Love Bites

Xander cried out in shock and pain as the set of sharp fangs plunged down into his neck and broke the tender flesh. Struggling he manage to fall from where he was sitting on the couch to the as Spike let him go to start spitting whatever amount of his blood got into his mouth out furiously.

"Ouch! The bastard bit me!" he shouted as he raised a hand to inspect the gapping wound.

"Well you did ask for Xander" Anya tried to say gently as she got down on her knees beside him to get a look at the bite mark Spike left on her fiancé neck. "And I do mean literately this time. Shame on you"

"Shame on me?"

"Yes you. Now we can't have any more fun until your healed!" the ex-demon snapped.

"Can we talk about something other then your personal lives please" Willow sighed and than turned her gaze to Spike who was now rubbing his tongue raw with a dish towel. "What's the matter?"

"The whelp testes like spoiled milk. God, are you even sure that he's human?"

"Hey!"

"Enough!" Buffy suddenly snapped. "From all of you. I can't take this anymore, especially from you Xander, its hard enough as it is so just leave. Dawn, Willow, please go up to your rooms – I'd like to speak with Spike and Angel privately.

"But…" Dawn, Willow, Xander started to protest while Anya headed for the door.

"No buts, this is something that I have to do alone"

Finally they all surrendered and with the exception of Xander's muttered, all left without further question. Alone in the silence of her living room, Buffy Summers looked into the eyes of the two vampires. Angel's usually warm brown had grown cold and cloudy, masking the pain the he was inevitably feeling inside. Spike's nature cerulean blue had gone dark and icy, unreadable to anyone he deemed unworthy to know how he felt inside. And it was a shock for her to see the similarity. There was a life in their eyes that could only mean a soul was present. Angel's were bright and shining were as Spike's were dull gleam, not yet fully complete.

Putting her head in her hands, Buffy flopped down upon the now empty couch.

"So…"Angel started hesitantly. "I'm sorry if I've hurt you…"

Spike snorted softly and turned his back on his grandsire.

"You weren't suppose to know. No one was suppose to know" Buffy whispered.

"Yeah, no one was meant to know because our one night stand left you feeling filthy, right pet?"

Angel and Buffy looked at Spike in surprise at the sound of a broken bitterness in his voice.

"I know that you wish you never had" he continued. "What am I? I'm not worth you. Never have been. But you have no idea how much it hurts to know that. I was never good enough in life and I'm still not good enough in death. Well poor me, I'm leaving"

"What? No wait"

Spike stopped and looked her in the eyes now.

"For what? So I can be your punching bag? No thanks. I don't Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Vampires to back me up if I get hurt again so I don't think I want to stick around"

"You have to summon him"

Angel had walked up to them and was now eyeing an interesting stain on the carpet.

"Huh?"

"You have to summon him, the Fae that cursed you" the dark vampire replied. "I looked into it before I came and I discovered that the only was to have the Gift of Obedience lifted is to summon the one that cast it and to have them determine if you have learned a lesson?"

"Learned a lesson?"

"Yes a lesson. Its what they do now a days since the princess population had dropped. If they deem a person in need of learning a lesson in obedience, they cast it. So I've given you the help that I've promised Spike, but I seem to have worn out my welcome. Good bye Buffy"

He leaned over and gave Buffy a small kiss on the cheek and headed for the door. But just before he closed the door, only Spike with his enhanced hearing could hear the last thing that Angel had to say.

"But if I hear that you've hurt her, I'll kill you"

Spike could only roll his eyes in disgust before he decided to follow him out.

"Spike, where are you going?"

"I said I was leaving luv and nothing is going to change that. Like the Poofter said, I have to summon myself a demon"

"But you'll need something that belongs to it"

"Have. I still got those crystal shards from that orb I smashed of it's. So excuse me pet, I've go a demon to summon"

Opening the door and setting off into the night, Spike didn't hear Buffy tell him to be careful.

Moving about his crypt assembling the crystal shards of the smashed orb, two candles and some aspen root, Spike began to ponder on what was going to happen to him in the future. Would the Fae do worse then he did before? He's just have to wait and see.

Taking a deep unneeded breath, Spike ready. He knew only a little bit about actually summoning so he hopped to hell that he got it.

"I summon the caster of my curse,

Whose Gift of Obedience is the worst

To end the torment in must injure,

I summon forth the conjurer"

Suddenly the aspen root caught flame and began to sparkle. The crystal shards began to glow with an ultraviolet intensity that Spike had to back up into the shadows or be burned by the harsh light of the mini sun he had created.

Then plumes of blue smoke rose up from the center of the light and began to solidify. Looking exactly like the last time, the Fae was dressed in flowing green robes and with its disturbing pair of liquid crystal eyes.

"So vampire, we meet again. Do you not like my gift?" it snickered

"Gift my ass you fairy, take it back" Spike snapped back angrily.

"I'd be more polite if I were you vampire, bad things can be known to happen if you anger me?"

"Fine, fine. I was told that I had to summon you in order have this curse removed. You're the one that's suppose to determine if I've learned my lesson or not"

The Fae regarded Spike thoughtfully for a moment before nodding.

"Very well. You have indeed learned your lesson, but is not I that can remove the spell that I have cast" the Fae explained. "Only can one escape this punishment if they have the will enough to disobey it when the command that they have been given does not fall under pure intentions"

"But that's all I've been getting for the last two days!" Spike cried out. "I've tried not to obey, but can't even under the most cruel intentions"

"Not cruel enough then"

"But I – "

"I am sorry, but there are no buts in my line of work. Good night, vampire"

"Wait!"

But the Fae had disappeared into the same plume of blue smoke that brought in and the mini sun in the center of the crypts upper level snuffed out and Spike was left alone. With a growl of frustration, Spike began to pace back and forth. And it would've gone all right if he hadn't been tackled by a demon from behind.

With his face smashed into the floor, he was unable to see the face of his attacker, but its breath against the side of his face was the most putrid thing he had ever smelt.

"Hello Spike, words out that you've been cursed with obedience" it hissed spitting chunks of some unknown substance at him. "I've got some dirty work to be done and your going to do it for me"

"Like hell I am"

"Oh but you will and it'll hurt you really bad too because I'm commanding you to kill the Slayer"

So what were your thoughts? Whatdo you think will happen?I'd like to thank ReganX for giving me the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Vampires idea and to all of you that have reviewed. Please stay tuned, I'll have the next chapter written and updated soon. Later!