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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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Spike sensed his grandsire long before he
was actually standing beside him, but he waited until then to acknowledge him.
"Whatever you've got to say, Angelus, I don't want to hear it."
Angel didn't leave, but then again, Spike
hadn't really been expecting him to. "I want you to stay away from
Nancy."
"Done," Spike replied with a
shrug. "I really don't care one way or another about your bird, Angelus.
This isn't some elaborate scheme to kill her in her sleep. Not my style anyway,
and you know it."
"For all I know, your style has
changed, Spike," Angel replied, obviously not believing Spike when he
claimed he wouldn't go after the Slayer again. "Look, I don't know what
game you're trying to play here with that girl, but�"
Spike slammed the trunk of his car
one-handed, his other arm carting the small box Howard's journals were in.
"No games. I doubt I want to be here anymore than you want me here, but
Buffy needed to see the Watcher, so here we are."
"So I'm honestly supposed to believe
that you're here to help this Buffy girl? Come on, Spike. A couple of weeks ago
you were completely set on killing Nancy and drooling all over Drusilla."
Spike turned and leveled his eyes with
Angel, despite their difference in height. "A couple of weeks ago, so were
you."
A flash of guilt went over Angel's features
at Spike's pointed comment, and Spike was glad to see it. "That's
different. I have a soul," Angel argued.
"And you really believe it makes you a
different man?" Spike asked, head cocked slightly to the side.
"It makes me a better man than
you."
"Maybe it does and maybe it doesn't. I
didn't come here to debate the issue with you. I came here because my mate
needs me. And don't think for a second that I've forgotten what you did to her,
what you planned to do to her. The only reason I'm not killing you right
now is because it would piss off Nancy, and Buffy doesn't need to have to deal
with that. She's got more important things to worry about."
Angel snorted. "Like you even
could."
Spike used every ounce of control he had not
to let Angel bait him. Control had never been his strong suit, he knew, but he
could use it when the situation called for it. He wouldn't have been able to
make it through the last century otherwise. "As enjoyable as it would be
to make you suffer, I didn't come here to fight you. You want me to stay away
from the Slayer, fine. I already told you I would. But the both of you have to
stay away from me and mine, too. Buffy and I aren't staying. She'll get the
help she needs from the Watcher, and then we're gone."
"I can't allow even that much,
Spike," Angel snapped. "I can't let you stay here and feed in my
town."
At that, Spike had to laugh. "Oh come
on. You've done plenty of feeding here yourself. Just because Nancy's little
witch friend shoved a soul back up your arse doesn't undo any of that."
Spike shrugged. "Besides, I'm off the live ones anyway. The missus doesn't
like it."
"You can't honestly expect me to
believe you've stopped feeding."
"I don't care what you believe. Now scamper
off and go back to making googly eyes at your girlfriend, or whatever it is the
two of you do. I've got to get back inside."
"I'm going to be watching you,
Spike," Angel said, doing his best to sound menacing.
Spike was far from intimidated. "I am awfully
difficult to tear your eyes away from, aren't I?" Spike's expression
became mockingly-serious, and he put his hand on Angel's shoulder. "I'm
sorry to disappoint you, but there won't be a repeat of that time in Venice.
I'm a mated vamp now."
At the look of shock and possibly something
kin to embarrassment that broke out over Angel's face, Spike laughed and headed
back up the walk to the house.

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Spike knew something had occurred in the
living room as soon as he walked in, but he decided to ask Buffy about it in
private. Instead, he handed the journals over to the Watcher. "Here's what
we have."
"They were still back at my old
apartment, hidden in a wall," Buffy explained. "I don't know if
Howard kept more than those, but I couldn't find any more."
"This is fine," Giles replied,
glancing warily at Spike as he took the box. "Thank you for allowing me to
read them, Buffy."
"You're really more doing me the
favor," Buffy replied. "I want to know if there's anything else
helpful in them, but after reading those couple of entries, I couldn't really
stomach anymore."
"I'll read them for us both then,"
Giles told her softly.
"Thank you."
