Ultimatum
Jessica Charlotte
Story: Spike was the Master's favorite right hand man. He was reveling in the fame and the benefits of being in his position. Other vampires and demons feared him. The Master cared for him as a father would a son. Then Buffy moved to Sunnydale. Will Spike be able to carry out the Master's wish again?
Spoilers: none in particular...in any case, Angel hasn't showed. Rough season 1.
Disclaimer: You know the drill. I know and own no one but myself and this story. Characters all belong to others. Please don't sue.
A/N: yes. I know that I have way to many stories going at once. But this story was calling to me, so here it is.
Chapter One:
He always loved the projects he was assigned. He wasn't given any of the pansy boohoo busy work. No he was given the biggest battles. The fun stuff. Like killing people. That was pretty damn fun, if you asked him. There is no question that Spike loved his job as the Master's right hand man. Others were jealous and feared him. The Master liked him. He was kept in a large supply of fresh blood, and was generally allowed to do what he pleased, unlike most of the vampires working under the Master.
He was standing in a club designed to appeal to the eye of a teenager. Dim lighting, cushiony chairs and couches, a bar. But he wasn't paying a lot of attention to that. He had a new assignment. Buffy Anne Summers. She would make the third slayer that he bagged. It wasn't hard to distinguish her from the other girls in the club. Her power-tinged blood hummed around him. But she was different from the other slayers he met. There was an air of innocence that he hadn't seen in a slayer before. By the time he was even on the same continent as one, they already had a death wish. She was oddly refreshing.
But she could wait for a few minutes. He was hungry. He scanned the club for a cute, ditzy looking girl. They made rather good snacks.
"Hello salty goodness," came a feminine voice from behind him. He turned around to see an attractive brunette looking him up and down. "A little on the gothic side, but those cheekbones make up for it."
He curled his tongue behind his teeth in a sexy smirk. "And who might you be, love?"
She held out her well-manicured hand, "Cordelia Chase. And you?"
"M' name's Spike."
"Interesting," her gaze shot to his crotch before sliding up his chest to once again meet his eyes. "I wonder how you got that name."
Buffy froze on the dance floor, the hair on the back of her neck standing up. Her senses alert, she continued dancing, her eyes scanning the room.
"What's up, Buff?" Xander asked. "Is the ole Spidey sense tingling?"
"Huh?" Buffy asked distractedly. "Oh, yeah. I can't quite figure out where he is. I'll be back."
She left her friends and weaved her way off of the dance floor. She walked towards the bathrooms, and paused before the door, frowning as the tingles dimmed. Whirling around, she walked back out into the main space, this time heading towards the bar.
"Bingo," she murmured, her eyes zeroing in on the vampire. An 80's reject whose outfit screamed Billy Idol wannabe. He was sitting at a table, chatting up a girl...who just happened to be Cordelia. Great. This should be fun.
A look of determination crossed her face and she started walking towards the table.
"So, Spike," Cordelia said. "Tell me about yourself."
"Well, pet, not much to tell. I'm into traveling. Don't stay in the same spot for long."
What brings you to Sunnydale?" she curled a strand of hair around her finger and tilted her head to the side provocatively.
He stared at her neck, his senses honing in on the sound of her blood pumping beneath her skin. "Buissness."
Her eyebrows raised in approval. "Buissness? Very classy. What field of work are you in?"
"Oh you know, the usual. Body guards, bounty hunting, researching the paranormal, stuff like that."
Her blinding smile dimmed and she quickly lost interest. "Oh, well, you've come to the right town then. This is psycho town U.S.A." She paused, "Oh! You know who you could talk to? There's this girl in my class who just transferred here this year. Very creepy. Like, when I first met her, she pinned me to the wall and held a piece of wood to my chest. I mean, geez, what bug crawled up her butt? But seriously, she's very weird, and she's always around when the weird stuff happens too."
Spike leaned forward in his seat and propped his elbows on the table, clasping his hands together. Leaning toward her, he murmured in a hypnotic, seductive voice, "Do you happen to know where I could find this bird, love? She sounds like a very interesting person, and perhaps would be very helpful."
"Who knows where she disappears to at night? Wouldn't surprise me if you found her lurking about in a graveyard. Oh, wait a minute, here she comes now."
Spike grinned wickedly, keeping his gaze on Cordelia as she rambled on about bloody nonsense, feeling the Slayer approach. He sat up once she stopped at the table. His gaze hotly skimmed Buffy, and she could feel herself blush under his intense stare.
