A/N: Mornin' all, I have to continue chapter 2 before I get to chapter 3 so I apologize about the wait for it. However, this is the continuation of chapter 2 so please don't fret I will start working on chapter 3 as soon as this chapter is posted. Enjoy! Just to let you guys know this story will eventually become Spuffy.

Warning: Coarse language, Excessive violence, and Suggestive themes. Don't say I didn't warn you.

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Chapter 2.5: Claiming? Part 2

Buffy was standing in front of the mirror gazing intently at Angel's bite mark; now fully healed glistening with the remnants of her earlier shower. However, the bite mark had began to grow a shade of bright red where the fangs pierced the smooth tanned skin; there was a dull aching itch reaching up to her throat she caressed the mark with interest. Why is it all… glowy? She thought idly to herself as she brushed it off as nothing, more concerned about Angel. After the bite; she felt strangely connected to it, almost like she was chosen for something, but she didn't know what. She giggled at the irony of it, Get a grip, Buffy. Suddenly she felt the need to be near Angel. When she found the courage to step away from the mirror, turning off the light and padding her way to her room tightly wrapped in an auburn towel; she entered her room with a sigh. Opening her closet she searched the innards for something to wear to bed settling for something a little more provocative than usual, none the wiser as to her 'visitor'.

Spike was standing under the pine tree in front of the Summers' home bemused, snorting. "What the bleeding hell am I gonna say to 'er? ''ello Slayer, mind if I come in for some coffee and kip?'" Shaking his head, I'll come up with something… he thought to himself; strolling up the walk to the weathered front stoop. Spike raised his hand about to knock but was interrupted by a crash, his interest peaked as he swiftly climbed the narrow tree leading to the bedroom window belonging to 'The Bane of his existence'; wanting to be discreet for the time being he slowly raised his platinum blonde head above the window sill only his slightly mussed up hair and his piercing cerulean orbs were visible. Raising a scarred eyebrow, he took in the appearance of the slayer; she was wearing a white lace bra with a pinkish outline, her panties were much the same except they were slightly see through, hung snug around her perfectly sculpted hips; to finish off her little outfit was a loose fitting satin vanilla housecoat. Groaning as his jeans tightened exponentially at the thoughts of what he could do to her at the moment; furrowing his eyebrows in horror. How the bloody hell would I think that? About the bloody Slayer nonetheless! As he was thinking to himself; said Slayer had abruptly left the room. He silently listened as suddenly he heard an all too familiar voice. Angel's. Brilliant. He snorted as he hefted himself gracefully through the open window.

"Angel, what are you doing here?" Buffy asked tiredly, as she wrapped her housecoat snuggly around herself.

"Buffy… I- I came by to make sure your alright, I was drawn here somehow." Angel spoke confused as to why he was really there. Unknown to them Spike was silently listening to the conversation and mentally hanging the poof from the ceiling with a rope, he grinned at the image that portrayed (Think: Tongue hanging out, and X's for eyes hehehe. )

No… Can't be, can it? Has to be coincidence. Yep, purely coincidental! Buffy thought to herself. Couldn't hurt to ask can it? "Uhm… Angel?" she asked cautiously becoming slightly frightened, she cleared her throat trying to clear her thoughts so she could focus.

"Buffy?" He echoed as he himself was brought out of his own thoughts, "What is it?" he finished truly concerned now. For the both of them.

"When you say… er… drawn here. Do you mean like a kind of need?" She questioned, her heart pounding in her tight chest.

Angel looked at her with wide eyes, "How did you know?"

"Uhm… cuz I felt the same way earlier. What is it?" Her fears becoming reality, she shifted on her feet restlessly.

Spike sat there confused for a few moments, Drawn… Need? Suddenly everything pulled together and clicked; his eyes widened in shocked understanding. Can it really be a claim? He thought as he decided to risk a quick glance for confirmation, silently scaling the stairs to the lower floor he leaned against the wall and peeked. Buffy unconsciously pulled a loose lock of golden hair behind her ear, there he saw it. Bite mark. Everything fit together nicely, "Oh, balls." Spike figured he could make his presence known and tell the Slayer, well at least try to anyway.

"Buffy… I- don't know." Angel stopped suddenly and sniffed the air, his nostrils flared as anger took over his entire being. Spike.

"What is.." She was cut off by an unmistakable british accent that could only belong to a certain vampire.

"'ello, luv. Peaches." Spike shifted uncomfortably on his feet just like Buffy had earlier, not knowing what to say he settled for sending a menacing glare towards his grand sire.

"What are you doing here Spike!" Angel roared as he swiftly crossed the room and grabbed Spike slamming him against the wall. "I told you to stay the fuck away!" his eyes turning amber and his eyebrows disappearing, ridges taking it's place and his canines grew an extra two inches. "She belongs to me!"

"Oh, stick it! Far as it'll go ya ponce." Unfazed by his sire's explosive outburst of anger and hatred, Spike continued. "You really that much of a ninny?" he rolled his eyes and chuckled, "Oh right, you are almost forgot. Shove off you bleeding wanker!" Spike forcefully pushed Angel back a few feet; vamping out himself he lunged at his sire; burning with a strange fire to protect the Slayer. He had to admit even though it felt awkward; it gave him a rush that slayer blood never could.

