Journeys Part Two: Awakenings
Sequel to Journeys; part of Journeys Series
was beautiful. Tall and graceful with masses of long near black hair and huge
silvery gray eyes, she had a mysteriousness to her, a fey, other-worldly
quality that reminded Buffy in some ways of Drusilla.
that there was any obvious insanity, but she had that whole
going on. Definitely reminiscent of the vampiress.
didn’t like her. At all.
of Gwen’s voluptuousness, her height and grace, were making the Slayer feel
short and oddly unfeminine. And, as Xander might say, if he could pull his
tongue back into his mouth, ‘Great Googly-Moogly! What, in the name of all
that’s diaphanous, was the witch wearing?’ Her curvy-in-all-the-places-men-like-curves
body was draped in some flowing fabric that, with a good number of her dramatic
movements, went completely transparent. Xander hadn’t blinked for at least ten
minutes, and, after the first stare of surprise, Giles had quite studiously
avoiding looking anywhere in her direction.
longer she watched the white witch sway and chant, the more Buffy found herself
longing to discover that the other woman was a demon of some type so she could
indulge herself by knocking her unconscious.
had Spike met her? And when?
she continued her exotic and bordering-on-pornographic movements, the witch was
busy preparing an oddly-scented concoction, and Buffy, who had been keeping a
careful eye on the ingredients going into the glass bowl on the table, sincerely
hoped the woman wasn’t expecting them to actually drink any of it. Because – no.
If she had anything to say about it, and she would, none of it would be passing
Dawn’s lips either. In her opinion, they’d be a lot safer taking their chances
sway, drop in eye of newt. Sway more. Add sensuous arching of back, flash full
frontal nudity, and toss hair.
Buffy found herself reaching for a stake. She could just twirl it couldn’t she?
All sorta nonchalant-like? Damn. No stake. She glanced longingly at Giles’
weapons chest. Her Watcher was sitting on it, studying some notes. Double damn.
eyes, which had done a whole popping thing as soon as the witch had come into
the room, had recovered and gone narrow. She leaned closer to her sister. “What
kind of material is that? I can totally see her –”
Buffy hushed her.
could at least wear something under it! Anything!” Dawn hissed back.
“Hello! Minor here! I didn’t know this was going to be an X-rated spell
casting. And her boobs are huge!” Dawn folded her arms, looking
mutinous. “How well does Spike know her?”
gave her the Summers Death Glare – Version: Sister Special, but Dawn missed her
reaction because C’erdd-Circe, did one have to say the ‘of Gwen’ part?,
chose that moment to lift her arms over her head and sway even more
enthusiastically to some unheard rhythm. Transparency alert! Dawn gasped, Buffy
folded her arms, and Xander tried to cover his groan with a cough.
sidled up next to the Summers girls, taking the side not occupied by the
enthralled Tara. “I vote you beat her up,” she said to Buffy under her breath.
“I don’t like her. Or trust her.” She paused, studying the next movements of
the witch’s elaborate production number. “Is Spike boinking her?”
clenched her teeth. “I have no idea,” she gritted out. Then her eyes widened as
she realized she was feeling jealous and possessive and vaguely threatened. Oh.
My. God. That was sooo not good. Er, um, she frowned, was it?
obviously evil.” Anya went on. “Evil and naked.”
think she’s beautiful.” Buffy and Dawn turned to gawk at Tara. Her awe
had been clear on her face, but they were still surprised to hear her voice it.
And you’re gay. You’re probably lusting after her amazingly well endowed and
unnaturally firm body.”
enraptured expression faded and she looked slightly stricken.
not lusting after her well-endowed parts, or, er, any of her other parts,
either,” Buffy objected, trying to stare Anya down. “No lusting. She is
nothing wrong with it,” Anya said. “After all, her lover is insane now. In my
opinion that frees her up to lust after anyone she darn well pleases.” She
leaned around the sisters to smile encouragingly at Tara. “You go,
– I’m n-not ready to g-go!” Tara stammered out a protest. Her own
course you’re not! Willow has only been insane for a few days!” Buffy’s eyes went huge
again. “I mean –” she turned to glare harder at Anya. “Willow is not insane!
She’s just…” Buffy trailed off, attempting to find the right word.
raised a brow. “Crazy?” she suggested. “Nuts?”
unstable?” Anya contributed.
Buffy decided at last, trying to sound firm. She really wanted to spare Tara this
discussion, but Tara surprised her for the second time in as many minutes.
okay,” she said. Both the distress and the stammer had disappeared from her
voice. Instead, she just sounded sad. “Willow is
unstable right now. And dangerous. If I didn’t believe that, I never would have
agreed to have the protection spell done. I know this is something we need to
do. All of us.”
women were silent for a moment, gauging the truth of that. Naked witch or not,
none of them were going to refuse to have the protection spell done and they
all knew it. Unless…
she expecting us to drink that disgusting goop?” Dawn voiced their collective
them. “She anoints us with it.”
Anointing they could probably live with.
you think she has implants?” Anya tilted her head, studying the witch closely.
all three of the other women answered together. Nearby, Xander coughed again.
white witches supposed to be all with the respecting of nature? Surgically
altering your body doesn’t seem very respectful to me.” Anya’s arms were folded
now, too, making the gesture unanimous among all the
fully-clothed-in-non-transparent-clothing females in the room. She turned to
glare at her fiancé. “If you want to see me naked anytime in this century –
which I’ll remind you, Xander Harris, is very, very young – you will stop
not,” he panted. “Panting. No panting here.”
joined them. “I could hear your huffing clearly from across the room,” he said.
Guy here! Could we please have some guy-type solidarity? A little
consider it when you’re able to breathe normally again,” Giles said dryly. He
inclined his head toward the witch. “I believe she’s ready for us.”
don’t feel any different. Well, kinda hyper. She said that junk she rubbed on
us might make some of us act kinda weird and hyper-like for a few hours. Do you
feel different? Or hyper? Or different?”
Dawnster. I don’t think any of us do,” Xander added. He had no idea how any of
the others were feeling, but he was the third person she’d asked the same
questions of in the last one point five minutes, and, by reassuring her, he
thought he might be able to head Dawn off before she cornered Giles and Tara
and started chattering away to them as well.
did she say to you?” Dawn plowed on. “Did she say something weird?
Insightful-like? Or sorta forecasty?”
will be tested.”
Sooo not going
there. The Xan-man and testing did not go together well. Exams had long been
total choke time for him, and in his opinion, no more school should translate
into no more testing. Ever. With a side dish of never.
‘you will be tested’ forecasty? It had a forecasty feel to it, but he
didn’t much feel like thinking about the witch’s words right now. Every time he
saw Willow, even for a minute or two, floating in the air, unconscious,
and looking like she belonged in some freakish sci-fi film, his
this-cannot-be-happening sense of unreality increased. This was the third
night she’d been hovering in mid-air in the corner of Giles’ spare bedroom, and
he still felt completely shocked every time he caught sight of her. During most
of his ‘Willow-Watching’ shifts, he, and Ahn, if she was with him, tried to
keep Willow within their range of sight while avoiding looking directly at
her. They’d agreed that simpled things up for them mentally. Thankfully, Willow seemed
completely unaware of anything. Almost peaceful. The miniature lightning bolts
had stopped zooming around her that first night, as soon as Giles had sent her
to sleep. Which was good. And even with her head bent forward toward her chest,
she didn’t look all uncomfortable or anything. She just looked – floaty. And
look right at her, he told himself. Again. It’s easier.
he denied. “It was nothing.”
