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Vices of My Blood	By : oldbooks Category: BtVS AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6946 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note: Warnings: Torture, Extreme Language, Sexual Situations, Violence Buffy/Spike; Drusilla/Angelus Pairing

Chapter 9

Buffy had resumed her normal position of late, wheeling Spike�s chair behind the disheveled minion that led them to their room. Once inside Buffy dropped her hands to her sides and sat on the bed in a shocked daze while Spike wheeled his chair around to slam the door in the minion�s face.

Spike turned to Buffy and then wheeled the chair to set in front her. She looked like death had passed over her several times since Angelus took his leave of them. There was a shadow of defeat in her eyes and he silently cursed his grandsire a thousand times over for slowly trying to break the girl in front of him. He wasn�t around when Angelus had made Drusilla insane, but if it was anything like the picture in front of him, he was glad he wasn�t. He probably would have dusted his grandsire back then.

�Am I still the Slayer? AM I? What good is a Slayer with no strength? I'm worthless and my friends are gonna die because I can't save them,� Buffy�s voice was a near whisper. What good am I now? I can�t be the Slayer. My duties will have to fall to Kendra.

Spike tilted his head, furrowed his brows and looked at Buffy as if he didn�t recognize the small girl before him. This was the same girl who had kicked his ass from one end of the high school to the other and back, the same girl who had slugged him without fear of reprisal at Halloween. If his vampire hearing was as clear as he knew it was, it sounded as if the Slayer was giving up. He grabbed her upper arms and shook her. �Buffy!� Spike called her out of her reverie until she looked at him. �You are still the Slayer. You may be weakened but you are still the Slayer. You�ll find a way to save your friends, that�s what you hero types do.�

�How do you know for sure, Spike? How do you know that I�m still the Slayer? I have no strength left in me to fight even you off me,� Buffy pouted as she stared into his handsome face. Spike was so handsome. I wonder how I ever missed that. I�ve been so wrapped up in Angel . . . and Angelus that I never noticed that. How did Angelus become so mean and dark when Spike was still so full of light, so full of his former self. Yes, he was evil and could rip her throat out if he wished to, but through all their talks, she saw a softer side of him seep through the layers that shaped his demon.

�What other human woman besides a Slayer would have the nerve to argue with me the way you do?� Spike asked, smirking at her. His eyes grazed lazily over the girl in front of him, slowly taking in the fresh beauty of huge hazel eyes and soft cheeks, pillowed lips, the graceful curve of her neck. His eyes stopped at her jugular when he picked up the scent of her menses. His suddenly dry lips parted to flick his tongue over them and he reined his demon in tightly to keep from pouncing her back onto the bed.

He growled when a knock on the door reverberated through the room. Just what he needed, interruption from a minion. Why wouldn�t they just leave him alone? If Angelus needs something that bad, he can just bloody well come in and get it himself. �Come in!� he growled through clenched teeth.

Dalton slinked into the room and hugged the door to his back when he felt his master�s ire directed at him. �Master Spike, I went back to the factory to retrieve the items you requested I bring for . . . well . . . her,� Dalton pointed at Buffy before continuing, �and when I got there an older man was just walking out the building and threw a fiery cloth inside and set the place on fire.� The bookish vampire didn�t want to displease the blond vampire and cowered near the door as he waited for his master�s reaction.

�Did you retrieve the items successfully, Dalton?� Spike asked calmly even as an exasperated expression came over his face. He had a pretty good idea who torched the factory, but kept silent for the moment.

�Yes, Sir. They are right here,� Dalton smiled triumphantly as he placed the wrapped parcel on the end of the bed. He was proud of himself, that he gotten into the factory and gotten out without being seen. His master had sent him to retrieve the package when Master Angelus was back to his normal preoccupation with Drusilla and he wouldn�t be caught.

�Thank you, Dalton. You may go,� Spike dismissed his trusted minion, then stopped him as Dalton turned the knob on the door. �Dalton? What did the older man look like?�

Dalton gulped nervously before answering, �A little taller than you, sir, and rugged, and wore spectacles and had a stiff gait in his walk.�

Spike nodded and Dalton rushed out of the room, and disappeared down the hall, into his room; the slamming door echoed through the mausoleum-type mansion. When Spike heard the slam, he let out an unneeded breath he hadn�t thought he was holding. He stared at Buffy to see what her reaction was and the look she had on her face was gut-wrenching.

