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Out of My Head	By : agalaxyinblueeyes Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 2790 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-out of my head
- 2-part i
- 3-part ii
- 4-part iii
- 5-part iv
- 6-part v
- 7-part vi
- 8-part vii
- 9-part viii
- 10-part ix
- 11-part x
- 12-part xi
- 13-part xii
- 14-part xiii
- 15-epilogue
- 5
- 6
- 7
Out of My
Head

...part
V...

She just really
needed someone to talk to. Really, it had nothing to do with the way
he�d been with her last week. Nothing to do with how sweet and gentle and kind
he�d been. Nothing at all with how he could�ve taken full advantage of her,
fucked her to death, drained all her blood and left her for dead, but chose not
to at the last minute and instead climbed out her window.
Nope, nothing at
all. Totally innocent.

Ugh,
dammit, it was getting extremely hard to toss Spike in the same group as
evil! Especially when he seemed to be playing the part of a bad puppy with a
good streak.

Hehe.
He would kill her in an instant if he ever heard her say that out loud, and she
damn well knew it.

The
thought still made her grin involuntarily. <Hah. Spike being good.>
Now THAT was a major funny.

Well,
anyway, she had to get some things off her chest. She was to be due at the Magic
Box�s brand new training room � courtesy of Giles and Xander (and it was
really a miracle that the Magic Box Owner�s Curse hadn�t yet fallen on him)
-- in an hour for a round of sparring with Giles. But it wouldn�t hurt to stop
by to just... check on Spike. She hadn�t seen him since their mini rendezvous
the week before and it was starting to grate on her nerves.

O-kay,
so it was more like shredding her nerves.

She
just could not understand what the hell was going on lately. The world was
starting to crash down around her. Not for the first time, but it had already
passed the way-too-many-times-to-count mark. Riley was nothing more than a
completely annoying hassle anymore. Mom had just recently had some sort of sick
spell. It had come out of nowhere, and she just couldn�t understand it.
Something was wrong with her... and it scared her. Really, really scared her.

And
on top of it, Dawn wasn�t real.

She
had performed a spell � a very useful Willow suggestion � and everything had
been in a daze. Everything had been real, had felt normal. But pictures of her
family had confused her, Dawn�s bright, happy image flashing in and out
eerily. She�d passed by Dawn�s room � a room that also flashed in
and out of focus. The room wasn�t really Dawn�s. It was filled with
cardboard boxes, belonging to her mother.

And
then there was Dawn herself.

Dawn
was flashy, too.

Who
in the hell was the jackass that was screwing around with her now?

Dawnie
wasn�t real. Nothing that was remotely associated with Dawn was real. So if
Dawn wasn�t real, then why in the hell was she here?

Whoever
it was that was screwing around with her � and the whole damn town, apparently
-- had done a damn good job. Nobody else realized that her "sister"
was just a little bit different than was passing for regular in Sunnydale.

Even
Spike couldn�t tell the difference. Which was odd, since he was a supernatural
presence, and should�ve been able to detect other supernatural
presences. For Christ�s sake, she herself was the Slayer, and Spike could
scent her from the other freaking side of California.

Why
was that?

She
could wait until she got to the shop. She could. But she didn�t want to
risk letting the others know. Xander tended to have a big mouth, and would blurt
it within a 10�20 minute time span. Willow... Well, Willow was good
with the secret keeping. Sometimes. She winced as she remembered several times
before when Willow�s extra-hyper �I-know-nothing-see-nothing-hear-nothing�
attitude with secrets tended to become part of the �I-know-and-I-wanna-tell-but-I-can�t-tell-and-oh-god-I-can�t-keep-it-to-myself-anymore!�
variety.

Anya
could not be trusted to keep her mouth shut and that was final. Judging
by the way she opened her mouth up about her, um, sexual exploitations with
Xander, it would be so not of the good if she told her. And she didn�t
have anything against Tara, really. She just didn�t know her all that well,
and wasn�t exactly sure where the tall blonde witch stood.

Riley
was absolutely out of the question.

So
that left Giles. And Spike, for some odd reason. She didn�t know what it was,
but something made her feel like she could trust him. She stopped for a second,
inquiring the annoyance that was Buffy�s Life. She stomped her foot.

"Dammit!
It was so much easier when he hated me!"

