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Blood and Fire	By : addielogan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 8173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Buffy
woke up disoriented, experiencing a sensation she wasn't familiar with.
Something was coursing through her, like lust but different�stronger. It was
intense and intoxicating, making her whole body hum.
And then she knew. What she was
feeling became blindingly clear to her, and she jumped from the bed, running to
the bathroom with her hand over her mouth. She made it to the toilet just in
time, emptying the meager contents of her stomach into the basin.
She
wiped her mouth before flushing, then leaned back
against the cool bathroom wall. Her stomach was still rebelling, though now she
had nothing left in her system to purge. She kept her head down, purposely
avoiding the mirror. She couldn't stand the thought of having to look at her
own reflection.
She'd
forgotten again. The vampire had touched her�wooed her�until she'd again
forgotten he was a monster. Buffy pulled her knees to her chin, shame flooding
her. She'd always fought to be strong, but now, she saw she was weak. She
didn't even have the strength to resist the caress of a cold-blooded killer.
He'd
fed again. Somehow, she'd let herself ignore that that was more than a
possibility, spending the afternoon in his arms without thinking even once
about how soon he would take another life�or lifting a finger to stop him.
Tears
rolled down her cheeks as she hugged her knees tighter. She'd sat back and
allowed him to kill again and then�to make it even worse�she'd experienced the
kill right along with him. She'd felt what he felt as he fed off of his most
recent victim, felt how he'd enjoyed
it. Knowing those feelings came from an outside source didn't serve to quell
Buffy's horror or shame. He'd killed and he'd liked it�and now she knew how
that felt.
"Buffy?
Kitten, what's wrong?"
Buffy
didn't look up when Spike came back to the motel room and stopped in the doorway
of the bathroom. She couldn't look into his eyes. They were always so full of
emotion�so human�that they made it
hard for her to remember she was looking at a monster.
Spike
came into the bathroom, kneeling beside her. "I felt you through the
claim. You're upset."
Buffy
kept her eyes trained on the linoleum floor. "Get away from me."
Spike
sighed. "So it's back to this then, is it? Come on, luv. You and I both
know you never get very far with this." He reached out to stroke her hair.
Buffy
jerked back, scrambling to get away from him. "Don't touch me! You've
still got his blood on you!"
"You
know where I was then," Spike said, figuring out the reason for Buffy's
behavior now. "I've got to feed, Buffy. Besides, it wasn't like it was
anyone special�just the motel clerk."
Buffy
looked up then, flinching as she saw his face. He was so
handsome, but she had to make herself remember that it wasn't real�just the
disguise of a man who had been dead for over a century. This face she saw now
wasn't the same as the last face the motel clerk had seen before he'd died.
"That doesn't matter! He was a person! He�he could've had a family, people
who loved him. Did you even think about that?"
"What
does it matter? Do you think a lion wonders if a gazelle has a family before he
has it for dinner? It's the sodding food chain, Buffy�and I'm higher up than he
was."
"It's
not the same!" Buffy replied. "This isn't the Discover Channel.
You're murdering people! It's
wrong!"
"I'm
a vampire! I kill, I feed. It's what I do. You bloody well get used to
it."
Buffy
rose to her feet. "No. I could never get
used to that. I won't�I won't live with a killer." She tried to leave
the bathroom, but Spike grabbed her, pinning her against the wall.
"You
don't have a choice," he told her, his voice low. "You're my mate�mine. You don't have any say in how your
life is run from now on. I've been more lenient than I should've been already,
but that can change real quick. You know that free
will you're so fond of? I could take that away in an instant, force you to be
my willing slave all the time. You want that?"
"No,"
Buffy said, her head turned to the side.
Spike
shook her, hitting her back against the wall. "Look at me when you say
it."
Buffy
brought her face around to meet his, her eyes narrowed even as tears glistened
in them. "No."
"Then
you get yourself dressed right now so we can get out of here. Anymore backtalk
from you, and your free will is gone�got it?"
"Yes."
Spike
let go of Buffy's arms and she slumped back down to the floor. "Don't
dawdle. We didn't get nearly as far as I wanted to last night."
Buffy
got off the floor, going into the bedroom to find her clothes.

