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
Again thanks for reviews, this story I have decided is going to be a long one and yes I know I said it's an Angel crossover and it is but not for a while..
Chapter Six - You And I
He had heard her walk into his crypt and now watched carefully in the shadows. Blood on her face, on her arms, hair not brushed. She called his name but he didn't respond. She was preying on him, wanting to catch him off guard so she could stake him; he wasn't going to allow that to happen. He was stronger than her. She would be the prey, him the hunter.
"Please can we talk?" her voice asked croakily "About what happened, I don't understand why you left, did I upset you? I thought you wanted it, you acted like you wanted me"
Still he watched. Where did she come up with this little miss sweet and innocent act? She was right he had wanted her, oh god it had been fantastic, whatever she was she knew how to drive guy wild, she knew how to make him want more, because he wanted more, he wanted to feel her moist lips clench round his penis, wanted to fuck her so hard she would never play the innocent card again. If he ever got a chance, she would be sent to a level of pain and pleasure she never knew existed. What was he doing thinking about her like this? Craving her skin, remembering how she screamed his name in her earth-shattering climax. She told him she loved him? He couldn't understand that one bit.
She sat down on the steps and placed her hands on her temple "Is it because you love Buffy? I won't tell her. I don't expect you to love me, but I don't want you to hate me. I'm sorry for what I said but it felt right, you felt right, us together felt right and you can't deny you didn't feel that."
Oh she was pissing him off with her words; he stayed in the shadows but began to speak "Where do you get off coming here bitch? Did I invite some demon whore into my place? No. What is it you are? Who sent you, because my dear Louise, get anywhere near Buffy, or Dawn, even her goddamn interfering friends and I will kill you. See chip doesn't work on you. I can kill and I will."
She was startled by his words and looked around, unable to see him "I thought you might tell me why I'm here, who am I" she replied
"Apart from a fucking bitch, a useless whore, that's what you are a whore, who likes it hard and rough and better get out of my sight if they want to live!" he threatened, ever so slightly he moved towards her, in a second he could grab her, touch her skin again, kiss her if he wanted, screw her all he liked or kill her in an instant.
"What am I?" she muttered, going round in circles that's how she felt, round in a circle of pain
"You deny it then, deny knowing me, deny cursing me so I wouldn't remember your sorry face after our first meeting." He walked out and faced her, bare- chested, tight jeans, ready to grab her throat and snap it like that. The ounce of love that sustained his heart from doing that was fighting to be set free, fighting to release itself and make Spike realise his feelings, it was battling against strong emotions such as betrayal, anger and revenge.
Louise bowed her head, she couldn't see him like that, it only teased her, showed her all she wanted in her life was him and what he looked like now, half-naked in front of her "Is this because I tried to stake you when we first met, I didn't know who you were" she reasoned truthfully because who she truly was she didn't know, she wasn't just lying to him, she had no memory of her past life, a fact he seemed to dispute heavily
"Liar" he spat sauntering up to her staring her in the eyes, showing her the spite he felt for her.
"Just, just pretend I know nothing about who, what I am" she reasoned.
"Who and what you are I don't know, but I now remember, have the unfortunate memory of us fucking, hard and rough just like you like in New York, 1970s ring any bells, kinda sired you" bitterness tainted his words but it was truth, hard, rough sex, flowing blood, fangs, orgasms, siring it had all happened that one time in New York
"Sired" she stuttered, was he taking medication, she wasn't human but no way was she a vampire!.
"Again so sweet and so fucking innocent, how can you be so innocent when I fuck your brains out and you scream for more, scream for me to make you cum. I don't have time anymore, I was going to wait for Buffy but hey sooner its done, the better" he quickly walked over to her and grabbed her by her neck lifting her of the ground, he diverted his eyes to the floor, staring at her messy trainers, looking at her face it sent too much guilt into his body and mind, how could he feel guilty?
