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Vices of My Blood	By : oldbooks Category: BtVS AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6946 -:- 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.

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Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox studios. This story is not meant to infringe upon anyone's rights, only to entertain.

Author's Note: Warnings: Torture, Extreme Language, Sexual Situations, Violence Buffy/Spike; Drusilla/Angelus Pairing

Chapter 4

When Spike and Buffy heard the door click shut and lock again they glared at each other in silence. It wasn�t so much a staring contest as a silent battle of wills of which neither was giving an inch. The silence was deafening. She turned and tried the door again, hoping maybe her strength would be there and it had been weariness up to now.

�Are you always this much of a bitch or is just that I bring out the worst in you?� Spike asked calmly watching her walk toward the door again. He had to give points for tenacity in the face of adversity knowing that door would never open. He got it for just that purpose, to keep the minions and Drusilla out when he wanted time to himself.

Earlier when Drusilla had come in, he was only happy that she still wanted him even with her sire back. She had glided into the room in a billow of skirt and flowing dark hair, an ethereal beauty. When she said she was going to reward him for making her healthy again, he was ecstatic but then again, it had been years since he had been with Drusilla and it had slipped his mind that she could be so agonizing in foreplay. She was truly her sire�s childe in that sense. Angelus had raised a vicious demon. That was when Angelus had caught them when he brought Buffy in.

Spike watched as Buffy gripped the doorknob and pulled with all her strength. He smirked in amusement at the sounds she made trying to pull the door away from the jamb. His brows furrowed when her hold slipped and she fell on the floor, lying on her back. She laid there for a few moments regaining the breath that the fall had knocked out of her before she answered him.

�It�s just you, Spike. It�s always just you,� Buffy answered just as calmly before rolling over and picking herself up off the floor. It�s so humiliating failing to open the door and falling on my back in front of Spike. He warned me about Angelus using a weakness to his advantage, I can just imagine Spike�s never-ending taunt about this.

�What�s wrong, Slayer? Can�t open the door? I thought you had that Slayer-strength on your side?� Spike taunted.

�Something happened to me, I�ve been feeling different ever since I pulled the knife out of Angel�s�� Buffy started to explain.

�Angelus!� Spike corrected her. �He�s AN-GEL-US.�

�-- Angelus� hand at the church,� Buffy finished. She unconsciously rubbed her thumb over her palm as she remembered the electric jolt that went through her.

�So you�re out to make my un-life a living hell then, is that it?� Spike asked biting into the bag of blood. At her admission he felt sorry for her. He didn�t feel right about killing her without a fair fight. Angelus may have threatened him not to kill her, but when had he ever listened to his grandsire?

Buffy ignored his question and asked another of her own. �How do you know that blood isn�t poisoned?� Okay, so maybe it is Angelus, it doesn�t mean that Angel still isn�t in there somewhere, right?

Spike�s scarred brow quirked up. �I have Dalton check bags for abnormalities.� Just to be sure that Angelus hasn�t done anything to poison me as a means to get me away from Drusilla.

Buffy looked away and said under her breath, �He�s a faithful servant to want to be sure Angelus doesn�t kill you.� Not that I care whether Angel . . . Angelus kills you or not.

Spike�s vampire hearing picked up her statement and shrugged, �Dalton is the only one I trust of the lot of fledglings out there. He�s the one that stuck with me when Angelus took over.� Not that I ever gave a damn about the other minions. Minions are disposable.

Buffy regarded his reply casually. She wrinkled her nose as she watched Spike vamp out and rip the bag with his canines. She stood there transfixed � even as she wanted to look away -- watching his neck as his throat worked to swallow the blood. In some weird way, the sight of him drinking from the bag that way wasn�t abhorrent to her.

Spike felt her eyes on him and couldn�t suppress the playful growl that vibrated in his chest between swallows. He smirked behind the bag when he smelt her arousal. Buffy may hate his guts, but her body sure didn�t.

When he had drained the bag and discarded the empty receptacle in the trash can next to the bed and gazed at her, she darted her eyes away from him. She looked around the room trying to appear nonchalant about her thoughts concerning her mortal enemy as she berated herself. I was not just fantasizing about Spike�s throat. She repeated that thought over and over in her mind even as the blush warmed her whole face.

