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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
Out of My
Head

...part
VI...

They had to listen.
They positively had to. If anything else, even though he wasn�t on their good
side right now, he KNEW how they all felt about Spike. Unless they were all
completely bonkers, they would most definitely take his side against an evil
soulless bloodsucking monster (with lots of emphasis on the �evil soulless
bloodsucking monster�).

He lunged for the
door of the Magic Box, only to find it locked. Well, duh; store hours were from
eight to nine on weekdays, and after hours were Scooby meeting times. Of course
the door would be locked. He anxiously pounded on it, and after a brief
hesitation, the door opened a crack. When he looked through, he saw a pair of
cornflower blue eyes peering out at him.

"Hello,
Riley," Anya said with a tight, forced smile on her face. "You
aren�t welcome here. Please leave now." She began to close the door but
Riley stuck a foot in, stopping her.

"No! No, Anya,
you�ve gotta let me in, I�ve got to tell you guys something!" Without
thinking, he shoved Anya to the side as he pushed the door open. In the back he
could see Giles, Dawn, and Xander getting up from their seats, and a shock of
red and strawberry blonde told him that Willow and Tara were there as well.

< Yay. The gang's all here. >

Xander frowned,
pushing his way to the front of the store while Anya shot a disdainful grimace
at the big lunkhead commando, rubbing her arm.

"You don�t
have to be rude. And I believe that when someone means to shut a door in your
face, it�s implied that you are not *wanted* in that general area. I attempted
that, and you shoved me, so I insist that you �"

"Buffy�s in
danger!" he blurted out. In under a second, everyone in the shop had shot
up front, surrounding him. Giles watched the boy, the calmest of all the group,
but the alarm was plainly visible on his face.

"What do you
mean she�s in danger?" he demanded. "What�s happened?" Riley
swallowed.

"She�s at
Spike�s �" and a collective sigh of near-relief went up.

"You�re
worried about her being with Spike? Geez, frantic much? She can take care
of herself, Cardboard Boy," Dawn snarked. It was no secret that Buffy�s
glowy, mystical little sister wasn�t fond of the six-foot-tall soldier � in
fact, she hated him almost as much as Spike did. The reasoning behind that was
always somewhere along the lines of, "He always treats me like I�m five,
and he�s so twitchy and nervy around me � almost as bad as Angel was!"
Riley shook his head quickly.

"No, you
don�t understand, listen to me. I was going to her house... to apologize, but
she was leaving as I got there, so I followed her -�"

"Ew, you
followed her? Gotta tell you, Riley-boy, *not* liking the Stalker-Guy thing that
you�ve picked up here," Xander chuckled, wrapping an arm tightly around
Anya�s shoulders. Riley shot him a frustrated glance.

"That�s not
the... Can I finish here, please?" At their silence, which was accompanied
by expectant (and hostile) stares � Willow really was gonna have to
ease up on the protective best friend bit � he continued.

"Anyway,
I followed her, and yeah, she went to Spike�s. Well, they had their usual
fight and everything, but then they went into his crypt, and when I got to the
door, he was on top of her, with his teeth in her neck. She didn�t fight him
or anything, and then... Guys, Spike claimed Buffy." Giles� jaw nearly
hit the floor.

"Good
Lord, he�s what?" Riley looked exasperated.

"He�s
claimed her!" The four non-Supernatural experts in the room gaped at the
Watcher and Riley. Riley stared at them. "Do you have any idea what that
means?" When the silence dragged on, Anya piped up.

"It
means he owns her!" she declared excitedly. Xander, Willow, Tara and Dawn
stared at her.

"WHAT?"
was the only word out of their mouths, and in perfect unison as well. If this
hadn�t been such a crucial situation, Riley might�ve laughed. The Scoobies
were vaguely familiar with vampire rites and rituals, but obviously not as well
as their very own ex-demon was. She was all too happy to explain.

"Spike
drank some of Buffy�s blood and placed a claim on her, which none of her other
vampires have done, specifically, not Angel. Vampires don�t usually bother
putting claims on humans since they just hunt and eat them, but since Spike
seems to be *extra fond* of Buffy, it looks like he wants to keep her all for
himself. All in all, the claim pretty much means that Spike can sense if anyone
touches or harms his property, i.e. Buffy. It protects her from other vampires
that might want to kill her, and it connects him to her thoughts and emotions.
Like, say a vamp attacks her and gets the upper hand, and goes to bite her.
Well, he can�t, because Spike put his mark on her, claimed her. And Spike will
know instantly, and most likely go after him. So the magicks surrounding Buffy
would scare the vamp off. But the whole thing isn�t legit unless Buffy
reciprocates it, which I doubt she will, since it�s never happened between a
vampire and a human, much less a Slayer before. At least, it hasn�t to my
knowledge."

