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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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Every night for the past week, Spike had
gone out right after sundown. Buffy tried not to feel restless and impatient.
She knew Spike was doing the best he could, and she was grateful that he was
even trying. But still, sitting around the motel night after night just waiting
was taking its toll.
She sighed, flipping through channel after
channel of the nothing that tended to be on at this hour. She'd hoped that when
they'd been able to move into a room with a working television that maybe at least
that would keep her occupied while she waited for him to come back, but it
rarely helped her boredom. Apparently, the general point of view for the people
that decided on programming was that if you were awake at this hour, then you
were in search of a cure for insomnia as opposed to actual entertainment.
She supposed she could go to sleep. Despite
the fact that she usually stayed asleep well into the afternoon, Buffy also
tended to spend most of her waking hours having sex with an insatiable vampire,
which was cause for exhaustion. But with Spike out, she couldn't manage to
rest. Instead, she waited and worried, keeping the connection the claim formed
open between them so she could get a sense of whether or not he was in any sort
of trouble.
Needing some sort of distraction from how
slowly the clock seemed to be moving, Buffy went over to the mini-fridge and
pulled out the pint of ice cream she had in there. She'd noticed recently that
she had put on some weight since she'd gotten with Spike, though she thought
she probably still classified as underweight. But her bones weren't sticking
out the way they once had, and that was a start. Despite what fashion magazines
tried to tell her, she hadn't liked being that skeletal.
She brought the ice cream back to the bed
and ate it from the container as she went back to waiting for Spike.

***
*** ***
"Hey, are you the guy that's been
lookin' for the vamp that did in that Slayer back in '85?"
Spike grew rigid for a moment, the question
taking him by surprise. He'd been just about to give up on this particular bar
for the night. He turned and faced the man who had asked it. The man looked
human enough on the outside, albeit an unkempt human, but his scent told Spike
this was definitely a demon. "I might be. Who's asking
and why?"
"Name's Louie," the demon said.
"And I'm askin' 'cause I might have some information�if you've got
payment, that is."
Spike lifted Louie off the ground by his
neck as he slipped into gameface. "I don't rip out your liver and feed it
to you. That payment enough?"
"Yeah, yeah, that's good," Louie
choked, gasping for breath as his legs kicked in the air.
Spike set him back down. "Right
then. Spill."
"There's this vamp, calls himself Mack.
Word on the street is, he's the one."
"Do you have any sort of proof other
than that?" Spike asked.
Louie shook his head. "No. I just
heard, is all. Mack's been in L.A. for years now, got himself a real sweet set-up, lots of minions. People say he
got that from killin' a Slayer. Gave him a rep."
"Right then. Can you tell me where I can find this Mack?"
"Sure, sure. I know where he nests. I can give you the
address."
Spike knew it was a long
shot�and possibly even a trap�but
it was the only thing he'd gotten that even resembled a lead, and he was going
to take it. "All right then, Louie�give me what
you got."

***
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Spike sat in the driver's seat of his car,
the engine idling, as he stared down at the cocktail napkin Louie had given him
with Mack's supposed address. It was nearby, at it would be quicker if he drove
straight there now instead of going back to the motel. Besides, going back
would mean having to take Buffy with him since there was no way she'd let him
go alone.
The part of him that was her mate didn't
like that at all. Louie had told him Mack had lots of minions, and bringing
Buffy along could get her hurt. None of them would be able to bite her with his
marks on her, but there were plenty of things a vampire could do to hurt
someone that didn't involve fangs. He knew that very well.
But he also knew that Buffy would feel that
it was important for her to accompany him. If Mack did turn out to be
her mother's killer, she'd want to be there. Hell, she'd want to be the one who
did the dusting.
Bringing her with him would put her in
danger. Not bringing her with him would upset her and possibly drive a
wedge between them again.
Cursing under his breath, Spike drove out of
the parking lot.