Spike grinned at Buffy as if he had read her mind. �What�s that you�re thinking, Slayer?� Slayer's getting turned on by the Big Bad. I can smell it from here.

He caressed her body with his eyes, slowly sliding over her face, her neck, stopping at the jugular pulse that he could hear beating fast as he kept up his perusal of her tight little body. He could see what had attracted his grandsire to her. What he didn�t understand was why Angelus never claimed her as his. His bastard of a grandsire was selfish and territorial if nothing else.

Buffy flushed under his penetrating gaze. Everything seemed to tingle wherever his eyes touched. She could feel him look her over and shook her head. �Nothing concerning you, Spike.� Yes it is concerning Spike but I would never admit to it.

�Sure, sure, deny yourself thoughts of the Big Bad,� Spike teased. Oh, yeah, she was in denial. Can�t bring herself to admit that good ol� Spike turns her on. Little Miss �I�m hung up in love with Angel, even though he�s back to his old self again� has the hots for me. He smirked and licked his lips at that thought. You just deny all you want, Slayer, we both know I�ll win this game in the end. I�ll have you hot, wet and panting, screaming for me.

�Well, considering Angelus is the one running things around here, can�t necessarily say you�re the �Big Bad� anymore, Spike. More like the �Little Bad,� Buffy giggled at the frown that marred Spike�s face. It serves him right to be taken down a peg or two after what Mr. High-and-Mighty thinks of me. I AM NOT turned on by Spike . . . I am NOT!

�Very funny, Slayer. I�d like to see you try to take Angelus out all by your little lonesome,� Spike suggested. �You couldn�t take him on any more than I could right now, Slayer.� Especially with your slayer strength depleted.

�Give me time, I�ll figure something out,� Buffy said, finally getting around the whole shocking evening to think of her friends.

She wondered if Giles or her friends had noticed her missing yet. Her mom must be frantic with worry. She had told her mom she was going to be right home after studying at the library with Willow and Giles. At least that was the story she told her mother. She still hadn�t told her mother she was slayer yet, and she dreaded that discussion like the Plague. Did it seem wrong somehow that she should be worrying about them now? I mean, Angel . . . Angelus kidnapped me and the shock of trying to figure why that happened sent my mind racing in a different direction than my friends and family. She frowned at that thought. Great now I�m a bad slayer losing my strength and a bad friend and daughter for not thinking of them upon first being kidnapped. Grrrr!

�Do you have a bathroom in this place that I can actually use?� Buffy finally spoke up. She had to get herself under control before Spike took notice of something wrong and decided to jibe her with it.

�Yeah, that door over there is a bathroom, and don�t be looking for an escape there either, even if you did manage to get to the outside through the vents, Angelus has minions all over the place and your strength isn�t quite up to par,� Spike reminded her as he watched her walk to the door his indicated.

She took a moment to use the facilities and stare hard into the mirror wondering how she would get out of this one when her strength seemed to be that of a normal girl. It wasn�t like she had a lot of options at the moment. She was stuck in a room, okay two rooms if you count this little bathroom, with Spike. She could tell the blond vampire was just loving and hating it as much as she was. But unlike her, Spike seemed to find humor in every situation he was in.

�You know, Slayer, this is a small room and it�s not like Angelus set you up with a cot here. But this bed is big enough for two. You don�t have to sleep on the floor,� Spike leered at her when he offered this as a form of truce when she had finally come out of the bathroom.

Buffy looked at Spike skeptically. He was suggesting that she, a Slayer, share the bed with him, a Vampire? Was he crazy? Did he think she was really that na�ve when it came to her duties? She couldn�t think of sharing a bed with a soulless demon. What would her friends say? What would Giles say? What would Angel say if he knew? She imagined the pained expression on his brooding face when he found out. But then it wasn�t Angel and there would be no pained expression. It was Angelus and whatever Angelus chose to do with the knowledge, right?

Spike watched the play of emotions race across her face as she contemplated his suggestion in amusement. All he was doing was offering her a more comfortable place to relax; he wasn�t out to fuck her or anything. Of the two previous slayers he had killed, he never thought to fuck them. He never imagined what it would be like. He just set out to kill them, not seduce them. And okay, so he tried to kill her on more than one occasion, but that was part of the Vampire-Slayer dynamic. He can�t go completely against his nature.