Did she say something like that to you?”
destiny is renewed.”
Dawn glanced away briefly as she answered, but her eyes returned almost
immediately to Xander. “Besides, Giles and Tara didn’t, like, certify her as a
fortune teller or anything, right? So even if she spouted out – stuff – it
wouldn’t necessarily mean anything. She could, you know, be totally wrong
about, er, whatever she said. Anything forecasty. And hey! No crystal ball. I
bet it was all totally bogus.
was just supposed to be good at protection spells. And I’m not even sure if that
worked. ‘Cause I don’t feel any different. Am I supposed to? Do you? You know,
was glad to see her leave. Weird witchy person. And what was up with that
Ancient Knight from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade stuff?
was literally bouncing on the balls of her feet as she stared at the door
C’erdd-Circe of Gwen had just passed through. Maybe she’d get arrested for indecent
exposure on the way home. They could all read about her in the paper tomorrow
and gloat. Except Xander. He’d probably go downtown and check out the mug shots
or something. Buffy was pretty sure Tara would want to go with him.
the witch’s weirdo-ness remind Spike of Drusilla, too? Did that make her his
she a weirdo? Is that why Spike was attracted to her? Oh, stop being so
stupid, Buffy, she chided herself. You’re not nearly as
weird/freaky/insane as Drusilla was. You’re only sorta weird and a little
freaky and mostly not insane at all.
had he met her?
how well did he know her?
just out of curiosity, could she hit something now? Or maybe get doughnuts?
Oooh – with jelly!
Tara left the
bedroom where Willow was ensconced, if it could be called that, and went into the
kitchen to join Mr. Giles. One more minute with her former lover’s floating
body and she would scream. Loudly. Which would probably send the entire Slayer
Circle into shock, and she didn’t think now was a good time for that.
Watcher was preparing some tea.
you like some help with that?” Tara asked quietly.
started. Apparently he hadn’t heard her come in. Soft of foot, Tara thought,
smiled. “Of course. Thank you.”
hope you’ve chosen something without caffeine,” Tara added. “I
think Buffy and Dawn are having that hyperactivity side effect C’erdd-Circe
warned us about. They’re practically bouncing off the walls. Anya’s looking a
little strung out as well.”
about you?” he asked, looking concerned.
a little tense,” Tara admitted. “But I think that’s just from seeing Willow like…”
quite.” He handed her some plates, and watched as she set them out on the
counter. “You are confident this spell was completely safe?”
she assured him. Tara had taken her responsibility in that area very seriously. The
last thing they needed was more trouble with unstable spells, untested magic,
or anything remotely dangerous. After Giles had made inquiries about C’erdd-Circe
of Gwen, and, satisfied, had given the initial go-ahead, Tara had met
with the white witch to go over every detail of the spell carefully. Tonight,
she’d examined the ingredients, she’d watched them as they were being combined,
and even though she’d been slightly distracted by the other woman’s beauty,
she’d paid fairly close attention to everything that was being said as well.
She was certain everything that had transpired had been safe.
I ask you something, Tara?”
I seem close-minded to you?”
question surprised her. “N-no. Not at all. I think you have a very curious
mind. You, um… You seem to like learning new things, exploring issues
from all sides.”
looked pleased. “I’ve always thought so.”
the ups and downs, finding just one more source to confirm a theory,
extrapolating possibilities to the nth degree…” she went on, deadpan.
yes,” Giles broke in with dry humor. “I get your point.”
do you ask?”
your mind. Look to discover.”
no reason. Just something I was thinking about. I’d hate to become too stuffy.”
down, hiding a smile.
own mouth curved as he caught it. “What’s that you say, Tara?” he
teased. “Too late?”
laughed softly together. It was – nice.
still say she was evil. I’m pretty nervous about this spell we let her cast,
let me tell you.”
did investigate her,” Giles reminded Anya. “She has an excellent reputation,
and is considered quite trustworthy. Tara also researched the spell
she used on us. I don’t think we need have any concerns about her abilities, or
our safety. She was rather – unorthodox – though.”
Watcher sighed. “Yes. Mostly.”
her boobs were gigantic,” Dawn contributed. “Fake, too.”
threatened me,” Anya went on.
eyes flew to her in surprise. “She did? When? How? What did she say?” Xander
was when she was doing that touching thing. She said something about tearing my
heart tearing! Gross, gross, gross!” Catching everyone’s pointed stares, Dawn
seemed to realize she was overreacting. “Um, sorry.” She folded her hands
neatly in her lap and sat up very straight. Her foot, though, continued jiggle
up and down rapidly. The movement made Xander and Anya, who were seated on the sofa
with her, vibrate.
you certain that’s what she said?” Giles frowned.
glee with which Anya responded led Giles to believe she was indeed experiencing
a rather milder case of the hyperactivity that was so affecting Buffy and Dawn.
He glanced over at the older Summers girl, who was shadow boxing feistily in a
corner of the room, seemingly oblivious to the rest of them.
you must do that, Buffy,” he said with some exasperation. “Please refrain from
dropping your left shoulder. It’s extremely poor form.”
turned to them, her punching movements slowing. “Anyone wanna spar? I am so up
for it! Xander? We could go to the training room, and you could get all puffy.”
are not puffing up my fiancé!” Anya objected. “No puffing or swelling of any
kind!” She turned an accusatory stare toward Giles and Tara. “Was there some
sort of lust ingredient mixed into this spell?”
rolled his eyes. “No, Anya.”
never letting naked witches put spells on me again. Nope. Not this girl. Even
if I am the only one she threatened.” She looked around, studying their faces.
“She said something to all of you, too. She didn’t threaten to tear anyone
else’s parts out? Or off?” She scooted closer to Xander and looped his arm
around her shoulders so that she could snuggle up against him. She looked into
his eyes anxiously. “She didn’t threaten any of your, um, parts, did
didn’t threaten me at all, Ahn.”
others looked at each other, mumbling amongst themselves and agreeing that none
of them had been threatened either.
you misunderstood her,” Giles tried to soothe Anya. “There was no reason
whatsoever for her to threaten any of us. And,” he finished, “she did tend to
speak in that breathy sort of –” his hand gestured expressively, “Whisper.”
suppose… Maybe,” Anya conceded.
who was once again ignoring them and boxing her invisible opponent, turned
back. “Will Spike be here soon for his Willow-Watching shift? He’ll
two of you will not spar inside my home!” Giles said firmly.
lower lip jutted out, and, as he often did, he caved to its power.
you feel the need to work off some energy,” he allowed. “There’s some space in
the garden that should afford you some privacy.”
and Xander looked at each other instinctively, giggled like exceedingly
ill-behaved school children, and mimicked his pronunciation of ‘privacy’. Since
the proper pronunciation of ‘schedule’, and any reference to the boot of a car
as anything other than the ‘trunk’, elicited the same reaction from them, he
should have expected it.
glared at them. “We did invent the language, you know. Just because you
Colonials have butchered large parts of it…”
looked satisfied to have gotten his concession on the Spike sparring, and was
punching the air in a rapid-fire volley of short jabs. “Will he be here soon?”
