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Darkening of the Light	By : addielogan Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 6342 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Come nightfall of
the following day, Spike still hadn't left the bed. His eyes remained open, yet
when Buffy spoke to him, he showed no type of response.
She knew he was
hurting. Even with as much as she'd hated Angelus for what he'd done to her human
self, a part of her still ached with the loss of her sire. If she could hurt
even this much, then the pain for Spike must've been unbearable.
She wondered if a
vampire could dust from force of will alone. If nothing else, he showed no
interest in feeding. How long could a vampire last without blood? It was a
question she didn't know the answer to, and she may never know if Spike wasted away and left her alone.
The thought of
losing Spike now terrified her. As odd as it seemed to the part of her who was
still just Buffy Summers, the demon part of her recognized him as family�and
the only family she had left. If he were gone, too, then who could possibly
ever fill that void?
Buffy dressed
herself and left the mansion, noticing with a strange pang in her heart that
Spike didn't even seem to care she'd gone. She didn't like him like this. Spike
was supposed to be, well, Spike.
Without the snark and the swagger, he just wasn't right.
She made her way
to the Bronze, sure she could find something there to whet
Spike's appetite. Perhaps with a nice, firm-breasted meal, he'd start to feel
like his old self again.
A grin spread
across her face as she saw her quarry for the night. As annoying as that little
bitch had been, Buffy would enjoy watching Spike make her scream.
"Hey,
Harmony," Buffy said cheerily, relishing the look of contempt she got in
response. It would be one of the last ones Harmony Kendall gave, after all.
"Uh, like who
died and gave you the right to speak to me?" Harmony replied, rolling her
eyes.
Buffy shrugged.
"Yeah, I know we're not friends or anything, it's just, well, I heard
about this really awesome party going on tonight with lots of college boys and
free beer, and I thought maybe if I showed up with someone as hot as you, they might
actually let someone like me in," Buffy replied, fighting the urge to
laugh.
Harmony paused,
her eyes lighting up at the prospect even as she continued to look at Buffy as
if she were dirt. "There's an awesome party tonight?"
"Yep. On
Crawford Street. I heard some guys from the USC football team are even
in town for it. Big stuff."
Harmony flipped
her hair. "Oh, that. I knew about that, of course. I just didn't think
anyone as lame as you could know about that
party." She rolled her eyes dramatically, then
sighed. "But I guess I could do like, my good
deed for the day and let you go with me."
"Oh, thank
you, Harmony," Buffy replied, glad Harmony was too stupid to recognize
fake sincerity. "I'll owe you so much."
"Uh
huh. Of
course you will. Now show me where this party is." Harmony stopped for a
moment. "Not that I don't know
where it is, I just want to make sure you really do."
Buffy fought back
a smirk. "All right then. Let's go."

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"Are you sure
there's a party going on here?" Harmony asked as Buffy brought her into
the mansion. "It's all dark, and it smells funny."
"Oh, there's
a party here," Buffy said, smiling as she stood behind Harmony. "Right through this door."
Buffy led her into
the bedroom, but Harmony stopped when she saw Spike on the bed. "What the
hell? Are you trying to like kidnap me to force me into some freaky threesome? Because I only do that if it's boy, boy, girl. With me being the girl of
course."
"Oh no,
Harmony, I didn't lead you in here for a threesome. I led you in here so he
could kill you."
Harmony sighed in
relief. "Oh, that's good� Wait, what?"
Buffy chose that
moment to shift into her demon face, and Harmony screamed at the top of her
lungs. She tried to run, but Buffy moved too quickly, and soon had a hold of
her. She brought the screaming, struggling teen over to the bed and dumped her
next to Spike, straddling Harmony's waist to hold her down.
"Here. It's
fresh�I didn't even take a bite, even though I had to listen to her yammer on
and on all the way down here. Come on, baby, eat something."
Spike stared
ahead, not looking at either of the blondes in his bed, and Buffy sighed.
