Kat twirled the stake in her hand, walking through the dark cemetery with Spike by her side. She'd been back a little over a week and she'd settled back into her routine of patrolling with Spike, only now she could really fight. She'd even patrolled with Buffy a few times who had complimented her on how well she could fight now. There wasn't much happening and she was a little bored. She'd started to get a taste for the fight now, much like Spike. A little itch in the back of her head that wanted violence. She figured it was the demon. Or maybe she just enjoyed her new strength now she could actually fight properly.
"Well, this is a bust," Spike muttered, sounding as disappointed as she felt. But then she heard the stomping of footsteps and she glanced to Spike who gave her a sly grin.
"Things might be gettin' interesting," he smirked. He wasn't wrong. They weren't ordinary footsteps. They were loud and she knew they belonged to something big.
"I hope it's not another troll," she huffed, scrunching her face up as she remembered the troll that had wrecked the magic shop the day before. That hadn't been fun. It wasn't a troll that came through the clearing though. The thing was tall and wide, black and red and covered in scales. Its vibrant green eyes landed on them and Kat blinked at it dumbly.
"What the hell is that?" she asked warily. She'd never seen anything like it.
"Lak'tok demon," Spike answered simply, squaring his shoulders as he readied for a fight. The demon ran at them then, his footsteps loud and thundering. But he bypassed Spike and grabbed Kat, flinging her into a nearby crypt. She groaned as she slammed into it, falling to the floor in a daze.
"Ow," she whined, holding her head with a frown as she sat up.
"Oi! No one touches my girl!" Spike bellowed angrily before running at the demon. He punched it in his chest with a loud clang and Spike pulled his fist back and cradled it.
"Bloody hell… ow!" he grumbled. "What, are you made of soddin' steel?" he asked incredulously. The demon didn't answer, throwing a punch that Spike barely dodged. Without being able to hit the thing since it was too hard, Spike was just moving around like a dance as he avoided the Demon's swinging fists.
Kat's eyes looked it over frantically as she stood. There had to be a weakness. There was always a weakness. She glanced over its body, taking in the red and black plates protecting it, covering most of his body. But as the demon leaned down to try and swipe at Spike, she noticed a weird gray bulge on the top of its head.
"Its head! Get its head!" she called out to Spike who ducked as the demon's fist went for him again. The demon kicked at him and Spike tumbled to the floor with a flurry of curses. Kat ran at the demon, a growl rumbling in her throat. She dived onto its back as he bent down to grab Spike and it left the blonde vampire alone feeling her clinging to him. He ran backwards, crushing her back against the wall of another crypt and she cried out at the pain radiating in her back. She was still clutching her stake and she quickly jabbed it into the jelly like substance on its head. It was firmer than it looked and she used her vampire strength to push it all the way in as the demon wailed and tried to fling her off. With one last push, the stake went right into its head with a pop and the demon stopped moving or making noise, falling to the floor. It twisted last minute and Kat, still clinging to it, got trapped under it as it hit the floor like a tonne of bricks. She groaned at the weight of it and then Spike grabbed her under her arms and dragged her out from under it. She was on the floor, panting more out of habit than necessity as she looked at the large thing. But then it was liquifying into a black goo and she scooted back quickly.
"Ew!" she whined, eyes wide as she watched it go from demon to a puddle of gross ass liquid.
"Nasty buggers," Spike commented, sounding not so grossed out by it. He helped her up and she scrunched her face up.
"That was gross," she muttered. Spike gave her a grin, tugging her hand so she was closer to him.
"Such a girl," he smirked, making her squint up at him.
"You know, you guys could help with the slaying instead of making moon eyes at each other and having a quickie in a crypt," Buffy called out from a little aways from them. She wasn't scheduled to patrol but she asked to come along and promised she'd leave Kat and Spike to do their thing as she did hers. She was still dealing with a lot of guilt and as she always did when she had too much on her mind, she decided slaying was a good way to deal with it. There was no malice in her tone, her eyes shining with mischief as she looked at them both.
"We're not… we just…" Kat muttered, blinking at her.
"Yeah, yeah," Buffy smirked, flipping her hair before waltzing off. Kat snorted and shook her head.
