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Cornpone and the bloodsuckers	By : neen Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 1458 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

Riley stood cloaked in shadows as he stared at the crumpled form of
Xander Harris. A goofy grin spread across his face as he listened to the
young mans heart beat fade. His plan was working perfectly, why risk his
own neck trying to kill Buffy when he could send Xander in his place.

Riley felt extremely proud of the fact that he had sired his first
childe when he himself was only a few days old. Riley went through a
mental checklist, ticking each item off in his head �Found a patsy to kill
the slayer, check, drained him, check, gave him my blood to turn him�� Riley
frowned; lifting his wrists he stared at the unmarked skin �Shit!� he slapped a
hand to his neck frantically searching �Shit!� In a blind panic he hauled his
shirt up, checking for signs of recent blood flow. �Shit shit shit!�

Riley�s mind raced �What should I do? What should I do?� almost
in tears the ex soldier began to bite at his wrist; he winced as his sharp
fangs missed his veins and grated painfully against the bones in his
wrist. Ignoring the sensation he began to gnaw at his wrist, like a dog
with a bone, tears of relief began to fall as blood started to flow.

Dropping to his knees beside Xander he cradled the boy�s head on his lap
as he pressed his wrist to the dying boy�s mouth in a desperate attempt to
salvage his botched attempt at turning. Xander however was too close to
death to suckle on Riley�s proffered arm. The blood simply pooled in his
mouth before it began to leak out across his cheek.

Riley began to keen in distress �I want Harmony.� Openly sobbing now he
used his free hand to grasp Xanders chin, he began to move it up and down, in
an attempt to simulate suckling. Unfortunately all this action managed to
do was cause the blood to splash out of Xanders mouth at a more rapid
pace. Disheartened Riley decided that he had failed, he let his hand drop
to Xanders throat, stroking it lightly �Please man come on, I need mommy to be
proud of me�

Xanders throat suddenly convulsed, a loud gurgling noise escaping from
him as he swallowed a mouth full of blood. Riley jumped in surprise,
pulling away from the boy and letting his head fall to the concrete with a loud
crack. Riley winced at the sound before shrugging and moving forward and
continuing to feed his new baby.

Riley waited patiently until he decided that Xander had ingested enough
blood to turn him, and anyway he was starting to feel dizzy, and he wanted to
get Xander back to Harmony�s lair before the sun rose.

Climbing unsteadily to his feet he awkwardly manhandled Xander to his
feet and propped him against a wall as he tried to work out the best way to
move him. Stepping away Riley began to pace as his mind searched for a
solution. A strange noise caught his attention and he turned in time to
see Xander sliding back down the wall, his head bouncing against the hard brick
as he went.

Riley rushed forward grabbing him before he fell any further, with a
deep sigh and a loud groan he lifted Xander up and threw him across his
shoulder, before staggering down the street once more.

Halfway home Riley was beginning to feel the strain of carrying Xanders
dead weight. With a grimace he carefully set Xander down against a wall
again, exhausted he pressed his body against Xanders, using his weight to
prevent Xander from falling like before. Casting a quick eye to his
surroundings Riley realised that they were near The Bronze, he sighed with
relief �Nearly home�

Looking down at the pale face of his new childe Riley couldn�t help but
smile once more at the cleverness of his plan. He leaned forward resting
his head on Xanders shoulder as he admired his bite mark, well bite
marks. So engrossed in admiring his handiwork Riley didn�t notice the
group of teenagers who had turned into the street.

�Ewwww man get a room� A disgusted voice cut through the night air.

Riley turned and growled at the interlopers menacingly, eliciting peals
of laughter from the group. Riley frowned lifting a hand to his face �Damn
where were his lumpies?' Riley concentrating on bringing his game
face forward, finally after several tries he felt his face shift and he leapt
towards the group. Only to find the street empty, faint laughter echoing
off the walls.

