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Chapter 11"Keep you hats on, kiddies!" Whistler appeared in the Magic Box.
"Ahh!" Dawn fell off her chair, startled by his sudden appearance.
Whistler leant down and pulled the girl up.
"Sorry cutie, didn't mean to scare you." Whistler frowned at Dawn and then a grim smile spread across his face. 'Now I get it!'
"It's you again," Joyce came over and pulled Dawn into her arms.
"Yeah, the bosses thought I better come down here and de-ruffle some feathers." Whistler sat down on the table.
"Is it true?" Willow asked. Her lips trembling as she held onto Tara and Anya.
Both wiccans and the ex-demon had tears streaming down their faces.
Whistler nodded.
"Yeah, the Slayer was turned by Drac." He turned to Joyce. "I'm sorry, Mrs Summers, there was nothing any of us could do. But…"
"Nothing? You stole my daughters life from the age of sixteen and there was nothing you could do?" Joyce cried. "She fought everything you threw at her, night after night. This is her reward?"
"Death was her gift?" Giles interjected. Shades of Ripper shone in his eyes.
Whistler glanced over at Dawn for a second.
"There was no other option. By the time we realised, it was too late. Events were in motion. But the Powers managed to ensure her soul remained, it's secure. The Slayer is still herself, just slightly changed."
"Slightly?" Joyce yelled. "She's become what she fights and all you can say is just slightly changed?"
"Mommy, stop yelling please," Dawn sobbed.
"Sorry, Pumpkin belly." Joyce pulled her daughter closer.
"What happens now? Do your bosses have any idea what to do? Will they help Buffy with this transition?" Giles demanded angrily.
"Yeah, they'll help. They already have. Sent me and her." Whistler jerked his thumb upwards to the loft.
"Mrs Summers, I am sorry for what has happened. But I promise we will help however we can." Kendra shimmered into being and climbed down the stairs.
"Oh my Goddess, Kendra?" Willow gasped.
"Good Lord!" Giles's jaw dropped at the sight of the dead Slayer.
"Hello." Kendra waved at the stunned crowd. "Mrs Summers, I promise de Powers will help and so will we."
"Trust her, she's spent the last few years yelling at them until they agreed to help out!" Whistler added.
"Really?" Anya's voice was coloured with surprise. "Those guys usually don't do anything…not really the hands on type."
"Dey are now." Kendra frowned and sniffed in Anya's direction. "What are you?"
"I'm Anya."
"You smell different." Kendra's dark eyes were suspicious.
"Oh, I was a demon. But all human now, I swear!" Anya shifted slightly and hid behind Willow and Tara. "All good, I swear!"
Kendra nodded.
"What about Spike, what does he have to do with all this?" Giles asked.
"Well, gather round kiddies, there's a lot to tell." Whistler gestured to the seats.
The electric touch of Spike's talented fingers made Buffy groan and he was only running his fingers through her hair, as he stumbled up the stairs. Buffy tightened her grip on his shoulders and ravaged his mouth. 'Man, he is a good kisser…'
Spike tripped up the last step and stumbled to the bedroom door. 'Christ she can kiss!' He pulled away from her demanding mouth, he gasped for breath.
Buffy giggled. "You're gasping! Did I do that?"
Spike's eyes darkened as he caught her soft lips in a deep kiss. "You're gonna kill me, Summers."
"Hope not, I kinda like having you around!" Buffy whispered as she reached down and grabbed his ass.
Spike's hips lurched forward, pressing his erection hard against her core. Buffy threw her head back and gasped.
"Like that, little one?" Spike ran his tongue over his teeth, his eyes twinkling wickedly, and he rocked his throbbing erection against her again for emphasis.
Buffy hummed appreciatively. "More…"
Spike fumbled with the door handle, "got it!" He kicked the door open and staggered into the room.
With a swift move he managed to un-clench Buffy's legs from his hips and tossed her over his shoulder.
Buffy eeped in surprise as her hair fell over her face. "Caveman much?"
Spike laughed and slapped her soft ass. "Me want Slayer!"
Buffy pinched his butt hard, giggling at the unmanly yelp Spike let out. "Spike got Buffy! Now what is he gonna doooo!" Spike tossed his Childe onto their bed in a swift move.
