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Buffy cowered on her bed, clutching Spike's shirt that he had left on her floor yesterday afternoon. She inhaled the scent from it, a scent of bloodsmokedeathsexlove. It almost drove her insane, the image of Spike and that.that thing.on her bed..him on her.flesh on flesh.and that damn smell, the roses and water scent. * No matter how much incense was burned, that fucking smell wouldn't go away. Why won't it go away? Please, God, please make it go away. It's killing me.. *she thought. She had torn at her body.wondered what was wrong with her, why Spike didn't love her anymore. * Why the fuck did I wait so long, deny him so much? Why couldn't I fucking admit to loving him? * She wished she had told him before Rowan had come and taken him away from her. Before her life seemed like it had fallen apart at the seams. She remembered the coup de grace, when she saw the two walking together; kissing, fondling, and running. She had followed them, until she saw them kill a deer together. She was fascinated and disgusted at the same time. Then after they started making love, she ran and ran until she got home. She couldn't sleep in her own room, because of the smell. She passed out on the couch, tears not yet dry on her cheeks. It felt like someone had ripped out a part of her soul. She hugged the shirt to her chest, trying to remember how Spike felt, his arms around her. She curled into a ball and tried to remember.. -The Night Before-
Spike grabbed Rowan and pulled her to him, and looked into her silver- blue eyes, pressing his nose to hers. He kissed her on the lips, and felt her tongue pressing, seeking to meet his. He invited her in, and soul- kissed her hard, pulling the breath from her lungs. She gasped and pulled away from him, smiling. They ran together, under the moon. Rowan had gotten cabin (or was it crypt?) fever, and suggested they run. The night air felt good on Spike's bare chest, and he took off for Rowan, chasing her. She turned around and rammed into him, pushing him to the ground. "I'm winning, Spike, and you're not.getting soft in your old age?" she teased. She kissed him, and grew her teeth a little. She softly bit his neck, and soul-kissed him. He pressed himself to her, and she grinned evilly. "Got a problem?" He groaned a little, and said, "Nothing that in't your fault, luv." he whispered, kissing her ear. She went nose-to-nose with him, and looked into his deep blue eyes. "You don't remember Pack law, do you? Before you can claim a mate, you have to catch her." She jumped up and ran away from him, laughing. He moaned inwardly, and got up to follow.
Rowan ran from Spike, teasing him further. She wouldn't let him get her that easily. She ran, enjoying the feel of the moonlight on her skin. She smelled a human, and faltered slightly in her step. * Buffy? * she thought. Then she grinned. * I'll show that stuck-up bitch exactly what she lost. * She turned to Spike, who was nearly on her any way. She kissed him, and whispered, "Wanna help me hunt? I could catch you something." He looked at her oddly, then nodded. As they walked slowly, Spike went game face. His yellow eyes revealed a ferocity within that had been repressed for a long time. They caught the scent of the doe at the same time, and took off for it. Rowan caught it, and Spike bit it hard in it's life vein. Blood spurted out, and Rowan Changed in mid-leap. She went up human and came down wolf. She ripped open the throat of the doe, watching the last few glimmers of life in her eye fade away. Rowan and Spike tore apart the deer, feasting on the life-blood and meat. They finished their meal, and lay down to rest, full and tired. Rowan was still in wolf form, and she could smell the fear and disgust radiating off the Slayer. Rowan stood on her paws, and seemed to stretch upward her paws forming hands that reached for the stars. Spike watched her through half-closed eyes, seeing her Changing into a human façade, to mask her true form; a wild, untamable daughter of the night. She turned to him, and smiled. She reached out an arm, asking him to come to her. He stood, muscles rippling across his chest. He walked to her, and took her in his arms. He kissed her, and trailed love-bites down her neck to her chest. She moaned, and tried to pull him down with her. He shook his head and smirked. "Not yet, luv. I'm not ready yet," She looked at him longingly. He unzipped his fly and stripped off his pants. "Now I'm ready." He threw himself to the ground and wrestled with her, pinning her to the ground. He growled in her face, and kissed her with a feral passion. He pressed himself against her, and she reached down to stroke him. He groaned, and entered her, throwing them into a passion that the goddess of the moon couldn't kill.
When Buffy got home, she calmly walked into the kitchen, where before had merriment passed between that bitch and her friends. She opened a drawer, and drew out a serrated steak knife. She thought about how, with a simple movement, she could release herself from this torment and return to Heaven. But then she thought of how much Xander and Willow would miss her, how Dawnie would be destroyed. That's when Buffy realized she had nothing to live for.That she kept on for others, who needed her. Giles, Willow, Xander, and Dawn all needed her, to be there, to stay alive. * And so I shall. * she thought. * But I WILL take my revenge on that bitch wolf. *And she grinned.and laughed.
Author's note: Well, this is how it's turning out. Can anyone guess what happens next? Oh, and please donate some pie to me, because my friend is a greedy person who doesn't share. No one was hurt, but a few goldfish were thrown about.
