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Chapter Six

There was a pounding on Giles' door at 3am the next morning. Instantly alert, he made his way downstairs and flung open the door. The man standing in the doorway was not who he had expected. "Angel? What on earth are you doing here?"

Angel, hands in his coat pockets, shrugged. "I thought I could help better, here."

"What about your team, your mission?"

Another shrug. "I left a note. They'll care on without me for a bit. I thought this was more important."

Giles stared at him for a bit, not sure what to do. It wasn't that he didn't trust Angel. It was Angelus he had an issue with. And if what Spike had told Buffy was true, then Angel and Angelus were two separate beings. Yet, he couldn't quite get himself to invite Angel inside. "You'll be staying at the old mansion, then?"

Angel frowned slightly, and then nodded. "Needs a little work but it will do."

Needs a little work? If he were only staying to help research a way to anchor Buffy's, and perhaps his own, soul he wouldn't need to fix the place up. He was a vampire, right? "Of course," Giles found himself saying instead, "I'll inform everyone in the morning…" he moved to close the door but Angel spoke, halting his movement.

"I was hoping to speak to Buffy before the sun comes up."

A small part of Giles filled with satisfaction at the thought of the words he would have to utter, words that would surely get a little revenge for the death of…her. But he knew it was childish. This was not Angelus. Still... "That would be impossible."

"Why? Where is she?"

"Currently? I have no idea. Feel free to look for her. During the day she stays in a crypt…with Spike."

Giles watched as the words registered in the dark haired vampire's mind and took a step back when Angel snarled. "What?"

"Apparently, their demons fancy one another. Just another thing to add to my list of research."

"That's impossible." Angel snarled. Her demon's supposed to fancy mine! "Does she know he's evil? Are we sure she isn't?"

Giles entire demeanor darkened at Angel's words. "While Spike may be evil," he said, barely above a whisper, "I am quite sure that Buffy, for the moment at least, is not. It would, therefore, be very unwise for you to utter those words in her presence, or the presence of any of those who care about her. I cannot say the others will be as…understanding as I have just been."

Angel gawked at him, then took a step back. Clearly recognizing that he had over stepped some imaginary line. Of course, he hadn't expected Giles, of all people, to be completely accepting of Buffy's claim to still retain a soul. "How do you know she has her soul?" he asked quietly, in an attempt not to further provoke the tired man.

"I did a spell." And the door slammed shut between them.

Angry, Angel spun from the door and marched off to the cemeteries. He'd search every crypt he reached until the sun came up. And when he found them, he'd dust Spike and convince Buffy that they were meant to be together. Not her and Spike. Besides, once she realized that Angel was willing to give her another chance, she might stake Spike herself. He smirked at the thought even as he came to the first crypt…

"Well I think he should just go home," Xander huffed, crossing his arms over his chest angrily. "He's done enough trouble."

"Buffy can handle him," Willow declared. "She'll send him home running!"

"I'm afraid I find that highly unlikely."

"What?" Willow's eyes widened. "You think she'll let him stay?"

"No. But I don't think she will aid us in running him away. She's preoccupied with Spike, you see."

"Spike? Still!" Xander cried. "Why can't she just stake him?"

"Is she coming by tonight?"

Giles shook his head. "She wanted to spend the evening with Spike. I received a note this morning, slid under my door. She thinks she as a shot at changing him."

"But? What about us?" What about me? Willow wanted to know. "She can't just abandon us!"

"I think, for now, her priority is making sure he doesn't kill any of us."

"Yea right!" Willow cried, leaping to her feet. "Her priority is jumping into bed with him! And having a happy little family with the evil vampire!"

No one saw her eyes flash as Giles yanked his glasses off. "Willow, that's preposterous. Vampires can't have families. And I'm not convinced Buffy is perrsuing any form of relationship with Spike. Their demons might be, but the girl is not attracted to him…"

"You're blind if you think that!" She cried and he rubbed his eyes.

