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PT 6

Spike and Buffy decided to go on patrol. They'd laughed when Chloe claimed Smallville wasn't known for vampires. Soon, the news of a pregnant slayer would change all that. They expected to see lots more creatures besides vampires.

Spike shook his head as his eyes fell upon a petite brunette standing not too far away from them. He observed the brunette talking to a gravestone. "Seriously, this chick has some screws loose," he stated. Who comes to a graveyard at night? Being in a graveyard at night was just asking for trouble. The expression on Buffy's face revealed that she was thinking on his wavelength.

Spike secretly hoped patrol would be a bust. He much preferred to christen the graveyard. Like old times, a dance of a sparring and a fight of foreplay. He was beginning to believe Chloe was correct when suddenly a vampire stepped out of the shadows.

Spike watched the brunette stand there like a statue as the man changed into a vampire. A loud scream echoed in the night when the man grabbed her arm. "Why do they always scream?" he grumbled.

Spike yanked the vampire away from teenager. He punched him a couple of times before easily stabbing him in the heart. It was an easy fight making him surmise the vamp was newly risen. Brushing the dust from his clothes, he turned to the brunette. "I'd suggest staying out of graveyards at night."

The disbelief that shined in her eyes made Spike want to roar in laughter. She stared at him before huffing to herself. His eyebrow rose, as he waited. Does she have a princess complex?

In all his undead life, Spike never witnessed humans paying their respect at night. This chick appeared to be carrying on a conversation as if the deceased were speaking to her. She was easy prey and would have been dinner if he hadn't patrolled. That bird definitely has a few screws loose.

Spike read the gravestone to discover the object of the brunette's obsession. His eyes danced with bewilderment as he snickered, "I think her farm boy might have a few screws loose."

In all the years Buffy patrolled she rarely encountered the living in a graveyard at night. She was amused by the stupidity of the brunette. They say blondes are dumb. She was willing to bet the brunette would be turned into a vampire.

"She's gonna become a vampire," she predicted and fawned jealousy when Spike claimed the brunette would be a more attractive vamp. She knew Spike hadn't been interested in her or anything like that. Just his way of stating what did anyone find attractive about the brunette.

Buffy smiled when Spike said no one was as hot as his slayer. At times, she swore, her vampire had a one track mind. Slipping her hand from his, she pushed hard against his chest making Spike stumble backwards until his back crashed into nearest headstone.

Stepping closer to him, Buffy asked, "Is that so?" She moaned when his hands gripped her hips and pulled her tightly against his body. Her nostrils filled with the smells of whiskey, smoke, and worn leather. The scents of her vampire teased her.

Leaning down, Spike replied, "Hell yeah." His mouth devoured hers in a hungry and fierce kiss.

Buffy reached between their bodies as their tongues battled. Her hands swiftly undid his belt and freed him from his prison. She grabbed his shoulders with one hand and hoisted herself up while gripped him tightly with her other hand. Without warning, she thrust her hips downward to take his hardness into her tight, wet center.

Breaking the kiss, Spike looked deep into her eyes as Buffy started to move her hips. The look of awe mirrored a look he'd given when she'd taken him their very first time together. He smirked at the fond memories of the old abandoned house that came crashing down around them.

Her moans of pleasure filled the night air. She loved how his thick hardness filled her so completely. Spike touched her deep inside making her burn with pleasure that only he could extinguish. Her climax approached, but she needed more than his thrusts. Tilting her head to the side, she exposed her neck to him.

Spike grunted in ecstasy. His demon clawed at his chest wanting to sink his fangs into his slayer. The man allowed the demon to come forth. Buffy needed both the man and the demon. His face distorted into the demon before his fangs sank slowly into his marks.

His fangs were the orgasmic sensation her body craved. Her hips thrust wildly as his fangs penetrated her skin. The first pull from his drinking of her made her pace uncontrollable. She screamed his name as his cold seed flowed into her clenching core.

Spike slipped his fangs from her neck and ran his tongue over the two punctures. His face shifted back to the man as he roared, "Buffy!" Slipping from inside her, he swore if his heart were to beat it would explode.