Buffy had the look of utter devastation on her face. Her lips were parted as if she was trying to form words that wouldn�t come and she kept shaking her head. How could this be? Giles had burned down the factory? It should have made her happy that Giles had come for her � or tried to at least, but in the deepest recesses of herself she missed the factory, the memories of her and Spike becoming closer when they were forced to live with each other in captivity within those walls. She may have hated being there but Spike had made it tolerable and Giles destroyed the haven that was the beginning of their tentative friendship.

�Buffy,� Spike said her name in a soft voice. �Love, are you ok?� When she didn�t answer him, Spike went on. �Aren�t you happy that the watcher boy came for you? That he was upset enough to torch the factory?�

Buffy was silent as she shook her head and crawled to the middle of the bed and laid on her side in a daze. Her eyes had a glazed look about them as they continued to stare at him, never leaving his handsome face.

When Buffy had shifted into fetal position, his nose caught the aroma of her menses; the strong odor of warm human blood teased his demon. He salivated at the scent and held himself back on a tight rein to keep from parting her thighs and lapping the blood from the source. He looked down at the small girl curled up in a ball in the middle of his bed, the lost look on her face tugged at his undead heart. He pushed away the fogginess her blood�s scent had formed in his mind and pulled himself onto the bed to lay beside her, wrapping himself around her protectively as he had done for so many nights since Angelus had brought her to him.

�Spike. . .� Buffy said in a small voice after what seemed as a long silent moment, or were they silent for hours? �How do you know I�m still the Slayer? I'm weak. I can't fight. How do we really know?� She looked at him with pleading eyes. She couldn�t stand not knowing anymore. She had to know, she had to figure out what happened to her since the night Angelus brought her here. What if she wasn�t the Slayer anymore? What if she couldn�t fight demons and protect the world and her friends? What if . . .

�Buffy,� Spike tried to break through her runaway thoughts. �Buffy, you are the Slayer, and you�ll always be the Slayer.�

She gave him a determined look, like she was on a mission to find out what was wrong with her and why it had happened. She had to know! �Taste me, Spike.�

�Do what? I can�t do that, Buffy. I promised I wouldn�t bite you,� Spike said adamantly. He couldn�t take her blood now. She was weak. If he took it now he could accidentally drain her once the euphoria of slayer�s blood hit his system. He remembered draining the Slayer during the Boxer Rebellion. Once her blood had washed down his throat he couldn�t stop gulping the elixir. When he was finished he had only spared enough on his forefinger to give his sire a taste.

�Please, Spike, bite me,� Buffy nearly begged in her hysteria. All she could think of were the �what ifs� of the situation. She ignored his reassurances that she was indeed the slayer. She reached over and gripped his shirt with all the strength she had left in her and begged for his bite, nearly pleading with him.

He knew what to do when Drusilla got hysterical over her visions, and wondered if he tried it on the Slayer if it would have the same effect. Spike mentally shrugged and decided he would try anything before Buffy continued to drive herself as insane as Dru. He crushed the small girl to him, enfolding her whole body and arms in the cocoon of his body and the bed, his duster creating a curtain to trap her warmth against him.

�I�m sorry, pet,� Spike whispered the apology before he bent his head down to press a kiss to Buffy�s jugular. He felt her heated skin against his cool mouth, and then the pulse that had quickened with her panicked thoughts tattooed against his lips. He slipped his tongue between his lips to slowly lick the battering pulse to calm her. He felt the rush of her blood under his tongue and groaned, pressing his hips against her skin. His features slowly shifted and he felt her shudder under him when his fangs grazed her neck. When he sank his fangs into her throat, she arched up against his body and let out a hissing moan. She grabbed his hips and pulled him closer.

Buffy was so deep in thought, she didn�t realize Spike had moved over her, covering her body with his own. She shuddered in delight at the first touch of his fangs, and had come to a shuddering peace within herself when his fangs entered her neck. She closed her eyes and moaned, grabbed his hips and pulled him toward her even as she arched up against him. She felt complete when his fangs entered her. She inwardly smiled at the thought that he had taken care not to unduly harm her.

