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A chill ran down Buffy's spine. She would never have admitted it but she was terrified. Spike was not dumb. He had already killed two slayers. Two. He was a killer. He thrived in the kill.
The alley behind the Bronze was deserted. Sunnydale's residents knew better by now then to walk at night through empty side roads.
Buffy looked up into the sky. It was a beautiful night. Although it was November, the air was warm and the sky was starry. Her yearning for a normal life and a normal boyfriend came back full force. It would be so nice to watch the stars together on a night like this. So romantic. But no, she had to fight an evil and supremely annoying vampire. Stupid calling.
She hated his arrogance and she especially hated his smirk. Once she had him finished off she would throw a huge party. She could hardly wait. He was the only demon that she had not managed to kill or defeat.
How dare he just smirk at her and light a cigarette? She had wanted to fight right then and there. But he had made it unmistakably clear that he would not oblige her in any way.
Arrogant, self-confident, annoying, sexy vampire. Sexy? Where had that thought come from? Oh god! She had felt something when they had been dancing. Little butterflies in her stomach. A tingly feeling spreading from her stomach all over her body, giving off waves of happiness.
For a split second she had felt safe in his arms. As if it was meant to be. What was meant to be? Why had she felt that way? Why had she thought of him as sexy? Well, he did have a nice body and somehow she could see how he was very handsome in that bad boy way.
But he was a vampire. So, way gross to even think something like that. Evil un-dead, remember? Evil un-dead with a six-pack.
She had to stop thinking like that. She was supposed to kill him. Stake his ass for good and then there will be no more thoughts like that. Nobody would ever know she had had them.
If he just knew what she had been thinking he would laugh himself silly before trying to kill her. She knew he wanted to kill her. He had told her so. So why did she have these thoughts? Romantic feelings for a serial killer who had told her she would be next on his list!? She must be going insane.
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Spike was leaning against the bar in the Bronze.
What the fuck had that been all about? Why had he been holding her like that? Why had it been a comfortable feeling?
She had put her head on his shoulder and he had liked it. Liked it!
Why had she put her head on his shoulder in the first place?
Little bitch was trying to wind him up. How much booze had he had so far? Probably way too much. He did feel a bit woozy. Great, now he was pissed and had to fight the slayer. He was so bloody stupid. At least it had been the drinks that had made him feel like that. Anyway, he was not wankered and that meant he could still fight the slayer and kill that bint. Once and for all.
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Buffy was so lost in thought that she did not hear Spike approaching.
Spike watched her in bewilderment. She looked sad and yet so beautiful at the same time. Her blond hair reflected the moonlight and gave her an otherworldly glow.
Unexpectedly, he wondered what she might be thinking. She was so young. It must be difficult to be a slayer. Spike kicked himself mentally. What was he thinking again? What was it with these fuzzy feelings? He was evil. He had had definitely one too many.
Concentrating on his reasons for being in this alley he sensed the old hatred welling up inside him, building up and finally taking over his spirit.
His demon surged forward and he spat venomously: "Slayer. Let's bring it on. Ready to die?"
Buffy turned around and saw Spike standing in the middle of the alley.
Gone were the conflicting and strange emotions she had been experiencing.
He looked truly frightening. Although she had seen his game face many times, the determination and loathing that radiated from him at this instant caused her to shiver involuntarily.
His black clothes contrasted with his blond hair and pale skin and even without him showing his demon visage he would have come across as a creature of the night. Enraged yellow eyes flashed at her, challenging and threatening her at the same time. One look into these eyes told her that nothing good was inside this creature. The only thing that would come from this disgusting and vile monster would be destruction, death and pain. She was ready to fight.
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He immediately charged at her and kicked her into the stomach. She doubled over in pain and pulled out her stake. The fight had started. Both of them believed it to be a fight till the end and therefore each gave everything to win the upper hand. Exhaustion was gripping both Buffy and Spike but somehow Spike's vampiric nature weakened less under the exertion of their mortal fight.
At one point, Buffy came very close to staking him but in some way Spike managed to step out of her way and twisted her arm that was holding the stake onto her back. She felt a sharp pain in her hand and realized that he had wrenched her hand at such an awkward angle that she had sprained her wrist in the process. She let out a small scream. The stake slid out of her hand. Her obvious pain told Spike that he was winning. Encouraged he continued to cause her even more harm by smashing her back and head against a wall. Buffy whimpered slightly. Spike smirked and used his body to push her even further against the wall. His whole weight and strength was pressing against her making it impossible for her to move. Her sprained arm was in between the wall and her body. Every time Spike pushed her closer towards the wall, he also injured her arm a bit more.
His yellow eyes were sparkling dangerously and a deep growl emerged from his throat. Pure terror gripped Buffy and paralyzed her when she noticed that his face was only one inch away from hers. He had won, she was going to die.
Whilst he moved her head to expose her neck his other hand was holding her free wrist with an iron grip leaving Buffy powerless.
