Note: Italized words are Buffy or the Slayer's thoughts.
(O.O)
Slayer
It was not something I had expected would happen tonight when my vessel had decided to dress in what she thought was the normal attire for a Slayer and waved that annoying plastic stake she brought in that shop the other day. I had thought that she was insulting our Scared Calling by seeing our Job as something of a mere part-time thing. Though her reason to dress up this way was for a noble cause, which was to gain the attention of our mate, it was still insulting. So when it happened, I had never been so surprised in all my years of existence. In fact, I had not even known it was possible. But it did, and for the first time in a very long time, I'd been given full control over my vessel. I could move her head, stretch her arms and walk using her senses all on my own.
The next thing I did was search for the human essence of my vessel, and found that she was still inside me, taking my usual place within us, so she was nothing but a whisper in the back of my mind. I then was curious how all of this was possible, even wondered what had caused this sudden exchange in control. But of course, I did not wonder long, for all around me I saw that it was not only I who was involved in this sudden transformation of identity, telling me that magic was the cause of all this chaos.
I looked around and witnessed the destruction happening around the neighborhood, where my vessel was assigned. The children, whom my vessel was charged to look after, had all turned into beasts of the night and were responsible for the current destructive state of our town. As a Slayer, it was my duty to destroy all the evil around me but my senses do not see them as such. In fact, I did not find them evil at all, despite their monstrous appearances and the evil they were doing. I did not see them as beasts for me to slay. But I was picking up one such beast not too far from where I was.
I widened the range of my search and immediately found a familiar signature of a prey. I smiled as I dashed towards it. I ran right through the chaos until I had reached the end of the block and found it walking beside the human friends of my vessel. I stopped and smelled the air.
Ahhh, such a sweet scent.
I smiled as I realized why the signature was familiar. It was his scent. The vampire I had chosen to be my consort or, to be exact, my mate. My smile widened as I realized that at the moment, my vessel no longer had control over my actions or, to be more specific, my inaction. I was currently free to do what I wanted and pleased. And what I wanted was to test my chosen mate's worth and finally consummate our bond.
And so with eager steps, I ran towards the unsuspecting trio.
(O.O)
Spike
I had no idea how it had come down to this, with me running for my bloody unlife from the Slayer with a magically induced insanity.
I mean, really, this night had started off quite nicely. Dru was less barmy than usual and had excused herself from the costume party that she'd have every year on Halloween, stating that the stars wanted me to have fun with the Sunshine and her friends. I had just taken that statement that something bad was gonna happen to the Slayer and her lot tonight and I had to save them. It was just a bonus that I got an out from playing dress-up for this year.
Of course, it was just my luck that the something that had happened was more of a danger to myself than to the Slayer and her companions.
It had happened so fast that I barely had time to react to any of it. A sudden flash of light appeared in the sky and the next thing I knew everyone had turned into their costumes. I was with Harris and his band of rugrats at the time and the boy suddenly went all G.I. Joe on me and his charges turned into a bunch of monsters. I tried to stop the boy from shooting the little ones who were all now running around causing chaos and destruction in their monster costumes, and nearly caught a bullet for my attempts. It wasn't until Willow arrived in her ghostly appearance that I was able to convince the boy not to kill any of the monsters.
The three of us had been on our way to the Watcher's place to ask for his help on fixing the matter when I was suddenly tackled by a very fierce looking Slayer.
"Vampire," she said with a growl that I'd had no idea she was capable of making.
"Oh no, Buffy's turned into her costume too!" Red said with panic in her voice.
I would have replied to that obvious statement with a snarky remark, but I never got a chance, for the Slayer had launched herself at me yet again.
She was fast in her attacks and much stronger than I knew she actually was without the costume. I tried my best to fend her off, or at the very least knock her out, but she was relentless in her assault and kept standing up after each and every blow I'd give her. It wasn't until she had hit one of the demon-turned children that stood in her way that I had realized that I really needed her to leave that place. I had to take her somewhere more secluded to finish this fight of ours, just so no one else would get hurt.
