BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER
DARK REFLECTIONS
CHAPTER 6: DUSTING, NO SEXING
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A drunken Spike and Xander carried the drunken, passed out Slayer to Xander's car. They shoved him into the backseat and closed the door before getting into the car. Spike decided that since he was a vampire and was more sober than Xander, he'd drive them back to Revello Drive.
"You better not crash my car Resident Evil." He said jokingly, attempting to make friendship with the lonely, and often abused vampire. The vampire glared at him, before realizing that he was just joking and bursted into a fit of snickering.
"Resident Evil. Where do you come up with that rubbish?" Spike asked, sneering.
"I don't know." Xander admitted. They drove in silence, with the exception of Daniel who was in the backseat moaning, "Please baby don't stop." Apparently the vampiress got him good. Spike laughed.
"Damn, if vampires give good head, I can see why you stayed with Dru for over a century." Xander commented, his words slurring less with each passing minute. He stared offhandedly out of the window, taking in the scenery that he had seen for all his life.
"Yea, that bloody well explains it." Spike snapped.
"What!?" Xander asked, turning around to face Spike, eyes red and nearly glazed over.
"You soddin' git, you think I stayed with Drusilla 'cos she gave good head. She never really did that for me, you should ask the poofter Peaches, he would know." Spike said resentfully.
"You watched Dru give him head, but she never gave you none?" Xander said, curiosity taking over him.
"Yea, but it's all good. Darla was so much better at it."
"Ewww. You guys shared your women?" Xander asked.
"Something like that." Spike said, pulling into Buffy's block and parking the car. He stepped out of the car and opened up the backdoor to grab Daniel. He grabbed the Slayer and hoisted him up on his shoulder fireman style and lit a cigarette as he walked up to Buffy's porch. "Hurry up Xander, he's heavy." Spike complained. Xander laughed, Spike had actually called him by his name.
"I'm coming." He shouted and Spike gave him a dirty look. "In a non sexual way." He added, and Spike coughed up smoke in laughter. Xander hurried up the steps and checked to see if Buffy left her door open which she did because she was only worried about vamps and they needed an invite to get into the house anyway. He opened the door wide enough for Spike to get through without making any noise, he then shut it behind him and Spike laid the Slayer on the couch.
"We should probably stay here, cause tomorrow Rips is gonna ask about that bite mark." Spike pointed out and Xander nodded. Spike passed out on the floor after a couple of minutes and Xander passed out on the couch.
Next Morning
Spike awoke to a piercing sensation in his chest. He opened his eyes slowly and saw Giles standing over him with a stake jabbed in his chest. "Get up now." He ordered, and Spike scowled at him, slowly getting up to his feet and trying to shake away the headache that pounded his very much alive body. "Care to explain why my Slayer is laid out on Buffy's couch with a vampire bite mark on his neck." Giles said, pressing the stake a little harder into his chest.
"Not really, personally, that's his bloody business to talk 'bout." Spike replied angrily, glaring into the eyes of the Watcher.
"Tell me now or I will stake you, soul or no soul." Giles said.
"Rips, you got three seconds to get your grubby hands off me or I will sprain your wrist, cause I no longer die to staking. I'm alive Rips, yet still vampire." Spike replied threateningly.
"Still the sane vampire. You'll never change." Giles brought the stake back and swung downwards to stake Spike, but with lightning fast speed, he avoided stake and shoved Giles backwards, sending him stumbling.
"I'm warning you Giles." Spike said slowly.
"You're warning me! I'm not letting you destroy Buffy's life again." He said, swinging at him again. Spike ducked, spinning around him, twisting his arm behind him and slid his game face on, fangs hovering over Giles jugular.
"Don't fuck with me Giles." He said, releasing him and walking away. Giles took the opportunity that Spike had turned his back on him and lunged at him with the stake, but Spike saw it coming and grabbed his wrist, twisting it and effectively spraining it. "I can do a lot more than that." He released Giles who fell to the floor, holding his wrist in pain. Spike glared at him and shook his head, putting his demon back under control.
"Damn you, you soddin' git." Giles gasped out.
Spike walked away, and out of Buffy's house, and into the sunlight for the first time since he had been back. It felt great to be in the sunlight after a century of hiding in the dark, waiting for the sun to go down when he wanted nothing more than to be out there, the sun beaming down on him like a god. He put a cigarette in his mouth, lit it up and walked away silently, seemingly gliding over the grass. Giles watched him walk away and realized that Spike had not cried out in pain when he sprained his wrist. Spike must be dusted, and if Buffy wouldn't do it, he'd get Daniel Nieves to do it.
Daniel Nieves awoke to the sound of Giles and Xander yelling at each other. He grumbled in annoyance, still not having recovered form the night before. His head was hurting, he hadn't drunk like that in a while. He would of, right after his parents murder, had he not been so obsessed with finding his parent's killer. Now having the opportunity, he reveled in it. "Why are you yelling?" He muttered. Both Giles and Xander turned to him, and Daniel rubbed the bite mark subconsciously.
"You're up?" Giles asked.
"No, I'm down, just sleepwalking." Daniel said sarcastically.
"There's no need for sarcasm." Giles snapped.
