A Slayer Lost (3/11: Second Death)
Angelus angelus1317@hotmail.com
See first chapter for disclaimer, etc.
~*~
She's in the bathtub. With Spike.
It's quite alot to take in; the fact that she will be doing this forever. Being with him. It doesn't seem possible. Buffy closes her eyes and tries to concentrate on feeling Spike's blood flowing through her veins. She can't feel it.
"What are you thinking about, princess?" he asks from across her. He smiles fondly as he looks at her. Her hair is piled up on top of her head, a few damp tendrils clinging to her shapely porcelain neck, marred by the tiny twin puncture wounds; his mark. He owns her now. Her tiny feet rest against his shoulders, as he alternately kisses and massages them. She smiles at him, and it's brighter than he's ever seen.
"You," she admits. "This. Doing this."
"What about it?" he questions, letting his tongue flick out to trace a path up the center of her foot, smirking when she shudders.
"About how good it's gonna feel to do this every day."
"Right there with you, luv, he assures her. Their's a moment of blissful silence, then she speaks the inevitable:
"So what happens next? What happens when they come looking for me?"
"That's the hard part, luv - they'll want a funeral; a burial."
"No," she insists vehemently. Not again - never."
"Then what do we tell them?"
"How about nothing? We could just run."
"No. Don't do that - they need closure. Let them have that at least."
"Fine. So...what, vamp attack? Tell them they drained the body and dumped it somewhere?"
"They'd know any self-respecting vampire wouldn't do that; they'd show you off before killing you, or even turning you."
"So say that they turned me and I begged you to kill me."
"You sure you want to do that?"
"Positive."
"A moment of silence passes. Buffy bends down to place a gentle kiss on the top of Spike's head as he continues to play with her nipple between his teeth.
"What will happen to my..." She swallows, and he can feel the mouthful of saliva go all the way down. "...*body*, then?" She says this with a touch of apprehension, as could be expected.
"I suppose I'll keep it here," he answers. "You needn't worry about it being safe that way. And I like the idea of my face being the first thing you see. Someone's gotta show you the ropes; granted, my sire was a bit off in the head, so I never got a right proper teaching, but I figure I can manage with you." Another beat of silence and he stands, pulling her with him.
"Come now, kitten - let's get you out of this tub 'fore you turn into a prune. She smiles up at him.
"Another advantage to being a creature of the night?" she asks. A bright smile lights up his face.
"Exactly," he answers, giving her a kiss on the tip of her nose. He wraps her up in a large, fluffy white towel and wraps another around his waist, then leads her back into the main living quarters. The sun's already down; he can feel it. So he pulls open the curtains that usually cover a small window near the stone ceiling. Moonlight pours into the room, mingling with the softer golden glow of the candles spread liberally around the room.
"It's time," he murmurs. She takes his hand, using her sharp little nail to make a slit across his palm, noticing that the wound from last night has almost completely healed.
"I'm supposed to go first," he informs her, a touch of amusement in his voice. She shrugs.
"Screw tradition."
It's different tonight; more familiar. She can almost imagine doing this every night. He tastes sweeter. And this time, she knows when to stop. She pulls back, licking her lips, then laves the cut with her tongue until it stops bleeding.
"*Now* it's your turn," she says, and he smiles before bending his mouth down to her neck. His face changes, out of her line of sight, and his teeth find the indentations from last night. He's not the first vampire to mark her, he knows - but he's the first to do it two nights in a row. He can taste the faintest hint of Dracula, Angel, and the Master; he doubts it will ever go away. But he can accept that, knowing that soon - so soon - she will be his. Forever
After he stops sucking, they collapse once again back onto the bed, his fangs still buried in her neck, the damp towels still wrapped around them both.
Angelus angelus1317@hotmail.com
See first chapter for disclaimer, etc.
~*~
She's in the bathtub. With Spike.
It's quite alot to take in; the fact that she will be doing this forever. Being with him. It doesn't seem possible. Buffy closes her eyes and tries to concentrate on feeling Spike's blood flowing through her veins. She can't feel it.
"What are you thinking about, princess?" he asks from across her. He smiles fondly as he looks at her. Her hair is piled up on top of her head, a few damp tendrils clinging to her shapely porcelain neck, marred by the tiny twin puncture wounds; his mark. He owns her now. Her tiny feet rest against his shoulders, as he alternately kisses and massages them. She smiles at him, and it's brighter than he's ever seen.
"You," she admits. "This. Doing this."
"What about it?" he questions, letting his tongue flick out to trace a path up the center of her foot, smirking when she shudders.
"About how good it's gonna feel to do this every day."
"Right there with you, luv, he assures her. Their's a moment of blissful silence, then she speaks the inevitable:
"So what happens next? What happens when they come looking for me?"
"That's the hard part, luv - they'll want a funeral; a burial."
"No," she insists vehemently. Not again - never."
"Then what do we tell them?"
"How about nothing? We could just run."
"No. Don't do that - they need closure. Let them have that at least."
"Fine. So...what, vamp attack? Tell them they drained the body and dumped it somewhere?"
"They'd know any self-respecting vampire wouldn't do that; they'd show you off before killing you, or even turning you."
"So say that they turned me and I begged you to kill me."
"You sure you want to do that?"
"Positive."
"A moment of silence passes. Buffy bends down to place a gentle kiss on the top of Spike's head as he continues to play with her nipple between his teeth.
"What will happen to my..." She swallows, and he can feel the mouthful of saliva go all the way down. "...*body*, then?" She says this with a touch of apprehension, as could be expected.
"I suppose I'll keep it here," he answers. "You needn't worry about it being safe that way. And I like the idea of my face being the first thing you see. Someone's gotta show you the ropes; granted, my sire was a bit off in the head, so I never got a right proper teaching, but I figure I can manage with you." Another beat of silence and he stands, pulling her with him.
"Come now, kitten - let's get you out of this tub 'fore you turn into a prune. She smiles up at him.
"Another advantage to being a creature of the night?" she asks. A bright smile lights up his face.
"Exactly," he answers, giving her a kiss on the tip of her nose. He wraps her up in a large, fluffy white towel and wraps another around his waist, then leads her back into the main living quarters. The sun's already down; he can feel it. So he pulls open the curtains that usually cover a small window near the stone ceiling. Moonlight pours into the room, mingling with the softer golden glow of the candles spread liberally around the room.
"It's time," he murmurs. She takes his hand, using her sharp little nail to make a slit across his palm, noticing that the wound from last night has almost completely healed.
"I'm supposed to go first," he informs her, a touch of amusement in his voice. She shrugs.
"Screw tradition."
It's different tonight; more familiar. She can almost imagine doing this every night. He tastes sweeter. And this time, she knows when to stop. She pulls back, licking her lips, then laves the cut with her tongue until it stops bleeding.
"*Now* it's your turn," she says, and he smiles before bending his mouth down to her neck. His face changes, out of her line of sight, and his teeth find the indentations from last night. He's not the first vampire to mark her, he knows - but he's the first to do it two nights in a row. He can taste the faintest hint of Dracula, Angel, and the Master; he doubts it will ever go away. But he can accept that, knowing that soon - so soon - she will be his. Forever
After he stops sucking, they collapse once again back onto the bed, his fangs still buried in her neck, the damp towels still wrapped around them both.
