Disclaimer: Yes, I know, Joss owns BTVS series, I am but a fan that watches and writes just so I can pretend in my fantasy world that I am rich and powerful and have James Marsters Working for me… yum.
Title: Tired Hearts
A/N: thanks to everyone who reviewed my last chapter. I wanted to update yesterday but the computer network was down and I wasn't able to even turn the computer on with out causing something nasty. So hey! We're up and running and I'm gonna try and make this a good 'un!
WARNING! Some creepy horrible things go on in this chapter… So please if you're easily offended, underage or kinda squeamish you probably might wanna duck out of this one.
I been all WARNY now… so enjoy!
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"Faith, Faith!" Ted's sleeping voice cried out, the sleeping girl beside him began to shake him roughly.
"Ted… you keep calling out." Still he didn't stir. She slapped him hard on his upper arm.
"Ted, WAKE UP!"
Donna had met Ted about two nights ago she had been dwelling on her slime ball of an ex boyfriend, who had cheated on her like five times! She had drunk herself into a right old state. Anyways this dark good-looking stranger offered her a drink and she ended up in bed with him. Then he asked her to come back and have dinner with him, so she had. The house was devoid of any pictures and pretty plain. But it was ok, better than her drum. Gently she shook him again.
"What? I'm fucking asleep!" Ted shouted out, his voice dripping with venom.
"I don't care if you're asleep. A) You don't speak to me like that! B) Who is Faith?" her voice becoming quieter as her sentence continued. By the time Faith's name had fallen out from her mouth Ted was wide-awake facing her, his face a mask of anger.
Ted looked at the naked black haired girl lying next to him, he felt a cheat. The other night in his drink muddled brain he had believed it to be a replica Faith. Now in a state of soberness and tiredness she looked like a wanna be. Suddenly he smiled his expression completely changing.
"She doesn't matter. She made my life miserable and she left. She causes me nightmares." He lied. He looked at her sweetly. She was a wildcat in bed. She liked to be manhandled and now she was going to be, she had no idea how much danger she was in.
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It was ten o'clock in the morning and Buffy and Spike were waiting in the arrival area in Gatwick Airport. Dawn's flight has been delayed and they had to wait another hour before she was due in.
"You alright, Pet?" Spike asked truly concerned. It had been two days since they had received the last note. The police had came back to them yesterday telling them about the note they had picked up from Anya although they wouldn't tell them what it said. They told them that Faith had been a suspect but soon eliminated her from their inquiries, as she had not been on the scene when Spike first received the phone call and Buffy received her first note. Which also meant they had eliminated Ted, Faiths ex.
"Yep fine." Buffy responded. She began burrowing her head into the joining between his neck and his right shoulder. Tired of the past days she began closing her eyes. She smiled into his t-shirt when she smelt his personal smell of tobacco and musk. She truly felt that he was a part of her now; if she lost him it would be like losing a limb. It would be no worst than her head falling off. She had thought she had experienced love with Angel. But she hadn't. She never experienced the aching in the bottom of her stomach that she did when she was expecting Spike. Or of the sudden increase in the pulse of her heart when she first saw him each day. When he kissed her she felt like she wasn't touching the earth any more and it was as if she became so light she floated. His rich creamy accent drove her mad. When he whispered sweet nothings into her ears before they made love… she lost her trail of thoughts when a load of people began to walk though the open gates. Spike and Buffy simultaneously walked to the barrier to wait the newest Summers to come to England. But there was no sign, when the checked the board they realised that the plane had come from New York. As they went to sit down again Buffy exclaimed she need the toilet. And being the gentleman he was Spike accompanied her.
They reached the Ladies toilet and the queue was at least twenty people long.
Buffy let out a tremendous sigh, which made Spike giggle like a schoolboy. She was so impatient. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the large disabled toilet. No one noticing as they were all to concerned with their own lives. Once inside Buffy began to giggle as Spike had only earlier. He locked the door and was on Buffy at once. Small sucking kisses starting at the base of her neck and working his way up. Soon he was kissing her deeply his tongue massaging her own. Slowly he undid her blouse and slid it over her smooth shoulders. Quietly she moaned while he kissed her shoulders in turn. Spike slowly undid her bra and slid it down her arms, he began kneading her breasts tenderly but the arousal was obvious as he let out a soft moan.
"I love you Buffy." He sighed.
