A/N: This story was conceived a while ago (early 2001?) and was written
then. Although I watched the first episode of Buffy when it first aired, I
didn't get a change to keep up with the series because of work. It wasn't
until the middle of Season 5 and Season 2 for Buffy and Angel respectively
that I got into the full swing of things. Then as soon as I heard about
fan-fiction, I was in! But I had gotten a video tape (pre-DVD releases)
that had the episodes where Angel became Angelus and I was transfixed.
Something said then seemed to correspond very well with something I had
just seen in Buffy's fifth season.and this story was born.
It's called The Death of a Slayer, and there are fourteen parts to it. It's got elements of a Buffy/Spike romance, written before there was a real romance between the two of them. As far as spoilers, this was started after BtVS S5: "Into the Woods" and AtS S2: "Reunion". And since it's been such a long time since those aired, you might want to read a recap or review of those episodes to be in the frame of mind I was in when I started.although it isn't necessary. Most you Buffy fans out there can name the show and number and season of any line of dialogue I could quote you.lol.
The rating for this part is R (sex) and of course these characters and this world does not belong to me but rather to Joss Whedon, Fox, and all those other great peeps that gave us a good show.
If you are interested in putting this story on your website, email me and let me know! I never say no, but I like to know who is supporting my work. Thanks!
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*~*THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR THINKING*~*
Spike walked beside Buffy on the way home. His wicked smile twisted his face, but Buffy thought it was adorable. She linked her arm around his, but he barley acknowledged the affectionate gesture. Buffy sighed. She knew it was going to take time to undo what she had done to him.
"Spike?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm sorry."
Spike chuckled.
"What for, doll?"
Buffy looked at him.
"For pushing you away. For hurting you."
"Takes more than that to hurt the Big Bad, luv. Don't worry your pretty little head over it." Spike was smiling. Buffy let out a loud sigh.
"Spike, I want to talk about this."
Spike stopped, making her pause as well. He looked down at her, his face unreadable but his eyes staring intensely at her. Finally he started to nod, slowly.
"Ok, pet. We'll talk." He slipped his hand into hers and led her the remaining way to her house.
Once there, he opened the door for her, making her smile as she walked through and but she didn't catch his dangerous leer as her back was turned.
Once the door closed she turned to him, his face a picture of intensity and beckoned him to the living room. He walked in, pulling the shades, even though morning was still hours away. Buffy took a seat in the living room and Spike finally turned his attention to her, leaning against the fireplace and crossing his arms. Suddenly Buffy felt nervous. Not because of the vampire who was now seeming closed off in front of her, but because she started to wonder if this was repairable.
She licked her lips and opened her mouth to start, but was cut off.
"You aren't afraid of ole Spike now are you? Just because I'm 'one of them' and all." His eyes narrowed when he said 'one of them' and she winced.
"Spike, I'm sorry. I should never have said that." He just stared at her. "It's just that I've been going through so much. People that I thought would be there forever, and they are gone now." She looked at him, tears gathering in her eyes. "I could just feel it that they were going to try and kill you too, and I guess that I was putting up barriers so that my heart wouldn't hurt so much at having the only thing in this life that I love gone." Her eyes were now pleading for understanding and a few tears fell, making wet streaks down her cheek.
Spike's arms slowly uncrossed and fell and he took the few steps to her and sat down next to her, facing her. One hand came up and gently cupped her face, wiping away the tears that fell. She looked at him hopefully, wondering at the stoic nature of his expression.
"Buffy, you still underestimate your importance to me." Her eyes filled more and her expression was one of relief. But she let him continue. "I didn't fight all this time to have you by my side just to desert you at a time like this. What kind of man do you think I am?"
"I'm sorry, Spike. I just, I can't lose you too." Her sob made him pull her toward him, his arms wrapped around her. She fisted his duster and placed her head on his chest. It felt wonderful to be in his arms again, to have someone comfort her again. She felted his fingers slide through her hair in comfort as she lay against his chest.
