Green & the Color Red

 

SERIES : the Adventures of Buffy & Spike

PAIRING : Buffy/Spike

RATING : NC17

SPOILERS : major spoilers, I’ve used actual show quotes from season four of Buffy.

DISCLAIMER : I do not own these characters.

NOTES : I didn’t like season 4 with Buffy & Riley, so I rewrote it.

 

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      “C’mon one dance. You’ve been studying nearly twelve minutes.” A boy with dark hair said as he grabbed at the blonde.

“No wonder my brains fried.” The blonde replied. The red head sat in protest but was soon pulled out too.  “Come on.” He watched as the music began. She smiled, her smile was divine. He watched her sway her hips side to side, her hair lightly bouncing. She laughed, he could smell her. He had honed his senses over years of hunting, he could zero in on one person, one scent, one heartbeat. Hers was strong. She was the Slayer. He looked over her lithe little body, she had a tiny frame, amazing how tiny they could be, and how lethal. The last one wasn’t nearly as tiny, she had also been clumsy. THIS one had killed the Master, course he was old and weak, and felt he was indestructible.

      He felt drawn to her. He had no idea why, he’d felt drawn to slayers before, but this? He HAD to get out of there. He walked up to a minion. “Go get something to eat.” He turned and walked back toward the Slayer. He wanted to go dance with her, to press her tiny frame up against him, but it was wrong. “Where’s the phone? I need to call the police. There’s some big guy out there trying to bite somebody.” She turned in horror toward him and ran out the door. ‘Showtime.’

      He got out right as she threw a roundhouse kick to the minions face. He swung back at her, but she sidestepped and swung back. The minion caught her arm and threw her against the wall and she fell to the ground. Her friends ran up behind her, which wasn’t good. Slayers weren’t supposed to have friends helping them, it was a complication he didn’t need. The Slayer grabbed the vampire’s arm and screamed. “Get her out of here!” Her friends grabbed the girl and ran. He watched as the Slayer spoke, accentuating her words with a punch, “And a STAKE would be NICE.”

      She punched the younger vampire’s face again. These fledglings didn’t know the first thing about fighting a slayer. He marveled at their stupidity, that mistake would never happen to William the Bloody. The vampire got loose and punched her in the face, and she hit the ground. “I don’t need to wait for St. Vigious. You’re mine.” He bent over her. Stupid mistake. She kicked him in the face and he stumbled backwards. She jumped to her feet. “SPIKE! Gimme a hand!” He screamed.

      The Slayer looked at him, another chilling glance from her green eyes. They stood, her advancing on the vampire, glaring at his yellow eyes. It was as if time had frozen and he stood staring at eternity. “BUFFY!” Her friend called and she turned and caught the stake he threw. It hit the vampire’s heart and he exploded into ash.

      Well done, she was a good fighter. He clapped his hands stepping out of the shadows. “Nice work, love.” He said.

      “Who are you ?” Her voice, so shaky, so afraid, yet confident. Amazing.

      “You’ll find out on Saturday.”

      “What happens on Saturday?”

      “I kill you.” He said and she was stunned. What the hell was wrong with him? He took one last look at her and turned away to fuck the Slayer out of his system with Dru.

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      He woke with a start. He sat up and the house was empty. “Slayer?” He asked. “Watcher?” He stood up and went to the fridge, took his cup out and warmed it up. He put his lips to the cup. “DAMMIT IT!” He threw the cup at the wall and the blood dripped down. It wasn’t fair. He’d had the dreams before, dreams of the past, but they were coming more and more as of late. He walked to the front door and put his hand on the glass. It was warm from the sun. He went back and laid on the couch and closed his eyes again.

 

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      Angel was in town. This was either good or bad, but right now? He froze and smelled that all too sweet fragrance that he had dreamed of the night prior. “Fe, fi, fo fum. I smell the blood of a nice... ripe... girl.” He turned around smiling. She was holding an axe.

