Reality Sucks

Chapter 5   Changes

Author:  Crunchberry   

A/N:

– all grammatical mistakes are mine and Spikes.  He luckily was an English major That's why I told him he could help me out but he keeps trying to lick my neck when he is overlooks my shoulder while proofreading….   See – that is why my grammar might not be up to par– could YOU write if you had him licking your neck?? 

Disclaimers – Unfortunately I do not own Spike nor he owns me.  He does however own a stolen motor cycle, a burnt out crypt, a KY jelly covered duster and lots of peroxide.  I own this computer and a huge house payment which is not helped out at all by my taking time to write fiction based upon Joss's characters.  For which my husband tells me constantly – get a job!  Oh – have one of those.  Doesn't pay well either! 

Tara closed the door and looked for Xander.  He was standing out on the sidewalk just rocking back and forth on his heels, hands shoved in his pockets and he was staring unblinking at the mailbox like it was the most interesting object in the universe. 

Coming up to him, she took his arm.  "Earth to Xander!  Anyone home right now?" she said smiling up at him.  "C'mon, its time to go help Willow".

He jumped.  "You startled me – sorry was just thinking about things."  He didn't want to tell her that his thoughts kept going back and forth between running away from Buffy and how he ran away from Anya too.  

 "So,  uh Tara…   what's with getting dead boy in there?  You know, best-case scenario is that Buffy will stake him and put him out of his miserable excuse for an un-life.  Save us all the grief he puts us through on a weekly basis.  He is not going to be much help".

Tara looked at him and just shook her head.

He absolutely refused to see what good Spike did and had conveniently forgotten all about last summer when Spike fought along side with them.  Spike didn't have to stay.  Sure he made a promise to protect Dawn but who in their right mind would think a vampire would keep a promise like that?  Vampires are evil, dishonest, heartless, cruel bloodsucking demons.  At least that is what all the watcher diaries say and the vast quantities of literature anyone can find on the subject.

Well, knowing Spike, that theory has been flushed right down the proverbial toilet.  Yes he could be dishonest but he could also be the most truthful of any of them.  Why can't Xander see any of that, Tara wondered.  Hell, why can't any of the Scoobies see that other than Dawn and herself?

"Xander, I know you don't really mean that.  Buffy relies on Spike, trusts him even and, well Dawn adores him. And I really think Spike adores Dawn.  Plus WE need him right now.  My magic isn't strong enough for what we need."

"Oh let me just throw up for a minute Tara.  Spike only likes Dawn cause he thinks it will get him closer to Buffy.  The only reason Dawn supposedly adores Spike is because she is sixteen and thinks leather and cigarettes are cool."  His excuse even sounded lame to his ears.  Oh give it up  he thought.  The Summers women all had a blind spot with that peroxide pest of a vampire and it looked like it overlapped with Tara too.

"Lets just forget about this and get over and help Willow at the Magic Box.  I hope she has enough of the demon's poison left or we will have even more of a problem."  Tara didn't feel like fighting with Xander, she was more concerned that Willow was alone and the faster they could get this over with the better.

"OK, I can always dream that in her "I am Sybil but not half as crowded" state of mind that she lets him take a shower with holy water….."    Suddenly Taras elbow hit him in the ribs.

 "OUCH!.. I was just kidding!  What is it with that guy that has the female contingent of the Scoobies always defending him?  Everyone conveniently forgets what he was just two years ago!"

"We aren't forgetting Xander, but we also see how much he loves Buffy and that he would never hurt her.  Now where is your car? "  Tara looked up and down the street searching for the vehicle he called an automobile.

"Yeah, but what about the rest of us?  If that chip ever came out,  we would be first in line on his drinking menu."

"One  TaraTini, WillowColada and  Xander Hi-ball – shaken not stirred, coming up.   I don't think he would make a drink out of Giles, do you?  He always seemed to fancy the younger ones when he was thirsty."

"Xander, stop it!"  Laughingly, she hit him on the arm.  "Even though a WillowColada does sound good right now!"

Xander looked at her with both raised eyebrows.  "Can I watch?"