Slack-jaws
all around. Anya sat back with a smile, seeming proud of herself.

"She
left out one other little detail � with the claim, Spike can easily control
Buffy with as little as a look. If she infuriates him, one growl would subdue
her. It�s the same way that a Sire controls his Childe," Giles added, his
hand over his eyes. A look of despair was crossing over his worried features.
Riley continued.

"Which
means that Spike could kill Buffy after subduing her, and she wouldn�t
be able to fight back." His voice was urgent. He was praying to God that
these people were like he thought they were, and hated Spike enough to trust him
once again. They needed to save Buffy from that disgusting demon. He looked
around.

"Are
you guys getting this? If we don�t help her, Spike could be slitting her
throat right now! He isn�t chipped anymore, and since he blamed Buffy for it,
he�ll be gunning for her. The only way to stop him is to dust him, we have to
go, NOW!"

How
quickly he�d forgotten that he�d been part of the organization that had
installed Spike�s chip in the first place. If anything, Spike would have been
gunning for him.

A
despondent but nonetheless angry look grew in Willow�s eyes, and he could�ve
sworn he�d seen pink sparks of energy at her fingertips. Tara wrapped a
comforting hand around Willow�s wrist, and the red-head took a deep breath.
Giles echoed the witch, heading towards the door.

"I�ll
kill him if he�s harmed her," Riley heard the elder man murmur, and
grinned widely, following Giles. Finally!

"That�s
the idea, let�s go!" he urged. Xander immediately jogged after him. Anya
followed reluctantly, muttering something about �leaving the poor formerly
neutered vampire alone� and how he�d �never even think about killing
Buffy.� All pleas fell on deaf ears.

Willow
slowly took a step forward. This couldn�t be right. She�d watched Riley, and
it had seemed like he was way too eager to be rid of Spike. Yeah, maybe
he was worried about Buffy, but there had to be a better way to save her,
right? And what if she didn�t even need rescuing? And couldn�t they find a
way to not hurt Spike?

Tara
began to follow after the group, but paused when she saw that Dawn was standing
stock still, her face like stone, eyes narrowed in suspicion at Riley. Her arms
were folded tightly against her chest, and her lips were set in a tight, narrow
line. She moved back to the 14-year-old.

"What�s
wrong, Dawn?" The teen looked up at the Wiccan.

"Spike
would never hurt Buffy," she replied in a loud, clear voice. The
others instantly turned back to look at her. Dawn noticed that both Anya and
Willow had a tiny, hopeful smiles on their faces, looking like they were
thankful that someone had stood up for the vampire. Giles, however, was
frowning.

"Now,
Dawn, we�re not entirely certain of that. He does hold a grudge against her
for the chip, and he does believe it to be her fault that it was placed in his
head in the first place, though he should place his blame fully on the
Initiative."

"Yeah,
Dawnie, remember? Spike is big evil monster guy? He�s done nothing but pout,
whine and moan over the past year about how he wants get the chip out to kill
things, and, more specifically, kill the Slayer. Well, he most definitely has
his chance now, and he is gunning for Buffy," Xander added. Dawn
rolled her eyes, looking entirely disgusted at the men.

"Hello?
Did you guys even hear what Anya said? About Spike being fond of Buffy?
About the claim being more of a protection system than a kill factor? And what
about the past three weeks since he even got the chip out? He hasn�t even been
killing, he�s still living on baggy blood from Willy�s and the hospital! And
if Spike wanted to kill Buffy so bad, don�t you think he would�ve done it by
now? He�s had plenty of chances!

"I
don�t care what you think of him, but I would trust Spike with my life! When
he and Dru had me, she and Angelus were so big with leaving an extremely
dead little sister on the porch as a message to Buffy, like they did with Miss
Calendar. But Spike protected me. He didn�t have to, and he didn�t have the
chip then, so what in the hell makes you think that he�ll take
advantage of not having the chip now?"

Dawn
scrutinized the less-smarter men and noticed that the overgrown Boy Scout was
starting to fidget nervously. <I knew it> she thought bitterly.
That stupid prick just wanted to get rid of Spike so he could be deemed the hero
and be accepted in the group again.

Giles
pondered over her words for a bit, inwardly wondering how a not-really-there
thousand year old green blob of energy in the form of his Slayer�s teen sister
could be so perceptive in the extremely short span of two months that she�d
actually been with them. Then he sighed.

