Author's note: Let me know if I am getting a little too carried away with this. This fic seems to
be writing itself and I am having so much fun but if it is disturbing anyone I'll tone it down.
Promise.
Phase Five
Bsmt. apartment - The Village
It wasn't a good day for the Slayer. Her escape had been foiled by Spike's foresight in installing
an additional barrier door and her own blind exuberance in finding herself almost free. She had
thrown caution to the wind and had crashed against the wrought iron bars alerting the vampire of
her actions.
Spike was livid and his anger gave him the additional surge of strength to take his captive Slayer
down hard. Of course she responded and he got quite a few bruises to show for it but with her
restrained ankles she was at a disadvantage. Eventually she lost her balance and he was able
subdue her. He lifted her into his arms and Buffy gasped at the feeling of his bare skin against
her body. Through the struggle she'd become aware of his 'attributes' and for some reason this
elicited a strong reaction in her.
He deposited her in her daytime chair. She was still using her freed arms to fight him and he had
to strive to get the rope around her arms and torso. One broken nose (for him) later he finally
succeeded in securing her.
Spike sank to the floor in exhaustion. His nose was bleeding and he used his tongue to catch a
few drops eliciting an "eeeww" from his captive.
"Vampire...remember" he said roughly
"Couldn't forget" she replied.
She was calm now. He gazed upon her from his position on the floor. His anger fading
gradually.
At last he got his feet from under him. Wordlessly he went into his own bedroom and came
back with an unadorned black case. Her eyes were on him as he opened it to reveal several
menacing-looking syringes complete with needles and tiny bottles of what she guessed were
sedatives.
He expertly filled one of the smallest syringes with fluid and after getting rid of the tiny oxygen
bubbles he injected the Slayer's arm through the ropes. Buffy sucked in air at the sting and
within seconds she felt her muscles getting soft and her eyelids getting heavy.
Spike stood in front of her.
"I didn't want to do this to you. But you really left me no choice" he said softly as Buffy's
vision blurred and the last thing she saw were his sad blue eyes.
############
When she awoke her situation had changed...for the worse. She was lying in her bed but her feet
were no longer in the ankle chains but in heavy leather restraints that kept them bound together
so that she would not be able to walk at all. There was a brand new shiny padlock that secured
them even further. She would not be getting out bed without his assistance.
But that wasn't the worse. The worse was that she found herself inside a heavy duty institutional
straight jacket that kept totally immobilized.
Buffy tried to pit her strength against the canvas but it would not give, even a little. Drained and
disheartened she can only wait for him to come and free her.
After what seems like hours he opens the door to her room. She notices that his face bears deep
purple bruises especially around the nose area. She feels a small twinge of guilt but her
displeasure at her brand new confinement offsets any other emotion.
Her silent, accusing glare greets him and he smiles bitterly.
"If looks could stake" he remarks
This sets her off.
"You can't keep me like this" she says harshly. "Its gonna screw up my circulation. If you want
to kill me then do so. Feed on me until you choke on my blood. You'll be at the pointed end of
another Slayer soon enough"
He sits heavily by her side and peers at her face. Her eyes are flashing an angry green and this
produces a quickening inside of him. Spike takes the Slayer's restrained body and sets to make
her more comfortable by adding several pillows. He places a couple under her feet to give her
some additional support. This would keep the circulation flowing.
She tries to kick him with her manacled legs but he is quick to anticipate it and avoids her
attack.
"Do you really want me to tie you up any further?" he asks, annoyed at her persistence.
She stops and mutters a barely audible "Bastard"
"Right then. I'm gonna massage your legs to help the circulation along. I don't want you getting
any blood clots. After that I will be carrying you to the bathroom and then I will remove the
jacket so that you can tend to your needs. Unfortunately you made it so that you're going to
have to hop around in there. I'm giving you only five minutes in there after which I will open
the door. I want to see you sitting on the floor with your arms behind your back and facing the
wall. Then I will come in to strap you and carry you back to the bed" he said carefully.
The Slayer looked on him horrified. He continued
"If you don't collaborate I'll leave the door open and you won't have any privacy even when you
bathe"
He waited until his words sunk in. When she didn't reply he lifted her off the bed and did
everything he had described. When her five minutes where up, he opened the door to find her on
the floor in the position that he had indicated. He placed the jacket around her and inserted her
arms in the appropriate sleeves. When she resembled a cocooned butterfly he carried her to her
bed and replaced the pillows once more to make her as comfortable as possible.
His gentleness bothered Buffy. Even though she was heavily restrained she really wasn't in pain
and it was only her pride that was severely hurt. Part of her wanted him to be the violent beast
that all vampires carried inside. She wanted to hate him so that she could erase the image of his
nude form out from her mind's eye. She wanted to quench whatever was burning inside of her.
She wanted...him.
TBC.