Watcher pulled off his glasses and wearily rubbed at his eyes. “Yes. Soon.” Please.
Soon. With the arrival of the ‘next shift’ so to speak, this lot would,
perhaps, have the good sense to go home. He was exhausted, and
desperately longed to seek his bed. Spike would roll the tally into the spare
bedroom and occupy his time watching Willow, old
movies, and, if one caught his eye, the occasional infomercial. He’d never admit
to that last, of course. Moreover, he would be a good deal quieter than this
chattering bunch. Dawn and Anya had barely allowed a moment of silence since
the spell had been cast.
Lord, he thought. I’m anticipating the arrival of Spike as a step toward
the return of sanity, and possibly some semblance of order, to my home. That
must surely be a sign of impending doom.
Pizza!” Dawn burst out, jumping up from her seat. “I’m ordering! Who wants in?”
chorus of ‘me’s’ filled the room. Apparently, going to their own homes hadn’t
yet occurred to them. Couldn’t Spike show up a bit early and glare at them or
something? That might clear out at least one or two.
who’s paying?” Dawn went on.
Anya volunteered with enthusiasm.
Giles decided, proved conclusively that Anya was experiencing some
unusual side effects from the spell and the anointing.
Tara listened to
the others in silence, until the subject turned away from the white witch. Then
she just tuned them out.
of Gwen had spoken to each of them, quietly, privately, as she touched
an anointing forefinger to the hollows of their throats. She’d watched the
expressions of surprise or puzzlement crossing the others’ faces, and had hoped
that, when her turn came, the other woman would have some words of comfort to
offer, something that would make it possible for her to look toward the coming
months with more hope.
there hadn’t been a message for her. The witch had touched her and looked into
her eyes, just as she’d done with the others. But instead of saying something
in her theatrically spooky voice, she’d gasped quietly, and tugged her hand
away, a look of shock on her face.
that was mixed with wonder, and with something more. In her entire life, Tara had never
seen that on anyone’s face when they looked at her, and it had
taken her a moment or two to identify it. When she did, her puzzlement grew to
a vague disquiet.
that hint of something more in C’erdd-Circe of Gwen’s eyes had been fear.
was angry and tired, and extremely glad Willow had finally
been pronounced fit to be taken to her parent’s home.
had been four days since Dawn had been attacked, and it seemed her world had
shrunk down to long hours at Giles’ apartment, and equally long hours not at
Giles’ apartment worrying about what was happening there. Or what might
happen there. Even though Willow-Watching wasn’t physically taxing, it, and the
entire situation, had been emotionally exhausting for the entire gang.
been so sure. She might have denied it if asked, but Buffy had been certain
that once the power dealer’s magic was completely out of Willow’s system and
she was again awake, everything would be fine. Willow would be
sorry, and anxious for their forgiveness. She would bake yummy cookies, and
apologize every couple of minutes… for months.
the Willow who’d woken up from the sleeping spell that morning was not
apologetic, didn’t seem sorry, and didn’t ask for their forgiveness. And she
definitely hadn’t made any moves to do the baking of the remorse cookies.
she was sullen, and mostly silent, and seemingly resentful of everyone who
cared about her.
first words out of her mouth – her sarcastic inquiry of Buffy as to whether or
not ‘her’ power dealer had been fun to slay – had hardly been reassuring to any
of them. When Buffy had reminded her that she didn’t know who ‘her’ power
dealer was, Willow had given a rather satisfied little smirk. She had then looked
them all over like they were some kind of scummy blob of goo that had washed up
on the beach, and she’d had the misfortune to step into, barefoot, and,
with her nose seemingly stuck in an upright position, she had informed them all
coolly that she wished to go to her parents home.
knew for a fact that, unlike the other night with C’erdd-Circe of Gwen, she had
not been the only person in the room who had been looking with longing
eyes towards Giles’ weapons chest during Willow’s little awakening ceremony.
Even Xander had eyed it once or twice. Everyone was angry. Very angry. And
hurt. Dawn, who’d been expecting Willow to be horrified that she’d left her in
a waiting room where she was attacked by a demon, and Tara, who’d hoped for
some sign, any sign, of remorse and love, were especially devastated.
and Tara had been locked in their respective bedrooms since they’d arrived home
nearly two hours ago, and Buffy sincerely hoped they were finally asleep.
Xander had suggested they spend the evening at a movie – something light, and
funnily distracting, to take their minds off the New and Not One Bit Improved
Willow. Determinedly, they had all agreed, but the movie hadn’t seemed very
amusing at all when they could all hear Tara’s soft sniffling over the
soundtrack, and catch glimpses of Dawn’s tears in the light from the screen.
Afterward, Xander had been apologetic, but they’d all agreed that the idea had
been a good one, even though it hadn’t really worked, and they’d parted with
major huggage all around.
punched her pillow viciously.
been mad at Willow before, yeah. Since the redhead had stumbled into the house
with electricity crackling around her, and probably before that, too, she’d
been upset with her friend’s actions and recklessness. But that anger had been
mixed with fear, and worry, and a slew of possible excuses for Willow’s behavior.
Right now, the fear and worry were buried pretty deeply, and she’d run out of
thought they were all feeling betrayed. After Xander and Giles had returned
from driving Willow and the small cache of her possessions that had moved with her
from the Summers home to the Giles home, to her parents, they’d spent some time
discussing this somewhat unexpected turn of events. It was clear that Buffy
hadn’t been the only one who’d thought Willow would be
mostly back to normal once she awoke. But angry or not, they had all voiced a
determination that they would find a way to help their friend, to get Classic
Willow back, whether she wanted to come back or not.
rolled restlessly on the bed, and flipped her pillow over to expose the cooler
side. She felt like she hadn’t slept in days. She had, of course, but her
nights had been filled with worries and an increase in nightmares, and hadn’t
been particularly restful. She’d also been upset about – well, about no Spike
out on the roof. She didn’t know what was more disturbing – the fact that she
found his absence so disturbing, or the fact that she didn’t find it very
disturbing that she found his absence so disturbing.
was out there tonight. She could feel him easily.
barely seen each other since the night Dawn had been attacked. Their
Willow-Watching shifts didn’t cross. Even though Spike stayed all night, and
Buffy arrived in the morning, she didn’t come until Dawn had left for school,
and by that time, Spike had already taken off to avoid being trapped at Giles’
house all day by the sun. Apparently, tunnel access was a problem in her
Watcher’s neighborhood. Further, and to everyone’s surprise, Anya had asked Spike
if he would mind helping out at the shop a little until Giles was free to
resume his regular schedule. Spike had then surprised everyone even more by
she’d come back, this was the longest they’d gone without talking. Or sharing.