It
was too hard. She was just gonna have to tell him to leave her alone again. The
feelings he�d invoked in her the other night were still shrouding her, and
making her dizzy. If Spike would just leave her alone, then she wouldn�t feel
so damn confused, and needy, and fluffy, and stupid, and so damn girly, and
Jesus H. Christ what the hell was wrong with her?

ARGH!

"Okay.
This is silly. I am not nervous about seeing Spike! I�ll just...
go to his crypt and talk to him about Dawn. I�ll tell him to leave me alone.
And then I�ll go. Far away. Very... very fast."

She
turned in the direction of the crypt and took a deep breath.

"I
can do this. I can go. Now. Now. Go NOW."

Her
legs refused to budge. She gritted her teeth. <Must move legs. Must move
NOW. Move, legs, move!>

"I�LL.
GO. NOW."

She
forced one leg forward, then the other. And finally she started to move.

And
once she started to move, she found that she couldn�t stop. Her legs acquired
a mind of their own, leading her nonstop to Spike�s home. She grumbled. It
figured. Looking up at the sky, she threw her hands up.

"Why
me?"

Spike�s
eyes glittered excitedly as a young minion rushed toward him, trying to look
(snort) dangerous. The elder vampire grabbed him by the scruff of the neck,
raising his knee and slamming the fledgling�s face into it brutally, breaking
the twit�s nose and shattering his teeth. Spike chuckled to himself, his
entire being practically glowing with malice. <Hmph. Too bad vamps can�t
get dental plans. It�ll take this one at least a week to heal.>

The
minion groaned and threw a weak punch, and Spike jumped back, one leg whizzing
through the air and knocking the fledgy in the head. The force of impact sent
him flying right into a gravestone, cracking his head open, and Spike pounced,
stabbing the twerp with gusto.

<Or
not.>

He
grunted and rubbed his nose, wiping himself off from extremely unworthy
vamp dust. Then hit the ground as another little toad attempted a weak sneak
attack on him, jumping off the top of a mausoleum. Christ, another few inches to
the right, and the dunce might�ve actually gotten him.

But
he hadn�t.

Spike
stood up, grinning insanely. Thank god. He�d been hoping that the fight
wasn�t over.

He�d
needed this. He�d �REALLY- needed this. He had to take his damn aggravations
out on something. Too many annoying things had been going on since last
week, and it was �really- making him hate the world. FUCK the world... well,
no. None of the Happy Meals deserved that. Much. No, better yet, fuck Buffy. Bad
and very thought-provoking terminology (and very, very enticing), but it
got the point through.

She
was driving him crazy, and he hadn�t even seen her for five days! Well, he
supposed it was better him seeing her than that prick of a boyfriend of
hers � Buffy had kept Riley away at the distance of a 100-foot pole for the
past week or so, while Spike had felt like a damn ping-pong ball, bouncing
between his crypt and the house on Revello. And when he wasn�t watching her
sleep through her window, he was daydreaming about her in the crypt. She was
always on his damn mind.

This
could NOT continue.

Oh,
and to skip along happily hand in hand with that, White Bread had been
snooping around in his crypt. <Probably lookin� for some sorta sign that
I�ve been shaggin� Buffy,> Spike thought now, his grin widening and
giving him a truly psychotic quality that Dru had never had.

He�d
instantly recognized that repulsive woodsy, outdoors-y scent when he�d entered
the crypt yesterday (he�d been out and about Sunnydale, fighting the
"good" fight and nicking a few packs of ciggies � you know, the
usual). And he�d literally had to dig his fingers into the walls to keep
himself calm.

Jesus,
he was gonna hafta smoke up a helluva storm to get rid of that nasty-ass smell.

BUT...
he decided not to go kill Dipshit. Mainly because he still had bouncy, happy,
giddy thoughts dancing around in his brain of Riley busting into the crypt and
finding Buffy in Spike�s arms. And, even better, he was praying that it
would eventually culminate into one bitchin� fight. That�d teach the little
schoolboy to mess with Big Bad.

And
it was really � really � fun to torture him.

Now
would be a real good time to practice.

The
nit�s face transformed into Riley�s and Spike abruptly snapped. He dove onto
the vampire and proceeded to beat the un-living shit out of him.

Fledgy
never knew what hit him.

Buffy
had heard the sounds of a fight from a long way�s back and, really, it only
figured that it was occurring in Spike�s area of the burial grounds. She raced
over and stopped short, staring at the spectacle presented before her.

<Damn.
He�s whaling on that vamp.>

...Yeah.
He really was.

