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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
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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Remember
in the author's note at the beginning of this story when I said there would be
times when Spike would act very much like a vampire? This chapter is one of
those. It gets rough, so if you're squeamish, I'd suggest going elsewhere. But
if you like your Spike with a bite, then read on. Just
don't say I didn't warn you�

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"You're only going to get yourself
killed, you know."
Buffy ignore the Slayer, as she came down
the stairs and walked to the front door. "I'm not going to wait around for
you, Nancy. Spike is out there, and he's gone too long already without paying
for what he did to my mother." Buffy walked out of the house, slamming the
door behind her.
"Fine, let Spike rip out your
throat," Nancy muttered under her breath. "Can't
say I didn't warn you."
Giles stepped into the foyer a moment later,
a frown on his face. "Did Buffy leave?"
"Yes," Nancy replied.
"She's hell-bent on killing Spike,
G-Man," Xander called from the couch. "She's not gonna let Nancy stop
her."
Giles forced himself to contain his
annoyance with the teen boy. "Nancy, gather your weapons and catch up with
Buffy. What she's planning to do amounts to suicide."
"It's her choice," Nancy said.
"Why should I put myself in danger because she's reckless?"
Giles looked at her, his expression
unrelenting. "Because I am your Watcher and I am telling you to do
it," he replied, his tone leaving no room for debate.
Nancy gaped in surprise. Giles rarely talked
to her like that�if ever. "I'll get my stakes," she said, going up
the stairs. She got ready for patrol as quickly as she could, the current mood
of her Watcher leading her to believe that any hesitation on her part would not
be accepted.
When she went back downstairs, Nancy found
Willow and Xander waiting by the door. "Do you want us to come with?"
Willow asked.
Nancy shook her head. "No. It would be
too dangerous right now. Who knows what could happen if Buffy catches up with
Spike, and I don't want the two of you caught in the crossfire."
"If you say so, Nan," Xander
replied. "But we're just a phone call away if you need us."
"I know. See the both of you
later." Nancy stepped out of the house, wondering if she'd even be able to
find Buffy.

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Spike heard something, but with all the
whimpering and carrying on of his current prey, he couldn't concentrate enough
to suss out what it was. He snapped the young woman's neck and she fell silent
to the ground. There. That was much better.
He heard it again, a noise so quiet it
almost wasn't there. Someone was sneaking into this warehouse with him and
obviously trying to be stealthy about it. With his hearing, that was just
wasted energy. He sniffed the air, a smirk forming on his face as he caught the
scent.
"Just couldn't stay away from me, could
you, pet? You don't have to be shy, luv. Why don't you come out and play?"
She stayed hidden, but Spike could smell the trace of fear in the air now that
she knew he knew she was there, and the scent went straight to his groin,
making his jeans tighten. Maybe he could have a little fun with this one before
he killed her. It wasn't like he'd been spending any time with Drusilla in his
bed recently�
"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty," Spike
called, moving slowly towards where he knew she was hiding. A bolt from a
crossbow shot out from the dark, whizzing past his side. "Sorry,
luv. You missed me."
Spike heard the click as she loaded the
crossbow again, but this time he didn't let her fire. He knocked over the
crates she'd been using as shelter. "Found you."
Buffy tried to scramble away from him, but
Spike wouldn�t let her. Instead, he knocked the crossbow from her hands and
pulled her towards him. She broke away from his grip, coming around to punch
him in the face. Spike only grinned, wiping the blood away from his nose.
"Feel like playing rough, do you? That's all right, baby. It's just the
way I like it."
Buffy went towards her crossbow again, but
Spike grabbed her, hauling her up and holding her tightly against him so she
couldn't get to the weapon. "Let me go," Buffy said, struggling in
his grip.
"'Fraid I can't do that," Spike
replied. "You are here to kill me after all. Not so sure letting you go
would be healthy for me."
Spike was too strong, and Buffy knew she
couldn't break free of the hold he had on her now. He had her pressed against
him, front to front, his arms pinning hers to her sides. He had her, and she
had failed. She took a moment to ask forgiveness from her dead mother before
turning her head to the side. "Get it over with."
Spike's demon visage shifted into place at
the sight of her neck bared to him, waiting for his fangs to sink into what was
being offered. It was tempting to taste her now, but it would be such a waste
to leave her untouched. He inhaled deeply, her scent washing over him.
"Not quite yet, kitten. Gonna have a little fun with you first."
Buffy frowned in confusion, wondering what
he could mean by that. Then it dawned on her as she realized what part of him
was pressed up against her. Her eyes widened. He couldn't honestly� He leaned
in and kissed her, his tongue forcing entry into her mouth. He did�
Spike had debated for a moment over whether
or not to take the time to kiss her, and he was glad he had made the decision
to do it. She tasted wonderful, the warmth of her mouth amazing, and he
hungered for more. His fangs nipped at her lips and tongue, and he could taste
her blood in his mouth, feeding his desire. And when her tongue began to
actively meet his and a hint of her arousal hit his nostrils, Spike couldn't
help but groan and thrust against her.
Buffy realized with a flash of horror that
she was responding to him. The monster that had murdered her mother was kissing
her and she was kissing back. This was wrong. She'd shamed her mother enough
with her inability to get revenge. She needed to pull away, to try to fight
again. Killing her was one thing, but this�
Spike felt her body tense up, and he moved
his hands under her shirt, pushing the cups of her bra out of the way and
massaging her breasts. Whether she was compliant or not didn't really make a
difference to him in the end, but he'd been enjoying her response. The scent of
her arousal made it all the sweeter� His thumbs flicked over her hardened
nipples, and Buffy moaned, arching into his hands. Spike smiled against her
lips, knowing he had her. It wasn't often that a woman could resist him when he
didn't want her to�
Buffy's mind seemed to have all but shut
down. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, that she should be thinking about
what he had done to her mother and not what he was doing to her right now, but
the assault on her senses was too much. Unarmed and at the mercy of a vampire,
she had very little doubt that she was going to die that night. Maybe if she gave in, let herself feel what he was offering, it
would make facing that easier.
She knew it was wrong to take that last bit
of solace in the arms of your killer, but as he pulled her jeans open and
pushed his hands between her legs, that didn't seem to matter anymore.
Spike could feel how tight she was, even as
her moisture coated his fingers, making their rough slide inside her a little
easier. He couldn't get in much further than about an inch, and he knew filling
her with his cock would prove difficult. But he wasn't going to stop or even
slow down. She was grinding against him, a glassy look to her eyes, and it was
turning him on too much to not have her right then.
With a growl, Spike shoved her against the
wall, roughly pulling down her jeans. When they stopped at her shoes, he pulled
harder, tearing the thick denim until they were hanging off one leg. Buffy's
arms and legs went around him, clinging to him, and Spike unbuttoned his own
jeans, freeing his cock from its confines.
Spike held her up, poised at the tip of his
cock, and watched the blonde he had pinned for a moment. Her face was flushed,
her eyes closed, and he knew she was gone�lost in her body's reaction to his
touch. He pulled her down on to him, using his superior strength to force his
way in when her small body tried to reject his girth. Her eyes popped open, a
scream torn from deep in her throat, and Spike knew without a doubt that he was
the first man to touch this girl. He gritted his teeth, stilling his movements
more for himself than for her. It had been a while since he'd last taken a
human, and he'd forgotten how hot they were. Or maybe this one was just hotter
than most. She was like thrusting into warm sunshine�
Dru's ramblings from earlier in the evening
came rushing back to him, and Spike had to fight the near-hysterical laughter
that threatened to break forth. Sometimes that woman made more sense than he
thought even she realized.
Buffy pushed at Spike's shoulders, the pain
bordering on unbearable. He was nearly ripping her in two, and she squirmed and
pushed, wanting him off of her.
Spike gave a low growl as he felt her
responses stop being welcoming towards him. No matter how much she struggled,
he certainly wasn't going to stop now, not with how tight and hot she was. But
he'd also been enjoying her earlier enthusiasm, and he wanted to feel her move
against him.
He wanted to know how sweet her blood would
taste when she was in the throes of an orgasm�
He kissed her, stifling her cries of pain as
he reached between their bodies with one hand, finding her clit and rubbing it
hard.
Buffy stopped struggling as the pain began
to fade, replaced by the shocks his fingers were making course through her.
Some of the pain remained, his rough thrusts heedless of her torn, untried
body, but the pleasure was enough now that it didn't matter. It only added to
the overall sensation.
Spike pulled his lips from hers, noticing
that the cries she made now were again ones of pleasure. She was no longer
pushing him away, but pulling him closer, her hips coming up from the wall as
best they could to meet his thrusts. He could feel her getting close, her
already wonderfully tight vaginal walls growing tighter, squeezing him harder than
he ever remembered experiencing before. The sounds she was making were nearly
inhuman, and they only served to drive him further out of his mind.
When she bucked hard against him, the scream
she let out the loudest yet, Spike knew she had reached her peak. He moved in
then, his fangs ripping into her throat as he came inside her, filling her with
his cool, dead seed as he took her warm life's blood.
As he heard her heartbeat slow, Spike dropped
her, letting her fall to the ground in a heap.

