Right I have never written a Buffy story before and I haven't read many, so
if this storyline is familiar to someone else's, its pure coincidence and
I'm sorry
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Buffy [and those of Angel who appear later on in this story] the mighty Joss Whedon does. Plus I don't own any of the song lyrics used throughout this story.
Rated: R for swearing and sexual content. M/F
Summary: Set early Season 6 of Buffy and early season 3 Angel (but in no way connected to later events of both the series) A new woman comes to Sunnydale and reluctantly helps the Scooby's out, Spike can't help but feel a connection with her....
Genre: Angst
Feedback: Please review, good or bad, tell me. Email me at musictosellyoursoulfor@yahoo.co.uk
Chapter Four - Your Flesh Is So Nice
"I'm bored, I'm bored, so bloody bored" He said to her as she served him other drink
"Go patrolling" she whispered, she didn't want him to leave, she liked watching him but if all he was going to do was complain to her about his boredom it wasn't going to be much fun.
"Buffy's doing that with Willow and Xander, they don't need me, cause I'm not a precious Scooby" He was drunk, up until now Louise had no idea vampires called get drunk.
"Join the club" She muttered wiping the bar top down. There was a new band playing that night at the Bronze, they were pretty good, Louise conceded watching them. They played a lot of covers but that was cool at least you knew them.
[This is Homesick by The Vines, I don't own the rights to this song! But I wish I did]
"I left my home / I left my home, yeah yeah / Where I should go / Where I should go, yeah, yeah.
Nothing's gonna save you / Nothing's gonna save you out there
Went on my own / Went on my own, yeah, yeah / Without my phone / Without my phone, yeah, yeah.
Nothing's gonna save you / Nothing's gonna save you out there / Nothing's gonna save you / Nothing's gonna save you or give
I can see the leave of golden glisten in the sun / Making time for everyone is what I should have done / Blue and green with eyes between are acting all the same / you and me are never free until we're cast away
But it really doesn't matter couldn't changed it if you tried / Though it really doesn't mater / I'll do it till I get it right
Nothing's gonna save you / Nothing's gonna save you out there / Nothing's gonna save you / Nothing's gonna save you out there"
The singer had a beautiful voice, Louise decided, she recognised the song slightly, a new band, yeah she wasn't into new music much but she liked it and the song petered out with guitars. The lyrics in a way she could relate to them. Spike was sitting bored, staring at her watching the band.
"So you fancy the singer then?" He questioned
"Pardon, what?" He had distracted her from listening to the song
"The singer, you fancy him want to shag him" Spike repeated in his usual crude way
"No, no, no way" Louise repeated, if Spike knew how she felt about him he wouldn't be asking such stupid questions
"Fair enough, its shite anyway, no damn attitude these people" Spike moaned
"Yeah" Louise should had been serving customers but Spike was talking to her, fucking talking to her. "What kinda music do you like then? Classical, opera's?"
"I'm so offended by that!" Spike said outraged
"Sorry" She mumbled going back to her work, she had him, so close, then she went and offended him.
"Hey I was kidding" He called to her, she tuned back and smiled. He had missed that smile in the past two days; it was infectious, though rarely used. Again Buffy had popped in for a chat but nothing more and again he had been left frustrated and upset. But seeing Louise working made him smile somewhat. "The Sex Pistols"
"The Sex Pistols" She repeated, she should had guessed the way he dressed
"You heard of them?" He asked
"Yeah, sure I remember useless things like that, Johnny Rotten, Sid Vicious, Nevermind The Bollocks right?" She remarked
"Yeah right but they aren't useless things to remember pet, its culture the only culture you need, punk" He raised his eyebrow.
"Louise get back to work" Her boss called
"I finish teaching you all you need about life later" Spike declared moving away from the bar.
Louise watched him sit down at a table on his own, for once, oh god for once he hadn't brought her pain but happiness. Oh she was glad she turned up for work.
******
Like he had promised Spike was now telling Louise about punk as they walked the streets of this dear old town. Louise had been amazed he had waited for her after work, so amazed, so pleased.
"So The Ramones they liked tore the joint down, never seen so many people go so fucking crazy" Spike shouted
"Sounds to me all the bands made people go crazy" She commented.
