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
********Thanks for the reviews Chelsea, Zarrah and Saffire. I have checked my spelling better this time (I hope) and have changed the mistakes on the previous chapters as well. And Zarrah I checked out www.recklesspassion.tripod.com but it said the page didn't exist, any suggestions?*****
Chapter Five - Malign Fiesta (No Soul)
'Fuck, fuck, fuck' he thought storming back to his place. His memory, his flashback stayed in his mind. He had been her, it had been him and it felt like in was the 1970s, yeah when he had been in New York. But why had he been shagging her? He was with Dru at that time, never cheated on her, never. Yet he had and he had sired Louise, sired her. His brain was overloading with confusion.
She was a vindictive little cow, that much he now realised, getting him to fuck her, pretending she was so naïve and innocent like she had no idea why he went crazy at her. She was probably scared that Spike had found the truth, yeah that was it 'know all about her little secret'. Well not all about it, but he had changed her and he hadn't felt pain when he had been rough with her and she was strong, what was it Buffy asked 'Have you ever seen her train?' and the answer was still no, she wasn't human. But a vampire? No, that wasn't right either, she had been out in the sun, definitely and she didn't have that smell, that sense he got when his kind was around. So what? Spike didn't know, he felt disgusted at himself for being with her, showing her pleasure, she deserved pain, she was fucking with his head, pain not pleasure.
And too think he fell for the whole loss memory act! She was probably in Sunnydale to hurt the Slayer and her friends, he had to warn them so headed to the cemetery they usually patrolled in. No one was going to hurt Buffy, no, not after what had happened, he wasn't going to lose her again. He spotted the Wicca in the distance and spirited over to her.
"Will" He called
Willow turned to see Spike "Spike we're doing alright tonight, no big evil around"
"I beg to differ" Spike remarked "Where's Buffy?"
"She's over there" Willow commented pointing to the Slayer who was just dusting a vampire and was walking back over to her friend and Spike.
"Spike what are you doing here?" Buffy exclaimed
"Louise" He growled in anger
"What about her, she's not going on about the spell again is she?" Willow complained, it was her job to do spells for anyone who wanted one
"I need to talk to Buffy privately" Spike revealed "Its important but no offence Willow I'm not comfortable talking about it in front of you"
Willow glared at Buffy "Shall I go?"
"Go and find Xander, I fill you in later" Buffy said walking off with Spike "So you gonna tell me what's up?"
"She's not human, Louise, she's a fucked up demon, something not human, she's dangerous I think" Spike rambled
"Spike what's happened, you seem bewildered?" Buffy asked
"We, we, we were erm, talking and things got a bit sexually charged and I went back to her place" Spike began, how could he describe this
Buffy raised her eyebrow "You had sex with Louise! And what your regretting that now?"
"Buffy, please listen. Yes I did have sex with her, I, erm got a little rough with her, the chip it didn't react then, oh fucking hell. I thought shit I'm going to see if I can bite her, don't start telling me your gonna stake me again pet because that's not the issue" Spike paused Buffy nodded for him to go on "Then, shit I had this flashback"
"Flashback?" Buffy quizzed confused
"Yeah of me in the 70s with her, I was with Louise, I was shagging her, drinking, draining her blood and then I sired her" Spike stopped his mind still couldn't figure it out.
"Sired her? You sure Spike? That's not possible, she's human, I've seen her in the daylight" Buffy reasoned
"She may not be a vampire but she's not a human, no way, she is so strong and I think she done something to me to make me forget her. I don't trust her Buffy, she's in Sunnydale and I think its either to kill me or you" Spike admitted
"Shit, what did you do to her?" Buffy questioned
"Nothing, not yet I was in shock, I left her and her crocodile tears, wanted to warn you" Spike revealed, warn you because I still care, he thought.
"I get the gang on it straight away." Buffy stated firmly
"And Louise?" He queried
"Guess we need words with her but I wait till I find anything out and till the next sundown, because I'm guessing you want a 'talk' as well" Buffy responded
"Yeah I do" Spike growled, Louise made him feel so angry, so fucked up in the head. Yet when he thought about his memory and about her, he felt a strange sense of love for that girl he had sired, love and desire. He shook any notion of loving that bitch out of his system as Buffy made her way to her house and he walked back to his crypt.
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She was still on her floor crying so hard at how he had treated her, she loved him so much and told him that and he had went mental on her. An abomination? Maybe he was right; she was messed in the head. She had like how harsh he had been to her, loved it even, had made her orgasm that now seemed years away bliss, perfect. He didn't see it as perfect, something to continue for eternity with. He wanted a fuck, a one night stand but in reality Louise never even got a night with him. He was gone and she was more confused than ever. She had known she wasn't human, that wasn't a shock and obviously he had figured that as well but what she was she had no idea. The marks that he had caused on her wrists were no longer there, completely healed and as she allowed the tears to slowly dry up, she began remembering that since she had began this vampire hunting, ever since she woke up in that park, not once had she been seriously injured, never had blood flowed from her body, she didn't even get a period but quickly connected that to her obvious non-human state. Now, she had to be certain that the healing thing was true and she stumbled of the floor to walk to her kitchen.