A loud crash drew his attention and he sighed as he noticed Xander
crumpled in a pile of trash. Hauling Xander into his arms once more,
Riley started to head home once again. He had only gone a few steps when
he put his foot down on a stray can and stumbled forward, Xander slipping from
his arms and crashing headfirst into the concrete once again. Idly Riley
wondered if you could get brain damage if you were already dead.

*****************

Spike walked in to Willie�s, looking quickly around; he noted the
complete lack of any of the usual customers. On the floor were several piles of
dust, and some rather disgusting smelling demon goo. Seated at a table on the
far side of the room was a very sulky, cranky looking slayer.

Willie was doing his best job of hiding behind the bar, trying not to
draw attention to himself. The diminutive blonde had already taken out a large
proportion of his customers tonight and successfully scared off the rest. Not
knowing what else to do, and really not wanting to have to try and deal with
throwing the slayer out come closing time, he had resorted to the only possible
solution his troubled brain could come up with� he had phoned Spike and
practically begged the vampire to come and save him.

In the end Willie had agreed to clear Spike�s fairly extensive tab if he
would just come and take the slayer away before she did any more harm to his
establishment.

Spike walked over to the slayer and, as she fixed him with an intense glare,
he raised his hands in the air, palms out. �Ok Luv, don�t you think it is time
to go now? Terrorised the locals enough, I�d wager.� Slowly lowering his hands
he reached for and lit a cigarette, sighing as he exhaled a large cloud of
smoke.

�How did you know I was here?� Buffy demanded.

Spike pulled a small black object from his duster pocket and dangling it
in the air between his thumb and index finger, slowly waved it in her face.

�YOU have a cell phone?� her voice, incredulous. �And how come I don�t
have one?�

�Often wondered that, myself pet. Seems like it�d be a useful tool for
you an� your bloody Scooby pals to have. Would certainly beat runnin� around
all over town like a bunch of wankers tryin� to find each other when some
emergency or another pops up. But who am I to say?� Spike lowered himself to
perch on the edge of her table, fixing her with his deep blue eyes. �So, wanna
tell me what this is all about?� he asked, inclining his head to indicate the
state of the room, it was even more debilitated than usual.

�I�m the slayer, Spike, that�s what I do�slay!� her answer was delivered
in the resigned tone of someone who has accepted their own fate, but isn�t
particularly happy about it.

�I see,� he drawled, �so, harmless folks enjoyin� a peaceful drink with
their mates down their local have suddenly moved up onto the slayers most
wanted list. That it?� He raised one eyebrow enquiringly as her took in the
dejected look on her face.

�They were� it was� damn it Spike, why should I have to justify myself
to you!�

�You don�t luv, only to yourself.�

�It was them ok!�

�Them?� His head tilted to the side, his blue eyes becoming even more
intense than normal, �not sure I followed you round that bend, pet.�

�The� the girls, vampires, from the other night� the ones in that
place.� Her voice broke, catching slightly in her throat. She lowered her face
to stare at the ground so he wouldn�t see the misery etched upon it.

�Oh, I see� well�� he was at a loss as to what to say to her. He knew
she was hurting, and he had been the one to take her there, show her how her
bloody useless wanker of a boyfriend was spending his nights. When he shoulda
been happily sleeping by her side, and thankin� all the powers that be that he
was bloody lucky enough to be there, he was instead headin� out for suckjobs at
a filthy vampire flophouse.

The slayer had obviously been drinking, there were a couple of empty
glasses sitting on the table, but he could tell that she was far from being
drunk, just feeling miserable. she had been dealt a low blow by someone who was
supposed to care about her. If he could he would rip the undeserving bastard�s
head right off his neanderthal shoulders.