"Look, I know you're hurting because of what happened with Dru, and I am
sorry for that. Really, I am. But you have to eat. It'll make you feel better. At least a bite?"
He still wasn't
responding, and Buffy sighed heavily. She needed to get his attention, needed
to snap him out of this. She knew he could hear her, but he was just being
stubborn�
Knowing Harmony
would try to run the moment she got up but wanting the girl still alive for
Spike, Buffy pulled back and snapped both of Harmony's legs, relishing both the
other girl's screams and the sounds the bones made when they broke. Beautiful music to her evil ears.
Harmony whimpered
and sobbed, flopping like a fish, as Buffy climbed over to Spike and straddled
him. She leaned in and nipped at his neck, then licked it with a slow, languid
lap.
"It'll be
okay, baby," she purred in his ear as she began to grind herself against
his cock. "You and me�we're gonna fit so good together. You'll see. We
could bring this town to its knees, Spike, just the two of us. But you're going
to have to snap out of this first."
Spike snarled, and
Buffy delighted in his first response all day.
"That's it,
baby. Show me what you are. You're a demon, Spike. Ruthless.
There's a screaming, crying girl in your bed. Kill her. I wanna watch you rip
her throat out."
Spike snarled
again, this time pushing up and knocking Buffy back down to the mattress. She
squealed in delight as he then turned to Harmony and hauled the girl's broken
body to him.
"Please don't
kill me," Harmony whimpered, flinching away from Spike's demon face.
"I'll�I'll do anything."
Buffy leaned
forward on her haunches, evil glee twinkling in her eyes. "Kill her,
Spike. It makes me so hot to watch you feed."
Spike trembled at
Buffy's words, the tone in which she said them alone enough to drive him wild.
His demon took over, pushing away the pain of the man, his world focusing in on
two things only�the blood pumping in his prey's veins and the sweet scent of
arousal coming off the female vampire nearby.
He opened his
mouth, ready to rip open Harmony's neck, when Buffy reached out and stopped
him. He turned, looking at her quizzically.
"No, I don't
want you to drink her there. Drink her here." Buffy's hand molded over
Harmony's soft breast, then squeezed hard enough to make the girl whimper in
pain. She needed him to give into the
demon fully, remember what he was.
Spike met Buffy's
eyes, a slow grin going over his face. God,
she was a fucking twisted little thing� He loved it.
"Share her
with me, pet," Spike said, his voice rough as he
got caught up in the moment, in sensation. "You take her here." His
hand ghosted over Harmony's inner thigh.
Buffy's grin
widened, excitement humming in her. A shared look, and Spike and Buffy both
ripped at Harmony's clothes, her pleas only making them savor it more.
In unison, they
sunk their fangs into supple flesh. Buffy looked up from her spot between the
girl's thighs, watching with lust as Spike pulled blood from Harmony's full
breasts. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen, and she knew she
wouldn't be able to keep her hands off of him once their prey was dead.
Still, they drank
slowly, savoring both the taste of Harmony's blood and the sound of her tears.
She eventually became too weak to scream, yet her pitiful cries were still
enough to please the vampires.
When the body
beneath them finally stopped its trembling and grew limp, Buffy and Spike
pulled up, their yellow, feral eyes locking. Spike grabbed her and threw her
facedown over Harmony's waist before he pushed up Buffy's skirt and thrust into
her from behind.
Buffy was coming
in moments, the gruesome version of foreplay they'd engaged in doing more than
enough to get her ready. Spike continued to pound into her, snarling fiercely,
the action drawing out her orgasm until Buffy was wailing.
He leaned down and
bit her when he came, his fangs imbedded in her shoulder. It only served to set
her off again, and Buffy's eyes rolled up as she jerked and trembled, then
finally collapsed, sandwiched between Spike and Harmony's corpse.
After a moment,
Spike let her up, and Buffy turned to face him. His lips were still covered in
blood, and she grabbed his head, pulling him in for a kiss. They licked at each
other's mouths, sharing the last bit of their meal, and moaning in pleasure.
