Dancing on the Edge: 4
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Btvs.
A/N: Hi all. Sorry for the delay on updates. Enjoy. Skyz
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Chapter: 4
Buffy couldn't keep the look of distaste that formed to herself and soon she found herself sending looks William's way.
Abruptly Spike paused and looked over at her.
"What is it?" he demanded as he shifted the weight of the backpack he had on his back and waited patiently for her to speak.
Buffy hesitated.
"Okay....I have followed you this far and really I think I deserve an explanation about why we're wandering through the sewers in the middle of the night!"
Spike sighed and wondered how to explain all of this to her and not make it seem as if he were as crazy as all his relatives were. That he'd not had a conscious part in her daughter's kidnapping.
"In a minute. We're almost there," was all he allowed himself to say.
Buffy let out an irritated sigh and followed him as he began to move again. Her gaze followed him and she couldn't help but think he was keeping his own secrets too. Certainly about the Council and that crazy Ripper man. She wondered how he was going to explain all of this without making her freak out.
In a way, she was relieved that Ripper had already told her about the Council and why he wanted Terri. There was only so much she could take. She glanced once again at Spike and decided abruptly at their next stop she was going to have to get him to explain and get the ball rolling on the baby plan.
She was wasting time she really didn't have.
Gritting her teeth, she hurried to catch up with him.The next step in her seduction wasn't something she was looking forward to.
~*~
Kingston wasn't a man too keen on tradition. He did what he wanted when he wanted and it was always fulfilling and exciting. Two things he craved more than anything else.
Even more than blood at times.
Now though he was beginning to rethink that. Tradition wasn't such a bad thing, he mused.
Some traditions were meant to be followed and passed down from generation to generation.
Sitting in his large leather armchair, he stared thoughtfully into the roaring fire in the fireplace before him. Lifted a large glass of blood to his lips and thought about what tradition meant to him. Not much, he knew.
However, he was willing to put that aside to further the bloodline.
"Sir?" a timid voice came from the door way and he lifted his head to look at his servant.
"Yes?" he asked sharply.
"Sir...there have been reports that there's been movement in the tunnels down below."
Kingston straightened and put down his glass.
"What?" he demanded.
"Sir there had-"
"I heard what you said! Show me," Kingston ordered as he hefted his large frame from his chair and followed his servant out of his study.
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Spike nervously watched as Buffy tossed her backpack to the ground and with a sigh leaned against the wall taking out a large bottle of water.
He wasn't sure, why he was so afraid of her response to his revelations, it wasn't as if he needed her belief that he wasn't like the Council. That he was not a fanatic about evil and Slayers. In fact, he'd left all of that behind when he'd left the fold.
"So care to explain some more?" Buffy finally asked taking sip of her water.
Nodding he rested on the wall next to her.
"Angel and I weren't raised in a normal house hold. See we were raised in something....well you could call it a cult," he grimaced as he said it and glanced at her in embarrassment. "They-the Council believes that evil wanders the earth in the form of vampires and creatures that go bump in the bloody night."
He paused to see how she was reacting to his words.
She looked stoic and unfazed. He hoped she stayed that way.
"Well...they believed that one of them was capable of fathering a Slayer. A Slayer is a girl who is endowed with super human strength to fight vampires and other evil beings. We haven't had a Slayer in over a hundred years. Nevertheless, my-our bloodline Angel and mine has the potential to do it. To sire Slayers. I never wanted any part of it. I knew....I knew they would only manipulate and control the girls-my daughters. I couldn't have that so I left."
He looked at her again and caught her staring at him.
"Well...Slayer's and vampires. Do you really expect me to believe this? How does this concern Terri?"
"Don't you see? Terri is a Slayer! Angel could sire them too and he has! With you."
Buffy managed to look as shocked as she could as she clutched her bottle of water to her chest and stared at him wide eyed and frightened.
"And you just said you got away from them because you knew they wouldn't be a good influence on Slayers! Oh my God what will they do to Terri?!" she demanded genuinely frightened now.
So far, she'd been able to push her fear for her daughter out of her head as she concentrated on getting to William.
