Dancing on the Edge
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Btvs
A/N: Hi all. Sorry for the delay in updates. Will try to do better but I've got a bit on my plate at the moment. Kinda short but more will be coming. Enjoy. Skyz.
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Ch: 5
He's a vampire.
That sentence flittered through Buffy's mind as she was shoved into a seat in a large study and her hands were bound behind her.
She lifted her wary and beyond confused gaze to the huge man who was now pacing before her.
Back and forth.
He's a vampire, she thought dazedly.
The man was huge. Tall about six feet five inches, wide through the shoulders, narrow in the hips that tapered down to powerfully built thighs encased in snug leather pants.
Leather pants, Buffy shook her head. There was a roaring fire, the room was sweltering, and the man was wearing leather pants! She couldn't believe that this man was a vampire. He looked....he looked so normal.
"So," he suddenly spoke causing Buffy to jump in surprise at the deepness of it. The warmth in it.
Buffy's eyes skirted away from him as he paused in front of her and lifted one huge hand to tilt her chin upwards.
She inwardly cringed as the cold hand touched her. Dear God, she thought. He's cold. Like ice. Dead a little voice in her head reminded her. This was what Ripper wanted her daughter-the child she was going to have to kill. Creatures like these. Innocent looking at first glance.
Buffy let her eyes meet his and stared into the bluest eyes she had ever seen except for one. Then it made sense since they were related.
"Don't touch me," she spat out jerking her chin form his grasp.
Her show of defiance amused him and he let out a loud laugh. He studied her and clasped his hands together.
Buffy had no doubt this man was dangerous. That he'd let her do that. That if he wanted to he could kill her in the blink of an eye. She could sense his power.
"I see what my son sees in you," he murmured as he resumed pacing. "Feisty and beautiful."
"Listen. I don't know what the hell's going on here but you can't keep me here and William won't allow you to harm me," Buffy stated coldly glaring at him as he pondered this.
"William? Ah, well this is a surprise. You think I want to harm you? That I would disrespect my son by killing his....lover?" he asked curiously. "I assure you that is the farthest thing from my mind. However, I am curious why are you with Spike? Ah yes he goes by Spike. Never really liked his given name you see. Dastardly name it is."
Buffy frowned and tried to decipher a way to answer his questions with out giving too much away.
"I'm Buffy," she muttered instead of answering his question.
Kingston's brow rose.
"What an unusual name. Buffy," he rolled it around his tongue and shook his head. "Spike and Buffy. Well I'm Kingston. It is a pleasure to meet you Buffy."
Buffy rolled her eyes.
"I'm sure it is," she muttered sarcasm dripping from her voice. "And hey Buffy's a perfectly fine name! And like you're one to talk. Who names their kid Kingston? That's just paving the path to bullies beating the hell out of you. Except that, you're a demon huh? Vampire isn't that right? Guess that maybe the name fits you. You seem to be somewhat kingly. So I guess your name is-"
"No need to be nervous Buffy. And I assure you my name was given to me by my father and passed down from my grand father and great grand-"
"Blah, blah. When are you going to untie me Kingston? It's unlikely I can even hurt you. Much less attempt too. I'm a measly human," Buffy cajoled sweetly as she smiled at him widely.
Kingston smirked an exact replica of Spike's his blue eyes twinkling.
"Not yet. Soon dear. I have to have a conversation with my wayward son and when I'm finished with that then we will see."
Buffy scowled and watched as Kingston strode out.
She wondered how Spike could have possible come from him. God that man was huge and Spike was so not. Not tall but not too, short either. In fact, if she were to think about it he was the perfect size for her. Not big and massive like Angel but lean and thin but well muscled.
Delicious, she thought then shook her head.
She shouldn't be thinking about his body, she told herself and scrunched her face up as she told herself to think about her plan, which had been derailed.
Sure, she had gotten close to him but not close enough to get pregnant. And she hadn't even used the potion. She made a slight noise of self-disgust. She couldn't believe she'd practically had sex with Spike in a sewer. Way to make with the memories.
Shoving those thoughts aside she closed her eyes and tried to relax. Think about the plan, she told herself again as her thoughts strayed to Spike.
I'll think about the plan in a minute, she thought. I'll just indulge for a moment before I deal with the plan.
~*~
Spike paced the room he'd been placed in with short angry steps. His hair was beyond mussed from his fingers and Buffy's and his mouth was smeared with light red lipstick.
His clothes were wrinkled and dirty and he generally looked how he felt. Like shit. Angry and disgusted all at once.
"Damn him," he muttered aloud as his door was thrust open and his father stood there.
"Well damn me if you will but I'd like my question answered," Kingston drawled as he stepped in and slammed the door shut.
Spike stiffened and glared up at Kingston.
"What's that?" he growled.
