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Giles knew the
moment Willow came into the library something was wrong. The red rims around
her eyes gave away that she'd been crying, but her face� She was stricken. He braced himself on the counter, waiting for the
worst.
For her part, Willow had rehearsed in her head over and over again what she
was going to say to break the news to Giles. She needed to ease him into it,
maybe tell him to sit down like they always did in the movies.
But when the time
came, all she could do was blurt out, her voice cracking from her tears,
"Buffy's dead!"
Giles had somehow
known she was going to say that, even if his heart hadn't wanted to believe
it�still didn't want to believe it. "Are�are you sure? Willow, what happened?"
"I saw her
last night," Willow said. She paused, a sob
bursting forth. "Giles, she's a vampire!"
It was even worse
than he thought, and Giles stumbled, barely managing to grab on to the counter
with his other hand and use both to pull himself back up. "No�please,
no�"
"She�she came
to my house," Willow continued. "She tried
to get me to invite her in, but something felt wrong, and I held up a cross.
And then she�I saw her face, Giles." The redhead stopped for a moment and
shuttered. "She ran off then."
"I
can't�" Giles shook his head, removing his glasses so he could wipe away
his tears. "I failed her."
Willow opened her mouth to
respond, to try to assure Giles it wasn't his fault at all, but before she had
a chance. Cordelia burst through the library doors.
"Xander's
dead!"
Willow and Giles both whipped
around to look at Cordelia, identical looks of shock meeting the sobbing
brunette. "What did you say?" Willow asked, her brain unable to
process the news that she'd lost her two dearest friends in only a day.
"Xander's
dead. I�" Cordelia stopped, her usual in-control demeanor completely gone.
"I went by his house to drive him to school, and there were cops
everywhere. They wouldn't tell me much, but when I explained I was his
girlfriend, they did tell me his mother had found him dead this morning."
Willow sank to the ground, her
head buried in her hands. "This is all my
fault."
"No, Willow, it isn't," Giles insisted.
"It is! It
was Buffy who killed him, Giles, I know
it. It just�it has to be. He must've invited her in! But he wouldn't have if
I'd just warned him!"
Cordelia took a
step back. "Wait�what's going on here? Did we find Buffy?"
Willow looked up at the
cheerleader. "Buffy's a vampire. She�she tried to
get into my house last night. She must've gotten Xander." She looked away,
her head hanging. "Only she wouldn't have it I had had the sense to warn
him instead of just sitting on the floor all night like an incompetent
idiot."
Giles took a
tentative step forward and put a hand on Willow's shoulder. "You
cannot blame yourself for this. For one thing, you have no idea if Buffy even
did this�or if she did, if Xander wasn't already dead before she came to your
home."
Willow shook her head, her body
drawing in on itself.
Her world was
crashing down around her, and the only person she felt she could blame was
herself.

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Buffy was bored.
She looked over at
Angelus and Drusilla.
Painfully bored.
It hadn't taken
her long to decide she didn't like hunting with Dru. The other female was
petulant and fickle, and the entire night had revolved around her from the
beginning. Buffy knew she, too, was manipulating Angelus with batting eyelashes
and a strategic pout, but honestly� Drusilla just kept pushing the envelope.
And if she called
Angelus "Daddy" one more time, Buffy might very well put herself out
of her misery and just stake herself.
"Daddy, can
we go find some nice little children to play with? I love the way they giggle
in my tummy."
Okay, that was officially it. Buffy decided she'd find
someone else to eat on her own.
"Why don't
you two do that. I'm heading back to the
mansion," Buffy announced.
"On
your own?" Angelus asked quickly. "Are you�"
"I'm done for
the night." She smiled sweetly at her sire. "You really wore me
out."
Angelus puffed up
his chest with pride. "Did I now?"
"Yup. So it's quitting time for me.
You two go, slaughter an orphanage or whatever."
"You're still
a fledgling, Buff," Angelus pointed out. "Are you sure you can�"
"Daddy, I
want to play now," Drusilla said angrily, stomping her foot. "Let the
dolly go on her own, I don't care."
"I'll be
fine. Besides, I think Dru wants some alone time with 'Daddy.'" Buffy
winked before turning around and disappearing off into the shadows, grateful
when she heard Angelus and Drusilla walk off in the other direction. She wasn't
sure how much more she could take of the two of them.
At least Spike was
sane. Relatively speaking, anyway.
Buffy turned onto Crawford Street, keeping her eyes open for
potential prey, when she spotted a girl probably around her own age on the
corner, her eyes wide as she trembled. She looked up towards the mansion,
realizing how close the girl was, and a plan formed in her head.