Spike shifted to face her and wondered how to phrase his next revelation.
"She shouldn't be in any real danger," he mumbled. "See....Angel's blood is...tainted. His father wasn't one the Council picked for our mother and when she had him, he only got some much potential. See that's where I come in. My blood is pure. I can-I'm the only one who can actually make the Slayers' they're obsessed with."
Buffy frowned and looked at him closely. Ripper hadn't mentioned this. That Terri wasn't a Slayer they wanted. She had assumed since she was a Slayer they would want her. Now it seemed she had been wrong. This was why they wanted her to have a baby with William. To make a pure Slayer so they could control it.
"So you're like--but why would they take Terri? You didn't even know about her!"
Spike looked contrite and ashamed.
"Because they knew I would find out about it and get out in the open. They'll use her as a bargaining chip and I won't be used," Spike muttered fiercely.
Buffy's mind worked furiously as Spike gave her an intensely curious look. He may not want to be used, she thought but this was the only way for her to get Terri back. So if she had to use him, she would.
It wasn't too much of a struggle to let the tears start to fall.
"But....what if they kill her? I couldn't-I wouldn't be able to survive that. I love her so much and if-"she sobbed.
Spike swallowed and closed his eyes briefly before he reached out.
"Oh Buffy," he muttered. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean I wouldn't help her. Wouldn't save her! I will, I swear it," he whispered softly.
He was so close, she could feel his heat and it slowly began to envelope her. She wondered vaguely if she hadn't had some of that potion herself.
She hadn't been this close to a man in months not even when Angel was still alive. She'd missed the physical contact. William was a gorgeous man, no doubt. That face, those cheekbones. Those eyes. He was a perfect example of the male species. So different from Angel... And not in a bad way.
She inhaled sharply at the direction of her thoughts and lifted her head from his shoulder.
Spike's face held concern and a hesitant expectation of rejection as he watched her look at him through tear blurred eyes.
"I'm sorry," Buffy whispered.
He cocked his head slightly to the side and smiled slightly.
"For what?" he asked as he cupped her face gently and wiped at her tear stained cheeks.
"Your childhood sounds like it sucked," she said half laughing, half crying.
Spike let out a choked laugh and leaned his forehead against hers.
"It was...interesting," he muttered brushed his lips across her cheek just as she turned her head.
Their lips brushed against one another softly.
Spike's eyes were open as they looked into Buffy's. Filled with questions and unexpected desire.
He saw the same emotions reflected in her eyes.
"Buffy," he whispered her name hoarsely.
They moved at the same time, his hands gripped her waist and pulled her closer. Hers settled against his chest as she lifted her face and he lowered his head.
They kissed.
Hungrily.
Desperately.
What are you doing, a tiny voice in his head asked as they kissed again and again. This woman just lost her husband! Your brother!
Angel was a poof, a fool. Didn't deserve her, he thought back as he nibbled on her bottom lip, let his hands roam freely over her back.
What are you doing? A scandalized voice demanded to know inside Buffy's head as she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Thrust her hands inside and ran them hungrily over the wide expanse of heated skin.
Gonna make a baby.
In a sewer?
Shut up! This is-Buffy's thoughts broke off as Spike's head lowered to her neck and trailed a fiery path to her collarbone, nuzzled the soft silky skin of her shoulders.
She moaned.
Oh...okay I see where this is going. Continue.
I will, Buffy thought as she opened her eyes. She wanted to look at him, see him.
What she saw though made her scream.
Spike's head jerked up and he looked around wildly.
Swore at what he saw.
Vampires surrounded them, their eyes glowing eerily in the dimly lit sewers.
"Fuck me I'm stupid," Spike yelled as the vampires descended on them.
"William," Buffy yelled in horror as one of them grabbed her and hauled her close.
"Leave her alone! You touch one hair on her head and my father's never gonna see me again," Spike yelled as he struggled against the vampires that held him.
Buffy frowned.
Struggled uselessly as they were dragged away.
"I thought your father was dead?" she called out confused.
"He is," Spike replied coldly.
"Then what-"Buffy began.
"He's a vampire," Spike spat out harshly.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Btvs.