"You know… we could have a quickie in the crypt. Don't think the previous occupants would mind," Spike purred with a raised brow. He backed her up so her back pressed against the wall of the crypt and she bit back the wince at her tender back. It felt bruised but if it was, she knew it would heal in a few minutes.
"We have work to do," she murmured, smiling a little as she looked into his blazing blue eyes. His hands were on her hips, pressing her against the wall as he pressed himself against her. She could feel how much he wanted her. A good fight always got him going.
"All work and no play makes for a very unsatisfied kitty," he murmured sinfully, his lips ghosting hers. She felt a sharp stab of need go through her like a knife and she leaned up to kiss him deeply. She wouldn't let him distract her though, no matter how tempting he was. She moved them and pushed him against the wall instead and he groaned into the kiss as she pressed herself against him.
"I'm not in the mood," she muttered cheekily, giving him a coy smile as she moved away from him. He looked stunned for a moment, his mouth agape as she took a few steps back with a sly smirk.
"You cheeky minx," he glowered playfully and she laughed, moving to run away. He caught her though, arms wrapping around her middle and lifting her in the air a little as she giggled. It was cut short by more thundering footsteps though as two more Lak'tok demons came into view.
"Oh, bugger," Spike huffed, glaring at them.
Later that night, Kat stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed. She'd been covered in nasty black goo and complained the whole way home much to Spike's amusement. Of course, he didn't have a drop on him. No, it had been her luck. She felt good now, all clean and goo free. She padded into the bedroom in a towel and Spike was sitting on the bed in just his boxers.
"Feel better, princess?" he asked teasingly.
"I'm not a princess just 'cause I don't want to be covered in goop," she huffed, giving him a mock glare. She went to walk past him to get her pajamas but he grabbed her wrist, stilling her. In a swift movement only a vampire could do, she was suddenly lay on the bed and he was hovering over her. He gave her a cheeky grin, leaning down and placing hot open mouthed kisses on her neck. Her lips parted in a soft moan as she squirmed a little under him.
"I think tomorrow we should just spend the day in bed, enjoy each other," he murmured against the skin of her neck, giving her a teasing nip that made her gasp.
"We're helping Giles fix up the shop, remember? The troll?" she said in a whisper, her head a muddle when he was lavishing her with attention like this.
"He's got the Scoobies to help. We don't need to be there," he grumbled a little, licking up her neck to nibble on her ear. She tilted her head a little to give him better access, feeling heat creep up her entire body.
"We said we'd help," she reminded him weakly. He huffed, moving to look at her. His hair was a little mussed and she liked it curly like this. She ran a hand through it affectionately and it brought a little smile to his lips.
"Fine. Guess we'll help then. But I require payment," he grinned devilishly.
"Oh, really? And how am I supposed to pay you?" she asked, amused. She wasn't even sure she had a job anymore since she'd been AWOL, although she had a little hope that Giles would be lenient given her circumstances and give her the job back.
"I think you know how I want payin'. And I require payment up front." he smirked, licking his lower lip as he raised a brow. She heaved a large sigh, acting like she was so hard done to and he narrowed his eyes a little at her.
"Fine… I guess. If I have to," she muttered, trying to sound resigned to the fact and he scoffed.
"If you have to? You tryin' to tell me you don't find me irresistible?" he asked with a cocky smirk, raising a brow at her.
"You're very resistable. See… I'm resisting right now," she shot him a toothy grin and a low chuckle sounded in his throat.
"Right, guess we'll see how long you can hold out then," he drawled wickedly.
He licked his lower lip in that way that made her feel lightheaded before he sat up on his knees, between her legs. His hands went to the knot in the towel as he started to undo it at a painfully slow pace. She kept herself unmoving, blinking up at him and trying not to show how much she wanted him. She wouldn't let him win this game. The towel came free, falling onto the bed and leaving her completely bare. He groaned a little, eyes trailing down her body to her parted legs where he knelt and she could almost feel a residual flush sweep her body. He dragged his eyes back up to her face then with a smug look, eyes glinting with mischief. He lowered himself down, a hand grasping one of her breasts as he teasingly traced her nipple with his tongue. She clenched her jaw to stop any noises coming out and tried her hardest not to squirm. This was going to be harder than she thought. His blue eyes glanced up at her face as he started sucking on it and her fingers flexed in response, not wanting to give him any ammunition to prove him right. She deserved a medal for this. But then he moved his mouth and it took all of her willpower to fight the whine that was desperately trying to leave her lips. He placed sensual kisses around her breast before he gave her a teasing nip on the outside of it and a gasp left her lips without her consent.