Spike took a slow pull on her blood and let it coat his tongue, testing, tasting her essence. Yes, she was still a Slayer. The euphoria started as the red liquid ran down his throat. He took another slow pull. For some reason she tastes different. She tasted familiar, like family . . . like coming home. The only time he had tasted home was with Drusilla or Angelus. Why would Buffy taste like family? Spike took a third a last slow pull. Yes, that was familial blood. He thought for sure he had tasted Angelus in her blood, but that couldn�t be. The only other mark on her neck that he saw was those of the Master, his great grandsire.

Buffy had never felt anything quite as erotic as when Spike�s fangs sank into her neck. She felt heat suffuse her bones, and arched against him, riding against his crotch and moaned with each pull he made. She shivered and groaned a protest when he extracted his teeth and shuddered at the feel of his tongue licking the marks to close them. His cool tongue did nothing but stoke the heat which already threatened to consume her.

After Spike laved the marks on Buffy�s neck closed, he licked lazily along the slender column of her throat and nipped at her jaw line teasingly. His skin tingled everywhere her body arched into in reaction to his touch. The odor of her menses became stronger with her renewed arousal. The scent teased his demon mercilessly.

Spike couldn�t stand it anymore. With a last kiss fluttering over her lips, he nuzzled her body through her clothing. She still wore Drusilla�s skirt to accompany his black shirt. It was no more than a scrap of cloth he had found for her to wear when they had moved from the factory. On Buffy, the skirt hugged her curves perfectly, where it had hung loosely on his sire�s gaunt form.

Spike deftly found the edge of the wrap skirt and pulled it open to expose the toned creamy thighs beneath. He gently parted her thighs and closed his eyes breathing her scent in deeply. He moved closer and licked the traces of blood from her inner thighs.

�Spi . . . ke . . .� Buffy stuttered when she felt him slip between her thighs. �What are you do . . . oh my god . . . doing?� her voice faltered when she felt his cool tongue on her heated flesh, causing a delicious shiver to run through her.

Spike tried to hide the smirk at the hesitation evident in her voice. Her innocence set his skin to tingling as his eyes traveled up the length of her body to stare into her eyes. �You will see, love. I�m sure you will positively enjoy it,� Spike assured her before dipping his head back down to resume his ministrations.

When Buffy grew nervous and tried to back away from Spike by sliding up to the head of the bed, he would have none of it and held her hips in place with as much gentleness as his strong grip could suffice. The scent of her blood was even more maddening when she moved. He had to keep her still or devour her. With as calm a voice as he could muster under passionate strain, he looked up at her and asked sincerely. �Buffy, have I hurt you since you�ve been here?� When she shook her head in the negative, he continued, �Then why would I start now?� She gave him an apologetic look, afraid that if she used voice it would sound like the croak of a frog. �Then just relax and enjoy this, pet,� he urged before moving back down between her thighs and nibbled along her inner thigh. He smiled to himself when he felt Buffy tighten her thighs around his head when he nipped at the juncture of her thigh and mound.

Buffy tensed when she felt Spike�s teeth nick her inner thigh. She mewed when she felt his tongue barely lick along her cleft. When she felt his fingers gently slip inside her heated depths, she arched up to his mouth and contracted the muscles around his long slim fingers.

Spike could have died right there for he all knew. It had been years, decades, a century, since he had ever been with a warm human. He hadn�t expected the furnace of heat he found inside Buffy when he slipped his fingers inside. Her cavern was like molten lava around his fingers, and he thought he would dust the second he felt her muscles contract around them.

Buffy bit her lip and moaned when Spike pressed up just under her pelvic bone and rubbed his fingers in circles. She swore she had lost control the moment he deliciously invaded it with his questing fingers. Her hips rose and undulated on the fingers moving inside her. What was he pressing against? His fingers were rubbing against something within her that was driving her to the crest something unknown, a place she had never been before and didn�t know if she wanted to go. Then she felt his tongue flick over her clit and she nearly jumped off the bed.

Spike curled his tongue and grinned at Buffy�s reaction to his fingers rubbing her G-spot. He loved her reaction, that of a virgin. As much as Drusilla pretended with him, Angelus had broken his Dark Princess in. He knew after this, after seeing Buffy�s reaction to his touch, there was nothing that could replicate a virgin�s reactions, and she was so responsive to him. He leaned over and flicked his tongue against her clit and heard her hiss while she ground up against his mouth and rocked down on his fingers. Angelus definitely hasn�t touched her. Finally, there was something within his grasp that hadn�t been tainted by his grandsire.