He figured he should ease her fears of being eaten by the Big Bad Wolf. �Look, Slayer, it�s a king size bed, you can hug your side of the bed for all I care. I won�t touch you. I promise,� he said with a lecherous smirk.

�Yeah, right, like I�d believe the word of a vampire.� Buffy scoffed at him. That smirk just told me everything you wanted to do to me, Spike. Why was she scoffing at him for something she was thinking of not an hour before? When did she become �Do as I say, not as I do� Buffy?

�My word is my bond, Slayer. If I promise to do something, I do it,� Spike defended himself. How does one sleep so close to Slayer�s blood and get distracted enough to NOT gulp it down in huge mouthfuls? Then it came to him: because she was weak and wouldn�t put up a proper and fair fight. He needed a good fight to feel as though he had earned it. To the victor go the spoils and all that rot.

Buffy thought back to the days when Spike first came into her knowledge. She remembered what Angel said: Once Spike sets his mind to something, he does it. He goes after it and doesn�t stop until everything in his path is dead. She wondered if it was true of everything Spike said. She gave him a questioning look.

Spike sighed. �I swear that I will not hurt you in your sleep. I won�t even touch you.� Even if it drives me to distraction because I�m just that bloody noble and it will slowly kill me not to sink my teeth in and drink deep.

Buffy gave Spike a suspicious look but moved to the far side of the bed and lay down anyway. Even with him a foot from her, she felt a longing feeling form and tighten in her chest. She told herself to go to sleep and stop thinking of the sexy vampire within reach. She didn�t completely understand why her body was betraying her like this, crying out for his touch. Here I am in bed with a man, no not a man, a vamp, something forbidden, so yeah, that's it that's why I�m turned on, not because it's Spike. She did not want Spike. She couldn�t want Spike. She turned her head and her traitorous body reacted to the sight of him as she felt wetness between her thighs. Okay, she wanted Spike, but she wouldn�t act on it. There was Angel to consider, no matter that Angelus was in the driver�s seat of her love�s body.

Spike covered his mouth as he tried to keep his laughter from bubbling up. He could smell her renewed arousal when she climbed on the bed. Yep, her body definitely wanted him, even if her mind hasn�t caught up yet. He could tell when they fought that she wanted him, and even now as she lay within reach, she still did. He was normally an impatient man, but this attraction that she was trying to deny was too good to pass up the opportunity to witness.

They fell asleep to their own respective thoughts. Sometime during the night the room became chilly causing Buffy to burrow under the covers and slide her way across the bed alongside Spike. He groaned in his sleep at the warm flesh that molded down his body. Absently he curled an arm around Buffy�s warmth and snuggled her body more fully into his own even with the blankets that separated them.

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Angelus and Drusilla went directly to their rooms after leaving Buffy with Spike. Drusilla lay in the bed while Angelus paced the floor in his anger at his grandchilde. �What do you think you were doing, Dru?� The last thing I need right now is my childe getting off on my grandchilde�s pain.

�I was bored and wanted to reward my sweet Spike for restoring my health. It was only a pastime, just a little foreplay of torture,� Drusilla pouted.

�I know he�s kept you company for a hundred years, but now that I�m back, I don�t want you to fret over him. Besides, now he has the Slayer to see to his needs.� Angelus said as he crossed the room to sit on the bed beside her, and brushed a finger down her cheek to caress his sire mark on her neck. �Dru, if you wanted pain with your pleasure all you had to do was ask me.�

�You want my Spike�s heart to stink of the slayer just as yours does?� Drusilla asked even as she pouted.

�I�m not in love with the Slayer, Dru. Why can�t you see that?� Angelus growled the question, his fingers never leaving her neck as they continued their caress.

�Oh, but I can. I can see all, my precious daddy. Angelus may not love the Slayer. But Angel does,� Drusilla whispered.

�Angel is weak. I�m glad to finally be rid of him. I�m sick of feeling like a defenseless human. That�s what a soul does, Dru. It makes you weak and defenseless.� Angelus was frustrated.

Drusilla beckoned Angelus closer. When he lay down next to her, she perched herself on her forearm and smoothed his brow with her free hand. �Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Shh, Daddy. You shouldn�t be bothered by it anymore. All will be right with the world again soon.�

�It had better be,� Angelus said before leaning over, vamping and sinking his fangs into Drusilla�s plump breast, pulling on the blood in long, slow streams.
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