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Blood and Fire	By : addielogan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 8173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Buffy had no intention of staying in all
night like she'd led Willow to believe she would. She didn't care if she was
injured and needed rest�that rest would never come as long as she knew Spike
was still out there. Almost as soon as the sun had fallen over the horizon, she
climbed out the bedroom window and down the large tree beside the house. She ignored
her body's protests, trying to force her mind to block out the pain. She wasn't
going to let her weakened state stop her. If anything, Spike wouldn't be
expecting to see her again this soon after he'd almost killed her, and she'd
have the element of surprise on her side.
"Ooh, it's her, Daddy. It's William's
new dolly. The one that burns him like sunshine and makes him
taste of ashes. Let's play with her now before she tries to find him and
finish their game."
"Mmm, she is a nice one. All firm and ripe. And coming from the
Slayer's house, too. Isn't that
interesting," came the reply, a deep, male voice that sent chills up
Buffy's spine.
Buffy had frozen at the sound of a woman's
voice, the speaker's mental instability clear from both her words and her tone.
When the man spoke, she turned slightly, her heart thundering at her first
sight of Angelus and Drusilla. She knew they weren't like the majority of the
vampires she faced, and fear rushed through her, though she didn't let herself
give into it. Instead, she reached into her pocket and grabbed a stake, holding
it at the ready.
Drusilla hissed. "Dolly's playthings
aren't very nice. Bad dolly. Bad."
Angelus stepped forward, moving with inhuman
speed, and grabbed Buffy's wrist, twisting it until the bones snapped with an
audible crack and the stake fell to the ground. Buffy gasped in pain, but
didn't give Angelus the satisfaction of hearing her cry out.
"Good job, Daddy," Drusilla said
with a sharp clap of her hands. "Teach the naughty girl a lesson."
Angelus smiled before using the hand that
wasn't around her small wrist to hit Buffy hard on the side of her head, making
her crumple to the ground, unconscious. He picked her up, holding her limp body
across his arms. "Ready to have some fun, Dru?"
"Kill her, Daddy. Kill her now. Drink
her down. Twist her foul little neck," Drusilla replied with a sort of
glee that became all the more sinister for its childlike quality.
"I'll kill her soon enough, but I want
to play with her a bit first. See what kind of music I can make from her
screams," Angelus said. He walked off with Buffy, Drusilla trailing behind
him.