"And there isn't any need for your yelling since I'm trying to sleep." Daniel said.
"Well next time you should think about this before you get a suckie suckie from the undead." Giles snapped back.
"It isn't your business what I do when I'm not Slaying." Daniel retorted, anger crossing his features.
"It bloody well is. You're my Slayer. It isn't no nine to five shift. You're always the Slayer, and you always have to be alert and ready to slay." Giles replied.
"I'm not ya fuckin' property Giles. Maybe that's the way you ran it with Buffy, but I ain't her, and if I feel like getting my dick sucked by the undead, hey guess what, I'll get my fuckng dick wet. Get used to the fact that I'm not a conventional Slayer, if you don't like it, tell you bloody Council of Dickheads to take away this unwanted gift. Give it to anyone else. I don't give a fuck if Leonardo Di Caprio's the next fuckin' Slayer, anyone but me." Daniel replied angrily.
"I'm sorry for yelling Daniel. But you can't be taking this risks and doing what you do, it'll get you killed." Giles said softly.
"And what if that's what I want?" Daniel said, "Just what exactly do I have to live for anyway, years upon years of a calling I never asked for, a slave to someone else. I refuse Giles, but I'm not the Council's bitch. I have murdered before, and your Council best to remember that before the try to tell me what the fuck to do. They are watchers, that means to watch, not to turn Slayers into modern Kunta Kentes." He shot back at him.
"Whose Kunta Kente?" Xander asked.
"A slave in the movie Roots." Giles said shortly, still bubbling underneath his calm exterior.
Buffy came down the steps. "Did I hear the words 'suckie suckie' coming from Giles. How the times have changed." She said sarcastically. She was in a white blouse with blue denim jeans and white New Balance shoes.
"Yes, you did. It seems your male counterpart decided to get a little frisky during patrol." Giles said.
"Why the hell does she need to know?" Daniel said. "That's my life we are talking about, my goddamn sex life."
"What is it with you Slayers and vampires\?" Xander said, looking at Daniel's neck. "And frisky isn't a term I'd use G-Man, more like humpy or penetraty." Xander said laughing. Buffy began snickering and Giles scowled at Xaner.
"That's enough. And what did I tell you about calling me G-Man. It's Giles." Giles said in annoyance.
"Wow, one day in Sunnydale and you're getting all bumpy and grindy with vamps. Nice. But hey, I can't talk, not after Angel and Spike." She said.
"Still, at least you adjusted into that, he's only been here a day and he's gonna start going through these vamps like a porno movie." Xander said.
"God. Hey where is Spike anyway?" Buffy asked.
"He left after attacking me and spraining my wrist."
"Only after you tried to kill him." Xander put in.
"Since when did you start defending the bleached wonder anyway?" Buffy asked. Giles probably deserved what he got.
"After you get drunk like we did last night, you realize he's a pretty cool guy. Not that I'm like in love with Captain Peroxide, I leave that to you, but he's cool. Daniel made me realize all he's done for us." Xander said.
"Wow. This is like bizzarro world or something." Buffy said, throwing herself on the couch next to Daniel to inspect the bite.. "The bite's not that bad, it could have been worse, wow , were you guys that drunk that the Slayer fucked a vamp and got bit?" She asked.
"Yeah, but you should of seen the way he dusted that bitch. He caught a stake Spike threw at him, jumped at the vampire, stabbed her through the head with it, and while in midair, kicked the stake deeper into her skull. I ain't never see you do nothing like Buffy. He's got you on that." Xander said, smiling a little.
"I'm going to have to try that." Buffy said.
"Glad you are, but hey I got a hangover, so I'm going to get something to eat. Is there a Waffle House in Sunnydale?" Daniel asked.
"No. What's a Waffle House?"
"God, do you guys have a fuckin' McDonalds?" Daniel asked.
"Yea, we do, we're not that bad you know." Xander said.
"Whateva, hey we could get breakfast, take me to a car lot, buy me one, and then I could look for a house." He said.
"Yea, sounds good. Giles, Buffy, you want anything?" Xander asked.
"Just a ham, egg, and cheese biscuit with tea." Giles said.
"Ugh. I wanna sausage, egg, and cheese McGriddle meal. With Dr. Pepper." Buffy said.
"Alrigt." Xander said.
As they headed out the door, Daniel looked over at Xander and said, "Damn I'm gonna need like a twelve pack or something." Xander laughed.
Once they were alone, Giles looked over at Buffy, "When did Spike's chip stop working?" He demanded.
"Probably when he got his soul back."
"Buffy, it's dangerous to have a killer like him on the loose." Giles said tersely, "You should dust him."
"No Giles, I'm not. I need Spike in this coming apocalypse, last time he left I almost died. And I'm feeling for him, not love, but something, and you're not taking that away." Buffy said stubbornly.
Giles sighed.
Deep into the hellmouth, the First looked at his unholy army of Turok Han vampires. He needed to make an appearance and scare the Scoobies before unleashing a Turok Han on them. He would wait until night fall.
"It's time."
And a portal opened. A short, petite blond stood amongst the mass of the Turok Han. She slid into game face and waved a long sword in the air.
"Time to Slay." She said.
End of Chapter
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