SERIES : Eight Months to Eternity
PAIRING : Faith/Spike, later
Faith/Raven, possibly Spike/Raven
RATING : NC17
SPOILERS : just that the school was
blown up and Spike has the chip at first.
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these
characters.
NOTES & WARNINGS : a little
bloodyplay and murder throughout the series.
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Chapter 1:
Meeting
“Bloody slayer!” He murmured as
he opened up the door. “She just had to go and invite the ponce over...
couldn’t have waited, NO!” He was in full game face, it kept his senses alert
and he needed to be alert. He’d snuck in to the hospital to get blood. He had
no money and he couldn’t go to Giles’ because Riley was there with Buffy,
pretty much all the time. He wouldn’t get dragged back to the Initiative.
“William the effin’ Bloody is reduced to this. Stealin’ blood from the soddin’
hospital.”
Luckily it was in the basement
where the storage was and he could easily enter through the sewers relatively
unnoticed. Who was ever in the basement anyway?
She woke up. She opened her
eyes! The light blinded her temporarily and she tried to remember. The truck,
the fall, Buffy... it had been her. Buffy did this. Buffy would pay. Faith sat
up and ripped the IV out of her arm. “FUCK!” It hurt. She slowly stood up,
unbalanced at first, like she hadn’t stood in months.
She walked down the deserted
hallway. Where the hell was she? It smelled too clean, a hospital, obviously,
but where in the hospital. She rounded a corner when she bumped into a tall
peroxide blond. “Watch it asshole.” She said.
“Hey, I’m not the one who wasn’t
lookin’.”
“Like hell you weren’t!” She
said looking at him good for the first time. He was carrying bags of blood. She
thought for a second. “Do I know you?” She asked.
“No.”
“You look familiar.”
“I don’t think so. I’d remember
a-“
*Good job, Spike. Remember a
what? A gorgeous dark-haired voluptuous goddess?*
“A what?”
“A bitch of a hospital patient.”
He started on his way but she grabbed his arm. “Don’t touch me.” He warned.
“Why ya need all that blood?”
“Huh? What?”
“You’re carrying blood bags.
Why?”
“I’m a doctor and I’m taking
them up to the ER.”
*Oh tremendously convincing,
Spike. You USED to be smart.*
“You’re a vampire.” She said
accusingly.
“No I’m not.”
“Sure you are. I’d recognize a
vampire anywhere.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Cause I’m a fuckin’ slayer!
It’s my job.”
“That’s not possible. There’s
only one slayer and she’s a slut of a blonde thing.”
“So you *are* a vamp- what did
you say about the slayer?”
“Huh? Just that she’s a slut. I
don’t like her very much.”
“Duh, vampires and slayers don’t
get along.”
“Tell that to my poof of a
sire.”
“SO YOU ADMIT IT! You *are* a
vampire.”
“Bloody hell.”
*Does he know
Buffy?* She thought.
“Tell me, who’s your sire? How
do you know the slayer?”
“Why should I tell you?”
“You don’t have to. Just leave
the blood and we’ll call it even. It’s not like you can’t go out and find live
people. Why steal from the fuckin’ red cross?” She tried to take the blood and
he went to hit her and a searing pain ripped through his head.
“BLOODY HELL!” He dropped the
blood on the floor and grabbed his head.
“What the hell is wrong?” She
asked. He watched as she picked up the bags. The hospital gown fell down
revealing her beautifully shaped buttocks and shapely hips. It’d been too long!
“Nothing that concerns you.” He
looked at her, she was holding the bags, his only source of nutrition. “Are you
gonna give me those back or am I gonna die?”
“Huh?”
“Just give me those back.”
“No.”
*Why not Faith? It was okay if
people died, just not people in the hospital?* She laughed at her own logic.
“Just answer my questions.”
“Angelus is my poof of a sire,
the souled one. His little soul-stealer is the thorn in my bloody side.”
“Well, they won’t be a problem
for long.”
“Huh? You’ve certainly got my
attention.”
“Angel’s dying as we speak, if
not already and Buffy’s gonna die tomorrow, or maybe today, what time is it?”
“What the bloody hell are you
talking about?”
Just then he heard footsteps, a
human was coming. “Sorry to chat and run stranger, but I gotta go.”
“Me too.” He stared at her for a
moment and then grabbed her hand as she started to fall down.
“You hold the blood, I’ll hold
you and we’ll get outta here. I have to know what you’re talking about.”