Pulling out a chair, and sitting so that he was facing her, Spike gently
took her chin in his hand and forced her to look up at him. �He didn�t bloody
deserve you pet, he never did, the stupid bloody git.�

She drew a shuddering breath, �what�s wrong with me Spike, why��

�No, there is nothing wrong with you,� he denied vehemently, �nothing at
all. Don�t you go blamin� yourself for that git�s problems, you hear!�

Her eyes flooded with unshed tears, �then why do they always leave?�

�Well that�s easy luv, you have decidedly poor taste in men, s�all it
is. I mean take my Grandsire, a bigger wanker never walked the earth. Never
happy unless he�s got somethin� to be broodin� about. And Captain Cardboard,
our all American hero, so bleedin insecure he can�t handle the thought of a
woman bein� stronger an� a better fighter than him. What you need slayer is
someone who appreciates you for what you are, someone who�s not afraid of
lovin� you with everythin� they are.� He reached out and tenderly stroked her
face with one hand, staring intently into her eyes he drew an unneeded breath
before continuing, his voice losing its teasing edge, �someone who can fight by
your side and love you like you deserve.�

His eyes were so deep and so full of emotion she thought she might drown
in them, lose herself forever in the love that shone out of those gorgeous
cerulean depths. Why had she never seen before, how could she have been so
blind that she had not noticed just how gorgeous he was, and what amazingly
beautiful eyes he had.

Swallowing hard against the lump in her throat she asked, �did you have
someone in mind?�

�As a matter of fact�� Spike leaned in; slowly inching closer and closer
until he could taste her breath, her lips but a whisper away. Steeling himself
for her rejection he closed the remaining distance, brushing her lips lightly,
sparks of longing shooting through his body at the gentle touch. Unconsciously
Buffy moistened her lips, the tip of her tongue ghosting across Spike's lips as
she did so. Spike allowed his mouth to open slightly as Buffy moved her body
closer and tentatively thrust her tongue forward once more, gently caressing
the roof of his mouth, before meeting his in a slow sensual dance.

Spike slid from the chair to rest on his knees in front of her, arms
sliding around her waist pulling her pliable body closer to him, soft moans of
need escaping them both as the kiss deepened.

A not so discreet cough from the direction of the bar interrupted their exploration,
bringing them back to the reality of their situation. Spike grimaced as he
realised he was kneeling on Willie�s not overly hygienic floor. He glanced in
fear at the slayer, terrified he would see revulsion on her face as she became
aware of what they had just been doing. Instead all he saw was confusion,
mingled with a raw primal hunger.

�Ah, slayer, shall we?� Spike nodded toward the door.

�Yeah, lets.� Buffy agreed, breathlessly, unable to drag her eyes away
from the vampire�s gorgeous mouth, oh how she wanted more of those delicious
lips.

As they made their way out into the street Willie breathed a huge sigh
of relief, if it wasn�t bad enough having a cranky slayer come in and kill half
his customers, he then had to deal with removing a highly explosive master
vampire and the slayer before they did something he was pretty sure they would
never forgive him for seeing.

Outside, Spike�s eyes widened in amazement as Buffy slid an arm around
his waist, cuddling into him as they walked silently down the street. Coming to
a decision he stopped, turning to face her, he looked into her earnest little
face as he spoke quietly and from the heart, his voice thick with emotion,
�Buffy, luv, I want you to know, s�not a game pet. I�m not playin� with you, or
trying to mess with your feelings or anything. I love you, I�well there�s
nothing I wouldn�t do for you luv! I� I just wanted you to know that pet.� His
hand shaking, he reached out to stroke her hair back off her face, tucking it
gently behind her ear.

Unneeded breath caught in his throat as Buffy reached out and gently
cupped his face, her thumb running along the sharp line of his jaw, moving
closer she reached up to place a soft kiss on his lips, reluctantly drawing
away before the kiss had a chance to deepen.

�Giles gave me a key to his place, we could um� well� he is away for the
night, we could� be alone.� She ducked her head shyly; worried that he might
think she was some kind of a skanky ho.

Drawing her warm body close to his, he ran his fingers gently through
her hair, pressing her face against his chest, his eyes fluttered closed as he
marvelled that she wanted to be here, in his arms. �I would love that Buffy,
you have no idea how much. But are you sure pet, I don�t want you to do
anything you might regret later, I never want there to be any regrets with us.�
His love and concern for her clearly evident in his voice as he spoke. He
nuzzled into her hair, breathing in the delicious aroma of Buffy, while he
waited in agony for her answer.