"Red! Take the whelp to the Watcher and help the old man find a way to fix this!" I ordered the redheaded girl as I ran away with the Slayer chasing closely behind me.
So that is why I was running. I needed to get some distance between the Slayer and the kids turned monsters via their costumes. I kept running and only stopped to check if the crazy bint was still after me. When I was certain she was still there, I ran again.
My running led me to the abandoned warehouses by the docks, and it was then that I finally decided to stop and face the Slayer.
"Alright, kitten, no more running! The Big Bad's ready to face you now!" I called out, knowing she was hiding somewhere nearby.
I heard a noise from behind me and immediately turned to where it came from, thinking it was another attempt to attack me. But when I saw that a cat was the source of the sound, I relaxed.
"Bugger off, little one. You don't want to see what happens next when the Slayer and I have our fight," I told the cat. That earned me a simple meow from the creature.
I smiled at that before suddenly being hit from behind. The attack was so strong, it was enough to send me flying into the gutter.
"Shit," I uttered as I looked up at the angry Slayer.
"No more running, vampire," she told me with a smirk that reminded me all too much of my Buffy.
"Already said that, luv, if you'd been listening earlier," I told her as I stood up. I shook off the dirt on my clothes before taking up a fighting stance.
I stood and watched her warily, studying her body while I waited for her to make her move. I noted every twitch of her muscles and listened to her heartbeat and breathing. It was then that I noticed that the bloody bint was too damned calm and focused. She gave no hint of any form of fear that would usually be found when one faces me. It was unnerving to see a Slayer like this, more so considering she was giving me a disturbingly predatory look that somehow topples my own. But at the same time I could feel my blood rushing in anticipation.
Then, within a blink of an eye, she disappeared. I hurriedly looked around and heightened my senses to search for her, but she was nowhere to be seen. But then I felt a familiar tingle at the back of my neck. Instinctively, I stepped to the side to avoid the familiar pointy stake that was aimed at my heart. I grabbed hold of her arm, hoping to disarm her at the same time. But she simply used my grip as her leverage and aimed a powerful kick to my head. The strength of the kick made me reel back in pain.
The Slayer wasted no time to let me recover because she attacked me yet again. This time with a combination of kicks and punches that she aimed at my upper body, most of which I barely had time to avoid or counter. She ended her barrage with a swift spin kick sending me, for the second time that night, flying towards the gutter.
"Bloody hell," I cursed as I grasped my ribs. "Yup, I can definitely feel a couple of broken ones there," I noted.
I looked up at the Slayer, who was standing in all her wondrous glory in front of me, and looking down like I was already part of the dirt in her feet.
It annoyed me that she was staring at me in such a way. She was underestimating me, the damned bint!
"Very well, woman. Time to take you seriously," I thought as I lifted my left foot and swept her off her feet.
She fell, but gracefully caught herself and immediately stood up. I did the same too, by flipping myself up. Once we were on both our feet, it became my turn to attack her. I aimed a punch at her face which she blocked, but I didn't stop there. I slammed my elbow at the side of her face, making her take a few steps back. I moved forward and continued my assault. I showered her with my own combination of attacks, ranging from punches to kicks. Each and every one of them hit its mark or if not, was able to do a bit of damage on the tough girl, even though she was able to block some of them.
We both fought hard, and neither of us showed any sign of weakening. Instead, we both became stronger as the battle progressed. I don't know why that was so for the Slayer but for me, I always loved the thrill of fighting against my supposedly sworn enemies.
Everyone knows that I have an obsession with Slayers, I'd wanted to meet one ever since I'd heard about them from Angelus. I was always curious to discover which one of us, was the strongest. This thought had always nagged my fledging mind. At the time, I told myself that if I were ever to meet a Slayer, I would fight her. Fight her and finally find the answer to that question.
