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Chapter 15
Rising slowly from his place on the cold floor of the mansion, Angel looked around, his eyes slightly glassy and a haze around his mind as the last traces of his soul disappeared from his mind and body. The room spun as he crashed back to the floor, screaming out and gripping at his chest, suddenly void of a soul.
Cackling the woman stood up and walked over to him, leaning over, her ample bust spilling from the top of her dress as her curls flounced in front of her face. "Well hello sweets. Time to get up, we have a key for us to get so I can go home. Come on, up now."
Angelus, in the blink of an eye, had his hand clasped around her throat, pinning her against a wall, fangs bared and a clod glint in his once warm eyes. "I'm up..." As he dived in to sink his fangs into her neck, she giggled and kicked him across the room, into the wall and leaving an imprint of his body in the wall.
"So I see, but you will learn that up is not always a good thing... Angelus." She pushed her dress down, smoothing out the wrinkles she had made in it. "Silk, annoying material, but it just feels so good! Anyways, I'm Glory, my minions refer to me as Glorificus, and yadda yadda yadda, but here's the thing. I'm here to get my key so I can go home. I have this little pesky problem though, it's called a slayer. Now, I heard that she's an old girlfriend of yours... Buffy? Ring a bell? So well, she has my key, and she won't give it back!"
"Sounds like a personal problem. What does all of this have to do with me?" Angelus growled menacingly at her, attempting to size her up for what she was and looking for any weaknesses.
"Well, you're gonna help me."
"And why should I do that?"
"So I don't kill you right here." The look she gave him was enough to send fear into any evil's heart.
"So what do you want me to do then?" He blushed the bit of dust off of his sleeve and walked over to her, stalking as though a cat would.
"Why, that's your job to figure out... Kill her friends, kill her, torture her, make her life miserable, heard that you were pretty good with that stuff. Or was I wrong?"
"No, not wrong..." He slipped up in front of her and looked down into her eyes, smirking at the smirk that met his eyes.
Slipping his hands up along her sides he pulled her flush against him, pressing his cold lips against hers, brutally opening her mouth to shove his tongue inside. There was no passion in this, only lust, pure animal lust, driven purely by need and desire.
Spike drove the entire way back to Sunnydale in silence, all of his memories of Buffy floating through his head. The first night that he saw her, he saw a little girl, alive with sexuality. This wasn't the girl who had killed the master, she had looked far too frail, but try as he might have to dismiss it, he couldn't help but see the lithe body that writhed on the dance floor and see her power, her strength. Soon the song that had been playing that night seeped into his mind and he began to tap his fingers on the wheel in tune to the beat as he sang:
"I did a stupid thing last night. A moment of weakness, no not a moment, more like three months of weakness. I'm one step away from crashin' to my knees..."
Dismissing that memory he moved through the rest, once again coming to rest on their first time with one another, when they had been married, running to some place in the middle of the night to elope had been the craziest thing that Buffy had ever done she told him.
"Spike! Honey, this is insane..."
"Is it so insane that I'm in love with you? That I want to be with you forever?"
"No, I mean I want this too... but... my mom?"
"We'll have a big fancy proper wedding later for all the friends and folks, but I just wanna know that we'll always be together..."
"Oh Spike! I love you!"
The memory continued to seep through the cracks in his memory.
"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, forsaking all others?"
"I do."
"Then I no pronounce your husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
Another tear fell down Spike's cheek as they so often did as of lately when he thought of her, and the closer he got to Sunnydale the more he felt like he was doing the right thing going back.
Buffy stared out at the lonely street that was lit by the occasional street lamp and sighed as she listened to soft music. Who was she kidding? It's not like Spike was coming back, none of them ever did, at least not for her. And Angel... he... he was trying to complicate everything. But the possibility of him becoming human again; however, if Spike was human again... No, it was her sister that she would have to sacrifice to gain such a feat. She would not take her sister's life for some selfish purpose, even if it would mean happiness from this dark, cold world that she now lived in.
She never saw the black DeSoto that pulled up to her house and the dark figure with the platinum hair step out and into her house, heading towards the light of her bedroom.
Spike walked silently, not wanting to alert her to his presence. It was when he saw her, sitting by her window, bathed in moonlight did he finally know that this was where he belonged, even if she truly never accepted him, he could never leave this again. "'lo luv..."
No words were needed, none were said as she quickly made her way into his open arms, the two souls embracing one another, swearing that they would never let go, that they would rather drown in each other than let go again.
Lips searched out lips and hands caressed bare flesh, delicately playing, but needing each other. Clothes slipped unbidden from bodies, leaving alabaster flesh and a tanner, darker creme, one hot, one cold, but each burning for the other.
Leaving one another for only a moment to let their eyes look adoringly over the other, they pulled back to one another and feverishly kissed as their hands roamed over each other's taunt skin, sliding over the muscles that lay just under the flesh.