***
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Buffy could tell something was going on.
Since Spike had started going out searching for leads on her mother's death,
his emotions had tended to stay in the neighborhood of either frustrated or
disappointed. Now there was something else, though his mind was so jumbled up
it was hard for her to pinpoint exactly what.
By the time she felt him returning to the
motel room, Buffy was up and dressed, pacing back and forth as she waited. The
closer he got, the more anxious she grew, and by the time he was actually at
the door, she felt as if she were about to jump out of her skin.
Spike was a little surprised to find her
pacing the hotel room, but then he realized he hadn't even attempted to shield
his emotions through the claim, and that Buffy looked about how he felt.
"C'mon, kitten," he said, deciding to cut to the chase. "We've
got a lead."
Buffy's only response was a nod as she
followed Spike out of the motel. They were silent as well in the car, the
tension seeming so thick that Buffy decided to hold her questions. Spike would
tell her what she needed to know when it was time.
She frowned a little when she realized how
much trust she'd put in Spike by thinking that, but then quickly pushed that
thought away. She had more important things to deal with right then.
Spike brought the DeSoto into the parking
lot of an old warehouse, then cut off the engine and turned to Buffy. "I
need you to stay in the car now. There's a vamp in there, might be the one that
killed your mum, but I'm not positive. The source wasn't the greatest I've ever
known. But he also said this bloke's got himself some minions, and if I walk in
there with you, it's going to be a fight."
"So what's the plan then?" Buffy
asked. "Spike, if this is the guy that killed my mom, I want to�"
"I know," Spike said, cutting her
off. "I'm going to try to get him out here. I don't fancy fighting my way
through minions when there could be an easier way."
"You want me to sit out here and wait
for you to bring the vampire out?"
Spike nodded. "Can you do that,
Buffy?" If he'd been breathing, he would've held his breath. Everything was
too up in the air for her to pick now to be willful.
"I can do that," Buffy told him.
"Just�try to be quick."
He smiled with relief. "I will,
pet." Spike reached under his seat and dug around until he found what he
was looking for, then handed it to Buffy. "For if you get harassed by a
vampire that's not me."
Buffy tightened her hand around the stake.
It surprised her a little at first to know that Spike traveled with a stake,
but then she realized it was probably a smart thing for a vampire to do. It's not
like they could trust their own kind at all times. Hell, Spike was planning to
betray another vampire as they spoke. "I know what to do, Spike."
"I know you do. Just wanted to make
sure you were armed, is all. You're claimed as mine, so another vampire can't
drink you, but that doesn't mean they can't hurt you."
"Just go, get him out here, okay? I'll
sit in the car and wait. And if any vampires that aren't you harass me, I'll
make them all dusty. Present company excluded, I really am good at that."
Spike chuckled low in his throat. "All
right, kitten. I'll be back as soon as I can." He leaned in and kissed
her, taking a moment to savor the feel of his mate before he faced the
uncertainty he'd find in the warehouse.
For a moment after they broke apart, they
were silent, their eyes locked. Spike held Buffy's face in his hand, his thumb
caressing her cheek. She was the first to pull away, her gaze turning down to
the floorboards, and Spike thought for a moment that he might have been able to
make out a blush on her cheeks in the darkness. "I'll be back as soon as I
can," he told her again before he slipped out of the car.
Buffy gripped the stake tightly in her hand
as she watched him go.