*************
They were walking down an alley,
she was still in her hospital gown shivering. He reluctantly shed his duster
and offered it to her. “Take it.”
“What?”
“Take it. I don’t need it. You
do. I don’t want you to get cold.”
“Since when do you care about a
slayer’s body temperature?”
“I don’t and since when are you
a slayer?” She wrapped herself in the duster thankful for the heat it could
provide.
“Since I was called. When the
high and mighty princess failed and let the other get killed.”
“Oh, I remember that. Dru never
told me about it.”
“Dru?”
“My girlfriend, well
ex-girlfriend. She dumped me, said I wasn’t demon enough for the likes of her.
I tied her up, tortured her and she said we were okay, then I find her with
this fungus demon eight months ago and I said fuck that. She told me we could
be friends. FRIENDS? We were bloody mates, eternal love or we woulda been if
the bloody poof hadn’t shagged little Buff.”
“Don’t worry about them. I have
to get to the Mayor’s office. He’ll wanna know I’m okay.”
“Okay, tell me what you’re
talking about.”
He looked at her and she looked
thin. He wondered why she was in the hospital and for how long. “You know what?
We should get you inside.”
“Good idea. The Mayor’s office,
or my apartment.”
“Where’s that?”
“The complex on Main.”
“It’s been gone for a few months
now, Luv.”
“What?”
“The apartment building on main
was torn down a few months ago.”
“But I lived there. I was just
there.” She was upset. He didn’t understand.
“What date is it today?” He
asked her.
“June 20.”
“Luv, it’s February.”
“What?”
“It’s February. It’s been
February for a while now.”
“No, that’s not possible.
Graduation is tomorrow, the ascension is tomorrow. The Mayor is giving a speech
at the high school and I’ve gotta be there to fight.”
“The high school is burnt to a bloody
crisp, Pet. The Mayor and a few kids died in the explosion last June. Angel’s
in Los Angeles and Buffy’s in college.”
“No...” he watched as she began
crying and bolted.
*I don’t care.* He thought to
himself. Why should he care if a slayer was upset or running around in a
hospital gown? He didn’t. *I don’t... but that ass... those hips... NO! I don’t
care.* He thought, resolved to let running slayers run. *MY JACKET!* He
thought, the chit had his jacket, so he chased her.
He finally caught up to her in
front of the old high school. She was crying and as he approached her, she fell
to the ground shaking violently. “NO!” She cried. He shrugged and picked her
up. He had no idea where to take her. There was only one place he could think
of.
*************
He placed her on the couch.
She’d stopped shaking sometime on the way between the school and his sire’s old
mansion. Spike walked to the fireplace and started up a fire. She needed to eat
as well. Her eyes were glazed over as the flames got bigger. “Pet? You need to
eat something.” He needed to eat something.
He walked over to her and
reached his hand inside the duster she wore. His hand ‘accidentally’ brushed
over her breasts as he dug in his pocket for a bag he’d taken. She blinked as
he made contact with her nipples. He sat near the fire and vamped out, sinking
his teeth into the bag. He was starving!
She had gotten up now and he
tossed the empty bag into the fire to burn. She walked over to him and sank to
her knees between his legs. Her hands crept up his thighs and landed on his
cock, making him hard instantaneously. “Luv?” He choked out.
She shrugged the duster off and
reached back untying the string. Her hospital gown slid off revealing her
luscious plump breasts, ripe for the taking. He looked her over a few times,
taking extra seconds at her breasts and the dark nest of curls at the apex of
her legs. Cor it had been a while!
“Want me?” She asked. He nodded.
“Take me.” She dove on top of him, throwing him to the ground and he wrapped
his arms around her lithe body. She was curvaceous and soft in all the right
places. Her fingers were in his jeans before he knew it and he growled as they
wrapped around his cock. She divested him of the clothes sooner than he knew
what was happening. Her fingernails scraped over his nipples and down his taut
stomach. They caressed his cock and tickled the hair at the base of his penis
before lightly fondling his sac.
“Cor Slayer...”
“Faith.” She said.
“What?” She rocked against him,
pressing her heaving bosom into his chest.
“My name is Faith.”
“I’m Spike.” She stopped
touching him and sat up. “What?”
“William the Bloody, favored
childe of Angelus, fucking a slayer. Like father like son.” She giggled as she
climbed over him to straddle his hips.