"Willow…" he stopped, blinked, and then continued, "This is ridiculous. Let Buffy handle Spike. We'll handle Angel. Besides, we could use his help and resources. We'll find the spell to lock in their souls, and perhaps restore Spike's while we are at it…" he paused again, rubbing at his eyes, "And then we'll force him to leave."

"Yea!" Xander said leaping to his feet, "With the pointy end of a stake!"

Slightly defeated, Willow threw her hands into the air. "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you." And then she stormed out of the apartment.

"Willow!" Xander cried, ignoring his girlfriend who reached for him as he rushed out the door after her. Giles sat down on the soda and put his head in his hands.

"Um…" Anya stated, eyeing him, "You're not going to cry are you?"

"No Anya. I'm not going to cry." Giles mumbled. "My eyes are bothering me. Not to mention the emotional rollercoaster I'm forced to endure each time one of those three walks into my apartment."

"Oh I understand that!" Anya said nodding. "It's difficult with all these emotions running through you. One moment you want to slap someone and the next, I want to have sex with X…"

"Thank you for the visual Anya!" Giles said standing. "I'm sure they will be back in a moment. Meanwhile, I have research to do."

"I can help!" She too leapt to her feet. Sighing, he handed her a book he'd been working on last night.

"It's in a different language. I have yet to ascertain what language it is."

"That's because its' a demon language." She stated happily.

"You can read it?" He turned to regard her with surprise.

"Oh yes," she said nodding happily.

"Good. Let me know if you find something," and then he too sunk into one of his old, dusty books, rubbing at his eyes all the while.

Buffy woke to the feeling of cold lips moving down her abdomen. Immediately her eyes flew open and she gasped as she looked down. Spike was there, smiling up at her before drooping back down to kiss her stomach. "Good morning, luv," he purred and she lost it.

- M begins –

With her new strength she yanked him up from her stomach so that he was lying face to face with her. Hungrily, she kissed his lips, loving the way he instantly responded by deepening the kiss and sliding his tongue into her mouth. She moaned as his tongue caressed her own and was grateful that, at some point during the night, he'd lost his shirt. She raked her nails down his chest and he hissed in pleasure before moving to nip at her neck.

"Spike," she gasped as he bit her jugular and shoved her hips up into his. "Please," she whispered.

"Please what, luv." He laughed throatily against her neck, all the while licking and sucking. His hands found their way under her top and she moaned again, arching into him as he fondled her breasts.

"Please, Spike. Make love to me." He froze above her, pulling back to look down at her with a look she'd never seen reflected in those eyes before. Awe. He nodded once and returned to his work. Slowly, he pulled her shirt and bra off, then lowered his mouth to take a taunt nipple between his teeth. "Oh," she whispered as he flicked his tongue across it. His smiled against her breast as his hands trailed down between them, yanking her pants and underwear off in one move. He sank between her legs as she brought them up to wrap around his waist. Moaning again as his hand found her core.

"Oh, shit!" She gasped when he sank a long finger into her, curling it toward him. "Spike!" she cried, her hands flying to his jeans and shoving them down until he was freed of them. Blindly, she reached for his erection and brought it to the entrance. "Please," she begged again.

It was all Spike could take. Without so much as a warning he plunged into her, his eyes nearly rolling back at how tight she was. "God, Slayer," he moaned, "So bloody tight." She moved her hips against him and in an instant all words left him. He thrust into her almost blindly, snarling and nipping at any flesh he could find, moaning in ecstasy as she did the same. Her nails raked down his back, and when he finally looked at her, he was shocked to see her demon face forward. She kissed him, her tongue snaking out to caress his fangs and her tongue cut.

He lost it, climaxing inside her as he pumped frantically, sucking on the drops of blood from her tongue. She tore her head away from him a second later to scream her release at the top of her lungs.

- SAFE –

Slowly, they both came down from their high, gasping and mewing contently. He dropped his head to her shoulder, she wrapped her arms around him, and for a bit they stayed just like that. It was then, in the silence that followed their release, that Spike realized they weren't alone.

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