"Umm" Was all Buffy could manage as she began undressing Spikes firm top half of his masculine body. Her hands trickled down his torso to his pants. His bulging erection obviously straining to be freed from its confinements, and who was Buffy not to agree to its silent order. Slowly she undid his belt and button fly pants, Spike feeling the release and moaning again. She slid his trousers to his ankles and Spike slowly stepped out of they. Now kneeling Buffy began to softly kiss Spikes thighs and his enlarged member. Spike felt the urge to ask, no beg Buffy to slowly suck his penis until he exploded into her mouth, but in the middle of Gatwick they didn't have much time. The excitement of getting caught was tremendous but he knew they would not. Buffy began to lick up and down his throbbing shaft and it sent shivers up his back. Quickly he removed all other items of clothing off of his goldilocks. He laid her down on the tiled flooring putting a few items of clothing beneath her to stop any friction. He slid his fingers into her moist folds and felt her body shiver.
"Spike this is so naughty!" she whispered knowing it would turn him on just that little bit more.
He wiggled his fingers inside her. He felt the thicker part of her inner self and began to stroke it rigorously within another minute she came and her body began to spasm. Slowly he slid into her, rocking slowly until her breathing slowed. Soon she calmed down and he began to ride her harder. Buffy's face was a mask of beauty, completely absorbed in the moment as he slid forwards and backwards. At one point he nearly completely withdrew himself and Buffy nearly cried for him to come back but before her mouth could register what her brain was telling her to say Spike drove back into her hard making her moan loudly, Spike had to cover her mouth as she reached her peak. She let out an almighty cry and in itself sent Spike over the edge. Slowly the kissed each other deeply and meaningfully. Spike slowly withdrew himself from her heat and passed her some tissue to clean herself up. As they began to dress each to shocked from the intense orgasms to talk, Spike casually looked at his watch, it was now ten past eleven and a fear over whelmed him. Buffy finished putting on her shoes and smiled shyly at Spike. His face didn't seem as it should.
"Spike?" She whispered. "What's wrong?" she looked at him once more and her thoughts began to scare her.
"Was I that bad?" she asked scared that he might say yes.
"No, No you were great, you always are." He pulled her to him and kissed her reassuringly.
"It's just, well… what time does your sis get in?" he asked putting on his heavy boots.
"Eleven why?" he looked at her and she knew straight away what the problem was.
They both darted out of the disabled toilets quickly nearly knocking down people as they ran towards arrivals. Spike couldn't help but smirk. It was in his nature, and sure he felt sorry if the little bit had to wait a while but the sex he had just had with Buffy was amazing! As they reached were they had been sitting they saw the last people walk through arrivals straight off the plane from Sunnydale, America. Buffy's face fell when she couldn't see her little sister.
"Spike where is she?" she cried asking as if he would know the answer.
He shrugged his shoulders sympathetically looking at his beloved one.
Buffy fell into a seat and spotted a blue Angel backpack. She slowly opened it and saw all of Dawns travel on possessions. She slowly fingered the bag as one of Dawns long brown hairs fell from the material. She couldn't speak just make whining noises.
"Buffy what's wrong?" Spike asked when he heard her whimpering. He saw her softly mothering a small backpack; he knelt down and grabbed one of her hands. Slowly he stroked the back of it.
"Let me talk to the information desk, they'll tell us where she is, they 'av cameras, duck. She'll be fine."
She nodded tears welling up in her eyes. He knew what she was thinking and he was thinking it to. What if that psycho had little Dawnie? What if him making love to her sister had made them lose the little bit. If anything had happened it was his fault. He kissed Buffy's forehead and began to turn around to walk to the information desk, feeling completely at fault.
"Hey Buffy!" a small voice shouted.
"Oh this must be Spike, the hot one, Wow your right. Good taste sis!" Dawn was behind Buffy now eating a chocolate bar and eyeing up Spike.
"Dawnie! Oh my God I was so worried. Where have you been? You scared me." Buffy shouted causing both Dawn and Spike to crunch up in embarrassment at every ones stares.
"I was getting a candy bar!" Dawn reasoned. She was still blissfully unaware that her sister was being followed.
Soon apologies were exchanged, along with hugs and introductions. Spike took all of Dawns suitcases,
"Bloody hell bit, how much clothes do you need?" Spike's usual tender creamy accent sounding strained under the heavy weight of three suitcases.
"Oh well," Dawn began, Buffy knew that a huge story was about to come their way and it would last at least until they were all in the car and buckled up tightly.