"Oh hi, Buffy," Cordelia started in a plastic voice. "We were just talking about you."
"Oh really?" Buffy responded, her eyebrows quirking in response.
"Yeah, I was just informing Spike here of what a freak you are."
Buffy rolled her eyes before looking at Spike more closely, taking note of the battle scar marring his eyebrow.
"Well, there's things to be said about the man who studies every angle of his subject," he said in a sultry tone.
"So I'm your subject now?" Why did the thought cause butterflies to flutter in her stomach. Bad, bad Buffy!
He laughed, "I was simply making a point. But if you're offering, I'm sure I could teach you a couple of things, love."
The innuendo echoed in her mind, and she blushed further. Damn it Buffy! Get it together. One word: Vampire. So quit it with the flirting already. She tilted her head back slightly, so she was looking down on him. "Right, I'm sure you could," she said sarcastically. "Spike was it?" after he nodded she continued, "Well, Spike, I'm pretty sure that I already know about everything you're thinking of."
A genuine smile crossed his face, and his eyes twinkled with mischevious mirth. There's a difference between knowing about something, and experiencing it first hand. The rush of adrenaline, the confidence, the hunger, the fight. Can you really say that you've intimately experienced that?"
Her heartbeat sped up and her mouth suddenly felt very dry, her mind providing images only fit for a porn flick. A very, very good porn flick. "Maybe you'd be up for a," she paused and licked her lips, "Demonstration some time."
He laughed richly, before cocking his head to the side and looking at her hungrily. "With you? Anytime, love. Just name the time and place."
Her flirtatious gaze turned into a cold business stare. "Alley out back. Five minutes." They shared a knowing look before she turned around and disappeared behind throngs of sweaty people.
"God, what a ho-bag!" Cordelia screeched. "Wait until the girls hear about this."
"No," Spike said. He narrowed his eyes at her, until she was looking dazedly back at him. "There will be no nonsense gossiping with the girls from now on about that girl. You understand?" She nodded compliantly and he relaxed, releasing her from his thrall. "Thanks for the tip about her, she's a firecracker."
Cordelia rolled her eyes, "I'd say more of a nutcase, but apparently some people dig psychopaths."
He just looked at her. "Right. See you later, ducks. Gotta go see a girl."
TBC....
Jessica Charlotte
Story: Spike was the Master's favorite right hand man. He was reveling in the fame and the benefits of being in his position. Other vampires and demons feared him. The Master cared for him as a father would a son. Then Buffy moved to Sunnydale. Will Spike be able to carry out the Master's wish again?
Spoilers: none in particular...in any case, Angel hasn't showed. Rough season 1.
Disclaimer: You know the drill. I know and own no one but myself and this story. Characters all belong to others. Please don't sue.
A/N: yes. I know that I have way to many stories going at once. But this story was calling to me, so here it is.
Chapter One:
He always loved the projects he was assigned. He wasn't given any of the pansy boohoo busy work. No he was given the biggest battles. The fun stuff. Like killing people. That was pretty damn fun, if you asked him. There is no question that Spike loved his job as the Master's right hand man. Others were jealous and feared him. The Master liked him. He was kept in a large supply of fresh blood, and was generally allowed to do what he pleased, unlike most of the vampires working under the Master.
He was standing in a club designed to appeal to the eye of a teenager. Dim lighting, cushiony chairs and couches, a bar. But he wasn't paying a lot of attention to that. He had a new assignment. Buffy Anne Summers. She would make the third slayer that he bagged. It wasn't hard to distinguish her from the other girls in the club. Her power-tinged blood hummed around him. But she was different from the other slayers he met. There was an air of innocence that he hadn't seen in a slayer before. By the time he was even on the same continent as one, they already had a death wish. She was oddly refreshing.
But she could wait for a few minutes. He was hungry. He scanned the club for a cute, ditzy looking girl. They made rather good snacks.
"Hello salty goodness," came a feminine voice from behind him. He turned around to see an attractive brunette looking him up and down. "A little on the gothic side, but those cheekbones make up for it."
He curled his tongue behind his teeth in a sexy smirk. "And who might you be, love?"
She held out her well-manicured hand, "Cordelia Chase. And you?"
"M' name's Spike."
"Interesting," her gaze shot to his crotch before sliding up his chest to once again meet his eyes. "I wonder how you got that name."
Buffy froze on the dance floor, the hair on the back of her neck standing up. Her senses alert, she continued dancing, her eyes scanning the room.