Spike
was visiting nearly every single physical torture that he�d been taught as a
fledgling by Drusilla and Angelus. All except the very one that had given him
his name. The vampire he was utterly destroying couldn�t have been more than a
week old, and was enduring a huge amount of torture.

He
was NOT faring very well.

From
what Buffy could see, the newbie�s nose was broken, and there was a sharp,
jagged slice right down the center of his forehead about an inch and a half
long. Several teeth had been broken, and the thing�s borrowed blood was
gushing out of every single injury. It was limply cradling its hand, and it
looked like Spike had actually broken � no, shattered it.

She
winced as Spike began to ram the vampire�s head into a large, wide gravestone.
Repeatedly. By the time he let up, there was nothing vaguely recognizable about
it. Baby Vamp�s face was nothing more than a mushy mess of bone, blood, and
flesh, and he was nearing unconsciousness.

It
nauseated her.

Not
to say that Buffy didn�t enjoy the hunt. She loved it, and she loved
the fighting, but that was as far as it went. She wasn�t absolutely brutal
about it. On the first open shot she got, Buffy would dust the sucker. She
fought when she had to, and she dusted as was necessary. She did her duty.

But
Spike had tortured this little piss, and he�d enjoyed every bloody minute of
it.

Spike
jerked the minion upwards and prepped himself to torture the little prick more,
an insane grin plastered on to his lips, blood splattered on his face. Okay.
This was bad.

Even
Buffy had her limits when it came to stinky, smelly, stupid little vamps.

She
waited until Spike stepped back to kick him before she grasped a stake she�d
brought with her, and chucked it with perfect precision into the younger
vampire.

Poof.
Bye-bye.

Spike
did a double take, then looked in Buffy�s direction, before grunting and
rolling his eyes.

"Well
ruin my fun. You can come out now, Summers." Buffy carefully crept out from
behind the bushes, feeling extremely weary around the Master vampire.

<What
the hell was I thinking?> she thought. Not even a minute ago, she�d
been worried that as soon as she saw him, she�d jump on him and kiss him to
his second death! But now, after what she�d just seen him do, she�d come to
her senses. This guy was a vampire, a killer. He enjoyed it. And she�d
been ready to rape him? <Ewwww...> She folded her arms, a look of
disgust on her face.

"What
the hell �was- that? Why didn�t you just dust the shithead? Why�d you
hafta abuse him?" Spike rolled his eyes and glared at her before turning
away, lighting up a Doral (one of his many nicked ciggy packs). <Yeah, NOW
the bitch gets self-righteous.> When he turned back, Buffy was right next
to him, reaching up and grabbing the cigarette right out of his mouth. Spike
sputtered in surprise, trying to snatch it back.

"Hey!
Give it! Buffy, give it! Damn you, bitch, give it BACK!"

It
fell to the ground, meeting an extinguished end underneath Buffy�s very thick
black heel.

Spike
exploded and dove on her angrily, pummeling her in the stomach. Buffy let out a
surprised yelp and wriggled around, trying to get away.

"You
stupid bitch, why the fuck did you do that?!" he howled.

Wait,
what the fuck? Why was he so mad? It was just �one- fucking cigarette, and he
had plenty more packs at home!

As
soon as this clicked, he stopped, which gave Buffy a clear shot. She bucked him
up and kicked him three feet away before hopping to her feet. Walking toward
him, she kicked him in the side, making him groan and roll onto his back. She
watched him solemnly as she pinned his arms down, straddling his waist and
sitting on him. Spike whined, growled, hissed and struggled under her, trying to
wrench his arms out of her grasp. Dammit, he kept forgetting � he was the
Slayer of two Slayers. He�d bested two of them, but it sure as hell didn�t
mean that he was stronger than them.

"Lemme
go, dammit! Leggo! What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!" he griped,
finally flopping back and glaring at her, his lower lip jutting out in a sullen
pout. Buffy drew out another stake, one that she�d hidden under her jacket,
and brought it slowly to his chest, pressing the (really, really, really
sharp) point gently against his heart. Spike gulped hard, a real fear flickering
in his eyes as the point of the stake lightly poked through his black T-shirt
and pricked his skin.

"Now
listen to me," she started quietly. "Listen to me good. I have to talk
to you. I need to tell you something about Dawn. Don�t ask me why I feel the
need to tell you of all people, but I do, so you�re gonna shut your
hole and listen." Spike frowned, his head tilting to the side. Then he
realized that this was just Buffy�s way of calming him down. She wasn�t
gonna stake him.