Or just spending time together.
curled onto her side, stroking her cheek across the smooth cotton of her
I miss you. >
Miss you, too, love. >>
did this not startle her?
Come in here. To me. >
heard the mental groan clearly. << I can’t. >>
We can talk. >
Right. I come in there now and the only talking we’ll be doing will involve
things not intended for the bit’s ears. She’s still awake. So’s doe eyes.
Doe eyes? >
Oh. > Of course. < Spike, I – I… >
Me, too. Now go to sleep, pet. I know you haven’t been resting. I can see it in
your eyes. >>
You’ve been close enough to me to see into my eyes? >
Managed it once. Last night about 10:00. We passed
each other in the Watcher’s hallway. There was some talk of us sparring, but
then the bit went over all sick to her stomach and you had to take her home.
She ate seven pieces of pizza in less than fifteen minutes! >
That will teach her not to race with Harris. >>
laughed softly. < Didn’t matter. Anya beat them both. >
Go to sleep. >>
I – > She gave up. < Night, Spike. >
Night, love. >>
more try. < I’m, ah, glad you’re out there. >
‘m glad, too. >>
I didn’t like it when you weren’t. >
I know, love. >>
soon as he heard the first gasp, he was beside her. She was upset and
overtired, and he’d known she’d have a nightmare. He was pretty bloody sure
she’d had several already this week, and he’d been bracing himself for this one
since he’d heard her breathing drift into the evenness of sleep.
arms were around her, his hands stroking, and his voice rumbled, a soothing
presence against her ear.
You’re safe, love. Safe.”
kept up the familiar flow of words as she began to wake.
she gasped out.
I have you, love. You’re awake, alive. You’re fine. Just breathe for me now.
felt her struggling against the terror, fighting to regain her ability to take
in air and expel it normally. Her anger over the attacks continued to increase,
and she had grown even more verbal about that anger, but her ability to control
them or work through them with any success was still inconsistent. And he knew
she was seriously brassed off about that too. “It’s just breathing,”
she’d said, over and over.
I hate this. Hate it. It’s so – so … I hate that I can’t breathe, hate
that I can’t control these stupid attacks… But I hate the dreams even more.
Hate living through that again, night after night. Buried alive. Can’t get out,
dirt falling on me, filling my mouth, can’t scream, can’t breathe, can’t…”
know, pet.” And he did. “I still remember. Been 120 years, and I still
hate it so much,” she said again. “Am I gonna have these nightmares that long?”
smiled into her hair. “Yeah, love. When you’re 140 years old, I’ll still be
climbin’ in your window to wake you from them, too.”
felt some of the tension leave her body, felt her soften against him.
funny, Mr. Older than Dirt.” The tiniest smile curved her lips.
you to relax a bit, dinit?”
she admitted. “Those dreams, Spike, they’re –”
they – will they really last for years?”
say, love. Can only tell you that mine did, and that –” he broke off.
she prompted, looking at him in the moonlight.
that I hope yours don’t,” he finished quietly.
tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. It looked silver in the light and
he was struck once again by the memory of that night – here in her room – when
she’d been dead. When she’d come to him in some kind of vision and he’d spent
the night burying himself in her body over and over.
so beautiful,” he told her starkly. He didn’t elaborate, just ran his eyes over
her face and hair. His right hand cupped her neck, and his left touched her
softly, his fingertips grazing gently over the contours of her face, tracing
the line of her lips and cheeks, the quirky bend of her nose.
He leaned into her, his lips following the path of his fingers. “The way you
taste, your smell. Everything about you. I can’t stop thinking about how it
feels to touch you, put my mouth on you, watch your face when you come. How it
feels to come in your hands, to feel them cupping me, wrapping around me, stroking.
I bloody well can’t stop thinking about the way everything inside me heats up
and I feel like I’m all bound up with you in some kind of – I don’t even know.
A different world. You.”
hands were touching her now, moving, sliding over her head, her neck, tracing
the still too sharp curve of her shoulders. She shivered under his touch, and
closed her eyes, and he could feel the change in her body, feel it move from
the accepting of comfort to something more. A wanting, a yearning that matched
his own. When his mouth closed on hers, he knew she felt the same wave of
desire wash over her that he felt. Intense.
still… not enough.
arms lifted to encircle his neck, and she held him with all the magnificent
power in her body. Her mouth opened to his, inviting him to deepen the kiss,
and she moaned.
wanted to hear her moan like that again. Right into his ear. All night. Wanted
to hear those little catches in her breath, the almost silent huffs of air that
screamed out her pleasure. He’d heard them before, and he wanted to hear them
again, this time as he thrust into her, withdrew, thrust again…again, again,
heard the quiet sobs before Buffy did, and his head lifted from her breast to
tilt, senses alert. His first thought was that the bit was reliving her run in
with that Vpastus’zyn demon, but it wasn’t her sobs he heard.
eyes met Buffy’s.
should… do you think…?”
he rolled to his feet and reached down to offer her his hand. “Yeah, go.”
soothing sounds faded away, and as the women’s voices grew more distinct, Spike
Of. His. Business.
tossed his cigarette off the edge of the roof, watching the glowing arc
disappear into the grass below. After a quick glance at the window of Joyce’s
old room, Spike decided to give the birds some privacy, and he followed the
path of his cigarette, leaping off the roof after it.
only did he not want to intrude, he really didn’t want to know. He was
already annoyed by the fact that he seemed to have developed a soft spot for Tara, and the
fact that Willow’s actions had hurt her only made him more furious with the
redhead. That fury, in turn, only served to increase his annoyance. It was a
bloody vicious circle. He damn well shouldn’t care about this stuff, and the
less he knew the better.
and Dawn, he told himself firmly. Again. That’s it. Just his girls. They
mattered. The rest of humanity could take a flying leap…
Well, maybe the Watcher. Respect, at least. He didn’t care
about the other man. Didn’t…
Spike felt a sense of horror wash over him. Bloody…
Buffy, Dawn, Giles. Three. No real threat to his demon status, was it?
And Tara, he conceded with some reluctance. Couldn’t eat her,
could he? If he, er, could. After all, the good witch watched out for Dawn,
behaved all motherly with her, kinda like…
Like Liza at the soddin’ flower shop. After that first
time, he and the bit had stopped in fairly regularly at the shop, and the
Englishwoman and the young girl had developed a very nice friendship. He’d
encouraged it because Emily made Dawn laugh, and he was glad his girl was
working for the other woman now. Be a good place for her, her own place,
one with no ties to her big sis. Give his girl a taste of independence; help
her build her own identity.
Not to mention the inexplicableness of Liza knowing what
he was and never acting like it was a source of concern or even worth
mentioning. A bit like his Slayer’s mum in that regard, she was.
So… five. Five. That had to be his limit.
hoped Tara was going to be okay. Didn’t deserve to be hurt like that, did
she? Bloody redheaded witch.
paused under his old tree to light a cigarette. Ah, old times. Stalker
boy, as that tosser Harris had called him. Just because he’d hung out here a
lot, and had entertained himself by sneaking around in the house while they’d
been in bed... Just because he’d watched his Slayer sleep once or twice, or,
okay, maybe a few more times than that, and nicked a few pairs of her little
bits of lace, didn’t mean...
okay, yeah, maybe it did. Still, hadn’t harmed any of them, had he? Should earn
him points for failure to terrorize or something.