“Only I don’t want in Betty’s
cunt.”
“No one but Angel wants that.”
“You’d be surprised.”
She slapped him and he growled.
“Let’s not talk about Buffy. I’ve been asleep a while and would like a good
fuck.”
“I’ll give you a great fuck. The
bloody fuck of your life, little girl.”
He grabbed her hips and slammed
himself up into her. She sank completely onto him and squeezed him. She was so
fuckin’ tight. She’d been in a coma for well over a half a year, of course she
was tight.
She set a fast pace, slamming
herself onto his huge cock. It felt so good to be full again. It was the only
thing she could to feel complete and he didn’t seem half bad, considering. The
minute she felt his ice-cold rod inside, she knew what B liked about vampires. It
was quenching the thirst and putting out the fire, while stirring another one.
It was incredible.
He squeezed her breasts and took
a nipple in his teeth and bit her lightly. He then flipped them over and
pounded her into the concrete floor. She arched off the floor to meet him
thrust for thrust. She dug her nails into his shoulder blade and dragged them
down his back. He growled and it only made her dig harder.
The scent of blood wafted
through the air, his blood and he wanted some. He immediately vamped, instant
reaction to blood during sex. She looked up at him and wasn’t scared. She bared
her neck to him. He fought as hard as he could and morphed back.
“Bite me. I wanna... feel...
it...” she said between thrusts. She was panting and writhed under him,
thrashing around violently. “I wanna... feel you... inside me... all of you...”
“I can’t.” There he’d said it
out loud. She looked up at him with shock for a second before digging him
again.
“Then make me come...” he nodded
and slid his hand down her body to her clit, which he pinched harshly. She
gripped him and her pussy muscles contracted around his cock, sucking him in
further to her heat, milking him as he exploded hard inside her. She screeched
as he filled her spurt after spurt until their combine juices were flowing out
of her slit, down her legs.
He rolled off her and she
wrapped herself around him. He pulled the duster over them both.
Chapter 2:
Choice
She was shivering when she woke
up. *Where the hell am I?* She thought noticing the cool embrace she was in.
She opened her eyes to find him, she remembered him. William the Bloody. He was
asleep. He looked dead. *Duh.* She got up careful not to wake him. This was
sick and she was no better than Buffy. Buffy. Faith had some work to do. Buffy had
to pay. She didn’t have any clothes, just the hospital gown. She grabbed it and
the duster and walked out into the daylight.
((“It’s
February... The high school is burnt to a bloody crisp pet. The Mayor... died
in the explosion last June.”))
((“You killed
a man.”))
She walked down the street and
people rushed by her. She held the duster close. It smelled of oldness, leather
and cigarettes and death. No doubt it had seen some in its day. She spotted a
woman opening the door to a huge house and smiled.
She left the
house in black leather pants and a halter top. She had packed a bag as well.
She was fed and was on her to find Buffy when she pulled out a chain out of the
pocket of the duster. It had a small charm, a golden letter W. She placed a
kiss on the charm and dropped the chain in the pocket and ran.
He woke up as he heard the front
door close. She was gone. She had woken up and realized what a bad idea it was
and she was gone. *With my fuckin’ duster!* He stood up and pulled his jeans on.
He was stuck in this hellhole with no one to shag and no blood as it was in the
duster. *Bloody fuckin’ hell!* He said kicking a chair across the room.
He never wanted to be here
again! Bad memories were here. Dru and him had been happy before Angel came
back and decided to play daddy again. Then Acathla came and he had run to the
Slayer, he should’ve talked to Dru first. But she wouldn’t have helped him even
though Angelus made her scream in agony every night of her fuckin’ unlife. Even
when he wasn’t there, she dreamt of her family being torn apart in front of her
as he killed them off. She dreamt of the convent and how she lost the last
shred of innocence she had there when Angelus violently raped her. She dreamt
of her lessons in pain and even when he wasn’t there, he was, always in their
bed.
It killed him a little more
every time she called *his* name as she orgasmed. Spike was already dead and it
killed him further when she would bring him a dagger and ask him to fuck her
with it. She would giggled and laugh and scream and cry and call *his* name as
she came. But he did it, sure he did. Why? Because he loved her. Because she
reminded him of his own child who’d been killed and because she couldn’t
possibly comprehend what Angelus was doing to her. He certainly saw to that. He
saw a gifted girl and turned her into a scared frightened child in a matter of
weeks.
