Adult-FanFiction.org : Buffy

Oedipus Calling	By : addielogan Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 9348 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 25
- 26
- 27
�Mind telling
me what you think you�re doing fucking my son?�
Buffy stared up
at him, unable to find words. This wasn�t supposed to be happening. They were
supposed to be escaping soon, finding freedom. Liam wasn�t supposed to find
out, not now.
�Don�t even lie to me about it, bitch. I know you�re doing it. You�ve
probably been fucking him since this summer, right under my nose, you worthless
little whore.�
�Liam,
please, I��
Liam came
around from behind the desk and grabbed her arm before backhanding her hard
across the face. �Shut your lying whore mouth! You fucked my son, Buffy. My son.� He shook his head. �I should�ve known better
than to marry such a piece of trash.� His hand tightened around her arm,
causing Buffy to hiss in pain. �You know, I knew you were cheating on me. All those �shopping� trips and not a single bag or a charge to your
credit card? Did you think I was an idiot? Fuck, Buffy that�s
just insulting. But then to find out you�re spreading your legs for my son? I
should beat you so hard no man ever wants to look at your face again.�
Buffy
struggled to break Liam�s grip on her arm. She could taste blood on her lip and
knew this was only the beginning. �Let me go. Please. I�m sorry, Liam. Just let
me go.�
�You�re
sorry.� Liam laughed darkly. �You�re not sorry, bitch, but you�re going to be.�
He tossed her down to the ground, making her back hit the wood floor hard
before he was over her, holding her down as he opened her robe and shoved up
the bottom of her nightgown, ripping the silk.
�Get off me!�
Buffy yelled, struggling under him her legs scissoring as she tried to break free
of his bulk.
�I don�t
think so. Your trashy, cheap cunt is mine, bitch. I paid for you. I bought you.
You�re not for him.�
Even with
everything Liam had done to her, this would be it. This would be the thing that
would push her over the edge, the thing she wouldn�t be able to take. She
fought harder, struggling with everything she had. She wouldn�t simply lie
there and take this�
�Be still!�
Liam bellowed, his hand going around her neck. She sputtered, her eyes bulging,
and she thought in a panic as she struggled to breathe that he may not stop.
She pushed at him with her hands, looking at his face as a cruel smile spread
across it.
�Maybe it
would be better if you were just dead. Then I�d know exactly where your whoring
pussy was.�
Then, with a
dark laugh, he let go of her neck, and Buffy gasped for air, her lungs burning.
�That�s too
quick though, baby. I feel like making you hurt tonight. You owe me a pound of
flesh after what you did to me.�
One hand
pushed at her chest to hold her down as the other went to his belt buckle. He
opened his slacks and pulled out his cock. His eyes met hers as he stroked it,
wanting her to watch, wanting her to know exactly what he was about to do to
her.
His eyes
closed for just a moment, but it was what Buffy needed. With more strength than
she knew she possessed, she wrenched her leg free and kicked up, kneeing him in
the groin. Liam howled, his eyes widening, and Buffy rolled out from beneath
him.
While he
struggled to get to his feet with his trousers undone and his cock aching, Buffy
ran to the desk and pulled open the top drawer on the right-hand side. She knew
what was usually there, and breathed a sigh of relief as she saw it still was.
Liam stopped
short as Buffy took the revolver out and pointed it towards him. �You stay the
hell away from me, you fucking bastard!� she yelled, hysteria in her words.
�Buffy, baby,
come on, put the gun down,� Liam said, fixing his pants with one hand as he
held up his other one. �I was just angry, Buffy. I didn�t really mean any of
it. You know I�d never hurt you like that. Come on. Put down the gun, and we�ll
go to bed and talk in the morning.�
Buffy shook
her head, hot tears stinging her eyes. �No. No. All you ever do is hurt
me, Liam. I�m not going to let you do it anymore.�
�Buffy, put
the damn gun down.�
Her hands
trembled around the weapon as her thoughts whirled around in her head, moving
too quickly. She didn�t know what to do. She wanted William...
Suddenly,
Liam launched himself at her, and Buffy screamed before she ran out from behind
the desk, towards the door. She heard Liam shift, coming for her again, and she
closed her eyes and pulled the trigger before she could think, three shots
ringing out in the office.
The room grew
still, quiet again, and Buffy opened her eyes, her face growing pale as she
realized what she�d done. She didn�t see Liam, but she didn�t hear him either,
and he wasn�t coming for her. That must�ve meant she�d�
A blind panic
slamming into her, Buffy ran from the office, down the stairs, out of the
mansion. She needed to get out of there; she needed to find William. He�d help
her. He�d protect her.
She needed
William.