"How the hell did you get tangled up with your brother's wife?" Kingston demanded.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Btvs
A/N: Hi all. Sorry for the delay in updates. Will try to do better but I've got a bit on my plate at the moment. Kinda short but more will be coming. Enjoy. Skyz.
~*~
Ch: 5
He's a vampire.
That sentence flittered through Buffy's mind as she was shoved into a seat in a large study and her hands were bound behind her.
She lifted her wary and beyond confused gaze to the huge man who was now pacing before her.
Back and forth.
He's a vampire, she thought dazedly.
The man was huge. Tall about six feet five inches, wide through the shoulders, narrow in the hips that tapered down to powerfully built thighs encased in snug leather pants.
Leather pants, Buffy shook her head. There was a roaring fire, the room was sweltering, and the man was wearing leather pants! She couldn't believe that this man was a vampire. He looked....he looked so normal.
"So," he suddenly spoke causing Buffy to jump in surprise at the deepness of it. The warmth in it.
Buffy's eyes skirted away from him as he paused in front of her and lifted one huge hand to tilt her chin upwards.
She inwardly cringed as the cold hand touched her. Dear God, she thought. He's cold. Like ice. Dead a little voice in her head reminded her. This was what Ripper wanted her daughter-the child she was going to have to kill. Creatures like these. Innocent looking at first glance.
Buffy let her eyes meet his and stared into the bluest eyes she had ever seen except for one. Then it made sense since they were related.
"Don't touch me," she spat out jerking her chin form his grasp.
Her show of defiance amused him and he let out a loud laugh. He studied her and clasped his hands together.
Buffy had no doubt this man was dangerous. That he'd let her do that. That if he wanted to he could kill her in the blink of an eye. She could sense his power.
"I see what my son sees in you," he murmured as he resumed pacing. "Feisty and beautiful."
"Listen. I don't know what the hell's going on here but you can't keep me here and William won't allow you to harm me," Buffy stated coldly glaring at him as he pondered this.
"William? Ah, well this is a surprise. You think I want to harm you? That I would disrespect my son by killing his....lover?" he asked curiously. "I assure you that is the farthest thing from my mind. However, I am curious why are you with Spike? Ah yes he goes by Spike. Never really liked his given name you see. Dastardly name it is."
Buffy frowned and tried to decipher a way to answer his questions with out giving too much away.
"I'm Buffy," she muttered instead of answering his question.
Kingston's brow rose.
"What an unusual name. Buffy," he rolled it around his tongue and shook his head. "Spike and Buffy. Well I'm Kingston. It is a pleasure to meet you Buffy."
Buffy rolled her eyes.
"I'm sure it is," she muttered sarcasm dripping from her voice. "And hey Buffy's a perfectly fine name! And like you're one to talk. Who names their kid Kingston? That's just paving the path to bullies beating the hell out of you. Except that, you're a demon huh? Vampire isn't that right? Guess that maybe the name fits you. You seem to be somewhat kingly. So I guess your name is-"
"No need to be nervous Buffy. And I assure you my name was given to me by my father and passed down from my grand father and great grand-"
"Blah, blah. When are you going to untie me Kingston? It's unlikely I can even hurt you. Much less attempt too. I'm a measly human," Buffy cajoled sweetly as she smiled at him widely.
Kingston smirked an exact replica of Spike's his blue eyes twinkling.
"Not yet. Soon dear. I have to have a conversation with my wayward son and when I'm finished with that then we will see."
Buffy scowled and watched as Kingston strode out.
She wondered how Spike could have possible come from him. God that man was huge and Spike was so not. Not tall but not too, short either. In fact, if she were to think about it he was the perfect size for her. Not big and massive like Angel but lean and thin but well muscled.
Delicious, she thought then shook her head.
She shouldn't be thinking about his body, she told herself and scrunched her face up as she told herself to think about her plan, which had been derailed.
Sure, she had gotten close to him but not close enough to get pregnant. And she hadn't even used the potion. She made a slight noise of self-disgust. She couldn't believe she'd practically had sex with Spike in a sewer. Way to make with the memories.
Shoving those thoughts aside she closed her eyes and tried to relax. Think about the plan, she told herself again as her thoughts strayed to Spike.
I'll think about the plan in a minute, she thought. I'll just indulge for a moment before I deal with the plan.
~*~
Spike paced the room he'd been placed in with short angry steps. His hair was beyond mussed from his fingers and Buffy's and his mouth was smeared with light red lipstick.
His clothes were wrinkled and dirty and he generally looked how he felt. Like shit. Angry and disgusted all at once.
"Damn him," he muttered aloud as his door was thrust open and his father stood there.
"Well damn me if you will but I'd like my question answered," Kingston drawled as he stepped in and slammed the door shut.
Spike stiffened and glared up at Kingston.
"What's that?" he growled.
"How the hell did you get tangled up with your brother's wife?" Kingston demanded.