"Mom, she said I had to pack lots of jumpers because it's usually cold in August here in England, so I had to go and buy some because I didn't have many, and I know what Buffy's washing is like and I'll probably lose half of them through major shrinkage!" She nervously giggled, letting all bystanders know that she was with out a doubt under fifteen.
"Oh and then mom said I had to bring some things over that Buffy forgot. Like umm what was it? Oh yea," again she giggled she was so excited. She hadn't seen her sister for so long, and now she had met her totally hot boyfriend, and she was in this totally cool country where they drank tea, said things in funny accent like 'bloody', she loved that word it was so beguiler. Oh and she new that the English were notorious for their swearing. She couldn't wait to go back to school when it started back up. She'd have a brand new dictionary of swear words and pronunciations. All the while she had been laughing and talking, not giving Buffy or Spike a chance to mutter a word. And she really liked that name, Spike it was so original. Slowly they were driving out of the short stay parking lot and she was still continuing.
"Oh and Mom says we have to ring when we get your place, no mater what the time. Did I tell you your apartment looks so cool? Where am I sleeping on the sofa? Oh my God I'm so excited!"
"Noticed Pet." Spike intercepted. Again she giggled and smiled shyly at Buffy.
"Dawnie, think you could hold your tongue a sec?" Buffy teased playing meaningfully with her sister's long dark hair. They were both sitting in the back seat, two sisters reunited, a small force to be reckoned with Spike thought. In no time they arrived in Buffy's apartment. As she opened the front door Spike struggled through hallway and dumped the suitcase in sitting room. Dawn followed staring bright eyed at her new home for a couple of months.
"Right I'll leave you two chits to it!" Spike sighed rubbing his aching back. He stumbled towards the door, moaning about suitcases and girls. Dawn giggled at his bad language and Buffy frowned slightly. Slowly she walked up to her boyfriend and turned him around before he had reached the handle.
"Thanks for everything Will." She liked that she could call him so many names, William, Spike, Will. She knew if anyone else called him anything but Spike they'd get a very evil glance. Maybe even a few nasty comments as well. But she had the same effect on him as he had on her. She hated Goldilocks and Buff or Elizabeth. Once he had dared to call her Lizzie, purely taking the piss out of her but still he had got away with it. She truly loved him and now he had accepted her sister like his own, helped them both and smiled the whole time (Well not so much now but secretly she knew he was smiling inside somewhere.)
He growled slightly at the sound of his shortened Christian name. Not that she could make him angry; she was too sweet and pure. Slowly he dipped down in to a light peck, knowing not to expect to big a kiss as Dawn was watching their every move. Anyhow he would ravish her later.
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Ted watched as the girl beneath him squirmed. Last night she confessed to him that she liked it ruff. Well at this point in time she was tied to the bed by belts, tightly wrapping her wrists and ankles to the bars. Leather cutting deeply into her. A scarf gagging her, her dark hair fanned out all around her. He had already raped her twice. She had begged for it, she kept daring him. Now though she was crying, that's why she was gagged.
The taste of cotton was making her hurl. This supposed talk dark handsome stranger, who had whisked her off her feet, made her get over the creep of an ex boyfriend was raping her. She was oblivious to it all. She hated the feel of him, she hurt and she was bleeding from her sex. She could feel it trickle from her slowly. Donna cried more; she tried screaming once again but her throat hurt and her eyes stung. She couldn't make a sound and the belts were so sore. She had asked Ted about Faith. He had acted all calm and had told her that it was her now not Faith. He liked her he thought he was in love with her. Donna had laughed and told him not to be daft.
That's when it started; he kissed her deeply and told her he wanted to try something new. She happily agreed, as far as she had been concerned this so called relationship had only been a bit of 'how's your father' anyway. She allowed him to tie her up and began to kiss her neck, then he had reached across and done her harnesses up to tight, they were cutting into her. She asked him to stop and he nodded. He had walked to the wardrobe put on a mask and then he had taken out a scarf. Donna screamed when he turned around to face her, leather hanging from his face, he looked like a girls worst ever nightmare. He tied the scarf around her and raped her. Then he had gone to the bathroom, he brought back deodorant can and stuffed it inside her with such a force she had ripped. Whilst doing it to her Ted stroked himself. Making his sleeping cock grow once more to its fat short self. Once again he raped her, growing harder and harder with each tear she cried.
