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Vices of My Blood	By : oldbooks Category: BtVS AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6946 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 26

Spike took a step toward Buffy and she ran into his arms. The grip she had around his waist when she hugged him would have broken the ribs of a human. He thanked God he wasn�t human for many reasons. He wrapped his arms around his girl and stroked her hair. His other hand rubbed along her back. He smiled when he didn�t feel a bra strap. She had taken up Drusilla�s clothing habits, foregoing underwear all together when it could be helped.

Buffy held on tight to Spike. This night had been one disaster after another. Her friend was dead, others were in the hospital, Giles was missing, and now the cops were after her. She had never been so grateful to see her mate in all her life. Spike was her anchor in the storm that was happening around her tonight. She loved him. Oh God, did I just think that?

They had been captives together for more than a month, learning about each other, before they mated. She went into the ritual knowing that it was a forever deal, but like any marriage, love didn�t have to come into play. Her and Spike were enemies brought together by circumstances beyond their control.

But after all Angelus had done, the captivity, the deteriorating strength and Spike saving her life, the mating, and the mind-blowing sex, it had become more than that. She started having deeper feelings for her mate around the time she started caring for Drusilla�s wound from Giles� crossbow.

In the back of her mind, through everything that had happened tonight, all she could think about was Spike and how he was holding up. She never gave a thought to the danger she was in around Angelus during the �merits of world� fight. Even when she went to the high school in the first place and she thought for sure Kendra was going to kill her, her first thought was of Spike and how much she�d missed him.

She loved him. She loved everything about him. His calming effect on her, his strength wrapped around her at night, keeping her safe, his scent, his skin against her own. The very essence of him took over her senses and consumed her very being. If tonight was going to be their last night on earth, the she wanted him to know how she felt and damn the consequences of his rejection.

Spike was having his own thoughts engulfed by his mate. Starting out as enemies, and then circumstantial friends, he started having feelings for his mortal enemy from day one when he realized she was different from any other girl he had known. She was vivacious and quarrelsome; she loved the fight as much as he did, as well as the sparring and the comeback quips. She didn�t play games with him like Cecily and Drusilla always did.

Over the past months that they had kept each other company, there was never a dull moment. Granted most of that time was spent being buried inside her body. And, oh what a body! He still didn�t understand her body heat rising around him, but even without the body heat he was sure that it would still feel like he was buried in molten lava. God, the girl was turning him on right now just standing there. Even with all the drabness of hat, coat and other clothes to hide herself from the police, she was still beautiful.

Spike felt blessed. He felt that after a century of dejection caused by Drusilla�s whim and Angelus� will and Darla�s snobbery and the English ton, that God had finally rewarded him with this beautiful creature in front of him. It went deeper than just a simple reward or to get back at Angelus for claiming Drusilla by taking his girl.

When he felt Buffy�s apprehension and fear through the claim tonight, he went out searching for her. He didn�t care if Angelus saw him out of his chair. Buffy had wormed her way into his dead heart and she had set up camp there to stay. He probably loved her from the very beginning when he first met her at the Bronze, but he couldn�t say for sure. He decided that if tonight was going to be their last night on earth, the he wanted her to know how he felt and damn the consequences of her rejection.

�I love you,� they whispered in unison.

�You what?� they asked, again in unison.

Buffy went first. �You�ve been on my mind all night tonight. Even when I was in danger from Kendra nearly staking me and Angelus finding me in the cemetery and the cops trying to arrest me all I thought about was getting home to you and about how much I missed you and had to say to you. I don�t know what I would have done if you didn�t know before I was gone if I was ever � or if Angelus has his way � will ever be killed tonight,� Buffy said, her speech rambling.

�Pet, love, hey, you�re alive and fine. Spike�s got you. I won�t let anything happen to you. Tell me what happened tonight that has you looking like a frightened deer,� Spike inquired.