She didn't struggle because it didn't hurt, she didn't need to breath, just another part of what she was "Its not true, what you remember, I wouldn't forget us being together, I love you too much, I remember your every action, your every word"
He threw her onto the ground and stamped his heavy boot onto her stomach to stop her from moving "Remember this sweetheart remember me killing you"
"Do it please just kill me, I can't do it maybe you can, please I don't want to be here anymore, I want to die" she begged off him, end her life, please let her drift away, please, she closed her eyes, those men, those guys the ones she saw they were there, not saying a word but scaring her and a new image entered her thoughts, a man, a terrifying man glaring back at her, oh god let her die so she never have to met this man, this stranger.
"Or you want me or Buffy to die, maybe she wasn't the greatest friend to you but she helped you all she could, she died for a better cause and a bitch like you think you can ruin her life, I promised to protect her and I will, you can rot in hell if they even let you in, your like Judas, a betrayer, a liar" he pressed down harder, this time staring at the ceiling, still couldn't look at her, nope, nope, nope.
"I wanted you to be my one" she mumbled, waiting for him to kill her, if it was even possible for her be killed "I wanted to be with you forever" she added opening her eyes, wishing he would tell her the same thing back.
Spike instantly removed his boot, he shouldn't, he should kill her but her words, they seemed real, they seemed full of love and not lies and he had been taken back by that. The ounce of love in his body was currently winning the battle for his long forgotten soul, he wish it wouldn't. Before he had the chance to use common sense and kill her she had scrambled of that floor and run to the main door.
"Come back here, I thought you wanted to die!" he yelled dashing after her
"I can't let you do that, for you own sake" she opened the door and sunlight hit her, she slammed the door behind herself to protect Spike from the rays.
He stood defeated, confused, what did she mean for his own sake, killing her would be bliss, yes definitely, better even than that orgasm she made him have. He cursed himself for letting her go and slumped back downstairs to lay on his bed, to torture himself with his mistake.
******** //Flashback//
His love, his true love Drusilla sat upon his lap, whispering her lunacy into his ear.
"You promised to kill her, its been too long my love kill her" she begged
"I will, soon I like teasing her" Spike had replied, he was dressed in his punk clothes again, the faint sound of The Sex Pistols playing from the battered stereo in this dark and damp lair. He looked straight ahead and saw her, saw Louise sitting in front of him, jealously in her eyes "Don't worry Lou I promised I sire you and I will, just need to kill that Slayer bitch, she's feisty that one"
Louise hadn't replied but mouthed her words to him 'I want to be with you'
'Soon, soon' he had silently replied, Drusilla was hiding her head in her hair, she didn't notice the exchange. 'I love you' had been Louise's response, she had blushed and looked at Spike with those eyes of hers shifting in her sit.
Spike had smiled in return and found himself licking his lips at anticipation 'I want you'
//end of flashback//
These images of another meeting with her had kept Spike confused for the last 2 hours now; he had fallen asleep after her visit to be woken by that flashback. He didn't understand, it looked to him that he had been fucking her behind Dru's back but he had loved Dru so why would he do that? And why was the shear thought of Louise causing him to become aroused uncontrollably.
"Stop that" he cursed out loud as his erection grew harder in his tight jeans "I don't love her, I can't', she's not who she claims she is" he tried reasoning.
Yet she had looked jealous at his interactions with Drusilla and he had told her he wanted her and what he had just dreamt was the truth because he was certain he remembered that happening, and the Slayer in question, he had eventually got her, claimed her long leather jacket, victory for William The Bloody. Only what really happened to Louise? If she was out to kill him why hadn't she then? He didn't want to reason her actions, reasoning them made it worse, made him begin to realise she possibly wasn't the enemy. And why now after all these years as she come back and why could he know remember her? Had their moment of rampant sex not even a day ago managed to spark his memory? Whatever it was, his arousal was getting worse and something needed to be done about it and fast.
