• 1-Something Wicked
• 2-A Childe Awakes
• 3-Awareness
• 4-The ones we knew pt 1...
• 5-The ones we knew...pt 2
• 6-Soul's Are Tricky Things....
• 7-Shadows
• 8-Information
• 9-So Beautiful
• 10-Best Laid Plans
• 11-Punishment
• 12-Betrayal So Sweet
• 13-You always hurt the ones you love

Something Wicked

Author: Aislynn

Disclaimer: It’s not mine all of it belongs
to Joss, and Mutant Enemy. I just fell in love with characters from the very
first episode.

Summary: I’ve read
several stories where Buffy is turned into a vampire. I decided to take a whirl and see how my ideas would work out in
a story. I decided Buffy would be
turned during Halloween it is the only time that she was actually weak enough
during this time to have it happen, events of the episode will be the same up
until just before the warehouse scene. I hope you like it.

Rating: NC-17

Cordelia watched the
man slip past the others and opened her mouth to yell a warning just as his
hand clamped down on her throat.

“You’re a tasty little
bit, but not really what I had in mind.”
Spike purred staring into the beautiful brunettes terrified gaze just
before he tossed her aside leaving an equally terrified Slayer trembling before
him.

“Now your just what I
had in mind.” Spike smirked giving her
slap hard enough to daze her. Like the
women of his age she had a fainting spell and as she began to collapse he
caught her glancing over his shoulder he saw that Angel and the whelp were to
busy trying to survive to notice that the two women they had been protecting
were now both quite unprotected.
Slipping into the building he made his way quickly through it knowing if
Angel managed to get away he would be right behind them.

As one of the demons
or rather children clawed at his face he turned aside to see Cordelia sprawled
on the floor, and Buffy no where to be found.
So far he had been trying not to hurt the children but he knew that
Spike must have taken Buffy. He knocked
the few demons surrounding him aside and pushed past Xander following Spikes
scent. He ran through several buildings
and then he lost the scent.
Backtracking he tried to pick it back up, but he couldn’t. He raced back to where he left Xander, and
found him helping Cordelia to her feet.

“Where’s Buffy?” Cordelia asked flinching as she touched her
bloody lip. Whenever she was around
Buffy and her friends things like this always happened.

“Spike has her.” Angel growled unaware that his face had
shifted.

Spike finally stopped
not only because he knew that Angel wouldn’t be able to follow his scent, the
Slayer coming to after her little fainting spell. Setting her down he held onto
her giving her a moment to become fully conscious.

Spike watched as her
eyes fluttered open beautiful green eyes gazed into his a moment confused and
so bloody innocent.

“Who are you?” Came the soft question and questioning
glance as her gaze took in his appearance.

“Question really is
luv, what am I?” Spike smirked shifting
into his game face loving every second as fear filled those beautiful
eyes. She tried to push him away it was
very human, not at all like the slayer, especially the lack of strength in
within that delectable little body.

With a sharp shove he
sent her stumbling back against some discarded shipping crates and stalked
forward. She had trouble catching
herself because of the swirl and abundance of skirts.

“Look at you, shaking,
terrified, alone, a poor lost little lamb.”
His voice soft yet menacing as he moved forward forcing her into a
corner and back against the crates she was helpless. Reaching up with his left hand he grasped her by the throat and
purred, “I love it.”

He gazed into those
green eyes and with his right hand he reached up jerking the elegantly quaffed
wig off her head. Her body trembled
against his. A smile touched his lips
because now she at least looked like the slayer.

“Please don’t hurt
me?” She whispered her eyes filling
with unshed tears. He watched as one
pooled and then began its decent down her cheek. It didn’t seem right for a Slayer to go out like this without a
fight.

“It will only hurt for
a moment pet.” He purred, brushing away
his thoughts, and sinking his fangs into her throat. There was nothing quite like the blood of a Slayer, and this one
was even sweeter. Her hands pushed
feebly against his chest, and though she didn’t remember who she was, she was
still the Slayer and her blood was like ambrosia. As a sense of possessiveness coursed through him he jerked her
body a little closer molding her body against his as he drank her life’s blood,
she belonged to him.

Giles kicked Ethan in
the stomach one more time. Once they
had been friends that had been a long time ago.

“Now, tell me how to
stop the spell.” Giles asked, his usual
reserved librarian demeanor set aside, at the moment he was protecting the
lives of hundreds of innocents.

Ethan glanced up
seeing not Giles, but the Ripper standing above him, and knew that if he needed
to Giles would kill him to save the lives of others. “Janus,” Ethan spat out blood splattering the floor beneath him
“Break its statue.”

Glancing over to the
white bust sitting on a pedestal he moved toward it lifting it up above his
head and sent it crashing to the floor, an eerie green mist encircled the
shattered remains for a second then disappeared. There was still Ethan to deal
with and Giles turned to deal with his old friend only to find he was
alone.

Buffy came to
suddenly, and found herself in a living nightmare. She was being pressed back against something and a vampire was
feeding at her throat. The past few
hours came back in pieces Angel her running away from him, then Spike. Oh God it was Spike pressed against her. She was weak, she tried to remember how long
he had been feeding from her, but she couldn’t. Summoning up the last of her strength she shoved him away and he
stumbled back unprepared.

Spike gazed into the
Slayer’s shocked eyes she was weak that little burst was about all she could
manage, and it had only worked because he had been revealing in his feast. He couldn’t stop the satisfied smirk, she
may not be in fighting form, but at least she knew who was ending her short
life. He licked his lips moving forward
stalking her watching as she stumbled along trying to get away.

Buffy could only stare
at Spike, she had known after back to school night that he might be the one to
take her life, but in reality she never really thought it would be so
soon. The desire to live forced her
body into motion and with each step she felt herself grow weaker. Using the crates around her to propel her
forward managed to move a few feet forward only to collapse barely catching
herself. A booted foot nudged her over
and she stared up into yellow eyes as he lowered himself astride her body. Instinct made her strike out her fist moving
toward his face and he caught it a chuckle escaping his lips.

“Weak as a newborn
kitten.” His voice purred as he slid
his body down along her body. “My
Slayer.” He whispered leaning down his
lips moving toward hers. Turning her
head away quickly she heard his chuckle and his tongue moved over the wound he
left on her neck. She pushed at
shoulders trying to push him away, but it was no use.

“I don’t want to
die.” Buffy whispered more to herself
than to Spike but he heard it all the same as his tongue twirled over the wound
playing with her, as she lay there dying.
Raising his gaze he stared into her green eyes, and he couldn’t look
away.

“I thought you weren’t
the begging kind.” He whispered softly
as her eyes fluttered closed.

“I wasn’t begging.” Buffy sighed feeling herself slipping away
into darkness.

Spike started down at
the beauty before him her hair a halo around her face. A face, which as he watched slowly lost its
light as the life, slipped from her body.
Leaning down he brushed her lips with his lightly. In that moment he
made a decision and bit down on the inside of his cheek forcing his own blood
into his mouth and parted her lips stealing a kiss. Her eyes fluttered open and for that moment they connected as his
blood spilled into her mouth, her body swallowing in automatic reaction.

“Your mine.” He whispered as her eyes fluttered closed
and the life slipped from her body. He
lay there for a few moments and then rose picking her up once again cradling
her body against his own. He had done
something he never thought he would do he made himself a childe. A childe who had once been a Slayer, there
was no record of a Slayer ever being turned.
Well now there was one, and she belonged to him.