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Hell Is In the
Details � Chapter 18 � Call to Judgment

Buffy knew she wasn�t being fair to anyone by refusing to go
upstairs and explain. Lorne knew she was upset� hell, she was sure people heard
her yelling in the next county� but Spike? He�d heard every word of her side of
the �conversation� and she wouldn�t put it past him to have heard some of
Giles� as well. Damned vampire hearing.

She could feel
Spike�srgy rgy vibrating throughout her body; the little niggle
at the base of her neck and the slight cramp in pit of her stomach � the frequency
uniquely attuned to him as opposed to
the garden variety vampire that let her know he was nearby.

Calm down, damnit! God, she so needed to kilmethmething right now
� take the edge off. Maybe go for a run� but not before going upstairs. Buffy collapsed
into the recliner in Lorne�s office � grateful to be alone with her thoughts.

The rest of the conversation with her ex-Watcher was
uneventful, in that there were no more raised voices or derogatory remarks. After
faxing him a copy of the talisman, Buffy filled him in on the events of the
past week, from feeling �off� in Angel�s presence, to Lorne�s little surprise,
to finding out the level of Angel�s deception and treachery � ending with the
cryptic dream, starring Anya, of all people.

As convoluas ias it all was � even she could see the
connections shimmering like a spider�s web� Anya,
with whom Spike had sought comfort in after she,
herself had cut him loose that last time. Who had sought comfort in Spike after
being left at the altar. Anya,
who once pulled her aside after a particularly bitchy Scooby meeting and told
her to fuck him until she was raw and stop pussyfooting around � that vampirefracfractory abilities were not something to be denied, and she so needed many
orgasms to soften her disposition.

Buffy smiled softly to herself. Anya
had really cared foem aem all in her own blunt way. She was the one who spotted
Spike�s shiny new soul, when everyone else was oblivious. Anya
actually looked at people and spoke her heart, much like Spi and and had been
castigated for it � much like Spike.

Death holds no dominion � something that should have been
embroidered on a t-shirt and handed out at every Scooby meeting. Was Anya really back from the beyond, or just in her dream? Did
it actually matter? The talisman was the first time something had manifested
itself after a dream � usually it was just all cryptic and vague.

�Yeah, I�ve heard of �em. An ancient court to settle
grievances.� He gasped, as realization struck. �Bloody
hell. That explains the itchy feeling I get with the talisman. Don�t
tell me they�re convening the Tribunal on my account?�

�Oooh, that would explain why Anya was
in my dream. Someone must have made a wish for vengeance�� Buffy paused; trying
to remember who the idiot was that might have voiced a wish out loud. ~Shit � raise hand; smack self about the head
repeatedly. Idiot present and accounted for, Sir!~ Um, guys? I�m pretty sure I
figured out two things. One, Anya is more than likely
alive and working as a vengeance demon again on some plane of existence, and
two? I think I made the wish.�

The sound of Giles cleaning his glasses could be heard
distinctly through the speaker.

�Buffy, haven�t you learned by now that wishing brings
nothing but trouble? Could you possibly recall what you wished for? It would go
far in explaining what we�re to expect in the very near future, if my informant
is correct.�

She closed her eyes tightly, trying to remember her exact
words as she left Angel�s office yesterday. �I think I said something to the
effect of �I wish Angel would understand just how wrong what he did to Spike
was.� I mean, he was so nasty as I was leaving �
telling me I�d ruined his life. He just didn�t understand why everyone was so
upset at what he�d done.�

�Are you sure, dear, that you didn�t mention anyone else in
your wish � that it was specifically aimed at Angel�s actions towards Spike?�

�Positive, Giles. I was sorta
focused girl at the time.�

�Oh dear.�

�Oh balls.� Spike dropped his head into his hands, knowing
for certain that his unlife was about to get dragged
into the issue. �Watcher, you mind tellin� me what�s
got your knickers in a twist over the Slayer�s choice of words?�

�I�ve spoken with Wesley Windham-Pryce. He�d apparently left
Wolfram & Hart temporarily over this whole issue, and was quite willing to help
with the research. Angel�s aped bed before the Tribunal before� as someone�s
Champion. He�d inadvertently murdered the original choice, and ended up taking
their place � winning his battle. The rub here is the Tribunal�s definition of
justice is not as ours. There is usually a physical battle, and the survivor is
deemed the winner. It seems as if the Tribunal is rather arbitrary in meting
out justice. Life or death of an individual doesn't exactly matter � just that
there is a victor.�

Lorne was agitated. �Are you telling me that Spike is going
to be forced into combat against Angel? It�s signing his death warrant. Where�s
the justice in that?�

�There are other forms of �combat,�
or competition as it were. In the event that a fair battle is not possible,
their lives are taken into account. The �combatants� are judged one against the
other, and the one found wanting is usually executed on the spot.�

Buffy groaned, �What have I done?�

�S�alright, luv.� Spike reached out for her hand, entwining
their fingers. �You�ve done nothing wrong. S�bout
time the world learned that Spike�s a better vampire than Angel ever was. I�ll
be fine,� he said, silently hoping he�d best Angel for the first time in
comparison. He had the distinct feeling that Buffy would take his third death
rather personally.

Giles cleared his throat. �Look, our knowledge of the
Tribunal is metaphysical, at best. Outside of Angel�s previous experience,
which I would suggest is moot due to different circumstances,
we have no clue as to what will actually take place. What I do know for
certain, is that the talisman is linked to the person the Tribunal is called
for.�

�Which would explain why I get the tinglies when I hold the bloody thing.� Spike picked
up the metal disc, feeling the magicks� itch crawl
through his fingers. Staring at it intently, he said �This time, it�s
personal.�

At the incredulous stares from Lorne and Buffy, Spike said,
�What? Second hunk of mystical junk comes my way � this one has its jaws set
specifically for me.� The slight twinkle in his eyes gave away his awareness of
the Spielberg reference.

