Twenty-Four

Chapter 3- Vengeance is Mine

9:00am

Spike was in awe as the demon that inhabited his body stood outside of the magic shop. Daylight was pumping and the sun was beaming hot, but he wasn't up in flames. Too bad he couldn't enjoy it-much.

Klygard was on a mission. Looking for his next victim. The incident with Andrew had been an accident. His species was androgynous, though- he should have known better. Lack of research and resources is what he owed it up to. It didn't seem be too bad for the boy though, he noticed that he had…enjoyed himself in the end. Still, not part of the plan. Now he only had four chances left.

In fact, many things were not going according to plan for the cambio demon. For one thing, Spike was conscious, which he had not at all expected. The spell should have put his mind into a catatonic state. He figured that the adjustments he'd made in order to alter the vampire's weaknesses had somehow counteracted other elements.

Not an issue. The vampire had enjoyed it, he might have protested throughout but when the release came he was relieved. That much was clear.

He walked into the shop where he'd watched the vampire go so many times before. Plenty of options there.

Behind the counter was the strangest of them all. He'd witnessed conversations between this one and the others and she was different.

Spike was becoming agitated with Klygard's every thought, and figured he'd answer as many questions as it took to get the poof to hurry up with his stupid plan- he didn't appear to be too bright. Former demon…of the vengeance kind. That's why she seems different.

At that Klygard smiled.

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Anya stood behind the counter reaching for something that had fallen. As she slowly lifted up she heard the bell over the shop door ring. She plastered a smile on her face and was getting ready get into sales mode when she turned and saw him…

"Oh…it's you. I hope you have money today? No more burba weed on the house. We're only catering to *paying* customers these days." With that she rolled her eyes and continued cleaning up behind the register.

"Not here for that." Spike said, as his eyes roamed her form.

Anya noticed the way he was looking at her and suddenly became self conscious.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"How's that love?" He asked, pulling the door shut behind him and turning the open sign in the window over to the closed side. The lock making a loud Click sound.

"You know…Xander will be here soon! And…and you can't even hurt me. You know that! I'm not even scared of you, so…there."

This is more like it, Spike thought. At least this one's semi-interesting.

She watched his movement very carefully, a tinge of fear adding to the excitement that was obviously building. He was moving like a tiger on the prowl. She watched his tongue flicker out of his mouth as he licked his lips but quickly turned away from his gaze.

"Open the door! I'll lose customers that way!" She screamed, knowing that she wasn't prepared for whatever it was that he had in mind.

"Not to worry love, I'll make this worth your time."

Anya considered running, but knew that with his vampire speed he would catch her in a second, besides, she was becoming more than a little bit interested in what he wanted from her.

Her voice was low, and small. Her mind kept wandering to thoughts of Xander. What would he think if he saw you here with Spike. The door closed, beads of sweat falling down your breast. "What do you want?"

Spike smirked at her, moving in her direction quickly but careful not to scare her away. "What's it look like I want?" He said, cocking his head to the side, the grin on his face growing ever wider.

"It looks like… to me…and I could be wrong here…but it looks like you either want to bite me…or…something else."

"Something what?" Spike asked, toying with her.

Anya fidgeted nervously with the hem of her skirt, trying desperately to avoid his eyes.

"Your giving me that look….the look Xander gives me when he wants to…you know" She said, eye's bulging as if it should be obvious what she was talking about.

"Maybe it's both" He said, reaching for her arm before she could get away.

As she looked into his eyes they turned from a deep azure to a dark purple and she lost control of her senses. She wanted him- right then, right there.

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Anya quickly lost the desire to run away the moment his skin was on her. The way his hand caressed her arm caused her to shudder.

Klygard was pleased with the woman's reaction to Spike's body, once again praising himself for his choice of vessel.

As Spike pulled Anya closer to him she could feel how hard he was, how big. Xander isn't that big, she thought- quickly letting go of the image of her beloved funny man.

As if reading her thoughts Spike answered, "he'll never know…will be our secret"

Spike was undoing the buttons on her blouse, slowly…taking in the swell of her breasts as he exposed them little by little.

With Spike's imagination running wild Klygard knew exactly what to do.

Spike's mouth moved down to the swell of her breast and bit away at the flimsy bra covering her taking it into his mouth and sucking hard.

Anya's head flew back, moaning both in pleasure and pain as his hands roamed her body, sliding up and down every curve.

She was ready, and couldn't wait any longer.

She grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards her, forcing him towards the counter. She tugged at his jeans, pulling the zipper down as quickly as she could, and freeing him from his confinement.

She took his hand into her own and forced it under her skirt, motioning for him to pull down her lacy thong.

That was the best part for her. That moment when his skin touched hers, and skimmed down her legs, removing the only barrier between the two sexes.

Spike lifted her on to the counter, spreading her knees apart. He slid into her easily, her entrance slick and moist- warm against his cold skin.

Klygard could definitely tell the difference now if he couldn't before, and he could feel how much more Spike was enjoying this as opposed to the last one as he pumped into the girl at a quick, even pace. She screamed for him to move faster and he did, driving himself deeper into her with every grind.

Her grunts and moans only amplified the pleasure he was feeling, and he could feel the build up waiting to explode.


Wait for her! Spike instructed…it's only polite. He reasoned, secretly wanting to see her face when she came.

With one final thrust Anya screamed out in pleasure, as Spike's body shuddered against her.

With that, her eyes rolled back turning purple for a moment, and Klygard knew that it had worked. He carefully placed her on the floor, seated leaning against the counter.

"I'll be back for you."

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You'll need to get out of here quick, otherwise the rest of the little Scooby gang will show soon and I'll be nothing but a great big pile of dust.

"Now Spike, you must admit…that was fun." Klygard answered, as he pulled his jeans up and re-adjusted his clothing. He thought about fixing the girl's, but decided not to waste the time. It was all about the time.

10:30am

Okay…fun, yes….though strange sharing the…endeavor…with someone else. Not my first choice, but not the worse. Who's next?

"I'm thinking…"

Well while you think, can we at least shower?

"Do you think that's necessary?"

Unless you're planning to have the built up scent of 4 different…yeah..I'd say so.

With that Klygard, in Spike's body, quickly walked out of the shop shutting the door behind him.

TBC

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