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Buffy woke with her head pounding and her
body aching. She looked around, noting the unfamiliar surroundings. It was then
that she also realized she was naked and remembered the vampires. She panicked,
trying to move, only to find herself chained to a wall by a set of rusty but
sturdy manacles. Pain shot from her broken wrist as she fought with the chains,
and she slumped, knowing she had no chance of breaking free.
"What the bloody hell have you done,
Angelus?"
Buffy jerked her head up at the sound of
Spike's voice. He was standing with the two vampires who had taken her, and
from the look on his face, he was not happy. For a moment, she felt a rush of relief
hit her until she realized that Spike was not going to save her and wondered
why a thought to the contrary had entered her mind for even a moment. He was a
vampire, just like the other two, and if anything he'd most likely participate
in whatever degradation they had planned for her.
"You don't want to share,"
Drusilla said to Spike, snapping her jaws. "Naughty, Spike. Mummy's quite
cross with you. You shall have to be punished."
"I'm a bit cross myself," Spike
said, his eyes traveling to Angelus. "That girl isn't yours."
"She will be," Angelus replied
with a grin. "She'll be mine just like Drusilla here is. You think she'll
want you to touch her then?"
"Stay away from her," Spike
growled. "That girl is mine. You have no prior rights to her like you do
with Drusilla."
Angelus smirked. "Neither do you. All
you did was fuck her and have a little taste. Doesn't make her yours." Angelus walked over to Buffy,
unchaining her. She struggled against him, but he kept his hold tight until she
gave up and slumped in his arms.
Spike's demon came forward at the sight of Angelus
holding Buffy. He stalked towards them, knocking Drusilla out of the way without
a second thought when she tried to stop him.
Angelus laughed as Spike approached, setting
Buffy on her feet but holding her against his body, her back to his front. He
pinched a nipple cruelly, making Buffy cry out in pain and Spike's anger grow.
"You think she's yours, boy? Looks different to me right
now." He ran his hands down Buffy's body,
shoving three fingers into her dry pussy and delighting in the way it made her
scream.
Spike roared in anger, his demon sick of
being pushed around by Angelus. He'd been made a fool of enough with Drusilla.
It wouldn't happen to him again with this girl.
"What do you think you're going to do,
Willie?" Angelus taunted. "You gonna fight for her? That's always
worked so well in the past, what with you losing
every fight we've ever had and all. You're pathetic. It's why the women would
always rather be with me than you. Women like a real man, not some sorry excuse
that would rather recite his awful poetry to them than give them a decent fuck.
It's no wonder Drusilla was so eager to come back to my bed. She hadn't gotten
it good in years."
Spike roared, tackling Angelus and grabbing
Buffy. Angelus looked surprised for a moment before getting to his feet,
chuckling. "Come on, Willie-boy. Just hand her back. You know you have no
chance against me. Be good now and maybe I'll let you play with her
later."
Spike snarled. Angelus wasn't having this
girl. She was his. She'd come to town
searching for him, and he was the one
who had taken her virginity the night before. No other man would ever touch
her, especially Angelus. With a roar, he sank his fangs into the marks he'd
already made on her neck, taking a strong pull of her blood before raising his
head, crimson staining his lips. "Mine."
Angelus gaped in shock. "Did you just claim her? No one claims anymore. You
really are a complete idiot."
Spike kept a tight hold on Buffy as he
snarled at his grandsire. He'd done what he'd had to do to keep what was his. He'd
shared enough, and the demon wasn't one for giving. The girl was his completely
now. Angelus had taunted him by telling him he had no rights over her, and he'd
changed that, given her his mark. Angelus could not bed, drink, or turn her
now.
Suddenly, Drusilla was on her feet, jumping
at Spike. Buffy slumped to the ground as Drusilla attacked her childe, clawing
and screeching. Spike held up a leather-clad arm, trying to fend off her
attacks, but she didn't stop. "I hate you!" she yelled. "You
were my prince. Mine! You promised
forever!"
Spike's demon retreated as Drusilla's cries
made the full weight of the situation hit him. He'd claimed a woman that wasn't
Dru. He'd chosen a woman other than the sire who had rescued him from a life of
mediocrity and brought him into this beautiful world of darkness and bloodshed.
He'd turned away from the face of his salvation. "Drusilla�"
"I hate you!" Drusilla snarled
again before pulling back and drawing into herself, whimpering. Angelus walked
over to her, placing his large hands on her frail shoulders.
"You should probably just take your
human and go," Angelus told Spike. He smirked. "Don't worry�I'll take
good care of Dru. She won't even miss you."
Part of Spike wanted to throw himself at
Dru's feet and beg for her forgiveness, swear to kill the girl right now if
Drusilla would only take him back, but his pride wouldn't allow it. It was
pride that had driven him to claim the girl, and it was pride that kept him in
check now. Drusilla and Angelus had pushed him around for long enough, and
claiming the girl had been getting a little of his own back. He shrugged off
his coat, picking Buffy up off the floor and wrapping her in the cool leather.
Somewhere in it all, she'd lost consciousness, and he carried her out of the
mansion.
Angelus had to admit that hadn't gone quite
the way he planned, but it had still been quite amusing. That bleached moron
Dru had sired apparently had no idea why claims�once the standard practice in
vampiric relationships�were practically non-existent today. And
to claim a human� Angelus shook his head, almost wished he could let
them stick around just to watch Spike come completely unglued. That would
certainly be good for a chuckle or two.
He shrugged, deciding he had better things
to do anyway. The Slayer was still out there after all, and she provided hours
of enjoyment with her pathetic internal war between her love for him and her
chosen duty. Maybe he could kill off one of her friends. If killing one of her
teachers got such a reaction out of her�
Although at the moment, he had some excess
tension to work off and Spike had so rudely run away with his new plaything. He
wrapped his arm around Drusilla. "Come on, Dru."
Drusilla whined. "He left with her,
Daddy." She reached up, pulling her hair. "He was mine. I made him
for me, not to play with the sunshine." She stamped her foot, whimpering
like a small child. Angelus sighed, deciding he was going to have to gag her
for the night as he threw Drusilla over his shoulder and walked towards the
bedroom.

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Willow came running down the stairs, her
eyes wide and full of panic as she yelled, "Nancy! Giles! Buffy's gone!
She's gone!"
Giles jumped to his feet from the table
where he'd been going over the monthly bills. "What?"
"Buffy's gone," Willow repeated,
stopping at the other end of the table. "I went up to check on her, and
she wasn't there. The window was open�I think she climbed out. She said she'd
stay in tonight. I didn't think she'd actually be crazy enough to go after
Spike again this soon after she almost died."
"Bloody hell," Giles muttered.
"What was she thinking?"
"She couldn't have gotten far,"
Nancy said, already headed towards the door. "She's too weak."
Giles and Willow exchanged a look before
following Nancy outside. They stopped when they saw her standing beside the
tree in the front yard, a red rose in her hand. "Angelus," Nancy
said.
Willow gasped. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," Nancy replied with a nod.
"He keeps leaving these around, making sure I know it's him." She
threw the rose to the ground in disgust, then turned
to her Watcher, seeing the stricken look on his face. "I'll find her,
Giles," she said before taking off in a run.
Willow put her hand on Giles's arm.
"Come on. Let's go back inside and I'll make you some tea."
"I need to look for her. I have to find
her. Angelus has her. Joyce wouldn't like it�"
"Nancy will find her, Giles,"
Willow said, hoping she sounded convincing. "But we need to go inside now.
Neither one of is armed, and it's not safe out here."
Giles looked at Willow, then
blinked, as if suddenly realizing where he was. With a resigned sign, he walked
with her into the house.

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