He slipped his arms around her and picked her up in his arms and laid her back onto the bed, slipping himself between her legs. "Did you file those papers yet?"
She smiled up at his concerned face and let her hand caress his cheek. "I couldn't bring myself to... It was one of the last ties I had to you..." She suddenly frowned, "but if you want me to..."
"No... no luv, I don't want you to... I love you."
And again their lips were upon one another, Buffy sighing in ecstasy, "I love you too..."
"Oh! Fuck me!" Glory growled up at Angel before flipping him over onto his back. She pounded onto him over and over, letting her nails scratch over his skin, drawing blood that she fed to him, and seemed to make him all the more eager to please and make her scream.
His demon lay in plain sight as he fucked her over and over, lapping up his own blood that she fed him and sometimes hers. The more brutal, the better it was for the both of them. The pace was bruising, already past the borders of rape. Blood and sweat coated them, as did their sex.
Spike slowly moved between his angel's legs, drawing out her pleasure as he moved her to a release, holding back his own. He'd been selfish enough as of late, he was going to make this a night for her to remember.
Kneeling down he nipped at her breasts, teasing the buds that peaked out at him, and he let his arms wrap around her, pulling her to him and caressing her back lovingly, all while keeping the slow pace that drove both insane.
Buffy moaned over and over for harder, faster, anything as she panted from all of the glorious sensations that he was evoking within her. Her orgasm had been building for forever it seemed and if she didn't reach it soon, she felt as though she were going to explode.
Moving up he licked a gentle trail across the scar that was still healing on her neck from his bite before slipping his fangs back into her skin to reopen the wound and reclaim her as his, forever and always.
Glory rolled off of Angelus and patted his chest. "Good little vampire."
Angelus just smirked and pulled his pants back on. "Now when do we get to start killing things?"
Spike eased himself onto the bed next to Buffy and pulled her close to him, rubbing her back with his hands. "I love you Buffy. I love you so much. I'm not going to leave you again."
Tears splashed against his chest and he tilted her head to look up at him.
"What's wrong love?"
"It's... Why did you leave? What did you need?... I'm just happy that you're back..."
For the first time, Spike noticed the bruise on the side of his love's face. "What's this?" he said as he traced the outline of the bruise.
"Angel... he... he got upset with me... because I... I was with you..."
The demon inside of him roared in fury at Angel touching his love... she was his... always his. "He'll pay..."
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Chapter 15
Rising slowly from his place on the cold floor of the mansion, Angel looked around, his eyes slightly glassy and a haze around his mind as the last traces of his soul disappeared from his mind and body. The room spun as he crashed back to the floor, screaming out and gripping at his chest, suddenly void of a soul.
Cackling the woman stood up and walked over to him, leaning over, her ample bust spilling from the top of her dress as her curls flounced in front of her face. "Well hello sweets. Time to get up, we have a key for us to get so I can go home. Come on, up now."
Angelus, in the blink of an eye, had his hand clasped around her throat, pinning her against a wall, fangs bared and a clod glint in his once warm eyes. "I'm up..." As he dived in to sink his fangs into her neck, she giggled and kicked him across the room, into the wall and leaving an imprint of his body in the wall.
"So I see, but you will learn that up is not always a good thing... Angelus." She pushed her dress down, smoothing out the wrinkles she had made in it. "Silk, annoying material, but it just feels so good! Anyways, I'm Glory, my minions refer to me as Glorificus, and yadda yadda yadda, but here's the thing. I'm here to get my key so I can go home. I have this little pesky problem though, it's called a slayer. Now, I heard that she's an old girlfriend of yours... Buffy? Ring a bell? So well, she has my key, and she won't give it back!"
"Sounds like a personal problem. What does all of this have to do with me?" Angelus growled menacingly at her, attempting to size her up for what she was and looking for any weaknesses.
"Well, you're gonna help me."
"And why should I do that?"
"So I don't kill you right here." The look she gave him was enough to send fear into any evil's heart.
"So what do you want me to do then?" He blushed the bit of dust off of his sleeve and walked over to her, stalking as though a cat would.
"Why, that's your job to figure out... Kill her friends, kill her, torture her, make her life miserable, heard that you were pretty good with that stuff. Or was I wrong?"
"No, not wrong..." He slipped up in front of her and looked down into her eyes, smirking at the smirk that met his eyes.
Slipping his hands up along her sides he pulled her flush against him, pressing his cold lips against hers, brutally opening her mouth to shove his tongue inside. There was no passion in this, only lust, pure animal lust, driven purely by need and desire.
