Nocturnal Bravura
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32
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A Time To Kill
O.k. I got e-mail feedback advising me to stop dragging out this story. I was told I have lost many readers :-( Unfortunately I have not even begun to scratch the surface of this story and I know I am already on chapter 23. So I apologize this is going to be soooooo long. But I have decided to separate it into Four different books. (Yes I said four) With the exception of the first book they will be about 13 chapters a piece. Again I am sorry if it seems that I dragging this out but each chapter is essential to the plot line I do however promise in the end everything will get tied up into a neat little bow. So this is me begging you to stay with me!
Thanks for all the reviews and encouragement!
Author’s Note: Special Thanks to Tahmoe. Who helped me with the sex
scene in this chapter and is happily putting up with my madness. You are the best!
A Time To Kill
Their bodies clung to each other in the darkness, frantic and desperate. They kissed and devoured each other. They knew they did not have much time.
They made love with passion and fire.
They made love trying to make it last for as long as they could.
Spike covered her face in kisses as tears fell from his eyes.
She whispered, "I love you" with each thrust upward as he filled her.
Spike held her shoulders, pounding into her as if he was trying to lose himself inside her.
"More!" She begged.
Spike kissed her lips, feeling her quake beneath him.
"Cum for me Luv." He whispered.
She let out a scream.
Spike felt her walls tighten then release a flood of wetness around him.
No longer able to control his need, Spike spent himself inside of her.
He watched as Buffy's face shifted. Her demon demanding it's own satisfaction.
She flipped him onto his back and resettled him within her.
She lunged down and bit into his neck drawing out his blood. She raised her head, bowing back in ecstasy and licking her lips, gathering the remainder of her mate's blood into her mouth.
She smiled wickedly at him and growled.
"Mine."
Spike began to move his hips causing her to whimper, wanting to ride out her last moments of release.
"Yours." He whispered.
He felt his own demon rip through him. Wanting his right, his face shifted as he grabbed her by the hair, pulling her neck down onto his mouth. He bit down as she grunted.
Taking two long gulps then licking her wound, he continued to pound himself into her.
He looked at her and growled in the same manner she had.
"Mine." He said.
She felt another orgasm overtake her.
Before she became lost. She licked his wound clean and whispered in his ear.
"Yours, yours forever."
Her face shifted back into her human visage. Her doe eyes filled with tears.
"I love you." She said softly before she went limp on top of him.
Spike held her tight trying not to cry.
He knew when she awoke there might be pain, there would definitely be confusion. She would definitely be loss again...
His closed his eyes.
"If I had been there when it happened, if I was faster.... If my father hadn't done this to all of us...."
Rage and guilt filled his mind.
It was an old rage. The same rage that consumed him the night it happened.
He wrapped his arms around Buffy again, holding onto her the way he should have that night.
He should have never left her room that night. He should have stayed with her. He should have fell asleep with her tiny body laying on top of him pressed against him as he had so many nights before.
But he didn't.
He went out looking for something to kill. Trying to fight the demons in his mind by destroying the ones in front of him....
Flashback
__________________________________________________________________
Spike spun around hitting his victim across the face. He always asked the same question to all of them.
"How long have you been here!"? Spike screamed.
The vampire shuttered in fear.
"Grew up here." It whispered.
Swiftly he lowered the stake into its chest and watched the vampire evaporate before his very eyes.
"Well Bully for you!" He said dusting off his trench coat.
It irritated Spike.
The vampire and demon activity had decreased significantly in the last month and a half. Apparently it has spread in the demon community that the new Slayer was male and efficient. Gone were the days when Spike would go on patrol and be met with some new fledgling trying to make a name for themselves. In fact they hid in fear of the wrath of the world's newest Slayer.
Spike was hunting like he did so many nights before. Hunting for the thing that took his mother.
He closed his eyes. He could see her. Holding him as a child. Clapping when he finished his latest song no matter how bad or loud it might have been. Even walking through his front door caused him unspeakable pain. Every time he did he expected to hear her call out to him or for her to be standing there covered in paint from her latest project.
But she never did the house was always quiet. Every time his father would walk in the room instead of her, Spike would become enraged.
“Why?” He thought somberly.
He was The Slayer. The One destined to rid the world of evil. How could he save the world when he could not even save his own mother?
He thought of Lizzie sleeping peacefully in her bed. He envied her. She looked like an angel. He only felt peace when he was holding her. Sometimes though the pain would start gnawing away at him. Then came the anger. He thought of waking her when it happened tonight. Talking to her, making love to her allowing her to soothe him with her touch. But he didn‘t. He was already too angry. Spike never wanted Lizzie to see him that way. So much was going on for her as well. He always felt the need to protect her even if it was for himself.