When they broke
apart, Spike met Buffy's eyes, then stroked his hand across
her cheek. "Thank you."
She looked down,
her sudden shyness belying what she really was and what they'd done. "I
couldn't lose you. I need you here with me, Spike."
Spike cocked his
head to the side, regarding her before he asked her the one, all-important
question. "Do you need me, or do
you just not want to be alone?"
Buffy paused,
searching a moment for the answer, then feeling a little surprised when she found
it. "I�I need you."
She knew it could
possibly be only because she didn't know
any other vampires, but somehow, she didn't think that was the case. Since her
first moments in this dark new world, Spike had beckoned to her. Perhaps it was
something left over from her final moments alive, when Spike had been willing
to reach out to her, to give her that last moment of peace.
Whatever it was,
she didn't want to analyze it. Agonizing over her every little emotion had been
something she'd done when she was human. She was free of that now, free of
everything.
No more sacred
duties, no more always having to be strong for everyone else. Though she
doubted it had been his intention, Angelus had done her a favor�he'd released
her. And now, in death, she wanted to experience the joy she hadn't been
allowed to in life.
And she wanted to
experience it with Spike.
"The night's
still young, you know," Buffy said with a slow smile. "I'm sure we
could find more mayhem to cause." She looked around. "Besides�I'm
getting really sick of this place."
Spike nodded
slowly, things whirring around inside of his mind that he couldn't quite put
words to. "Yeah, me, too."
Buffy got off the
bed, straightening her skirt before she stretched, working
out sore muscles. Spike regarded her, his head cocked to the side. She was so
different from Drusilla. Even in death, she was like a ball of fire, and her
golden skin had yet to pale from lack of sun. Her blonde hair fell in waves
around her face, so different from Dru's dark tresses, and yet no less alluring
to Spike.
In fact, they were
perhaps more so, an observation that surprised him.
The loss of his
sire still cut, but perhaps if he lost himself in Buffy for a while, he could
find a way to go on. She was still a fledging, and therefore, she was still new
to the rush of a good kill. If he let her, she was bound to take him on one
hell of a ride�and Spike wanted to let her.
"I'm going to
get dressed," Spike told her as he stood. "Wait for me, pet."
"I
will," Buffy told him with a nod, letting Spike leave the room.
Once alone, she
turned back to Harmony, poking at the corpse with one dainty fingernail. Less
than an hour ago, she'd be alive, vibrant. She'd been dancing with her friends,
enjoying a night out, but Buffy had changed it all. In one swift move, she'd
brought the girl to her death.
The power that
came with that gave her even more of a rush than slaying ever had.
It was one thing
to kill something that was already dead, but to end an actual life� It was a
heady feeling. Like playing God, and she loved it.
Buffy looked down
into Harmony's lifeless, glassy eyes, a look of horror frozen on her face
forever, and giggled.
"Something
funny, luv?"
Buffy turned
towards Spike as he came back into the room, a shiver going through her as she
saw him back in his leather duster. She'd
always liked that coat�
"Yeah, that
look on her face," Buffy replied. "Come here and check it out."
Spike walked up to
her and wrapped his arms around her waist before peering over her at Harmony.
He chuckled. "Yeah, that is a good one."
Buffy craned her
neck up to look at him. "So are you all ready to go? Have everything you
need?"
"Yeah. Right here," Spike
told her, squeezing her waist.
Buffy smiled at
the response, relieved that Spike didn't seem to be holding her responsible for
Drusilla's death anymore. Personally, she thought they'd be better off with out
the psycho running around, and hopefully, Spike would come to see that in time,
too.
They walked out of
the room, Spike stopping short when he saw the pile of Drusilla's ashes. Buffy
took his hand, gave it a squeeze, and Spike looked at her. He glanced back at
the ashes one more time before nodding to Buffy.
They left the
mansion, still hand in hand.

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