Love Like Fire | By : addielogan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 6460 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Ethan knew his time
was running out as he watched the two witches assemble what they needed for the
de-cloaking spell. He tried to tell himself it was only a minor setback. After all, his central goal of getting
revenge on Ripper and his Slayer had been carried out. Even if they sent him
back to prison, at least he’d know he took them down with him.
However even that
thought couldn’t make him any keener on facing whatever fate was ahead for him,
and his dread only began to grow as he felt the cloaking spell he’d wrapped
around himself begin to slip away.
Yet when he did, he
kept his head up high, refusing to look defeated. Instead, he smirked, meeting
his old friend turned nemesis straight in the eye. “Hello, Ripper. How lovely
it is to see you again. Or something of the sort, since I, in fact have been
able to see you for quite some time now.”
Giles glared in
response, his glasses dangling from his hands as his arms stayed firmly crossed
over his chest. “I’m not in the mood, Ethan. Undo what you’ve done to Buffy.”
Ethan sighed
dramatically. “Ripper, Ripper. Have you forgotten your manners?”
Suddenly, Giles was
moving forward, his glasses hitting the ground as he snatched Ethan’s collar,
shaking him against the rope that bound him to the chair. “I’m not in the mood
for this, Ethan. Undo what you’ve done to Buffy now.”
“I can’t,” Ethan
croaked, struggling to speak with the grip Giles had on the fabric around his
neck.
Giles let go of
Ethan and took a step back. “What?”
Ethan took a deep
breath then repeated, “I can’t. The spell is set to break on its own after a
certain period of time. Until then, there’s nothing I can do.”
Before Giles could
reply, Angel had moved in, grabbing Ethan in the Watcher’s stead. “You’re
lying,” he snarled. “Stop this right now.”
Fear flooded
Ethan’s body as he watched the vampire’s forehead grow rough and his fangs
descend, but he tried his best to hide it. “I’m not lying!”
Angel roared,
releasing Ethan roughly and making the chair spin backwards and hit into the wall
before he turned towards Willow.
“You can do something,” he snapped. “Break the spell now before she’s violated
anymore by that…monster.”
Willow trembled, her eyes wide. “I…I…don’t think I can. I
don’t know anything about the spell…I…”
“Try something!”
Angel bellowed.
Suddenly, Tara was standing between the two of them, surprising everyone in the room.
“Hey! She said she can’t, so just back the hell off!”
Angel blinked, his
demonic features receding as the blonde witch took him completely by surprise.
“I, um…” He took a step back, looking sheepish. “I’m sorry. I’m just going a
little crazy thinking about what Spike could be doing to Buffy.”
From behind them,
Ethan began to laugh. “Oh, I bet you are.”
Angel turned and
growled. “Shut up.”
“Really, ‘cause I’m thinking taunting the jealous vampire is not a
very good idea right now. I for one am not in the mood for picking entrails out
of my hair today,” Anya said from her place beside Xander.
Angel turned his
attention on her and hissed, “I’m not jealous.”
Anya rolled her
eyes. “Okay, whatever. You’re not jealous because Spike’s doing things to Buffy
you can’t. Got it.”
Giles sighed,
walking past Anya and Angel to approach Ethan again. “How long is this spell
going to last?” he asked.
“Until
it breaks.”
For a moment, Giles
was silent as he fought to reign in his anger and keep himself from attacking
Ethan again. “I won’t play this game with you. How long is this spell supposed
to last?”
“Until it breaks,”
Ethan repeated, slower this time. When Giles started for him, he tried to lift
his arms, only to be reminded they were tied down. “That’s all I can tell you,
Ripper,” he said quickly. “There’s no set date for it to break.” The corner of
his lip twitched up. “After all, where’s the chaos in a time table?”
“Can you give us
like a rough estimate?” Willow
asked.
“Could be days, could
be years,” Ethan replied. “It might never break for all I know.”
Angel growled low
in his throat. “This is unacceptable!”
“Actually, what I
find unacceptable is me being tied to this chair.
Perhaps someone could…”
“No!” the other
people in the room sounded in unison, drawing another heavy sigh from Ethan.
“We need to figure
out someway to break this spell now,” Giles said, bending down to pick his
glasses up off the floor.
“Giles, I don’t
think I can…”
“I know, Willow. We’ll do research, try to figure something out.”
Willow smiled nervously. “I’ll do what I can, Giles. I want
to help Buffy out. She can’t stay like this forever.”
“Then it’s back to the books,” Xander announced, tapping the cover
of one of Giles’s hefty tomes.
Ethan groaned as he
watched the group returned to their research.
“Can I at least go
to the loo?”
*** *** ***
“I used to come
here with my friends. You know, before.”
Spike looked down
at Buffy as they walked together along the beach, her small body nestled
closely against his. The moonlight reflected against her golden hair, making
her look as if she were glowing. “Before when, luv?”
he asked.
“Before
I was the Slayer. Back when I was
still just Buffy.” She let out a deep breath, her eyes closing for a second as
if she were savoring a memory. “I had some friends who were older, and they had
cars. That summer before I was called, we used to drive out here all the time
and just hang out. I had my first kiss on this beach.”