She looked up at him, their faces inches apart and she pressed herself against him and up to meet his lips in a kiss with more passion than Spike had seem from the slayer in months. He couldn't resist. His lips opened for her and deepened the kiss, his tongue running over her own lips as they parted and let him in. His hand closed around the hair it was tangled in and held her to him as he tasted her. She whimpered and he put his other arm around her waist, pulling her back over the top of him, lying back on the couch.
Buffy was lost in the passion of their kisses. She could feel the evidence of his arousal when he pulled her on top of him. His hand slid down to her bottom and pushed her down as his hips rose up to rub her with his bulging pants. She couldn't help but moan and whimper at the feelings coursing through her body, sensations almost forgotten in the past few months of chastity.
Then suddenly she was under him, in one mighty twist. Her mouth let go of his to gasp as his cool lips, only slightly warmed by her kisses, trailed down her neck. She let out a full moan as his hands burned icy trails as he slipped his hand into her shirt and up her tank top. He cupped her breast and she keened for him as she arched her back. His mouth still at her neck he smiled as he played her like a well-tuned instrument.
His mouth left her neck but only to clasp onto a suddenly exposed breast, his blunt teeth encircling her nipple, gently pulling as his tongue licked at the most sensitive bud. She gasped again, writhing under him, and called out his name. It was his undoing.
He quickly got up and slid the coffee table away, quickly, pulling her gently to the ground and lifted her skirt, her panties tearing away easily. His own pants had somehow been removed enough to expose him in all his glory, his wanting evident. She opened herself to him, begging for him with her eyes and he willingly obliged as he entered her quickly, finding her wet for him already and extremely tight from months of no use. She groaned loudly and he smiled.
His intense eyes never left her face as he slowly thrust into her, still in an upright position as one of his hands gently fondled her as he continued his love making. She cried out as her first wave of pleasure overtook her and he finally let passion make him lose himself as he bent over her and roughly and swiftly pumped into her warmth. The heady sent of her climax making his face change as he pounded into her with every vestige of strength left to him until he exploded into her, bringing her to her second and final climax.
*~*YOU MADE YOUR BED, NOW DIE IN IT*~*
Spike smiled down to the resting woman in his arms. It was nearly an hour and a half till dawn, and he wanted to get to his crypt before the sun came up. He kissed her nose and her eyes fluttered open, looking at him lovingly.
"Mmmm. I don't want to get up." She snuggled into his chest, her hands folded into the duster he didn't bother to take off while they were making love. She frowned and opened her eyes again. "You're dressed."
"No. I didn't fully undress."
She kind of nodded. He smiled at her.
"It's time."
She looked at him oddly.
"Time for what?"
"Time for me to fulfill my purpose." He got up and pulled his pants up, putting himself to right.
Buffy watched him in confusion and then got up and noticed that other than her panties she was fully dressed. She frowned. She didn't like that. It just didn't seem intimate enough when they didn't undress. Usually they did. Usually he wasn't in such a hurry to have sex as much as to explore everything. Something was different. She looked at him again. Something was wrong.
"Is something wrong?"
"No. Something is very right." He was watching her pull her skirt down to its normal position and pull her shirts down. She was watching him as well.
"So what's the purpose?" She tried to smile. "Is it some weird practice that involves chickens and sacrificial virgins? Cuz, I think we're out of both." She smiled jokingly at him. He gave a small smile.
"No, slayer. It just involves you and me." Her smile faded. He walked to her and took her in his arms. She looked into his eyes and for the first time all evening, saw the coldness in them. She frowned and started to push away, but he held her firmly. "Now, now. Stay." She started to struggle more and he vamped. "I said, stay." She brought her knee up, connecting with his crotch. He let her go and grabbed himself
She moved away from him, but part of her was still unwilling to believe that Spike, her love and only person she had left in this world, wanted her dead. Her eyes filled with unbidden tears.
"Spike?"
He stood up straight, the pain ebbing away as he looked at her, his vampire face put away for now.
"Spike, please. Don't do this." Her voice was almost begging.
"Slayer, from the time I found out about the existence of slayers, I've been killing 'em. I thought things could be different between us. I had never actually gotten to know one of them, I just killed them." He walked closer to her but in a circular pattern, not wanting her to fight or bolt. His smile was intact. "But you made me see how wrong I was. I told you, one day you'd be curious about death, you'd invite it in. I told you, I would be there. Here I am, baby. Here I am."