After an awkward pause, Giles cleared his
throat. "Would you like for me to go ahead and set up the basement for you?"
Buffy nodded. "We'd appreciate that.
Thank you."
Giles responded with a small smile and
another wary glance at Spike before he got up from the chair.

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"Tell me what happened when I left the
house, luv?" Spike prodded gently once he and Buffy were alone and in bed.
Buffy sighed. "Nothing too exciting,
really. Nancy said if the Council killed my mother she probably deserved it,
Giles flipped on her, and then afterwards he told me this wasn't the sort of
life my mother would want from me, like I so don't already know that, and
well�just fun all the way around."
Spike tightened his grip around Buffy,
trying to rein in his anger at Nancy and her Watcher, too, for that matter,
despite the fact that the night had already made the little bit of patience he
had to his name wear thin. "They're both wrong, sweetheart. Nancy is a
self-righteous bitch who's as bad as her git of a boyfriend, and as for what
the Watcher said� Joyce would want you to be loved, kitten. To be happy. And
maybe I wouldn't have been her first choice for you, but I love you, and I'd
never intentionally hurt you again. And�and you're happy, aren't you, Buffy? At
least a little bit?"
Buffy looked up at his face, able to make
out the vulnerability etched into his features in the dim light of the
basement. "I'm happy, Spike. As happy as I've ever been, anyway."
Spike kissed her temple, his eyes closing
for a moment as he relished the feel of her before he opened them and spoke
again. "I think Joyce would've understood. It might have taken her some
time, but� I don't think she would've been disappointed in you, Buffy."
"I've thought about that. A lot. It
worries me, what my mother would think if she could see me now."
"She'd think that she has a wonderful,
strong daughter, who grew up to be everything she'd taught her to be. And that
she's damn lucky to have found herself such a good-looking man."
Buffy chuckled despite the tears in her
eyes, and Spike smiled, glad he could make her laugh. "I won't make you do
something your mother would be ashamed of you for, pet. I won't turn you into
something you'd hate."
Buffy searched his face for a moment, her
expression serious. "You really wouldn't, would you?"
"Never. I love you for who you are. I
was a little slow to catch on, but� I won't make you change, luv."
She kissed him, meaning for it to be tender,
but as their kisses always seemed to do, it heated up quickly. Buffy soon felt
his erection hard and needy against her, pressing between her thighs and pushing
up the hem of his t-shirt she'd worn to bed, too self-conscious to sleep naked
like him in someone else's house.
"Spike�we shouldn't�" she panted,
even as she rubbed herself against him. "Giles might hear. Or�or
Nancy."
"I'll make sure you're quiet," Spike
replied. He turned them over so Buffy was beneath him and placed his hand
firmly over her mouth, stifling any cries she could make.
Buffy whimpered into his palm as Spike
thrust inside of her. She felt trapped beneath him, with his hard body pushing
her into the cot and his hand clamped so forcefully over her mouth. Even with
the extra strength the claim had allowed her, she was weaker than him. He had
her completely at his mercy.
And it didn't scare her at all.
The words Spike had spoken to her only a few
minutes earlier came back to her mind. I'd never intentionally hurt you
again� He wouldn't. Something about seeing Angel again had solidified that
for her. Even with his soul returned, the other vampire still set her nerves on
edge. Somehow, she knew it was more than the fact that she knew Spike well and
Angel was a virtual stranger, aside from when he'd held her captive. And it
went beyond the claim as well. There was something inside of Spike that wasn't
in Angel, a spark unconnected to the soul. She could see it in the difference
in their eyes. With Spike, it was so easy to forget she was looking at a dead
man just from the twinkle in those crystal blue orbs.
Spike slowed down above her, looking at her
with concern, and Buffy realize her thoughts must've distracted her more than
she'd realized. She winked at him, then bit down
lightly on the inside of his hand, letting him know she was there with him
again. Spike grinned, and his pace picked back up, driving from her mind any
thoughts other than how good it felt to be with him.