"What's up, Buff?" Xander asked. "Is the ole Spidey sense tingling?"
"Huh?" Buffy asked distractedly. "Oh, yeah. I can't quite figure out where he is. I'll be back."
She left her friends and weaved her way off of the dance floor. She walked towards the bathrooms, and paused before the door, frowning as the tingles dimmed. Whirling around, she walked back out into the main space, this time heading towards the bar.
"Bingo," she murmured, her eyes zeroing in on the vampire. An 80's reject whose outfit screamed Billy Idol wannabe. He was sitting at a table, chatting up a girl...who just happened to be Cordelia. Great. This should be fun.
A look of determination crossed her face and she started walking towards the table.
"So, Spike," Cordelia said. "Tell me about yourself."
"Well, pet, not much to tell. I'm into traveling. Don't stay in the same spot for long."
What brings you to Sunnydale?" she curled a strand of hair around her finger and tilted her head to the side provocatively.
He stared at her neck, his senses honing in on the sound of her blood pumping beneath her skin. "Buissness."
Her eyebrows raised in approval. "Buissness? Very classy. What field of work are you in?"
"Oh you know, the usual. Body guards, bounty hunting, researching the paranormal, stuff like that."
Her blinding smile dimmed and she quickly lost interest. "Oh, well, you've come to the right town then. This is psycho town U.S.A." She paused, "Oh! You know who you could talk to? There's this girl in my class who just transferred here this year. Very creepy. Like, when I first met her, she pinned me to the wall and held a piece of wood to my chest. I mean, geez, what bug crawled up her butt? But seriously, she's very weird, and she's always around when the weird stuff happens too."
Spike leaned forward in his seat and propped his elbows on the table, clasping his hands together. Leaning toward her, he murmured in a hypnotic, seductive voice, "Do you happen to know where I could find this bird, love? She sounds like a very interesting person, and perhaps would be very helpful."
"Who knows where she disappears to at night? Wouldn't surprise me if you found her lurking about in a graveyard. Oh, wait a minute, here she comes now."
Spike grinned wickedly, keeping his gaze on Cordelia as she rambled on about bloody nonsense, feeling the Slayer approach. He sat up once she stopped at the table. His gaze hotly skimmed Buffy, and she could feel herself blush under his intense stare.
"Oh hi, Buffy," Cordelia started in a plastic voice. "We were just talking about you."
"Oh really?" Buffy responded, her eyebrows quirking in response.
"Yeah, I was just informing Spike here of what a freak you are."
Buffy rolled her eyes before looking at Spike more closely, taking note of the battle scar marring his eyebrow.
"Well, there's things to be said about the man who studies every angle of his subject," he said in a sultry tone.
"So I'm your subject now?" Why did the thought cause butterflies to flutter in her stomach. Bad, bad Buffy!
He laughed, "I was simply making a point. But if you're offering, I'm sure I could teach you a couple of things, love."
The innuendo echoed in her mind, and she blushed further. Damn it Buffy! Get it together. One word: Vampire. So quit it with the flirting already. She tilted her head back slightly, so she was looking down on him. "Right, I'm sure you could," she said sarcastically. "Spike was it?" after he nodded she continued, "Well, Spike, I'm pretty sure that I already know about everything you're thinking of."
A genuine smile crossed his face, and his eyes twinkled with mischevious mirth. There's a difference between knowing about something, and experiencing it first hand. The rush of adrenaline, the confidence, the hunger, the fight. Can you really say that you've intimately experienced that?"
Her heartbeat sped up and her mouth suddenly felt very dry, her mind providing images only fit for a porn flick. A very, very good porn flick. "Maybe you'd be up for a," she paused and licked her lips, "Demonstration some time."
He laughed richly, before cocking his head to the side and looking at her hungrily. "With you? Anytime, love. Just name the time and place."
Her flirtatious gaze turned into a cold business stare. "Alley out back. Five minutes." They shared a knowing look before she turned around and disappeared behind throngs of sweaty people.
"God, what a ho-bag!" Cordelia screeched. "Wait until the girls hear about this."
"No," Spike said. He narrowed his eyes at her, until she was looking dazedly back at him. "There will be no nonsense gossiping with the girls from now on about that girl. You understand?" She nodded compliantly and he relaxed, releasing her from his thrall. "Thanks for the tip about her, she's a firecracker."
Cordelia rolled her eyes, "I'd say more of a nutcase, but apparently some people dig psychopaths."
He just looked at her. "Right. See you later, ducks. Gotta go see a girl."
TBC....