A/N: Hi all. Sorry for the delay on updates. Enjoy. Skyz
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Chapter: 4
Buffy couldn't keep the look of distaste that formed to herself and soon she found herself sending looks William's way.
Abruptly Spike paused and looked over at her.
"What is it?" he demanded as he shifted the weight of the backpack he had on his back and waited patiently for her to speak.
Buffy hesitated.
"Okay....I have followed you this far and really I think I deserve an explanation about why we're wandering through the sewers in the middle of the night!"
Spike sighed and wondered how to explain all of this to her and not make it seem as if he were as crazy as all his relatives were. That he'd not had a conscious part in her daughter's kidnapping.
"In a minute. We're almost there," was all he allowed himself to say.
Buffy let out an irritated sigh and followed him as he began to move again. Her gaze followed him and she couldn't help but think he was keeping his own secrets too. Certainly about the Council and that crazy Ripper man. She wondered how he was going to explain all of this without making her freak out.
In a way, she was relieved that Ripper had already told her about the Council and why he wanted Terri. There was only so much she could take. She glanced once again at Spike and decided abruptly at their next stop she was going to have to get him to explain and get the ball rolling on the baby plan.
She was wasting time she really didn't have.
Gritting her teeth, she hurried to catch up with him.The next step in her seduction wasn't something she was looking forward to.
~*~
Kingston wasn't a man too keen on tradition. He did what he wanted when he wanted and it was always fulfilling and exciting. Two things he craved more than anything else.
Even more than blood at times.
Now though he was beginning to rethink that. Tradition wasn't such a bad thing, he mused.
Some traditions were meant to be followed and passed down from generation to generation.
Sitting in his large leather armchair, he stared thoughtfully into the roaring fire in the fireplace before him. Lifted a large glass of blood to his lips and thought about what tradition meant to him. Not much, he knew.
However, he was willing to put that aside to further the bloodline.
"Sir?" a timid voice came from the door way and he lifted his head to look at his servant.
"Yes?" he asked sharply.
"Sir...there have been reports that there's been movement in the tunnels down below."
Kingston straightened and put down his glass.
"What?" he demanded.
"Sir there had-"
"I heard what you said! Show me," Kingston ordered as he hefted his large frame from his chair and followed his servant out of his study.
~*~
Spike nervously watched as Buffy tossed her backpack to the ground and with a sigh leaned against the wall taking out a large bottle of water.
He wasn't sure, why he was so afraid of her response to his revelations, it wasn't as if he needed her belief that he wasn't like the Council. That he was not a fanatic about evil and Slayers. In fact, he'd left all of that behind when he'd left the fold.
"So care to explain some more?" Buffy finally asked taking sip of her water.
Nodding he rested on the wall next to her.
"Angel and I weren't raised in a normal house hold. See we were raised in something....well you could call it a cult," he grimaced as he said it and glanced at her in embarrassment. "They-the Council believes that evil wanders the earth in the form of vampires and creatures that go bump in the bloody night."
He paused to see how she was reacting to his words.
She looked stoic and unfazed. He hoped she stayed that way.
"Well...they believed that one of them was capable of fathering a Slayer. A Slayer is a girl who is endowed with super human strength to fight vampires and other evil beings. We haven't had a Slayer in over a hundred years. Nevertheless, my-our bloodline Angel and mine has the potential to do it. To sire Slayers. I never wanted any part of it. I knew....I knew they would only manipulate and control the girls-my daughters. I couldn't have that so I left."
He looked at her again and caught her staring at him.
"Well...Slayer's and vampires. Do you really expect me to believe this? How does this concern Terri?"
"Don't you see? Terri is a Slayer! Angel could sire them too and he has! With you."
Buffy managed to look as shocked as she could as she clutched her bottle of water to her chest and stared at him wide eyed and frightened.
"And you just said you got away from them because you knew they wouldn't be a good influence on Slayers! Oh my God what will they do to Terri?!" she demanded genuinely frightened now.
So far, she'd been able to push her fear for her daughter out of her head as she concentrated on getting to William.