"Didn't last that long then, did you?" he asked cockily, moving back up to face her.
"Damn it," she huffed. She really couldn't believe he hadn't had to do that much to her to get a reaction out of her. Then again, she could believe it. He knew her body better than she did and he knew how to use it to his advantage like the fiend he was. He grinned, giving her that cocky eyebrow raise he loved to do.
"Fine, I find you irresistible. Happy now?" she almost pouted.
"Very," he smirked, looking like the cat that ate the canary.
She lifted her arms above her head, arching up a little in an alluring way as she bat her lashes at him.
"Have your way with me, William," she murmured in an innocent tone. His eyes darkened and she felt his body stiffen for a moment as he looked down at her. She wasn't sure if he liked it or if it had hit a nerve.
"Really now…?" he purred huskily. He was looking at her like she was his next meal and it sent a thrill right through her.
"Do as you wish to me, m'lord," she said coyly, a sweet smile on her face.
"Kitten wants to roleplay, does she?" he asked, his voice low and rough. She didn't think she'd ever seen him this wound up.
"I just wish to please you, kind sir," she answered, sounding breathless.
"Such a naughty girl, sneakin' into my chambers like this," he drawled smoothly. She wasn't really expecting to roleplay. She'd never done it before and she had no idea what she was doing. It had started as a joke and it quickly spiraled into something else but she was helpless to stop it, seeing how much he was enjoying it. She found she was too.
"I couldn't help myself, sir," she murmured as she arched up at him, rubbing against him. It elicited a moan from him before his hands encircled her wrists that were still lounging above her head.
"You'll get yourself into trouble," he hummed, his pupils so wide she could only see a sliver of blue peeking out. She swallowed thickly, arousal pooling into every inch of her body.
"Maybe I want trouble," she whispered, her need coating her tone. A wicked smirk slowly spread across his face, looking every bit the predator he was.
"Is that right?" he asked lowly, leaning down to start kissing her neck. She tilted her head a little, a soft sigh leaving her lips.
"Yes," she said softly, humming at the feel of his lips on her neck.
"Yes what?" he demanded, a harsh nip to her neck shocking a gasp out of her.
"Yes, sir," she replied obediently, earning a groan from him.
"Good girl," he praised, making her feel hot all over. Then he pushed inside of her and she let out a broken moan at how unexpected it had been. She felt full in the best way and she tried to free her hands, wanting to touch him. He was stronger than she was though, even if she tried to use her full strength, and he kept them pinned above her head as he gave her a hard thrust in warning that had her moaning again. She stilled her hands and just let herself feel the sensations.
"The thing is…" he started quietly, hovering his lips over hers teasingly and he moved away with a dark chuckle as she tried to chase them.
"You should be more careful who you sneak off to see. Some bad men about," he continued in a husky tone, taking her lower lip into his mouth and sucking on it a little before releasing it. She let out a needy whine, pushing back to meet his maddeningly slow thrusts.
"You don't know what's lurkin' in the dark, pet. Monsters roam these parts," he purred, blue eyes glinting darkly at her. Oh, so this was where this was going? She couldn't lie and say that excitement didn't curl in her belly.
"Monsters?" she asked innocently, moaning a little as he picked up his pace slightly.
"Don't worry. It'll only hurt for a mo," he grinned wickedly before he let his face shift into vamp face.
Really going for an Oscar for her role here, she let out a scream that was quickly muffled by Spike's hand over her mouth. His mask had slipped briefly. He looked mildly startled and also amused at her dramatics before he gave her a predatory smirk. He was clutching both of her wrists in one of his now, the other still on her mouth. She thrashed against him, her pleas muffled by his hand as she shook her head. And then he sunk his fangs into her neck. It ramped up her pleasure and she couldn't even keep up with her theatrics as she started moaning, writhing under him as he kept rutting into her. He moaned against her skin and she felt that pressure building up inside of her. He moved away then, his face changing back to his usual one, a little bit of blood on the corner of his lips. Without warning, he started plowing into her and she was helpless to stop her loud moans even if she wanted to. The hand on her mouth moved, grabbing her thigh as he hitched it up on his hip, hitting her deeper.