 "Oh, I didn't mean it that way!"  She started to walk away from him blushing furiously.

"My car is over this way" pointing in the opposite direction from where she started walking.  He came up and nudged her so she was going the right way.

"Parked it at the cemetery when I went to get dead boy for you.  Hopefully its still there.  For some reason he didn't want to walk in the glorious solar rays, afraid a tan might ruin his complexion or something.  Made me walk in the sewers all the way here. I think he enjoys making me miserable.  So if you don't mind, I really would rather walk above ground to go get it."

They started walking over to the cemetery where Spikes crypt was located.  Dusk was approaching and Tara found herself getting closer to Xander.  She really didn't like cemeteries even in the daylight and just hoped they would get to the car before it got any darker.

They got to the wrought iron fencing that surrounded the grounds.  As they entered, clouds covered what was left of the suns rays and it became quite gloomy.  Tara felt herself shiver.

 She thought of Buffy every night patrolling the numerous cemeteries in Sunnydale looking for dead people to rise out of freshly dug graves.    No wonder she seldom smiled.  It wasn't much of an existence for her.  Working at the Double Meat Palace and then patrolling, night after night, if Spike gave her some comfort, who were they to deny it to her? 

 Tara spotted Xanders' car up ahead just as Xander pointed it out.

"There it is.  The Xander mobile ready and waiting."   The slightly battered and semi rusted 1994 red Mustang looked like a safe sanctuary after their stroll thru the ominous graveyard.  As Xander had said, it was either a nice apartment for Anya or a nice car for him, and since when did a guy ever win that type of argument?

Xander gallantly opened the door for Tara with a bow and walked around and got into the drivers side.  He saw Spikes crypt up ahead and his dark thoughts from before came back to haunt him.  He was very uneasy about Spike for some reason tonight.  He couldn't put his finger on it but something just seemed a bit off.  Oh, it was probably his imagination.  He liked to give the peroxide guy a hard time but he did have his uses.  Not many, but some.  I just hope he is able not to screw things up like he usually does.

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Inside the Summers kitchen, it looked like a hurricane had blown through.  Broken glass on the floor and counter tops, pictures and shelves hanging crooked on the walls and an eerie silence that permeated the space made it seem like it was situated right in the eye of the hurricane.  The quiet part between the storm fronts, where time stands still before the raging forces come to the fore again to battle with the elements.

Down on the floor, pinned between the island and the refrigerator were the two people that caused this destruction.  They were still as statues, since the raging part of the storm had passed by for the moment.

Buffy had Spike pinned to the floor in between her legs.  She wasn't attacking him anymore and seemed to just sit there while staring at him, a faraway look in her eyes.  He seemed to have her under thrall but he was also fighting his own demon.  With her pelvis pressed tight against his groin, it just aggravated his arousal even more and then his demon seemed to grow even stronger with its desires. Buffy picking up the hardness she was pressed agains, started grinding down on him unconsciously, the scent of her arousal started to surround him and he knew he had to do something fast or totally lose control of the situation.

"Get up Slayer!  This is bloody uncomfortable down here."  Spike bucked his hips upwards to jar her away from what she was doing to him.

She slowly rose with the blank expression still on her face.  Inside her mind, she kept thinking, something isn't right, I am supposed to be doing something but I can't remember what.  It was like her mind was a book but the words were all unfocused.  The only thing that was clear was the sound of his voice and the intense blue of his eyes that kept staring right through her it seemed. 

Spike rose slowly with some apprehension.  He didn't know how long the thrall would hold or how strong a hold he had on her.  He wished the antidote could be made up within an hour instead of a day or two.  There was no way he thought he could keep her in a thrall for that long.  Also the thought of her under his control brought strange emotions to the surface. The idea of her submissive to him gave him all sorts of decadent ideas.  He was actually living his fantasies that he had had of her back before the chip, back before he realized he was in love with her.  A master vampire in control of a slayer.  Willing to be his slave if he so desired…  God, where are these thoughts coming from he wondered?

He realized his other problem was his demon that kept trying to gain control.  That's where these thoughts were coming from, stroking his ego, stroking his manhood in more ways than one.  Just a nip it kept coaxing, look at her, she wants it as badly as you do.