<Well
thank god.> He�d thought that the claim had malfunctioned!

She
took the stake away gingerly, but didn�t move otherwise � because truth be
told, she really liked this position! Spike sat up carefully, leaning
back on his elbows. He stared up at her curiously.

He
didn�t mind this position either. He sensed her need to be serious, though,
and figured he could somehow manage to keep his beast-y hormones in check. There
would be no flipping of Buffy and no fucking her into oblivion.

Yet.

Buffy
sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Something weird is going on. I
don�t know what it is, or why it�s happening � well, no, I know why it�s
happening. I�m the Slayer, weird shit is my life." She closed her
eyes, then reopened them and looked earnestly at Spike. "But another thing
I know is that Dawn�s not real." Spike�s eyebrows shot upwards and he
reacted with confusion.

"Bitty
isn�t real? Whats�at mean?"

"It
means I did a spell. A spell to reveal if something magical was attacking Mom.
And instead, I discovered that my sister is �made- of magic." Spike
was... well... more than slightly shocked.

"Jesus...
Does any of the Scoobies know?" She shook her head.

"Just
you and Giles." Spike scowled.

"Take
that back! I am NOT a bloody Scooby!" His indignant reaction made her
laugh.

"Fine,
then. Just Giles. I don�t know, I don�t trust the others to keep it quiet.
Xander and Anya�s mouths are both as big as the Grand Canyon, and god, I swear
those two are made for each other." Spike chuckled and relaxed, laying back
and folding his arms behind his head.

"Well,
you�d certainly know, wouldn�t you? You are around those two twits
everyday. What about Red, an�, uh... Tara, is it?" Buffy shrugged.

"Again,
Willow isn�t exactly secret-keeping competent. And I have nothing against
Tara. I just don�t know her that well."

Spike
smirked.

"An�
Cabbage for Brains?" Buffy giggled, instantly knowing he was speaking of
Riley.

"I
haven�t even seen him since the last time he tried to talk to me. And somehow,
I have the feeling that he was only nice to Dawn because she�s my
sister." Spike was quiet for a moment, smiling up at her. His brain had
gone on leave, and he�d barely heard what she�d just said; this position was
getting to him...

"Y�know...
you look awful lovely up there, pet," he purred. When he�d sat up, Buffy
had slid down onto his hips, and Spike�s entire, ahem, anatomy was sick of
keeping its immediate reaction under wraps. So to speak.

Buffy
froze completely as she finally noticed the rising hardness against the inside
of her thigh, before bolting away from him and standing up.

<I
will �not- be turned on, I will �not- be turned on... There will be �no-
turning on of me by the evil blood-sucking demon!>

"No,
Spike, don�t even start! That�s the other reason I came to see you. I want
you to stay away from me. Don�t touch me, don�t tease me, don�t mess with
my head, just back off and let me be. LEAVE. ME. ALONE."

She
ignored the constriction inside her chest and the warning twinge that ran down
her spine at her words. Spike slowly stood up and smirked.

"Riiight.
Like you really want that." Buffy frowned.

"I
do!" she whined. Spike rolled his eyes and made as if to stomp away. When
Buffy reacted, taking a step forward to follow, Spike spun and grabbed her arm,
flinging her against the wall of his crypt. Following quickly, he pressed
himself up against her, his hardened cock pressing right into her stomach. Buffy
drew a sharp breath, her head dropping back against the wall. She bit her lower
lip and refused to close her eyes, watching him wearily. He ran a hand from her
hip up slowly to a soft, small breast, squeezing gently, then a little harder
when Buffy whimpered. Leaning against her, his lips pressed to her ear, he
murmured, "You sure about that, pet?"

Pulling
away, he gave her a knowing look before rounding the corner and walking into his
home.

Buffy
watched him move away from her, and growled in anger, stomping her foot. Dammit!
Why did she keep letting him do that?!

She
flung herself after him, kicking down his door.

Something
about that entire encounter made him tense. Buffy had looked upset, then happy,
then upset, and now she was angry. <Holy shit,> he thought, as he
saw his girlfriend literally kick open the door to Spike�s crypt. He felt
giddy. She was finally going to kill him!