Buffy cowered on her bed, clutching Spike's shirt that he had left on her floor yesterday afternoon. She inhaled the scent from it, a scent of bloodsmokedeathsexlove. It almost drove her insane, the image of Spike and that.that thing.on her bed..him on her.flesh on flesh.and that damn smell, the roses and water scent. * No matter how much incense was burned, that fucking smell wouldn't go away. Why won't it go away? Please, God, please make it go away. It's killing me.. *she thought. She had torn at her body.wondered what was wrong with her, why Spike didn't love her anymore. * Why the fuck did I wait so long, deny him so much? Why couldn't I fucking admit to loving him? * She wished she had told him before Rowan had come and taken him away from her. Before her life seemed like it had fallen apart at the seams. She remembered the coup de grace, when she saw the two walking together; kissing, fondling, and running. She had followed them, until she saw them kill a deer together. She was fascinated and disgusted at the same time. Then after they started making love, she ran and ran until she got home. She couldn't sleep in her own room, because of the smell. She passed out on the couch, tears not yet dry on her cheeks. It felt like someone had ripped out a part of her soul. She hugged the shirt to her chest, trying to remember how Spike felt, his arms around her. She curled into a ball and tried to remember.. -The Night Before-
Spike grabbed Rowan and pulled her to him, and looked into her silver- blue eyes, pressing his nose to hers. He kissed her on the lips, and felt her tongue pressing, seeking to meet his. He invited her in, and soul- kissed her hard, pulling the breath from her lungs. She gasped and pulled away from him, smiling. They ran together, under the moon. Rowan had gotten cabin (or was it crypt?) fever, and suggested they run. The night air felt good on Spike's bare chest, and he took off for Rowan, chasing her. She turned around and rammed into him, pushing him to the ground. "I'm winning, Spike, and you're not.getting soft in your old age?" she teased. She kissed him, and grew her teeth a little. She softly bit his neck, and soul-kissed him. He pressed himself to her, and she grinned evilly. "Got a problem?" He groaned a little, and said, "Nothing that in't your fault, luv." he whispered, kissing her ear. She went nose-to-nose with him, and looked into his deep blue eyes. "You don't remember Pack law, do you? Before you can claim a mate, you have to catch her." She jumped up and ran away from him, laughing. He moaned inwardly, and got up to follow.
Rowan ran from Spike, teasing him further. She wouldn't let him get her that easily. She ran, enjoying the feel of the moonlight on her skin. She smelled a human, and faltered slightly in her step. * Buffy? * she thought. Then she grinned. * I'll show that stuck-up bitch exactly what she lost. * She turned to Spike, who was nearly on her any way. She kissed him, and whispered, "Wanna help me hunt? I could catch you something." He looked at her oddly, then nodded. As they walked slowly, Spike went game face. His yellow eyes revealed a ferocity within that had been repressed for a long time. They caught the scent of the doe at the same time, and took off for it. Rowan caught it, and Spike bit it hard in it's life vein. Blood spurted out, and Rowan Changed in mid-leap. She went up human and came down wolf. She ripped open the throat of the doe, watching the last few glimmers of life in her eye fade away. Rowan and Spike tore apart the deer, feasting on the life-blood and meat. They finished their meal, and lay down to rest, full and tired. Rowan was still in wolf form, and she could smell the fear and disgust radiating off the Slayer. Rowan stood on her paws, and seemed to stretch upward her paws forming hands that reached for the stars. Spike watched her through half-closed eyes, seeing her Changing into a human façade, to mask her true form; a wild, untamable daughter of the night. She turned to him, and smiled. She reached out an arm, asking him to come to her. He stood, muscles rippling across his chest. He walked to her, and took her in his arms. He kissed her, and trailed love-bites down her neck to her chest. She moaned, and tried to pull him down with her. He shook his head and smirked. "Not yet, luv. I'm not ready yet," She looked at him longingly. He unzipped his fly and stripped off his pants. "Now I'm ready." He threw himself to the ground and wrestled with her, pinning her to the ground. He growled in her face, and kissed her with a feral passion. He pressed himself against her, and she reached down to stroke him. He groaned, and entered her, throwing them into a passion that the goddess of the moon couldn't kill.
When Buffy got home, she calmly walked into the kitchen, where before had merriment passed between that bitch and her friends. She opened a drawer, and drew out a serrated steak knife. She thought about how, with a simple movement, she could release herself from this torment and return to Heaven. But then she thought of how much Xander and Willow would miss her, how Dawnie would be destroyed. That's when Buffy realized she had nothing to live for.That she kept on for others, who needed her. Giles, Willow, Xander, and Dawn all needed her, to be there, to stay alive. * And so I shall. * she thought. * But I WILL take my revenge on that bitch wolf. *And she grinned.and laughed.
Author's note: Well, this is how it's turning out. Can anyone guess what happens next? Oh, and please donate some pie to me, because my friend is a greedy person who doesn't share. No one was hurt, but a few goldfish were thrown about.