Violations - March 2009
Chapter Fifteen
Buffy dashed out the door in search of Spike. She couldn't believe how much time she had wasted by denying her feelings for him. Spike was who she wanted, he was the man that she needed. She reminisced of the light touches, passionate kisses, and stolen glances as she roamed the streets of downtown LA. She couldn't believe how blind she had been and how Angel had snapped her out of her selfish little Buffy Land. Part of her would always love Angel, he was her first true love, but she had come to realize that he had always been more of her guardian than anything. He knew what was best for her, regardless of whether she knew that at the time or not. Spike was her equal. For all his age and knowledge, they were on the same page. Especially in his human form, he was going through everything for the first time.
There were so many things she wanted to tell him. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him. She didn't want to waste anymore time. Buffy thought about what their life together was going to be like. She wanted them to finally get married. She wanted more children. She wouldn't have to work two jobs, she would have more time to spend with Julia. No more sleeping alone. There would be someone there to love her, she would have someone to love. It was almost as if this dark cloud had been lifted, everything seemed to clear to her now.
She followed the route that she figured that Spike would take home from Angel Investigations. She was deliriously happy about what her future had in store for her.
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Spike began to make his way back home. It was almost 3 am and he felt like a lousy parent. He had left Jules with Dawn all night. He wasn't sure what Angel had said to Buffy, and honestly he was to the point that he didn't care anymore. He loved Buffy with all his heart, but he wasn't sure if he could play this emotional tug of war anymore. It was impossibly draining to him in his mortal form. He wasn't sure how much longer he could handle this mortality. He thought about dying on a daily basis. It frightened him. He had been on this earth for the last hundred and fifty years in one form or another. He was not looking forward to giving it up. Buffy, Dawn, and Julia were the only things keeping him here, and Buffy was the only one that couldn't accept him the way that he was before. It was times like this, when he felt vulnerable and weak, where he missed his fangs and fists approach to things. He was sick and tired of being weak. He was tired of everything.
Spike was too busy in his own world of self pity to notice the three vamps that were trailing him. Overall the bunch was rather pathetic. Two were obviously fledglings, most likely not even out of the ground for two weeks. The leader was dressed circa 1983, so if Spike had still been Spike, the vamp trio would have been dust within a matter of moments. The group was obviously new to the area. Most of the vamps around town knew who Spike was, and left him alone. Even though he was human now, he was still protected by the Slayer and Angel with his rogue group demon hunters.
Spike was no threat to them anymore, so most of the vamps and other demons let him be, just to avoid the wrath of the soulled vampire, or worse yet, the Slayer. The trio of rejects stalking the lean man had no idea who he was, or they simply didn't care and were deeply stupid. Two of them didn't, anyway.
The trio quickened their pace to catch up with Spike and started to be needlessly noisy, wanting to scare their pray. Spike heard the commotion and quickened his steps. The noises were growing louder as Spike broke into a run. The vamps began to move more quickly, liking the chase that Spike was putting up. Spike soon faced a chain link fence and struggled to climb over it. The vampires were hot on his trail. Just as Spike climbed over the top and dropped to the bottom the trio practically jumped over the fence and were fast to close in. Spike saw he was losing ground. Thinking fast he ripped off his T-shirt in the dirty, rat infested alley. Spike then grabbed a broken piece of wood and wrapped the now haggard shirt around it. The vamps were a mere twenty feet away from him, and closing in. Spike dug through his pockets and found his lucky Zippo. Even though he had quit smoking about five years ago, he still carried it out of habit. He was thankful for that habit at this moment. With his ghetto rigged torch, he quickly lit it and mentally figured out which of the vamps was the slowest, therefore making it the best target. Spike tried to warn the trio off.
"Come on mates, I'll let this slip by and not kill you all if you wanna play nice, and run along on your merry way. Don't really want to fuck with William the Bloody, do you?" Spike said, more trying to convince himself, than his attackers.
The leaders eyes brightened with acknowledgment of the man standing before him. He let out a surprisingly soft laugh given his size. His minions looked at him in bewilderment.
"William the Bloody. Spike. The slayer of Slayers, the scourge of Europe. It looks like him, talks like him, sure as hell doesn't smell like him though. You smell human to me, you smell like dinner." The head vampire said, running his tongue over his razor sharp teeth.
"Had a bit of a curse put on me, I'm afraid. I'm telling you for the last time to back the fuck off before I get mid-evil on your ass. I'll let the entire demon world know that a human kicked your ass from here to Philly. Bunch of dress wearing nancy boys."
Instead of dignifying Spike with an answer, the vamps simply charged at Spike. Spike quickly threw his torch at the smallest of the group. The poor bastard lit up like a Christmas Tree and within a blink of an eye was dust. The remaining two came at him in full force. Spike swung his right fist around and connected solidly with the other minion's jaw. His assailant fell to the ground. Spike quickly whipped a stake out of his pants and staked the minion, while it was still dazed. This just left the leader to deal with now.
Now the head vampire with the tacky 80's attire and Spike faced off. Spike was starting to feel pretty good about his chances of coming out of this unscathed. They faced off and the fists started to fly. Just as Spike began to think he was going to win, the vamp pulled out a knife, slashing it across Spike's bare chest. The blood started to flow from the wound and Spike dropped to his knees, clutching his chest to slow down the bleeding. The vampire kneeled in front of Spike and quickly pinned Spike arms behind his back. Spike attempted to protest. The vampire lowered his head and began to lap the blood off Spike's chest. At that moment Spike felt violated in the worst way possible. He felt his body tense and a wave of nausea passed over him. The vampire slowly made his way to Spike's neck which he nipped at with blunt teeth before he sunk in with his razor sharp fangs.
Spike saw his life pass before his eyes before everything went dark.
