Chapter 2
Two Weeks Later
Buffy grunted as she was thrown against the cement wall, she stood, glaring at the vampire as she drew s take from her pocket. "Ya know, if Spike didn't know you so well I'd've killed you sooner."
He grinned. "There's one problem my dear, I already am dead."
"Undead." She corrected, throwing a kick at him only to be thrown to the ground in an uncomfortable spilt-like position. "Damn you're good!" She muttered under her breath.
Erik sighed, tsking her (as in tsk tsk tsk) then turning and leaving the injured slayer on the ground in the parking garage. He stopped for a moment. "By the way," he turned to her heaving form. "If you'd have lifted your leg a bit higher you probably would have gotten me in the chin. Good day."
"Bastard!" She cursed, pulling herself up. "Goddamn son of a b..."
"There's no need to swear so much, love."
She turned, looking at Spike. "Perfect timing, he's already gone."
Spike sighed, shaking his head. "Darling I really don't think you understand this. Erik was as strong as me when he was alive which practically makes him nearly three times as strong, as the both of us."
"I have to kill him Spike, I've gotta get rid of him it's my... Civic duty."
He chuckled at the term. "Never you mind that big badass. There's only one person that can tame that kitten and if she's even still alive she wouldn't help me for nothin'."
Buffy shook her head, wiping some blood from her lip onto her sleeve. "What in God's name did you do to her?"
Paris, 1884
"Christine love, stop fidgeting."
"I'm frightened Spike! I don't want to hurt him." She shook her head. "He's been so good to me."
Spike sighed. "This was your idea. You go in, get him to let you at his neck, bite in until instinct says 'STOP!', rip a hole in that bodice of yours, let him have a nip, then he drops dead, you wait and your with your Angel forever and for always."
She shook her head. "All right, if you say so."
"Have I ever lied to yeh?"
"Well yes, then you killed me."
"Ah, but I didn't, not totally. I coulda easily just have drained your blood and left."
She grinned smugly, opening the door to the place del'opéra. "No you couldn't."
"Oh, why?"
She turned to him with a soft enticing smile before going down into the cellars. "Because you love me." She purred.
Present Day
"What's so bad about that?" Buffy asked him as he bandaged her arm.
"Twenty years later I handed both of them over to... A "vampire dealer", basically someone who turns 'em in and gets 'em killed. They escaped, and I never heard from them again, until now."
"Why'd you do it?"
He paused, then continued his work. "A lot of reasons, jealousy, anger, betrayal, I never got over ol' Chrissy shagging that deformed freak, don't know if I ever will, but no more of that. I have you now." He kissed the now bandaged wound.
"And I've tamed you into a pussycat."
He grinned up at her. "And it was an easy task too, eh?"
Her mouth dropped open and eyes widened significantly. She laughed, nudging him and hopping off the bathroom counter.
The voice of an angel....
The smile of an angel...
The body of a goddess...
"Christine," Spike groaned, tossing in his sleep.
"Shhhhh William, it's all right."
Spike watched himself take her into his arms, spreading kisses up her throat. This was the true betrayal, before he had changed her. She had given herself to him, before Erik, she was his!
Christine looked at him, her modest beauty causing him to moan and claim another kiss from her, her vibrant blue eyes softening at his touch. "This is our secret William, no one can ever know. No one,"
He ran a hand through her long, thick brown hair. "I promise."
If he could have died again he would have when he had broken that promise and seen her face, shocked, frightened and embarrassed. He had needed a stake so badly at the moment, but he wasn't about to allow Erik to shove anything else in his face. It was weeks later that she had found strength to confront him.
"How could you Spike? How could you do that!" Her eyes flooded and released tears, her hands clutching at her silent, unmoving heart.
"He pissed me off! I was sick of hearing how great a time the two of you have! You are MINE Christine, never forget that! I gave you a new life! I've loved you!" He choked on his anger, looking away to hide the emotion. "I know we're damned, but when you want something as badly as I wanted at that moment you cant help but covet. Christine, Christine,"
She moved forward, touching his shoulder. "My heart has always been with Erik, no matter how much I love you. This cant be, I cant just betray him again. Raoul was enough. I am bound to him."
He turned back to her, his face clean from sadness. "But, you DO love me?"
She sighed, shaking her head. "You know I do."
There had been no "vampire dealer", he had set her free from his will and heart, and asked her to never come back to him again. They had one last night together, and in the morning, Christine had left.
Spike's eyes opened, he jumped up as he realized a light was burning now that had not been burning before. He looked about, then stood, making his way to the bright candle. Fascinated, he cupped the delicate flame and jumped when two arms slid around his back so that two icy hands could slither into his shirt onto his bare chest.
A head rested against his back, some hair falling forward to drape across him. He knew that hair, and those hands, but why?
"William," was all she muttered.
Spike swallowed roughly. He had to be dreaming. Yes, he was still asleep. He soon realized though that her nails had begun to glide across his chest, lightly scratching it. "You are awake, my love."
If he were living his heart would hammer. He turned to meet the beautiful blue eyes, no longer innocent but full of knowledge and growth, but still in the core, her innocence remained.
"Bon soir, monsieur." She purred.
He tried to glare. "I told you to never find me."
"William," she said softly. "Isn't 100 years enough? I've tried my pet but I just couldn't stay away any more. Oh I wont be around long, I have business after this week, but I'm sure," she removed his shirt, revealing the pale, tough skin below. "We can keep each other occupied until then."
With a helpless groan he dipped and claimed her kiss, feeling her hands spread over his chest again. He quickly pulled back and snatched his shirt up. "I cant,"
"Why not Spikey, because of that girl you're seeing? Oh, she wont know," Christine's eyes flowed over them. "I've already worked something out..."
"If you've killed her..." He gestured to some wood.
"Sadly I haven't, I knew you'd be pissed. I've messed with her sisters grades and shell be too busy checking homework to come to you. I've gotten quite good with computers..."
Her dress dropped, and Spike helplessly let her have her will, unable to not ravish her after so many years of not seeing that gorgeous, pale body.