*** *** ***
When
Spike saw that Buffy had put that horrible pink sweatshirt back on, he knew he
should order her to take it off and leave it behind. It was an obvious act of
defiance, and he should curb those before they got any further out of hand.
However, her distress was clear through the claim, and if the sweatshirt made
her feel better, she could wear it�he'd just have to make certain that that was
where her defiant behavior ended.
Spike
picked Buffy bags up off the table, then pointed
towards the door. "Go to the car."
Buffy
gave him a glare before she started to turn around. Spike moved before she
could get very far, grabbing her arm and pulling her against him so he could
speak into her ear. "Give me that look again and I smack it right off your
face. Are we clear?"
"Crystal,"
Buffy ground out.
"Good."
Spike let go of her, pushing her forward as he did. Buffy stumbled for only a
second before regaining her poise and walking to the DeSoto.
She
waited for Spike to come unlock the car door, her arms wrapped defensively
across her chest. Her gaze traveled unbidden to the motel office, a lump
growing in her throat as she thought about what was in there. A dead body�a man
murdered by the evil thing she was
traveling with.
She
wanted to run, to keep going until she found herself back in her life again.
But she knew he'd catch her, and then he'd take away her free will for sure,
just like he said he would back in the bathroom. She was trapped, forced to
spend the rest of her life with a vampire.
Spike
came over to her side of the car first, unlocking the door and holding it open
for her as he really were her boyfriend and not her captor. She slid into the
seat, shuttering as the door slammed behind her. She didn't look at Spike as he
got into the car, staring instead at the black of the painted windshield. She
was trapped, unable to even see the outside.
"Are
you hungry?" he asked her. "I can stop somewhere for you."
"I
ate when you were asleep," Buffy replied, her eyes still facing straight
ahead.
"That
couldn't have been a real meal, pet. Will you be all right with more fast food
for now?"
Buffy
hated this the most�when he pretended to actually care. She didn't know why he
bothered, what he could possibly gain from the act. "I'm not hungry."
"You've
got to be hungry."
"I
don't want anything from you. I'd rather starve."
Spike's
only response was to start the car and tear out of the parking lot. He pulled
into a fast food restaurant across the street, ignoring Buffy's protests as he
went into the drive-thru and ordered her dinner.
Once
he had the food, Spike thrust it at her. "Eat."
"No."
"Either you eat or I make you eat�that's the only choice
you're getting."
Buffy
snatched the bag from him, not wanting Spike to take away what little bit of
herself she had left. She ate quickly, silently cursing him as she did. If she
couldn't fight against him, at least she could hate him.
Spike
didn't turn on any music this time, and Buffy found the silence to be even
worse. With no sound and no view beyond that of the car's interior, she felt
confined, trapped in a box�or a coffin.
"Where
are we?" Buffy asked suddenly, unable to stand it anymore.
"It's
none of your business," Spike replied without looking at her.
"Knowing
where I am isn't any of my business?"
"No,
it isn't."
"Where
are we going then?"
"That's
none of your business either."
"Yes
it is! I deserve to know where you're taking me!"
"The
only thing that matters for you is that you're with your mate. Anything beyond
that is inconsequential."
"No,
that isn't all that matters! I don't even want
to be with you at all. I wish I'd never met you."
Spike's
body stiffened. "The feeling's more than mutual."
"Guess
that can be the one thing we agree on," Buffy muttered, her eyes trained
again on the black painted windows.
"You
know, I don't know what your bloody problem is. I didn't kill your mum, so you
can stop blaming me for that. And it's not like you've got things so bad.
You're my mate, so I have to make sure you're taken care of."
"I
don't want you taking care of me. And my problem
is that I'm the prisoner of a vampire. That doesn't exactly fill me with warm fuzzies when I think about it."
"A
prisoner?" Spike
repeated, scoffing. "You are not a prisoner."
"What
am I then? It's not like I can leave you now."
"Not
anymore than I can leave you! We're connected now, Buffy�you to me and me to you. Even if we went our
separate ways the claim would pull us back together. We need each other
now."
"You're
the last thing I need."
"You
need me now like you need to breathe, baby. You can try fighting it all you
want, but it won't do you a damn bit of good. I'm in your system, in your blood."
"I'm
stronger than some stupid claim," Buffy protested. "I'll learn how to
fight it eventually."
Spike
laughed, earning him a glare from his mate. "Nothing's stronger than a
claim, ducks. Not even the most powerful magic in the world can break one.
Believe me, if getting out of this was an option, then
we already would've gone our separate ways. I'm not any more thrilled about the
whole thing than you are."
"You
got the better end of the deal," Buffy replied.
"Why,
because I get to spend so much time around your precious self? Hardly. You've been nothing but trouble for me since the
start, princess."
"Better
than being stuck with you. You're evil!"
"And
from my point of view, you not being
evil is as much of a problem," Spike pointed out. "An evil mate
wouldn't whine at me for feeding."
"I
am not whining! You killed a man, and that's wrong. Murder is wrong, and it's never going to something
I'm okay with."
"Well,
you're just going to have to be!" Spike yelled,
slamming one hand against the dashboard and making Buffy jump. "This isn't
a negotiable topic. I wouldn't change my feeding habits to please anyone,
especially you."
Buffy
said nothing in response, knowing this conversation was getting her nowhere she
wanted to be. She knew the only way to ensure a vampire stopped feeding was by
making it dust, and that was not something she was capable of doing when it
came to Spike. She was forced to spend the rest of her life letting people be murdered�as she
experienced it right along side the killer. It was a horror she wasn't sure she
could face.
Buffy
curled up in the passenger's seat of the oversized car, staring at the black,
empty windows.

*** *** ***
Buffy
had fallen asleep by the time they reached the next motel, and while Spike
carried her in as he had the night before, this time he merely dumped her
unceremoniously on the bed before backing away.
The
girl was doing something to him. He wouldn't dare admit it to her, but as the
effects of the claim were far from one-sided, there was nothing the claim did
to her that didn't have the reciprocal effect on him.
He
hadn't quite relished the kill tonight, not the way he normally did. He'd tried
to tell himself it was because a middle-aged, overweight motel clerk wasn't
exactly the tasty morsel say a ripe, young virgin was, but he knew in all
honesty that it wasn't just that that left the bad taste in his mouth. He'd
felt her distress over the claim and it had tugged at him, making him hurt
because she was hurting. If that happened every time he fed�
Spike
shook his head, denying where that train of thought seemed to be heading. Buffy
would get used to things eventually. She'd have to start realizing the way
things were and come to accept them. He couldn't stop feeding, and she'd come to live with that in time.
Sensing
the sun coming up over the horizon, Spike stripped off his clothes and got into
the bed.

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