Something in Spike
warmed inside at the thought of a young, carefree Buffy, not burdened by the
weight of slayerhood, and even the mention of another
man’s lips on hers didn’t quash it. “That so, pet? So did your mum know you
were out here snogging on the beach?” he teased.
Buffy snorted. “Hell no. Mom thought I was sleeping at my friend
Kimberly’s. Whose mom thought she was over at my house.
They never did catch on to that. Although back then Mom didn’t pay attention to
a lot of what I did.”
Spike’s eyebrow
arched. “So this whole bad girl thing isn’t so new for you.”
“Well, I wasn’t this
bad,” Buffy said with a smirk. “But I got into my share of trouble. For fun reasons anyway. Not because of my slaying duties.”
They walked past a
group of teenagers probably around Buffy’s age, laughing and goofing off around
a bonfire, and Spike didn’t miss the wistful look in Buffy’s eyes. It had never
really occurred to Spike before that Buffy was, in fact, a teenager. He knew,
of course. Their first fight had been when he’d crashed her parent-teacher
night, after all. And even now that she’d had her first year of college, she
was only nineteen. But what sort of life did she get to live? She never even
got to go to a party without something evil ruining it for her.
He tried to ignore
the pang of guilt he felt when he remembered that evil thing ruining it for her
had been him more than once.
She shouldn’t be
burdened like she was. This happy, carefree girl he’d spent the past few days
with was who she should get to be.
In all the time
he’d spent obsessed with Slayers, Spike had never thought about them from this
perspective before. He’d always been happy with his existence as a vampire, and
though the choice to become one hadn’t truly been one he’d made for himself, he
knew if he could do it all over again, he wouldn’t change a thing. But was it
not like that for Slayers? Did Buffy truly wish she’d never been chosen?
Spike tightened his
arm around her shoulder, noticing how Buffy leaned more into him as he did.
They kept walking, past the bonfire until they were alone on the beach again.
Buffy had grown quiet, and Spike wondered for a moment if she was upset until
she pulled away from him suddenly, mischief twinkling in her eyes.
“Try and catch me,
vampire,” she said, a smirk on her face.
“You’re right here
beside me, luv,” Spike replied. “Not much of a
challenge.”
“I can fix that,”
Buffy said before her leg swung out, knocking Spike square onto his bottom on
the sand.
“Oi!” he called out, but Buffy had already taken off, the
sound of her laughing trailing behind her. “Oh, you’re going to get it now,
missy!” Spike called out as he jumped to his feet and took off, running after
his little nymph.
Buffy teased him as
he chased her, slowing down just long enough to let him get close before she’d
take off with another burst of Slayer speed, leaving him trailing again. But
the last time she tried it, he was ready, and he reached out and grabbed her
before she could get away again. Buffy squealed,
kicking and squirming as Spike held her up in the air, bringing her towards the
ocean.
“Don’t you dare!” Buffy cried out, even as she couldn’t hold back the
laughter that bubbled forth from her.
“And why should I
go easy on you?” Spike asked as he stopped ankle-deep in the surf, holding
Buffy up over the water. “I caught you fair and square after all.” He acted as
if he was going to drop her, only to catch her at the last moment, making Buffy
scream.
“Evil!” she yelled.
“Put me down!”
Buffy realized her
error right before she hit the water.
“Spike!” She sputtered, sitting up and pushing her hair out
of her eyes.
Spike chuckled.
“You told me to put you down, pet.”
“I didn’t mean in
the water, dumbass,” she replied, looking up and
noting the smirk on his face. She needed to do something about that…
Suddenly, she was
tackling him, bringing Spike down into the surf with her. He called out in
surprise before he lunged for her again, the two of them beginning to roll
around in the low tide, fighting for dominance. Neither seemed to notice the
wet sand as it clung to them, nor the salt water drenching them. Their focus
went elsewhere until they were no longer struggling, their goal becoming one in
common.
One of Buffy’s
boots went sailing past her head, onto the dry sand of the beach, before her
leg was pulled from her pants. She fought with Spike’s belt buckle and jeans
until they were open and she could take his hard, needy cock into her hand.
In the back of her
mind Buffy knew someone could come down the beach at any moment and catch them,
but as she mounted his hips and slipped down over his cock, she didn’t care.
All she did care about was this man with her and the desire to have him inside
her.
She rode him in
time with the waves washing over them, and Spike looked up, watching her in
awe. The water…the moonlight…Buffy. He’d never
seen anything so beautiful in over a century, never known anything that made
him feel like this. She burned but drew him into her fire, making him desperate
to be consumed.
A wild thing she
was. Untamed, but more… Untamable… In a moment
of realization, Spike realized it wasn’t the Slayer that was holding her back,
wasn’t the Slayer that was keeping her from finding happiness.
But then she was
coming around him, screaming his name, and all he knew was mindless pleasure.
*** *** ***
At the first knock
at his door, Giles was up and moving, his heart beating faster as he hoped to
see Buffy on the other side. However, he realized things were about to get much
more complicated when it was, in fact, not Buffy.
It was Riley
Finn…
“Hey, Giles, have
you seen Buffy?”
*** *** ***
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