"I bet you like that" he scolded, he could imagine her there, giving him her look of innocence as he now began to undo the zip of his jeans and release himself from this confusion he felt. If he was human the heat would had surged on his hands as soon as he touched himself, but his skin was ice cold, though his stiffness proved he was still capable of many human reactions. At first he just felt stupid at doing this, a vampire jerking off, he never done such a thing not even over Buffy but then he closed his eyes and saw the girl in his thoughts and satisfaction was needed quick. Gentle touches up and down his shaft, pre-cum trickling in his fingers lubricating him whole and then he gripped tighter and threw his head back. A low deep purr escaped his lips, he could even feel his nipples erect as he imagined her doing this to him.
"I want you so fucking bad" he growled increasing his speed, his pelvis began rocking backwards and forwards at a quickening pace "Faster, oh god faster" he ran his free hand down his chest and felt the building of his senses in his body, everything was becoming heightened, his back was arching and his moans long and hard.
"Louise" he groaned he had a clear image or was it a once forgotten memory of her going down on him, blowing him off like some cheep hooker and he loved the thought of it, loved every minute, every imaginary lick and suck from her. Faster, faster, humping his pelvis into his hand. It hit him, not the orgasm not yet but what the hell was he doing, why the fuck was he jerking off over images of her! He wanted to stop, make it stop for Christ sake, no fucking way, he loved Buffy not Louise, Drusilla not Louise yet she was the one making him this fucking turned on. He should stop this, he couldn't, he wouldn't.
"You're a fucking whore" he screamed out caressing himself further "Like it rough, like it. oh Jesus!" he felt it the release of his juices into his hand over his sheets "Don't stop" he told his make believe Louise who in his mind was nuzzling her face into his area, licking his cum greedily, his cold seaman slowly stopped it flow onto his skin and Spike, if he could breathe would be breathless. He couldn't believe he had just done that and the waves of guilt crashed down on him, she could be out there trying to kill Buffy and he was calling her name in complete and utter pleasure!
"Who are you!" He yelled, "I hate you" he conceded
He began to do his jeans up and wiped his sticky hands on his cum soaked sheets, the feeling of bliss was being replaced by anger and resentment. "I'm gonna kill her" he decided, 'Kill her, fuck her fast then kill her, make her blow me off then kill her' he added, 'Tell her, tell her I, I.' his thoughts were shattered by a voice.
"Spike are you in?"
Buffy, the Slayer, fuck. He got out of his bed and covered his sheets, wiping his hand again, searching for his t-shirt and coat and putting them on.
"I'm down here pet" he yelled when he felt composed enough to face her, when he had finally stopped imagining Louise licking him dry.
Buffy climbed down the ladder and turned to face him "I heard voices are you okay?"
"Fine, just fucking angry at that bitch, what is she then?" He questioned
"Still don't know, Giles says maybe a vampire hybrid but his books don't say much about them, Will and Tara are working on a spell to reveal her true nature, I thought maybe we could search for her" Buffy suggested looking bemused at how Spike looked dazed
"It's still daytime" he pointed out
She laughed, "Have you been drinking again? The sun set an hour ago"
"Really?" he thought he had only been dreaming of her for two hours, it had in reality been a lot longer.
Buffy walked slowly around his room "Any ideas where she would be?"
Spike reached for a cigarette if ever he needed one it was now "She was here before" he murmured
Buffy looked surprised "What happened?"
He took a longer drag of his smoke "Wanted to talk the useless bitch, said she had no idea what I was talking about when I said I sired her, I was that close to killing her and then.." He paused, and then I let her go, wanked over her.
"Then what?"
"She got away, pretty strong" He lied
"Great" Buffy sighed
"I tried, don't worry I kill her if she touches you" he replied heartfelt, yes Buffy was who he loved.
"I'm truly touched" Sarcasm tainted her words "but you're not going to kill her"
"Why not" he demanded
"She might not be evil" Buffy reasoned
"She is" he conceded
"We find her first okay" Buffy said leading the way up the ladder
Spike snubbed his cigarette out on the ground and followed "If she was innocent why lie about everything?"
"The truth hurts" came the reply.