He lunged for her, knocking her against the fireplace, making her hit her head on the mantel. She went down quickly. She grabbed at the poker from the stand but he was too quick for her. He grabbed her legs and pulled her away from the weapons.
"Now lets be fair, slayer. You aren't gonna attack me, are you baby?" She looked up at him, tears spilling. She was shaking and Spike knew he had her. "Just like you were powerless to stop Angelus when he killed your friends." Her face registered shock at his words. "Just like you were powerless against Angelus for killing your mother."
She struggled to her feet, one hand holding the back of her head, the other out, trying to give her balance as she stood trembling under Spike's gaze.
"It didn't hurt you."
"No, luv, I'm not neutered anymore. See, had you come a bit sooner you would have seen me consortin' with the enemy. Angelus took care of my chip problem. Since I was 'one of them.'"
She looked like she couldn't believe him.
"But they were attacking you."
"Yeah. I didn't accept Peaches pecking order." He chuckled. "Peaches pecking order. Say that ten times real fast." He further chuckled at his own joke while advancing on Buffy.
"You do know that your mum and your friends would be alive now, had you done your job, slayer, right?"
Her eyes registered confusion. Her mind was so busy working on its grief; she didn't even react to his nearness.
"You should never have left Angel alone. Not while he was able to become Angelus. It was your job as the slayer to protect the world from scum like him." He shook his head. "Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Her eyes met his, and she gasped in surprise when he roughly grabbed her and vamped. He moved his head down to her ear and whispered into it.
"Angelus once told me something that forever changed my life. To kill you, I had to love you. Well, I do, slayer. I love you. That's why I'm puttin' you out of your misery. I once told you, when you had nothing to live for, I'd be waiting. Well your friends are all dead, your family is gone, and your lovers, well, they either leave you or want to kill you, now don't they, pet?"
And with those final words he sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck, letting her life blood flow into his mouth, hot and sweet with confusion and fear, tasting like he always hoped it would when this moment came.
After he drank every drop he could from her, he let her slide down his body and onto the floor. His tongue lashed out to capture every stray drop, aroused by the taste of the slayer's blood and by the heady feel of victory.
"And that, mate, is how you kill a slayer."
It's called The Death of a Slayer, and there are fourteen parts to it. It's got elements of a Buffy/Spike romance, written before there was a real romance between the two of them. As far as spoilers, this was started after BtVS S5: "Into the Woods" and AtS S2: "Reunion". And since it's been such a long time since those aired, you might want to read a recap or review of those episodes to be in the frame of mind I was in when I started.although it isn't necessary. Most you Buffy fans out there can name the show and number and season of any line of dialogue I could quote you.lol.
The rating for this part is R (sex) and of course these characters and this world does not belong to me but rather to Joss Whedon, Fox, and all those other great peeps that gave us a good show.
If you are interested in putting this story on your website, email me and let me know! I never say no, but I like to know who is supporting my work. Thanks!
*~*~*
*~*THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR THINKING*~*
Spike walked beside Buffy on the way home. His wicked smile twisted his face, but Buffy thought it was adorable. She linked her arm around his, but he barley acknowledged the affectionate gesture. Buffy sighed. She knew it was going to take time to undo what she had done to him.
"Spike?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm sorry."
Spike chuckled.
"What for, doll?"
Buffy looked at him.
"For pushing you away. For hurting you."
"Takes more than that to hurt the Big Bad, luv. Don't worry your pretty little head over it." Spike was smiling. Buffy let out a loud sigh.
"Spike, I want to talk about this."
Spike stopped, making her pause as well. He looked down at her, his face unreadable but his eyes staring intensely at her. Finally he started to nod, slowly.
"Ok, pet. We'll talk." He slipped his hand into hers and led her the remaining way to her house.
Once there, he opened the door for her, making her smile as she walked through and but she didn't catch his dangerous leer as her back was turned.