"Mental all of them. The Clash, shit The Clash" Spike began jumping around like a madman to I Fought The Law, air guitar and all.
"I'm surprised you never formed a punk band yourself" Louise stated avoiding Spike bashing into her by dodging his body
"Once thought about siring Rotten, Strummer and Joey Ramone and forming a super group" Spike revealed
"Why didn't you?" She enquired
" I couldn't kill them, no way" He bellowed, god he was rockstar in waiting.
They were having a good time, really were. Spike found it easy to speak to her about his love of punk music, she was opened minded about it. Then he felt her grab his hand and pull him into an alley.
"Lou pet, your great but really I don't like you like that" He remarked, she pushed him against the wall and placed her finger on his lips
"Sssh Spike" She warned as the noises of scuttling feet were heard getting nearer.
What was going on? Spike couldn't tell, he didn't like not being in control so pushed her against the wall instead, placing his hands against the wall to trap her. She looked petrified, she was shaking.
"I'm not going to hurt you, what's going on?" He quizzed
"Kiss me" She demanded wrapping her arms around his neck, he hesitated, she didn't engulfing his mouth with his.
Spike was shocked confused, his mind was a jumble, a real mixture, he couldn't think straight, she deepened her actions massaging their tongues together, shit she was forceful, then she pulled away breathless as the noises of a group of males distanced themselves
Louise wiped her mouth, that was intense, really intense, and good, real good, she was probably in serious trouble for doing that but hey at least she would always have that memory.
"Lou, what in god name's?" He panted, he felt so weird, yet her lips felt good to him, familiar.
"Had to made sure those guys didn't see me" She explained, she was flushed by her actions
"Who are they?" That's right avoid the issues that she just kissed you and you enjoyed it.
"I don't know, I caught a glimpse of them, they scared me, I don't know why. I'm sorry Spike, sorry for kissing you, it was wrong, you don't like me, you love Buffy, sorry but thanks" She was sombre in her voice; he would never want to talk to her again, never. She went to walk of but Spike hadn't moved from his position.
"I want you" He huskily stated pushing his body against her groin.
Jesus, he was grinding his body against her, shit he really wanted her, fuck, she wasn't expecting that. "I want you too" She replied closing her eyes, all too much, so much. He grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the alley. He was ready for her, ready to shag her but not here, not in some alley, Buffy might find them and he still loved Buffy, didn't want her to get the wrong impression, he just wanted Louise so badly. His place? No, too risky. His changed their direction to her place instead.
******
Their journey to her place had been quick; no words said, no actions, just Spike dragging her along. For Louise it felt like a dream, would she really be sleeping with him? Oh god, how bliss that would be. For Spike, it was want, need for a fuck, need to numb his pain of loving Buffy, Louise well he had got the impression that she was easy, that she wanted him to fuck her and that he would. One night stand. That's all he needed to feel good.
She reached for the key of her apartment, opening it up, inviting him in quickly. Closing the door behind himself, fleetingly looking at the mess. No time for small talk, he walked over to where she stood by the kitchen table.
"Show me you bed love" He whispered into her ear. She took his hand this time, he discarded of his precious leather jacket and she of her denim. Opening her bedroom door now, she went to switch the light on, his hand went out to grab her, telling her no, no need for lights. She obeyed his words, the moonlight still shined though her windows, and sat on her bed, on the bed she had been crying about him only hours previously. He joined her taking her hand.
"Don't worry pet, I be gentle" he winked as he pushed her down on her back and began to undo his jeans, no time for foreplay, no time at all. Just sex, just a fuck, all he wanted, all he needed. He began pulling at her skirt, pulling it up then at her panties as he straddled her and began kissing her neck, ok, ok a little foreplay to keep the bint happy.
"Spike" She began to moan at his actions, she placed her hand down his jeans, onto his cold skin, his mould, what she craved "Please, god please"
She was pleading for him to enter her; he had ripped her panties off quickly, oh so moist for him, her smell, her dampness. He pulled his jeans down completely and teased her, rubbing against her thigh, close to her clit, so close but not enough, teasing.