***
*** ***
Spike would've bet good money that the
minion he encountered at the door to the warehouse had been a bouncer before he
was turned. He was big and imposing, his shiny bald head glistening in the
harsh gleam of the security light. He glared at Spike with amber eyes, beefy
arms crossed over an equally beefy chest. "The master ain't lookin' for no company."
Despite the superior size of the other
vampire, Spike wasn't at all intimidated. His senses were telling him that this
vampire might have height and muscle on him, but he didn't have age, and Spike
refused to be intimidated by a fledgling. "Well, you can tell your master
that William the Bloody wishes to speak to him. I'll wait."
The bouncer vamp's face was impassive as he
shut the door and disappeared back into the warehouse. Spike waited
impatiently, tapping his booted foot and hoping that he wouldn't have to end up
just busting in. Normally, he wouldn't care one way or another, but this was
for Buffy, which meant he needed to do it right.
The vampire came back a few minutes later,
announcing as he opened the door, "The master will see you."
Spike gave a nod and stepped into the
warehouse, his leather duster sweeping behind him. He followed the large
vampire through the dark, the sounds of music coming
from just up ahead. When they reached the main part of the warehouse, Spike
found that he'd apparently crashed a party. Vampires filled the large space,
reminding Spike of an evil nightclub�which furthered his bouncer theory.
A few humans had apparently been brought in
as well, as Spike turned away in disgust as he saw them being savagely fed on.
Then he realized that that shouldn't disgust him, and his stomach turned more.
Since when did he feel ill at the sight of vampires feeding?
He decided to chalk it up to the way
the vampires were feeding. There was no need to be quite that messy about it. Wasted too much blood, for one thing.
"The famous William
the Bloody! What a surprise to
find you at my door!"
Spike turned towards the sound of the voice,
fighting to roll his eyes at his first glimpse of Mack. The vampire couldn't
even be half a century, though the way he was sprawled out in a throne of all things, he
must've thought he was practically an ancient. He had a scantily clad female
vampire on either side of him, one holding a golden chalice full of blood that
she periodically raised to Mack's lips.
Spike began to
doubt the validity of his information even more. This did not look like the
sort of vampire that could take out the longest-lived Slayer in history. Spike
had fought Joyce several times, and this vamp would've have even posed a
challenge for her. He was pathetic, a minion trying to play master. A bit
insulting, too, for someone who had reached the status Spike had in the vampire
world by actually earning it.
"Yeah, well,
I was in town, and I heard something interesting about you. Thought I'd check
up on it," Spike said, his stance full-out cocky
swagger. He may have not been as tall as the bald vampire that had led him in,
but when it came down to it, that didn't mean much of anything. He was a master
vampire from the most powerful Order, and the Slayer of Slayers on top of that.
Not a vampire in there could compete with him, not even master-wannabe Mack.
"Did you
now?" Mack asked, shooing away the chalice as it
came up again. "And what was that?"
"I heard you
took out a Slayer a few years ago, right here in Los Angeles."
Mack grinned, his
fangs glinting. "You heard right then. Longest-lived
Slayer in history. Apparently she'd been giving lots of other vampires
some trouble, you included."
Spike fought hard
to keep his anger in check at the smug look on Mack's face now. Reacting like
that wouldn't get him what he needed. He had to appear humble if his plan was
to work.
Humbling himself in front of this loser� Spike really hoped Buffy
appreciated all he did for her.
Spike moved
closer to the throne. "Right. She did. Seems that you succeeded where I failed time and time again.
That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
Mack sat up
straighter. "Oh?"
"Yeah,
see�" Spike dropped his voice, trying his best to sound ashamed. "I'm
the Slayer of Slayers, you know, but I just couldn't seem to get the best of this one. I've been real down on my game since then,
not able to find the confidence I need to keep taking on Slayers. Fought one in
Sunnydale not too long ago, and she gave me nothing but trouble, too. I thought
maybe�" Spike swallowed, the next words out of his mouth some of the
hardest he'd ever had to say. "I thought maybe you could give me some
pointers."
Glee was evident
on Mack's face. "You want me to tell you how to kill
Slayers? Seriously?"
Spike nodded.
"Clearly, you know something that I don't."
"Okay then,
I'll tell you all about how I bested the Slayer. See�"
"No,"
Spike said quickly. "Not here. You think maybe we could have this
conversation in private? I've got a reputation to protect, you know."
"Oh,
sure," Mack said, rising awkwardly from his throne. "Come on. There's
a place back here where we can talk."
Spike nodded, but
said nothing as he followed Mack out of the main room. That had gone
unbelievably smoothly, and he hoped that as he went off alone with the other
vampire that he wasn't the one being played for a fool.

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