      “Do we really need weapons for this?” ‘For me to fuck you? No.’

      “I just like them.” He smiled coyly. “They make me feel all manly.” He said, sliding his hand down his chest. If only she’d touch him that way. ‘No. Bad Spike.’ He dropped the pole and the axe hit the floor. “The last Slayer I killed... she begged for her life.” He stalked closer to her, she did likewise. It was like walking into the fire. “But you don’t strike me as the begging kind.”

      “You shouldn’ta come here.” She said. She wasn’t afraid, not really. Others had been, but she wasn’t like the others.

      “No. I’ve messed up your doilies and stuff. But I just got so bored.” He looked her up and down and smirked. “I’ll tell you what. As a personal favor, from me to you, I’ll make it quick. It won’t hurt a bit.” ‘Unless you’re a virgin, then it’ll hurt a lot.’

      “No, Spike,” she said, accentuating the ‘k’, “It’s gonna hurt a lot.” She said and she threw a punch that he ducked, he punched her and she retaliated with a kick. He jumped up and her foot went right under him. She ducked his next punch and threw four in a row, landing each one. She had force, she was strong. What she could do to him!

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      He sat up. Sleeping was useless now, not if the dreams would keep coming. He wondered where she was and what was happening. Truth be told he didn’t really care at that particular moment. Dammit, the dreams weren’t fair, the whole thing wasn’t fair. Dru was right, he was soft. He went soft that night when he ran away from a slayer. William the Bloody ran from a slayer! That had been his downfall, his defining moment.

      Just then the door opened. “Spike?” He stood up.

      “Buffy! You’re Buffy, you’re not anyone else.”

      “No, it’s me, in my body!” She walked over and hugged him. “What the hell happened?” She asked pointing to the blood on the wall. “Is everything okay?”

      “Oh, that, I had... I had an accident. I’ll clean it up.” He sat down heavily.

      “What’s wrong?”

      “Where’s the Watcher?” He didn’t want to talk about it. He changed the subject.

      “He’s checking bus terminals and train stations, Faith ran after we switched back. We wanna see if we can find her, but I don’t think we will. She’s gone. I don’t know where, but she’s gone. It’s not over. I know it. She’ll turn up again, maybe not here, but somewhere. We have to try and find her. It’s not good. She was so mad, so hateful. I got back in my body, and I was filled with such hate, she was killing herself Spike. So much hate, so much anger, I’ve never felt anything like it before, not with the Master, not with the Mayor... never. She was so... intense.”

      “What next?”

      “I don’t know. She’ll turn up somewhere I’d imagine. I’m just glad to be back in me. I like me, I know me. I just wish I knew what she did with me while she had me.”

      The door opened and Giles and Riley walked in. “Buffy!”

      “Hey Riley.” He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her and pressed his lips to hers, pushing his tongue through her lips. Spike growled loudly. She practically gagged. She pushed him away. “RILEY! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?”

      “Buffy... I’m sorry, I just thought that since... since... I mean, I like you and you like me. I thought that since we... since the other night, that we were... you know... together.”

      “WHAT?” She asked. “What did we do?”

      “We... in my room, we made love Buffy.”

      “WHAT?”

      Spike stood up, walked over to her and whispered in her ear, “I guess we know what she did with your body love, or rather, who she did.”

      “OH MY GOD!” Buffy screamed. Spike took her hand and she squeezed his and calmed down. He wanted to kiss away her anger, but he couldn’t. He didn’t know what she would say to the boy. “Okay, Riley...” she turned to him.

      “Buffy, I don’t understand, why are you...” he pointed to her hand in Spike’s, “why are you holding hands with HIM? Why are you holding hands with an HST?”

      Would she tell the truth? “Riley, Spike and I are friends, for a while now, but what I do isn’t your business. I have to tell you something.” She released Spike’s hand and took Riley’s. She pulled him over to the couch. “Sit down Riley, please.”