"Please" She groaned securing her arms around the base of he back touching the hem of his t-shirt wanting to see him naked.
"Beg" He growled, it was just going to be a quick fuck, but having her in this position made him feel good, like a real man unlike the whipping boy that chip had made him
"Please please please Spike, please I need you please" She begged, why was he torturing her so much? She could feel him rub against her inner leg, the tip of his penis so close, so close.
"My fucking pleasure" He entered her, so soft, her juices beginning already to mix with his. Harder, he wanted it harder, he did pinning her down as her legs wrapped round his waist
"Don't stop, don't stop, baby" She began to pant, the feel of him inside of her, this was her heaven no doubt about it, her fucking heaven. So good, he was so hard, rigid in her.
He smirked at her, had her where he wanted, he didn't care if she needed him to wait, it was his pleasure not hers. His nails began to dig into her arms, harder, harder, grinding of his hips "You like that, you want more!" he shouted. So rough with her, yet no reaction from the chip, that was weird, surely he was hurting her.
"Spike, Spike, Jesus oh oh oh " Short sharp breaths, he was like a wild animal, like she imagined he would be, and it was good, he had hold of her wrists tightly but she was in too much bliss to feel pain, she could feel the climax of her orgasm build inside of her. Closer with every action by him.
So fucking good, so good, he didn't want to stop with her, he began to imagine she was Buffy, oh Buffy, how good she would be, how she would shout his name. Thoughts of the Slayer drove his need more and more. Pumping, pushing, he looked down her wrists, they were bleeding, he was causing her to bleed, still no reaction from chip, still no mind-destroying headache. He kissed her face but her neck it seemed so appealing, he had to try it, had to, he moved his kisses onto to its right side as she was moaning so much, had never heard that before.
"Change me, please please I want to be like you" She grunted as he slowly kissed her neck and bared his fangs. Both almost there, almost a climax...
//Flashback//
He was laying on some girl, dressed as a real punk, like the rebel he was back in the 1970s, no ponce. No he wasn't laying on her, rather shagging her. Couldn't see her face, it was too blurry for the present day Spike, but same action as now, same grinding. They weren't in a house though, some warehouse somewhere on an old mattress. His fangs had bared themselves and he had bitten down onto her neck, draining her, draining her to an inch of her life. Then he climaxed and had withdrawn both his fangs and penis and looked down at her, handing her his wrist so she could drink and she did.
"Don't worry Louise, all will be fine my pet" he had whispered seeing her face.
//end of flashback//
Spike's mind was reeling, what the hell? He moved away from her neck, he released himself in her, his cold dead seaman in her moist body.
"Spike, god, I love you, I'm in love with you" she yelled in pleasure as she climaxed as well breathless it was so perfect.
Spike withdrew from her and jumped off her as fast as he could. How could this be? He had sired her hadn't her? That's what his memories had just told him, it had been her in that warehouse, yet he didn't remember her and she wasn't a vampire now, yet she looked like she did in his flashback. He did his jeans up not looking at her.
"Spike I love you do you understand?" She pleaded trying to straighten her skirt out,
"Keep the hell away from me!" He shouted running into the living room, how, how, how? Was all he thought, 24 years ago that had happened, never remembered it till now, still couldn't remember what happened afterwards
Louise got up quickly, oh god he had just wanted sex, nothing more but shag. Oh god, she told him she loved him, asked him to change her, how stupid, how damn stupid of her. By the time she made it to her living room he had put his coat on
"Spike, listen, I, I, please don't push me away, that, what we just had was amazing, tell me you felt the same" She beseeched at him.
"I don't know what you are but pretty soon you won't be drawing another breath, Buffy and her pals will sort you out, you're a fucking abomination" He screamed
"What have I done?" She cried trying to touch his arm,
"You must be some demon, can't believe I slept with you twice!" He scorned leaving the apartment, slamming the door.
Louise stood bewildered, scared, upset, no upset wasn't a strong enough word, she wanted to die. Why had he called her an abomination, she wasn't. Wasn't she good enough for him? He seemed to like it, a bit rough but then that was his personality. She looked at her wrists; the blood was drying on her skin but the gashes, and the marks they were healing before her eyes.
