Author's note: Thanks ever so much for your reviews. I'm flattered that you want the chapters
longer but with my job and personal life time is at a premium. I usually write after midnight and
finish a chapter around 1:30 am or just before I fall asleep on the screen. I don't have the energy
to write longer chapters but I do try to write everyday. This is also the reason why there are
sometimes errors with my tenses and grammar. I just don't have the time to edit beyond taking a
cursory glance at what I've written. For that I apologize. Some of you have inquired about what
will happen in the plot the only thing that I know for sure is that B&S will soon be joining the
Wishverse's version of the Scooby gang soon enough. That should be fun to write. Please keep
on reading a reviewing. It really helps a lot. Enjoy.
Phase 10
Studio apt. Lower East Side
Buffy's one room Lower East side studio was not what Spike expected from the girl that was
humanity's sole defender against the demon world.
The tiny studio was bare with only a bed and a couple of chairs for comfort. Clothes and shoes
lay strewn about each of these items. A truly horrendous green shag carpet expanded the length
and width of the room. The tiny kitchen area featured an ancient refrigerator and a two-burner
hotplate that stood in the counter next to the rusty kitchen sink. An orange was the lonely
resident of the refrigerator. The fridge only housed ice.
Spike explored the place while Buffy used the bathroom. He couldn't fathom his beautiful
Slayer living in such conditions. She seemed neglected and he longed to take care of her. If she
would just let him.
Buffy emerged from the bathroom with her hair in its customary tight braid. Spike wrinkled his
nose, he preferred her hair loose and flowing about her shoulders. The Slayer ignored his
reaction, he'd better get used to the idea that she wasn't the lace and flowers girl that he'd forced
her to be when she was his prisoner. There was nothing feminine or girly about her. She was a
warrior.
Upon her invitation, Spike sat on her bed with Buffy at his side. He looked about the
undecorated walls and single shuttered window with something akin to pity in his eyes. His two-
bedroom furnished apartment was leagues away in comfort from this dreary little room.
"Why do you live like this?" he asked quietly.
Buffy considered for a moment.
"This is just a place to crash. It's not home" she answered truthfully.
"Where is home?"
The Slayer turned away from his searching eyes. Home hadn't been a reality since her mother
died and her father all but abandoned her.
"Nowhere" she said in a barely audible tone.
Spike felt something break inside. He longed to hold her and let the pain and loneliness of her
life melt into his.
"With me then" he voiced wholeheartedly. Buffy turned to look at him and caught a glimpse of
his heart in his eyes. He was offering more than a place to live, he was offering her another way
to live. One where she would be part of something more than herself and her calling.
It was a lot to trust in but at the end it was what she wanted. After a long hug and kiss they set
about packing her clothing and other personal items.
When they were nearly done, Buffy checked under the bed for a missing boot only to come in
contact with the phone and a furiously blinking answering machine. With a resigned sigh, she
pressed the button that would play the messages. Her watcher's loud English tones boomed
across the tiny studio.
"Buffy... Buffy Summers. It is imperative that you contact me at the number which you are
familiar with. There has been some developments that require your immediate presence in
Sunnydale" bleeeep.
"Miss Summers this is the second time I've called only to hear this infernal machine. Contact
me right away. It is a matter of grave importance" bleep.
"This is my third message in twice as many days. You must travel to Sunnydale immediately
and get in touch with Rupert Giles. He requires your assistance"bleep
"Summers the hell mouth situation has gotten out of control. You must leave for California
right away. The vampire known as Master has taken control of the city of Sunnydale and
threatens to expand into other areas. You must remedy the situation. The fate of the world
depends on it" bleep.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer stood before her vampire lover with a heavy but determined heart. She
couldn't be immature about it anymore. She had to go.
Spike knew what her decision was before she even formulated it. He also knew what his would
be.
Wherever she went, he would follow even if it was to the mouth of hell.
################
On the road. NY- California
Spike stretched his weary muscles as they entered yet another Motel 6. Buffy was tired and he
could not drive during daytime so they routinely found a room before the sun's rays became an
issue.
After paying up front and securing a key, the couple went to their assigned room. She was eager
for a warm shower. He wanted the bed.