      “Buffy, I don’t get why you’ve been hiding an HST. He’s a danger to everyone around him.”

      “No he’s not, thanks to your Frankenstein scientists at the Initiative. You can’t go around putting little chips in people and expect everything to be fine. They can’t go around deciding who should be killed or punished, it’s not their job. The Initiative is messing with forces that it can’t comprehend. They are way out of their league with this.”

      “No, you’re wrong Buffy.”

      “If I’m so wrong, why did they make a killer and why’d they try and kill me? What do you say about Adam then Riley?”

      “A mistake.”

      “Riley, look, I’m not here to argue about the validity of the Initiative. Riley, I told you about the other Slayer? Faith.”

      “Yes.”

      “Well, she used magic and she switched our bodies. She was in mine and I was in hers.”

      “What?”

      “I know, it sounds weird, but I NEVER made love to you Riley. I haven’t seen you since the other night when we got the news about Faith. The first time I saw you after that was this morning in the church.”

      “What?” Spike watched the boy’s face, realizing that what he thought he had done, he didn’t. It was incredible to see that much hurt again. And it was nice to know she was the one causing it.

      “We were never together. You were with Faith in my body. Anything you think happened with me, didn’t. I’m sorry.”

      “But... we were starting something.”

      “No we weren’t. Riley, I’m involved with someone else. I just don’t look at you in the boyfriend capacity. Maybe at first, but things have changed since.”

      “What?” Was that the only thing to boy could say?

      “Riley, I’m sorry. I should’ve said something sooner, about my being involved in a relationship, but I love someone else. It’s just not going to work with us. I’d like to be friends, I really do like you, but...”

      “It’s okay.” He stood up and headed toward the door. “You protect HST’s, you deny help, one day you’re involved with someone, the next day you’re not. You’re crazy Buffy, maybe more so than I thought at first. Goodbye.” He opened the door.

      “Riley? I’m sorry.” He nodded and walked out the door. She turned to Giles. “Any luck finding Faith? And why the hell would she use MY  body to sleep with HIM? Look at him!”

      “I’d wager, pet,” Spike said, slipping his arm around her waist, “that she saw his arm around you the other night and assumed he was your lover, or boyfriend... and went after him to hurt you. What she didn’t know was that you were involved with me. Had she known, she probably would’ve come after me.”

      “Lucky for us that didn’t happen.”

      “Yes, well, Faith is nowhere to be found. If she is in Sunnydale she’s gotten very good at hiding. Chances are she left. She had her fun.” Giles said.

      “Yeah, her fun in MY BODY! I don’t think that qualifies as fun Giles. I could have diseases, I mean, who knows who else she slept with in my body. I shouldda gone and gotten addicted to heroine, that wouldda shown her.” Buffy sat down on the couch while Spike went to cleaning up the blood on the wall. “What time is it?” She asked.

      “Two o’clock, why?” Giles said.

      “Cause Willow and I are doing to the study thing today. European History test, yuck, why do I care what a bunch of dead guys did? I mean, in the grand scheme of things, does it really matter if Columbus sailed in 1492 or 1654? And that’s assuming he even discovered America. Weren’t the Indians here long before that anyway?”

      “Yes Buffy...” Giles started.

      “You remember mummy girl right Giles? She was 500 years old, the Incas were here LONG before the Spaniards ever started conquering South America. History is just a bunch of fallacies written BY men, FOR men and who cares about anyone else.”

      “Wow Buffy, I’m impressed.” Willow said opening the door. “You sounded like my mom just then, all scholarly and anti, well, everything.” She sat on the couch next to Buffy. “And how nice it is to see you in your own body, although you might have switched brains with someone else.”

      “Thanks Will,” Buffy answered sarcastically, “I just don’t see the point in knowing about all those great explorers. What’s so great about them? Did they end apocalypses? Did they kill the Master? What’s so great about them? Where’s MY autobiography?” Buffy was in pouty mood, he heard her. He’d have to fix that later, he smiled wickedly as he picked up the pieces of the broken mug.