Spike drove the entire way back to Sunnydale in silence, all of his memories of Buffy floating through his head. The first night that he saw her, he saw a little girl, alive with sexuality. This wasn't the girl who had killed the master, she had looked far too frail, but try as he might have to dismiss it, he couldn't help but see the lithe body that writhed on the dance floor and see her power, her strength. Soon the song that had been playing that night seeped into his mind and he began to tap his fingers on the wheel in tune to the beat as he sang:
"I did a stupid thing last night. A moment of weakness, no not a moment, more like three months of weakness. I'm one step away from crashin' to my knees..."
Dismissing that memory he moved through the rest, once again coming to rest on their first time with one another, when they had been married, running to some place in the middle of the night to elope had been the craziest thing that Buffy had ever done she told him.
"Spike! Honey, this is insane..."
"Is it so insane that I'm in love with you? That I want to be with you forever?"
"No, I mean I want this too... but... my mom?"
"We'll have a big fancy proper wedding later for all the friends and folks, but I just wanna know that we'll always be together..."
"Oh Spike! I love you!"
The memory continued to seep through the cracks in his memory.
"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, forsaking all others?"
"I do."
"Then I no pronounce your husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
Another tear fell down Spike's cheek as they so often did as of lately when he thought of her, and the closer he got to Sunnydale the more he felt like he was doing the right thing going back.
Buffy stared out at the lonely street that was lit by the occasional street lamp and sighed as she listened to soft music. Who was she kidding? It's not like Spike was coming back, none of them ever did, at least not for her. And Angel... he... he was trying to complicate everything. But the possibility of him becoming human again; however, if Spike was human again... No, it was her sister that she would have to sacrifice to gain such a feat. She would not take her sister's life for some selfish purpose, even if it would mean happiness from this dark, cold world that she now lived in.
She never saw the black DeSoto that pulled up to her house and the dark figure with the platinum hair step out and into her house, heading towards the light of her bedroom.
Spike walked silently, not wanting to alert her to his presence. It was when he saw her, sitting by her window, bathed in moonlight did he finally know that this was where he belonged, even if she truly never accepted him, he could never leave this again. "'lo luv..."
No words were needed, none were said as she quickly made her way into his open arms, the two souls embracing one another, swearing that they would never let go, that they would rather drown in each other than let go again.
Lips searched out lips and hands caressed bare flesh, delicately playing, but needing each other. Clothes slipped unbidden from bodies, leaving alabaster flesh and a tanner, darker creme, one hot, one cold, but each burning for the other.
Leaving one another for only a moment to let their eyes look adoringly over the other, they pulled back to one another and feverishly kissed as their hands roamed over each other's taunt skin, sliding over the muscles that lay just under the flesh.
He slipped his arms around her and picked her up in his arms and laid her back onto the bed, slipping himself between her legs. "Did you file those papers yet?"
She smiled up at his concerned face and let her hand caress his cheek. "I couldn't bring myself to... It was one of the last ties I had to you..." She suddenly frowned, "but if you want me to..."
"No... no luv, I don't want you to... I love you."
And again their lips were upon one another, Buffy sighing in ecstasy, "I love you too..."
"Oh! Fuck me!" Glory growled up at Angel before flipping him over onto his back. She pounded onto him over and over, letting her nails scratch over his skin, drawing blood that she fed to him, and seemed to make him all the more eager to please and make her scream.
His demon lay in plain sight as he fucked her over and over, lapping up his own blood that she fed him and sometimes hers. The more brutal, the better it was for the both of them. The pace was bruising, already past the borders of rape. Blood and sweat coated them, as did their sex.
Spike slowly moved between his angel's legs, drawing out her pleasure as he moved her to a release, holding back his own. He'd been selfish enough as of late, he was going to make this a night for her to remember.
Kneeling down he nipped at her breasts, teasing the buds that peaked out at him, and he let his arms wrap around her, pulling her to him and caressing her back lovingly, all while keeping the slow pace that drove both insane.
Buffy moaned over and over for harder, faster, anything as she panted from all of the glorious sensations that he was evoking within her. Her orgasm had been building for forever it seemed and if she didn't reach it soon, she felt as though she were going to explode.
Moving up he licked a gentle trail across the scar that was still healing on her neck from his bite before slipping his fangs back into her skin to reopen the wound and reclaim her as his, forever and always.
Glory rolled off of Angelus and patted his chest. "Good little vampire."
Angelus just smirked and pulled his pants back on. "Now when do we get to start killing things?"
Spike eased himself onto the bed next to Buffy and pulled her close to him, rubbing her back with his hands. "I love you Buffy. I love you so much. I'm not going to leave you again."
Tears splashed against his chest and he tilted her head to look up at him.
"What's wrong love?"
"It's... Why did you leave? What did you need?... I'm just happy that you're back..."
For the first time, Spike noticed the bruise on the side of his love's face. "What's this?" he said as he traced the outline of the bruise.
"Angel... he... he got upset with me... because I... I was with you..."
The demon inside of him roared in fury at Angel touching his love... she was his... always his. "He'll pay..."