He should have known the first
night Angelus brought Drusilla back to the house that it was hopeless. He
should have known the first time he looked into those innocent shimmering eyes
that it could never work because she adored Angel, not him. She loved Angel,
not him. She yearned for Angel and pinned for him and burned inside for him.
Her blood screamed to his and Spike could never be good enough. He could never
be Angel and he should have known that. “WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T I KNOW THAT?” He
screamed as he sent the chair to the other side of the room along with
candlesticks left behind from the poof.
“You gonna stop that or should I
duck?” He whipped around and she was standing there.
“I thought you left.”
“I did. I needed clothes. And
food, course I ate so much that I threw up afterward. Word of advice, never
over eat after waking up from an eight month coma.”
“I like the clothes.” She was dressed
in black leather pants and a fire red halter-top. She had also showered and had
bright red lipstick on. Her hair was so full of curl and she looked much better
than the previous night. “Where’d you get ‘em?”
“Followed some bitch home and
took ‘em.”
The look on his face was
priceless. “WHAT?” He asked.
“Want. Take. Have.” His jeans
were barely on his hips and his chest was deliciously bare. “Anyway, I got you
some more blood, wasn’t sure how much you drink a day.” She flopped on the
couch, putting her feet up over the arm so she was laying on it, feet in the
air.
“Back up. You beat some woman up
and took her clothes?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re a slayer.”
“Yes. Duh.”
“I don’t understand.”
She turned to look at him,
leaning against the fireplace. “You’ve been unalive for a hundred years or
more, what’s not to understand? I was walking down the street and she was well
dressed. I followed her home and raided her closet, what’s wrong with that?
What don’t you understand?”
“But you’re supposed to help
people?”
“I helped myself. What else is
there?”
He ran his hand through his hair
and sat down on the other end of the couch. “So let me get this straight, you
don’t like Angel, you don’t like Buffy, yo-”
“Violently dislike... almost
hate. I don’t like syphilis, I hate Buffy and soulboy.”
“Why?”
“Why not? He’s a fucking
vampire! He fuckin’ stalked them, damn near killed her and her friends,
practically sucked the world into Hell and she takes him right back and risks
her own fuckin’ life to save his sorry ass.”
“I’m a vampire. I tried to kill
her and her friends.”
“Too bad you never succeeded.
But that’s gonna change. B’s gonna pay, for once in her perfect little life,
she’s gonna be on the other end of the stick.”
“What did she do to you?” He
asked.
Faith lifted
her head to look at him sitting on the other end of the couch upside down.
“What does it matter? She’s little miss golden girl, the fuckin’ trophy of
slayers and she fucked a vampire and didn’t stake him after when he tried to
kill everyone. She’s far from perfect and it’s time people knew that. And since
when are you defending Buffy?”
“I’m not. I don’t like her any
more than you do. I’ve just learned my lesson. I can’t beat her, especially not
now.”
Faith stretched her arms while
arching her back off the couch, thrust her breasts up. She smiled when she saw
he noticed. She walked her hand across the couch and over his thigh where she
languidly caressed his hardening cock. “What do you mean not now? More to the
point, why couldn’t you bite me last night?”
“Why did you want me to?”
“Why are you avoiding the
question?”
He was silent for a moment,
except for a few moans of pleasure as she continued to stroke him through his
jeans. “It’s not like I didn’t want to.” His hand inched down her arm, his
black nails scraping her as it went. His fingers pressed into her skin as he
ran them over her breasts. “Because I did. I just can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Cause of Slutty’s new boytoy.”
He slipped his hand under her shirt and kneaded her unbound breasts.
“She’s got... god that feels so
good Spike... she’s got a new boyfriend?”
“Yeah, he’s part of this
government group of scientists who do experiments with demons. They put this
thing in my head that prevents me from hurting people.”
She sat up
quick and turned to face him. “That’s gotta suck.”
“It does. And to think I was so
bloody close to gettin’ her outta my hair. Now I’m just a helpless little
puppy.”
“We’re both misfits. I wanted to
be part of the in crowd for so long, then after seeing B’s perfect little life,
I loathed it. I’d rather be unpredictable, at least then people don’t want you
to be something you’re not cause they never know who you’re gonna be.”
“And who are you gonna be
Slayer?”
“I don’t know Vampire. I thought
I would beat the shit outta B.”
“And now?”