Deliberate failure to
terrorize, he amended. He was damn well capable of terrorizing anyone he
pleased. He was a terrifying fellow. Make the tiniest effort, flash just a hint
of fang, could make anyone tremble… Add a little snarl, and he’d have half the
wankers in town pissing themselves…
the images, Spike was exhaling a long stream of smoke when he saw the movement
and spun toward it.
was walking across the lawn toward him. She wasn’t strolling casually, nor was
she hurrying. Her pace was steady, and there was a solemn, determined look on
her face. Spike frowned. Not fast, not a stroll, her face solemn. He felt a
clutch of fear. What was it? Was something really wrong with Tara? Something
more than pain and anger, that is? Or worse, had something happened to the bit?
Was she sickly again? He’d only been off the roof for a few minutes...
his voice carried his questions.
didn’t say a word. She just walked right into his arms, right into him,
and started wrapping him in her limbs.
more waiting,” she said.
mouth sought his, hot and needy.
own hunger exploded. He sank a hand into her hair, and wrapped the other arm
around her, hauling her up so that she wrapped her legs around him. He took her
weight into his arms, lifting her higher against him. Her thighs tightened. Oh,
yeah. He loved that. “Anything, Slayer. I’ll give you anything you want,
anything you need.”
the taste of her. He needed to feel her, to sheath himself in her body,
deep. Deeper. Now. No more waiting. Tonight he was bloody well
going to make her his. Starting now.
– Where? Where?
- that tree. It was by the curb and near the sidewalk, but it didn't matter.
The outside tips of the branches dipped low, almost to the ground, and it was
dark beneath them, a shadowed and private cavern of night darkened greenery
encircling the furrowed bark of the trunk.
hands were tugging at her clothes, even as he was carrying her swiftly into
those promising shadows. Impatiently, he tore the strap of her thin cotton tank
top, and pushed the fabric out of his way, fastening his mouth to her breast as
he ducked under the branches, and felt them sweep along his back. Buffy cried
out loudly at the rough contact with his mouth, but the sound faded into a
series of pleasured moans as his cheeks hollowed and he began to suck on her
flesh fiercely. His own groan echoed hers. Oh, harder, suck her harder. Suck
her, suck her...
pull, tear, get her clothes off. Strip her bare. Strip her, and… fuck... He
couldn’t work his zipper. Couldn’t – sonofablo –
hands took care of the stubborn metal for him, and he groaned in surprise and
lust and appreciation.
yeah, gotta get inside her, get inside, inside...
god, oh god… Right there.
entire body flexed, and then surged forward, thrusting deeply into her heat.
Into her. Buffy.
of wanting, dreaming, imagining…
a minute he shuddered to immobility, as his flesh cried out in thanksgiving.
Oh, good, so good, so good, so... He was inside her. Inside her. Inside Buffy.
His cock was buried deeply within her, sheathed in her tight passage. Oh,
shock was almost more than he could handle, and he held himself savagely rigid
for several moments as his brain tried to adjust, to accept, to believe. He
felt torn between the desire to howl with triumph and the aching need to weep
with gratitude. He remained still until he felt he’d gained enough control to
hold out for a bit – maybe an entire minute, he thought with a flash of
raised his head from her breast, and smoothed her hair back from her face with
a shaking hand. He had her pinned up against the trunk of the tree, and she was
wrapped tightly around him, clinging. She looked almost as stunned as he felt.
She breathed out his name, and leaned forward, flicking her tongue against his
Only that, her name. “Buffy…”
then he began to move. The drive was still strong, but the desperation had
lessened once his body was buried deeply within hers. It was as if the
connection soothed something within him, calmed him, even while his passionate
need didn’t fade.
hands slid under her body, cupping her and lifting her a little, shifting her
position to give him more freedom of movement, and a better angle of
penetration. Buffy gasped at the difference, and began to rock against him.
little thrusts. Try to hold out. Velvet. She’s velvet. Wet and tight and so hot.
So hot. Green eyes shot with gold, mouth open into an ‘O’. Heat. Desire.
Throaty, guttural moans, gasps… His? Hers? Tension building, coiling within
him. Need rising, squeezing his entire body.
to come, to pour himself into her, leave a part of himself inside her to be
absorbed by her body, taken in. Just one cell. One. To stay. Deeper now. Longer
strokes. Reach deep. Take her. Brand her body with yours. Leave your imprint in
her mind forever.
Louder, joining together into one continuous noise; ecstasy seeking verbalization.
Brain shutting down, closing off until there was only this; take me, take me,
take me, take me, take me, take me, take me, takemetakemetakemetakemetakemeeee.
then, nothing but sensation as his body went still, the long groan as he began
to come, moving again as he continued to pour himself into her, planting his
essence deep, endless release, so powerful that he couldn’t think, could only
hold on, hold her, and ride it out, pleasure beyond reason or words.
his body stopped shuddering, Spike slowly lifted his head from Buffy’s
shoulder, and looked into her face. He felt shaken, shattered. He couldn’t
quite believe… He took in her dazed expression, the huge eyes, the soft curve
of her mouth. Buffy. His touched his forehead to hers.
love you.” It was a vow. “More than existence, more than blood.”
didn’t respond, and he hadn’t expected her to. He knew she wasn’t ready, might
never share his feelings, but it hadn’t mattered; he’d had to say it. This once
at least. Her eyes stayed on his, though, open and accepting, and her body
quivered around him.
changing position, he started to move again. She kept her eyes locked to his in
just the way he liked. He loved looking into her eyes, watching the pleasure
there deepen and grow. Watching it build and build and build…
he wanted her to see him, to really see him. All of him.
wondered if she did. If she ever would. Ever could.
eyes began to fall closed.
Don’t close your eyes. Keep looking at me.”
move on me like a dancer,” he growled. His hands slid up her thighs to her
hips, oh, those hips, and his eyes, hungry and dark with passion, roamed
her graceful form. “Just watching you makes me feel like I’m gonna explode.”
hips left the ground, thrusting up into her. “More, take more.” Stroking deep.
said almost nothing. But she made the most delicious sounds. Needy little gasps
and moans that sent fire licking though his veins, and kept him marble hard.
closed his hands more tightly on her hips and changed the rhythm and direction
of her movements just a little, meshing them with his own. “Yeah, like that.
Good? Deep enough?”
Her body spasmed, pre-orgasmic. “Unnh.”
beautiful. You’re so bloody beautiful.”
ground his head back into the turf, squeezing his eyes closed. Maybe if he shut
out the visual stimulation, he could last longer. Almost as soon as his lids
lowered, though, he knew it wouldn’t help. His others sensed were still
drowning in her. Scent, taste, sound, feel. She was washing over him in waves,
sucking him under the surface.
She moaned and his eyes flew
open. Her head had fallen back, and she had that look on her face.