"All
the more, Dawn, I�d feel much better if I saw her safe with my own eyes. Be it
that she is with Spike, I am needless to say, not entirely worried, since I am
aware that she can take care of herself. I am not entirely positive that she
will come out unscathed, however, since Spike is a Slayer of two former
Slayers. But... I trust your words, Dawn. Let�s pray that Riley is mistaken
about Spike only claiming her for the death."

Everyone
began to file out the door, and Anya shut and locked it securely. As they walked
to Spike�s cemetery, Dawn heard Xander mutter, "Yeah, sure, right.
Spike�s probably drained and killed her by now."

She
sighed. Not exactly something she wanted to hear.

She
hadn�t been expecting this. Not at all. But she supposed it was a better deal
than having Spike rip her throat out with his fangs, th way he�d always talked
about.

"Mmmph,"
she grunted, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer in to the
kiss. Spike gave a low murmur of pleasure, and responded eagerly.

When
he�d said he was going to teach her a lesson, she�d been honestly afraid
that he was going to rip her limbs right off and beat her to death with them, or
something equally worth a major �ewwww,� but that hadn�t been the case. In
fact, she�d seen something flicker in his eyes the moment he had taken in her
now helpless position. And then he�d pounced on her, all but ravaging her. She
paused for a moment to look into his eyes, then ardently resumed the kiss
full-force.

Yeah,
definitely better. No throat-ripping for Buffy. Tonsil-swabbing with Spike was much
better.

A
lot more fun, too.

Spike
growled ecstatically when Buffy continued the kiss with so much more vigor than
before. It was like she was using their lips to pull him into her. Not in the
full-fledged sweaty, hot, naughty, naked, �woohoo! Fun!� sense, but more as
in the essence. He felt like she was giving some of her soul to him with just
that kiss. He shrugged it off, though; must be a mortal�s version of a claim.

And
suddenly, he couldn�t take it anymore. He remembered back to that night last
week, and the feel of his naked skin against hers... oh, Jesus, he needed to
feel that again. He craved it. So once again, he began tearing at her top. And
he all but cheered when she didn�t protest.

"God
I want you," he growled, jerking the shirt over her head in one clean
swipe. Taking one moment to appreciate the smooth, flawless, ample golden
breasts before him, he dove down and captured one automatically hard, rosy-pink
nipple in his mouth. Buffy cried out immediately, arching her back against him,
her hand darting to the back of his head and clutching him to her. Spike�s
free hand drifted up and cupped her other breast, kneading it roughly and toying
with the other nipple. Buffy�s head fell back, her mouth open. Oh, god, so
good... so, so good.

The
moment Spike�s other hand moved between her legs was probably when all
coherent thought processes crashed and burned.

She
clamped her legs down and pushed her hips forward anxiously, trying to gain some
form of friction by rubbing against his hand. Her own hands trailed down his
back and began ripping at his shirt. Spike growled.

"Hey,
hey, hey, watch it, luv! I like this shirt!" Buffy giggled, sitting
up and tugging his shirt off all the way.

"Like
you can�t find other ones exactly like it!" Spike snorted and gently
pushed her back down, pressing his cool skin against her.

"None
as comfortable, princess." The Slayer replied with a contented �mmmm�
in a tone similar to a purr, and Spike groaned, hardening rapidly. He ground
against her lightly, and a pleased grin quirked his lips. Good, she liked this.
Now what if he just slid his hand down here...

"GNNAAHHHHHH!"

Oh,
yeah. That was the best sound that he had ever heard. He snickered, releasing
his hold and moving his hand to her clasp and zipper. Unclasping the button, he
allowed his fingers to dance around above her mound, teasing her by dipping them
downward sporadically. When the small fingers on the back of his head gripped
hard and jerked his head up, he chuckled. Buffy glared down at him expectantly.

"Dammit,
Spike, stop teasing me!" Spike chuckled and unzipped her pants, sliding the
scratchy material over her hips slowly.

"Don�t
worry, luv. It�s coming. Well, you are anyway." Buffy managed a
soft giggle as Spike began tugging the pants down from around her calves. And he
finally yanked the black slacks to the ground, followed quickly by her white
floral lace thong. Buffy hissed softly, squeezing her eyes shut as the very
cold stone touched her burning skin. Then she looked up at Spike, who was
staring down at her nude body, slack-jawed.

<Holy
fuck> was pretty much the only thought running through the vampire�s
mind.

If
he thought he couldn�t get any harder, he was dead wrong.