*** *** ***
Spike pulled
into the parking lot of his apartment complex fighting to stay awake. It had
been a long day, but it had also been productive, and despite his exhaustion,
he was feeling good about things. It had been easier to get across the border
than he�d expected, and he�d found a place where he and Buffy could lay low for
a while until they figured out the next step.
For the first
time since they�d started this thing, he felt some real hope. This was doable;
it could work.
Then, he got
to his front door, and all of that came tumbling down.
Buffy was sitting
on the ground, trembling from the cold. She was wearing nothing but a silk robe
and nightgown, and she was sporting several fresh bruises.
�Buffy? Pet,
what happened? Are you all right?�
She said
nothing, only reached into her robe and pulled out a gun. She dropped it in her
lap, her eyes wide, scared.
�Holy fuck�
Buffy, what did you do?�
�I�I didn�t
mean to,� she whispered.
Spike looked
around, realizing they were in a public place. He picked the gun up, then
helped her to her feet, letting her lean on him as he brought her into his
apartment, locking the door behind them.
He took her
to the couch, dropping the gun on the side table. �Tell me what happened, luv,� he implored as he sat beside her, doing his best to
keep his tone even as not to spook her any further. �Did you kill him?�
�I don�t
know.�
She was still
shaking, and in the light of the apartment, Spike could see how bad her bruises
were and that her clothes were in disarray. He didn�t even want to think about
what that could mean� �Did you shoot him?�
�I�I think
so. I fired the gun, and then he was on the floor, and�� Buffy slumped forward,
sobbing against William�s chest.
He pulled her
into his lap and held her, rocking her back and forth as he did his best to
soothe her. He wanted to make it better for her, but how could he? How could he
ever possibly hope to fix this?
�He knew
about us,� Buffy said finally. �I thought he was at work, but he came home
late, around ten, and�he�he had pictures. Surveillance
photos. I don�t know where he got them, but he had them, and, oh god��
She stopped, her body convulsing for a moment, and Spike was afraid she was
going to retch before she stopped and spoke again. �He tried to rape me.
And�and I think he wanted to kill me.�
She pulled
up, her eyes seeming to glass over. �I just fired. I didn�t look. I just pulled
the trigger three times. He was coming for me, and I pulled the trigger three
times.�
Spike ran a
trembling hand down her hair. �But you didn�t see if they hit him?�
�No, but he
was down, and he was quiet, and�� Buffy broke off with a sob. �If he�s dead, I
killed him, and I�ll go to jail. I don�t want to go to jail, Will. Not because
of him.�
�You won�t.
We�re going to Mexico, remember? We�ll still run, Buffy.�
�But they�ll
look for me now,� Buffy replied, her body starting to shake harder. �Spike,
they�ll give Border Patrol my picture, and they�ll be looking for me, and I�ll
never get over. I�� She crumbled, crying against him. �I�ve ruined everything
for us.�
�No, it�ll
still be all right,� Spike insisted, not willing to believe he was going to
lose his chance with Buffy. They were in love, and they would get their happy
ending. He had to believe that. �You don�t even know if you shot him,
pet. He could�ve just been staying down because he was afraid you�d shoot
again.�
Buffy looked
up, her shiny eyes possessing a sliver of hope. �Do you think so?�
�It�s
possible,� Spike replied. �And if you weren�t even looking where you were
shooting, they there�s a very good chance you didn�t hit him. Did you see
blood?�
Buffy shook
her head. �No.�
�Then we
don�t know what happened,� Spike told her, trying to make his voice soothing as
he smoothed his hands over her hair. �Let�s just wait until the morning and
suss all this out then. There�s a good chance he�s not dead, and we can just
leave like we planned.�
�Is there?�
�Yeah, baby,
there is.� Spike stood with her, cradling her in his arms as he took her
towards the bedroom. �We�re going to go to sleep now, okay? You�re exhausted,
mentally and physically, and you can�t think straight like that. We�ll plan our
next move in the morning.�
She didn�t
protest when he put her in the bed and climbed in beside her, but instead
curled up at his side and quickly fell asleep, the events of the night catching
up with her, her mind and body not able to go any further. She was with William
now. He�d take care of her�
Spike,
however, remained wide awake. He didn�t feel as certain as he told Buffy he
was, and he didn�t believe himself when he told her Liam probably wasn�t dead.
And if he was dead, well, Spike had to come up with a plan and fast.
She was right
about Border Patrol. They could switch tactics and head to Canada instead, but that would
keep them in the States for longer, plus they�d have to find a place to move on
from there.
The only
thing he knew for sure was she didn�t deserve prison. As he looked down at the
angry bruise marring her beautiful face, Spike knew that much was true. If she
had shot Liam, then he deserved to die for what he�d done to her that night.
Hell, he deserved worse than death.
Spike was
still awake when the sun rose, his mind still racing as he tried to decide how they
were going to get out of this. Buffy needed him to rescue her now more than
ever, and he couldn�t let her down.
It was a
little after eight a.m. when his cell phone rang, and Spike carefully slipped
away from Buffy, grateful when she didn�t move. He took the phone into the
living room, closing the bedroom door behind him, and grimaced when he saw his
mother�s name on the caller ID.
�Hello.�
Darla didn�t
waste her time with preamble. �William, your father was shot last night. He�d
dead.�
Any hope
William had for anything was gone in that instant. He didn�t respond to his
mother, only closed the cell phone and let it fall to the ground. It rang again
a moment later, but he didn�t answer it this time.
His eyes went
to the gun, still on the side table, and he knew what he had to do. He walked
mechanically over to it and wiped it down with the end of his t-shirt before
putting his own hand on the trigger, then touching the gun everywhere until he
was sure his prints remained. Then, he grabbed a pad of paper and wrote a quick
note, knowing he had to tell her where he was and hoping she would heed his
plea to stay quiet, to let him do this.
He had to do
this. He had to do this for her.
With an ache
of his heart, he looked towards the closed bedroom door, but he refused to open
it. He couldn�t look at her. If he looked at her, if he saw what he was saying
good-bye to, then he wasn�t sure he could go through with it.
But he knew
it was the best plan. If they ran, there was no guarantee they�d make it, and
even if they did, she�d be running forever. She didn�t deserve that life,
especially not with all she�d been through. If he took the blame, if he let it
all fall on him and kept her away from it, then perhaps she�d have a chance at
something someday. Maybe she�d even find someone worthy of loving her.
Spike walked
out of the apartment without looking back, the gun still in his hand.

*** *** ***
I actually
finished this story in draft form last night, so the chapters will come more
quickly now. Which I�m sure you�re all grateful for with cliffhanger endings
like these�
Please
review.
- 25
- 26
- 27
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Oedipus Calling