"What, what the hell?" She collapsed against the wall, what was happening to her?
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Buffy [and those of Angel who appear later on in this story] the mighty Joss Whedon does. Plus I don't own any of the song lyrics used throughout this story.
Rated: R for swearing and sexual content. M/F
Summary: Set early Season 6 of Buffy and early season 3 Angel (but in no way connected to later events of both the series) A new woman comes to Sunnydale and reluctantly helps the Scooby's out, Spike can't help but feel a connection with her....
Genre: Angst
Feedback: Please review, good or bad, tell me. Email me at musictosellyoursoulfor@yahoo.co.uk
Chapter Four - Your Flesh Is So Nice
"I'm bored, I'm bored, so bloody bored" He said to her as she served him other drink
"Go patrolling" she whispered, she didn't want him to leave, she liked watching him but if all he was going to do was complain to her about his boredom it wasn't going to be much fun.
"Buffy's doing that with Willow and Xander, they don't need me, cause I'm not a precious Scooby" He was drunk, up until now Louise had no idea vampires called get drunk.
"Join the club" She muttered wiping the bar top down. There was a new band playing that night at the Bronze, they were pretty good, Louise conceded watching them. They played a lot of covers but that was cool at least you knew them.
[This is Homesick by The Vines, I don't own the rights to this song! But I wish I did]
"I left my home / I left my home, yeah yeah / Where I should go / Where I should go, yeah, yeah.
Nothing's gonna save you / Nothing's gonna save you out there
Went on my own / Went on my own, yeah, yeah / Without my phone / Without my phone, yeah, yeah.
Nothing's gonna save you / Nothing's gonna save you out there / Nothing's gonna save you / Nothing's gonna save you or give
I can see the leave of golden glisten in the sun / Making time for everyone is what I should have done / Blue and green with eyes between are acting all the same / you and me are never free until we're cast away
But it really doesn't matter couldn't changed it if you tried / Though it really doesn't mater / I'll do it till I get it right
Nothing's gonna save you / Nothing's gonna save you out there / Nothing's gonna save you / Nothing's gonna save you out there"
The singer had a beautiful voice, Louise decided, she recognised the song slightly, a new band, yeah she wasn't into new music much but she liked it and the song petered out with guitars. The lyrics in a way she could relate to them. Spike was sitting bored, staring at her watching the band.
"So you fancy the singer then?" He questioned
"Pardon, what?" He had distracted her from listening to the song
"The singer, you fancy him want to shag him" Spike repeated in his usual crude way
"No, no, no way" Louise repeated, if Spike knew how she felt about him he wouldn't be asking such stupid questions
"Fair enough, its shite anyway, no damn attitude these people" Spike moaned
"Yeah" Louise should had been serving customers but Spike was talking to her, fucking talking to her. "What kinda music do you like then? Classical, opera's?"
"I'm so offended by that!" Spike said outraged
"Sorry" She mumbled going back to her work, she had him, so close, then she went and offended him.
"Hey I was kidding" He called to her, she tuned back and smiled. He had missed that smile in the past two days; it was infectious, though rarely used. Again Buffy had popped in for a chat but nothing more and again he had been left frustrated and upset. But seeing Louise working made him smile somewhat. "The Sex Pistols"
"The Sex Pistols" She repeated, she should had guessed the way he dressed
"You heard of them?" He asked
"Yeah, sure I remember useless things like that, Johnny Rotten, Sid Vicious, Nevermind The Bollocks right?" She remarked
"Yeah right but they aren't useless things to remember pet, its culture the only culture you need, punk" He raised his eyebrow.
"Louise get back to work" Her boss called
"I finish teaching you all you need about life later" Spike declared moving away from the bar.
Louise watched him sit down at a table on his own, for once, oh god for once he hadn't brought her pain but happiness. Oh she was glad she turned up for work.
******
Like he had promised Spike was now telling Louise about punk as they walked the streets of this dear old town. Louise had been amazed he had waited for her after work, so amazed, so pleased.
"So The Ramones they liked tore the joint down, never seen so many people go so fucking crazy" Spike shouted
"Sounds to me all the bands made people go crazy" She commented.