Buffy�s
eyes lowered to his crotch, and a slow grin spread across her face. Oooh. She
really liked making that happen to him.

She
raised a strong, smooth leg between his, rubbing her thigh slowly against the
throbbing bulge. Spike groaned loudly and ground into her harder, steadily.
Grunting, he supported himself with one hand, while his other ran down her
perfect left leg, spreading her wide open. Buffy�s eyes shot open as Spike
thrust two cold fingers inside of her, eliciting a loud passionate moan from her
throat.

"Oh,
god," she whimpered, arching into him. Her hips began to lift up, meeting
each of his slow, measured thrusts, and her right leg, entwined between both of
his legs, began gliding over his crotch, slowly at first, then gaining in speed.
She threw an arm around his neck and concentrated on the feel of his hand inside
of her as well as pleasing the very hard muscle between his extremely nice
thighs. Spike let out a huge wail of gratitude for her attention to his aching
cock, and in response, his fingers pumped faster. Buffy squealed.

"Ahh!
Oh, god, Spike..." She whimpered again as Spike�s lips closed on her
quickly healing wounds, pulling them open again with a gentle suck of his lips.
He began drinking as the smooth, sweet, rich blood began flowing into his mouth,
and with each pull of his lips, the feeling traveled down to her crotch. It made
her muscles twitch around his fingers, made her thrust harder and higher.

Spike
moaned, his eyes nearly rolling up. Her arousal was absolutely intoxicating. Oh,
Christ, this was better than his last kill. Buffy was driving him up the wall.
He jerked suddenly, pulling away, her warm blood splattering on his lips. His
fingers slid out of her, and he ignored the disappointed whine that escaped her
throat. His cool mouth began raining soft, worshipping kisses over her hot skin,
starting at her neck and leading to her breasts. Pausing for a bit, he sucked
and nibbled on the hard pebbled nipples, pressing harder kisses against her,
moving down her tight, taut belly, to her hips, to her�

"HOLY
SHIT!"

Buffy
shot straight up only to be pushed right back down again by a very persistent
Spike hand. She got up again, attempting to close her legs and kick him away at
the same time, but he gripped her firmly, holding her down like a steel clamp. A
heavy, pale, blonde, annoying, pressuring, muscular, positively gorgeous steel
clamp. She vainly tried to kick at him, twisting on to her side and trying to
crawl away.

"Stop
it, Spike! Leave me � OW! I can NOT believe you just did that!" she
squawked, rubbing a hand over the very red handprint on her rump. Spike grinned
mischievously, pushing her down on her back again and firmly setting her legs
apart. He trailed his finger slowly down her stomach.

"Believe
it, baby. Now HOLD STILL. Or do you want me to get rough?" Buffy
gaped at him, momentarily sidetracked by what the implications of his words
could lead to, then squirmed again, snapping out of it and trying to protest.

"Spike,
don�t. Please don�t, Spike, no � ooooooh!" Her cry resonated in the
crypt, contradicting her attempted resistance. Spike chuckled softly, his face
nuzzled happily right between he Slayer�s thighs. His tongue slid out and ran
slowly along her slit, then pushed past her lips, touching the pointed tip just
above her clit.

Buffy�s
eyes were killing her. They were open so damn wide, it was a wonder that they
hadn�t fallen out yet. She was dying to grab Spike�s head and force him to
go deeper, but as luck would have it, Spike had her hands pinned to the
concrete. Damn.

Hold
on.

She
experimentally thrust against his mouth. And was rewarded by an eager groan and
a tongue pushing its way inside of her.

"Nnnghhh!
Oh... Spike, yes... uhhh..." If she didn�t stop moaning like that,
Spike�s head was gonna explode. As it was, he was grinding against the stone
slab to keep himself somewhat sane.

She
tasted amazing. Not too sweet, not too bitter. Warm and luscious... like a
fresh, ripe peach.

Delicious.

He
finally released her arms, and her hands instantly made a grab for his head, the
blonde locks curling around her fingers. Spike slid his tongue around before
finally focusing on the clit. He licked a circle around it once, then rapped it
sharply. He grinned to himself when Buffy responded, her hips jumping up, and he
finally gave in to the poor girl, pulling the swollen nub between his lips,
sucking it slowly with a hard edge. Buffy�s head lolled about above him, her
face picturesque of natural beauty, her lips letting slip soft moans and mewls
that made him want to stay buried in her forever with each plunge of his tongue.
A gasping cry slipped out of her mouth as Spike sank his teeth gently into the
sensitive swell.

