Phase Three
Woodland Train Station - Bronx borough
Another night and yet another cemetery. At least this one allowed her to take the number four back into the city. She was tired tonight and she hadn't even started.
Her throat had been aching for days and she feared that she'd caught some sort of late winter bug. Whatever it was it wasn't the ideal for a night of slaying.
The cemetery was damp and cool after an afternoon shower. Buffy sneezed as she caught whiff of a fresh funeral arrangement. She let her nose lead her to the newly dug grave.
The occupant of said grave made his appearance some minutes later as a fledgling vampire. Buffy tensed her muscles and dug her stake from her jacket sleeve. This particular vamp looked like he'd been a professional football player in his former life. She knew that she was in for a challenge.
And she was right.
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After an active ten minutes, the Slayer was nowhere near taking the vampire down. The creature was amazingly strong and agile. Not the best circumstances for a sick Slayer.
Buffy lunged for the kill but the vampire used her momentum to throw her against a nearby grave. She hit it hard and cracked several ribs in the process. For a moment it was difficult to breathe but she wasn't about to fold to a measly vampire.
The Slayer gets back to her feet in spite of the burning pain on her side. He stake had rolled out of sight and she hadn't bought a spare. She would have to make do with something else.
The Vampire took one look at its wounded nemesis and knew that he had the upper hand. Although he had just been "born" he knew that this first kill was going to be quite special. He could already smell her blood as it flowed from her various open cuts.
He could almost taste her.
The bloodlust increased the creature's skill. He managed to grab the Slayer's thin neck as she struggle to throw him over her shoulders. His fangs tear at the skin around her throat as she gasps and intensifies her struggle. The vampire drinks deep as the Slayer weakens in his grasp.
Suddenly the vampire explodes in a cloud of dust. Buffy sinks to the ground. The loss of blood has weakened her greatly. Her vision clouds and she knows no more.
She cannot see that her savior is a bleached blond vampire in a black leather duster.
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Bsmt apartment -The Village
He'd taken precautions. The Slayer's wrists and ankles are secured to the heavy bedposts so that she lies supine on the soft mattress. He cut away her jacket an shirt and bound her broken ribs with clean linen. He washed the dirt and blood from her various wounds but she remains unconscious. The bite marks are red and angry and he wonders why this makes him especially angry. He thinks that it is because the marks are not his own.
Asleep, he can admire her. Even with the scar, her face is still beautiful. The soft lips are of particular interest to Spike as he wants to know just how they would taste.
And yet this is not his focus. The woman that lies before him is pretty bad off. A fever burns in her brow and has turned her cheeks a deep red color. He knows that she is very sick and that her injuries have complicated her condition even further. Part of him wants to take her to the nearest hospital but another part does not want to let her out of his sight now that he finally has her here.
So she remains with him.
In his stash he has found some Tylenol with Codeine and he is administering a dose every six hours. He also runs a cool cloth through her face every few minutes of so just like his mother used to when he had a fever. That is all that he can do.
As he was taking care of the Slayer's injuries he recognizes the irony of it all. In the past he had caused the death of two of them and know he was laboring to save another. Just what was it about this tiny girl in front of him?
Why was she so different?
Those questions remain unanswered as Spike continues to care for her.
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On the fourth day she opens her eyes. They travel across the unfamiliar room and settle on the blond man in front of her.
Her brain is too weary to asks questions and she simply asks for water which Spike readily provides and watches as she drinks.
She coughs and sputters a bit but finally settles to quench her fever thirst. Her brow is damp with sweat and he knows that she has made it.
As he gazes at her she notices the bonds and begins to struggle against them. Spike lets her, knowing that she cannot dislodge the thick bindings especially in her convalescent position.
Finally she stops and waits to catch her breath before speaking.
"Who are you? .... Why am I here?" her voice is rough and uneven.
He waits a little before he answers.
"You got hurt in a fight. I brought you here to fix you up"
"Thank you then. Now let me go" she demanded.
The vampire shake his head. "Not yet princess. Not for a long time"
And with that he leaves leaving behind a rather alarmed Slayer.