Once the door closed she turned to him, his face a picture of intensity and beckoned him to the living room. He walked in, pulling the shades, even though morning was still hours away. Buffy took a seat in the living room and Spike finally turned his attention to her, leaning against the fireplace and crossing his arms. Suddenly Buffy felt nervous. Not because of the vampire who was now seeming closed off in front of her, but because she started to wonder if this was repairable.
She licked her lips and opened her mouth to start, but was cut off.
"You aren't afraid of ole Spike now are you? Just because I'm 'one of them' and all." His eyes narrowed when he said 'one of them' and she winced.
"Spike, I'm sorry. I should never have said that." He just stared at her. "It's just that I've been going through so much. People that I thought would be there forever, and they are gone now." She looked at him, tears gathering in her eyes. "I could just feel it that they were going to try and kill you too, and I guess that I was putting up barriers so that my heart wouldn't hurt so much at having the only thing in this life that I love gone." Her eyes were now pleading for understanding and a few tears fell, making wet streaks down her cheek.
Spike's arms slowly uncrossed and fell and he took the few steps to her and sat down next to her, facing her. One hand came up and gently cupped her face, wiping away the tears that fell. She looked at him hopefully, wondering at the stoic nature of his expression.
"Buffy, you still underestimate your importance to me." Her eyes filled more and her expression was one of relief. But she let him continue. "I didn't fight all this time to have you by my side just to desert you at a time like this. What kind of man do you think I am?"
"I'm sorry, Spike. I just, I can't lose you too." Her sob made him pull her toward him, his arms wrapped around her. She fisted his duster and placed her head on his chest. It felt wonderful to be in his arms again, to have someone comfort her again. She felted his fingers slide through her hair in comfort as she lay against his chest.
She looked up at him, their faces inches apart and she pressed herself against him and up to meet his lips in a kiss with more passion than Spike had seem from the slayer in months. He couldn't resist. His lips opened for her and deepened the kiss, his tongue running over her own lips as they parted and let him in. His hand closed around the hair it was tangled in and held her to him as he tasted her. She whimpered and he put his other arm around her waist, pulling her back over the top of him, lying back on the couch.
Buffy was lost in the passion of their kisses. She could feel the evidence of his arousal when he pulled her on top of him. His hand slid down to her bottom and pushed her down as his hips rose up to rub her with his bulging pants. She couldn't help but moan and whimper at the feelings coursing through her body, sensations almost forgotten in the past few months of chastity.
Then suddenly she was under him, in one mighty twist. Her mouth let go of his to gasp as his cool lips, only slightly warmed by her kisses, trailed down her neck. She let out a full moan as his hands burned icy trails as he slipped his hand into her shirt and up her tank top. He cupped her breast and she keened for him as she arched her back. His mouth still at her neck he smiled as he played her like a well-tuned instrument.
His mouth left her neck but only to clasp onto a suddenly exposed breast, his blunt teeth encircling her nipple, gently pulling as his tongue licked at the most sensitive bud. She gasped again, writhing under him, and called out his name. It was his undoing.
He quickly got up and slid the coffee table away, quickly, pulling her gently to the ground and lifted her skirt, her panties tearing away easily. His own pants had somehow been removed enough to expose him in all his glory, his wanting evident. She opened herself to him, begging for him with her eyes and he willingly obliged as he entered her quickly, finding her wet for him already and extremely tight from months of no use. She groaned loudly and he smiled.
His intense eyes never left her face as he slowly thrust into her, still in an upright position as one of his hands gently fondled her as he continued his love making. She cried out as her first wave of pleasure overtook her and he finally let passion make him lose himself as he bent over her and roughly and swiftly pumped into her warmth. The heady sent of her climax making his face change as he pounded into her with every vestige of strength left to him until he exploded into her, bringing her to her second and final climax.
*~*YOU MADE YOUR BED, NOW DIE IN IT*~*
Spike smiled down to the resting woman in his arms. It was nearly an hour and a half till dawn, and he wanted to get to his crypt before the sun came up. He kissed her nose and her eyes fluttered open, looking at him lovingly.
"Mmmm. I don't want to get up." She snuggled into his chest, her hands folded into the duster he didn't bother to take off while they were making love. She frowned and opened her eyes again. "You're dressed."