Buffy whimpered from the loss. Jumping down, she adjusted her skirt back into place. She coyly watched Spike adjusting his clothing. Finished with patrolling and having christened another graveyard, they walked hand and hand back home.

Clark stared at his laptop. He had no idea where to start. It was possible the council had another name. His research on vampires gave him several different myths. Mostly, related to fictions or horror movies. The term slayer generated items connected to murders. Closing his laptop, he sighed in frustration.

His thoughts drifted to the new students today. Clark suspected Chloe knew them from the summer she spent in Sunny Hell. When she was supposed to be in Metropolis and the summer I ran away. Shame washed over him at the things he'd done that summer. He recalled how Chloe was two months late to school that year and claimed to have been in a car crash.

Clark walked into school each day expecting to see Chloe at her locker. The days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Still Chloe was nowhere to be found. He tried to contact her father but Mr. Sullivan was unreachable.

He discovered from Pete that Chloe hadn't contacted him all summer. He assumed she was living it up in Metropolis. Clark tried to recall ever seeing her around. He's spent his summer there committing all sorts of crimes. She hadn't appeared at one of his favorite haunts, Atlantis.

Still concerned, Clark spoke with his parents. They hadn't heard from Mr. Sullivan in months. Last they heard Gabe was blacklisted by Luthor. He'd taken a job in Gotham.

Clark was contemplating filing a missing person report with the police department when he walked into school and found Chloe standing at her locker. Rushing over to her, he wrapped his arms around her body and held her in a tight bear hug. "Chloe! Where have you been?"

"Clark, need to breathe," Chloe gasped and visibly whimpered when Clark released her from his arms. She didn't look into his eyes as she answered, "Been recuperating from a car accident."

Her obvious avoidance of eye contact made Clark suspicious. He used the opportunity to discretely use his x-ray vision. His heart pounded wildly as three cracked ribs were revealed to him. He noticed the rest of her healing wounds, the marks on her neck and nasty cut above her eye with normal vision.

A lump formed in his throat. What he'd seen had nothing to do with a car crash. His stomach tightened in knots making him feel sick to his stomach. The discoveries he was making were like Kryptonite.

The step squeaked as someone approached his sanctuary. Clark was surprised when Lana came into view. She hadn't really spoken to him since telling him that she believed he was the father of Chloe's baby. He was surprised by the fact it really hadn't bothered him. Maybe because I have enough other things to worry about.

Curious, Clark greeted, "Hi, Lana. What brings you here?" He decided to use his parents as an excuse not to be alone with her. "I'm kind a grounded," Clark lied. He didn't have any desires to do anything sexual with Lana.

"Hi," Lana replied. His comment made her wonder if Clark came clean with his parents. She had wondered if the loft was where Clark got Chloe pregnant. "Right. This won't take long," she promised.

Lana hoped Clark wouldn't think she was crazy. "I know this is going to make me sound crazy. I visit my parents' grave every night…" Lana started.

Clark had found her talking to them more than once. His curiosity peaked. He always believed that normal people didn't visit graveyards at night. Though, some teenagers claimed it was the perfect make-out spot.

"Tonight, a guy came up to me," Lana stated. She shivered as a chill ran down her spine. The distorted face flashed in her mind. "His face shifted with beady yellow eyes and fangs. He was trying to bite my neck when this guy and girl came out of nowhere," Lana explained.

Instantly, Clark was reminded of the DVD. Watching her intently, he got the impression she wasn't finished.

"The guy could have passed for Billy Idol with his spiked blonde hair, black clothing and black leather trench coat," Lana explained. "He was kind of hot." Noticing how Clark clenched his fists she wondered if he knew the Billy Idol look alike.

Clark believed Lana was describing Spike. There was something about Spike that rubbed his nerves the wrong way. He couldn't put his finger on what it was about him. His mark is on Chloe, a voice taunted inside of his head.

He chastised himself, as he thought, I'm not jealous. The last thing he wanted to do was to think about Spike biting Chloe. Trying to focus on their conversation, he asked, "This Billy Idol wanna be is the guy who attacked you?"

"No. He fought with him and then the guy who attacked me turned to dust," Lana answered. It was like she was starring in some vampire flick. She was the damsel in distress rescued by the hot leading man. "He was with a petite blonde. She looked at me like I was crazy as he told me I shouldn't be in a graveyard at night."