As
he expected, the sounds of a very loud fight began to echo back and forth across
the cemetery, Buffy shouting obscenities, (Buffy shouting obscenities?) and
Spike shouting them right back (Spike shouting... oh, wait, that was
nothing new.)

He�d
nearly been ready to run over to Spike and bury a stake in the vampire�s back
when he�d seen him press against Buffy, fondling her. The odd thing about it
was that Buffy hadn�t done anything to stop him (well, she hadn�t right
then. She was more than making up for it now). When he�d been following her,
he�d gotten the hint that Buffy was coming to see Spike, and he�d seen that
odd little exchange when Buffy had taken Spike�s cigarette. When Buffy had
straddled the vamp and held the stake to his chest, Riley had been praying with
all his heart that she would finally kill the stupid piece of scum, but then
she�d taken it away and had just sat there. On top of him.

Riley
shuddered at the image.

He�d
realized that they were talking by the hand motions and the jerking-of-heads
they kept making, but he couldn�t hear one word of the conversation.
Apparently, though, Spike had said something that Buffy didn�t like because
she jumped up and away from him. And after another short exchange, Spike had
thrown her against his crypt, acting very depraved.

He
snapped out of his little reverie when he heard Spike let out a startled yell.
Dammit! He was missing all the fun!

This
wasn�t usually the way he got his rocks off, but he was gonna take what he
could get. Buffy was on top of him, hitting him in the face, chest, and anywhere
else she found would cause him pain, except...

He�d
noticed she�d steered plenty clear of one � big � happy spot.

He
cupped her ass and flipped her over, shoving her against the dusty floor, aiming
a punch at the side of her head. Buffy jerked at the blow and sat up between his
legs, pushing him onto his back. Looking down at him, she smiled.

Oooh.
A new fighting position, maybe?

She
crawled up his body like a cat and sat bluntly on his chest, rising up with each
useless breath he took. She was trying really hard to keep herself under
control, but Jesus God, she was horny as hell now. What she wanted was to just
rub herself all over him, make him moan and squirm a little (more) and forget
about everything that had been plaguing her.

But
she couldn�t do that. It was bad.

Spike
noticed her distraction and took the open opportunity to roll her over onto her
back. Sliding up, he pressed himself against her and his hips gave their own
involuntary thrust. He could smell her desire � even if she didn�t realize
it � and it was driving him crazy.

Before
he could dive down on her, Buffy kicked him off again and jumped up, grinning
wickedly. Spike�s breath caught and he licked his lips. Christ, did she have
any idea of just how sexy she was with that look on her face?

Buffy
administered a full spin, kicking him right in the center of his chest, then
leapt on him, hooking her legs around his waist. She gave him a sharp uppercut
to the jaw, and Spike growled, acknowledging the slight pain before he jerked
her against him and shoved her to a wall, kissing her fiercely. Buffy responded
in kind, thrusting her warm wet tongue into his mouth. All too quickly, though,
she jerked away, and it was back to business, hitting him and causing him much
pain.

Spike
dropped her to the ground and backhanded her roughly, as ecstatic as he could be
that he was back to fighting the Slayer again, and not just taking her punishing
hits. Dropping to the ground, he stuck a leg out and spun, making an attempt to
bring her down, but his leg met with empty air as Buffy had jumped up when she
saw his intent. Pouncing on him, she kneed him in the ribs, then � in a rather
bold move for her � reached down to grasp him outside his pants, squeezing
almost painfully. Spike let out a startled cry and arched up, thrusting once
into her hand. Buffy leapt on him, shoving her lips to his in a brutal kiss,
biting his lower lip and making him cry out for joy.

Little
minx.

He
growled and rolled them over, grasping at her shirt and trying to tear it off.
He needed to see more of her, needed to feel more of her. But Buffy apparently
didn�t want that. She jerked away from him and lashed out, smashing her fist
into his nose. She obviously wanted to continue the fight.

Maybe
that was just how she got off.

Outside
he was getting frustrated. He wanted to shove her down, rip her clothes off and
fuck her to death. But inside, he was bouncing around, ecstatic. Human. Animal.
Equal. In every way. Just like him. God, he wanted her.

Grabbing
her by the front of her lacy peasant-style shirt, he lifted her up, then tossed
her like a ragdoll across the crypt. Buffy cried out from the impact of her back
against the wall, but recovered quickly, and came back just as hard. Her hits
were merciless, unrelenting, vicious, bloodthirsty, always accurate, always
landing exactly where she wanted them. Spike was equally brutal, equally
vicious. The first time he�d fought with Buffy, the first time he�d seen her
moves, he�d been hooked. He couldn�t get enough.