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
Again thanks for reviews, this story I have decided is going to be a long one and yes I know I said it's an Angel crossover and it is but not for a while..
Chapter Six - You And I
He had heard her walk into his crypt and now watched carefully in the shadows. Blood on her face, on her arms, hair not brushed. She called his name but he didn't respond. She was preying on him, wanting to catch him off guard so she could stake him; he wasn't going to allow that to happen. He was stronger than her. She would be the prey, him the hunter.
"Please can we talk?" her voice asked croakily "About what happened, I don't understand why you left, did I upset you? I thought you wanted it, you acted like you wanted me"
Still he watched. Where did she come up with this little miss sweet and innocent act? She was right he had wanted her, oh god it had been fantastic, whatever she was she knew how to drive guy wild, she knew how to make him want more, because he wanted more, he wanted to feel her moist lips clench round his penis, wanted to fuck her so hard she would never play the innocent card again. If he ever got a chance, she would be sent to a level of pain and pleasure she never knew existed. What was he doing thinking about her like this? Craving her skin, remembering how she screamed his name in her earth-shattering climax. She told him she loved him? He couldn't understand that one bit.
She sat down on the steps and placed her hands on her temple "Is it because you love Buffy? I won't tell her. I don't expect you to love me, but I don't want you to hate me. I'm sorry for what I said but it felt right, you felt right, us together felt right and you can't deny you didn't feel that."
Oh she was pissing him off with her words; he stayed in the shadows but began to speak "Where do you get off coming here bitch? Did I invite some demon whore into my place? No. What is it you are? Who sent you, because my dear Louise, get anywhere near Buffy, or Dawn, even her goddamn interfering friends and I will kill you. See chip doesn't work on you. I can kill and I will."
She was startled by his words and looked around, unable to see him "I thought you might tell me why I'm here, who am I" she replied
"Apart from a fucking bitch, a useless whore, that's what you are a whore, who likes it hard and rough and better get out of my sight if they want to live!" he threatened, ever so slightly he moved towards her, in a second he could grab her, touch her skin again, kiss her if he wanted, screw her all he liked or kill her in an instant.
"What am I?" she muttered, going round in circles that's how she felt, round in a circle of pain
"You deny it then, deny knowing me, deny cursing me so I wouldn't remember your sorry face after our first meeting." He walked out and faced her, bare- chested, tight jeans, ready to grab her throat and snap it like that. The ounce of love that sustained his heart from doing that was fighting to be set free, fighting to release itself and make Spike realise his feelings, it was battling against strong emotions such as betrayal, anger and revenge.
Louise bowed her head, she couldn't see him like that, it only teased her, showed her all she wanted in her life was him and what he looked like now, half-naked in front of her "Is this because I tried to stake you when we first met, I didn't know who you were" she reasoned truthfully because who she truly was she didn't know, she wasn't just lying to him, she had no memory of her past life, a fact he seemed to dispute heavily
"Liar" he spat sauntering up to her staring her in the eyes, showing her the spite he felt for her.
"Just, just pretend I know nothing about who, what I am" she reasoned.
"Who and what you are I don't know, but I now remember, have the unfortunate memory of us fucking, hard and rough just like you like in New York, 1970s ring any bells, kinda sired you" bitterness tainted his words but it was truth, hard, rough sex, flowing blood, fangs, orgasms, siring it had all happened that one time in New York
"Sired" she stuttered, was he taking medication, she wasn't human but no way was she a vampire!.
"Again so sweet and so fucking innocent, how can you be so innocent when I fuck your brains out and you scream for more, scream for me to make you cum. I don't have time anymore, I was going to wait for Buffy but hey sooner its done, the better" he quickly walked over to her and grabbed her by her neck lifting her of the ground, he diverted his eyes to the floor, staring at her messy trainers, looking at her face it sent too much guilt into his body and mind, how could he feel guilty?