"Sp-ike!
What... wh-wha... oh, god..." she choked out, her insides beginning to
clutch. Thrusting frantically, she dug her fingers into his scalp, jerking his
head down to meet her hips each time. "Harder... harder! Oh, god,
harderharder, PLEASE, Spike!"

Spike
really had to fight to keep control at the sound of the Slayer moaning, gasping
his name, and begging � actually begging � him to go harder. He
complied to her desperate pleas, his tongue pressing coarsely against her clit,
pushing into it mercilessly.

<Whatever
you want, baby.>

Harder,
slower, faster, faster, rougher. He lashed at her relentlessly, and oh Jesus, he
was gonna come right in his jeans if her moans got any louder. He couldn�t
take his eyes off of her, thrashing around up there, like some untamed beast,
her eyes shut, sweating, her beautiful hair all mussed up and �

Yum.

Buffy
moaned, spasming into his mouth, her hips arching off the stone while her entire
body convulsed. Geez. And she thought his fingers were talented. This was
incomparable, and the feeling she was being bombarded by was ten times the way
she�d felt when he�d first introduced her to the intimate side of his hand.

It
was somewhere between the last quakes of her orgasm, and the settling emotions
when she realized a few things. First... this was fun. Second...

She
was really, really late for training.

But
her third and fourth realizations shocked her the most. Third, she didn�t care
if she was late, and fourth, she didn�t want to leave. Sitting up, her eyes
lowered once more to Spike�s very swollen crotch.

Buffy
REALLY didn�t want to leave.

Spike
lifted his head to stare at her face, licking his lower lip clean of her juices,
then tilting his head. He watched as the emotions flickered through her eyes.
Slowly, Buffy leaned forward, pressing her lips gently to his. Spike whimpered
softly and threw an arm around her, kissing her back feverishly.

"Buffy,"
he gasped, pulling away from her kiss for a bit to nuzzle her neck
affectionately. Buffy pulled away and studied him for a moment, looking into his
eyes. Her hand slowly reached forward, moving toward his jeans, and Spike
watched silently, shivers racing up and down his body in anticipation.

Suddenly
he looked up. Uh-oh.

He
jumped to his feet and helped Buffy off of the sarcophagus. He gathered her
clothes and shoved them at her.

"Get
dressed luv. Come on, put your things on, quick." Buffy gave him a confused
look but obediently began fumbling for her things, hopping on one leg as she
squirmed into her panties.

"Why,
what is it?" she asked, hopping into the slacks and pulling on the peasant
top. Spike shot a paranoid, dispairing glance at the door of the crypt, then
looked back at Buffy.

"Hit
me." Buffy did a double take, staring at him, astounded.

"What?"
Spike gazed at her, grasping her shoulders.

"HIT
ME." Buffy jerked away from him in shock.

"How
can you expect me to do that? After what just happened? I�m not gonna hit you,
Spike, no way!" Spike growled. Why was he so annoyed? Not listening to him
was one BIG ass Stubborn Buffy trait. He knew that the only way to make the
bull-headed little chit listen (usually) was to piss her off.

Luckily,
he happened to excel in that particular department.

"HIT
ME, you stupid bloody bint!" he yelled, tossing an effectively powerful,
violent punch across her face. Buffy�s head snapped to the side, and her hand
promptly rose to her cheek, covering the mark. Her head slowly turned back to
scrutinize him, incredulous. Then she hauled off and gave him a blow that sent
him flying right onto his ass in the middle of the crypt.

And
Here Enter Scoobies.

Buffy
glared down at Spike angrily, nearly ready to strangle the stupid blonde
bastard, until she saw his eyes flit to something behind her. She followed his
gaze and turned, finding several shocked friends and an extremely unwelcome
boyfriend gaping at her. She turned back quickly to stare at Spike in
astonishment. How the hell... Oh, god. Spike had known that they were coming.
He�d known, and he�d told her to hit him so they wouldn�t be caught in any
compromising positions. But how... oh. Right. Vampire. She stared at him
quietly, her heart nearly breaking at his pained expression.

Damn.
Now she felt bad.

She
turned back to her friends and watched them nervously.

"Um,
hi, guys." Giles looked over the top of his glasses at his charge, frowning
heavily.

"Buffy,
what is going on here?" Buffy shifted on one foot, but made no attempt to
come closer to the gang.

"Oh,
uh, nothing. I, uh, I came here to talk to Spike. To get some info. On a vamp
nest somewhere downtown. And he, uh, pissed me off. So I hit him. Uh...
yeah." Spike was now getting to his feet, wiping a streak of blood from his
mouth and licking it off, shooting the entire group (Riley in particular) a
dirty look. He stood a little ways to the side, behind Buffy. Xander cocked his
head.