Snuggling closer to him she rubbed her cheek against his chest,
thrilling in the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her, his tender
caresses and the chill inducing sensation of him nuzzling and breathing into
her hair. She slowly raised her eyes to meet his adoring blue ones, �I�m sure
Spike. No regrets, promise!� She flashed him a million watt smile that made his
heart swell along with other parts of his body. Playfully she poked him in the
ribs, �come on, vampire, unless you�d sooner just stand here all night?�

Laughing, Spike pulled her to him for a quick kiss, �lead the way then,
luv.�

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Riley could feel the relief course through him as he finally made his
way into the cemetery that housed Harmony�s lair. As eager as he had been
to show his beloved sire his new toy Riley had accidentally gone to the wrong
cemetery, twice. Struggling to open the door to the crypt Harmony had
commandeered, Riley accidentally knocked Xanders head against the doorjamb,
pausing for a moment he merely shrugged deciding that one more hit couldn�t
make that much more damage.

Staggering towards the bed he dropped the lifeless body onto the smooth
pink satin sheets, smiling eagerly he awaited his sire�s praise.

�What is this?� Reaching out Harmony prodded the corpse with one
perfectly manicured finger, pushing it onto it�s back, where she was awarded a
view of Xander Harris� face and the multiple sets of bite marks adorning his
neck.

�He�s mine�I made him!� Riley�s face was filled with fervent enthusiasm,
she would be so proud of him�he knew it!

�You made� you turned this?� she shrilled, �how could you, why�
eew, get this filthy thing out of my home�NOW! Oh my God, what is that
he is wearing? And what is that smell?� Harmony backed away, almost in
tears that her perfect pink sheets would now have to be thrown out. �Get
rid of it! �

Riley�s face dropped, �but I made him, I did it! I thought you�d be
proud of me.� His voice took on a sulky tone and his shoulders drooped.
His defeated attitude combined with his pout, tearing eyes and the
quivering bottom lip were enough to make Harmony reconsider how harsh she had
just been with her childe.

�Oh fine, you can keep him, but could you please put some decent
clothes on him.!�

*****************

Arriving at the watcher�s home, Buffy opened the door, Spike reaching
out with his senses to ensure that Giles was indeed away for the night. As the
door closed behind him Spike suddenly found himself pinned hard against the
front door. Strong, warm, soft slayer body pressed tight against him, as her
hungry lips found his he lost himself to the sensation, a deep, desperate moan
of need escaping his lips to be captured by her mouth.

As Buffy rubbed herself against his now screamingly obvious errection,
the last shred of control left him, �bedroom, now� he hissed. Launching his own
attack her scooped his assailant up into his arms and carried her up the stairs,
kissing and nibbling eagerly at her mouth along the way, her moans and sighs of
pleasure filling him increasingly with love and longing.

Reaching the bedroom he growled playfully and threw her, giggling, onto
the bed. Spike launched himself to land next to her, before reaching out with
one arm and scooping her close against his body. Their playful grappling
continued for a while, alternately kissing and tickling, hands exploring as
they teasingly fought for control. By the time Buffy had her foe pinned beneath
her, straddling his thighs, his wrists clamped tightly in one strong little
hand, holding his arms above his head as she used the other, enthusiastically,
to run across his body. Wrenching his t-shirt out from the waist of his jeans
she gained access to the smooth, hard, rippling planes of his belly, his hiss
of indrawn breath encouraging her in her explorations as she gently circled,
tracing each line teasingly with fingertips and nails.

Leaning down she captured his hungry mouth, gently at first, lips
brushing, her tongue reaching out to run slowly along his deliciously soft,
full lower lip. As his lips parted in an agonised moan of desire she delved
deeper, tongues entwining, caressing, dancing slowly to a timeless tune. She
released his hands and slid down to lay along his body, his hands instantly
moving down to lay claim to her body, stroking and teasing her as she had done
only moments before to him. His agile hands quickly divested her of her
blouse. Sliding one hand behind her back he made short work of her bra
clasp, while the other continued its downwards explorations over the firm curve
of her ass.