Both gave the room a brief once over to make sure not beasties lurked about anywhere. On her
way to the shower Buffy removed her clothing which instantaneously reinvigorated the sleepy
vamp. He made quick work of his own clothing and set out to join her under the warm spray.
Buffy greeted his intrusion eagerly. In truth she'd set out to tempt him and was glad to see how
quickly he'd responded. He didn't disappoint.
His hands traveled the expanse of her wet body. The long elegant fingers pressing alternatively
stroking and pressing into the most intimate parts of her body.
Buffy loved it. The contrast in temperature between the warm water and his cool fingers made
her shiver with pleasure. He took the soap from her hand and slowly washed the accumulated
road dust from her skin. She closed her eyes and lost herself to the sensation. Spike knelt in
front of her to get at her lower part of her body. His soapy hands caressing her the backs of her
legs as his own body rubbed against her. Slowly, he made his way upward until he was once
more standing facing her. His lips pressed against her neck and he lapped at the bite mark from
another vampire. For a second she wondered how his own mark would feel on her neck. She
knew that it would not be an act of violence but of possession and love. Without thinking she
cocked her head and offered her neck.
Spike fell back. His eyes were glued to that vulnerable spot and he felt the stirring of bloodlust.
After an uncertain moment, he managed to push it back. Her questioning glance was answered
by a brief shake of his head. They weren't ready for that yet.
The Slayer bordered on disappointment. She felt rejected somehow and grabbed the towel that
was hanging on the rack next to the shower. The towel went around her damp body and she
quickly pushed back the plastic curtain and stepped out.
Spike looked after her. He had been afraid that she would misinterpret his actions. It wasn't
that he didn't want to claim her. God knew that it would make him deliriously happy. It was
that he had a suspicion that she didn't understand the implications behind the act. Claiming was
akin to marriage in the vampire world. Spike had not claimed any of his former lovers. The
romantic Victorian in him had wanted to wait until he was certain that his mate would be for
life. Buffy was for life and he wanted her to realize it before he put his mark on her.
He could only hoped that she would understand. Without bothering to dry himself, the vampire
went after the Slayer knowing that he could lose her altogether.
TBC
longer but with my job and personal life time is at a premium. I usually write after midnight and
finish a chapter around 1:30 am or just before I fall asleep on the screen. I don't have the energy
to write longer chapters but I do try to write everyday. This is also the reason why there are
sometimes errors with my tenses and grammar. I just don't have the time to edit beyond taking a
cursory glance at what I've written. For that I apologize. Some of you have inquired about what
will happen in the plot the only thing that I know for sure is that B&S will soon be joining the
Wishverse's version of the Scooby gang soon enough. That should be fun to write. Please keep
on reading a reviewing. It really helps a lot. Enjoy.
Phase 10
Studio apt. Lower East Side
Buffy's one room Lower East side studio was not what Spike expected from the girl that was
humanity's sole defender against the demon world.
The tiny studio was bare with only a bed and a couple of chairs for comfort. Clothes and shoes
lay strewn about each of these items. A truly horrendous green shag carpet expanded the length
and width of the room. The tiny kitchen area featured an ancient refrigerator and a two-burner
hotplate that stood in the counter next to the rusty kitchen sink. An orange was the lonely
resident of the refrigerator. The fridge only housed ice.
Spike explored the place while Buffy used the bathroom. He couldn't fathom his beautiful
Slayer living in such conditions. She seemed neglected and he longed to take care of her. If she
would just let him.
Buffy emerged from the bathroom with her hair in its customary tight braid. Spike wrinkled his
nose, he preferred her hair loose and flowing about her shoulders. The Slayer ignored his
reaction, he'd better get used to the idea that she wasn't the lace and flowers girl that he'd forced
her to be when she was his prisoner. There was nothing feminine or girly about her. She was a
warrior.
Upon her invitation, Spike sat on her bed with Buffy at his side. He looked about the
undecorated walls and single shuttered window with something akin to pity in his eyes. His two-
bedroom furnished apartment was leagues away in comfort from this dreary little room.
"Why do you live like this?" he asked quietly.
Buffy considered for a moment.
"This is just a place to crash. It's not home" she answered truthfully.
"Where is home?"