Spike rubbed her arms and pulled her closer. He growled deep in his chest that her friends had tried to kill her again. All she wanted to do was check on them and that half-witted slayer replacement had tried to attack her again? All the girl wanted was for her friends to be safe and why were the police after her?

�I went to the school like I told you and when I showed myself because Oz sensed me, Kendra came after me but Oz and Giles stopped her and then I left and was walking home when Angelus found me and we had this whole discussion and a fight over why not to end the world and then I found out it was all a ruse to stall me while Drusilla took the minions to the school and then I went back and the cops found me and I ran and now I�m here and you�re here and . . . oh, God! Giles is missing, Drusilla took Giles! We have to . . .� Buffy rambled again.

Spike was watching her talk the whole time with a brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to discern the important points. Finally he just gave up and had to stop her. �Buffy! Buffy! Slow down. We�ll handle it. First thing�s first, we have to stop Angelus, if Drusilla took your watcher, then he�s back at the mansion,� Spike said calmly.

�. . . and there was Ken-- . . . what did you say?� Buffy finally gave up her explanation all together and looked at her mate.

�I'm talking about your ex, pet. I'm talking about putting him in the bloody ground,� Spike growled.

Buffy chuckled hysterically. �Spike, you can�t kill the head of a vampire clan. I mean I know I killed the master, but I wasn�t part of the clan then. And Angelus? Yes, he�s evil, but I don�t know if I can kill him. I�m so low on the hierarchy as far as your family goes, it isn�t done,� she said shaking her head.

�Pet, he�s got your Watcher. Right now, he's probably torturing him. Do you really want to fall back on patriarchal customs of a vampire clan at this moment in time or do you wanna stop our grandsire from ending this world?� Spike asked.

�But why? We�re vampires. Well, okay, technically you�re the vampire, I don�t know what I am,� Buffy started rambling again.

�Buffy, you are still the Slayer, the real Slayer. The cure just brought that demon out and it manifested itself into your clan�s image. I don�t know why it happened, but I�m sure your watcher does and to find that out we have to stop Angel,� he snickered, �and save the world.�

�Okay, you do remember that we are vampires right?� Buffy asked confused a little by Spike�s motive.

Spike pulled away from her and moved to lean against the car. �We like to talk big,� he said as he indicated himself, �vampires do. Things like 'I'm going to destroy the world.'� Spike looked over at the still-unconscious officer. �That's just tough guy talk. �Strutting around with your friends over a pint of blood. The truth is � I like this world.� He pulled a cigarette pack from the officer's shirt pocket. �You've got . . . dog racing, Manchester United.� He tried to explain, pulling a cigarette out and dropped the pack on the officer. �And you've got people.� He exhaled at the thought. �Billions of people walking around like Happy Meals with legs. It's all right here.� He lit the cigarette and took a drag. �But then someone comes along with a vision. With a real . . .� he exhaled the smoke. �Passion for destruction.� He took another drag and watched his mate�s reaction to his rationalization. �Angelus could pull it off. Goodbye, Piccadilly. Farewell, Leicester Bloody Square. You know what I'm saying, pet?�

Buffy looked at her mate with tears in her eyes. �I lost a friend tonight,� she said softly.

Spike nodded. Honestly, he was surprised that she still considered them her friends after all they tried to do to inadvertently kill her. He couldn�t place which friend it was, but he felt her pain through the claim earlier. It was one of the many feelings he received through the claim that sent him out looking for her.

�I may lose more, Spike,� Buffy moved to stand before him and he wrapped his arms around her. �The whole earth may be sucked into Hell,� she said softly.

�Well, between the two of us, maybe we can advert an apocalypse, eh, pet?� Spike asked with a bit of humor to his voice.

Just then the police officer began to stir on the hood of the car. Buffy turned wide frightened eyes to the man and back at Spike.

�Mom�s house isn�t too far from here, let�s go there and see if we can devise a plan,� Buffy suggested.