Author's note: Please R&R. I'm a little uneasy with this chapter.
be writing itself and I am having so much fun but if it is disturbing anyone I'll tone it down.
Promise.
Phase Five
Bsmt. apartment - The Village
It wasn't a good day for the Slayer. Her escape had been foiled by Spike's foresight in installing
an additional barrier door and her own blind exuberance in finding herself almost free. She had
thrown caution to the wind and had crashed against the wrought iron bars alerting the vampire of
her actions.
Spike was livid and his anger gave him the additional surge of strength to take his captive Slayer
down hard. Of course she responded and he got quite a few bruises to show for it but with her
restrained ankles she was at a disadvantage. Eventually she lost her balance and he was able
subdue her. He lifted her into his arms and Buffy gasped at the feeling of his bare skin against
her body. Through the struggle she'd become aware of his 'attributes' and for some reason this
elicited a strong reaction in her.
He deposited her in her daytime chair. She was still using her freed arms to fight him and he had
to strive to get the rope around her arms and torso. One broken nose (for him) later he finally
succeeded in securing her.
Spike sank to the floor in exhaustion. His nose was bleeding and he used his tongue to catch a
few drops eliciting an "eeeww" from his captive.
"Vampire...remember" he said roughly
"Couldn't forget" she replied.
She was calm now. He gazed upon her from his position on the floor. His anger fading
gradually.
At last he got his feet from under him. Wordlessly he went into his own bedroom and came
back with an unadorned black case. Her eyes were on him as he opened it to reveal several
menacing-looking syringes complete with needles and tiny bottles of what she guessed were
sedatives.
He expertly filled one of the smallest syringes with fluid and after getting rid of the tiny oxygen
bubbles he injected the Slayer's arm through the ropes. Buffy sucked in air at the sting and
within seconds she felt her muscles getting soft and her eyelids getting heavy.
Spike stood in front of her.
"I didn't want to do this to you. But you really left me no choice" he said softly as Buffy's
vision blurred and the last thing she saw were his sad blue eyes.
############
When she awoke her situation had changed...for the worse. She was lying in her bed but her feet
were no longer in the ankle chains but in heavy leather restraints that kept them bound together
so that she would not be able to walk at all. There was a brand new shiny padlock that secured
them even further. She would not be getting out bed without his assistance.
But that wasn't the worse. The worse was that she found herself inside a heavy duty institutional
straight jacket that kept totally immobilized.
Buffy tried to pit her strength against the canvas but it would not give, even a little. Drained and
disheartened she can only wait for him to come and free her.
After what seems like hours he opens the door to her room. She notices that his face bears deep
purple bruises especially around the nose area. She feels a small twinge of guilt but her
displeasure at her brand new confinement offsets any other emotion.
Her silent, accusing glare greets him and he smiles bitterly.
"If looks could stake" he remarks
This sets her off.
"You can't keep me like this" she says harshly. "Its gonna screw up my circulation. If you want
to kill me then do so. Feed on me until you choke on my blood. You'll be at the pointed end of
another Slayer soon enough"
He sits heavily by her side and peers at her face. Her eyes are flashing an angry green and this
produces a quickening inside of him. Spike takes the Slayer's restrained body and sets to make
her more comfortable by adding several pillows. He places a couple under her feet to give her
some additional support. This would keep the circulation flowing.
She tries to kick him with her manacled legs but he is quick to anticipate it and avoids her
attack.
"Do you really want me to tie you up any further?" he asks, annoyed at her persistence.
She stops and mutters a barely audible "Bastard"
"Right then. I'm gonna massage your legs to help the circulation along. I don't want you getting
any blood clots. After that I will be carrying you to the bathroom and then I will remove the
jacket so that you can tend to your needs. Unfortunately you made it so that you're going to
have to hop around in there. I'm giving you only five minutes in there after which I will open
the door. I want to see you sitting on the floor with your arms behind your back and facing the
wall. Then I will come in to strap you and carry you back to the bed" he said carefully.
The Slayer looked on him horrified. He continued
"If you don't collaborate I'll leave the door open and you won't have any privacy even when you
bathe"
He waited until his words sunk in. When she didn't reply he lifted her off the bed and did
everything he had described. When her five minutes where up, he opened the door to find her on
the floor in the position that he had indicated. He placed the jacket around her and inserted her
arms in the appropriate sleeves. When she resembled a cocooned butterfly he carried her to her
bed and replaced the pillows once more to make her as comfortable as possible.
His gentleness bothered Buffy. Even though she was heavily restrained she really wasn't in pain
and it was only her pride that was severely hurt. Part of her wanted him to be the violent beast
that all vampires carried inside. She wanted to hate him so that she could erase the image of his
nude form out from her mind's eye. She wanted to quench whatever was burning inside of her.
She wanted...him.
TBC.
Author's note: Please R&R. I'm a little uneasy with this chapter.