him for his fondness in keeping to his British traditions even though he was stuck here in California always amused her.
"Anyway, before I could get my foot free, it slashed at me a couple times and then I kind of passed out.. The creature left while I was out of it and I managed to make it home. Woke up today with my foot fixed and just scratches to show for it." Buffy couldn't look at his face while she concluded the story, she was not the best at lying and didn't want to alert him that there was more to this story than she was telling.
By this time, Giles had taken off his glasses and was cleaning them with a thoughtful look on his face. "Let me look at your stomach again."
Taking a closer look at the faint marks, his brow wrinkled in concentration. Straightening up, he strolled over to the books on demons that he hid in between the chemistry books and classical poetry.
"From your description of the smell and sound, I would swear that it was a Egarotes demon except for the fact that your standing here alive telling me about this" "Hmmm - its got to be here somewhere. Wonder if Willow borrowed it." Searching fruitlessly, he finally decided to take Willow to task for borrowing books without letting him know.
Walking back down to his charge, he noticed her staring at nothing again, an odd look upon her face.
"The book I need, I think Willow must of borrowed it. I'll give her a call and get back to you. Are you sure your feeling ok Buffy? Did you feel sick or anything afterwards? I don't remember if there is a cure or if slayers have a natural immunity to the poison, so I think it must be some other type of demon." At least I hope it is. "I will look in some of my other manuscripts and books for the demon you described."
"OK, thanks Giles. I would love to stick around looking at old books with you but I got to get to Mrs. Snickets class. She just loves to have us dissect stuff. First it was earthworms, then last week frogs, now she is making us boil cat bones and put them together. She SAYS she got the carcasses from the APL but I think she probably killed them herself just so she would have something new to gross us out with!" Wrinkling her nose in mock disgust like she had never seen anything worse than frog guts, she strolled out of the library with a backhand wave at Giles.
After leaving the library, she breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God he didn't interrogate me further. How do I tell my watcher that ANOTHER vampire seems to be fixated on me?
Looking around for Willow while she got her books out of her locker, she hoped she was already in class putting the cat's bones together. Maybe she will have it finished before I get there. No wait, Cordelia and Xander are in our group too, that means twice as much work undoing what they do!
At least its going to take my mind off of Spike for awhile…and I thought I had my hands full with Angelus around!
TBC –Next chapter just needs proofread so it will be up next. IF I get some reviews…. Evil cackling over here…. Also – the more reviews, the more Spike and Buffy will get naked….
Crunch J