"Maybe, they are right," Clark agreed. He wondered why she even came to talk to him when his opinion obviously made her angry. "What is it with you and Chloe getting an attitude with me?" he snapped.

Lana huffed and her eyes flashed with anger. His mention of Chloe, she bit her tongue to keep from giving him her opinion. She was angry with him. Clark claimed to be interested in her. Yet, he broke their date with one of his random excuses. Later, she found Chloe kissing Clark in the Talon.

She'd never dreamed in a million years that Clark and Chloe were screwing each other. His obvious avoidance of her since their talk this morning made Lana feel Clark honestly had wanted Chloe all along. Clark should have chased after her telling her that they could still be together. Not wanting to sound like a scorned woman, she kept her comments to herself. "What difference does it matter if it's at night. Time doesn't matter to a meteor freak," she snapped.

Clark wanted Lana to leave. At first, he tried to be casual and simple asked her to leave. "Before my dad comes out here and I get in more trouble…" He sighed in annoyance when she didn't get the hint. He figured the best way to get her to leave was to mention Chloe. Obviously, Lana had issues with his involvement with Chloe. "I really want to go see Chloe tomorrow," he stated.

He wasn't surprised when Lana turned to leave. Lana claimed she only wanted to be friends, yet the impression she gave led to other conclusions. His eyes flashed orange when his heightened hearing heard her whisper, "So you can get your dick wet."

Clark couldn't deny that he would be more than pleased to be with her again. In fact, his body practically ached with blue balls from her presence. He didn't need Red-K to act upon those desires, something that both scared and thrilled him.

Jonathan listened to the wolf howl. He'd never heard one so close. He stepped onto the porch just as Lana walked out of the barn. He waved back to her on his way to the barn. His eyes narrowed in anger when Lana said, "Don't worry, I'm not Chloe."

Lana reminded him more and more of her aunt. It was obvious that Lana wanted to be with Clark but refused to be involved with someone who fathered a child with another. He hoped since Lana was showing her true colors that Clark would see she was the wrong girl for him. Going into the barn, Jonathan walked up into his son's sanctuary.

Clark gulped when his dad suddenly appeared. "Dad, I asked Lana to leave. She got mad cause I told her I was kinda grounded and didn't want to get in more trouble so I could go see Chloe," Clark quickly explained.

Sitting down next to Clark, Jonathan placed his hand on Clark's shoulder. "Relax. I figured that when Lana started to bad mouth Chloe," Jonathan explained. He was concerned for Clark with everything that was happening and was curious of how he was dealing with everything. Though, he didn't want to push him into talking.

Clark got the impression that his dad wanted him to talk. He stared at his hands as he said, "I'm so confused, and I keep thinking about that DVD." He couldn't help but wonder if he truly ever knew Chloe. Am I being fair by judging her? I hid my secret from her.

His life seemed to be spinning out of control. Things he believed to be true turned out to be lies. His love for Lana was a lie. Chloe learning the truth forced him to deal with some hard truths. I'm in love with my best friend. His heart pounded wildly in his chest in response to his admission.

"I keep seeing Chloe die," Clark admitted. Lana claimed to see someone exactly like Spike wasn't helping either. "Lana was attacked by someone and then she described her rescuer as the guy Chloe called Spike," he explained.

"So this Spike character is here," Jonathan said. Can't help but think the council is interested in someone in Smallville. His heart started to beat faster and his gut instinct told him Spike was referring to his son. Clark mentioned two new students and didn't like the implications. "Two other friends of hers arrived today," Jonathan stated. Maybe I should have let Clark go over there tonight.

"Another girl, too," Clark stated. He sighed in frustration. "Think I'm going to call it a night," he said as he got up from the couch. The more he sat there thinking, the more he desired to speed right over to her.

Nodding his head in agreement, Jonathan stood and walked down the stairs after Clark. "You haven't seen any wolves have you?" he asked jokingly. The constant howl was getting on his nerves.

Clark glanced up at the full moon. "No, tonight is the first I've heard one," Clark answered. He followed Jonathan into the house and closed the door. Passing his mom on his way to the stairs, he said, "Goodnight."