But
now it was something new. He wanted to fight her, always wanted to fight her.
Hell, he�d always wanted to fuck her, too. Now... Now, he wanted to love her.

Wasn�t
there some big cosmic rule somewhere up there stating that this was bad?

Oh,
god, who cared?

He
thrust his leg out and kicked her behind the knees, sending her to the ground.
Buffy grabbed his own legs and shoved him back, making him fly right into the
wall. Getting up, she ran for him, leaping on to him once again, her legs
wrapped tightly around his waist. Spike cried out softly as he felt her thighs
squeeze around his middle, so hard that his ribs were nearly cracking.

Stabilizing
herself with one hand on his shoulder, and one leg around his waist, she came at
him with a one-two hit that involved a punch to the jaw and a swift kick to the
head. Spike, for all the dizziness he was feeling from the punches, still
managed to right himself and grabbed her leg in mid-air, sweeping his large hand
down from the calf to the thigh. Buffy stared at him, refusing to let any
emotion whatsoever appear on her face, nearly biting her tongue in two when
Spike�s hand drifted down between her legs.

His
hand gently brushed over the hinge of her inner thigh, stroking slowly before
allowing his fingers to settle right at her jean-clad clit. He pressed his thumb
against it and Buffy�s hand suddenly shot out, grabbing the back of his head.
Her lips came down on his, sucking, licking and kissing fervently. Her tongue
slid along his lower lip teasingly before plunging into his mouth, and Spike
groaned, hiking her up in his arms. Stumbling across the crypt, he made an
attempt to find the big stone slab he napped on and, giving up, finally just
drew her to the ground. Almost instantly, Buffy rolled on top of him, her kisses
becoming fierce and nearly savage.

Spike
growled, and Buffy�s anxious motions stilled. She pulled away and looked at
him. Spike snarled softly. He wanted this girl. He wanted her more than
anything, and god dammit, he was gonna have her. He thirsted for her.

<Now
or never, mate,>
his demon growled. Spike grabbed the back of the Slayer�s head. Peering into
her eyes, he slid into game face and opened his mouth. Buffy stared at him,
licking her lips anxiously. She made no attempt to get away. <Is that the
claim, or is it her?> he wondered silently. Either way...

He
pulled her down and gently sank his teeth into her neck. Buffy let out a small
whimper, clinging to him tightly. Spike rolled them over, landing on top, and
slowly began to grind into her, his hands tracing a pattern across her body.
Buffy moaned, her hands reaching up to stroke his hair. "Oh, god," she
whimpered. Spike hardened even more, and let out a purr, which came out garbled
through the blood in his mouth. Swallowing, he pulled away for a moment, licking
her wounds, then put his lips against her ear, licking at her ear lobe.

"Mine,"
his voice rumbled contentedly, and Buffy felt a spark shoot through her body.
All at once, she realized what had happened back at the doctor�s office. She
understood it all. And she grinned.

She
grabbed his head and pulled it back down to her bite marks, a silent invitation
to drink more.

Oh,
she knew what he was hoping for. She fully realized that he�d claimed her.

But
he�d teased her mercilessly. And she wasn�t exactly content to sit back and
let him gloat around to everyone that he owned her. Because he didn�t.

Her
smile grew as Spike hungrily drank from her. She was so gonna make him
wait.

Riley
watched in horror at the scene before him. A random thought occurred in his
head. <If he�s such a great hunter, then why hasn�t he sensed me, yet?>

The
answer? Because his girlfriend was who Spike was more interested in.

He
thought he�d faint the second he saw Buffy smile at the vampire and bring his
face back to her neck.

And
he�d heard the whispered claim.

Oh,
shit, not good, not good, NOT. FUCKING. GOOD.

He
turned on his heel and raced toward the Magic Box. He knew, better than anyone
else, how much the Scoobies (except for Buffy�s sister) hated Spike. Maybe
once they heard about this, they�d accept him again and finally put the damn
vampire out of their misery.

Contrary
to what everyone (apparently) thought, he knew quite a bit about vampires.
Through Giles� study sessions, and Maggie Walsh�s intense analyzations,
he�d heard quite a bit about vampire rituals. The vamping processes, the
claims, thralls, et cetera. And he was judging that Giles knew a helluva lot
more about it than he did.