"Well
we can see that, Buff, not that he didn�t deserve it, whatever he did, but
�"

"Why
is it that you lot never see fit to knock on my bloody door, but even if I�m
not invited, I go out of my way to knock on yours?" Spike growled,
effectively shutting Xander up for a moment with his icy glare. "I don�t
see why it is that you can�t fuckin� respect me. I am a VERY POWERFUL FORCE,
now, people! I can kill you all in one single instant, but hell knows why I
haven�t! It�s one thing when you�re searchin� for some bloody info, but
this is my fuckin� HOME! Now GET OUT!"

At
that instant, Dawn pushed forward, moving toward the extremely pissed off
vampire. Riley reached out to grab her and pull her back, but Dawn shoved him
away angrily, running to Spike�s side and grabbing his arm. Giles reacted with
apprehension.

"Dawn,
get away from him!" The teen glared rebelliously at the Watched, then
turned to the vampire, her gaze softening. Spike, at the moment, was glaring at
the three men of the group hatefully, then jumped lightly when Dawn tugged on
his arm. He hadn�t even realized she was next to him.

"Spike?
You okay? Buffy didn�t go overboard or anything, did she?" Spike looked
down at the little brown-haired morsel in confusion. When he realized that the
girl was actually concerned about him, his eyebrows rose up, the hard angry
lines vanished from his face, and he gazed at the fourteen year old in wonder.
Dawn knew he�d gotten the chip out. She knew that he could rip her apart at
any moment. And she still wasn�t afraid.

That
did it. This girl was officially his. He didn�t need to claim her to
show that. The Summers girls were HIS. He nodded slowly, reached a hand up to
cover hers, and gently squeezed it.

"Yeh,
luv, I�m fine. Don�t worry your pretty head about me," he murmured.
Then he lifted his head and glared past Buffy at the men.

"Watcher,
I respect you. Honestly, I don�t know why, seein� as you�ve never treated me
with one ounce of respect since we met. But I do. Harris, I... tolerate you on
the good days. Cardboard, get this one thing straight � I hate you. Can�t
stand you. Despise you, want you nowhere near me. Right now, though, I can�t
stand lookin� at any one of you pillocks, an� I want you to get the bloody
hell out of my home, NOW."

Spike
had managed to completely stun Giles by his act of emotion towards Dawn. He
nodded wearily to show that he had heard the vampire. If anything, Spike had
looked touched that Dawn had been worried about him. And he�d also noticed
that Spike was being completely civil to the girls.

It
was quite conceivable that Spike truly hated the men.

Well,
duh.

"Come
along, Dawn, Buffy. Your mother will be fretting, and we really shouldn�t
leave her alone too long." Dawn nodded at him, and as he left, she turned
to Spike, throwing her arms around him tightly and completely taking the vampire
off-guard. His eyes widened slightly, and he awkwardly patted the girl�s back.

"Uh,
thanks, pet. Go on, now. Mum�ll be wonderin� �bout you." Dawn nodded
again, giving him a final squeeze.

"Take
care. Don�t let Buffy act like she�s on top of the world and push you around
or anything, kay?" Spike favored her with a smile and chuckled.

"Natch,
pet." Dawn grinned and bounced out the door. Tara shot Spike a weary but
grateful smile, then worriedly hurried out the door after the fourteen-year-old
before she could find and/or create a calamity. Anya fidgeted slightly and
tugged impatiently on Xander�s arm.

"Can
we go now, PLEASE? Buffy�s fine, see? She�s hitting Spike like normal! And I
have to go through that damn monthly ritual that human females go through. You
know, the menstrua�" Xander clapped his hand firmly over his
girlfriend�s mouth, blanching. He gave everyone a sheepish grin, shot a scowl
at Spike (who had one huge grin on his face, somehow managing to keep himself
from laughing his ass off), then dragged her out the door.

Willow
drifted toward Buffy, her head tilted to one side, and she gently put her hand
on the blonde�s shoulder. She�d been watching the Slayer before, and noticed
that she kept shooting guilty looks at Spike, though the bleach blonde was
pointedly ignoring them. He was now shuffling about the crypt, gathering his
things and setting them down randomly. Buffy looked up at the touch of her
friend�s hand, and she gave Willow a weak smile.

"Hey,
Wills," she murmured, watching Spike finish cleaning, then lift himself up
onto the sarcophagus. Lying down on his back, he folded his arms behind his
head. Willow looked at Buffy.