Blind. Exalted. Approaching climax. Just what he’d been waiting for… He wanted
to come with her, to feel her body gripping and squeezing his as he shot his
seed into her. He was shocked by this unexpected and overpowering need –
to pour himself into her over and over and over, to have her accept that part
“Lean back, love,” he urged.
“Yeah, a little more. Come with me now.” His voice went guttural. “Now, Buffy.”
were laying flat on their backs, breathing raggedly. God! The grass was cool
against her bare flesh, and her brain tried to scream at her for a moment. Of
course the grass is cool! It’s the middle of winter! And you’re laying naked on
the lawn in your front yard. You’re also just a few feet from the sidewalk and
the street. And there’s a streetlamp not so very far down the block.
could see you.
but it’s the middle of the night, another part of her whispered, and it’s dark
here under the branches of this tree. Sheltered and secret, and oh, god, I want
just come, what – two minutes ago? – and she wanted him again. She felt like
she was starving and he was bread. Life sustaining bread. She rolled toward
him, her hands seeking his body.
groaned, and pulled her over him.
bent to him, stroking open palms with pleasure over the hardness of his chest.
inside me,” she invited, and caught his mouth with hers as he slid into her
again. Her tongue stroked and swirled against his, the two twining together in
a primitive mating dance. He tasted so good. And the way he kissed…
pulled back, her hands sliding along his arms so that she could lace her
fingers with his and draw his arms up over his head. His eyes caught hers as
she leaned forward to press his hands firmly to the ground. The hunger she
could read there made her body tighten around his.
she moaned out, and bent over him to brush her breasts invitingly against his
face. He accepted, capturing a nipple and sucking fiercely on her aroused
ohhh, more, more…”
insatiable,” he muttered minutes later, his breath still touching her wet, hard
nipple. Approval and satisfaction were dripping from his voice.
lifted herself just enough so that she could see into his eyes, her hips
keeping his rhythm. “Me? You’ve been hard all night long.”
“Yeah, I know. You do that to
me, love. Bloody wonderful, innit?”
“Yeeesss,” she moaned out, and
leaned down to push her other breast into his mouth.
pulled her to him, snuggling closely to her back, and running his hands over
the front of her thighs. When she leaned back into him, wordlessly encouraging
his hands to continue to explore – other – parts of her front, they complied.
didn’t think his lady should have to ask twice. Or, really, even once.
turned their bodies a little so that they were facing the ancient trunk of the
tree. Strong hands closed over hers and lifted them to the rough bark, where he
held them. His body moved against hers, caressing her back with his chest, and
thrusting his hips against the smooth cheeks of her ass.
yourself, love,” he urged, and released one of her hands so that he could guide
himself into her.
moaned as he filled her again. A series of little sounds – ooohs, and ohs, ahs
and unnhs, started to escape her between harsh breaths. The steady stream of
encouraging sounds hardened him even further, which he’d’ve thought would’ve
been physically impossible. Gonna make it last this time. Long and slow.
slid his fingers between hers.
like molten lava inside,” he said into her ear. “I’ve never felt anything so
hot. You burn me, Buffy, and I never wanna pull out of the fire.”
hands left hers, sliding with slow sensuality up her arms, as he continued to
rock into her. They went to her face, covering it, exploring every detail as
though he was a blind man attempting to see her through the tips of his
fingers. They came at last to her mouth, and he slid two fingers between her
you taste yourself on my hand?”
same fingers had been buried inside her body just minutes ago.
on them. On my fingers.”
did, taking the time to stroke her tongue along the sides of each digit.
like that. Taste good?”
slid his hand down her body and between her legs, stroking her there where the
hard ridge of his flesh moved in and out of her.
fingers, freshly coated with her juices, replaced the ones in her mouth.
breath hissed against her ear. “I like how you taste, too. That night in my
crypt, with my tongue inside you… Your flavor, Buffy… I almost went off in my
jeans, just from the taste of you.” He pressed deeper into her, and moved his
fingers in her mouth, stroking them in and out. “Oh, yeah. Yeah. Suck me, love.
Suck me clean.”
body arched and a deeper moan escaped.
body changed its rhythm, drawing her away from the edge.
not yet. Not yet. Don’t come yet. It’s too soon.”
yet. Too soon.”
can come again when you’re ready,” she was finally able to articulate some
words, and her voice held promise, reminding him unnecessarily of just how many
times she could come in an hour. “Don’t –”
yet, love. You come now, you’ll take me with you. Your body clamps around my
cock so tight when you come… I’ll never last through that without going off.”
protest faded into a deep groan as his fingers moved to her breasts. She had
the most amazing breasts, incredibly sensitive and responsive. Her nipples were
gonna trigger a thousand orgasms, he was sure. More. And he was bloody well
gonna pull that trigger whenever he could. But not right now. Don’t let her
Okay, unnh, I’ll wait if you keep doing that…”
gave a rumble of amusement.
pulled a hand away from the tree to press his hand more tightly to her breast,
but the movement almost threw them both off balance.
Her hand flew back to the tree trunk, bracing them again.
how you love that, pet.”
fingers twisted and she cried out.
Talk to me.”
me feel sooo good…” She groaned out the words. “Sooo good. I’m gonna,
enough. He pulled her away from the tree and turned her so that she was
supporting her upper body with her hands on the ground now.
Now. Gonna take you hard, now, Buffy. Lean down.” His hands grabbed her hips,
and then he was thrusting into her forcefully, almost slamming his hips against
hers. He’d bury himself, grind against her, then pull back only to slam into
her again. More. Harder. Her cheek hit the grass. Bloody… She’d probably have
died to see herself in this position, but right now, she didn’t even seem aware
of it, and she certainly wasn’t protesting. Instead, she was making those
sounds. Again. Intense, mindless sounds of pleasure.
Fast. Deep. Deeper.
me now, love.” He leaned over her, his chest pressed to her back, and slid his
hands around her body. One went to a breast, teasing and twisting the nipple
again, while the other slid between her legs to touch her the way he knew her
body was screaming to be touched.
convulsed, and her inner muscles clamped down on Spike’s aching flesh just as
he’d known they would.
He began to come with a groan that started somewhere deep within his chest, and
exploded out of his mouth. “Ah, more. I have more. Tighter, Buffy,” he
begged, continuing to thrust and release himself into her. “Squeeze me dry.”
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop touching me.”
“I won’t,” he said again. And then, sounding helpless, “I
god, closer. Closer. I need…”
need to take me deeper. All. The. Way. Take me to the hilt.” He gasped. “Fuck,
Slayer, you’re tighter than your own fists, and I bloody well know just how
tight your fists are.”
you even know the meaning of the word ‘inhibitions’?”
inhibitions. Admit it, love, you’re bloody glad I don’t.”
< You taste so good. >
<< You can’t know good
until you’ve tasted yourself. >>
< Didn’t I do that a
little while ago? >
<< Yeah, love, you did.
< You make me feel so warm
<< Heating up from the
inside out. >>
“Mmmm.” < Yeah. >
Her hand touched his mouth, tracing over his lips. < Spike. I want that
back, so much. Wanna feel that again… >
<< Bein’ inside each
other? On the sofa? >>
< Yeah. >
<< What was that? >>
< Who knows? Who cares?