 Her neck looked so enticing, hell it always looked enticing.  He just wanted to nuzzle it and smell her unique scent.  Before he knew it, his face was lowering to her neck and he had his right hand holding her head gently, his fingers entwined in her hair.  God, he couldn't help himself, his tongue came darting out and traced the column of her throat.  Her blood was singing in his ears, the pulse of it danced on his already frayed nerves.  Tracing his tongue up and down and over her earlobe, Buffy leaned in further to his embrace.  Her saltiness on his tongue was almost his undoing.  He missed holding her and his hands started rubbing her body, gently moving under her shirt.  He tenderly cupped her breast and rubbed against her.  Her hands clutched at his shoulders. 

Her unbridled moan was like ambrosia to his senses.

 His demon came to the fore unbidden just like a fledgling.  Purring softly to keep her calm, he gently sunk just the tip of one of his fangs into her jugular.  Just a taste he thought, that was all.  His left hand gently kneaded her lower back and pressed her more firmly into his embrace.  As his fang sunk into the rich depths of her blood he knew he had definitely gone to his idea of heaven.  Without conscious thought, his other incisor slipped in and he started suckling like a newborn babe.  Her blood was unlike the other slayers blood he had tasted, hers was like nectar to the gods themselves.  He never wanted for the feeling to end, the richness flowing down his throat and the power it seemed to infuse his body with.   His demon was almost howling with triumph while the essence that was Spike was succumbing to the beast and to the heady mixture of her blood.  Lust permeated throughout his body, unbelievable heat that he had never even dreamed of flowed in his veins.  Now he wanted his body inside of her, not just his fangs.  His purr turned into a growl of passion as he moved to claim her, mark her as his.

Buffy had never felt anything like this.  A small part of her mind was trying to make itself known that something was definitely wrong.  The part that was in control of her mind kept insisting that she was where she belonged, in the embrace of her destined companion, lover and master.  That she should submit to this claiming.  When Spike nuzzled her neck, it had felt so right and when he had purred she totally capitulated to his desires as well as hers.  She wanted to submit totally to him, give her life if needed, anything to make him happy.  The feeling of his teeth in neck, sucking gently brought her over the edge, a mini orgasm that seemed to go on and on as he continued sucking.  She didn't want this to end, wanted more.  Her body and her mind wanted him to totally claim her.

These thoughts swirled around and around in her head.  God, she had never wanted anyone more in her life, if he didn't take her now, she thought she would die.  She was throbbing in need and couldn't press herself any closer to him. 

"Please, god… please  Spike…..   I need.."  she moaned and pressed herself as close as she could to him.  Her hands started ripping his shirt off of him.  Buttons went flying around the kitchen, clattering on the counter.  She reached for his belt buckle with one hand and with the other roamed over his lower stomach muscles.  With each touch, they contracted; her fingers grazing the skin at the top of his jeans.  Her fingers delved under the waist band and his growl sounded even deeper in his throat.  The sucking on her neck was driving her body over and over the edge, but she needed more.

Reading her mind thru the connection of the thrall, he more than wanted to grant her wishes.  Picking her up, he quickly carried her up to her bedroom.  Laying her down on her bed, he stared at her in wonder. He was going to claim her tonight and nobody would interfere.  She wanted it just as badly as he did.   Laying on top of her, he went back to nuzzling her neck, purring softly as his incisors sank back into her flesh.

His hands coming up under her shirt to fondle her breasts as her hands clutched his chest in desperation and need.  Clothes were definitely in the way and she wanted him inside of her at the same time as he was sucking on her.  The sensations were driving her wild.  She had no idea it could be this pleasurable.  She never wanted him to stop, not even realizing as she thought this that if he didn't , she would die.  Only raw animalistic feeling was between them now.  Spike started tearing her pants down her legs, not caring if he ripped them in two, just the knowledge that he had to be inside of her heat as soon as possible. 

Neither of them realized that the demon part of him had both of them under thrall and the more blood he drank, the stronger the demon became.