Title: Shadows of the Night

Pairing: Spuffy of course. There may be others in between, but I'm not too sure yet.

Rating: It will eventually be NC-17, but that won't happen right away. I like for things to progress a bit before getting to the smutty goodness.

Summary: Buffy meets a mysterious man late one night and he seems to know more about her then he should. Could he offer her the one thing she wants, life? At what cost will this gift be obtained?

Disclaimer: I don't own BTVS or any of the characters, but I'd sure love to own Spike. :sigh:

A/N: This is my first ever Spuffy fic. I've written other fanfics and original works, but never a Spike/Buffy story. I hope you'll enjoy and don't forget to review.

Prologue:

"You're dying."

"Excuse me?" I uttered in complete shock. I knew deep down that his words were true, but how could he possibly know that?

"I said you're dying." He answered as he looked me straight in the eyes.

"Look, I don't know who you think you are, but this really isn't funny."

"I'm not joking," he said in an unerringly calm way. "You've been dying for years and you've known it all along, so have I."

"How could you possibly know that I'm dying?" I asked, getting a bit frightened now.

"I've watched you since the moment of your birth. Watched you all these years as you've watched others, sometimes in envy, but mostly in sadness. I've seen you lay blades to your skin, watched as those around you died, and I've seen you slowly deteriorate from the inside out. I know you better then you know yourself, but that's not really saying much since you don't seem to know yourself at all. Despite that fact, they've chosen well. You're farther along then I expected."

"What the hell are you talking about? There's no way you could know all those things about me. Hell, you're barely older then I am. What are you 25, 26?"

"In your terms, yes, I suppose you can say that I'm around that age, but things aren't always as they seem. How long we've each existed on this plain isn't important. All that matters is what we do from this point on." He said as he moved closer to me, invading my personal space.

"Ok look, you're really starting to creep me out. I'm going to go my way and you go yours." I said as I slowly backed away from him.

He looked me in the eye and, for a moment, I thought he would protest, but he nodded his head in consent. Just as I turned to go I heard his voice.

"Oh, one more thing before you go."

"What?" I asked exasperated as I turned toward him once again, only to find him right in my face, grasping one of my arms.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked trying to break free.

"Relax." He said and I immediately felt at ease.

"Before you go, I must ask you one simple question. If you had the chance to change things, to live as you've never lived before and have your sickness go away, would you take it?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I'd take…", but before I could get anything else out, he cut me off with the hard press of his lips against mine. It felt as if he was sucking the energy right out of me. It wasn't exactly a kiss, yet it was almost too passionate to be called anything else. His lips moved against mine, begging for entrance. I felt lightheaded and dizzy, like I'd run for days in the dessert with no food or water in sight. The longer he kissed me, the more lightheaded I became.

Finally, I gave into his demands and let him kiss me. I was too forgone at that point to even think about kissing him back, but I couldn't help but enjoy the feel of his silky lips upon mine. His tongue plundered my mouth as if he simply couldn't get enough. Just when I felt as if I was about to pass out, he tore his lips from mine. I could have sworn I saw a flash of something pure evil in his eyes, but before I could really process it, he waved his hand in front of my face and all I knew was darkness.