Buffy instinctively rocked against Spike�s fingers and tongue until the pressure built a crescendo in her blood. It felt like she was on fire from having him near, and burning up from his cool touch. The tongue and fingers working her body into frenzy did nothing to cool her skin. She nearly melted when she heard his velvety voice call to through the haze of passion.

�Come for me, Buffy,� Spike encouraged as he continued to stroke her G-Spot. She was so bloody responsive to his touch he hated to end it with just one orgasm, but he wanted to wait until he was healed to give her a proper one while his cock was buried deeper in her molten depths than his fingers could currently achieve. He watched her face contort, watched her tongue dart out to flick along her dry lips, and watched her beautiful body arch against his palm as she crested her peak, crying out his name. It was the most glorious sight he had seen in years.

Buffy didn�t understand his urging words until something deep within her took hold and she was thrown off a cliff and fell into an abyss of unspeakable pleasure. She didn�t recognize her own voice when she cried out Spike�s name as she hit the peak. She reached down and smoothed her fingers through his hair. She moaned when she felt his tongue lap up the spent come and blood from her thighs and cleft. The sensation his tongue created had her shuddering against him all over again.

Spike had eagerly lapped her essence and menses and never thought he had ever tasted anything sweeter: Slayer�s blood with a spice of Buffy herself. If he drowned in the process of drinking her, he would die a happy vampire. Again the thought of Angelus never having touched her, never experiencing her first responses to intimate touch made his dead heart swell with something akin to pride that he was there to witness it.

�Was that supposed to happen?� Buffy asked in awe as she stared down at him. For a reason she couldn�t explain, she wasn�t embarrassed about her body around Spike. It seemed oddly natural to be in this position with him. Why am I not screaming and running as far away as I can get? �Because you�re attracted to the sexy vampire, who you've shared a room and a bed with for many nights,� her inner voice answered.

Spike chuckled against her thigh at her question. Yep, that�s my Slayer. �Was what supposed to happen, love?� Spike asked in feigned innocence. Her inexperience was refreshing to him. Her na�vet� was something new and uncharted. He would enjoy discovering all the hidden treasures that even she didn�t know were locked inside her ripe little body.

�It felt like a barrier exploded inside me and I couldn�t stop it no matter how I tried to hold back,� Buffy explained innocent. She watched Spike as he prowled up the length of her body to lie next to her. He reached down and modestly rearranged her skirt before fitting her body along his side. When she comfortably aligned with him, she laid her head on his chest.

�Yes, pet. That was supposed to happen. It�s a natural occurrence. I just introduced you to your first orgasm,� Spike said as his fingers trailed lazily along her arm. Ah, Buffy�s first orgasm was magnificent to behold. Her body moved stunningly with the symphony of sensations he had created in her. He�d never forget it for as long he existed.

I just experienced my first orgasm with my enemy? With Spike? Shouldn�t there be something wrong with that little scenario? Why am I not feeling the least bit ashamed? Embarrassed, yes, but not ashamed at having shared something so intimate with him. Have my feelings for him changed since Angelus brought me here? Yes. Okay, so her feelings toward the vampire beside her had changed over the last several days. He had become her silent protector. Not when it counted, of course. He couldn�t protect her in the state he was currently in. But Spike had become her buffer, her confidant in this strange situation she found herself in. Yes they still argued and snapped at each other, but over the short amount of time they had been together it had become something more. Finding an odd sense of peace with that, she said, �Thank you, Spike.�

�You�re welcome,� Spike replied. He tightened his hold a little and was just about to settle down for much needed sleep when he heard a knock on the door.

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Xander angrily walked through the dark, his thoughts consumed by what Giles had told the Scoobies several days ago and their inability to do anything about the circumstances that they found their friend in. When Giles had called a Scooby meeting, sans Angel, Xander knew something was very wrong, but when Willow told of meeting the bookish vampire at the convenience store the wrongness in Xander's mind grew. He had felt justified in saying 'I told you so' to which the others all looked away shamefaced. He had ranted and railed for ten minutes straight, so he didn't hear when Willow told the others that Spike might not have been killed in the church when Buffy dropped the organ on him.