Of course, when I first met an actual Slayer, I already had a soul and so killing her was no longer my priority. I fought them, yes, but I never took those fights seriously because I always feared hurting them.
But tonight was different. This was not a fight to test this Slayer's skills. Nor was it to help her grow stronger. No this was a real battle to the death, between a vampire and the killer of his kind. This young girl-no, woman, this young woman was a real warrior and not a self-conscious and girly little teen who I talked to and fought side by side with on a nightly basis. This was the true hunter of my kind in the flesh. This one had no humanity or morality that held her back. No rules that governed her actions. All this one cared about was the hunt, and at the moment, I was her prey.
I knew that I should be afraid and run away from her as far as I could, but that was not what I was feeling at the moment. Instead of fear, my blood was boiling in excitement. I was exhilarated with the concept that I had the opportunity to fight a Slayer behaving this way. A Slayer whose actions were controlled by her instincts to slay a vampire rather than her logic and memories that sees and knows me as a ally because of the soul.
I couldn't help the smile from appearing on my face as I waited for the Slayer to make her move.
A confused looked then graced the young girl's features.
"Why do you smile, vampire?" she asked.
"Ain't it obvious, pet? I'm having the time of my life here," I told her but her confusion didn't ebb. Instead she looked even more confused. So I tried explaining further. "I'm smiling because I am happy 'cause I am fighting the real kind of Slayer, and one that is not only skilled and strong but extremely beautiful." The last part I added in a flirtatious way, an action I'd grown accustomed to when dealing with Buffy on a regular basis.
A small smile graced her lips, making me think that this Slayer wasn't as governed by her primal instincts as I had assumed she was.
"You have fought other Slayers before. I know this from the memories of this vessel."
"Vessel, eh? That means Buffy really is still inside there somewhere," I thought as I stared at the Slayer.
"You told her that you fought Slayers of the past and even trained them. Is that correct?"
"Yeah, I did."
"My question then is, why? Why do you seek out my sisters and fight with them? Most vampires would've run the other way after seeing my kind, but not you."
"Well, I don't really have an answer to the why part of that question, pet, I just do what pleases me, and if you're still confused about that, then just think that I ain't most vampires. So running for me is just not my thing, luv," I told her with a hint of arrogance in my voice to hide the fact that deep inside I was actually getting anxious. Why the hell is she asking these questions?
Her smile grew at that, and I could not help but shiver at the look she was giving me. She looked as if she wanted to devour me whole. Her little pink tongue rolled at her lips, wetting it.
Bloody hell! I could feel myself harden at that, while my demon roared at the look alone. It was again calling me to take her. I calmed both my urges and demon down, not wanting to entertain what they wanted at the moment.
"If only it were that simple though," I said internally.
"No, you are most definitely not like other vampires. In fact, I feel that you are more than any of them combined," she stated as she sauntered towards me, all aggression was gone from her demeanor.
I tensed as she approached. I was unsure how to react to her sudden change in behavior.
Should I attack her? Or should I take a defensive stance? Or maybe I should wait and watch what she was going to do? It was hard to make a decision.
She stopped right in front of me and I couldn't help but smell her arousal, which confused me even further.
What the bloody hell was going on?!
She placed her hand on my chest and rubbed the muscles hidden underneath my clothes. Her hand slid towards my shoulder and began feeling my bicep. She moved even closer until her face was practically hidden underneath the crook of my neck. I felt her scent me.
"You smell good, vampire," she said her voice sultry and seductive and I would be lying if the entire thing wasn't turning me on even more.
Again, I was busy fighting off my demon's demands so that I didn't notice how she was tilting my neck sideways. It wasn't until she bit hard on my neck over Drusilla's mark, that I realize what she had done.
"Fuck!" I cursed as I felt the pain of her bite. I gripped her shoulder to try to get her away from me then stopped because the pain was suddenly replaced by indescribable pleasure.
She was drinking my blood. I felt her draw two mouthfuls of it before finally releasing me.
