Chapter Notes:
Hello all! Another chapter update for this fic. Warning though to all those who are sensitive to this chapter's non-con theme. If it is too much for you then I advice you to not to read this chapter and simply wait for the next one or the one after that to come out. This is one of the darker part of this fic and I truly wish it didn't happened this way but it was necessary to bridge it for the plot of the story to commence. Do not worry though if you don't read it because its contents makes you uncomfortable, nothing special but the actual non-con deed shall happen in this chapter so you won't actually miss much, and what you do miss will still be address in the future chapters of this story. For those who will read it though, thank you and I hope you will continue to support this fic after reading it.
Anyway, before I shall leave you to continue with the fic, special thanks to my newest Beta Spuffy516 for helping me with this chapter and for agreeing in to taking up this fic. It was very kind of you and I totally appreciate it!
So without further delay, enjoy reading!
Note: Italics are Buffy's personal/Slayer thoughts.
(O.O)
Spike
"Fuck!" I cursed as I fixed my shoulder on my own.
It hurt, but I pushed thru the pain. I had to put my shoulder back in place so I could at least move my arm a bit. My left hand, however… that I knew was a lost cause until I got some blood in me. I looked down at the offending hand and saw how it had darkened in most areas, not to mention I was unable to extend my fingers without causing myself too much pain.
Damn Slayer bitch- she really did a number on me. For her, it was either pain or submission- which if you think about it-it sounded an awful lot like how us demons would do it.
I chuckled at the fact that the real embodiment of a Slayer was behaving more as a demon than as a warrior for good (as most books say they are).
Damn, if only the Watcher could hear me now, he'd have a fit at the mere concept. The self-righteous bastard would say that the Slayer wasn't actually his Slayer, rather, a vampire disguised as her. Yea, he'd even start a long discourse on what the Slayer's true nature was.
I chuckled at the image my mind conjured- the Watcher attempting to educate the aggressive creature I met earlier.
"Yeah, that conversation would really go a long way," I said as I tried to use one hand to tuck in my bits back into my jeans- happy that the Slayer hadn't ripped them off earlier.
After that I decided to finally move again and make my way to the Watcher's flat so I could help the bloody wankers in breaking the spell that was making Buffy be, well… not Buffy.
I winced at the thought of what had transpired moments ago. "God, Buffy was inside there somewhere while the Slayer was doing all those things to me. The moment this spell breaks and all her memories come flooding back to her, the stupid bint will be rolling in shame."
This made me hope with all hope that Buffy didn't remember anything by the end of this spell because I did not want her to hate herself after everything. Nor did I want her to feel the pain I know I would inadvertently cause.
I was so caught up in my inner musings that I had almost failed to notice the familiar Slayer signature coming from the building above me. Luckily I did, enabling me to avoid that powerful drop kick she attempted to deliver as she plummeted toward the earth. Once the Slayer landed she immediately stood and faced me.
"I found you, vampire," she said with a smirk.
"I'd congratulate you, pet, but I'm not exactly happy about that fact."
"You should have never run," she growled.
"And you should've never tried to mate with me using Buffy's body." I took a fighting stance and readied myself for an attack.
"I did so because she wanted it," she told me, her confession taking me by surprise.
"Buffy, wanted to mate with me?" I asked, looking at her incredulously.
She nodded and smiled, more than likely amused by the expression on my face. "Yes, we both have."
Alright… this is just too much. And very confusing! I mean, why would Buffy want to mate with me? She's with the grand poof, after all.
Although, she did mention she wanted to end their relationship.
But that was days ago, why had she not done it yet?
I was so involved in my thoughts that I failed to notice my enemy using my distraction to her advantage until it was too late. She bombarded me with a series of punches that I just barely blocked before ending her onslaught with a kick to my chest- sending me flying to the alley's furthermost wall. I fell face down on the pavement, coughing up blood.
"Bloody hell… there goes another broken rib."
I grunted as I tried to lift my body only to be met by the resistance supplied by the crazy Slayer's foot on my back, pushing me to the dirty and holding me in place.
"No more running, vampire," she told me.
"'S'not like I have a choice now, do I, pet?" I replied, turning my head to the side just enough to glare back at her.
"No, I suppose you don't," she said, smiling wickedly and reminding me that this really wasn't the Buffy I knew and cared so very deeply for.
She crouched low, replacing her foot with her hand and stared down at me with a deceptive smile. "Are you ready for round two, vampire?" she asked seductively, her tone of voice making me shiver yet again.
"Again, don't really have a choice on the matter, Slayer," I spat.
"Oh, but you do have a choice. I gave it to you earlier, remember?"
I paused and thought about when she gave me this choice she spoke of and could not- for the unlife of me- remember what it was or when she had given it, for that matter. As if sensing my inability to remember she provided me with the answer.