She came with a muffled scream into his
hand, her body shaking against his. Spike began to thrust harder, the movement
of his hips no longer measured as he desperately sought his own release. He
thought for a moment that he should probably be more aware of the fact the cot
they were on may not be the sturdiest before he was coming, his teeth slicing
into his lip as he fought to keep himself quiet as well.
The basement silent except for the sound of
their harsh, uneven breathing, Spike rolled them over, pulling Buffy tightly
against his chest as he did. She brought her head up just enough to kiss him,
tasting the blood he'd drawn from his lip and sighing with pleasure into his
mouth.
The situation they were facing still worried
her, but less so for the moment as Buffy allowed herself to feel pleasantly
sated. The nearness of his body and the tingle she still felt between her legs
were a comfort, and Buffy was grateful that if she was going to have to have to
make an enemy like the Council of Watchers, at least she had Spike at her side.
"I'm glad I have you."
Her whispered confession was so soft that
Spike wasn't sure he'd heard it, even with his acute hearing. "What's
that, pet?"
"I'm glad I have you," Buffy
replied, louder�braver�this time. "It wasn't an ideal start for
either of us, I know, but, this is good. It's starting to make sense to me in
some weird sort of way. I'd never thought of myself as being in a relationship
before, and a lot of that was because I didn't know who I could possibly share
my life with. I'm not a Slayer, but I'm still not like other girls. I never
gossiped on the phone for hours or wandered the mall looking for the hottest
new styles. I was more focused on weapons training and battle tactics. Even
when I bothered to go to school, I never had any friends, never connected with
any of the other kids. Their lives, their world, it never made sense to me. I
guess I got so caught up in my mother's that it just became mine, too."
Buffy took a deep breath and let it out
slowly. "No, it was more than that. My whole life, I've known what's
really out there, and I couldn't ignore it. When I was fourteen years old,
Howard got so upset with me because I got myself hurt by saving a girl in an
alley from a vampire. But I hadn't been able to walk away. I saw it happening,
and I knew in that moment that I had an advantage the girl didn't�I knew the
nightmare she was facing was real, and I knew how to fight it. And even if I'd
died that night, or any of the other nights I went searching for a vampire to
face, at least I'd be doing my part. I'd be doing what was right. Simply by
knowing vampires and demons are real gives me a responsibility to fight them.
"But being with you, it doesn't take me
away from that life. And it doesn't pull you into it, either, since you were
already a part of it before. I can't even begin to imagine how I'd explain to a
normal human guy this situation with the Council, and I know he wouldn't be
able to have my back the way you do. When I think about it that way, you being
what you are is sorta comforting." Buffy frowned. "Just as long as
you don't go back eating people again, because that complicates the whole thing
right up."
Spike pressed a kiss into her hair.
"I'm not going to. That would hurt you, and I won't do it. I don't care
how hard it is for me, I won't." Spike paused for a moment,
thinking about some of the other things she'd said. "You're going to want
me to start killing my own kind with you, aren't you?"
Buffy squirmed against him. "The thought
had crossed my mind."
"I'm not sure how I feel about it,
Buffy," Spike answered honestly.
Buffy rolled over on top of him and looked
down at his face, a mischievous glint to her features. "Think about it,
baby. You, me�mayhem and destruction. Could be fun."
Spike's eyebrow arched. His girl knew him,
all right. And knew how to sell him on an idea, too. "I'll think about it,
kitten."
She gave him a quick peck on the lips before
she rolled over and nestled herself against his side again. "Bet it'd be hot."
The knowledge that Buffy was turned on by
the idea of fighting by his side almost made Spike say to hell with all other
vampires and drag her out to the nearest graveyard right then. But becoming a
complete turncoat to his kind was something he knew he should give a little
more thought to. "We'll talk about it later, luv."
"Okay," Buffy said, her eyes
closed and her tone indicating to Spike that she was already convinced as to
what his answer would be. "Good night, Spike."
"I'm serious about the whole thinking
about it thing, pet."
"I know, honey. Go to sleep."
Spike growled softly in his chest. She'd be
a right irritating chit sometimes if she weren't so bloody cute� "Good
night, luv."
"Night, Spike."

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