Title: When the sun sets - chapter 1 (Do something!)
Pairing: Buffy/Giles, Spike
Genre: Angst, Friendship, Romance.
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Nope, I still do not own Buffy TVS and its characters. I make no profit out of this... bummer.
Summary: Giles was hurt really badly... no more description, read it to find out. ;)
A/N: Hi guys... I'm revisiting this fiction now in 2024. I hope there are still readers out there and I hope you enjoy it. This fiction have a bit more of a plot in contrast to my usual quick romantic and erotic fics. ;) It's a change and a new walk through the realm of angst. Don't worry if you like my usual writing (which makes me indescribably happy) because it is still me and the happy ending is always at an arm's length. :)
A/N2: HUGE thanks to mischiefmagnet for the beta and motivating me. :)
After Riley left, Watcher and Slayer grew closer again, and once in a while, Giles would join Buffy in her patrols.
This night started like any other. Giles loaded the car with their weapons bag, while Buffy filled her pockets with stakes. Giles' pockets were also stocked with holy water and crosses. Tonight, they had a bit of extra reinforcement: Spike had decided to join them for a bit of 'fun'. The blond vampire, thanks to The Initiative's chip implanted in his head preventing him from harming humans, had settled for fighting demons and vampires instead. He called it his 'heroic act' and had been doing it more frequently these days.
It was natural that after years of performing that same nightly ritual, things had become predictable and almost automatic for Slayer and Watcher. They would chat in the middle of their battle, and even Giles would risk the occasional mocking of their enemies.
The blue-haired vampire came out of nowhere, landing a roundhouse kick on Giles that sent his sword clattering onto the damp cemetery ground. With the Slayer and her blond, undead ally occupied in their own fight, the newly risen vampire seized the opportunity. Grabbing Giles' sword with swift precision, he quickly cornered the unarmed Watcher. Giles stumbled backward, desperately fumbling in his jacket pockets for his remaining vampire repellents.
Giles' attacker made a swift move and lunged at the British man, aiming to strike a fatal blow. Giles gasped as the cold metal of his loyal sword pierced through his flesh. The vampire's face was mere inches from his own, green eyes meeting hollow ones. The blue-haired night crawler smirked with evil satisfaction.
The blue-haired vampire came out of nowhere, landing a roundhouse kick on Giles that sent his sword clattering onto the damp cemetery ground. With the Slayer and her blond, undead ally occupied in their own fight, the newly risen vampire seized the opportunity. Grabbing Giles' sword with swift precision, he quickly cornered the unarmed Watcher. Giles stumbled backward, desperately fumbling in his jacket pockets for his remaining vampire repellents.
Giles' attacker made a swift move and lunged at the British man, aiming to strike a fatal blow. Giles gasped as the cold metal of his loyal sword pierced through his flesh. The vampire's face was mere inches from his own, green eyes meeting hollow ones. The blue-haired night crawler smirked with evil satisfaction.
Giles lowered his head in slow motion to witness the sword buried in his own chest.
"Buffy," Giles gasped out, his voice barely a whisper, strained with pain and confusion.
After quickly dispatching her rival, the Slayer turned abruptly at the unusual way her name was spoken.
In an uncaring and rough act, the vampire removed the sword from Giles' chest and turned to face the Slayer. However, he barely had time to steady himself when he felt a wooden stake being buried right into his heart. Dust coiled by the Slayer's feet.
Buffy rushed to Giles, dropping to her knees beside him as he lay flat on the floor. She noticed how pale his face was. Blood poured from his chest, staining his white shirt in vivid dark red.
"Giles," she voiced with urgency.
Buffy lifted his head and upper body, cradling him in her embrace.
"Giles!" she called again more fiercely.
Giles opened his eyes halfway to her. "Are you all right?" he mumbled.
"Me?" Buffy asked exasperated. "God, Giles, you are hurt. It looks really, really bad."
Giles blinked slowly, his vision blurring as he struggled to focus on her face. He began to feel a stinging pain in his chest, his breath growing more laboured. His heart beat felt like a slowing tud-tud over his temple. He shivered at feeling a cold chill run down his body and his eyes closed again.
"Giles!" Buffy called out to him while she applied pressure with her hands over his injured chest.
"Giles! Stay with me!" she shouted.
Giles coughed, feeling his breathing become even more difficult. He tried to open his eyes, but something seemed to hold his eyelids down. It was as if they weighed tons. They were never that heavy before, he thought.
'Am I about to faint?'... 'Am I dying?'... he conjured somehow.
He wasn't supposed to die. He had so many things he craved to say to his Slayer before his life ended. So many trapped feelings. They had been getting along so well lately that he had never felt as close to telling her the truth as he did in the last few days.
And... What about the so-called 'last words' a man was supposed to have before dying?
He tried again to open his eyes but was unsuccessful. He tried to move his mouth, to voice his words, but they didn't come. He felt miserably helpless.
As he lay there, he felt her tears falling onto his face. Her desperate cries of his name grew increasingly distant, muffled, and distorted, through the haze of his fading consciousness.