Giles had emphatically ordered them to never be out alone at night and to never let Angel . . .Angelus talk them into going anywhere with him alone. Tonight, however, when Angelus showed up to give the gang another Buffy runaround, Xander�s resolve broke. He stomped off towards his house, muttering under his breath, and if he had seen the look on Angel�s face he would have been running for his life. Willow and Cordelia made excuses to Angel, saying they were suppose to have a slumber part after patrol. They ran after Xander who just shrugged them off; that�s when they decided to go get Giles. Maybe he could talk sense into Xander.

Xander found himself walking through the rundown section of Crawford Street. It had once been the area of town where the rich had lived, but now the mansions that lined the street were either rundown or demolished. The old derelicts had always given Xander the creeps, so he had no idea why or how he got to this particular street. Xander kept glancing right and left, expanding his minor human senses the best he could. He was now feeling foolish for having stormed away from the girls. It dawned on him he had left them alone with Angelus. He hoped they had continued to run away after he shrugged them off.

It was then he noticed a gleam of light from between the cracks on one of the boarded up windows of the biggest, creepiest mansion of them all. Xander knew this wasn�t good, that maybe he had found a new vamp nest. Xander glanced around to make sure no one was watching him. Little did he know that Angelus was following him, hanging back waiting for an opportune moment to capture the stupid young mortal.

Xander edged closer to the window to peer in between the loose boards. What he saw inside was something he would never forget as long as he lived. Buffy, his angel of perfection, lay writhing on the bed with Spike�s head between her thighs. Xander clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, imagining that Buffy was being used as a sex slave for the vampire clan. Tears leaked out of his eyes, but then he heard Buffy�s rapturous shout of Spike�s name. Xander put his eyes back to the window to see Spike awkwardly prowl up Buffy�s body. Instead of doing any of the things that Xander expected, the two mortal enemies curled up together, appearing to fall asleep.

Xander became painfully aware of two things almost simultaneously; one, he had a very large, painful hard-on and two, that Angelus was standing directly behind him. Any joy that he had for finding Buffy alive and well was leeched out of his body as he realized his precarious position. He whirled around, stumbling a bit, to face the vampire.

�Hey, Angel, how are you?� Xander asked, edging away from the building. He shoved his hands in his coat pockets, feeling around for the stakes he was carrying. Xander gripped one in each hand like they were lifesavers.

�What are you doing hanging around here, boy?� asked the dark vampire, ignoring Xander�s question. Angelus sniffed the air. Interesting. Whatever the boy had seen had caused him to become aroused. Here I was having doubts on his sexual persuasion.

�N-nothing, Angel. Just saw the light on and thought it might be a new vamp nest,� stuttered Xander as he backed up some more. �I really need to get home now, Angel. Willow is expecting my call.� Xander kept backing away, but when Angelus growled at him, he pulled the stakes out of his pockets, brandishing them in the air. Angelus began to let out big wails of laughter at the sight. He couldn�t help admiring the boy for his bravado.

�So, you and the other little scoobies know that I am no longer the soul-bearing Angel, right?� Angelus questioned as he leaped forward to knock the stakes out of Xander�s hands. Angelus grabbed Xander around the neck in a death grip. Xander struggled to get free, but to no avail.

�What? No, I just hate you, you big freak. What do you mean you aren�t Angel anymore?� Xander lied through his teeth, hoping to protect his friends and Giles. He kicked Angel in the shins, but this had little to no effect on the vampire.

�Ah, Harris, my boy, it was that little spell my wayward grandchilde performed to heal my Drusilla. It had some very interesting side effects. I lost my soul and Buffy lost her Slayer strength,� Angelus laughed evilly as he took in Xander�s astonished look. He could smell the fear rolling off the teenager and that�s when he remembered the arousal he detected earlier. Wondering what had caused it, Angelus dragged the boy along behind him as he moved in to peer between the slats. All Angelus saw was Buffy curled up on the bed sleeping while Spike was giving some sort of instruction to Dalton. Angelus wondered if he needed to nip this in the bud, but was distracted once again by the mortal struggling I his grip.

Angelus vamped out and peered at the boy with feral yellow eyes. This could be fun; fun for him and his sweet, evil girl. He chuckled to himself as he dragged the boy along behind him to the entrance of the mansion.
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