Buffy blew her hair off her face and propped herself up on her elbows. Reaching out with one sock clad foot she trailed it up his thigh. Pausing at his hip, Buffy kneaded it with her toes.
Spike reached down and gently caught her ankle in a firm grip. He pulled off her sock and tossed it over his shoulder. He bent down and kissed each of her toes.
Buffy giggled, "that tickles…"
Spike arched his scarred brow. "Really? Well best not let the other little pigs go un- tickled." With that he pulled off her other sock and pressed soft kisses on each, reaching her big toe, he sucked it gently into his cool mouth. Buffy's eyes widened at the erotic sensations that ran up her leg to her groin.
"Whoa!" Buffy tried to pull her foot away from Spike as he pressed kisses along her instep. "That feels weirdly good!" Her muscles on her inner thighs began to quiver as her body responded to his talented ministrations. 'Oh god, he's amazing and we're not even naked yet!'
Spike finally released her tingling foot. He panther crawled up her body. His blue eyes never leaving hers, he paused at her groin and inhaled deeply.
"What?" Buffy asked defensively.
Spike leant forward and placed a soft kiss on her mound. "Smell good enough to eat, luv." His voice rumbled through Buffy's quivering body. "Think I might." With that he reached for the waistband of her sweats and began to pull them down.
Buffy clamped her thighs together. 'Oh my god, he wants to…'
"Uhh, Buffy luv, lemme get these off you," Spike tilted his head to one side.
Buffy shook her head and slid backwards until her skull cracked against the headboard. "Owwie!" She whimpered.
Spike knelt on the bed and rubbed his hands up her calves. "You okay?"
"I…I…no one's ever… you know," Buffy gestured at her pelvis.
Understanding dawned in Spike's eyes and he licked his lips. "So no one has ever tasted you before? Not even Solider Boy?"
Buffy shook her head, "Ri…he said it didn't do anything for him…"
"But I bet he expected you to go down on him right?" Spike mentally cursed the farm boy. 'Selfish bastard.'
Buffy shrugged. "Well, yeah…"
Spike reached over and gently pulled her sweats off her legs. "It's good, baby. Let Spike show you …trust me?" he purred and then licked his lips in anticipation.
"I trust you." Buffy raised her hips and let him tug her panties off, too. Her hand fluttered down and covered herself.
Spike's eyes were drawn to her lean legs; he ran his calloused hands over her soft skin. "No need to be shy, petal." Spike leant over and ran his lips from her ankles to her knees.
A/N Sorry edited cos of naughty bits!!
Spike tilted his head and offered his pale throat to his Childe. With a contented whimper Buffy sank her teeth into the proffered flesh. She sighed happily as her Sire's blood pooled in her mouth.
Her mind filled with his feelings and excitement, heightening her arousal even more. She learned even more about the man between her thighs with a single bite.
His strengths, weaknesses and his overwhelming love for her. Buffy moaned as she let his emotions roll over her filling her mind as he was filling her grasping channel.
Spike slid his teeth carefully into her satiny skin. Buffy's blood trickled out of the wounds as he retracted his fangs and latched his lips over the wounds and suckled gently. 'So sweet…' His back arched as his mind was filled with images and feelings.
He could sense her fear of what her friends and family would make of her now, but at the same time he could sense that she trusted him implicitly to protect her. Spike could feel her sorrow that she would never see the sun again and her joy that she could enjoy the moonlight with him.
The dichotomies of her thoughts were overwhelming him. But at the same time he revelled in her openness, something he instinctively sensed she was not usually so comfortable being. He felt honoured that Buffy trusted him so much.
A/N More naughty touching sorry…
Spike licked the wounds shut on her neck and lifted his head. "Buffy? Look at me, pet."
Buffy's eyes fluttered open. She gazed into Spike's dark blue eyes.
"You saw, didn't you?" she whispered hoarsely, licking her lips clean of Spike blood.
Spike nodded, his heart swollen and his mind shut down. He was stunned. He was unable to form a single word. 'She loves me!' Unable to stop himself he began to purr at her.