> There was a kind of dazed amusement
in her thought.
<< Didn’t scare you, then?
< No! > A pause. < Did it scare you? >
<< Not hardly. >>
His own silent snort of amusement. << But still, unnatural… some force,
< A good force. Only good
could feel so – good. >
<< Hate to break it to
you, Slayer, but evil can feel pretty good, too. Why do you think it seduces so
< Do you think it was
evil? > Some concern now, reassurance
<< No. >> Another
pause. << No. It was good. I could – tell, somehow. >>
< Me, too. > Relief. Warmth flowing through her and into him. <
Promise me that we’re gonna find that again. >
I want it, too, love. >>
few minutes of near silence, punctuated only by soft sounds of pleasure, a
gasp, another, quiet little moans.
So, this new method of yappin’ at each other… Could get used to it right quick.
Leaves our mouths free for all sorts of other interesting things, doesn’t it?
need to go in. It’s starting to get light.”
flammable vampire, people starting to get up to go to work and seeing us naked
under the tree…”
more time. I need you one more time. C’mere.”
attempted to ignore him. She found her tank top on a branch and slipped it on.
The torn strap hung loose, and the side of the top it should have been
supporting drooped down, catching on the tip of her breast.
groaned. “How can you cover up that body? Gotta be a sin, Slayer. Being a white
hat, isn’t it your duty to avoid those?”
getting light!” she said with more force.
then,” he urged. Spike tugged the pajama pants she’d just found out of her
hand, and pulled her back onto his lap. His hands curled around her calves as
he wrapped her legs around his waist, settling her against him. Once she
complied, his palms slid up the back of her thighs and came back to rest again
on her hips.
mouth went to her ear. “We have time, love. I slide in, all the way. Bury
myself in you. Then you use those Slayer muscles on me. We have time for that…”
damn him, damn him, damn him, she thought, even as she moved against him,
positioning herself. How could she still be so hungry?
almost lost it as he slid back inside her. The long, slow, moan that worked its
way out of her as he pushed in caused his hands to tighten.
the way. Take me all the way in.”
Her body shifted, rocked, accommodating him, finding just the right angle… oh,
right there. As the last inch of him disappeared into her folds their heads
fell back in twinned ecstasy, and they both shivered with pleasure.
good,” she breathed, drawing his head back up and leaning her forehead against
he agreed. He looked momentarily dazed, and his mouth found hers, kissing her
with a deep voluptuousness that made her whole body go liquid. The need to be
quick seeped out of her mind as their mouths met, parted, met again, slow, hot,
car horn sounded somewhere on the next block, bringing them back to the
present, and Buffy drew back reluctantly.
brushed a trembling hand over her hair, but then his eyes slowly transformed,
taking on a wicked gleam. When he spoke, his voice was positively sinful. “Have
at it, love. Squeeze me. Tight. Let me feel those muscles. Two, three times,
an’ we’ll both explode.”
looked into his eyes, and slowly, slowly, tightened her vaginal muscles. She’d
never done this. Never allowed herself… His whole body went rigid as she
clenched around him, tightening around his shaft with slow deliberation.
gray of the coming dawn had lightened the air, making his every expression
visible to her. And the look on his face, right now, of pleasure so intense it
bordered on, and perhaps even crossed over into pain, mesmerized her. She’d
never been free to…
god, again, love,” he panted. “Again. Tighter, harder. Strangle my cock. Hard
as you can.”
was concentrating now, taken over by an overwhelming desire to make him shake
in her arms. To make him moan and cry out. She wanted to unleash all the
strength in her body, the power she’d always had to keep a tight rein on
before. Always. She’d never been able to let that power out during sex, nor
anything near all of it. She wanted to…
saw his face change again, saw a different kind of light come into his eyes.
Show me, Buffy. >> None of the wickedness that had been in his voice and
eyes was present in the thought. Only warmth, passion and tenderness. And
another invitation. This time, to be herself. To, for the first time ever with
a man, let herself go. Completely. << Show me all of you.
Everything you have. Let go, love, let go. >>
felt something break free in her. Something deep inside. She never thought
she’d… Centimeter by centimeter she squeezed up his length again, her muscles
slowly contracting around him from base to tip. Intense pleasure quivered along
every nerve ending in her body.
Spike’s head felt forward, onto her shoulder, and he turned his face into her
throat as his arms closed around her with crushing force. His whole body was
shuddering now, his hands shaking as they wrapped into her hair. “Graaahhhaaagain…”
she was giving him. Her. The No-Holds-Barred-Buffy.
god, the freedom. The unbelievable freedom. Thankyouthankyouthankyou.
felt his teeth on her neck, blunt, nipping, and she cried out. Too much, it was
all too much… Her body was going to shatter into pieces.
Again, again, again. There’s never been anything like this, Buffy. Like you.
Never. Again, love. Take us both over the edge. Make us soar. >>
I will. I will. >
He was running. Using his
preternatural speed, he raced for his crypt, anxious to beat the dawn. He no
longer begged silently for the touch of the sun. He had all the light he
needed. The light he’d always craved.
He felt weightless. Almost as
though, if he ran just a bit faster, he would become airborne. Maybe he was
Tonight she’d been his. Even if
it didn’t change things, didn’t make anything permanent, or still his lingering
fears, for this night, at least, she’d been his.
The message was most unwelcome.
Doc glanced at the still twitching
body of the E-Ur Y’d’Ice demon on the floor at his feet. Whoever it was that
had argued against killing the messenger obviously didn’t understand the deep
pleasure it afforded.
Rack was dead.
What, exactly, had that hothead
done to bring about his newly heartless state? No apparent witnesses… No
reports from his usually strong security…
And worst of all, no more
contact with the witch.
They’d worked together several
times, and he’d had such hopes for the young Shroyer-Shanasher power dealer.
He’d known Rack sometimes fell victim to the temptation of impatience, so he’d
taken particular care in explaining that the situation with the witch should be
drawn out slowly, resulting in a lovely, painstakingly beautiful fall into
darkness, one they could all relish and enjoy. They could have told the tale of
her descent for hundreds of years, embellishing as one was wont to do with
Doc was confident that his – detailed
– descriptions of what Rack could expect if he messed up his assignment by
rushing things with the witch or any of the Slayer’s other little friends, had
been more than adequate. The fool’s death must be unrelated.
But now they may never really
have the powerful young witch. Her fall had just begun, and certainly she
hadn’t been taken deep enough. Sadly she could still find her way back to
light. It was always such a disappointment to lose the most promising young
ones. And the redhead had been so full of potential, such a find!
The things that had first
brought her to his attention, those deep ties to the loathed Slayer, were a
Of course, he hadn’t told Rack
the truth. The power dealer hadn’t been interested in working with Glory last
year, and Doc had assumed he would be equally unwilling this time around. After
all, even though Glory was out of the picture, the goal was the same. The ruse
that their ultimate goal was to corrupt and use the Slayer had been carefully
designed for maximum appeal to the greedy Rack.