"Say my name," he murmured, sounding almost delirious from his pleasure. With his hand no longer on her mouth, she was freely moaning and gasping, lips parted as she once again started tugging to get out of his grasp without even realizing she was doing it.
"Spike," she moaned softly, pushing back at him with each thrust he gave her as she felt herself getting closer and closer to release. The hand on her thigh was suddenly grabbing her jaw roughly, his blue eyes glaring at her with such intensity she felt like she was falling off a cliff.
"My name," he demanded in a growl, it made her feel hot all over as she blinked up at him.
"William," she whispered, so reverently like it was God's name himself. Seeing the pure bliss on his face at her saying his real name and his answering delicious moan pushed her right over the edge and she came hard, a keening moan leaving her lips as her back arched. Pleasure exploded inside of her, making her tingle all over as he growled, fucking her faster and harder until he found his own release with a groan.
His body relaxed on top of her and he grabbed her, rolling onto his back and taking her with him. She lay on top of him now, her face tucked into his neck as she hummed softly, feeling blissful and sated. As her high started to wear off a little, she started to feel the bite of insecurity nip at her from what they'd done. She felt a bit silly, if she was honest.
"I'm sorry if that wasn't… okay. I've never done that before," she murmured honestly, knowing she would be blushing if she were able to. She didn't move her face from his neck, feeling too embarrassed to look at him. But he shifted her to look at her anyway, a raised brow and a slightly shocked look on his face.
"Never?" he asked incredulously. She shook her head, feeling so small under his gaze.
"Wouldn't have noticed. Did bloody good," he muttered, sounding almost proud. She gave him a shy smile.
"Thanks," she snorted, not knowing how to feel about her roleplaying skills being complimented. It felt a little weird.
"And that scream… was a nice touch," he smirked, a hand moving to stoke her hair.
"Thanks. I was just in the moment," she murmured with a wry grin, making him chuckle. She didn't really think she'd be into stuff like his, especially when it was on the darker side like that. Maybe it was the vamp in her now, or maybe she'd always had it in her and she just hadn't been aware of it. She felt tired, moving to tuck her face in his neck properly again and he nuzzled her hair.
"We should get some sleep. Busy day tomorrow," she said tiredly.
"Why? What's tomorrow?" he asked, sounding tired too. She wondered if the good sex had scrambled his brain a bit.
"The magic shop, remember?" she asked softly, an amused smile on her face.
"Oh, bloody hell," he huffed sleepily, making her snort.
—-
Kat picked up a leather tome, all the pages falling out and fluttering down to the floor by her feet. The place was a mess. Everything that was previously on the shelves were now on the floor in various states of broken.
"I still can't believe a troll wrecked the place," she muttered, looking forlornly at the mess. Spike was near her, putting a shelf back up as Buffy and Xander worked on trying to fix a broken cabinet. Dawn was at a friend's, Anya was at the register and Giles, Willow and Tara were sadly looking through a pile of messed up books. Willow was using her magic to fix them since they were irreplaceable. One of a kind antiques.
"What I wanna know is, why are trolls so angry? Look at this place? He broke everything. Did his mommy and daddy not love him enough as a kid?" Xander huffed. Kat bent down, collecting the fallen pages from the book with a sigh.
"Not everything. He left the money unharmed, which I think is considerate," Anya said happily, once again counting the money.
"Yeah, really considerate," Buffy grumbled as she tried to fit two pieces of wood together that Kat was sure didn't actually fit together.
"I think I need some sort of enchantment on the place. No supernatural allowed," Giles lamented, rubbing at the deep crease between his brows as he looked sadly at all of his ruined books.
"I'm afraid you'd be a worker short then," Kat remarked wryly, passing him the book she had to put it into Willow's 'to fix' pile. She'd asked Giles about her job and he'd assured her she still had it, much to her relief. He looked taken aback then, and then just guilty.