"The choices were pain or submission. Do you remember now?" she whispered it to my ear. Then she surprised me as she flipped me on my back before straddling my hips and pinning both my arms to the side of my head.
Bloody hell, if this was any other time and Buffy was herself and I wasn't being forced to release my demon to mate with someone, then this position would be a really big turn on for me.
Well, actually… even with all of the things happening at the moment, I was still getting pretty turned on.
"Damn my perverted human mind!" I cursed internally. I tried to think of things that would stop myself from growing hard but no image I could conjure seemed to have the effect I hoped for.
Meanwhile the Slayer was smiling above me, making me believe that she knew what I was doing and that I seemed to be failing at it. She then began rubbing herself on my slowly enlarging bulge with clear purpose. I hissed at the sensational friction it caused and again I had to calm my raging demon. I growled as I struggled to free my hands to get the Slayer off me but her hold was strong and instead of bucking her off as was my intention, she used the efforts I made to her advantage… rubbing herself against me as I writhed beneath her.
I had to hold back another moan when she dipped her head and bit the already healing bite mark she left on my neck earlier. Her bite wasn't too hard, but it was enough re-open the wound enough for it to start bleeding again. She took one long gulp of my blood and I was once again lost in the pleasurable sensation.
At that moment, I cursed my sire's soulless days and countless teachings. She was the one who showed me to enjoy being bitten during sex and her teachings were backfiring at me at the moment.
I was really so close to losing it.
"Please, don't do this!" I used my last ounce of self-restraint to appeal to the Buffy I knew still lay within the Slayer. My control was slipping.
But my pleas fell on deaf ears as neither Buffy nor her Slayer self heeded me. Instead, she nuzzled and nibbled at my neck, flooding me with a new wave of wondrous sensation and pleasure.
"Yes, that's it. Let go... just let go, vampire... Show it to me... Show me the demon... Come forth, my mate!" She bit me again, this time on the other side and that was the last thing I remembered before everything went black...
(O.O)
Slayer
A terrifying roar came from beneath me and I realized that I had finally succeeded in unleashing the vampire attempting to hide behind the mask of a man. I released my hold on its hands and stood back to look down at the magnificent beast.
The rough ridges on his forehead and nose were his, most appealing features to me. His fangs were long and sharp and his eyes were the most beautiful shade of amber I had ever seen.
Yes, this was it. This was my mate.
"Claim me!" I ordered the beast and before I knew it I was slammed against the floor.
My clothes were shredded to pieces before I felt the beast exploring every inch of my body. It rubbed, massaged and pinched my vessel's tender skin and I found no fault in its well executed ministrations. It mirrored my actions from earlier as it nuzzled my throat, scenting me in the processes.
"Mine," it growled as its teeth grazed my neck.
"Yes! I am yours as you are mine!" I told it, "Now hurry up and claim me, beast!"
With another growl, it ripped my jeans and undergarments from me, leaving me open and exposed to the cool night air. I looked up at my almost mate and smiled as I saw that he too was trying to release himself from the confines of his jeans.
I reached down and ripped them open for him, earning a fanged grin from my beast.
Alas, it was ready as myself. I could hear my vessel cry inside of me but I cared not for what she wanted at the moment. This was what I had been wanting for a long, long time- ever since I was forced to enter the body of a vessel many millenniums ago. I had wanted nothing for myself but a mate to share eternity with. That was all! And I continued to wish for it while allowing the shadow men to use my powers and me as the weapon they so desired. Now, I was finally getting my wish and I refused to back down for a little girl.
It positioned itself at my entrance and I braced myself for the pain. It looked down on me, as though asking permission, still recognizing my superiority even in this state. I nodded my consent and it buried itself within me without further notice.
I screamed as I felt my vessel's inner walls tearing, but the pain was only temporary and once the demon began to move I felt the pleasure coursing through me. The demon knew exactly where to hit within me to intensify my pleasure and I wasted little time in meeting each of its thrusts with one of my own.
"Yes, yes, yes!" I screamed in wanton pleasure. "I'm almost there!" I informed it.
I snaked my arms around it and pulled it closer to myself. I positioned my mouth on its neck and it did the same to me.
"Together," I gasped before once again biting down on its skin until I tasted blood. It bit mine in return and, like me, drew a few mouthfuls of my blood.
I was the first to let go, ready to scream the word "mine" and complete the bond when a suddenly flash of lighting illuminated the night sky.
"Noooo!", I cried as I was suddenly pulled back to the confines of my prison within my vessel before I was able to compete the ritual. A tear escaped me as I realized that once again I was being denied what was mine.
(O.O)
Chapter End Notes:
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