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Drusilla and Angelus had apparently returned
from their hunt by the time Spike got back to the mansion, as Drusilla was
waiting for him. She flew at him in a rage, clawing at him, her nails scratching
his face deep before he grabbed her wrists and held her away from him.
"The pixies are whispering to me what
you've done, Spike, but I don't need to listen," she sneered. "I can
smell her all over you. Nasty bits of sunshine clinging to my
dark knight, making him too dirty for Mummy to bathe."
Spike was far from in the mood for
Drusilla's jealous snit. "Guess now you know what I felt every time you
came back from Angelus," he replied.
"You'll try to make her your pretty
dolly, but she doesn't want to play. She'll hate you. They always hate
you." She stopped, tilting her head and looking at a space somewhere
beyond him. "Limp, sentimental fool."
Spike roared, tossing Drusilla to the
ground. He'd had enough of this�her rejection, her cold words. He stalked
towards her, his demon at the surface until he heard her whimpering, cowering
from him. He softened then, his face going from demon to human.
"Dru�pet�"
Before Spike could make another move,
Angelus sauntered into the room, taking a quick look at the scene playing out
in front of him. "What's this? You finally grow a pair, Willie boy?"
"Piss off, Angelus," Spike snarled
back.
"I will as soon as I get what I came
for." Angelus held his hand out towards Drusilla. "Dru, I told you to
wait for me in the bed. I'm afraid there's going to have to be a
spanking."
Drusilla jumped to her feet, clasping her
hands together. "Ooh, how I do love a spanking! Can there be whips?"
Angelus shrugged. "If
you want."
"Dru an' I weren't finished talking
yet," Spike snapped at his grandsire.
"Yeah, you were," Angelus replied.
"Besides, it smells like you've already had your fun for the night. Been
playing with your food?" Angelus chuckled as he left the room, Drusilla
running along behind him.
Filled with anger and frustration he could
do nothing to truly vent, Spike picked up a chair, throwing it at the closed
door with a roar.

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Still with me on this one? It is going to be dark for a while, but I promise
you the whole story won't be all angst.
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