"O-Of course. We'd make it vampire friendly," he murmured quickly with a nod, making Kat snort as she walked back over to the junk near the shelves.
"Good job too. That's discrimation, Rupes. Can have you done for that," Spike groused, not happy to be here helping in the first place.
Kat picked up a wooden statue. It looked a mix between a crocodile and a bird and she had no idea what it was or what it was for.
"It's a shame we can't do a spell for 'no Spike's allowed', that would be- Ow! Crappy… crapola!" Xander exclaimed. Kat opened her mouth, head whipping around to ask him what was wrong, and maybe that he deserved it given his train of thought, but then it struck her. The smell of blood hit her like a mack truck and her mouth clamped shut with an audible click. Her eyes landed on his now bleeding hand where he'd seemingly cut it on one of the many shards of glass belonging to the cabinet. She followed a drop of blood with her sharp eyes as it fell to the floor with a soft splat that sounded like a crack of thunder to her ears. She held herself rigidly still, like a statue made of stone. She was gripping the wooden effigy so tight, she just about registered it cracking between her hands. Xander turned to look at her then along with the eyes of everyone else in the room and he chuckled awkwardly.
"Oh uh… you're not gonna eat me, are ya?" he asked with a nervous chuckle. She couldn't answer him, too scared that if she opened her mouth to speak she'd taste the iron tang in the air. She could feel her fangs desperately trying to descend and it was taking everything she had to stop it from happening. She didn't even blink.
"Oi! Have a bit of bloody tact, will you?" Spike bit out with a glower at the same time Buffy chided Xander's name. Spike quickly came to her side and rested a hand on her back as he shot her what she could only presume was a worried gaze. She couldn't look at him. Couldn't move.
She heard the wood groaning in her hand from the pressure and she tried to focus on sounds like Spike had taught her. Heartbeats, nope let's ignore that one. A couple having an argument out on the street, a slight hum of magic from Willow's spell that still lingered in the air, dripping coming from the basement that she could never figure out where it was coming from. And a weird buzzing that was coming from a blue sphere on a shelf Spike had put back up and she had no idea what it was and she was scared to ask. As her bloodlust slowly started to recede, she was finally aware of Spike trying to get her attention as he stared at her with a concerned frown.
"Katherine?" he asked quietly, blue eyes shining at her. She presumed he'd tried all of his nicknames before resorting to her full name. He rarely did that.
"I'm okay," she murmured stiffly, finally calming down and feeling relieved. She didn't even shift into her other face and she was glad because she wasn't sure how she'd react to everyone seeing it again. They'd caught a glimpse just after she'd been turned and even that was too much. His eyes scanned her face for a moment like he was checking she was being truthful. Seeing no lies, a small smile graced his face.
"You did good, luv. Proud of you," he affirmed, making her smile a little.
"Really thought you wanted to eat me there," Xander muttered wryly, letting Anya wrap his hand up.
"I did," she admitted simply. While she was ashamed of her bloodlust, she was being honest. She might be all souled up but she still had the nature of a predator. One she had to fight tooth and nail to keep in check and she wanted to make sure they remembered that. Xander blanched a little, blinking slowly at her.
"What?" he squeaked, that nervous awkward laugh he always did leaving his lips.
"I wanted to," Kat said uncomfortably.
"But you didn't. You controlled yourself. Didn't even vamp out or anything," Buffy smiled, looking like a proud parent as she came over, squeezing Kat's hand. Kat often didn't feel proud of herself about anything. Always felt like she could have done better, wasn't good enough. But she was proud this time. Because she'd been faced with blood unexpectedly and she had controlled herself. She'd kept herself together no matter how hard it was. The idea of hurting someone she cared about was enough for her to force her brutal nature away from her, refusing the demon's wants and needs. And the fact she hadn't wanted to show her true face again to everyone also helped. She'd be damned if she did. She was a predator. A monster. A demon. That's just who she was now, she couldn't help that. But she could damn well fight it with her soul and not let it dictate her unlife and how she behaved. She was a vampire, but she was still Kat. She wouldn't let her need for blood change that.