      “Oh Buffy, you’re VERY important and I’m sure in a hundred years time, some guy’ll be looking through Giles’ watcher’s diaries to read about the great Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And he’ll tell his Slayer how she beat the prophecy and beat the Master and stopped the ascension AND how cute her best-friend was.” The girls started giggling and he couldn’t help but laugh as well.

      “Uh, Slayer, do you know how to get blood off the walls?” Spike asked.

      “Yeah. Sure. I do it all the time. But isn’t that more your specialty? What with having killed so many innocent people?” She asked sarcastically, peeking up over the couch at him.

      “I may kill people, or I DID kill people, but the vampires of old times were neat. We were trained well, the vampires these days are too messy about it with group feedings, and blood everywhere, it’s ridiculous. No one trains them these days. They are made and left to learn on their own, that’s why your slaying is so easy. If they were all trained the way I was, or the way Angelus was? Council’d be calling slayers every other Tuesday and twice on Sunday.”

      “WHAT?” Buffy stood up mildly offended.

      “You heard me! You couldn’t take Dru or me out, you couldn’t take Angelus out and if I heard correctly the bitch of a grandsire of mine was taken by Angel, not you. The Three were taken by the Master and your victory over the Master could be diminished by the fact that he was so old he didn’t know his weaknesses. He couldn’t predict his opponent’s moves because he never really fought, he had others do his work. AND you didn’t even kill the Annoying One. So you aren’t really THAT strong.”

      “WHAT? Hey I died pal. I died and came back, my victory over the Master was sweet and well deserved. And I thought I killed the Anointed, and I killed him good, it just wasn’t him. Whatever did happen to him anyway Giles? We never heard from him again.”

      “Yes, I know Buffy, I researched it and all the prophecies about him failed to come true. I don’t know what happened.”

      “He burnt to a crisp. That’s what happened.” Spike said non-chalantly.

      “What do you mean? How do you know?” Buffy asked him.

      “Cause I saw it with my own two eyes.” He flopped down on the couch next to Willow. “And cause I did it.”

      “What do you mean you did it?” Buffy sat in his lap and he wrapped his arms around her.

      “I killed him. He was annoying, giving orders, acting all high and mighty, demanding my life cause the crash of your school party didn’t work out as planned. He was a child and all his loyal servants were only loyal cause they feared the Master’s return. They all thought they were the devil’s gift, but they were wrong, they were fledglings, minions, babies. They couldn’t fight, they were stupid as hell and didn’t deserve eternal life. And that little annoying one wouldn’t play with Dru, she was upset. So I stuck him in a cage and sent him into the sun. Boy he screamed, not much dust though.”

      “Oh I remember the raiding party.” Willow said. “Cordelia and I got stuck in the closet overnight, cause no one told us the vampires were gone. That was one long night I never want to relive.”

      “Yeah, but my mom got off my case for about a week and let me be, which was nice.”

      “What was nice?” Xander asked as he walked in followed by Anya.

      “Don’t you people ever knock?” Giles asked. “It’s been a long day and I was hoping to be alone.”

      “Gee, nice hint there Giles. We go all out hunting rogue slayers, fight some vamps in a church on a weekend no less and we can’t hang out here and chat? I guess we know how you really feel.” Buffy said rolling her eyes. “All that time in high school and you’re FINALLY sick of us.”

      “It’s not that, it’s just... talking about that... Jenny.”

      “Oh, we’re sorry Giles. Do you want us to leave?” Willow asked.

      “If you don’t mind.”

      “Okay.” Buffy said standing up. “To the basement with us!”

      “No can do Buffster, dad’s fumigating, and I’m kicked out for a couple days, unless we wanna sleep with the roaches. Besides that we’re on our way to Anya’s.” Xander explained.

      “Oh. Then we’ll come with you.”

      “Sorry, we’re going to have sex.” Anya said and Xander poked her in the arm. “What?”