She didn't struggle because it didn't hurt, she didn't need to breath, just another part of what she was "Its not true, what you remember, I wouldn't forget us being together, I love you too much, I remember your every action, your every word"
He threw her onto the ground and stamped his heavy boot onto her stomach to stop her from moving "Remember this sweetheart remember me killing you"
"Do it please just kill me, I can't do it maybe you can, please I don't want to be here anymore, I want to die" she begged off him, end her life, please let her drift away, please, she closed her eyes, those men, those guys the ones she saw they were there, not saying a word but scaring her and a new image entered her thoughts, a man, a terrifying man glaring back at her, oh god let her die so she never have to met this man, this stranger.
"Or you want me or Buffy to die, maybe she wasn't the greatest friend to you but she helped you all she could, she died for a better cause and a bitch like you think you can ruin her life, I promised to protect her and I will, you can rot in hell if they even let you in, your like Judas, a betrayer, a liar" he pressed down harder, this time staring at the ceiling, still couldn't look at her, nope, nope, nope.
"I wanted you to be my one" she mumbled, waiting for him to kill her, if it was even possible for her be killed "I wanted to be with you forever" she added opening her eyes, wishing he would tell her the same thing back.
Spike instantly removed his boot, he shouldn't, he should kill her but her words, they seemed real, they seemed full of love and not lies and he had been taken back by that. The ounce of love in his body was currently winning the battle for his long forgotten soul, he wish it wouldn't. Before he had the chance to use common sense and kill her she had scrambled of that floor and run to the main door.
"Come back here, I thought you wanted to die!" he yelled dashing after her
"I can't let you do that, for you own sake" she opened the door and sunlight hit her, she slammed the door behind herself to protect Spike from the rays.
He stood defeated, confused, what did she mean for his own sake, killing her would be bliss, yes definitely, better even than that orgasm she made him have. He cursed himself for letting her go and slumped back downstairs to lay on his bed, to torture himself with his mistake.
******** //Flashback//
His love, his true love Drusilla sat upon his lap, whispering her lunacy into his ear.
"You promised to kill her, its been too long my love kill her" she begged
"I will, soon I like teasing her" Spike had replied, he was dressed in his punk clothes again, the faint sound of The Sex Pistols playing from the battered stereo in this dark and damp lair. He looked straight ahead and saw her, saw Louise sitting in front of him, jealously in her eyes "Don't worry Lou I promised I sire you and I will, just need to kill that Slayer bitch, she's feisty that one"
Louise hadn't replied but mouthed her words to him 'I want to be with you'
'Soon, soon' he had silently replied, Drusilla was hiding her head in her hair, she didn't notice the exchange. 'I love you' had been Louise's response, she had blushed and looked at Spike with those eyes of hers shifting in her sit.
Spike had smiled in return and found himself licking his lips at anticipation 'I want you'
//end of flashback//
These images of another meeting with her had kept Spike confused for the last 2 hours now; he had fallen asleep after her visit to be woken by that flashback. He didn't understand, it looked to him that he had been fucking her behind Dru's back but he had loved Dru so why would he do that? And why was the shear thought of Louise causing him to become aroused uncontrollably.
"Stop that" he cursed out loud as his erection grew harder in his tight jeans "I don't love her, I can't', she's not who she claims she is" he tried reasoning.
Yet she had looked jealous at his interactions with Drusilla and he had told her he wanted her and what he had just dreamt was the truth because he was certain he remembered that happening, and the Slayer in question, he had eventually got her, claimed her long leather jacket, victory for William The Bloody. Only what really happened to Louise? If she was out to kill him why hadn't she then? He didn't want to reason her actions, reasoning them made it worse, made him begin to realise she possibly wasn't the enemy. And why now after all these years as she come back and why could he know remember her? Had their moment of rampant sex not even a day ago managed to spark his memory? Whatever it was, his arousal was getting worse and something needed to be done about it and fast.