"You taste good too," she told me as a little trickle of my own blood rolled down her lips.
She used her finger to catch the trickle and placed it back in her mouth, sucking the finger seductively. I gulped as I watched the entire scene and thought how damn hot it was. It was then I realized that I was in trouble.
I was already attracted to Buffy before this version of her came to life, but I always held back because one, she was Angelus' girl and I'd rather be dusted than to try and gain the attention of a woman that already belonged to that wanker again, and two, because she was nothing but a child compared to me. If I'd pursued her, then I'd be no better than a perverted old man. Yes, I know that it was not a common thing for one who was born in an era like mine to be against relationships between a child and an adult, but I was no longer that man. I had grown up over the years as a vampire and had learned and respected the customs of modern day society, so hence I had become one who abhors Pedophilia. Besides, the young girl was barely out of her childhood, so she still had a lot of childish innocence, and to taint such innocence was just not something my soul wanted.
My demon on the other hand, was a different story. It wanted her. It always had, ever since that night at the Bronze when she and I had danced, it had been rattling inside me to just take the girl and make her mine, to hell with Angelus and the rules of society. It has always been waiting and urging me to just let go. It had been hard at first, controlling it, I mean. Of course, I finally got the hang of it and learned to ignore the taunts it made inside me.
But tonight was a different story. My demon seemed to be stronger than usual. Its urging was louder and more powerful than before. It was telling me that it was alright to take the woman in front of me. It was telling me that it was alright because it was what the girl wanted.
"Bullshit!" I said out loud as I pushed her away from my neck, where she'd been busy assaulting and licking the bite mark she had given me.
"What are you doing?" she asked looking slightly irritated.
"I'm stopping you," I told her.
"Why?" she asked as she tried to shrug off my hands to return to her ministrations.
But I held her firmly away. "No. This is wrong. Buffy wouldn't want this."
"Yes, she does," she said with a growl, "She has always wanted you. Always. She's just too cowardly to act on our thoughts." She pushed herself harder while using her hands to pull me closer.
"Our? There is no our here. You are not Buffy, you magically insane Slayer! Buffy isn't gonna go around and attempt to do what you plan you do you crazy bitch!" I pushed her harder away from me, before addressing the real Buffy that I knew was still there inside her. "Buffy, I know you're still inside there and I also know that what this being currently controlling you wants is not what you want. So you'd better fight it, Slayer!"
"It is no use, vampire, I am in control here. So I suggest you stop resisting and just submit to me," she said as she slowly approached me yet again.
"Like hell I will, you crazy bitch!" I told her while taking a swing at her. But once again she blocked my attack by catching my fist with her hand. She crushed my knuckles, and a scream escaped my lips. Then she twisted my hand towards my back and held me in place.
"If you continue resisting, then you will end up even more hurt than I intend for you to be." She twisted my arm further back until I heard a familiar popping of my shoulder, indicating that it had been severely dislocated. "So submit now, vampire. End the torment and allow the pleasure to surround us."
"Fuck you, bitch!"
"You are stubborn, vampire, and though it irritates me, I find it, for some reason, appealing in a mate. It makes you not a bore like the other one. The other soulled vampire was not as special as you, he showed in no way any difference from an average demon who craved chaos and destruction and was insidious in nature and, as I said, he was a real bore. In fact I believe he can bore one to sleep, that one."
I tensed, despite the obvious Angel-insult, as I was starting to hate where all this was going, for even though I had stopped listening to her after the word "mate" came out from her lips, I knew exactly what the word was and I also knew the solemn meaning behind it.
A mate is a demon's eternal lover. Mating rituals are a demon's version of marriage, only the words "'til death do us part" is taken to the extreme. Once a demon mates, it's eternal, and if one of them dies, the other would soon follow. This was something serious, and not something that should be taken lightly. If this Slayer wanted me to be her mate, well-I couldn't allow it, because as much as I would love to be mated to someone and share eternity with them, I would not wish that position on Buffy, no matter how happy it would've made me. Buffy was still too young to mate with me. Bloody hell, she was too young to even think about mating.