"No. I didn't fully undress."
She kind of nodded. He smiled at her.
"It's time."
She looked at him oddly.
"Time for what?"
"Time for me to fulfill my purpose." He got up and pulled his pants up, putting himself to right.
Buffy watched him in confusion and then got up and noticed that other than her panties she was fully dressed. She frowned. She didn't like that. It just didn't seem intimate enough when they didn't undress. Usually they did. Usually he wasn't in such a hurry to have sex as much as to explore everything. Something was different. She looked at him again. Something was wrong.
"Is something wrong?"
"No. Something is very right." He was watching her pull her skirt down to its normal position and pull her shirts down. She was watching him as well.
"So what's the purpose?" She tried to smile. "Is it some weird practice that involves chickens and sacrificial virgins? Cuz, I think we're out of both." She smiled jokingly at him. He gave a small smile.
"No, slayer. It just involves you and me." Her smile faded. He walked to her and took her in his arms. She looked into his eyes and for the first time all evening, saw the coldness in them. She frowned and started to push away, but he held her firmly. "Now, now. Stay." She started to struggle more and he vamped. "I said, stay." She brought her knee up, connecting with his crotch. He let her go and grabbed himself
She moved away from him, but part of her was still unwilling to believe that Spike, her love and only person she had left in this world, wanted her dead. Her eyes filled with unbidden tears.
"Spike?"
He stood up straight, the pain ebbing away as he looked at her, his vampire face put away for now.
"Spike, please. Don't do this." Her voice was almost begging.
"Slayer, from the time I found out about the existence of slayers, I've been killing 'em. I thought things could be different between us. I had never actually gotten to know one of them, I just killed them." He walked closer to her but in a circular pattern, not wanting her to fight or bolt. His smile was intact. "But you made me see how wrong I was. I told you, one day you'd be curious about death, you'd invite it in. I told you, I would be there. Here I am, baby. Here I am."
He lunged for her, knocking her against the fireplace, making her hit her head on the mantel. She went down quickly. She grabbed at the poker from the stand but he was too quick for her. He grabbed her legs and pulled her away from the weapons.
"Now lets be fair, slayer. You aren't gonna attack me, are you baby?" She looked up at him, tears spilling. She was shaking and Spike knew he had her. "Just like you were powerless to stop Angelus when he killed your friends." Her face registered shock at his words. "Just like you were powerless against Angelus for killing your mother."
She struggled to her feet, one hand holding the back of her head, the other out, trying to give her balance as she stood trembling under Spike's gaze.
"It didn't hurt you."
"No, luv, I'm not neutered anymore. See, had you come a bit sooner you would have seen me consortin' with the enemy. Angelus took care of my chip problem. Since I was 'one of them.'"
She looked like she couldn't believe him.
"But they were attacking you."
"Yeah. I didn't accept Peaches pecking order." He chuckled. "Peaches pecking order. Say that ten times real fast." He further chuckled at his own joke while advancing on Buffy.
"You do know that your mum and your friends would be alive now, had you done your job, slayer, right?"
Her eyes registered confusion. Her mind was so busy working on its grief; she didn't even react to his nearness.
"You should never have left Angel alone. Not while he was able to become Angelus. It was your job as the slayer to protect the world from scum like him." He shook his head. "Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Her eyes met his, and she gasped in surprise when he roughly grabbed her and vamped. He moved his head down to her ear and whispered into it.
"Angelus once told me something that forever changed my life. To kill you, I had to love you. Well, I do, slayer. I love you. That's why I'm puttin' you out of your misery. I once told you, when you had nothing to live for, I'd be waiting. Well your friends are all dead, your family is gone, and your lovers, well, they either leave you or want to kill you, now don't they, pet?"
And with those final words he sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck, letting her life blood flow into his mouth, hot and sweet with confusion and fear, tasting like he always hoped it would when this moment came.
After he drank every drop he could from her, he let her slide down his body and onto the floor. His tongue lashed out to capture every stray drop, aroused by the taste of the slayer's blood and by the heady feel of victory.
"And that, mate, is how you kill a slayer."