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Part 15c

Smelling, sensing, hearing, loving the sweet blood that pumped under Buffy's beautiful, flawless skin. Skin only marred by four little puncture scars, scars that he had inflicted. Blood that he knew now he needed, was just millimeters away. If he moved his lips, he would be able to taste the salty sweat that glistened on Buffy's neck.

She had let him claim her as his own a long time past. He has no words to describe the feeling of being the one to claim her, and being able to share such a bond with her. He knew that she had been bitten by two vampires before him. But those were just mere bites; marks, with no real significance, so to speak. However, still mere bites it was, it still annoyed the hell out of him.

His marks are the only ones that are visible now, as the others had disappeared without a trace closely after he claimed her. His claim on her and the claim she has on him is so strong that even death could not come and break it.

He thought of the numerous times of when he tasted the aphrodisiac that is her blood.

But this time's different. And he hesitated because of the fact that there could be a possibility that he may not stop when it was time. The blood lost, the pain he was in, he didn't know if he could control his demon.

But upon hearing the soft even whispers of her voice saying that she trusted him and loved him, over and over again, he gave in.

He let out a growl and bit back the pain as he morphed. He felt her hands stroke his hair, and listened to her encouraging words. Then gently, he sank his fangs into her neck.

"He claimed her didn't he?" Angel asked Giles. Angel already sensed it a long time ago, even saw the marks that confirmed it. But he only now let it sink in. Thinking of Buffy letting herself get bit, even worse claimed by a vampire, even worse a vampire that is not only from the same masterful bloodline, but Spike. This did not sit well with him.

Giles glanced over at Alex, who was sitting on Willow's lap eating left over pizza. Then he turned to Angel, who was sitting in the overstuffed chair facing him. "Judging by your tone and the look on your face, you know of such already. What you meant to ask is, where was I to stop the act? Or better yet, now after what happened just moments ago, how I could sit here, while I know what they are discussing or even doing at this very moment?"

Angel didn't say anything.

"Well, I obviously wasn't there to stop it and I don't think I would have. In fact, I'm actually happy for them that they have such a bond," Giles said.

"You can't be serious! When I—"

"Yes, well, Spike is not you. That said, I see no further reason or feel inclined to elaborate on this matter with you."

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Spike gently took his first sip of the smooth, strong blood, and already felt the wound start to close up.

"That's it baby," Buffy cooed into his ear softly as she kept running her fingers in his hair, encouraging him.

Buffy felt the strong connection and never wanted to leave it. She felt utterly safe and relaxed as she felt the gentle pull from her mate.

When she felt the weight of his arm snake around her waist to pull her closer, she couldn't't help but smile. "See baby, it's working."

Buffy closed her eyes and gave in to the sensation. She felt her heart quicken a bit as it rushed to send more blood his way.

Spike sensed her heart's change of rhythm, and started to withdraw his fangs. Then he licked the four marks, closing the wound, and sealed it with a kiss. "I'm better, luv. Wound's closed, 'n joints aren't stiff anymore."

As Buffy pulled away a bit to look into his eyes, she saw that he wasn't telling the whole truth. "You're still hurting," Buffy stated softly, still feeling the dreamlike state the bite had put her in. She ran her hand over his cheek. "And you're still so hot-"

Just then she heard the door barge open, breaking the spell that she was wrapped in from their bond.