"Mental all of them. The Clash, shit The Clash" Spike began jumping around like a madman to I Fought The Law, air guitar and all.
"I'm surprised you never formed a punk band yourself" Louise stated avoiding Spike bashing into her by dodging his body
"Once thought about siring Rotten, Strummer and Joey Ramone and forming a super group" Spike revealed
"Why didn't you?" She enquired
" I couldn't kill them, no way" He bellowed, god he was rockstar in waiting.
They were having a good time, really were. Spike found it easy to speak to her about his love of punk music, she was opened minded about it. Then he felt her grab his hand and pull him into an alley.
"Lou pet, your great but really I don't like you like that" He remarked, she pushed him against the wall and placed her finger on his lips
"Sssh Spike" She warned as the noises of scuttling feet were heard getting nearer.
What was going on? Spike couldn't tell, he didn't like not being in control so pushed her against the wall instead, placing his hands against the wall to trap her. She looked petrified, she was shaking.
"I'm not going to hurt you, what's going on?" He quizzed
"Kiss me" She demanded wrapping her arms around his neck, he hesitated, she didn't engulfing his mouth with his.
Spike was shocked confused, his mind was a jumble, a real mixture, he couldn't think straight, she deepened her actions massaging their tongues together, shit she was forceful, then she pulled away breathless as the noises of a group of males distanced themselves
Louise wiped her mouth, that was intense, really intense, and good, real good, she was probably in serious trouble for doing that but hey at least she would always have that memory.
"Lou, what in god name's?" He panted, he felt so weird, yet her lips felt good to him, familiar.
"Had to made sure those guys didn't see me" She explained, she was flushed by her actions
"Who are they?" That's right avoid the issues that she just kissed you and you enjoyed it.
"I don't know, I caught a glimpse of them, they scared me, I don't know why. I'm sorry Spike, sorry for kissing you, it was wrong, you don't like me, you love Buffy, sorry but thanks" She was sombre in her voice; he would never want to talk to her again, never. She went to walk of but Spike hadn't moved from his position.
"I want you" He huskily stated pushing his body against her groin.
Jesus, he was grinding his body against her, shit he really wanted her, fuck, she wasn't expecting that. "I want you too" She replied closing her eyes, all too much, so much. He grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the alley. He was ready for her, ready to shag her but not here, not in some alley, Buffy might find them and he still loved Buffy, didn't want her to get the wrong impression, he just wanted Louise so badly. His place? No, too risky. His changed their direction to her place instead.
******
Their journey to her place had been quick; no words said, no actions, just Spike dragging her along. For Louise it felt like a dream, would she really be sleeping with him? Oh god, how bliss that would be. For Spike, it was want, need for a fuck, need to numb his pain of loving Buffy, Louise well he had got the impression that she was easy, that she wanted him to fuck her and that he would. One night stand. That's all he needed to feel good.
She reached for the key of her apartment, opening it up, inviting him in quickly. Closing the door behind himself, fleetingly looking at the mess. No time for small talk, he walked over to where she stood by the kitchen table.
"Show me you bed love" He whispered into her ear. She took his hand this time, he discarded of his precious leather jacket and she of her denim. Opening her bedroom door now, she went to switch the light on, his hand went out to grab her, telling her no, no need for lights. She obeyed his words, the moonlight still shined though her windows, and sat on her bed, on the bed she had been crying about him only hours previously. He joined her taking her hand.
"Don't worry pet, I be gentle" he winked as he pushed her down on her back and began to undo his jeans, no time for foreplay, no time at all. Just sex, just a fuck, all he wanted, all he needed. He began pulling at her skirt, pulling it up then at her panties as he straddled her and began kissing her neck, ok, ok a little foreplay to keep the bint happy.
"Spike" She began to moan at his actions, she placed her hand down his jeans, onto his cold skin, his mould, what she craved "Please, god please"
She was pleading for him to enter her; he had ripped her panties off quickly, oh so moist for him, her smell, her dampness. He pulled his jeans down completely and teased her, rubbing against her thigh, close to her clit, so close but not enough, teasing.
"Please" She groaned securing her arms around the base of he back touching the hem of his t-shirt wanting to see him naked.
