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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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"Thanks for walking me home,"
Willow said as she and Spike stood outside her door. "Walking alone at
night in Sunnydale does sorta make the butterflies in my stomach start
a-flutterin'."
"Don't mention it, Red," Spike replied
with a nod of his head. "Now get in there so I can tell Buffy I saw you
safely through the door."
At that, Willow didn't linger. She said a
quick goodnight and dashed in through the front door, shutting it behind her.
Spike heard the lock click, then turned around,
fishing his cigarettes and lighter from his duster pocket as he walked down the
stairs, off Willow's porch.
He'd just taken his first drag from the
cigarette when Spike caught her scent. He wondered how long she'd been there,
and realized he hadn't been able to sense her near the way he once had.
"You can come out now, pet," he called. "It's not nice to stalk,
no matter what Daddy taught you."
Drusilla stepped out of the shadows and into
the moonlight, the glow from it around her white dress giving her an almost
ethereal look. "Daddy's gone, my William. I'm all alone."
"Can't say I'm feeling a lot of
sympathy for you," Spike replied, taking another drag from his cigarette
as he regarded his sire for a moment. She looked different to him somehow, as
if the woman he'd stood beside for more than a century was gone now.
Drusilla moved slowly towards him, her feet
seeming to glide across the ground. "I know you can't mean that, my
darling. Forget all this nonsense and come home with me. I promise not to
punish you too much for being such a naughty boy."
Spike flicked his cigarette to the ground
and snuffed it out with the toe of his boot. "No, Dru. We're over. Go make
yourself a new toy to play with, I'm done."
"She'll never love you!" Drusilla
screamed as Spike started to walk away. "You disgust her!"
Spike bristled. Drusilla always knew just
what to say to cut him, knew how to reach into his mind and snatch out his
darkest fears. He wasn't going to let her manipulate him this time. Spike had
meant what he'd told her. He was done playing her games. He turned and faced
her again, looking at her straight on as he spoke. "Still better than
having to spend another century with you."
Drusilla reeled backwards for a moment as if
struck before she flew at him, beating and clawing at his chest. Spike grabbed
her wrists, holding them up and together so her hands could no longer reach
him. "It's over, Drusilla. You drove me too far this time, and I'm not coming back. Pack up your frilly
dresses and your little dolls, and get out of town."
"I'll kill her!" Drusilla yelled.
Spike snarled, his demon roaring to the
surface as he backed Drusilla up and slammed her against a tree. "You as
much as touch her, and I will end you, Dru. I don't care what we had
together, she is my mate, and I will protect her from anything�even you."
For the first time in Spike's recollection,
Drusilla looked genuinely afraid of him. Then the fear turned to sadness, and
when Spike released his grip on her wrists, Drusilla reached up to run her hand
down her face. "What's happened to you, William?" She shook her head.
"No�I know what's happened. The pretty dolly's dressed you up in sunshine.
She's shared her spark with you."
"I'm a part of her now, same way she's
a part of me," Spike replied evenly.
"Then you really are lost to me.
There's nothing Mummy can do to save her wicked boy."
"No, pet. There isn't."
Drusilla gave him one more sad look before she
disappeared into the shadows, and Spike let her go.