He bent his head to bite her neck but suddenly felt unable to actually bite her. Biting her would be the point of no return; the irreversibility of his actions caused him to hesitate. Instead of biting he started tickling her neck with his tongue.
Buffy felt his tongue licking her main artery sensually and slowly. Somehow she was mesmerized by the movement of his tongue and strangely she noticed how she began to relax. Alarmed by her realization that she was falling under the spell of a vampire, she pulled herself back into reality and used her last strength to struggle against Spike's grasp.
Immediately, Spike stopped licking her throat. For a second he froze, wondering what he had been doing. He had returned to Sunnydale to kill the slayer and all he was doing was letting her off all the time because, well, he did not know the reason. All of a sudden he recognized the strange nagging in his stomach as fuzzy feelings for her. He was evil for fuck's sake! Demon love was not romantic or tender; it was only obsessive, passionate and selfish.
But when he looked into Buffy's eyes he felt captured by her beauty and strength. Nothing seemed to matter anymore; he blocked out his surroundings and his reason for being there. All that counted was the radiance that shone from Buffy's eyes. She looked him into his eyes; an expression of bewilderment playing on her features.
Spike could not control himself any longer and crushed his lips onto hers, kissing her with passion he had not experienced in a long time. Still in game face his sharp fangs injured her lips. The sweet and coppery taste of her powerful blood caused him to deepen his kiss.
Buffy's initial reaction was to try to push him away from her. But for reasons she could not possibly explain she enjoyed the feeling of his cool tongue in her mouth. She liked the feeling of his muscular body pressed against her and of his strong arms holding her. It awoke physical sensations in her that she had almost forgotten. Once her shock and surprise had subsided she returned the kiss with an equal intensity and fervor.
Spike had not expected her to kiss him back and completely astonished he paused and stared at her.
Green eyes met yellow eyes. Her gaze seemed to ask him why he had stopped. His demon face melted away and he bent his head for a second kiss. This time, he kissed her more affectionately, more humanlike.
Buffy did not comprehend what was happening. Spike had won their fight and had been about to kill his third slayer and then, completely out of the blue, he started kissing her. And the worst was that she liked it. The way his kisses made her feel was inconceivable to her. Panic gripped her and in the middle of their second kiss she broke away.
Spike simply looked at her, panic, shock and terror written all over his face. Kissing her had awoken emotions in him that he had not known he even possessed. Clear thinking eluded him and he relaxed his grip on Buffy even further.
Buffy immediately pushed him to the side and fled leaving a very confused vampire behind.
TBC
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A chill ran down Buffy's spine. She would never have admitted it but she was terrified. Spike was not dumb. He had already killed two slayers. Two. He was a killer. He thrived in the kill.
The alley behind the Bronze was deserted. Sunnydale's residents knew better by now then to walk at night through empty side roads.
Buffy looked up into the sky. It was a beautiful night. Although it was November, the air was warm and the sky was starry. Her yearning for a normal life and a normal boyfriend came back full force. It would be so nice to watch the stars together on a night like this. So romantic. But no, she had to fight an evil and supremely annoying vampire. Stupid calling.
She hated his arrogance and she especially hated his smirk. Once she had him finished off she would throw a huge party. She could hardly wait. He was the only demon that she had not managed to kill or defeat.
How dare he just smirk at her and light a cigarette? She had wanted to fight right then and there. But he had made it unmistakably clear that he would not oblige her in any way.
Arrogant, self-confident, annoying, sexy vampire. Sexy? Where had that thought come from? Oh god! She had felt something when they had been dancing. Little butterflies in her stomach. A tingly feeling spreading from her stomach all over her body, giving off waves of happiness.
For a split second she had felt safe in his arms. As if it was meant to be. What was meant to be? Why had she felt that way? Why had she thought of him as sexy? Well, he did have a nice body and somehow she could see how he was very handsome in that bad boy way.
But he was a vampire. So, way gross to even think something like that. Evil un-dead, remember? Evil un-dead with a six-pack.
She had to stop thinking like that. She was supposed to kill him. Stake his ass for good and then there will be no more thoughts like that. Nobody would ever know she had had them.
If he just knew what she had been thinking he would laugh himself silly before trying to kill her. She knew he wanted to kill her. He had told her so. So why did she have these thoughts? Romantic feelings for a serial killer who had told her she would be next on his list!? She must be going insane.
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Spike was leaning against the bar in the Bronze.
What the fuck had that been all about? Why had he been holding her like that? Why had it been a comfortable feeling?
She had put her head on his shoulder and he had liked it. Liked it!
Why had she put her head on his shoulder in the first place?
Little bitch was trying to wind him up. How much booze had he had so far? Probably way too much. He did feel a bit woozy. Great, now he was pissed and had to fight the slayer. He was so bloody stupid. At least it had been the drinks that had made him feel like that. Anyway, he was not wankered and that meant he could still fight the slayer and kill that bint. Once and for all.
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Buffy was so lost in thought that she did not hear Spike approaching.
