Title: Bring Me To Life (2/11)
Series: Queen of Dusk
Author's Name: Riley
Author's Email and URL: XxBuffyRoxMySoxX@aol.com
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and UPN own Buffy the Vampire Slayer in totality. Joss Whedon and the WB own Angel: the Series. No profit is made from this piece of fiction and no copyright infringement is intended. The song was written and performed by Amy Lee of Evanescence.
Distribution: To my site, all archives. You are free to take, just let me know
Rating: R
Timeline: Season 2, before Angel goes bad, when they are dating. Spike is not in his wheelchair (Dru is not healed), Xander and Cordy are secretly together and Willow and Oz are together. I know that may be a little wonky, but I want it to work.
Pairing: B/S (B/A at the beginning, but not for long.)
Feedback: Yes! Please let me know what you thought!
Summary: Buffy's hurting, she's lonely, and no one understands. She's lost everything she has to live for, or so she thinks. Spike finds something oddly compelling about the Slayer…now if only he could bring her to his side…
The California sun beat down on Buffy's face as she sat, listening to Willow relay every detail about her date with Oz. A slight jealousy burnt through her at the notion that she couldn't say that Angel made her go crazy. He was comfortable, but his touch did not warm her skin. Spike's lips had been so moist…so soft…She mentally slapped herself at remembering that. It was a bad, bad thing for her to do. He was nothing like Angel. He was the big bad, he was evil, and he would never touch a Slayer. *Of course he would. He touched me, didn't me?* Her brain taunted. This morning had been intense, waking up from another terrible dream, the third this week. Why had she dreamed about Spike of all people?
"Hello? Earth to Buffy?" Willow waved her hand in front of her friend's face.
"Oh God, sorry Willow. I didn't sleep well last night."
"Were there post-pubescent fantasies involved in that statement?" Willow grinned.
"Unfortunately, no. It was more of the nightmare variety." sighed Buffy, hugging her knees to her chest.
"Oh dreams…er…nightmares! Tell me about it, I could decipher it!" Willow clasped her hands together, looking very much like a therapist.
"Oh, I don't really remember it." lied Buffy, twisting her head about, as to block Willow's view of her pained face.
"Dang. I love that kind of stuff." Willow squealed with geeker joy. Buffy rolled her eyes.
"Sorry Will. Maybe I should keep a dream diary so you can have your merry way with my night terrors."
***
"Hello kitten." Buffy spun around, stake in hand.
"Spike? What the hell do you want?" she got ready to tackle him.
"Let's not be violent, doll."
"Get the hell out of here before I turn you to dust!" she threatened.
"I don't recall you having the authority to make me leave." Spike smirked. He loved the way she squirmed when he leered over her.
"Since I have the stake, I believe I have the authority." she smart-assed.
"What's gotten up your ass, Slayer?" Spike asked.
"Why do you say that?!" the stake dropped to her side.
"Well, you just look tense. Angel not scratching your itch?" Buffy growled, slamming her foot into the ground.
"How dare you say that!"
"You aren't denying it." Spike clicked his tongue in disapproval. Buffy shifted her weight to her left side. She couldn't exactly say he was wrong…
"Angel is great."
"You haven't even done it yet, have you?!" This was too amusing. Buffy blushed vivid scarlet.
"I am so not having this discussion with you!"
"You're all alone, Slayer. Aren't you." Dead on. Buffy could feel tears gathering in her eyes. Will not cry in front of big bad. I am the slayer!
//How can you see into my eyes like open doors? Leading you down into my core, where I've become so numb…//
"I have friends, Spike. Friends who will cheer when they learned how this stake plunged through your unbeating heart!" She charged at him, stake poised and jumped towards him. Buffy managed to tackle him to the ground, her knee between his legs and her stake centimeters from his chest.
"I smell it, Slayer."
"What?" Buffy squinted her eyes.
"It." He narrowed his eyes and pointed towards her nether regions.
//Without a soul, my spirit sleeping somewhere cold, until you find it there and lead it back home//
"Oh my God, you are such a pervert."
"So stake me." Buffy pushed the stake to his heart. She couldn't find the heart to do it.
"Come on, Goldilocks. I don't have all night." She released pressure on the stake.
"I can't kill you. I kissed you. It's…bad etiquette." Spike snorted.
"Since when are you concerned with protocol with your arch nemesis?"
"I don't' generally get forced to kiss them." Buffy defended. Gods, he wanted her. She was so innocent. Was she a…no…she could be…could she?