Spike nodded and stood up from the car. He turned toward the officer. �You go on ahead, I�ll catch up after I make sure Roscoe here doesn�t follow us or alert his buddies as to where you are,� he said.

Buffy nodded at her mate, gave him a long, passionate kiss of gratitude, and before he could grab for her and pull her closer, she walked away toward her mom�s house. He growled in sexual frustration and looked back at the cop. He balled his hand into a fist and knocked the man out again.

�I�ll just kill this guy and be right there with you, babe,� Spike mumbled to himself.

When Buffy was out of sight, Spike picked the guy up by the shirt collar. He vamped and viciously attacked the man�s neck. His teeth tore into flesh and sank into the skin until they hit the jugular. The vampire drank fast and greedily, trying to make to feeding as quickly as possible. He pulled away and dropped the cop back on the hood of the car, leaving him barely alive. Spike walked away from the body and followed the scent of his mate in the direction of her mother�s house thinking about how soft his girl was making him feel.

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Willow's room at the hospital was becoming crowded. She was still unconscious. Xander was sitting in a chair and watching her while Cordelia stood at his side.

�Do you want some coffee?� Cordelia asked Xander.

Xander shook his head. �I don't wanna leave. She might, uh . . .� he started to say.

�I�ll get it,� Cordelia offered. She had become more personable since being around the Scooby gang.

Xander looked up at her. �Thanks, hun.�

They clasped hands briefly, and Cordelia went to get two cups of coffee. Xander looked at Willow again, deep in thought. He leaned over closer to the bed and gently took her hand in his.

�Come on, Will,� he encouraged. �Look, you don't have a choice here. You gotta wake up. I need you, Will. I mean, how am I gonna pass trig, you know?� He chuckled at the thought. �And who am I gonna call every night . . . and talk about everything we did all day? You're my best friend. You've always . . .� he stammered for words.

Xander looked at her for a long moment, looked away for an instant and then at her again, struggling with his emotions. �I love you, Will,� Xander said softly.

Willow�s face twitched and her hand gave his a squeeze and Xander's eyes widened in hope.

�Willow?� Xander asked in awe.

Willow took a few breaths before responding, with her eyes still closed. �Oz?� she whispered the question and then asked louder, �Oz?�

Xander leaned away, taken aback. Oz had heard his girlfriend�s plea for him from the hall with his acute hearing and walked into the room.

�I'm here,� the werewolf spoke up.

Xander looked back at Oz, surprised. He hoped the other man didn�t hear what he said to his friend. �She's just starting to wake up,� he told Oz.

Xander stood up to let Oz go to her. Oz took her hand and leaned over the bed. Willow still had her eyes closed. �Hey, baby,� Oz crooned softly in her ear.

�Hi,� Willow greeted her boyfriend weakly.

�I'm gonna go get a doctor,� Xander announced and left. He couldn�t stay for the public display after he had just poured his heart out to her.

�How you feelin'?� Oz asked, concerned for his girlfriend.

Willow didn�t open her eyes. She merely concentrated on his voice. �My head . . . feels big. Is it big?� She asked weakly.

Oz smiled at Willow. �No. It's head size,� he assured her.

Oz leaned over her face and gently kissed her on the forehead. He leaned back to look at her and stroked her hair with his other hand. She opened her eyes tentatively.

�Uh . . . is everybody else okay?� Willow asked in a whisper.

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In Angelus' mansion, Giles was in a chair with his hands bound behind his back and bleeding from rope burns. Angelus was sitting in a chair and watching Giles as he cleaned the watcher�s glasses. He breathed on the lenses, polished them clean and inspected his work.

�Rupert, buddy . . . I'm here to tell you, I'm impressed,� Angelus chuckled in amusement.

Angelus dropped the cloth he used to clean the glasses, stood up and went over to Giles. �Hey. Uh . . .� Angelus said as he slid the glasses on Giles� face. �How are you holdin� up there, old man?�

Giles looked up at him with unfocused eyes. �Never . . . never better,� he rasped out.