Buffy dashed out the door in search of Spike. She couldn't believe how much time she had wasted by denying her feelings for him. Spike was who she wanted, he was the man that she needed. She reminisced of the light touches, passionate kisses, and stolen glances as she roamed the streets of downtown LA. She couldn't believe how blind she had been and how Angel had snapped her out of her selfish little Buffy Land. Part of her would always love Angel, he was her first true love, but she had come to realize that he had always been more of her guardian than anything. He knew what was best for her, regardless of whether she knew that at the time or not. Spike was her equal. For all his age and knowledge, they were on the same page. Especially in his human form, he was going through everything for the first time.
There were so many things she wanted to tell him. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him. She didn't want to waste anymore time. Buffy thought about what their life together was going to be like. She wanted them to finally get married. She wanted more children. She wouldn't have to work two jobs, she would have more time to spend with Julia. No more sleeping alone. There would be someone there to love her, she would have someone to love. It was almost as if this dark cloud had been lifted, everything seemed to clear to her now.
She followed the route that she figured that Spike would take home from Angel Investigations. She was deliriously happy about what her future had in store for her.
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Spike began to make his way back home. It was almost 3 am and he felt like a lousy parent. He had left Jules with Dawn all night. He wasn't sure what Angel had said to Buffy, and honestly he was to the point that he didn't care anymore. He loved Buffy with all his heart, but he wasn't sure if he could play this emotional tug of war anymore. It was impossibly draining to him in his mortal form. He wasn't sure how much longer he could handle this mortality. He thought about dying on a daily basis. It frightened him. He had been on this earth for the last hundred and fifty years in one form or another. He was not looking forward to giving it up. Buffy, Dawn, and Julia were the only things keeping him here, and Buffy was the only one that couldn't accept him the way that he was before. It was times like this, when he felt vulnerable and weak, where he missed his fangs and fists approach to things. He was sick and tired of being weak. He was tired of everything.
Spike was too busy in his own world of self pity to notice the three vamps that were trailing him. Overall the bunch was rather pathetic. Two were obviously fledglings, most likely not even out of the ground for two weeks. The leader was dressed circa 1983, so if Spike had still been Spike, the vamp trio would have been dust within a matter of moments. The group was obviously new to the area. Most of the vamps around town knew who Spike was, and left him alone. Even though he was human now, he was still protected by the Slayer and Angel with his rogue group demon hunters.
Spike was no threat to them anymore, so most of the vamps and other demons let him be, just to avoid the wrath of the soulled vampire, or worse yet, the Slayer. The trio of rejects stalking the lean man had no idea who he was, or they simply didn't care and were deeply stupid. Two of them didn't, anyway.
The trio quickened their pace to catch up with Spike and started to be needlessly noisy, wanting to scare their pray. Spike heard the commotion and quickened his steps. The noises were growing louder as Spike broke into a run. The vamps began to move more quickly, liking the chase that Spike was putting up. Spike soon faced a chain link fence and struggled to climb over it. The vampires were hot on his trail. Just as Spike climbed over the top and dropped to the bottom the trio practically jumped over the fence and were fast to close in. Spike saw he was losing ground. Thinking fast he ripped off his T-shirt in the dirty, rat infested alley. Spike then grabbed a broken piece of wood and wrapped the now haggard shirt around it. The vamps were a mere twenty feet away from him, and closing in. Spike dug through his pockets and found his lucky Zippo. Even though he had quit smoking about five years ago, he still carried it out of habit. He was thankful for that habit at this moment. With his ghetto rigged torch, he quickly lit it and mentally figured out which of the vamps was the slowest, therefore making it the best target. Spike tried to warn the trio off.
"Come on mates, I'll let this slip by and not kill you all if you wanna play nice, and run along on your merry way. Don't really want to fuck with William the Bloody, do you?" Spike said, more trying to convince himself, than his attackers.
The leaders eyes brightened with acknowledgment of the man standing before him. He let out a surprisingly soft laugh given his size. His minions looked at him in bewilderment.
"William the Bloody. Spike. The slayer of Slayers, the scourge of Europe. It looks like him, talks like him, sure as hell doesn't smell like him though. You smell human to me, you smell like dinner." The head vampire said, running his tongue over his razor sharp teeth.
"Had a bit of a curse put on me, I'm afraid. I'm telling you for the last time to back the fuck off before I get mid-evil on your ass. I'll let the entire demon world know that a human kicked your ass from here to Philly. Bunch of dress wearing nancy boys."
Instead of dignifying Spike with an answer, the vamps simply charged at Spike. Spike quickly threw his torch at the smallest of the group. The poor bastard lit up like a Christmas Tree and within a blink of an eye was dust. The remaining two came at him in full force. Spike swung his right fist around and connected solidly with the other minion's jaw. His assailant fell to the ground. Spike quickly whipped a stake out of his pants and staked the minion, while it was still dazed. This just left the leader to deal with now.
Now the head vampire with the tacky 80's attire and Spike faced off. Spike was starting to feel pretty good about his chances of coming out of this unscathed. They faced off and the fists started to fly. Just as Spike began to think he was going to win, the vamp pulled out a knife, slashing it across Spike's bare chest. The blood started to flow from the wound and Spike dropped to his knees, clutching his chest to slow down the bleeding. The vampire kneeled in front of Spike and quickly pinned Spike arms behind his back. Spike attempted to protest. The vampire lowered his head and began to lap the blood off Spike's chest. At that moment Spike felt violated in the worst way possible. He felt his body tense and a wave of nausea passed over him. The vampire slowly made his way to Spike's neck which he nipped at with blunt teeth before he sunk in with his razor sharp fangs.
Spike saw his life pass before his eyes before everything went dark.