"Are
you okay? You look kinda... conflicted, y�know?" Buffy smiled.

"Yeah,
I�m good. Just a little tired. You know, with the... the bursting in, and
the... fighting, and... well, the bursting in and the fighting." She
sighed. "I don�t know." Willow frowned sympathetically, then leaned
in.

"Buffy,
did he bite you again? I-I mean, not that he... uh, but, um, Riley said t-that
he did, and I, uh, just wanted to m-make sure." Buffy�s eyes shot to a
suddenly stoic Riley, standing as a sentinel at the door of the crypt. Hmph. A
soldier through and through. She narrowed her eyes, then sighed.

"Yeah,
he did. BUT," she added quickly, holding her hand up to cut off an
inevitable Willow ramble, "I let him. I didn�t stop him. In
fact," she turned a paranoid eye towards the vampire," I... I kinda...
made him. I... wanted him to bite me." Willow�s eyes
widened.

"Buffy!"

"Shh!
Vamp hearing!"

"Sorry,
sorry!" Willow shifted on one foot, looking around nervously. "So,
you, uh... wanted him to? Really?" Buffy bit her lower lip, peeking
up at Willow from under her lashes guiltily.

"Um...
yes?" Buffy sighed and pouted. "I don�t know why. I can�t explain
it really well... I just wanted him to. It�s... intense, y�know? It kind
of... grabs me and... pulls me to him... and I just can�t understand why
but... I sort of... like being around him!" she whispered in the lowest
possible voice. She truly hoped it was low enough to slip past Spike�s already
spectacular hearing. But she knew she was asking for too much.

Once
again, this was SPIKE.

Willow
smiled gently. She knew that Buffy was probably writhing in agony over this. She
probably didn�t even realize that it was the claim having that partial effect
over her. "Buffy, you might be happy to know that there�s a reason for
all this. Riley said that Spike claimed you." Buffy looked up.

"What?
No, no, Will. I know he did, but that�s not why. The Spidey goes extra wiggy
when he�s around, yeah, and I feel connected to him, even when he isn�t
around, but all that is the claim. I don�t know where the hell these
other feelings are coming from." Willow looked at her in surprise.

"So
you knew? A-And the claim, how do you know what�s the claim and what
isn�t?"

"Well
I only just found out when he bit me again, cuz I heard him. And it�s just a
feeling. A Slayer has never been claimed before, so there might be some
different effects. I dunno, Giles told me. I wasn�t paying much
attention." Willow nodded slowly.

Was
this bad?

Buffy
was shaking her head, sighing. "I don�t know. I�ll figure it out
eventually. You should probably go. You have that Sociology class tomorrow,
while I have to deal with a moody vampire and a neglected ex who can�t
take a hint." Willow smiled gently.

"You�ll
be careful?" Buffy grinned.

"As
always, I shall deal. See you later."

"Later,
Buffy!" Willow called, walking out the door.

When
Willow had disappeared, Riley turned toward Buffy, folding his arms.

"So.
Are we gonna �"

"No,"
Buffy said firmly. "Get out, Riley. I don�t want to deal with you right
now. I thought I�d made it pretty clear when I said I never wanted to see you
again. Would you please fucking listen to me this time? I NEVER... EVER... want
to see you again. That means don�t come near me. Don�t come near my family
and friends. And stay the hell away from Spike, I can take care of him on my
own." Spike�s head shot off the stone at the mention of his name. Oh.
Buffy was telling the Ring-A-Ding Dick off. Sounded like she was breaking up
with him.

Oooh.
Oooh! OOOH! She was dumping him! She�d remembered his request for the front
row seat!

Riley
stared in disbelief at Buffy, unwilling to accept what he was hearing.
"Buffy, are you insane? You�re breaking up with me? I thought we had
something good here, what�s going on?" Buffy straightened, folding her
arms.

"What�s
going on is that I�ve finally gotten some... stones," she replied,
hazarding a glance at Spike, her eyes widening slightly in surprise when she saw
him watching the scene intently. She looked back at the commando. "Riley,
you think everything has to be a competition between us. I let you lead me
around on a short leash when I�m with you, and you�re always clinging to me.
You expect me to drop everything I�m doing and run to your side the minute you
say my name.

"You
don�t seem to understand or �care- that my mother is sick, and I have to
take care of her AND my teenage sister. And on top of that, I have to
continually try to save the world and protect this goddamn town night after
every fucking night from demons and vampires and, and demony-human hybrid
THINGS! I refuse to dance around and balance on my fucking head every fucking
time you want me to, and I have finally had it with you! We are THROUGH!"
Riley�s hand shot out, shoving her to the wall. He grabbed her, squeezing her
shoulders tightly.