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"I was beginning to wonder when you
were finally going to join me," Buffy said as she felt Spike slide in
behind her on the cot. "You've been back for at least an hour, but you've
been outside and all�fidgety. What happened?"
Spike didn't want to try to lie to her.
There wasn't any reason for it. "I ran into Drusilla."
Spike felt Buffy tense beneath the arm he
had draped over her waist. "Oh?"
"Yeah. She showed up right after Willow
went inside her house. It was sort of odd. I used to be able to sense her, get
this special sort of tingle when she was around. I thought maybe I still would,
her being my sire and all, but I didn't. Nothing. The only way I knew she was
there before she stopped hiding was her scent."
Buffy was silent for several moments before
she finally asked, "Did you want it to still be there?"
Her question almost made Spike angry. Hadn't
he already told her over and over that he loved her? Hadn't he shown her
how much she meant to him by giving up everything he was just to make her
happy? But then he felt her insecurity through the claim, and realized it
wasn't him she was worried about at all. It was her. She was afraid she
wasn't enough for him, that Drusilla had something she lacked. Softening, he
turned her in his arms so he could look at her face.
"Buffy, sweetheart, Drusilla is nowhere
near the woman you are. You're strong, and you're warm, and just a smile from
you makes me feel like I'm alive again. Drusilla turning her back on me in
favor of Angelus turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me,
because it led me to you, Buffy. And you're everything to me. My sun, my moon.
My heart�" Spike's mouth curved in a heartbreaking smile. "My
soul."
Buffy's eyes pooled with tears, and her hand
trembled as she reached up to touch his beautiful face. "Spike�"
"Tell me you're glad it happened, too,
Buffy," Spike implored her, his words soft even as the emotion behind them
was strong. "Tell me you're glad I claimed you."
"I am," Buffy admitted, her tone
almost a whisper. "Even with everything that happened, it� It was worth
it."
Her words did much to heal him, to soothe
over the pain he'd caused himself in hurting her. Spike had worried when they'd
first set out to return to Sunnydale that Buffy would no longer show him the
tenderness she'd begun treating him with, that the disapproval their
relationship was bound to meet from the Slayer and her Watcher would cause
Buffy to pull away, to go back to blaming everything on the claim. But she
hadn't. She'd continued to treat him as a lover and not a tormentor, and hadn't
seemed to take any of the words of judgment she'd heard to heart.
Spike also remembered what he'd overheard
her say to Willow when Willow had asked if Buffy loved Spike. Buffy didn't deny
it, didn't insist that she was with Spike because the claim made her be.
Instead, she'd begged off the question by telling Willow she hadn't been able
to tell Spike yet.
Hearing that answer had filled him with more
happiness than he remembered feeling before in his entire existence. Buffy did
love him. If she wasn't able to say it yet, Spike could live with that. He
could give her time. Just knowing she felt it was enough for the time being.
He kissed her, opening the connection
between them as he did and poured everything he felt into her, rejoicing again
when he felt it flowing back. Buffy pulled him closer to her, her hands
gripping his shoulders tightly, as if she feared he could slip away from her,
and Spike knew she was giving him something he never could've gotten from
Drusilla.
Warmth. Comfort. Love�
Spike slipped inside of her with ease, and
Buffy gasped against his lips, a tremor passing through her. They moved
together silently, communicating between each other without speaking, their
lovemaking becoming a conversation without words. With every touch of her skin,
every twist of her hips, Spike felt what she felt for him, what he had become
in her heart. With each of his deep thrusts inside of her body, every kiss that
took her breath away, Buffy knew she was the only woman he wanted in his arms.
They came together, pleasure rolling over
them both, rocking their bodies until they could take no more and collapsed
together in a heap, limbs entwined. Spike ran his fingers through the gold of
her hair, and Buffy pressed her face against his chest, her lips leaving tiny
kisses on his pale skin.
The couple remained silent as they drifted
off to sleep, nothing else needing to be said between them for the moment.

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Nancy sat up in bed, glaring at the wall.
She couldn't believe how badly the night had turned out. Angel was still being
moody, even when she'd gone over there to try one more time to get him to
sympathize with her plight. He seemed to think that going after Spike now would
only get her hurt, like she wasn't the Slayer
and capable of handling these things. Giles had kicked her out of her own home,
and to add extra insult to injury, Willow had turned her back on her, too.
She'd rather be friends with Buffy. Nancy didn't see what was so great
about Buffy anyway. For one thing, she was probably evil.
It wouldn't have surprised Nancy in the
least if it turned out that Buffy had been in league with Spike this whole time
and this was all just part of some elaborate evil scheme to get to her. Buffy
had used the connection she had to Giles through her mother�if that Slayer even
really had been Buffy's mother�to infiltrate Nancy's life and get her mortal
enemy a free pass into her house. Buffy had probably staged her fight with
Spike the night Nancy had met her in order to get sympathy from Nancy, as well
as the one later, in the warehouse. Spike had most likely been her lover all
along, and Buffy had been playing them for a bunch of fools.
Nancy wasn't going to fall for it. She knew
what sort of person Buffy really was, and if Willow and Giles couldn't see it,
then that was their problem. She knew that by leaving them alone in the house
with Spike and Buffy she was probably leaving her Watcher and former friend
vulnerable, but Nancy didn't much care at the moment. They'd chosen to abandon
her, to trust the vampire and his whore, and now they would have to pay the
consequences. If that meant death, well, they should've listened to her in the
first place. She was, after all, the Slayer.
And as the Slayer, Nancy had a job to do.
She had to stop Spike and Buffy, especially since it appeared that their plan
was not only to eliminate the Slayer but the entire Council of Watchers as
well. Then what? Where would it stop? Would Spike strive to truly live up to
the title of Slayer of Slayers?
Nancy threw the covers off of her legs,
deciding she knew where it would end. Right then and there. She was not going to let someone traipse
into her life and ruin everything the way Buffy Summers had. That evil little
bitch was not going to get away with anything she was planning.
Nancy got out of the bed, careful not to
step on Xander as he slept on the floor, curled up in a Snoopy sleeping bag
that probably hadn't been big enough to truly fit him in years. Nancy smiled
slightly. At least she still had Xander. He wasn't exactly any good in a fight
and tended to get in the way more than anything else, but it was nice to know
she had someone in her corner.
She took her cell phone out of her jacket
pocket and walked silently into the bathroom, checking right before she shut
the door to make sure Xander was still asleep. She shut the door behind her,
then pulled herself up onto the counter by the sink and entered a number into
the phone's keypad.
Two rings later, and there was an answer.
"This is the Slayer," Nancy said, her tone steady, even, angry.
"I have something important I need to discuss with Quentin Travers."

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Let me guess, you all hate Nancy?
Please review! And thank you to those of you
who didn't harass me about not being able to post Friday. I didn't even have
access to the internet, so I really do appreciate that most of you were understanding about having to wait.
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