That is why I cannot let this bloody crazy Slayer do what she wants to Buffy's body. It was not right!
"Yes, it is!" the demon within me screamed, but again I shoved that thought away.
There was no way was I gonna let this Slayer do what she wanted, so I struggled harder under her hold only to have her crush my hand even further, making me scream again.
"Stop struggling, vampire, you can't escape me and you're beginning to make me angry."
"Yeah, well, you haven't exactly been showing me any reasons not to piss you off, bitch." I continued to struggle.
But her other arm had already wrapped itself around my midsection, stopping any attempts of mine to get free. "I've already told you, you can't escape me. So stop fighting it and just let go. Let go of your control, vampire." Her hand that held my waist traveled downward towards my bits, releasing them from my jeans and playing with them.
I tried to stop her with my one free hand, by attempting to pull the bitch away, but she only held firmly, and squeezed painfully tightly when I tried to do so.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I didn't say you could touch me," she said squeezing me even more tightly and pulling my already dislocated arm further back.
I screamed again as I pulled away from her, then bit back a moan, when she began to loosen her hold and lazily massaged me.
This was torture, and I was certain the Slayer bitch knew this. She knew she was pushing the man to its limits and she was trying to unleash the demon. And dammit, it was actually working because my resolve was slowly weakening as her hand was pumping me into completion. The bitch knew that if she brought me to the edge that I'd finally relinquish control to my demon. And it was already beginning, the human part of me was already questioning why I was still fighting it, while my demon was rattling inside, demanding its freedom even more loudly.
"Just give up already!" The demon screamed inside.
"That's it, vampire, let go," whispered into my ear, "Become the demon I want to mate with..."
"Mate-Fuck, now that put a damper into things," I thought as I finally remembered why I was fighting in the first place.
This crazy Slayer wasn't trying to just get me to have sex with her to scratch an itch, like a particular Slayer I'd known before. Nope, this one was actually trying to mate with me and in Buffy's body at that! So I renewed my struggling and once again pushed the demon back. My new struggle must've surprised the bitch for she had released her hold on my hand to grab hold of my body, but that only placed her head in the right position behind me, making me both thank god for my height for the first time and allowing me to slam the back of my head onto hers.
"Ow!" she said in that oh-so-familiar voice of my real Slayer.
But I wasted no time getting distracted by her familiar voice and instead spin kicked the bitch away from me. When that was done, I ran as fast as I could away from the woman, knowing that for once, fighting her was not the most logical thing to do.
(O.O)
Slayer
The vampire resisted me again but not only that, he had actually broken from my hold. And we, the vessel and I, were both so proud of him, but for different reasons. As for the vessel who had been feeling hopelessness inside me and who had earlier been screaming at me to stop, she was proud of the vampire for having resisted and for protecting her even at his own expense. I was proud of him because what he did only served to prove what a worthy mate he was.
But the running away from me part was something I had not expected, making me finally see that he truly was not exactly willing to do the mating with me as I had expected.
No, shit, Sherlock! The vessel's voice said to me. Do you really think that Spike wants us that way? He only sees me as a friend, dammit, and you are ruining that by trying to force him to have sex with you-er, me-no, us! You're forcing him to have sex with us! So, yeah, of course he'd run!
I tried to consider the vessel's words and weighed the truth in them. The possibility of that was high but the same could be said for their falsehood. But such things didn't really matter to me. Whether or not the human part of the vampire may view the vessel and I in such a way, was not really important, for I only needed the vampire's demon's consent to complete the mating.
That was why it had been so important to get the demon to come forth before. Now I may have to do it all over again. I closed my eyes and concentrated in search of the vampire. It took a while to locate him, but I succeeded nonetheless.
So with a smile on my face, I ran off to find my mate and finish what I had started.
(O.O)