"Wait
a minute�" The second his hands touched her, Buffy�s fists instantly
flew out, punching him and wrenching out of his grip. She tried desperately not
to shudder. What had once offered calmness and comfort now gave her a sense of
filth, and the really strong urge to vomit.

"Don�t
TOUCH me!" she shrieked, "Don�t fucking put your hands on me ever,
EVER again! Get the fuck away, stay the hell away from us! Get out!" Riley
gazed at her, his shock stilling him enough to keep him from reacting on his
anger. Dammit all to hell, this was all Spike�s fault! It �had- to be!
Turning on his heel, he stormed out of the crypt.

Buffy
wrapped her arms around herself, glaring in the direction the bastard had gone
in. Thank God; she was finally free. It was so weird; once, he�d been sweet
and dorky, doing anything to win her affection. Then the moment she gave in, he
turned into some freaking psychotic tyrant.

History
had a really bad habit of repeating itself.

When
a cool presence behind her alerted her of Spike, she gasped and spun around,
staring into a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

Spike
tilted his head, watching Buffy with the utmost curiosity and intrigue. Wicked.
Righteous. Powerful. Beautiful. Strong. Vulnerable. Brave. Timid. Warrior.

Yet,
through everything that she was, no matter how old she was, or what she�d
seen, Buffy was still one thing.

A
girl. She was still just a little girl, though her eyes had shown her way too
much of the world.

Such
a brave, brave girl.

Yeah,
he was definitely in love with her.

He
gently took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it with a gentleness
and sincerity that she hadn�t expected, not from him. She began to shake. Why
hadn�t she been this nervous earlier? There he�d had his head between her
legs, and she hadn�t even twitched with embarrassment! But this... All he�d
done was kiss her hand, and she was ready to faint from the fright of it all.

She
let out a shaky breath as Spike wrapped an arm gently around her waist, pulling
her close. With an equally tranquil hand, he brought her chin up and cupped her
cheek, his thumb idly stroking it.

Oh,
boy. Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy. This was gonna be big, he could feel it. The
sensations were running rampant from his toes to his scalp, bouncing around
inside of him. He hadn�t felt this way around a woman, not since William had
found the courage to speak to a particularly cruel, selfish, aristocratic bitch.
One that he�d been foolish enough to fall in love with. Spike prayed to God
that he wasn�t making the same mistake.

Damn
him if he didn�t know any better. He could swear his heart was beating off the
charts, banging around aimlessly inside of his chest. He leaned in slowly,
licking his lips and swallowing hard. He was fully prepared to kiss this girl
right off her feet.

The
second before Spike�s lips touched hers, Buffy made a dismayed sound and
jerked back, ruining Spike�s vision of the most perfect kiss of his entire
existence. Trembling violently, she began to walk backwards, then spun around
and shot out the door at light speed.

And
in that moment, Spike felt his heart stop beating once more, before it
completely shattered.

Watching
her leave, with a pained expression on his face, he sank to the floor.

Buffy
raced down the street toward her home. Screw the Scooby meeting. She could throw
off patrolling until later.

This
was getting out of hand.

No
one was supposed to make her feel like this, no one except for Angel, and she
was long past her romantic teenage views of him. But he�d been the only one
who�d made her feel so quivery and weak. And that was something that Spike
should NOT have access to.

But
he did. Something different had happened when Spike had tried to kiss her. At
first, this whole thing had just been some weird sort of hidden attraction, then
later, a way to keep her mind off of Riley. It never meant anything... to her,
anyway.

The
way he�d moved... the way he�d touched her had shown her a completely
different side of Spike. A side she wasn�t so sure she wanted to see. He�d
been mean, evil, icky Spike for so long, and seeing sweet, gentle, yummy Spike
with the evil, sharp teeth was... well, it was wiggy. (Actually it was more like
a kick in the gut � the yummy Spike part was big and disturbing enough to have
its own damn zip code).

What
was even more wiggy about it was that she �liked- sweet, gentle, yummy Spike
with the evil, sharp teeth.

She
looked up and realized she was in front of her house. Mom would be in her room.
Dawn was either at Janice�s or watching TV.

She
should probably check in.

Instead,
she sank down on the porch steps and buried her face in her hands. Her shoulders
shook, and she involuntarily let out a sob. Her entire body shuddered, and he
crying became deep and gut-wrenching.

Oh,
god, what was happening to her?
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