"Beg" He growled, it was just going to be a quick fuck, but having her in this position made him feel good, like a real man unlike the whipping boy that chip had made him
"Please please please Spike, please I need you please" She begged, why was he torturing her so much? She could feel him rub against her inner leg, the tip of his penis so close, so close.
"My fucking pleasure" He entered her, so soft, her juices beginning already to mix with his. Harder, he wanted it harder, he did pinning her down as her legs wrapped round his waist
"Don't stop, don't stop, baby" She began to pant, the feel of him inside of her, this was her heaven no doubt about it, her fucking heaven. So good, he was so hard, rigid in her.
He smirked at her, had her where he wanted, he didn't care if she needed him to wait, it was his pleasure not hers. His nails began to dig into her arms, harder, harder, grinding of his hips "You like that, you want more!" he shouted. So rough with her, yet no reaction from the chip, that was weird, surely he was hurting her.
"Spike, Spike, Jesus oh oh oh " Short sharp breaths, he was like a wild animal, like she imagined he would be, and it was good, he had hold of her wrists tightly but she was in too much bliss to feel pain, she could feel the climax of her orgasm build inside of her. Closer with every action by him.
So fucking good, so good, he didn't want to stop with her, he began to imagine she was Buffy, oh Buffy, how good she would be, how she would shout his name. Thoughts of the Slayer drove his need more and more. Pumping, pushing, he looked down her wrists, they were bleeding, he was causing her to bleed, still no reaction from chip, still no mind-destroying headache. He kissed her face but her neck it seemed so appealing, he had to try it, had to, he moved his kisses onto to its right side as she was moaning so much, had never heard that before.
"Change me, please please I want to be like you" She grunted as he slowly kissed her neck and bared his fangs. Both almost there, almost a climax...
//Flashback//
He was laying on some girl, dressed as a real punk, like the rebel he was back in the 1970s, no ponce. No he wasn't laying on her, rather shagging her. Couldn't see her face, it was too blurry for the present day Spike, but same action as now, same grinding. They weren't in a house though, some warehouse somewhere on an old mattress. His fangs had bared themselves and he had bitten down onto her neck, draining her, draining her to an inch of her life. Then he climaxed and had withdrawn both his fangs and penis and looked down at her, handing her his wrist so she could drink and she did.
"Don't worry Louise, all will be fine my pet" he had whispered seeing her face.
//end of flashback//
Spike's mind was reeling, what the hell? He moved away from her neck, he released himself in her, his cold dead seaman in her moist body.
"Spike, god, I love you, I'm in love with you" she yelled in pleasure as she climaxed as well breathless it was so perfect.
Spike withdrew from her and jumped off her as fast as he could. How could this be? He had sired her hadn't her? That's what his memories had just told him, it had been her in that warehouse, yet he didn't remember her and she wasn't a vampire now, yet she looked like she did in his flashback. He did his jeans up not looking at her.
"Spike I love you do you understand?" She pleaded trying to straighten her skirt out,
"Keep the hell away from me!" He shouted running into the living room, how, how, how? Was all he thought, 24 years ago that had happened, never remembered it till now, still couldn't remember what happened afterwards
Louise got up quickly, oh god he had just wanted sex, nothing more but shag. Oh god, she told him she loved him, asked him to change her, how stupid, how damn stupid of her. By the time she made it to her living room he had put his coat on
"Spike, listen, I, I, please don't push me away, that, what we just had was amazing, tell me you felt the same" She beseeched at him.
"I don't know what you are but pretty soon you won't be drawing another breath, Buffy and her pals will sort you out, you're a fucking abomination" He screamed
"What have I done?" She cried trying to touch his arm,
"You must be some demon, can't believe I slept with you twice!" He scorned leaving the apartment, slamming the door.
Louise stood bewildered, scared, upset, no upset wasn't a strong enough word, she wanted to die. Why had he called her an abomination, she wasn't. Wasn't she good enough for him? He seemed to like it, a bit rough but then that was his personality. She looked at her wrists; the blood was drying on her skin but the gashes, and the marks they were healing before her eyes.
"What, what the hell?" She collapsed against the wall, what was happening to her?