�So, Rupes�,� Spike continued, �can
you tell us when and where this whole judgment deal is goin�
down?�

Giles hesitated, no real facts to guide the way. �All that�s
written is from the appearance of the talisman to the rising of the Tribunal;
it�s no more than a day�s time. The minimal timing is unknown. I suggest going
for a walk outside this evening, and they will rise at their whim.�

Buffy realized her dream was the final item on the agenda.
�Giles, I�m guessing after your explanation of the Tribunal that the dream is
pretty self explanatory. The whole �canceled parade due to rain� translates
into a difficult trial for Spike� which could possibly end with his third
death.� She glanced at Spike, a soft smile gracing her lips.

�And the whole �gardening/brown thumb� bit is me worried I�m
gonna mess things all up, and again, Spike might die.
I think I�m noticing a pattern here. This thing is big scary, they don�t play
favorites, Spgetsgets judged against Angel and if he loses, they kill him.

�I don�t have a clue as to what part I play in it all, but
I�m scared to death I�m gonna fuck it all up and
Spike will die.� Buffy rubbed at her temples; the headache forming hurting her
eyes. �There has to be something I can do about this, Giles. Thanks for your help,
and if you come across anything else, please call me. You said it yourself,
time is of the essence.�

�I�ll do what I can, dear girl. Be careful.� Giles sighed,
and almost as an after thought added, �And Spike, good luck,� before breaking
the connection.

~*~

Lorne went to his own room, leaving the Slayer and the
vampire slightly shaken. Both knew Spike faced a battle for his very unlife once again� this time the skirmishes had already
been played out � it was just left for the judges tosectsect and compare: Spike
against Angel.

Buffy broke the silence first. �So, picking up from where we
left off, Spike� you need to be able to do more thannd ond on your own two
feet. You need to be able to walk. Time is closing in on us and we can�t be
caught with our pants down.�

Oh, if that eyebrow could talk. Which it could, and Buffy
tried so hard not to listen to what it was saying.

�I hate this, pet. I don�t want to hurt you. My demon needs
so much, and I�m afraid I won�t be able to stop before taking too much.�

�Look at me, Spike. I�m no longer a little girl. My strength
has increased over the years, and I�ve always been able to overpower you. Trust
me, I�ll stop you before things go too far. Do you
trust me?�

�Do I what?� The vampire was stunned. �Do I trust you? The
question should always be: do you trust me?� I�m the monster here, luv.�

Buffy looked deeply into his blue eyes, just a little bit
heartbroken that after all he�d been through, he still considered himself to be
an untrustworthy monster.

�I�ll say this once, slowly and clearly so even a retardo-vamp wouldn�t misunderstand my meaning. I trust you
Spike� with my life. Now drink,� Buffy said, holding out her wr

Spike gathered her into his arms, pulling the petite blonde
onto his lap. Raising her wrist to his lips, Spike pressed soft kisses in a
line to the crook of her elbow, where he licked the crease once, twice� before
dropping his human mask, and sliding his fangs ever so gently into the soft
skin. Wrapping her bent arm around his face, he was surrounded by her scent,
suckling gently; as close to heaven as he was ever going to get.

Smoothly retracting his fangs, Spike poked at the wounds
with his tongue, pushing and prodding to encourage a little more blood flow,
thoroughly enjoying the feel of flesh parting around his fangs and fresh from
the source blood in his mouth. Freely given Slayer blood � his mind boggled.

He knew he could give in to sensation so easily. The warmth
of her body against his, the delicate twitching of her thighs as she pressed
down against his hardening length � the delicate ball peen hammer effect of her
arousal filling his nostrils. Surely this was not the wisest of decisions
either of them could have come up with.

And then she moaned.

A low, deep throated sound that shot
straight through to his balcauscausing his grip to tighten on her arm and
around her waist. Spike bucked up against her, grinding his hardness
into her bottom with a painfully delicious friction while she rode him as she
had that first time, pushing down against him until he swore he could feel
every fold and every pulse of her clit against him. Like
going home again.

Buffy�s free hand played in the soft curls at the nape of
his neck, tugging and stroking with equal measure. She could feel the pressure
of his suckling increase as the wounds began to close, knowing that he would
refuse to bite her again to keep them open.

The bed rocked against the wall from the force of their
movements; both of them so close� Spike felt his panic rising even as they
came. Fear of looking into her eyes and seeing that god-awful hollowed out self-hatred
he�d seen far too many times rwarrwards made him nuzzle Buffy�s neck then cling
tightly to her, listening to her calming heartbeat; afraid of what he might see.

Buffy slowly recovered, basking in the afterglow of the bite
and frottage. She�d fully anticipated getting off on the bite, and was sure it
was one of the reasons Spike had been so hesitant to accept her offer. After
all, both were unsure of where they stood with each other, considering last
week Buffy thought Spike was dust, and Spike? Poor thing had been in no
condition to think of anything.

Touching her lips to his head, Buffy whispered, �Spike� you
don�t need to hide. I�m fine, and so are you. Look at me, please.�

Spike raised his head, blue eyes anxiously seeking hers for
confirmation of what he heard in her tone. His relief was palpable. �Oh, what
you do to me, delicious Slayer,� he crooned. �What you�ve gifted me with. I
could��

With that, he scooped Buffy up into his arms, and bolted
from the bed, twirling her around in a mad and joyous dance.

Buffy grinned, ruffling the ecstatic vampire�s hair so that
he resembled nothing less than a giddy five year old at six in the morning on
Christmas day. �Guess I�ve finally done something right by you, Spike. All that
lying down just was seriously giving me the wiggins.�
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