He slipped out quietly not wanting to wake her.
“I love you for eternity Lizzie.” He whispered as he kissed her on her forehead, then slipped out into the night.
Spike needed to kill. He needed to relieve the ache inside his heart.
His thoughts raced around his head causing him to shake.
"If I had been there when it happened, if I was faster.... If my father hadn't done this to all of us...."
Spike let out a loud growl.
He felt a tingling up his neck.
Spike smiled evilly.
Another victim....
Spike walked slowly toward a fresh grave. He saw the dirt begin to shift. He stood there waiting, licking his lips in anticipation.
A hand reached out.
Not wanting to wait, Spike pulled the creature out with all his might. With a roar, he plunged the stake through it's heart.
He laughed wickedly.
Another tingling sensation arose. Spinning around, he watched as another grave seemed to rumble.
Spike smiled.
"Look's like I am having a good day." He said stalking over to the grave.
He disposed of the last vampire.
He felt the sensation up his neck again.
Spike gripped his stake and turned around slowly.
He saw her there almost like she was floating.
His mind filled with a haze.
"You have been looking for me." She said.
Spike tried to shake himself out of his haze. But he couldn't.
"I feel your anger it's intoxicating." She said in a soft voice.
Spike closed his eyes.
"It was you...." Spike whispered.
He had heard about this. A thrall. He tried to remember his father's lesson on how to overcome it but he could not. His anger for the man clouded his memory. The answer was at his very fingertips but his mind felt like he had walked into a thick cloud.
“This does not make sense. They have to look you in the eye. Da, said they have to look you in the eye.” Spike thought.
His stake shook in his hand.
"Put that away." He heard in his head.
He tried to call on all his slayer strength. Trying to pull his stake up to try to kill the predator in front of him. Instead he felt as if his hand tucked his weapon into his back pocket.
"No, fight." Spike's mind screamed.
Nothing helped, his arms hung limply at his sides. He watched as the women approached him and put her arms around him.
She smiled drawing closer to him.
"Run!" His mind screamed.
The woman tipped his head to the side. He felt her cold lips press against his neck. He could hear his blood pulse under his skin.
She raised her head and whispered into his ear.
"Don't worry Slayer. It will only hurt for a moment...."
Spike tried to raise his hands in protest. He tried to push her away. But he couldn't and felt the pinprick sensations against his neck. A single thought screamed in his head.
"Lizzie..."
Lizzie snapped awake that night. Wide-awake. Fear crept through her in a way she never felt before. She felt as if her very being was being torn in half.
Her whole body began to shake as she whispered.
"Spike..."
Thanks for all the reviews and encouragement!
Author’s Note: Special Thanks to Tahmoe. Who helped me with the sex
scene in this chapter and is happily putting up with my madness. You are the best!
A Time To Kill
Their bodies clung to each other in the darkness, frantic and desperate. They kissed and devoured each other. They knew they did not have much time.
They made love with passion and fire.
They made love trying to make it last for as long as they could.
Spike covered her face in kisses as tears fell from his eyes.
She whispered, "I love you" with each thrust upward as he filled her.
Spike held her shoulders, pounding into her as if he was trying to lose himself inside her.
"More!" She begged.
Spike kissed her lips, feeling her quake beneath him.
"Cum for me Luv." He whispered.
She let out a scream.
Spike felt her walls tighten then release a flood of wetness around him.
No longer able to control his need, Spike spent himself inside of her.
He watched as Buffy's face shifted. Her demon demanding it's own satisfaction.
She flipped him onto his back and resettled him within her.
She lunged down and bit into his neck drawing out his blood. She raised her head, bowing back in ecstasy and licking her lips, gathering the remainder of her mate's blood into her mouth.
She smiled wickedly at him and growled.
"Mine."
Spike began to move his hips causing her to whimper, wanting to ride out her last moments of release.
"Yours." He whispered.
He felt his own demon rip through him. Wanting his right, his face shifted as he grabbed her by the hair, pulling her neck down onto his mouth. He bit down as she grunted.
Taking two long gulps then licking her wound, he continued to pound himself into her.
He looked at her and growled in the same manner she had.
"Mine." He said.
She felt another orgasm overtake her.
Before she became lost. She licked his wound clean and whispered in his ear.
"Yours, yours forever."
Her face shifted back into her human visage. Her doe eyes filled with tears.
"I love you." She said softly before she went limp on top of him.
Spike held her tight trying not to cry.
He knew when she awoke there might be pain, there would definitely be confusion. She would definitely be loss again...
His closed his eyes.
"If I had been there when it happened, if I was faster.... If my father hadn't done this to all of us...."