�Glad to hear it,� Angelus said and knelt down next to Giles. �Now . . .� Angelus said as he clamped Giles finger in a vice causing the watcher to breathe painfully. �Tell me when it hurts,� he said with a smirk.

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Spike had caught up with Buffy just as they turned on to her street. She and Spike walked arm in arm to her mother�s house. Spike was whispering all the things he wanted to do to her once this whole Acathla mess was sorted out. They turned up the walk to her mother�s house. Just then Joyce pulled up in her Jeep and saw them from her open window.

�Buffy?!� Joyce cried out the open window.

Buffy gave her mother a glance, but shifted her eyes adoringly at her mate. She had just found out that her love for him was returned and there was no way she was going to let her mother ruin the moment.

Joyce stopped the car. �Where have you been?� Joyce asked as she got out of the car. �Are you okay?� She ran over to the couple and stared at them, their connection totally lost on her. �The police were here! I've been looking for you!�

Buffy finally turned her eyes to her mother. �Mom, let's, let's go inside, and I can explain,� she said and took Spike�s hand in hers, turning to go in the house.

Joyce was already around the hysterical bend. �Who is this man?� She turned to Spike. �Who are you?� Then back to Buffy. �Are you okay?�

�Mom!� Buffy said loudly to get Joyce�s attention. �I'm-I'm okay.�

Joyce shook her head, totally confounded. �Buffy, terrible things have happened. What were you doing? Where have you been?� Joyce threw the questions at her in succession.

�Mom, one question at a time. Mom meet Spike, Spike, my mother. I�m mated to him, we love each other and I�m not leaving him, just to get that out of the way. I didn�t do anything wrong. I swear!� Buffy tried to explain things as best as she could to her frazzled mother.

�You know what? Why don't we go inside, and, and we can talk about this,� Buffy suggested and pulled Spike along behind her.

�I'm, I'm not sure how I feel about this,� Joyce admitted as she tried to wrap her mind around her daughter�s circumstance.

Buffy turned around to face Joyce. Suddenly a vampire rushed across the porch, pushed Buffy and Spike aside and jumped down the steps at Joyce, ready to fight. She screamed and did some quick backpedaling. Buffy grabbed him by the shoulders from behind and forced him around to face Spike. She pulled out a stake while Spike gave him a series of punches to the face. Spike's last blow sent the vampire spinning around and staggering away. Buffy thrust the stake into his chest, and he instantly crumbled to ash. Joyce just stared in shock. Spike walked down the steps from the porch and looked at the pile of ash.

Spike pulled Buffy against his side and hugged her tight to him. �One of Angel's boys,� he told her.

�Yeah,� Buffy agreed. �Probably keeping tabs on me, or you.�

�Yeah, well, he won't get a chance to tattle on us now,� Spike smiled down at her.

Joyce was utterly confused by the whole night. �Buffy . . . what . . . is going on?�

Buffy looked at her mother for a moment, exchanged a look with Spike and realized that it was time. She stepped up to her mom and looked up at her, hoping against hope for understanding.

�Mom . . . I'm a Vampire Slayer,� Buffy told her mother.

Joyce just blinked her eyes, raised her brows and shook her head. Her daughter wasn�t going to tell her what was happening this night. She wanted her daughter to be okay even with her job as the slayer. Over the past months she had come to terms with her daughter�s chosen duty thanks to Rupert Giles. That wasn�t what she meant when she asked what was happening.

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Oz brought Willow a bowl of Jell-O. She was sitting up, talking on the phone with Buffy. She took the bowl from Oz with a smile, set it down on her lap and began to play with the spoon. Oz pulled up a chair and sat down.

�I'm okay, Buffy, really. I mean, I don't feel good, but . . . I'm awake, and I know my name and who's President and how many fingers, so they don't think my brain got mushed at all,� Willow said, trying to be funny and cheer up her friend.