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" Spike blurted out, leering. Buffy blushed.
"No…I'm not…I'm not…" she stammered. "I am NOT having this conversation." she stood up and brushed the grass from her jeans. "Just leave me alone Spike and maybe I won't kill you."
"You already said you wouldn't." Spike pointed out.
"I will if I have to." she retorted, punching him on the shoulder. Spike returned her blow with a knock to the face.
Spike placed a hand to her shoulder and moved his mouth to her ear. "Let go, little girl." he whispered slowly, trailing his hand down her arm.
//Wake me up inside, wake me up inside, call my name and save me from the dark. Bid my blood to run, before I come undone, save me from the nothing I've become//
Buffy froze in her spot. The way he touched her…it sent shivers up her spine. She knew she shouldn't, she knew it was wrong. He would kill her if he could…
//Now that I know what I'm without, you can't just leave me…//
Spike grabbed her chin with his other hand and smashed his lips down on her. He'd been longing to do that since Friday night. Her lips were so soft, so timid, and so warm. His tongue explored her mouth and she managed to gasp into him, her body shuddering at his touch.
//Breathe into me and make me real, bring me to life//
Spike purred against her lips, taking the opportunity to explore her soft curves with his hands. Buffy rocked her hips against his, her hands tightening their grip on his shoulders. Buffy's movement ceased and she pulled away, hands still tangled in his leather coat.
"Slayer's quite the vixen…" Spike breathed, grinning and licking his lips.
"Why…didn't you kill me?"
"I'm not done with you, yet." Spike winked. He wasn't sure he wanted to kill her just now. He longed to play with her, touch those human curves, feel the warmth of a beating heart as she writhed against him. And then maybe he would turn her.
"You could have. I wasn't paying attention." She took a step backwards.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd of have thought you wanted me to kill you."
//Wake me up inside, wake me up inside, call my name and save me from the dark. Bid my blood to run, before I come undone, save my from the nothing I've become…//
Buffy looked down at the ground and toyed with the loose grass beneath her booted toe.
"No, that's not it. Why am I still talking to, when I could end this all with a simple stake?!" she asked herself allowed.
"My sinister attraction?" Spike asked cockily.
*Yes Spike, that's exactly it. It's the fact that right now I want to jump your bones. It's not like I have anything to lose…* Buffy thought to herself. What did she have to lose.
"It's not like I have anything to lose." She voiced the latter part of her thought aloud.
"Weren't you just proclaiming what awesome friends you have?"
"Just forget it. Just get out of my life. I'm not going to kill you, and obviously, you aren't killing me anytime soon, so-"
"Are you so sure?" Spike lunged at her, pushing her against a tree and sliding Buffy's tank top strap aside. "Go ahead, Slayer. Stop me." he laughed, before he vamped out and sunk his fangs into her tan flesh.
//Frozen inside without your touch, without your love. Darling, only you are life among the dead//
Spike could taste the hatred and loss in her blood as he drank it down. He relished in the power of it. Much to his surprise, Buffy gasped in pleasure at the pain and pushed his head harder. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. She was supposed to struggle, she was supposed to cry, not welcome. He'd have to wait until the Slayer had something to live for. He pulled away and pulled the blood from his lips.
"You didn't stop me."
"No." She said softly, smearing blood from her neck.
//All this time, I can't believe I couldn't see…//
Buffy regained her balance. "Go back to Dru, Spike. God knows she's crazy enough to love you."
Spike put on a face of mock hurt. "I'm hurt Slayer, really."
"Buffy. My name is Buffy." She repeated. "I don't go around calling you Vampire, do I?"
"Why do you care so much?"
"It's complicated." Buffy turned to leave.
//Kept in the dark, but you were there in front of me//
"I had the dream too." Spike said as she walked away. Buffy turned back.
//I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems…//
Buffy opened and shut her mouth a few times. "Just forget it Spike. It's a weird coincidence."
//Got to open my eyes to everything…//
"I'll see you tomorrow night, Buffy." He put an emphasis on her name.
"What are you talking about?"
"You'll be there." He lit a cigarette and put it to his lips and inhaled.
//Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul…//
Buffy didn't answer as Spike exhaled, smoke clouding his beautiful features.
//Don't let me die here, there must be something more!//
Spike watched as Buffy turned and walked into the distance, rain beginning to fall and splatter on her leather jacket.
"You'll be there, Slayer." He whispered to himself before turning and walking from the graveyard.