It looked like Spike would be getting a hot meal
tonight�
"Are you
lost?" Buffy asked the girl. Her demon face was long gone, and she looked
every bit the part of the high school student she used to be.
The girl turned,
startled, but immediately relaxed when she saw Buffy. After all, she'd been
conditioned not to talk to threatening strangers�not small, blonde teenaged
girls. "Yeah, I think I am. I'm new to Sunnydale, and I got all turned
around. I was trying to find these friends I was supposed to meet, but
now�" She shrugged sheepishly. "I have no idea where I am."
"My house is
just up the street," Buffy said with a perky smile. "Do you want to
come in and use my phone?"
"Would you
let me?" the girl asked. "I'd be so grateful."
"Sure.
Wouldn't be a problem at all," Buffy replied, trying to keep herself from
dancing at the ease of this. "Follow me."
Without any
protest, the girl followed Buffy, not a thought in her mind that she may be
being led to her death.
"The phone's
right in here," Buffy said as they walked into the mansion.
"I can't see
anything," the girl protested, trying to squint in the dark.
"Sorry. The
light burnt out right before I left, and these high ceilings are a bitch to
deal with. But the phone's right in here. Come on." She placed her hand on
the girl's arm and led her into another room.
It took a moment
for the girl's eyes to adjust from the darkness to the dim candle light, but
when they did, she gasped. She was in a bedroom now, a man dressed all in black
reclining in the bed.
The man grinned,
and the girl's earlier ease was gone. Whoever this man was, one look from him
could fill her with sheer terror.
"Well, well,
well, what have we here? Did you bring me delivery, pet?"
"Yup, sure
did," Buffy replied, obviously very pleased with herself. "I thought
you'd like something fresh."
Panicked, the girl
turned, only to scream when she saw Buffy, the blonde's vampire face now in
place. She stumbled and turned again, only to see Spike's face had changed as
well.
Buffy grabbed the
girl and shoved her onto the bed, forcing her in Spike's lap. The girl
struggled, but she was no match for the vampire's strength, and soon, Spike's
fangs were embedded in her neck.
Buffy watched
Spike feeding, the sight making her tremble in desire. While she'd found him
attractive before�even if she wouldn't have admitted it�knowing what he was
kept her just repulsed enough to never dwell on his looks. But
now� He was a vicious, bloodthirsty killer�
And it really turned her on.
When the girl was
drained, Spike pulled up, his tongue coming out to lick the excess blood off of
his face. Buffy grabbed the limp body and threw it to the other side of the bed
before she jumped into Spike's lap, straddling him as she grabbed his mouth and
kissed him, moaning at the taste of both him and fresh human blood.
"Fuck me,
Spike," she begged, writhing in his lap. "I want you�"
"Where's
Angelus?" Spike asked, Buffy's kisses making him pant.
"He and Dru
are still out. We're alone."
That was all Spike
needed to know. With a snarl, he flipped them over, relishing Buffy's squeal of
delight at his actions. He wanted her�had since the moment he'd seen her
really�and he wasn't going to pass up his chance at her now. The Slayer was a
hot little thing, even if that was more figurative than literal now, and with
warm blood in his veins and Dru's bed denied to him for so long, he wanted
nothing more than a good, hard fuck.
There was no
caress, no foreplay as Spike pushed Buffy's skirt up past her hips, snapped
open his fly, and thrust into her body. She cried out in delight, her legs
wrapping around him to hold on as he set a fast, punishing rhythm.
Buffy's eyes
rolled back in her head, a fang-filled smile on her face. Angel had never been
able to give it to her like this�with or without the soul. Spike was so long,
so thick, and he filled her until she thought she would burst.
As her orgasm
approached, his thrusts only grew in strength, making Buffy scream. She reached
out blindly, searching for something to hold on to and finding the dead girl, frail
human bones crushing beneath her superior strength.
The second he felt
her muscles fluttering around him, Spike let himself go as well, shouting out
in heartfelt release.
He collapsed on
top of her, but Buffy didn't push him off. Instead, she held him closer,
letting him bury his face against her neck. That had been�
Well, to say he'd rocked her world certainly
wouldn't have been an overstatement.
Still, her real
joy lay in how much Spike seemed to have enjoyed it. She wanted him to desire
her�to desire her enough to want more.
Buffy sighed.
"I wish it could be like this always. I'm so much happier when I'm with
you."
Spike looked up,
his head cocked to the side. "You don't like Angelus?"
Buffy shook her
head, pouting prettily. "No. He doesn't know how to really please
me." She stroked his cheek. "Not like you, Spike."
Spike had to
admit, were he a lesser man, he'd be putty in her dainty little hands right
now. However, he was smart enough to know when he was being played�even if his
cock was screaming at him to just go along with it if it meant more sex like what
they'd just had.
