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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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For once, Buffy didn't rush to get out of
Spike's arms as soon as she woke. Instead, she stayed where she was, her head
against his chest and her leg wrapped around his. His hand was splayed against
her hip, his head turned slightly so the tip of his chin rested in her hair.
Buffy had been worried the night before when
he'd seemed so cold in the bathroom, but then when he'd joined her in the bed,
he'd gone back to warm. Figuratively speaking anyway� Part of her was insisting
that she shouldn't care so much, but she rationalized it away and argued
against her own inner voice that she only cared because things were so much
easier for her when Spike wasn't angry and violent.
It wasn't because seeing his eyes lack the
emotion she'd grown so used to made her hurt. That idea was just ridiculous.
"Mmm�mornin', kitten," Spike
rumbled against her as he turned more towards the warmth of her body.
"It's afternoon," Buffy pointed
out, looking at the clock on the bedside table across from her.
"'M a vamp. 'S mornin' t'me."
"Then what's night?"
"Afternoon."
Buffy giggled. "That's just
silly."
"Doesn't matter. Gonna shag you no
matter what time it is."
Buffy cried out in surprise as Spike
suddenly rolled them over and entered her with one smooth stroke. "Always
so wet for me, Buffy," Spike purred against her ear, starting a rhythm of
slow, lazy thrusts.
Buffy panted beneath him, her small hands
clutching his shoulders. She was relieved to find that Spike hadn't gone back
to cutting himself off from her like he had in the bathroom. Warmth was pouring
through the claim, and it made her hold on to him tighter as her words of
encouragement came out in breathy moans.
It took a little bit for what Buffy was
saying to pierce Spike's sleep-fogged brain, but when he did, his rhythm
faltered for a beat and he almost stopped completely.
"Spike�please�need you�need it like
this. Need you to hold me� Oh god Spike, I need you to love me�love me�"
She couldn't know what she was saying, the
glazed look in her eyes telling Spike that she was caught up in a wave of
desire. But for the moment he could let himself believe that she was at least
accepting of his love, and his thrusts grew harder, more desperate.
Buffy was close, her body strung tight as
Spike moved above her. Desperate for that last little push that would send her
over the edge, Buffy grabbed the back of his head and roughly pushed him down
to her neck.
Spike didn't need the invitation further
explained. His fangs sliced into her neck, and Buffy immediately clamped around
his cock, her shout of release cut short when she decided to take his neck into
her mouth, to taste his blood as he did hers.
He came hard inside of her with the first
feel of her teeth in his skin, but he didn't remove his fangs from her neck, and
she continued to drink from him as he did from her. A bright light seemed to
burst in front of him, and he tried to close his eyes to block it out only to
have it still there, surrounding him. Every wall between them came tumbling
down, the claim exposing them both to new heights as a current of pleasure
flowed between them both, extending itself until it was too much and they broke
apart.
Buffy gasped, her eyes wide. She felt
different somehow, stronger. Spike's blood was coursing through her, pounding
in her veins, and she panicked, struggling to push him off.
"Buffy?" Spike asked, blinking in
confusion.
"Just�just get off me!" Buffy
yelled. She pushed him with a strength she'd never felt before, and sent flying
off the bed.
Spike lay on the ground, a look of shock on
his face. "Wha�pet?"
"I�oh god�" Buffy snatched
the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around her before she ran out of the room
and on to the balcony. The sunlight hit her and she collapsed to the ground,
bringing her knees to her chin as she rocked back and forth.
Spike frowned in confusion as he pulled
himself off the ground. Buffy's emotions were clear through the claim, and the
overriding one was terror. He could tell it wasn't him she was afraid
of, but what it actually was, he wasn't sure. He walked over to the balcony, making
sure to stand well behind the curtain. "Buffy?"
"Leave me alone!" Buffy yelled.
"Sweetheart, tell me what's wrong?
What's got you so spooked?"
Buffy didn't respond, and Spike growled low
in frustration, He wished he could go out there and talk to her face to face, but
that wasn't possible. "Kitten? Why don't you come
back in the room and we can talk, yeah?"
"I can't. Gotta stay out here�have to
stay in case�" She trailed off and Spike frowned, her mumbled response
doing nothing to make anything clearer for him.
"Buffy, sweetheart, you need to tell me
what's going on. You're upset, I know, but I can't do anything to help you
unless you tell me what the problem is."
She said nothing, and Spike stood long
moments in silence until he lost any hold he'd had on his patience.
"Bugger this," he muttered as he stormed over to the bed and grabbed
the comforter. He put it over himself and ran outside, ignoring Buffy's yell
and the way the sun burned his hand as he snatched her up and brought her back
into the hotel room.
She fought weakly against him, but Spike
held her close as they sat on the floor beside the balcony. Finally, she gave
up and collapsed into his arms and sobbing.
"I don't want to, Spike�" she said
finally, her words hitching with her tears. "I don't�"
"You don't want to what, baby?"
Spike asked.
She looked up then, her eyes wild. "I
don't want to�to change."
Spike sucked in a breath as he realized what
the problem was. "Into a vampire you mean."
Buffy nodded. "Yeah."
Spike cupped her face in his hands and wiped
her tears off with his thumbs. "You won't, sweetheart. Don't you worry
about that."
"But�I'm stronger. I know I am,
Spike. I can feel that. And�and after what we just�what we just did, I could
feel it�your blood. It's�it's in me. And you drank mine, too, and�"
"Shh�pet, it's okay," Spike said.
"We've done that before and you're not a vampire."
Buffy shook her head. "But not like
that. That was different. You know it was, Spike."
It was, he had to give her that, but it
wasn't what she was afraid of. "Takes more than drinking each other's
blood to turn you into a vampire, kitten. You gotta be near death, and you're
not. Your heartbeat's steady and your cheeks are nice an' pink."
"But why am I stronger? When I pushed
you, you went really far, Spike. And before, when we fought that one time, I
was too strong then, too. And the healing�why am I healing
like this?" Buffy's eyes were wide and desperate, as if she were
waiting for him to hand her the answers she craved.
"I don't know," Spike said, hating
the way his response made her face fall. "The best I can figure, though,
is that it's something about the claim. I don't know a lot about vampire/human
claims, but I do know that they link the human's lifeline to that of his or her
mate, so it's possible that the claim's working to make you stronger and
quicker to heal so you'll be more suited for that."
"Oh. That�" Buffy stopped and her
eyes grew wide again. "Wait, run that back�to the part about the linking
lifelines."
Spike cleared his throat, a sinking feeling
in the pit of his stomach telling him this was not about to go well.
"You're immortal now, Buffy. Well, as immortal as I am anyway. You're not
going to get any older than this."
Spike watched as
the shock on Buffy's face switched to anger and braced himself for the punch he
saw coming. He clutched his nose as Buffy got to her feet and glared down at
him, her hands balled into tight fists. "You know, some women would be
happy to find out they weren't ever going to age," he said as he looked up
at her with annoyance.
"Yeah, well,
I'm not them," Buffy snapped. "How could you do this to me�and now
even tell me?"
"I'm
sorry!" Spike said. "I thought we already established that I hadn't
really planned on the whole claim thing, and this part, well, I just told you
now, didn't I?"
"Now wasn't
soon enough!" Buffy yelled. She stood, making sure as she did that the
sheet was still wrapped tightly around her. "I'm going on the balcony, and
if you pull me back in, I'll�punch you in the nose again!" She stormed
out, slamming the balcony door hard and cursing as it slid off the track. She
sat back down on the ground, her eyes staring forward as she pulled her knees
back to her chin.
Spike decided to
let her stay out if that's what she wanted. Maybe a little time to herself would
cool her off� He sighed and got to his feet in search of something to wrap his
burnt hand with.
And
the morning had started off so well�

*** *** ***
Buffy had been
outside for hours now and she was nowhere near coming to grips with what Spike
had just told her. Immortal? She's was going to live for possibly forever like
this�with him?
It had been bad enough to think about spending a normal human lifespan with
that arrogant, overbearing vampire.
Except for the
part where it wasn't so bad at all, but Buffy chose to ignore that. It
interfered with her righteous indignation.
How dare he keep
this from her for as long as he had! They'd already discussed her healing, her
strength, and even how he'd die if she died, yet never once had he felt the
need to key her in on her newfound immortality. And when had he planned on
telling her if she hadn't panicked this morning? A century from now when she
wondered why she still had smooth skin and all her teeth?
Buffy sighed and
tightened the hold she had on her knees. Forever� She was seventeen years
old�the concept of forever was so beyond anything she could really fathom.
Forever was seventy, eighty years, and even that was so far beyond the horizon
that she couldn't really grasp the concept. How long was a hundred years? Five
hundred? A thousand? Would it all seem to blur together after a while until it
no longer seemed long at all, or would time stretch on and on in an endless
drag?
Would she forget
things eventually? Would she still remember her mother's face a century from
now, or the way her voice had sounded? Already some things had faded, and would
time brush them all away into oblivion?
She had too many
questions, and none of them had an answer. She was truly with Spike forever.
Buffy guessed it put
a whole new spin on "'til death do us part" when one of you was
already dead.
She could feel
Spike's tension through the claim, but she didn't go inside, still too angry
with him to be willing to soothe him now. He'd changed her, turned her into
something she hadn't been before she'd met him. No, she wasn't a vampire, but
she wasn't really human anymore either. Humans aged. They grew older and
eventually, they died. Buffy would never do that. She'd stay like this, frozen
as time moved on around her.
So many people
longed for immortality, but Buffy doubted they had any more of a concept of it
than she did, that they really knew what they were wishing for. Forever was
daunting and foreboding. It was too much, too long. Forever didn't have an
ending, and everything was meant to have an ending. It was the natural way of
things.
But Spike was
something unnatural, and now, so was she.
Buffy covered her
face with her hands and cried.

*** *** ***
Spike could feel
Buffy's tears and they tore at him. He wanted to go and gather her in his arms,
but one look at his bandaged hand reminded him why he couldn't.
He didn't miss
the symbolism there. Buffy belonged somewhere he couldn't go, and no matter how
much he wanted to touch that, he couldn't�not without getting burned. He'd
tried to pull her into his world, and all she did was resent him for it.
He kicked a
small, empty bottle at his feet, cursing the ineptness of the mini bar. Like
something that at best looked like what a bottle of liquor would look like from
very far away could get him drunk. Please. He didn't think they made enough mini-bottles in
the world to knock out his vampire constitution.
Spike growled in
frustration. All he could ever do was bollix things up with Buffy again and
again. Every time he thought he was getting somewhere with her, that maybe she
was finally opening up, even just a little bit, he did something stupid enough
to make her close herself off to him all over again.
It was clear that
Buffy wasn't coming in anytime soon, even as the sun began to sink past the
horizon. It wouldn't be long before he could go out there to her, but Spike
wasn't fool enough to think that his company would be welcome. She needed her
space, and bloody hell so did he.
With a snarl, he
got to his feet and snatched his coat off the back of a chair, and he put it on
as he walked out the door.

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