//Bring me to life//
Series: Queen of Dusk
Author's Name: Riley
Author's Email and URL: XxBuffyRoxMySoxX@aol.com
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and UPN own Buffy the Vampire Slayer in totality. Joss Whedon and the WB own Angel: the Series. No profit is made from this piece of fiction and no copyright infringement is intended. The song was written and performed by Amy Lee of Evanescence.
Distribution: To my site, all archives. You are free to take, just let me know
Rating: R
Timeline: Season 2, before Angel goes bad, when they are dating. Spike is not in his wheelchair (Dru is not healed), Xander and Cordy are secretly together and Willow and Oz are together. I know that may be a little wonky, but I want it to work.
Pairing: B/S (B/A at the beginning, but not for long.)
Feedback: Yes! Please let me know what you thought!
Summary: Buffy's hurting, she's lonely, and no one understands. She's lost everything she has to live for, or so she thinks. Spike finds something oddly compelling about the Slayer…now if only he could bring her to his side…
The California sun beat down on Buffy's face as she sat, listening to Willow relay every detail about her date with Oz. A slight jealousy burnt through her at the notion that she couldn't say that Angel made her go crazy. He was comfortable, but his touch did not warm her skin. Spike's lips had been so moist…so soft…She mentally slapped herself at remembering that. It was a bad, bad thing for her to do. He was nothing like Angel. He was the big bad, he was evil, and he would never touch a Slayer. *Of course he would. He touched me, didn't me?* Her brain taunted. This morning had been intense, waking up from another terrible dream, the third this week. Why had she dreamed about Spike of all people?
"Hello? Earth to Buffy?" Willow waved her hand in front of her friend's face.
"Oh God, sorry Willow. I didn't sleep well last night."
"Were there post-pubescent fantasies involved in that statement?" Willow grinned.
"Unfortunately, no. It was more of the nightmare variety." sighed Buffy, hugging her knees to her chest.
"Oh dreams…er…nightmares! Tell me about it, I could decipher it!" Willow clasped her hands together, looking very much like a therapist.
"Oh, I don't really remember it." lied Buffy, twisting her head about, as to block Willow's view of her pained face.
"Dang. I love that kind of stuff." Willow squealed with geeker joy. Buffy rolled her eyes.
"Sorry Will. Maybe I should keep a dream diary so you can have your merry way with my night terrors."
***
"Hello kitten." Buffy spun around, stake in hand.
"Spike? What the hell do you want?" she got ready to tackle him.
"Let's not be violent, doll."
"Get the hell out of here before I turn you to dust!" she threatened.
"I don't recall you having the authority to make me leave." Spike smirked. He loved the way she squirmed when he leered over her.
"Since I have the stake, I believe I have the authority." she smart-assed.
"What's gotten up your ass, Slayer?" Spike asked.
"Why do you say that?!" the stake dropped to her side.
"Well, you just look tense. Angel not scratching your itch?" Buffy growled, slamming her foot into the ground.
"How dare you say that!"
"You aren't denying it." Spike clicked his tongue in disapproval. Buffy shifted her weight to her left side. She couldn't exactly say he was wrong…
"Angel is great."
"You haven't even done it yet, have you?!" This was too amusing. Buffy blushed vivid scarlet.
"I am so not having this discussion with you!"
"You're all alone, Slayer. Aren't you." Dead on. Buffy could feel tears gathering in her eyes. Will not cry in front of big bad. I am the slayer!
//How can you see into my eyes like open doors? Leading you down into my core, where I've become so numb…//
"I have friends, Spike. Friends who will cheer when they learned how this stake plunged through your unbeating heart!" She charged at him, stake poised and jumped towards him. Buffy managed to tackle him to the ground, her knee between his legs and her stake centimeters from his chest.
"I smell it, Slayer."
"What?" Buffy squinted her eyes.
"It." He narrowed his eyes and pointed towards her nether regions.
//Without a soul, my spirit sleeping somewhere cold, until you find it there and lead it back home//
"Oh my God, you are such a pervert."
"So stake me." Buffy pushed the stake to his heart. She couldn't find the heart to do it.
"Come on, Goldilocks. I don't have all night." She released pressure on the stake.
"I can't kill you. I kissed you. It's…bad etiquette." Spike snorted.
"Since when are you concerned with protocol with your arch nemesis?"
"I don't' generally get forced to kiss them." Buffy defended. Gods, he wanted her. She was so innocent. Was she a…no…she could be…could she?