Buffy turned her attention to Spike. Her vision was blurred by her tears.
"Do something! He's dying!" she shouted.
Spike was quiet all along, frozen in place. He had forgotten how horrible and scary the pain of death and loss could be. He witnessed the despair in her eyes and the life draining from Giles' body. Slowly, he stepped forward.
"Do something ple-ase," she repeated between sobs before turning back to Giles, "Stay with me, Giles."
Spike crouched quietly by her side.
"Please, don't leave me," she pleaded repeatedly, rocking him in her arms.
The former evil vampire placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"Do something," she repeated over and over, pleading with Spike as if she were imploring a doctor to play God, to perform a miracle, to save Giles.
Spike took Giles' wrist and felt his pulse weakening.
"He's dying," Buffy's voice trembled as she sensed Giles' faint breaths grow weaker.
"Sorry," Spike whispered sincerely.
Buffy's sudden outburst startled Spike. "Turn him!" she shouted, as if struck by a sudden revelation.
"What?" Spike asked in total shock removing his hands from her shoulder and dropping Giles' wrist.
Buffy grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him down anxiously. "Please," she pleaded, "turn him into a vampire." She sobbed once more, her words punctuated by tears, "I can't lose him, Spike... I can't lose him."
Spike could see the glimmer of hope in her eyes, but it was only a fleeting illusion. "Slayer, he won't be Giles after that, you know better than anyone," Spike reasoned.
"Just do it!" Her voice took on a dangerous, demanding tone as she pressed a stake against Spike's chest.
"Did you forget about this sodding chip? I can't bite him!" he shouted desperately and met her eyes.
"Please," she begged again. The hand she held the stake trembled and she helplessly lowered it, dropping the stake and gripping Giles' body tighter.
"Giles, Giles!" she called when she noticed he had stopped breathing. "Giles!"
For some reason, the pain that Spike felt at that moment was unlike any other he had experienced in a long time. Not even the excruciating pain caused by his chip had been that overwhelming. A sense of emptiness washed over him, enveloping him while Buffy's tears slipped down her face. Giles' motionless body stirred unfamiliar feelings of sadness within him, and something changed before Spike could even begin to analyse his actions.
His external appearance changed as he growled and put on his game face. Wasting no time, he lowered his face to Giles' neck, opening his jaw wide before sinking his teeth deeply into the soft flesh. With a cry of pain, Spike forced himself to lock his lips onto the Watcher's skin and apply suction; they didn't have much time.
Spike groaned as the first gush of warm blood hit his tongue. It tasted marvelous, sinful and maddeningly painful all at once. The chip sent wave after wave of electrical shock through his brain. Gripping the Watcher's head with primal urgency, Spike tilted it even further to allow himself greater access, completely ignoring the Slayer's presence.
Buffy watched, dumbfounded, as the scene unfolded before her. Everything seemed surreal. She observed Giles' body growing even paler. She heard Spike moaning in pleasure, whimpering in pain, and the wet sucking sounds emanating from his mouth.
After what seemed like forever, Spike surfaced from Giles. There was sweat running down from his temples and his eyes were half closed. He sank his teeth once again, but now into his own wrist over his pulse. He placed his blood-dripping wrist over the Watcher's mouth.
Spike wearily leaned his back against the nearby tombstone as he continued to feed Giles.
Spike's head tilted back and his eyes fluttered closed. His other hand massaged his head trying to soothe the area where the chip was located.
His blood dripped slowly into Giles' mouth and Buffy numbly tipped the Watcher's head back to allow the red liquid to flow down his throat.
They remained frozen in that moment, bathed in silent grief and anticipation.
Spike had done everything within his reach to 'save' Giles. He knew this was totally illogical, but he really hoped it would work. He sighed into the cool night air; he craved a cigarette.
Suddenly, he was startled when he felt Giles' mouth aggressively meet his wrist. Spike steeled himself against the urge to pull away, keeping his hand in place as he felt his blood being forcefully drawn from the two small punctures.
Buffy jolted at the abrupt movement. She locked eyes with Giles, seeing his emerald gaze fully open, brimming with uncontrolled need and hunger as he struggled to drain Spike's cold blood. Giles' hands lifted, grasping the vampire's wrist to his mouth, as he chewed restlessly on the pale skin, seeking more of this source of 'life'. His eyes remained fixed on Buffy's.
Spike swore under his breath in pain at the ferocity of the attack but remained immobile.
Buffy's fingers ran tenderly over the Watcher's skin, brushing damp locks of hair away from his forehead. "Shhh... It's ok. It's ok," she kept soothing him with warm words.
Giles' face softened under her caresses, and his sucking became gentle and rhythmic. Eventually, he moaned in pleasure, and Spike instinctively moaned back. Over the centuries, there had always been a delicate balance between pain and pleasure in the act they were now engaged in. Giles briefly shifted his gaze to his Sire-to-be before returning it to Buffy.
His eyes blinked sleepily and his sucking transformed into soft cat-like licks before his eyes closed completely, succumbing to unconsciousness.
-.-
End of chapter 1