�Thank God. So sorry I can't be there,� Buffy told her friend regrettably.

�I know. I'm sorry I didn't get to cure Angel,� Willow said without thinking.

�You were trying to . . . cure Angelus? As in, curse him again? Where did you find a spell for that?� Buffy asked, suddenly interested in what her friends had been up to behind her back.

�Yeah, Giles and I found the curse Jenny was working on and we were trying it when the ambush happened,� Willow explained. �I hope you�re okay.�

�Yep. I�m fine. Spike is with me. He and my mother are bonding,� Buffy told Willow.

�What?� Willow asked, nearly choking on her Jell-O.

�You wouldn't believe me if I told you,� Buffy said sardonically.

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In the Summers� living room, Joyce sat nervously on the couch with the toes of her shoes turned in. Spike was sitting in an adjacent wicker chair. Uncomfortable silence reigned as Spike looked around the room. Joyce lifted her glass, took a sip of her wine and winced at its strength. Spike looked down at his lap, let out a long, bored breath and folded his hands.

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�Xander, Angelus and Drusilla have Giles. I�m going to save him, but you have to let up on how to deal with my family,� Buffy insisted.

Ever since Xander got on the line they�ve argued about Angelus and how many ways you can kill a Master Vampire that was head of his clan. That was fifteen minutes ago.

�I�ll take care of my own family, thank you very much, Xander,� Buffy was getting annoyed with her friend.

�You'll need backup,� Xander insisted.

�No,� Buffy said adamantly. �You stay there. I'm covered.�

�Do you, um . . . do you think Giles is still alive?� Xander asked worriedly.

Buffy gave a huge sigh. �I think he is. I just wish he was here to tell me what to do,� she admitted to her friend.

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In the living room, the silence was deafening. Spike looked around some more. Then Joyce had a spark of recognition on her face and looked over at Spike.

�Have we met?� Joyce asked, looking at him curiously.

Spike gave a small smirk when he turned to face her. �Um . . . you hit me with an ax one time. Remember?� He made an ax-holding gesture. �Uh, �get the hell away from my daughter.�� He imitated her actions that night long ago and then lowered his arms.

�Oh,� Joyce said, nodding.

Joyce let out a little chuckle at the memory. Spike sighed with boredom while he waited for his mate to appear. Joyce looked over at him.

�So, you�re mated to my daughter? Does that make you my son-in-law?� Joyce asked.

Just then Buffy walked into the room with her arms crossed. Both mother and mate stood up. Joyce looked at her expectantly. Spike looked her over possessively as if he wanted to devour her right there in front of her mother.

�I-is Willow all right?� Joyce asked as she looked at her daughter, missing the look Spike gave Buffy.

�Yeah. She's fine,� Buffy assured her mother. She turned to her mate. �So how do we play this? I mean I can take Angelus fine, but Drusilla may be an issue,� Buffy told Spike.

�Drusilla only kidnapped your watcher on Angelus� orders,� Spike started to say before Buffy cut him off.

�She killed Kendra, Spike,� Buffy let out a small growl of frustration at her mate.

That bit of news surprised Spike. �Dru bagged a Slayer?� He chuckled and turned to Joyce, smiling. �Hey, good for her!� Spike got a hard look from his mate and lost the smile. �Though not from your perspective, I suppose,� he amended.

Buffy pursed her lips and the look she gave him let him know she wasn�t amused with his humor. Spike clammed up and tried to win her over with a cute little boy�s smile he rarely used. Buffy half-heartedly slapped him for that expression. They were so lost in each other that they forgot about Joyce until she spoke up.

�So you didn't kill that girl,� Joyce said, relieved to know her daughter wasn�t a murderer.

�Of course not,� Buffy scoffed at the very idea.