They continued to disrobe each other, unhurriedly, as they kissed and
stroked each newly revealed expanse of skin, worshiping as they went, with both
touch and words, until both lay naked in each others arms. Spike flipped them
over, her legs parting to allow him to settle comfortably between them, his
aching errection gently brushing her warm, moist entrance. He captured her eyes
with his, all sign of playfulness gone from their smouldering blue depths, his
voice thick with lust as he poured all his love and need into one questioning
word, �Buffy?�

Her voice deserted her as emotion swelled, threatening to overcome her,
the sight of his beautiful face, so completely open to her, his feelings
clearly written for her to see. She reached up with one hand to gently cup his
face, stroking it softly while gazing into his eyes, she tried to convey to him
the depth of feeling he was invoking in her. Hooking her leg behind him and
gently pulling him closer to her body, she answered his question the only way
she could, and as he sank slowly into her they both cried out softly as the
sensation all but overwhelmed them.

Spike woke the next morning, warm and languid. Slowly coming to his
senses he realised his body was covered in exquisitely warm slayer, draping
over him where they had finally collapsed only hours before. His hands began a
slow sensuous dance across her, delighting in her bodies response to his
ministrations he stepped the pace up a little, one hand gently stroking then
tweaking one pebbled nipple, the other dipping down between firm cheeks
unerringly seeking her delightful source of moist warmth, gently dipping one
finger into her entrance while another lightly massaged her clit.

Buffy�s body surged as she woke with a gasp, eyes wide. She had been
having an incredible dream, Spikes skilful hands had been tracing across her
body, bringing an intense pleasure only he had ever shown her. The dream now
melted swiftly into reality. Arching into his hand, pressing him deeper into
her, Buffy lifted her head seeking his mouth, her lips aching for his.

As their need intensified Spike replaced his fingers with his desperate
cock and as she sank down on him, guiding him deep into her blazing heat he
sobbed her name. Her lips finding his in gentle kisses reassuring kisses, he
gave himself over to the delight he had not allowed himself to believe would
ever be his to know. Her orgasm screamed through her body, her strong internal
muscles clamping down on him, destroying his last remaining shred of control.
As he thrust up hard once more to meet her their world fell out from beneath
them, arms flailing as they found themselves plummeting sideways toward the
floor. They landed with a thud, and were quickly engulfed as the bedding
followed them, leaving the pair a tangled mess of limbs and sheets thrashing
inelegantly on the floor.

�Bloody hell!� Spikes outrage was followed rapidly by a snort of amusement.
�Shit, slayer, I think we killed the bed.�

Buffy couldn�t contain the giggles that erupted, tears of laughter
pouring down her face until she realised what this meant. Her laughter died and
her eyes widened in horror, �Oh no! Spike, it�s Giles� bed. What are we gonna
do?�

Untangling himself from the sheets and pillows strewn across the floor
the vampire gathered her in his arms. �S�ok luv. We can fix this. Come on pet,
give me a hand.� He pulled her to her feet and they quickly cleared away the
linen, giving themselves room to work. He directed her to lift the bed and as
she did so he carefully replaced the turned timber leg, fitting it in such a
way that without close scrutiny the break was not visible. Gently lowering the
weight back down, they watched as it wobbled fractionally then held. Breathing
a sigh of relief they looked at each other and then burst once more into a fit
of laughter.

The sun would rise in an hour so they quickly dressed and Buffy located
the linen closet, taking out clean sheets they carefully remade the bed, taking
care not to bump or jolt it as it balanced precariously on its wounded leg.
Taking the soiled bedclothes and placing them in the machine to wash, Buffy
made a mental note to come back later that day and dry them and put them away
in the closet.

With a last quick check over to assure themselves the place was,
apart from the bed, as they had found it, they made their way out onto the
rapidly lightening street. Spike walked Buffy home to her mother�s house and
kissing her goodnight, with a promise to see each other that night, he headed
out for his crypt, racing the sunrise home.
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