He pulled up,
refastening his jeans before he knocked the dead girl to the floor and took
over the spot where she'd been. "All right, Buffy. Just tell me
straight�what game are you playing?"
Buffy blinked and
straightened out her skirt. "Game?" she asked.
"You want
something out of me, and you're playing me off Angelus to get it. So cut the
crap and give it to me straight."
Buffy was silent
for a moment as she decided what to do. She'd picked Spike out at the very
beginning as her only possible ally, and she hoped she hadn't been
miscalculating. Finally, she spoke, giving him the blunt answer he wanted.
"I want to
kill him."
Spike's eyebrow
arched up, Buffy's response not entirely what he'd expected. "You want to�
I thought you were all in love with him an' whatnot."
"I hate him," Buffy replied with a
snarl. "I remember my last days as a human, Spike. I remember every sick
thing he did to me, just to hurt me. And this�what I am now�he did that to hurt
me, too." She paused for a moment, then shrugged.
"Granted, I don't know what I was so afraid of when I was alive, 'cause
this whole being a vampire thing is wicked cool, but Angelus knew when he was
doing it to me that he was going to be forcing me into my worst nightmare. He
wanted to break me. But he didn't�and now I want my revenge."
Spike looked at
her for a moment, processing her little speech. It wasn't common for a fledglings to be so vehement about killing their
sires, no matter what the circumstances behind their turning was. Maybe it was
a bit of the Slayer left in her, Spike didn't know.
"So you want
me to kill him for you?" Spike asked.
Buffy shook her
head. "No. When I find my chance, I'm killing him myself. But I�" She
stopped and looked down, almost afraid to admit the whole truth, but knowing
she had no choice but to lay her cards out on the table if she wanted to get
what she needed from him. "This world is all new to me, Spike. I don't
want to be alone in it."
Spike searched her
voice for any sign of guile this time, but found none. He knew what she was
feeling, remembered the early days of his vampirehood
and the uneasiness that came with finding everything suddenly different. On the
one hand, it was all amazing, but on the other, it was overwhelming.
"You just want
my promise I won't abandon you then?"
Buffy nodded.
"And�and I want you to be like my sire. I want you to teach me what I'm
supposed to do."
"You want me
to be like your sire when you off your actual one?" Spike asked, wanting
to clarify for himself that she really was making such an unusual request.
"Yes."
He took a moment, mulling
over her request. Offing Angelus certainly didn't rank high on his list of
things that he least wanted to see happen, but it could still cause ripples in
his little macabre family.
Big ones.
"You're going
to do this, regardless of my response, aren't you?" he asked.
"I am. And
honestly, if you get in my way, I'll dust you, too."
Spike gave her a
quick nod, appreciating her truthful answer. "I wouldn't mind the wanker
gone either, but the fact remains, Dru's quite fond of him. He dusts, she's not going to be happy."
Buffy rolled her
eyes. "So you're what, going to let him live because you're psychotic ho
of a girlfriend wants him to keep banging her?"
In an instant,
Spike's relaxed demeanor was gone, and he rolled over, pinning Buffy down to
the bed with bruising force. "Don't you ever talk about Drusilla that way, you hear me, girl? You're nothing to me compared to her."
Buffy nodded, even
as she struggled under him. "Yeah, okay. Get off me."
Spike squeezed her
wrists, making her wince, but rolled off again. "I never said I didn't want
him gone because of her�I just said she wasn't going to be happy. She's going
to make quite a fuss. What I need from you is a promise you'll let me handle
her and not harm her in any way. I won't lose Dru."
Buffy really
didn't like that amendment to her plan. She'd sort of been hoping Drusilla
could meet the pointy end of a stake, too. But she supposed she could put up
with her as long as Angelus was gone�and as long as Spike still paid attention
to her.
And hell, maybe
Buffy could eventually convince him she was the better woman anyway, and he'd
ditch his loony hobag sire.
"Deal,"
Buffy replied. "Only Angelus fits in a Dust Buster."
"Then you've
got my support."
Buffy smiled
brightly and leaned in to seal the deal with a kiss before she rose from the
bed. "I'm going to clean up before Angelus gets home. You should, too. He
won't be happy if he smells us on each other, and I so don't feel like having
to spend another night pretending to be terrified. Hello,
vampire here�like I'm going to tremble at the prospect of whips and
chains."
Spike allowed
himself a blissful moment to indulge in the image that brought to mind before he shook his head. "Right, clean
up. And we should probably take out the garbage, too," he added, nodding
his head back towards the corpse.
"Yeah, that.
I'll come back for it soon."
She gave Spike a
quick wink before leaving the room.

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