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When he returns he has a set of ankle chains in his right hand and what seems to be an old fashioned lace nightgown. Wordlessly he cuts off the Slayer's jeans leaving her only in her underwear and bandages. He then replaces her ankle bindings with the sturdy chains taking care to avoid being kicked with one of those strong legs.
During this, Buffy remains silent and only gasps when he removes her jeans.
When he has finished he stands in front of his prisoner.
"Okay, luv this is what is gonna happen. I'm gonna free your wrist so that you can go to the loo and take care of whatever you have to take care of. I'm also gonna give you this nightgown to put on. If you do anything to get away I swear that I'll leave you in the buff and you're gonna have to go in a pot. I'm not playing games Slayer"
Recognition settles in Buffy's eyes.
"You're that vamp from the park" she states loudly.
Spike nods. "The one and only luv. So take care not to upset me. Right now you are weak from your injuries and from being sick so I have the upper hand. Remember that"
He released her wrist and pulled her from the bed. Her balance was off and she almost fell to the floor but he caught her. For a minute their gazes met and something moved in Buffy.
With his help she hobbled to the windowless bathroom. He closed and locked the door behind her.
"Knock on the door when you are ready to come out. When I open the door you have your hands in front of you when I can see them. If not you're gonna sleep in the bathtub"
Alone in the tiny room, Buffy sat on the closed toilet lid. With her hand in her hands she pondered her situation. She was at the mercy of some unknown vampire that for some reason had yet to drain her. In addition she was at her weakest and could barely hold her body upright. This was not the time to challenge him.
Within seconds she decided to play along with him to know and wait until she was at full strength. Then he would see.
Minutes later she is back in bed wearing the nightgown. Spike has set a bowl of hot soup in the little table in front of her and the smell is irresistible as she is very hungry. With spoon in hand she sets to work on the food while eyeing her captor warily. He was just as focused on her but for entirely different reasons.
TBC
Author's note: Okay I know that I am bordering on the bondage level but bear with me. I kinda like that power shift between the Slayer and our favorite vamp. It won't last for long and I have a feeling that Buffy will soon find a way to turn the tables. Please R/R
Woodland Train Station - Bronx borough
Another night and yet another cemetery. At least this one allowed her to take the number four back into the city. She was tired tonight and she hadn't even started.
Her throat had been aching for days and she feared that she'd caught some sort of late winter bug. Whatever it was it wasn't the ideal for a night of slaying.
The cemetery was damp and cool after an afternoon shower. Buffy sneezed as she caught whiff of a fresh funeral arrangement. She let her nose lead her to the newly dug grave.
The occupant of said grave made his appearance some minutes later as a fledgling vampire. Buffy tensed her muscles and dug her stake from her jacket sleeve. This particular vamp looked like he'd been a professional football player in his former life. She knew that she was in for a challenge.
And she was right.
###############
After an active ten minutes, the Slayer was nowhere near taking the vampire down. The creature was amazingly strong and agile. Not the best circumstances for a sick Slayer.
Buffy lunged for the kill but the vampire used her momentum to throw her against a nearby grave. She hit it hard and cracked several ribs in the process. For a moment it was difficult to breathe but she wasn't about to fold to a measly vampire.
The Slayer gets back to her feet in spite of the burning pain on her side. He stake had rolled out of sight and she hadn't bought a spare. She would have to make do with something else.
The Vampire took one look at its wounded nemesis and knew that he had the upper hand. Although he had just been "born" he knew that this first kill was going to be quite special. He could already smell her blood as it flowed from her various open cuts.
He could almost taste her.
The bloodlust increased the creature's skill. He managed to grab the Slayer's thin neck as she struggle to throw him over her shoulders. His fangs tear at the skin around her throat as she gasps and intensifies her struggle. The vampire drinks deep as the Slayer weakens in his grasp.
Suddenly the vampire explodes in a cloud of dust. Buffy sinks to the ground. The loss of blood has weakened her greatly. Her vision clouds and she knows no more.
She cannot see that her savior is a bleached blond vampire in a black leather duster.