“Things have changed.”
“Like how?” She slinked across
the couch and straddled on his thighs. She ground herself against it while she
bit his ear.
He moaned and her tongue lashed
out and licked his ear lobe. She rocked her hips on his thigh putting pressure
where she most needed it. She felt his hands at the back of the shirt untying
it. “Like this is a lot more interesting.”
The top came off and her hands
ran over his chest pinching his nipples as they went. She ground herself on his
thighs once more and then began fucking herself on them. They were both still
in pants but she was rocking and thrusting herself onto his thigh quickly and
as he latched onto her exposed breast she thrashed around and came. He could
feel the warm moisture seeping through her pants onto his as she sat up. Spike
watched as Faith slid her hands down her own body, massaging her own breasts
before unzipping her pants.
He growled softly as he lifted
her hips and set her down on the coffee table in front of the couch. “Lay back
Luv.” She did and arched her back and heaving bosom into the air as he kissed
her navel. He gently slid the pants off her and she put her heels up on the
table leaving her open to his gaze. “You’re so beautiful Faith. I could do this
all day.”
“Good cause we have all day.”
He placed his hands on her knees
and she moaned as they slid down her thighs to her hot box. He lazily wiped his
fingers over her slit, which was now dripping from her previous orgasm. He
dipped his fingers in her juice and put them to his lips. He inhaled deeply and
smiled. “Taste yourself Faith.” He offered her his fingers and she sucked them
in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his fingers and he got even harder than
he already was.
He got on his knees in front of the
table and kissed each thigh before diving in to get his first real taste of the
Slayer. She was sweet and tangy, musty and delicious as his tongue dove into
her core over and over, lapping at the secretions covering her engorged clit.
“Please Spike... I need you...”
He stood up and dropped his
jeans quickly. “Hands and knees Slayer.” She did what she was told and with her
on the table she was a perfect height for him. He slammed his cock inside her
wet pussy hard from behind filling her completely. He smelled the slight odor
of blood, she’d torn a little. He growled as he pounded into her. She met him
thrust for thrust and howled the whole time.
“Harder Spike, make me scream...
make me come... please...” and he complied because this was the only way he
could make a slayer scream these days and scream she did. “I’m close... make me
come...” she heaved and panted and he could hear her blood pounding away in her
body and he vamped out without trying.
The mixture of the blood and sex
and sweat was too much to handle and before he knew it he’d sunk his fangs into
her shoulder blade and was drinking the red beads of blood, sipping anything
she could give. She shook violently in orgasm and he shot his seed into her
grasping, begging pussy. He licked the wound closed and pulled out of her and
she collapsed on the table.
Spike sat down on the couch and
looked at her, laying bottom up on the table, their come leaking out of her
body. This is what he’d needed all along: a girl, a woman, a partner. Dru could
never be his partner because she couldn’t accept the fact that he wasn’t Angel.
Dru accepted his care and his love but never gave any back to him and he was
tired of always giving and never getting. Dru was never his partner, she was
never his equal, she never could be, not physically, not emotionally and
certainly not vampiricly because she was a child. She knew only of her Daddy
and food and be damned with everything else.
“I should’ve known that.”
“What?” She asked finally
catching her breath.
“That I could never win against
him.”
“Him who?” She spoke into the
wood of the table.
“Angel, Angelus, my fucking
sire. She never wanted me and I wasted a hundred years of my unlife with her.
Next relationship I’m in, I want someone who wants me. Who’ll take me for what
I am, which these days is a cute little puppy dog.”
“I like puppies.” She said
before forcing herself to sit up.
She looked at him sitting on the
couch all naked. She crawled into his lap, took his cock and slid it back
inside of her. She began squeezing him with her pussy muscles and felt him
begin to harder inside her. “That feels so good Puppy.” She whimpered.
“You like puppies?”
“Yes. Do you like rogue slayers
who are probably wanted by the police?”
“Those are the best kind.”
She ground
herself onto him and smiled. “So whaddya say we blow this popsicle stand and
leave Sunnydale.”
“What?” He
asked her through moans.
“I’m sick of
this place. I can’t breathe here. Let’s go see the world Spike, you and me, me
and you. We’ll hunt and we’ll kill and we’ll fight and fuck and when we’re
done, we’ll fuck some more. Say yes.”
He looked at
her, licked her lips and whispered, “yes” as he threw her to the ground and
pounced on her.
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