Spike watched her in bewilderment. She looked sad and yet so beautiful at the same time. Her blond hair reflected the moonlight and gave her an otherworldly glow.
Unexpectedly, he wondered what she might be thinking. She was so young. It must be difficult to be a slayer. Spike kicked himself mentally. What was he thinking again? What was it with these fuzzy feelings? He was evil. He had had definitely one too many.
Concentrating on his reasons for being in this alley he sensed the old hatred welling up inside him, building up and finally taking over his spirit.
His demon surged forward and he spat venomously: "Slayer. Let's bring it on. Ready to die?"
Buffy turned around and saw Spike standing in the middle of the alley.
Gone were the conflicting and strange emotions she had been experiencing.
He looked truly frightening. Although she had seen his game face many times, the determination and loathing that radiated from him at this instant caused her to shiver involuntarily.
His black clothes contrasted with his blond hair and pale skin and even without him showing his demon visage he would have come across as a creature of the night. Enraged yellow eyes flashed at her, challenging and threatening her at the same time. One look into these eyes told her that nothing good was inside this creature. The only thing that would come from this disgusting and vile monster would be destruction, death and pain. She was ready to fight.
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He immediately charged at her and kicked her into the stomach. She doubled over in pain and pulled out her stake. The fight had started. Both of them believed it to be a fight till the end and therefore each gave everything to win the upper hand. Exhaustion was gripping both Buffy and Spike but somehow Spike's vampiric nature weakened less under the exertion of their mortal fight.
At one point, Buffy came very close to staking him but in some way Spike managed to step out of her way and twisted her arm that was holding the stake onto her back. She felt a sharp pain in her hand and realized that he had wrenched her hand at such an awkward angle that she had sprained her wrist in the process. She let out a small scream. The stake slid out of her hand. Her obvious pain told Spike that he was winning. Encouraged he continued to cause her even more harm by smashing her back and head against a wall. Buffy whimpered slightly. Spike smirked and used his body to push her even further against the wall. His whole weight and strength was pressing against her making it impossible for her to move. Her sprained arm was in between the wall and her body. Every time Spike pushed her closer towards the wall, he also injured her arm a bit more.
His yellow eyes were sparkling dangerously and a deep growl emerged from his throat. Pure terror gripped Buffy and paralyzed her when she noticed that his face was only one inch away from hers. He had won, she was going to die.
Whilst he moved her head to expose her neck his other hand was holding her free wrist with an iron grip leaving Buffy powerless.
He bent his head to bite her neck but suddenly felt unable to actually bite her. Biting her would be the point of no return; the irreversibility of his actions caused him to hesitate. Instead of biting he started tickling her neck with his tongue.
Buffy felt his tongue licking her main artery sensually and slowly. Somehow she was mesmerized by the movement of his tongue and strangely she noticed how she began to relax. Alarmed by her realization that she was falling under the spell of a vampire, she pulled herself back into reality and used her last strength to struggle against Spike's grasp.
Immediately, Spike stopped licking her throat. For a second he froze, wondering what he had been doing. He had returned to Sunnydale to kill the slayer and all he was doing was letting her off all the time because, well, he did not know the reason. All of a sudden he recognized the strange nagging in his stomach as fuzzy feelings for her. He was evil for fuck's sake! Demon love was not romantic or tender; it was only obsessive, passionate and selfish.
But when he looked into Buffy's eyes he felt captured by her beauty and strength. Nothing seemed to matter anymore; he blocked out his surroundings and his reason for being there. All that counted was the radiance that shone from Buffy's eyes. She looked him into his eyes; an expression of bewilderment playing on her features.
Spike could not control himself any longer and crushed his lips onto hers, kissing her with passion he had not experienced in a long time. Still in game face his sharp fangs injured her lips. The sweet and coppery taste of her powerful blood caused him to deepen his kiss.
Buffy's initial reaction was to try to push him away from her. But for reasons she could not possibly explain she enjoyed the feeling of his cool tongue in her mouth. She liked the feeling of his muscular body pressed against her and of his strong arms holding her. It awoke physical sensations in her that she had almost forgotten. Once her shock and surprise had subsided she returned the kiss with an equal intensity and fervor.
Spike had not expected her to kiss him back and completely astonished he paused and stared at her.
Green eyes met yellow eyes. Her gaze seemed to ask him why he had stopped. His demon face melted away and he bent his head for a second kiss. This time, he kissed her more affectionately, more humanlike.
Buffy did not comprehend what was happening. Spike had won their fight and had been about to kill his third slayer and then, completely out of the blue, he started kissing her. And the worst was that she liked it. The way his kisses made her feel was inconceivable to her. Panic gripped her and in the middle of their second kiss she broke away.
Spike simply looked at her, panic, shock and terror written all over his face. Kissing her had awoken emotions in him that he had not known he even possessed. Clear thinking eluded him and he relaxed his grip on Buffy even further.
Buffy immediately pushed him to the side and fled leaving a very confused vampire behind.
TBC