"I bet you like that" he scolded, he could imagine her there, giving him her look of innocence as he now began to undo the zip of his jeans and release himself from this confusion he felt. If he was human the heat would had surged on his hands as soon as he touched himself, but his skin was ice cold, though his stiffness proved he was still capable of many human reactions. At first he just felt stupid at doing this, a vampire jerking off, he never done such a thing not even over Buffy but then he closed his eyes and saw the girl in his thoughts and satisfaction was needed quick. Gentle touches up and down his shaft, pre-cum trickling in his fingers lubricating him whole and then he gripped tighter and threw his head back. A low deep purr escaped his lips, he could even feel his nipples erect as he imagined her doing this to him.
"I want you so fucking bad" he growled increasing his speed, his pelvis began rocking backwards and forwards at a quickening pace "Faster, oh god faster" he ran his free hand down his chest and felt the building of his senses in his body, everything was becoming heightened, his back was arching and his moans long and hard.
"Louise" he groaned he had a clear image or was it a once forgotten memory of her going down on him, blowing him off like some cheep hooker and he loved the thought of it, loved every minute, every imaginary lick and suck from her. Faster, faster, humping his pelvis into his hand. It hit him, not the orgasm not yet but what the hell was he doing, why the fuck was he jerking off over images of her! He wanted to stop, make it stop for Christ sake, no fucking way, he loved Buffy not Louise, Drusilla not Louise yet she was the one making him this fucking turned on. He should stop this, he couldn't, he wouldn't.
"You're a fucking whore" he screamed out caressing himself further "Like it rough, like it. oh Jesus!" he felt it the release of his juices into his hand over his sheets "Don't stop" he told his make believe Louise who in his mind was nuzzling her face into his area, licking his cum greedily, his cold seaman slowly stopped it flow onto his skin and Spike, if he could breathe would be breathless. He couldn't believe he had just done that and the waves of guilt crashed down on him, she could be out there trying to kill Buffy and he was calling her name in complete and utter pleasure!
"Who are you!" He yelled, "I hate you" he conceded
He began to do his jeans up and wiped his sticky hands on his cum soaked sheets, the feeling of bliss was being replaced by anger and resentment. "I'm gonna kill her" he decided, 'Kill her, fuck her fast then kill her, make her blow me off then kill her' he added, 'Tell her, tell her I, I.' his thoughts were shattered by a voice.
"Spike are you in?"
Buffy, the Slayer, fuck. He got out of his bed and covered his sheets, wiping his hand again, searching for his t-shirt and coat and putting them on.
"I'm down here pet" he yelled when he felt composed enough to face her, when he had finally stopped imagining Louise licking him dry.
Buffy climbed down the ladder and turned to face him "I heard voices are you okay?"
"Fine, just fucking angry at that bitch, what is she then?" He questioned
"Still don't know, Giles says maybe a vampire hybrid but his books don't say much about them, Will and Tara are working on a spell to reveal her true nature, I thought maybe we could search for her" Buffy suggested looking bemused at how Spike looked dazed
"It's still daytime" he pointed out
She laughed, "Have you been drinking again? The sun set an hour ago"
"Really?" he thought he had only been dreaming of her for two hours, it had in reality been a lot longer.
Buffy walked slowly around his room "Any ideas where she would be?"
Spike reached for a cigarette if ever he needed one it was now "She was here before" he murmured
Buffy looked surprised "What happened?"
He took a longer drag of his smoke "Wanted to talk the useless bitch, said she had no idea what I was talking about when I said I sired her, I was that close to killing her and then.." He paused, and then I let her go, wanked over her.
"Then what?"
"She got away, pretty strong" He lied
"Great" Buffy sighed
"I tried, don't worry I kill her if she touches you" he replied heartfelt, yes Buffy was who he loved.
"I'm truly touched" Sarcasm tainted her words "but you're not going to kill her"
"Why not" he demanded
"She might not be evil" Buffy reasoned
"She is" he conceded
"We find her first okay" Buffy said leading the way up the ladder
Spike snubbed his cigarette out on the ground and followed "If she was innocent why lie about everything?"
"The truth hurts" came the reply.