#############
Bsmt apartment -The Village
He'd taken precautions. The Slayer's wrists and ankles are secured to the heavy bedposts so that she lies supine on the soft mattress. He cut away her jacket an shirt and bound her broken ribs with clean linen. He washed the dirt and blood from her various wounds but she remains unconscious. The bite marks are red and angry and he wonders why this makes him especially angry. He thinks that it is because the marks are not his own.
Asleep, he can admire her. Even with the scar, her face is still beautiful. The soft lips are of particular interest to Spike as he wants to know just how they would taste.
And yet this is not his focus. The woman that lies before him is pretty bad off. A fever burns in her brow and has turned her cheeks a deep red color. He knows that she is very sick and that her injuries have complicated her condition even further. Part of him wants to take her to the nearest hospital but another part does not want to let her out of his sight now that he finally has her here.
So she remains with him.
In his stash he has found some Tylenol with Codeine and he is administering a dose every six hours. He also runs a cool cloth through her face every few minutes of so just like his mother used to when he had a fever. That is all that he can do.
As he was taking care of the Slayer's injuries he recognizes the irony of it all. In the past he had caused the death of two of them and know he was laboring to save another. Just what was it about this tiny girl in front of him?
Why was she so different?
Those questions remain unanswered as Spike continues to care for her.
############
On the fourth day she opens her eyes. They travel across the unfamiliar room and settle on the blond man in front of her.
Her brain is too weary to asks questions and she simply asks for water which Spike readily provides and watches as she drinks.
She coughs and sputters a bit but finally settles to quench her fever thirst. Her brow is damp with sweat and he knows that she has made it.
As he gazes at her she notices the bonds and begins to struggle against them. Spike lets her, knowing that she cannot dislodge the thick bindings especially in her convalescent position.
Finally she stops and waits to catch her breath before speaking.
"Who are you? .... Why am I here?" her voice is rough and uneven.
He waits a little before he answers.
"You got hurt in a fight. I brought you here to fix you up"
"Thank you then. Now let me go" she demanded.
The vampire shake his head. "Not yet princess. Not for a long time"
And with that he leaves leaving behind a rather alarmed Slayer.
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When he returns he has a set of ankle chains in his right hand and what seems to be an old fashioned lace nightgown. Wordlessly he cuts off the Slayer's jeans leaving her only in her underwear and bandages. He then replaces her ankle bindings with the sturdy chains taking care to avoid being kicked with one of those strong legs.
During this, Buffy remains silent and only gasps when he removes her jeans.
When he has finished he stands in front of his prisoner.
"Okay, luv this is what is gonna happen. I'm gonna free your wrist so that you can go to the loo and take care of whatever you have to take care of. I'm also gonna give you this nightgown to put on. If you do anything to get away I swear that I'll leave you in the buff and you're gonna have to go in a pot. I'm not playing games Slayer"
Recognition settles in Buffy's eyes.
"You're that vamp from the park" she states loudly.
Spike nods. "The one and only luv. So take care not to upset me. Right now you are weak from your injuries and from being sick so I have the upper hand. Remember that"
He released her wrist and pulled her from the bed. Her balance was off and she almost fell to the floor but he caught her. For a minute their gazes met and something moved in Buffy.
With his help she hobbled to the windowless bathroom. He closed and locked the door behind her.
"Knock on the door when you are ready to come out. When I open the door you have your hands in front of you when I can see them. If not you're gonna sleep in the bathtub"
Alone in the tiny room, Buffy sat on the closed toilet lid. With her hand in her hands she pondered her situation. She was at the mercy of some unknown vampire that for some reason had yet to drain her. In addition she was at her weakest and could barely hold her body upright. This was not the time to challenge him.
Within seconds she decided to play along with him to know and wait until she was at full strength. Then he would see.
Minutes later she is back in bed wearing the nightgown. Spike has set a bowl of hot soup in the little table in front of her and the smell is irresistible as she is very hungry. With spoon in hand she sets to work on the food while eyeing her captor warily. He was just as focused on her but for entirely different reasons.
TBC
Author's note: Okay I know that I am bordering on the bondage level but bear with me. I kinda like that power shift between the Slayer and our favorite vamp. It won't last for long and I have a feeling that Buffy will soon find a way to turn the tables. Please R/R