The little demon pulled his tail
into his hands, and stroked it slowly, comforting himself, as he mourned the
loss of personal contact with the young witch. Oh dear. It would be such a
dreadful defeat to lose her altogether. Of course, there were still links, but
they were tenuous at best. Without someone right there to observe and
supervise, he had no way of judging how effective those links were, and he
simply didn’t have anyone else he could send to Sunnydale to concentrate
exclusively on her.
Nor could he go himself. He’d
never met her, but showing his face to her was far too risky until her descent
was much further along. Another annoyance…
He would have to give the
situation some thought, weigh the potential benefits against various scenarios
of time and trouble. Perhaps there was someone else in Sunnydale capable…
The witch’s head had been full
of information about the Slayer and the souled vampire. The Slayer’s greatest
love, and her greatest weakness. The redhead’s certainty on those points had
just begged him to set up shop in L.A., and he had no intension of leaving now.
Really, the mind boggled at the
thought of a Slayer with close ties to not just one, but two vampires,
he thought, remembering the other one – the one on the tower. Blond. Cocky.
Easily defeated, but taking up just a little too much time…Delaying the
cutting, the bleeding, the opening of the portal – delaying it all just long
enough to give the Slayer time… That arrogant vampire had saved this miserable
Patience, he reminded himself.
The next alignment wouldn’t be for months. He had a small group of scholars
working on it now, but he fully expected the time would coincide with the last
alignment, coming sometime in this country’s springtime. It wouldn’t do at all
to rush things, to succeed too early with plans that would then become useless
because the Slayer would have too much time to heal wounds, to recover and
regroup before he needed the key. Glory, although – glorious – had been a fool
at times. She had revealed herself too soon, given the Slayer and her friends
time to prepare for her. He’d tried to hold the lovely goddess back, but she’d
been far too stubborn. He shook his head sadly. Even gods made errors in
judgment. Only his presence at the tower, unexpected by the Slayer, had
saved the night from being a complete disaster. They’d been unsuccessful in
their goals, and Glory had, of course, been destroyed, but at least his cutting
of the key had forced the death of the Slayer – and he still felt a fierce pleasure
that his actions had forced suffering and pain onto those who had worked with
the Slayer to defeat them.
It was his only consolation, and
it had done much to soothe him as he twisted in the blinding light and pain of
the portal for long centuries.
And it reinforced his believe
that it was wisest to keep a low profile. One could get information in so many
ways. Glory had never understood that. Her arrogance had not done well in this
He hadn’t yet met this vampire –
this Angel who was so important to the Slayer. He’d toyed with the idea
of approaching him on a professional level, seeking his assistance in finding
some non-existent missing person, or some foolishness such as that. And, if all
else failed, that was still an option.
But the wonderful rumors he’d
heard about this vampire – this one with a soul who was supposedly
seeking his redemption – had led him on a different, and far more entertaining,
path. This Angel had been backsliding in the last year, having problems staying
on that straight and narrow path. He’d heard stories; about mistakes the
vampire had made, about walks he had taken on the dark side, this supposed
warrior of light.
Tsk, tsk. Perhaps this as yet
unseen champion could use some – help.
Over the long years of his
existence, he’d spent a lot of time listening. Listening and looking harmless.
He’d done so well with that duo. Humans, especially, were delightfully
susceptible to it. The soulful eyes, the gentle smile, the head cocked caringly
to the side, the nods of understanding; all carefully practiced and expertly
executed. But he’d learned that a lot of non-human types were almost equally
susceptible to the Bellamy persona.
It had served him well so often
in the past, and now he’d worked his way into the confidence of one of the
souled one’s inner circle. He’d only just made contact with Lorne, the
glorified bartender, and already the host had referred two of his patrons to
Soon, perhaps, he would refer
his most unique friend. The vampire with a soul, who was having so much trouble
controlling himself, and fitting into the human world. So in need of just the
kind of help Bellamy could offer…
And his patience and care would
once more be rewarded.
The corners of Doc’s mouth
turned up in a perfect little bow.
He’d only slept for a short
time. He could see that the light hadn’t changed much. Half an hour, maybe. He
rolled onto his back, his arm curving to drape over his eyes.
He let the images of Dru, of
Angelus and Darla, wash over him. They were already fading, as dreams so often
quickly do, but the taunting words of his vampiric family lingered, striking at
him like vicious body blows.
Stay the hell out of my sodding
head, the lot of you!
A small noise had him shooting
up in his bed, eyes searching for the nearest weapon. They stopped dead on his
Slayer, who stood silently at the base of the ladder.
“I had to wait for everyone to
leave,” she told him. Her eyes were riveted to his mouth.
A smile, pleased, but with
definite gloating overtones, curved it. He stretched his hand out to her.
She moved into his arms, her
body melting against him.
“I have to be home by three. No
“By three,” she reiterated, with
an attempt at firmness. The effect was lost as her voice became muffled against
his chest. “Don’t let me be late.”
“I won’t,” he assured her. Spike
lay back on the sheets and pulled her over him, his hands going to the buttons
of her blouse.
He tugged her closer. Her body
slid against his as she settled more comfortably against him, their legs
entwining. She was sleeping deeply, exhausted. Worn out. I did that, he thought
with satisfaction. Finally wore my lady out. He smiled into her hair, inhaling
her wonderful scent. Mmmm…
They were making love. She
knew exactly how to move to make him groan, how to touch him to make him gasp.
They’d done this hundreds of times, thousands. He knew her body better than he
knew his own, and she knew his. He was going to come, could feel the beautiful
build up of pressure, the wild pleasure. Then his fangs were buried in her neck
and he was drinking her, coming violently inside her, taking her – oh god, no,
draining her, turning her, even as she called out that she would love him
forever. Forever and ever and ever...
Spike’s eyes flew open. I’m
never bloody gonna sleep again, he raged to himself. Never. But nothing in his
hold telegraphed his unease. His arms remained close about her, clasping her to
Satisfaction curved her lips.
Mmmm… Even asleep, her mind was reliving the unbelievable pleasures of the last
They were making love. He
knew exactly how to move to make her groan, how to touch her to make her gasp.
They’d done this hundreds of times, thousands. She knew his body better than
she knew her own, and he knew hers. She was going to come, could feel the
beautiful build up of pressure, the wild pleasure. Then his fangs were buried
in her neck and he was drinking her, coming violently inside her, taking her –
oh god, no, draining her, turning her, even as she called out that she would
love him forever. Forever and ever and ever...
Buffy flew up in the bed with a
gasp, yanking herself out of Spike’s embrace.
“What is it, love?” he asked.
His voice sounded odd, off kilter.
Buffy pushed a hand into her
hair, and forced herself back to calmness.
It had been a dream.
Just a dream.
“Nothing,” she murmured, and
moved back into his arms. “Nothing at all.”
Just a quicky in case there’s anyone out there who doesn’t share
my weird sense of humor and is confused by some of the demon or secondary
character names included here, or even some unusual phrasings…
If your name/e-mail name/pen name appears in this story –
even if I’ve made you a blob of gooey demon flesh – the acknowledgement is a
thank you. Either your stories or your feedback to mine have touched me, and
led me to want to include you in Journeys. Thank you for the pleasure you’ve
August 13, 2003
Continued in Chapter Fifteen