"Oh my god, are you guys twelve!?" Buffy pulled them both apart like a mother to her fighting sons, "Grow up!" she snapped as Angel made another grab for Spike who in turn threw a well aimed kick that struck Angel in the jaw as he spat out blood onto the white carpet six teeth rendezvousing with the settled blood splatter, Spike smirked gratified that he kicked his sire's teeth in. Buffy who was restraining Angel more than Spike glanced between the two heated vampires; although she'd not admit it out loud she was kind of turned on by that little incident. Rubbing her creamy thighs together for a bit of friction she let out a soft moan as she quenched the itch that was pooling in her overly wet panties.

"Bloody 'ell Slayer, lemme' go!" Spike was unattainably aroused by the sudden change of scent from Buffy.

"Promise to behave?" She chided him seductively, stubborn as Spike was at the moment he missed it and therefore didn't call her on it.

"Oi! I ain' a soddin' child!" Spike snapped as he unintentionally pouted like one, earning an amused giggle from Buffy.

"You sure 'bout that?" Buffy questioned sweetly.

Spike glared at her, "You are one step 'way missy."

"Oh no! I'm so scared!" Buffy mocked, "What are you gonna do lick me to death? We both know you can't kill me."

"You never know Slayer." Spike stated licking his upper lip and pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth; suggestively leering at her. All the while ignoring her previous statement of mockery, for now.

Buffy's eyes widened, "You pig." She snapped. Oh my god just shut up and take me now! Buffy thought to herself but then her eyes widened once more, Ooh! Bad Buffy… Bad thoughts, he's evil and soulless. But then he probably would stick around afterwards and not lose his soul. Buffy absentmindedly shook her head to rid herself of such thoughts.

"Oink, oink." Spike grinned.

"Ugh!" Buffy rolled her eyes and looked at Angel expectantly; who was in turn looking more furious with each passing second. "Now are you gonna tell me, what's going on or am I gonna have to get all bitchy again?" She quirked her eyebrow and tilted her head to the side in question.

"I –" Spike cut Angel off before he could say anything.

"It's a claim." Spike answered simply, glancing at Buffy and offering her a small smile. "Unfortunately, due to prophecy and history. You are now his property."

Buffy was literally shell shocked, "What? How?" then suddenly she remembered giving Angel her blood. "Oh god." She whispered as she swiftly brought a shaking hand to her neck covering the bite mark. Angel however, was speechless how could he have been so stupid and careless; he mentally kicked himself. If he were to be honest to himself right now if Spike somehow came up with a stake and tried to stake him he'd probably let him. "Get out Angel." Buffy snapped as she left to go up the stairs, not bothering to glance back at Angel.

"You really done it now, mate." Spike raised his scarred eyebrow, as he dug into his pockets and fetched a smoke and his lighter; he lit the smoke and exhaled slowly. "The question is, what are you goin' do 'bout it?" he asked, giving his sire a curt nod of slight sympathy; very uncharacteristic of course but he felt for him. Turning to leave a voice stopped him dead in his tracks; he turned to acknowledge his sire.

"Take care of her, Spike. There's hope for you yet m' boy." Angel muttered not looking up from his feet. Spike looked at him flabbergasted, as if on cue Angel looked up and chuckled despite himself. "Don't look so shocked Spike. I know how you look at her, you love her." Spike's jaw dropped, he started to shake his head in denial, but Angel stopped him. "You may not now, but you will I can see it. Don't let her shut herself out of this world just because of what I did; she needs to know that she can still be happy. If it's with you, then I hope you put the same devotion and determination towards her than you do trying to make my unlife hell. Please, just take care of her because she likes you even if she doesn't know yet. If there's anything I've learned in my years is to read someone, I'm heading to L.A. I'll try to give Buffy a call sometime soon to apologize, once I figure out how." Angel told his childe all the while boring straight into Spike's cerulean depths as he gave him a slight nod, as much as it pained him he had to hear it from Spike. "Promise me, you will be there for her and never leave her, take care of her." He watched his childe and waited for his response.

Spike was watching his sire in bewilderment; did he really just say that he was leaving? That he wanted HIM to take care of the bloody Slayer? As much as he knew his grand sire, he never thought he'd actually be sincere about something like this. After a few moments he cleared his throat, "Listen 'ere ya ponce, if ya think that the Slayer won' stake my arse when she finds out; you're sorely mistaken." He was about to speak again but was cut off by his grand sire.

"Promise me, Spike." Angel growled as his patience was growing very thin.

Spike took a deep unneeded breath before he spoke, "I promise, wanker." he was distressed to say the least but another part of him was growing rather fond of the Slayer, so he took it as an advantage to make something out of nothing and give it a shot. Even if he wasn't sure if his sire was playing him or not; his vampiric hearing picked up a soft sobbing noise. Spike glanced up at the ceiling then back to Angel; giving him another nod of understanding. He watched as Angel let his lips curl into a small lopsided grin; he turned and walked out the front door without looking back. "Stay alive ya sod." Spike whispered more to himself then to Angel, trying to come to grips with what had transpired here moments ago he leaned against the door frame and watched as his sire disappeared into the growing darkness; the last remnants of Angel was a barely noticeable 'Thank you' flowing in the wind. Spike closed the door with a soft click, hearing a scampering noise from the hallway; he now had one mission, one promise, and one purpose.

Buffy.

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Okay that is the end of chapter 2 now fully done chapter 2 as a matter of fact. Next up, chapter 3! I hope you guys like how this is coming. Remember reviews people! Lol, have a good day.