The knife she produced from the draw she had opened glistened against the kitchen light. It was an extreme, dangerous way of finding out and she knew it but it didn't stop the blade gliding across the exposed skin of her left wrist. If she died, it would alone, painful but she wanted that deep down, she wanted out of her life because whatever she was the only person she cared about did not want her and she rather spend a lifetime in hell than a lifetime of this confusion. At first the pain was unbearable, the bloodied knife dropped to the floor and she screamed in pain leaning against the kitchen worktop and holding her wounded wrist. Death it was upon her. Then it went, a wave of pain followed by nothingness and a stark realisation that it hadn't worked, Louise removed her hand and saw the gash heal immediately. The expression on her face was one of defeat. Her subconscious feeling of wanting to die had failed. She would not be so easily defeated and ran to the bathroom, searching through the cupboards at a terrifying speed, she found a bottle of mouthwash and smashed it, using the shards of glass she slashed at her face, deep cuts that stung, blood flowed momentously mixing with her tears. Then she saw it again, healing of he wounds, no not again it couldn't be happening.
She began to bang on the mirror, trembling in fear "Why? Why? Why?" she asked herself and the empty apartment "Let me die, let me die!" she screamed, using the glass to insert wounds across her body, it wasn't working, she wasn't dying. What was she? How could her body possibly being doing this?
Abomination, that what he had called her, Spike knew the truth, he had run away angry, fearful of her, something had happened when they had been together for him to act like he had, it wasn't just regret at their actions. She staggered back into her room; she looked almost longingly at the bed, at the cum-soaked sheets, at what she had with him. She then searched for clothes, didn't matter if they were clean or not, she had a mission, a will, she needed to see him. It was early afternoon; he would be in his crypt. She didn't clean the blood away from her face or wrists, she didn't have time, something was telling her to find out quick what she was, something was reminding her of those guys in that alley, the whole reason she ever kissed Spike and this had started. Those men, they scared her, an unknown, indescribable fear of what they brought engulfed her mind. She needed see him, and she rushed out of her apartment. A sunny fall day in her tortured world.
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
********Thanks for the reviews Chelsea, Zarrah and Saffire. I have checked my spelling better this time (I hope) and have changed the mistakes on the previous chapters as well. And Zarrah I checked out www.recklesspassion.tripod.com but it said the page didn't exist, any suggestions?*****
Chapter Five - Malign Fiesta (No Soul)
'Fuck, fuck, fuck' he thought storming back to his place. His memory, his flashback stayed in his mind. He had been her, it had been him and it felt like in was the 1970s, yeah when he had been in New York. But why had he been shagging her? He was with Dru at that time, never cheated on her, never. Yet he had and he had sired Louise, sired her. His brain was overloading with confusion.
She was a vindictive little cow, that much he now realised, getting him to fuck her, pretending she was so naïve and innocent like she had no idea why he went crazy at her. She was probably scared that Spike had found the truth, yeah that was it 'know all about her little secret'. Well not all about it, but he had changed her and he hadn't felt pain when he had been rough with her and she was strong, what was it Buffy asked 'Have you ever seen her train?' and the answer was still no, she wasn't human. But a vampire? No, that wasn't right either, she had been out in the sun, definitely and she didn't have that smell, that sense he got when his kind was around. So what? Spike didn't know, he felt disgusted at himself for being with her, showing her pleasure, she deserved pain, she was fucking with his head, pain not pleasure.
And too think he fell for the whole loss memory act! She was probably in Sunnydale to hurt the Slayer and her friends, he had to warn them so headed to the cemetery they usually patrolled in. No one was going to hurt Buffy, no, not after what had happened, he wasn't going to lose her again. He spotted the Wicca in the distance and spirited over to her.
"Will" He called
Willow turned to see Spike "Spike we're doing alright tonight, no big evil around"
"I beg to differ" Spike remarked "Where's Buffy?"
"She's over there" Willow commented pointing to the Slayer who was just dusting a vampire and was walking back over to her friend and Spike.
"Spike what are you doing here?" Buffy exclaimed
"Louise" He growled in anger
"What about her, she's not going on about the spell again is she?" Willow complained, it was her job to do spells for anyone who wanted one
"I need to talk to Buffy privately" Spike revealed "Its important but no offence Willow I'm not comfortable talking about it in front of you"
Willow glared at Buffy "Shall I go?"
"Go and find Xander, I fill you in later" Buffy said walking off with Spike "So you gonna tell me what's up?"
