Title: With Every Decision
Genre: Drama/Angst/Horror
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Spoilers: Read the Prologue.
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Angel didn't even bother to close his eyes. He could still hear them, smell them, and feel their heat. They've been going at it for an hour, savage with no soft touches or romantic notations. Angel couldn't help but wonder; didn't she know this wasn't the Spike of her time? Couldn't she feel the difference? His arrogance back in full swing, the deadly viciousness in his eyes. He was a monster. Angel never really saw first hand how much Spike changed till he saw one leave the room and another enter. It was too hard not to notice, even before his soul Spike stopped being a monster and started being a shell. The soul filled the shell up, gave him meaning again. Right now the Spike in front of him, savagely pumping into his slayer, he had purpose. He loved his dark princess and he loved the destroy things around him. Didn't she know?
'Well this is different.' Buffy pondered as she kept up with Spike's pace. 'He didn't even try to be romantic, he acts like he hates me.' She thought with sadness. 'Do I do this every man I love?' She questioned. 'I screwed up again. I was awful to him, and now he doesn't even try. If he just waited, let me get used to it. Then maybe I could have told him.'
'I should of known Killing a slayer was better then screwing one.' Spike from 1998 thought maliciously.
When they were finally done Spike was about to get up when he felt himself being pushed off.
"Don't really want to cuddle, Spike." Buffy said emotionlessly as she got up and started looking for her clothes.
A deep chuckle emitted from past Spike's throat as he was putting on his pants.
"You think real highly of yourself, Slayer." Spike smirked at Buffy's shocked face.
He shook his and kept smiling. "I knew killing a slayer was going to be better then screwing one, but you have to try every ride at least once, is what I say." Spike said while putting on his shirt.
Buffy's mouth was hanging open as she stared at Spike stunned.
"You…you Pig! You…you monster!" Buffy stuttered out.
"Well aren't you a feisty one." Spike said as he casually walked to the couch.
"Who say's I'm a monster? That always Angelus's thing, to be a monster. What kind of monster reads Blake? Or can quote Shakespeare from memory." He started to linger around the couch, his hand caressing the stud he placed on the couch; all of this goes unnoticed by Buffy as her mind races from the changes in Spike.
"No, I'm not a monster. I just know my place." He spins around faster then the eye can see, the stud in his hand as he lashes out. The stud collides with the side of Buffy's head, sending her down like a sack of potatoes.
"Me? I'm the top of the food chain, and your dinner." Spike says as he brings the stud crashing down into her ribs. Buffy coughs up blood and is about to move but the Stud comes crashing down into her ribs again.
"I remember you being a much better fighter, luv." Spike just before Buffy kicked his feet out from beneath him. Spike fell to floor losing the stud in the middle of the fall. He quickly got back up, before receiving a punch to the nose for his efforts. Another punch came zooming through the air, but he blocked it with his forearm, and returned the punch with one of his own. Hitting her right in the throat.
Buffy falls to her knees choking, she's grabbing at her throat wilding, hoping to calm herself down, but knowing it will do no good.
"Spike (cough) why (cough, cough)."Buffy asked.
Spike smirked, and started shaking his head. "I don't know who you think I am, pet. But I'm not anyone you know." Spike grabbed the back of her hair and slammed her face down into the ground.
He pulled her head back. "You're not even trying." He slammed her face down into the ground again, and this time when he pulled her up, he was in game face.
"You must really want this. Please remember to scream." Spike said before he tore into her throat.
She did scream.
Angel couldn't scream, still frozen, still just a viewer to the awful consequences of his wish. His tears became as crimson as the blood running down her blouse.
TBC…