Chapter 2- Lust
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Buffy. Go figure.
Author's Notes: Much about Buffy and Spike and a visit from the first!
Adrenaline pumped through Buffy's body as she ran through the graveyard, jumping a youthful looking vamp from behind. It had been her first night patrolling alone in ages. Before she would have to take an army of potentials out for demonstration, but tonight, she had left them with Faith, for a night off.
The vampire gave out a cry of pain as she dug her fingers into his eyes and pushed him to the ground. Removing a stake from her jacket pocket, she staked the vamp, watching him explode into a pile of dust. She put the stake back in her pocket, glancing around. A group of about three vampires was approaching her. She met them halfway, stake in hand. "It's cold out tonight, shouldn't you be dead about now?" She asked. She threw a kick at a skinny blond vampire, knocking him into a nearby grave. Another, female with pink hair, grabbed her arms from behind. She back-kicked it, sending in flying into another vampire, a fat biker guy. The blonde punched her in the face and she kicked him, knocking him to the ground.
She landed on top of him and staked him, just as the biker guys grabbed her by and threw her down, on top of her. Rolling the vampire off she jumped up again, taking a swipe at the female. She cart wheeled into the female, kicking her in the face. "Is that all you got?" She asked, throwing a kick at Buffy. She caught the vampires foot mid air, and threw her off balance. She was able to stake her. One left. She turned to the biker guy. He began to run, but she was on him in a second, staking him through the back. "Phew, I'm losing my touch." Stake still in hand, she turned around, hearing footsteps approach her from behind. She got ready to fight.
"Easy now, love." It was Spike. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a soft kiss. She broke away and looked up at him, unable to contain a smile. "Don't scare me like that," she said, rubbing her hands up and down his back slowly. "So, how goes the slaying?" He looked down at her, his eyes piercing into her soul. She shrugged.
"Nothing new, just vamps. The usual."
"No sign of the First?"
"Not tonight, but that doesn't mean we can stop training." Spike nodded and glanced around the graveyard.
"Want to head home?" He asked, and Buffy nodded, breathing a sigh of relief. They walked out of the graveyard hand and hand.
Back at Buffy's house, the group was having a meeting. The potentials, Faith, and the others sat crowded in Buffy's living room.
"We haven't heard from the First in a while, maybe we should send Buffy and Faith to check out the school basement?" Suggested Andrew.
"What??? We know how powerful the First is, Lord knows what kind of goons are down there!" Yelled Dawn, shooting Andrew a look. I love that look, he thought, daydreaming, grinning like a madman. The room broke into and argument, but Andrew didn't notice, he was thinking only about Dawn, her beauty. Her full lips and curvy body…
"Doesn't anyone think about anyone else around here???" said Dawn.
"I think about you…" says Andrew, eyeing her from head to toe. Dawn and everyone else looked at him in disgust, and continued arguing.
"We're all gonna die, you know, the First will shred us all to pieces!"
"Bitch! Think about the fate of the world, of Buffy! We have to do something!"
"Would you all just SHUT UP!"
The door swung open, and the arguing stopped. Buffy and Spike walked in, looking around at everyone crowded in the room.
"Buffy, this little slut thinks you should fight the First, now!" Yells a blonde potential, and they all broke into arguing again.
"Girls!" shouted Buffy above all the talking, and it became silent again. "Keep training, you don't have permission to give up," she said. "And Andrew, wipe that stupid grin off your face." Everyone in the room exchanged glances. Andrew began to leave the room, going upstairs.
"Where do you think your going?" questioned Faith.
"Getting…some sleep, of course," says Andrew nervously. Faith shakes her head and all the arguing starts again.
"Why does he get to sleep?" Asks a potential.
"Because he is not one of us," says Buffy, looking at Andrew. He looked hurt, but continued up the stairs without a word.
"Now get in the basement and start training. Faith, you're in charge. Spike, I need to talk to you upstairs." With that, she stormed upstairs, and all was quiet once again.
In Buffy's room, Spike leaned against the wall while she lay down on her bed, a sigh escaping from her lips. "I just don't know how to handle all the fighting anymore". Spike said nothing. "I give up practically my whole house for them, I feed them, I keep them safe, what more can they ask for?" Buffy continued.
"Buffy," Spike begins, sitting on the edge of her bed. "You'd be afraid too if you were being sent to your death." She sat up, shaking her head. "And what choice to we have? We're going to need a lot of firepower if we're going to have a chance at the First. If they don't train, they'll die that much quicker, all I can do to help them is train them, prepare them." Spike sighed, but did not speak. Buffy ran her hands through her hair, and buried her head in her hands. Putting his arms around Buffy, Spike finally speaks. "And that's all you can do." They sit together for hours, barely moving, not speaking.
"Do you think it's too short?" Questioned Willow, showing off a sleeveless green dress hanging just about the knee. "No, you're beautiful," replied Kennedy, another potential Slayer, Willow's girlfriend, from a bed across the room. Willow smiled. "Is the color okay?" She asked, turning around in the dress. Kennedy thought for a moment. "It's beautiful, suits you really well." Willow sat on the bed next to Kennedy, and wrapped her arms around her, looking deep into her eyes. "Tara would like it," said Kennedy. Willow looked sad for a moment, and rested her head on Kennedy's shoulder, playing with her hair. Kennedy looked down at Willow with a smile. "And I think you're beautiful in anything," she said, kissing Willow softly.
"I don't like it at all," said a familiar voice at the door. "Tara," called Willow, breaking away from Kennedy's hold. "That's not Tara," snapped Kennedy, grasping Willow's arm. "W-why are you here?" Questions Willow, jumping out of bed and approaching Tara. Kennedy yelled again. "That's the First!" Tara shoots a look at Kennedy. "Bitch," Kennedy pulls Willow back. "You'll die with the rest of them," continued the First, a smile spreading across it's-Tara's face.
Willow stretched out a hand to touch Tara, but her hand went right through. "Give up now," it said. "You don't stand a chance." With a flash of light, the being that took the form of Tara was gone. "Buffy!" Yells Willow, falling into Kennedy's arms, tears in her eyes. The door flew open.
"What happened?" Buffy asks. "The First…it came as Tara," Kennedy explained. "Put Willow to bed," said Buffy, hugging them both.
A ghost of you
is all that I have left
is all that I have left of you to hold
I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me
and nothing left of what we were at all
Lying on the bed, Buffy spoke. "I just don't understand it. Why now? Why Willow?" Spike turned to look into her eyes and shakes his head. "It's happened to all of us love," he puts his arm around her, and she leans into his body. She tries to speak again but he stops her with a soft kiss. He slowly pushed her down on the bed and began to remove her top. She looked up at him, feeling safe for the first time in ages. Taking her top the rest of the way off, he kissed down her neck, hearing her breathe softly. He reaches her breasts and takes her nipple into his mouth, his tongue dancing around it, her breathing getting heavier. She removes his shirt and runs her hands down his chest. Taking off the rest of their clothing, they lay together, staring into each other's eyes. He runs his hands down her body.
"I love you Buffy," said Spike as he slipped two fingers into her. She moaned softly. He pushed into her slowly, their breathing quickened as he thrusted. Their bodies became one, and they fell asleep together.
And I've held your hand through all of these years,
but you still have all of me.
Author's Notes: The two songs in this chapter are "Ghost of You" by Good Charlotte and My Immortal by Evanescence!More about Dawn and Andrew in the next chapter, I promise. More Xander and Anya too! Review please!