Key To My Heart – Chapter Twenty-Two – A Dream Inside A Dream
Buffy POV
I lay curled under Spike's carpet thinking yet again about my dream. Said vamp was currently sleeping. What did it mean? Vamps can't love, not really. Maybe they can feel something like it, but not actual love, right? How can you love without a soul? What did that bird have to do with it? Glazzior had a thing with this Slayer's sister, is he going to start something with her? Try to get Kaethe back through Dawn? That diary creeped me out big time. The things Glazzior did, I can just imagine some Goth story about a guy losing his girlfriend and going on a killing spree.
I felt Spike stir, and I knew he was waking up. I stayed still, hoping he'd go back to sleep. He went still and I breathed a sigh of relief. Seconds later he was trailing kisses along my neck. I shifted, liking it and hating myself for it. "Spike, stop." He ran his hand up my thigh and along my stomach to my breast, cupping it and running his thumb over my nipple. I gasped, starting to feel a little damp below. "Spike, stop." I shifted away from him and tried to crawl out from under the rug. He grabbed my arm.
"Stay."
I shook him off me. "I can't." Finally out, I started looking for my clothes. I could feel his eyes on me. I got dressed quickly and fighted not to twiddle my thumbs. "Um, thanks."
"No problem love." He got out from under the rug and made his way towards his pants. He rutted through his pockets and pulled out his cigarettes and lighter. Naked, he pulled one from the pack and lit it. The lighter clicked shut with a loud snap. I jumped, and cursed. Spike slouched on a beat up old chair and watched me through the smoke.
"I've got to go."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do," I said firmly. Spike got on his feet and walked towards me, taking a drag. I couldn't help staring at his muscles as he moved. Well, his muscles and…other things.
"No, you don't," he said when he was about an inch from me.
"Yes I do," I said, moving away from him. "I've got vamps to dust, and demons to kill, and…could you please put some clothes on?"
The look he gave me practically glowed with hidden promises. "Why? I though you were enjoying the show."
"Spike…" He sighed and threw his cigarette away, then pulled on his jeans. Thank God. I made for the upper level, and Spike called after me.
"Same time tomorrow night?"
I sighed, but didn't turn around. I got out of the crypt and walked through the graveyard. I really need to kill something. After an hour searching with no luck, I saw a vamp sitting on a bench smoking, looking far to pleased with himself. Well, why wouldn't he? This is the Hellmouth, and these all these people in denial about what comes out after sunset. All the blood and destruction he wants. Yep, this sure is the perfect town for vampires. You know, except for me. I kicked him in the face and he went flying, only to leap up again growling. "God, what is it with vamps and smoking? I mean, the whole 'Look at me, I can't get lung cancer' is so over used." I jumped over the bench sent a kick at him, but he ducked it and sent a punch at me. I grabbed his wrist and flipped him onto the ground. He kicked my legs out from under me and I fell over. Ugh, this guy's stronger than the average vamp. Stronger…in fact, I can't remember any vamps this strong except Angel, Spike, Luke and Lothos. He's a Master. One of Glazzzior's? He pinned my arms at my side and opened his mouth, ready to bite. I got an arm free and punched him in the nose. "OW! BLOODY HELL!" I stopped for a second when I heard the accent. Stupid. He rushed me again and I sidestepped him, grabbed him and used his speed against him to slam him into the side of a crypt. I spun him around and raised my stake ready to dust him. Suddenly I felt a burning pain in my leg. I screamed and fell to the floor. I looked at my leg to see it pouring with blood, a dagger sticking out of it. I looked around, and saw an Asian guy walking towards us. The British vamp grabbed me by the shoulders and dragged me up. He opened his mouth again to bite me, hissing. I punched him, and he fell back against the crypt, cracking his head on the wall. He screamed angrily and pushed me to the ground, and then kicked me in the head. He picked me up again, and I was too dazed to stop him biting me. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting.
"Stop!" The Asian guy yelled. "Leave her boy. She is for our Sire."
"Bugger Glazzior!" The British vamp snarled. "This bitch is mine!"
"Raven, you will do as you are told!"
Raven? Oh, God. It's him. He's the one the first Slayer told me about. 'He is the one that will love her.'
The two vamps started arguing. At least, I think the Asian guy was a vamp. He wasn't in game face, but I bet he wasn't human. I can't really remember what happened. Wild sex with Spike, nasty fight with a Master vamp, and now the blood loss. I was fading in and out of it. Then I felt someone lift me up gently. The Asian guy looked down at me. "It's all right," he whispered. "You're dreaming." He blew some purple powder into my face. "Forget."
I woke up at Sunnydale Hospital. Dawn was asleep with her head next to me. I hear the others outside talking with what I guess was a doctor. I shifted, and Dawn woke up. "Buffy," she yelled and threw her arms around me. I hugged her back. The door was yanked open and the gang came in. We all exchanged hugs, with the exception of Giles. I got the feeling he was treading lightly around me.
"Buffy, what happened?" Willow asked.
"I…huh?"
Dawn looked up and sniffed. "We were eating dinner, and suddenly the phone went off, and some guy told us you'd been found outside the hospital, just dumped here like…" She trailed off.
"Buffy, what happened?" Giles asked.
"I…" I tried to remember. Spike, two vamps…it's fading, like a dream. Nothing. "Nothing," I said out loud. "I don't remember anything."