He
had to get to the shop, fast. Buffy�s life was in danger!

Spike
purred softly, nuzzling into his former enemy.

No,
he hadn�t fucked her. In that short amount of time? Pfft, yeah right. Spike
was *NOT* that... um, fast. (There was nothing of the term 'one
minute-man' or 'two pump-chump' where Spike was concerned. Really.) No,
at the moment, he was curled against her warm body, his arms around her waist, a
hand gently stroking her abdomen, his face butting gently into her neck like a
cat begging to be pet. Buffy in turn was nothing short of bewildered but she
looked contemplative. What the fuck was he doing? Spike looked up and observed
her.

"You
know I wouldn�t hurt you, right?" he asked, his voice a soft deep rumble,
echoing in the crypt. Buffy stared at him, thinking, her head tilted to the
side.

"I
know," she replied wearily.

This
was too fucking weird. She was curled up on the floor, her former enemy in her
arms... the one who�d been looking for her blood since the moment he�d met
her. Well, he had her blood now. But she wasn�t dead. And now he was lying
here, telling her that he would never hurt her. Buffy mentally groaned.

<
Oh, no, my life isn't strange. What makes you say that? >

She�d
pleaded with him to stop drinking the second she�d felt herself becoming weak.
He�d complied, albeit a little reluctantly. What exactly was it about
her blood that made everyone wanna drink her? Anyway, that was what had
surprised her. Spike had stopped, and she hadn�t had to bash him over the head
with a really big heavy object to get him off of her. He�d had complete
control of himself. Not like Angel.

She
looked over at him. She had to make sure.

"Have
you killed anyone?"

Spike
lifted his eyebrows. He was genuinely surprised. Hadn�t he told her that night
back in her room that she�d made him... ahem, impotent, once again? He
hadn�t made an attempt to kill after that. He�d still been attacking demons
and vampires and such. <Once a traitor, always a traitor,> he
thought with a sigh.

"No,
pet. I told you I couldn�t. I haven�t even tried since that little rank
bitch popped up, looking like you an� all." He tilted his head and looked
at her. "It is all your fault, y�know. I�m the saddest excuse
for a vampire ever there was." Buffy snorted.

"Yeah,
I�m so sure it�s my fault that you can�t kill." She paused.
"Oh... so... you want to kill?" He sighed.

"I�m
a vampire. �S in my nature. Y�know, havin� to satisfy the demon, all that
rot." Buffy looked queasy. "Oh come on, then! You�re not gonna let
that spoil it all, are you? At least I don�t wanna kill you!"
Buffy scowled and jerked away from him.

"Oh,
yeah, so that makes it all okay? You don�t want to kill me, but you still want
to kill other humans? Yeah, Spike, that�ll let you loose. Go on, wreak
havoc, kill people, just as long as you let the Slayer live. She has to
allow that!" Spike stood up quickly, scowling.

"Oh,
sod off, Slayer. You act as if this is new, like you never realized this before!
If you paid some attention, you�d realize that me, evil vampire," he
pointed at himself, "does not wanna kill you, goody-goody vampire
Slayer," he pointed at her, "an� that in itself is a huge bloody
step up from where we were last year!" Buffy folded her arms, silently
fuming at him.

"Am
I supposed to be impressed, then? Ooh, Spike doesn�t wanna kill me. I think
I�ll give him a cookie!" She shook her head, starting to pace. "You
know, you are one amazing vampire. You have such gall sometimes, and I can�t
believe that I�m still putting up with you, when I really should have
killed you the second you came back. Again." Spike growled.

"Well,
it was soddin� Harmony! What with her destroying my brain cells with her
talkin�... All her �Spikey, I need to eat, take me out to eat, treat my like
a soddin� material-y mother fuckin� princess,� YOU never would�ve
even fuckin� known I was back, an� I coulda killed you an� be done with
it!" She managed the most disgusted Look to cover up the sting she�d
felt.

"I
almost fell for that ridiculous act! I can�t believe I was so stupid! You are
so easily fucking readable, and I�m amazed that I actually let you get away
with what you�ve been doing to me lately! I know you claimed me, but
don�t fucking think it means anything. I�m NOT yours. I never was. I never will
be. This... thing you put on me, it�s gonna wear off, and the second it
does, you can kiss your stupid ass good-bye!" Spike stomped over to her and
grasped the back of her head, twining his fingers through her soft blonde locks
and shoving her head back.

