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The Price	By : katharina99 Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 11148 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Part 1
- 3-Part 2
- 4-Part 3
- 5-Part 4
- 6-Part 5
- 7-Part 6
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It’s kind of weird. In the end, I suppose that it was inevitable. One girl against the forces of darkness, not the greatest of odds. She had to keep beating them thousands of times; they only had to take her down once. Buffy lost just one battle and it was all over. For all of us.
It’s strange, the fragmented things that your memory fixates on: the last few drops of blood dribbling down her neck and soaking into her blonde hair, the sound of Dawnie calling out her sister’s name over and over.
I just remember feeling numb. Oddly though, the time between the bastard killing Buff and the ritual, I really don’t remember very well. It’s all kind of fuzzy. Bits and pieces come back to me, here and there, but there are major things that I just don’t recall. I don’t even remember where they had us locked up like animals. I have vague memories, flashes really, of what it was like but nothing concrete. I can remember the floor being cold. I remember that it was dark and that there was a bare light bulb hanging on the wall across from the only door to the room. It would blind me every time one of the blood suckers would come for one of us.
I also remember wondering how much force it would take to smash my skull in against the stone wall. It seemed like a better way to go at the time.
I don’t remember how many days went by, or even the names and faces of those that were locked up with me.
Some things are achingly clear though. I remember being dragged before that blood sucking, murderous, back stabbing… backstabber. He was sitting there, holding court. It was a good thing a couple of minions had a hold of me or I would have done something really stupid.
I know, not a shocker. It’s not like even then I didn’t know I couldn’t possibly take him. But hey, blind rage does funny things to people. He had this smirk on his face, he was just so damned pleased with himself. I think he kept me alive that long just so he’d have someone to gloat to.
There were vamps everywhere. I don’t know how he managed to get so many minions in such a short time. Of course I suppose lots of lower level demons flocked to him after he killed Buffy Summers. And it’s not like Angelus didn’t have his own rep. Now that he’d gotten rid of that pesky soul of his, lots of evil flunkies were lining up to ride on his coattails.
The evil undead looked me up and down really slowly. It made me uncomfortable in a kind of scared to death, “come sit on Santa’s lap, Jimmy” kind a way. He chuckled and shook his head at me, before turning to his left to a crowd of his lackeys.
“Doesn’t really seem worth it. Are you sure you want to do this? There’s still time to change your mind, my boy,” Angelus chuckled.
The next voice I heard turned my blood to ice water. “Let’s bloody well get on with this.”
The sad thing is that a tiny part of me was comforted by the bleached one’s presence, even though it was obvious he was with them. They parted the way for him like he was some sort of chosen one.
His face was totally blank as he came for me. His left hand wrapped around the back of my neck. It was like being held in a vice. I’d let myself forget just how strong he really is. The two flunkies that had been holding me let go and stepped back, merging into the crowd. Not that it made any difference. I was on the ground before I even knew what was happening.
“I knew we couldn’t trust you. I knew you’d turn on us,” I spat, fully expecting those to be my last words. I wasn’t really surprised when he ripped off what was left of my shirt, but I froze when his free hand went after the buttons of my jeans. The shock only lasted a second, and then I started to struggle. I tried to fight him as hard as I could, but it was like trying to loosen a statues’ grip.
Just like that I was naked in front of tall dark and evil’s fan club. I could hear them cheering in the background clapping and urging Spike on. I just started shaking my head from side to side and whispering no over and over again, as if somehow that would stop him. I think I started adding please when I heard the zipper from his jeans being pulled down. Or maybe I imagined it; with all the noise the crowd was making I don’t see how I could have picked up that sound. It doesn’t really matter, I guess, whether I heard it or not. It doesn’t change what happened next.
It hurt so much, I can’t really think of words to describe it. I thought I was going to pass out from the pain. I wished I would have. I can still remember Angelus laughing in the background. I’m not sure exactly, when I started crying, but I know that I did. It seemed to go on forever and ever. After a while I just stopped fighting him. I just sort of laid there, and prayed it would be over soon.
He didn’t say a word to me the entire time. He barely even looked at me. I was actually surprised that he didn’t smack me when I started fighting him. In a way it was worse that he didn’t. It made me feel even more insignificant and weak, like I wasn’t the slightest bit of a threat to him. He just kept me pinned down without any effort at all.
When he switched to his real face I wasn’t scared, I was grateful. He spoke to me for the first time then. He looked me right in the eyes.
I couldn’t understand what was being said. I’m not an expert, but it sounded like something out of one of Giles’ dusty old books. I did pick up my name somewhere in the middle of Blondies’ speech. He switched his grip on me and all of a sudden my upper body was being lifted towards him. He was still inside me, mercilessly pumping in and out, ripping me up inside. I could feel something warm and wet running down my backside and between my thighs. I knew it was my own blood.
I didn’t resist when he brought my neck the rest of the way up to his lips. I shuddered when I felt his tongue lapping at my throat, but I barely felt his fangs pierce my skin. I wish I could say that it was rapture, and that I suddenly understood why Riley Finn had done what he did. I think I was in too much pain at the time though. Not so much though, that I didn’t feel the warm wave of magic washing over us, binding me to William the bloody for the rest of my life.
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