�Look, pet,� Spike pulled Buffy aside. �We can beat them and maybe stop Angelus from waking that stone demon, but what then? You�re my mate. I�m not going to give you up for any reason, and that goes ten-fold now that our feelings are out in the open with each other.�

"I don�t want to give you up either, Spike. I love you, but even if we stop Angelus this time what happens next time? It's not like he's really happy with the world right now," Buffy inquired.

�I don�t know, Buffy. We�ll see about crossing that bridge once we get over this one,� Spike replied.

Spike was at a loss for what to do with this version of Angelus. The Angelus he�d known loved the world and its many amenities. The Angelus he knew indulged himself of every vice this world had to offer him. The Angelus he knew wasn�t vengeful, he was free-loving. Back then, Angelus sought only two things in life: pain and pleasure. He wasn�t concerned about anything beyond his line of vision.

The Angelus that was with them today wasn�t the Angelus of old. Spike supposed that being trapped with a soul for a century probably made Angelus bitter and resentful toward the world he had �awoken� in. It had changed the vampire, and where Angel would take it in stride, Angelus was a traditionalist.

�Fine,� Buffy capitulated. �We have to get back to the mansion. Make sure Giles is all right.�

�We should call the police,� Joyce�s voice finally filtered through to their conscience. They both looked at her aghast and Spike sighed in frustration at his mate�s mother.

�No. We're not calling the police,� Buffy corrected her mother.

Joyce stopped and faced her daughter, smiling. �Well, now that we know that you're innocent, it's . . .� she started to explain.

�What?� Buffy cried, taken aback. �You thought I was guilty? Jeez, feelin' the love in this room!� She gave her mate a look that clearly said �can you believe this?�

�No, I didn't think that. It's just . . . now we have proof,� Joyce said jovially.

Buffy repeated Spike�s sigh of frustration. �We have my word, Mom. Not proof,� she told her mother.

�Look, I am sure that they will understand,� Joyce said as she headed for the kitchen.

Buffy followed her mom closely with Spike at her heels. �Get them involved, you'll get them killed,� Buffy told her mother.

�Well, you're not gonna hurt them, are you?� Joyce asked mockingly.

�I'm a Slayer, not a postal worker,� Buffy told her mother, quickly losing patience with the woman.

Her mother picked up the phone and Buffy slapped her hand onto the switch hook.

�Cops can't fight demons,� she told her mother and took the phone from her. �I have to do it.� Buffy put the phone back in its cradle.

�Do what? Buffy, what is happening?� Joyce demanded to know.

�Just have another drink,� Buffy suggested, not wanting to deal with her mother right now.

She turned away from her mother and started to walk off. Joyce threw her glass aside in anger, and it broke on the floor.

�Don't you talk to me that way!� Joyce yelled at her daughter. Buffy stopped in her tracks. �You don't just get to waltz back in here and tell me that you�re leaving again. I�ve been without you for too many months.�

Buffy looked at her mother. �Look, I�m sorry, Mom. But I don�t have time for this. I have to stop my grandsire from destroying the world as we know it,� she said.

Joyce shook her head negatively. �No. I am not letting you out of this house,� she insisted.

�You can't stop me,� Buffy growled as her eyes flashed turquoise.

�Oh yes I . . .� Joyce started to grab for her daughter when Spike moved in front of Buffy blocking her path.

�No, Joyce. I won�t allow you to hurt my mate,� Spike said calmly. He figured at the rate the Summers women were going, he had to be the level headed one.

Buffy looked gratefully at Spike and opened the door, stepping out into the night air. She turned to see if Spike followed her. He backed out of the door, gathering Buffy in his arms.

�You walk out of this house; don't even think about coming back!� Joyce yelled angrily.

Buffy just gave her a long stare and left. Spike felt bewildered at having witnessed the scene between two headstrong women. He followed his mate out of the house and closed the door gently. Joyce sighed, having failed once again at communicating with her daughter. She turned around and leaned on the island with her head in her hands.
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