Spike shifted to face her and wondered how to phrase his next revelation.
"She shouldn't be in any real danger," he mumbled. "See....Angel's blood is...tainted. His father wasn't one the Council picked for our mother and when she had him, he only got some much potential. See that's where I come in. My blood is pure. I can-I'm the only one who can actually make the Slayers' they're obsessed with."
Buffy frowned and looked at him closely. Ripper hadn't mentioned this. That Terri wasn't a Slayer they wanted. She had assumed since she was a Slayer they would want her. Now it seemed she had been wrong. This was why they wanted her to have a baby with William. To make a pure Slayer so they could control it.
"So you're like--but why would they take Terri? You didn't even know about her!"
Spike looked contrite and ashamed.
"Because they knew I would find out about it and get out in the open. They'll use her as a bargaining chip and I won't be used," Spike muttered fiercely.
Buffy's mind worked furiously as Spike gave her an intensely curious look. He may not want to be used, she thought but this was the only way for her to get Terri back. So if she had to use him, she would.
It wasn't too much of a struggle to let the tears start to fall.
"But....what if they kill her? I couldn't-I wouldn't be able to survive that. I love her so much and if-"she sobbed.
Spike swallowed and closed his eyes briefly before he reached out.
"Oh Buffy," he muttered. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean I wouldn't help her. Wouldn't save her! I will, I swear it," he whispered softly.
He was so close, she could feel his heat and it slowly began to envelope her. She wondered vaguely if she hadn't had some of that potion herself.
She hadn't been this close to a man in months not even when Angel was still alive. She'd missed the physical contact. William was a gorgeous man, no doubt. That face, those cheekbones. Those eyes. He was a perfect example of the male species. So different from Angel... And not in a bad way.
She inhaled sharply at the direction of her thoughts and lifted her head from his shoulder.
Spike's face held concern and a hesitant expectation of rejection as he watched her look at him through tear blurred eyes.
"I'm sorry," Buffy whispered.
He cocked his head slightly to the side and smiled slightly.
"For what?" he asked as he cupped her face gently and wiped at her tear stained cheeks.
"Your childhood sounds like it sucked," she said half laughing, half crying.
Spike let out a choked laugh and leaned his forehead against hers.
"It was...interesting," he muttered brushed his lips across her cheek just as she turned her head.
Their lips brushed against one another softly.
Spike's eyes were open as they looked into Buffy's. Filled with questions and unexpected desire.
He saw the same emotions reflected in her eyes.
"Buffy," he whispered her name hoarsely.
They moved at the same time, his hands gripped her waist and pulled her closer. Hers settled against his chest as she lifted her face and he lowered his head.
They kissed.
Hungrily.
Desperately.
What are you doing, a tiny voice in his head asked as they kissed again and again. This woman just lost her husband! Your brother!
Angel was a poof, a fool. Didn't deserve her, he thought back as he nibbled on her bottom lip, let his hands roam freely over her back.
What are you doing? A scandalized voice demanded to know inside Buffy's head as she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Thrust her hands inside and ran them hungrily over the wide expanse of heated skin.
Gonna make a baby.
In a sewer?
Shut up! This is-Buffy's thoughts broke off as Spike's head lowered to her neck and trailed a fiery path to her collarbone, nuzzled the soft silky skin of her shoulders.
She moaned.
Oh...okay I see where this is going. Continue.
I will, Buffy thought as she opened her eyes. She wanted to look at him, see him.
What she saw though made her scream.
Spike's head jerked up and he looked around wildly.
Swore at what he saw.
Vampires surrounded them, their eyes glowing eerily in the dimly lit sewers.
"Fuck me I'm stupid," Spike yelled as the vampires descended on them.
"William," Buffy yelled in horror as one of them grabbed her and hauled her close.
"Leave her alone! You touch one hair on her head and my father's never gonna see me again," Spike yelled as he struggled against the vampires that held him.
Buffy frowned.
Struggled uselessly as they were dragged away.
"I thought your father was dead?" she called out confused.
"He is," Spike replied coldly.
"Then what-"Buffy began.
"He's a vampire," Spike spat out harshly.