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" Spike blurted out, leering. Buffy blushed.
"No…I'm not…I'm not…" she stammered. "I am NOT having this conversation." she stood up and brushed the grass from her jeans. "Just leave me alone Spike and maybe I won't kill you."
"You already said you wouldn't." Spike pointed out.
"I will if I have to." she retorted, punching him on the shoulder. Spike returned her blow with a knock to the face.
Spike placed a hand to her shoulder and moved his mouth to her ear. "Let go, little girl." he whispered slowly, trailing his hand down her arm.
//Wake me up inside, wake me up inside, call my name and save me from the dark. Bid my blood to run, before I come undone, save me from the nothing I've become//
Buffy froze in her spot. The way he touched her…it sent shivers up her spine. She knew she shouldn't, she knew it was wrong. He would kill her if he could…
//Now that I know what I'm without, you can't just leave me…//
Spike grabbed her chin with his other hand and smashed his lips down on her. He'd been longing to do that since Friday night. Her lips were so soft, so timid, and so warm. His tongue explored her mouth and she managed to gasp into him, her body shuddering at his touch.
//Breathe into me and make me real, bring me to life//
Spike purred against her lips, taking the opportunity to explore her soft curves with his hands. Buffy rocked her hips against his, her hands tightening their grip on his shoulders. Buffy's movement ceased and she pulled away, hands still tangled in his leather coat.
"Slayer's quite the vixen…" Spike breathed, grinning and licking his lips.
"Why…didn't you kill me?"
"I'm not done with you, yet." Spike winked. He wasn't sure he wanted to kill her just now. He longed to play with her, touch those human curves, feel the warmth of a beating heart as she writhed against him. And then maybe he would turn her.
"You could have. I wasn't paying attention." She took a step backwards.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd of have thought you wanted me to kill you."
//Wake me up inside, wake me up inside, call my name and save me from the dark. Bid my blood to run, before I come undone, save my from the nothing I've become…//
Buffy looked down at the ground and toyed with the loose grass beneath her booted toe.
"No, that's not it. Why am I still talking to, when I could end this all with a simple stake?!" she asked herself allowed.
"My sinister attraction?" Spike asked cockily.
*Yes Spike, that's exactly it. It's the fact that right now I want to jump your bones. It's not like I have anything to lose…* Buffy thought to herself. What did she have to lose.
"It's not like I have anything to lose." She voiced the latter part of her thought aloud.
"Weren't you just proclaiming what awesome friends you have?"
"Just forget it. Just get out of my life. I'm not going to kill you, and obviously, you aren't killing me anytime soon, so-"
"Are you so sure?" Spike lunged at her, pushing her against a tree and sliding Buffy's tank top strap aside. "Go ahead, Slayer. Stop me." he laughed, before he vamped out and sunk his fangs into her tan flesh.
//Frozen inside without your touch, without your love. Darling, only you are life among the dead//
Spike could taste the hatred and loss in her blood as he drank it down. He relished in the power of it. Much to his surprise, Buffy gasped in pleasure at the pain and pushed his head harder. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. She was supposed to struggle, she was supposed to cry, not welcome. He'd have to wait until the Slayer had something to live for. He pulled away and pulled the blood from his lips.
"You didn't stop me."
"No." She said softly, smearing blood from her neck.
//All this time, I can't believe I couldn't see…//
Buffy regained her balance. "Go back to Dru, Spike. God knows she's crazy enough to love you."
Spike put on a face of mock hurt. "I'm hurt Slayer, really."
"Buffy. My name is Buffy." She repeated. "I don't go around calling you Vampire, do I?"
"Why do you care so much?"
"It's complicated." Buffy turned to leave.
//Kept in the dark, but you were there in front of me//
"I had the dream too." Spike said as she walked away. Buffy turned back.
//I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems…//
Buffy opened and shut her mouth a few times. "Just forget it Spike. It's a weird coincidence."
//Got to open my eyes to everything…//
"I'll see you tomorrow night, Buffy." He put an emphasis on her name.
"What are you talking about?"
"You'll be there." He lit a cigarette and put it to his lips and inhaled.
//Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul…//
Buffy didn't answer as Spike exhaled, smoke clouding his beautiful features.
//Don't let me die here, there must be something more!//
Spike watched as Buffy turned and walked into the distance, rain beginning to fall and splatter on her leather jacket.
"You'll be there, Slayer." He whispered to himself before turning and walking from the graveyard.
//Bring me to life//