The Slayer turned away from his searching eyes. Home hadn't been a reality since her mother
died and her father all but abandoned her.
"Nowhere" she said in a barely audible tone.
Spike felt something break inside. He longed to hold her and let the pain and loneliness of her
life melt into his.
"With me then" he voiced wholeheartedly. Buffy turned to look at him and caught a glimpse of
his heart in his eyes. He was offering more than a place to live, he was offering her another way
to live. One where she would be part of something more than herself and her calling.
It was a lot to trust in but at the end it was what she wanted. After a long hug and kiss they set
about packing her clothing and other personal items.
When they were nearly done, Buffy checked under the bed for a missing boot only to come in
contact with the phone and a furiously blinking answering machine. With a resigned sigh, she
pressed the button that would play the messages. Her watcher's loud English tones boomed
across the tiny studio.
"Buffy... Buffy Summers. It is imperative that you contact me at the number which you are
familiar with. There has been some developments that require your immediate presence in
Sunnydale" bleeeep.
"Miss Summers this is the second time I've called only to hear this infernal machine. Contact
me right away. It is a matter of grave importance" bleep.
"This is my third message in twice as many days. You must travel to Sunnydale immediately
and get in touch with Rupert Giles. He requires your assistance"bleep
"Summers the hell mouth situation has gotten out of control. You must leave for California
right away. The vampire known as Master has taken control of the city of Sunnydale and
threatens to expand into other areas. You must remedy the situation. The fate of the world
depends on it" bleep.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer stood before her vampire lover with a heavy but determined heart. She
couldn't be immature about it anymore. She had to go.
Spike knew what her decision was before she even formulated it. He also knew what his would
be.
Wherever she went, he would follow even if it was to the mouth of hell.
################
On the road. NY- California
Spike stretched his weary muscles as they entered yet another Motel 6. Buffy was tired and he
could not drive during daytime so they routinely found a room before the sun's rays became an
issue.
After paying up front and securing a key, the couple went to their assigned room. She was eager
for a warm shower. He wanted the bed.
Both gave the room a brief once over to make sure not beasties lurked about anywhere. On her
way to the shower Buffy removed her clothing which instantaneously reinvigorated the sleepy
vamp. He made quick work of his own clothing and set out to join her under the warm spray.
Buffy greeted his intrusion eagerly. In truth she'd set out to tempt him and was glad to see how
quickly he'd responded. He didn't disappoint.
His hands traveled the expanse of her wet body. The long elegant fingers pressing alternatively
stroking and pressing into the most intimate parts of her body.
Buffy loved it. The contrast in temperature between the warm water and his cool fingers made
her shiver with pleasure. He took the soap from her hand and slowly washed the accumulated
road dust from her skin. She closed her eyes and lost herself to the sensation. Spike knelt in
front of her to get at her lower part of her body. His soapy hands caressing her the backs of her
legs as his own body rubbed against her. Slowly, he made his way upward until he was once
more standing facing her. His lips pressed against her neck and he lapped at the bite mark from
another vampire. For a second she wondered how his own mark would feel on her neck. She
knew that it would not be an act of violence but of possession and love. Without thinking she
cocked her head and offered her neck.
Spike fell back. His eyes were glued to that vulnerable spot and he felt the stirring of bloodlust.
After an uncertain moment, he managed to push it back. Her questioning glance was answered
by a brief shake of his head. They weren't ready for that yet.
The Slayer bordered on disappointment. She felt rejected somehow and grabbed the towel that
was hanging on the rack next to the shower. The towel went around her damp body and she
quickly pushed back the plastic curtain and stepped out.
Spike looked after her. He had been afraid that she would misinterpret his actions. It wasn't
that he didn't want to claim her. God knew that it would make him deliriously happy. It was
that he had a suspicion that she didn't understand the implications behind the act. Claiming was
akin to marriage in the vampire world. Spike had not claimed any of his former lovers. The
romantic Victorian in him had wanted to wait until he was certain that his mate would be for
life. Buffy was for life and he wanted her to realize it before he put his mark on her.
He could only hoped that she would understand. Without bothering to dry himself, the vampire
went after the Slayer knowing that he could lose her altogether.
TBC