"She's not human, Louise, she's a fucked up demon, something not human, she's dangerous I think" Spike rambled
"Spike what's happened, you seem bewildered?" Buffy asked
"We, we, we were erm, talking and things got a bit sexually charged and I went back to her place" Spike began, how could he describe this
Buffy raised her eyebrow "You had sex with Louise! And what your regretting that now?"
"Buffy, please listen. Yes I did have sex with her, I, erm got a little rough with her, the chip it didn't react then, oh fucking hell. I thought shit I'm going to see if I can bite her, don't start telling me your gonna stake me again pet because that's not the issue" Spike paused Buffy nodded for him to go on "Then, shit I had this flashback"
"Flashback?" Buffy quizzed confused
"Yeah of me in the 70s with her, I was with Louise, I was shagging her, drinking, draining her blood and then I sired her" Spike stopped his mind still couldn't figure it out.
"Sired her? You sure Spike? That's not possible, she's human, I've seen her in the daylight" Buffy reasoned
"She may not be a vampire but she's not a human, no way, she is so strong and I think she done something to me to make me forget her. I don't trust her Buffy, she's in Sunnydale and I think its either to kill me or you" Spike admitted
"Shit, what did you do to her?" Buffy questioned
"Nothing, not yet I was in shock, I left her and her crocodile tears, wanted to warn you" Spike revealed, warn you because I still care, he thought.
"I get the gang on it straight away." Buffy stated firmly
"And Louise?" He queried
"Guess we need words with her but I wait till I find anything out and till the next sundown, because I'm guessing you want a 'talk' as well" Buffy responded
"Yeah I do" Spike growled, Louise made him feel so angry, so fucked up in the head. Yet when he thought about his memory and about her, he felt a strange sense of love for that girl he had sired, love and desire. He shook any notion of loving that bitch out of his system as Buffy made her way to her house and he walked back to his crypt.
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She was still on her floor crying so hard at how he had treated her, she loved him so much and told him that and he had went mental on her. An abomination? Maybe he was right; she was messed in the head. She had like how harsh he had been to her, loved it even, had made her orgasm that now seemed years away bliss, perfect. He didn't see it as perfect, something to continue for eternity with. He wanted a fuck, a one night stand but in reality Louise never even got a night with him. He was gone and she was more confused than ever. She had known she wasn't human, that wasn't a shock and obviously he had figured that as well but what she was she had no idea. The marks that he had caused on her wrists were no longer there, completely healed and as she allowed the tears to slowly dry up, she began remembering that since she had began this vampire hunting, ever since she woke up in that park, not once had she been seriously injured, never had blood flowed from her body, she didn't even get a period but quickly connected that to her obvious non-human state. Now, she had to be certain that the healing thing was true and she stumbled of the floor to walk to her kitchen.
The knife she produced from the draw she had opened glistened against the kitchen light. It was an extreme, dangerous way of finding out and she knew it but it didn't stop the blade gliding across the exposed skin of her left wrist. If she died, it would alone, painful but she wanted that deep down, she wanted out of her life because whatever she was the only person she cared about did not want her and she rather spend a lifetime in hell than a lifetime of this confusion. At first the pain was unbearable, the bloodied knife dropped to the floor and she screamed in pain leaning against the kitchen worktop and holding her wounded wrist. Death it was upon her. Then it went, a wave of pain followed by nothingness and a stark realisation that it hadn't worked, Louise removed her hand and saw the gash heal immediately. The expression on her face was one of defeat. Her subconscious feeling of wanting to die had failed. She would not be so easily defeated and ran to the bathroom, searching through the cupboards at a terrifying speed, she found a bottle of mouthwash and smashed it, using the shards of glass she slashed at her face, deep cuts that stung, blood flowed momentously mixing with her tears. Then she saw it again, healing of he wounds, no not again it couldn't be happening.
She began to bang on the mirror, trembling in fear "Why? Why? Why?" she asked herself and the empty apartment "Let me die, let me die!" she screamed, using the glass to insert wounds across her body, it wasn't working, she wasn't dying. What was she? How could her body possibly being doing this?
Abomination, that what he had called her, Spike knew the truth, he had run away angry, fearful of her, something had happened when they had been together for him to act like he had, it wasn't just regret at their actions. She staggered back into her room; she looked almost longingly at the bed, at the cum-soaked sheets, at what she had with him. She then searched for clothes, didn't matter if they were clean or not, she had a mission, a will, she needed to see him. It was early afternoon; he would be in his crypt. She didn't clean the blood away from her face or wrists, she didn't have time, something was telling her to find out quick what she was, something was reminding her of those guys in that alley, the whole reason she ever kissed Spike and this had started. Those men, they scared her, an unknown, indescribable fear of what they brought engulfed her mind. She needed see him, and she rushed out of her apartment. A sunny fall day in her tortured world.