Rage and guilt filled his mind.
It was an old rage. The same rage that consumed him the night it happened.
He wrapped his arms around Buffy again, holding onto her the way he should have that night.
He should have never left her room that night. He should have stayed with her. He should have fell asleep with her tiny body laying on top of him pressed against him as he had so many nights before.
But he didn't.
He went out looking for something to kill. Trying to fight the demons in his mind by destroying the ones in front of him....
Flashback
__________________________________________________________________
Spike spun around hitting his victim across the face. He always asked the same question to all of them.
"How long have you been here!"? Spike screamed.
The vampire shuttered in fear.
"Grew up here." It whispered.
Swiftly he lowered the stake into its chest and watched the vampire evaporate before his very eyes.
"Well Bully for you!" He said dusting off his trench coat.
It irritated Spike.
The vampire and demon activity had decreased significantly in the last month and a half. Apparently it has spread in the demon community that the new Slayer was male and efficient. Gone were the days when Spike would go on patrol and be met with some new fledgling trying to make a name for themselves. In fact they hid in fear of the wrath of the world's newest Slayer.
Spike was hunting like he did so many nights before. Hunting for the thing that took his mother.
He closed his eyes. He could see her. Holding him as a child. Clapping when he finished his latest song no matter how bad or loud it might have been. Even walking through his front door caused him unspeakable pain. Every time he did he expected to hear her call out to him or for her to be standing there covered in paint from her latest project.
But she never did the house was always quiet. Every time his father would walk in the room instead of her, Spike would become enraged.
“Why?” He thought somberly.
He was The Slayer. The One destined to rid the world of evil. How could he save the world when he could not even save his own mother?
He thought of Lizzie sleeping peacefully in her bed. He envied her. She looked like an angel. He only felt peace when he was holding her. Sometimes though the pain would start gnawing away at him. Then came the anger. He thought of waking her when it happened tonight. Talking to her, making love to her allowing her to soothe him with her touch. But he didn‘t. He was already too angry. Spike never wanted Lizzie to see him that way. So much was going on for her as well. He always felt the need to protect her even if it was for himself.
He slipped out quietly not wanting to wake her.
“I love you for eternity Lizzie.” He whispered as he kissed her on her forehead, then slipped out into the night.
Spike needed to kill. He needed to relieve the ache inside his heart.
His thoughts raced around his head causing him to shake.
"If I had been there when it happened, if I was faster.... If my father hadn't done this to all of us...."
Spike let out a loud growl.
He felt a tingling up his neck.
Spike smiled evilly.
Another victim....
Spike walked slowly toward a fresh grave. He saw the dirt begin to shift. He stood there waiting, licking his lips in anticipation.
A hand reached out.
Not wanting to wait, Spike pulled the creature out with all his might. With a roar, he plunged the stake through it's heart.
He laughed wickedly.
Another tingling sensation arose. Spinning around, he watched as another grave seemed to rumble.
Spike smiled.
"Look's like I am having a good day." He said stalking over to the grave.
He disposed of the last vampire.
He felt the sensation up his neck again.
Spike gripped his stake and turned around slowly.
He saw her there almost like she was floating.
His mind filled with a haze.
"You have been looking for me." She said.
Spike tried to shake himself out of his haze. But he couldn't.
"I feel your anger it's intoxicating." She said in a soft voice.
Spike closed his eyes.
"It was you...." Spike whispered.
He had heard about this. A thrall. He tried to remember his father's lesson on how to overcome it but he could not. His anger for the man clouded his memory. The answer was at his very fingertips but his mind felt like he had walked into a thick cloud.
“This does not make sense. They have to look you in the eye. Da, said they have to look you in the eye.” Spike thought.
His stake shook in his hand.
"Put that away." He heard in his head.
He tried to call on all his slayer strength. Trying to pull his stake up to try to kill the predator in front of him. Instead he felt as if his hand tucked his weapon into his back pocket.
"No, fight." Spike's mind screamed.
Nothing helped, his arms hung limply at his sides. He watched as the women approached him and put her arms around him.
She smiled drawing closer to him.
"Run!" His mind screamed.
The woman tipped his head to the side. He felt her cold lips press against his neck. He could hear his blood pulse under his skin.
She raised her head and whispered into his ear.
"Don't worry Slayer. It will only hurt for a moment...."
Spike tried to raise his hands in protest. He tried to push her away. But he couldn't and felt the pinprick sensations against his neck. A single thought screamed in his head.
"Lizzie..."
Lizzie snapped awake that night. Wide-awake. Fear crept through her in a way she never felt before. She felt as if her very being was being torn in half.
Her whole body began to shake as she whispered.
"Spike..."