"I
wouldn�t be talking to me like that if I were you, pet. After all, like you
said, I�ve claimed you. An� whether you think so or not, you are
mine. I could play with you like a cat with a mouse for hours, or I could just
kill you straight off. Your life is pretty much in my hands, an�
bein� your endearin�, Almighty-Bitch self ain�t gonna help your odds
any."

Maybe
it was the cold deadly glare in his stony blue eyes that made her want to back
down. But to be truthful, Buffy was about as bull-headed as Spike himself was,
so having a glaring match with Spike for dominance wasn�t going to help things
much. She leaned forward, making as if to kiss him, and when his face got close
enough, she head-butted him, sending his head jerking back as a roar ripped out
of his throat. Letting go of her, he jerked his arm back and hauled off, sending
a sharp, punishing blow across her face. Leaping up, he kicked her in the head
with one heavy, boot-clad foot, knocking her to the ground.

Buffy
let out a sharp cry when she hit the floor, but had enough sense in her still to
roll out of the way when Spike reached for her again. No, wait... no... Damn
that stupid vampiric speed. Spike caught her, picked her up around the waist and
threw her against the wall. Buffy stumbled and let out a soft, low moan of pain.
A patch of skin at her forehead had broken open, and now she was bleeding. The
dark crimson trickled down her forehead and started to blur her vision as it
seeped over her eyelids. She wiped it away impatiently and looked up, just in
time to catch the frantic stare on Spike's face. She tilted her head a little in
confusion.

Just
a second ago he�d been ready to kill her. And now he was wigged that he�d
made her bleed, by throwing her into a wall.

<
Jeeeeeesus. Hot and cold much, Spike? >

Well,
anyway, the look was gone now, and Buffy was struggling to get up. She looked
down at her blood-smeared hand, then up at the one who�d caused it.

And
now she was pissed.

Spike
let out a strangled grunt as Buffy threw herself at him, beating him anywhere
and everywhere, leaving no part of his body unharmed by her hands. Okay, so
throwing her into the wall had been a little much, but she�d pissed him off!
It had been a natural fighting reaction; that was all. Buffy�s fists were
coming in rapid succession now, one after the other, aiming at different
sections of his face. He could feel his left eye swelling, and blood was
dripping down from the lip that she�d managed to split four times in four
different parts.

Yeah,
he could safely say that he�d goofed.

No,
wait. Why the hell was he letting her hit him? He could damn well defend
himself at least. Didn�t fucking matter if this prissy little bitch was pissed
at what he�d done. She only had one little injury by him, but now he had
several by her hands. He was the Big Bad, goddammit, and he was not about
to let a prudish stuck-up bitch like Buffy forget that. Throwing her off of him,
he grabbed her by her hair and hauled her over to the sarcophagus, a deep,
resonating warning growl emanating from his chest and past his lips. He watched
as she attempted to stand her own, but he caught the flinch that was nothing but
two-twentieths of a second and imperceptible to the human eye.

Good.
She knew who was boss.

His
fingers tangled in her long blonde curls, his hand still clutching the back of
her head, he growled down at her, he growled, "I told you to watch what you
did around me. You never did take orders well, did you, luv?" Buffy growled
and struggled against him, trying to get him to loosen the death grip on her
hair � it was starting to hurt! Spike chuckled, entirely amused by her
attempt at resistance. Shaking his head, he punched her again before jerking her
head up to meet his.

Perhaps
he was a little too pleased by that pained yelp she let out.

"I
told you, pet. Your life is essentially in my hands. An� if I were you, I�d
get my act together, an� treat me with some respect. But since you don�t
seem to wanna do that, methinks �m gonna have to punish you."

Buffy
looked up into Spike�s blue eyes, which had changed from a teasing, sparkling
cerulean to an angry, deep, churning navy. And maybe, for the first time since
she met the peroxide blonde, Buffy was scared of him.

<Way
to go, Buff. Care to piss off any more master vampires while you�re at
it? Let�s call Angel up, shall we? Or how about Drac? We�ll have a fucking
party!>

Desperation
tended to make her have Stupid Thoughts. Calling up Angel was definitely not the
way to go, and summoning Dracula up was most certainly a big no-no.

Was
this another one of her �open mouth, insert foot� moments?

She
snuck another peek at Spike�s extremely brassed-off baby blues.

Yup,
probably.

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