Now he stared down on he she was wriggling her wrists trying to free herself from the restraints. He thought back to the other girls, he remembered fucking the dead mothers arse. The stench was atrocious but the relieve it had given him… he picture it and quickly undid the girl beneath him. She started to wriggle off the bed not able to use her blood soaked legs. Roughly he pulled her back towards him and punched her hard, knocking her out in one. She collapsed into a crumpled heap giving Ted enough time to run to the loft and grab his bloodstained knife.
While she slept Donna dreamt of a world where nobody hurt anyone, everyone was equal and there was no jealousy. Her father had never taken her virginity and her mother had never sat there and watched laughing. She hadn't been taken into a home at 14 years old and hadn't ran away when she was 15. She hadn't lived on the streets for a year or had to constantly watch over her shoulder. She enjoyed sex and didn't see it as the only way to get another person to look at you. And in her short 23 years on the earth she never experience what she actually had experienced. She never fell into the arms of a woman who made her work in a masseuse parlour. She didn't then fall into the arms of a pimp who made her sell her body in exchange for his pretend love. Then went around doing the same to all the other girls he owned. She never met Ted and wasn't lying on his bed being prepared for anal sex. Slowly she awoke finding her hands tied along with her ankles this time her face in the pillow rather than watching Ted's face as he shot his seeds into her.
She stirred and Ted put down his magazine. Hesitantly she turned her head to the left and she screamed when she saw the blood stained knife lying in front of her. Sadly no sound could be heard through the thick scarf gagging her. Ted positioned himself above her rear and slid his hand up her side towards the knife. Slowly he picked it up and slid it back down the pillow and across her back, the cold steel making her cry out. She began physically shaking, which excited him further. His fat manhood growing faster, he forced his fist into her bleeding opening. The discomfort was manageable but the fear made the pain excruciating. She pulled against her restraints trying to become free. Ted plunged his fat penis into her rear hole and began to laugh as she clenched around him. Now he could hear her muffled screams and loved the feeling of it. It was better than when he fucked them after they were dead.
Half an hour later he collapsed above her calling out Faiths name, all the way through the rape, he had been hurling abuse at his ex girlfriend. Slowly he got up and went to the bathroom. Donna in the meantime had managed to loosen on of her restraints. Her body ached he had cut into her back making deep cuts about the size of a nail. She slid her hand out of the leather belt holding her right hand to the bed. The sudden release of pressure caused her wrist to nearly give in and become unusable but she willed it to undo the other belt. She slowly knelled up and from behind her back loosened her feet restraints. As she slid her feet out of the restraints she heard the footsteps of her attacker. She picked up the knife and stumbled to behind the open bedroom door. Ted walked through dazed.
"I know you loved that. You don't have to pretend. I know you're a whore." He muttered. Unconscious of the fact there was no one on the bed. Still naked Donna quietly shuffled around the door and out to the landing. She began to creep towards the stairs.
"What the? Where have you gone Faith?" Ted questioned. Noticing the missing body from his bed. He turned around and headed as fast as he could to the landing. He smiled his little smile that he didn't flash in public when he saw her creeping down the stairs. She was just like Faith that night she had left. He had convinced himself that he had done nothing wrong. Now he had another chance to stop her leaving him. He ran and grabbed a hand full of long dark hair. He pushed the head of the girl forwards with an almighty strength. Donna screamed as she fell down the stairs crunching on the hallway carpet. She had no strength or energy. She had nothing. She let everything go, she had lost, and she admitted her defeat. She lay crumpled on the floor as she felt the first shot of pain as the knife went through her shoulder then again in her back through to her stomach. She made no noise, nothing. Slowly everything began to fade as she felt the knife enter her lose walls towards her womb, and then as everything went black her throat was slit.
It took about four days for Ted to remove all the blood from the walls and the carpet. He had had to paint the walls a new colour in the end. He went out to his back garden and looked up to the roof window in the loft. Donna's body was in a suit bag hung from the rafters by his special cabinet. He smiled once again that evil little smile. She was fun he decided, maybe he would try that again.
A/N: Sorry if anyone found that really offensive but it's was a very important chapter. Had to get the sinister ways of Ted across. This has taken me three days to write. Please let me know if it was worth it. REVIEW! Please, I will write another as soon as I can. (Probably will be Monday.) Please let me know, and can I ask a question? When you write a review every one puts 'RNRN' please tell me what that means?
Lots of hugs and kisses Mel. xxx xxx xxx