      “What did we talk about? There are thing we don’t say in front of my friends.”

      “Oh, sorry,” Anya turned back to them, “We’re going to have lots of org...” Xander threw his hand over her mouth.

      “We’re busy tonight. We just stopped by to make sure everyone’s got the right body.”

      “Yes, Xander, thanks.” Xander and Anya left quickly arguing.

      “Oh... we could go back to my house, Mom’s at the gallery right now.”

      “Little problem Slayer, given that it’s still daylight and all that.”

      “No problem.” She said picking up the tarp. “Willow, grab a corner and run.” She said. Within ten minutes they were at her house. “See?” She said kissing him. “No problem. Let’s just close some of the curtains, I’d hate to explain dust all over the house to Mom.” She winked at him. “So are we thinking movie?”

      “What about studying Buffy? European History midterm?”

      “Right, I know about Columbus, we can have fun.”

      “Buffy?” Willow asked. “It’s not on Columbus, it’s on Europe in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, that’s the 1800’s and 1900’s. No Columbus, unless you count Columbus Day becoming a national holiday. Other than that, no Columbus.”

      “Oh but Willow! One movie, then study.”

      “What movie?”

      “Titanic.” Buffy smiled.

      “No way am I watching THAT.” Spike protested from the couch.

      “Why not?”

      “No blood, no guts, no one dies.”

      “Jack does. He freezes, that’s pretty sick, isn’t it?” Buffy asked.

      “No. I’m talking about real blood and heads being ripped apart. Violence, not just death.”

      “Interview with the Vampire it is then. Brad Pitt, Tom Cru...”

      “NO! I’ll never watch that movie, I read the books and didn’t like them. If Anne Rice ever met a REAL vampire, she’d run screaming. They were completely unbelievable.”

      “Well of course they were Spike, duh. Of course they’re not REAL, if they were it’d be NON-fiction.”

      “Whatever, we’re not watching any vampire movies, you wanna watch a vampire, you can watch me.” He smirked.

      “Okay, I’ll watch you but only if you dance around the house naked.” Buffy said seductively. Spike immediately jumped up and began undressing. Buffy giggled at his playfulness. He took his red shirt off slowly and threw it at Buffy’s face as she sat with Willow on the couch. He then took his black t-shirt off and Willow gasped. His fingers went to his zipper and Buffy realized what he was going to do. “OH MY GOD! SPIKE! NO! STOP!” She ran over to him and grabbed his hands. “I was joking.”

      “No you weren’t.” He said, wrestling for control of his hands.

      “Willow doesn’t want to see you Spike, we’re going to studying, now put your clothes back on.”

      “No. I don’t want to and you can’t make me.” He said crossing his arms on his chest.

      “Fine, pout all you want.” She turned around and walked back to the couch, back to him, and Willow screamed.

      “BUFFY!” Willow immediately closed her eyes and Buffy turned around to find herself staring at her very obnoxious, very naked, and VERY aroused mate.

      “WILLIAM!”

      “Care to have a little lick Slayer?” He asked looking at her with a cocked eyebrow. “Red can have some too, there’s more than enough to go around.”

      “Yes there is, but there won’t be if you don’t put your jeans back on.”

      “You’re not gonna do anything. ‘Cept gimme a little blow.” He taunted. She walked over to him slowly and seductively.

      “I’ll tell you what, as a personal favor from me to you, I’ll make it quick. It won’t hurt a bit.” She said, repeating his words from the raiding party on the school. He smiled.

      “You’re wrong, it’s gonna hurt a lot.” He said as he felt her fingers walk their way up his thigh, so close to his erection.

      “Well Buffy, I’m just gonna go now cause it’s clear you’re busy and I’m not one to watch. We’ll study some other time.” Willow said standing up, carefully trying to keep her eyes closed.

      “Spike.” Buffy said. “Upstairs NOW.” She demanded and he winked and darted upstairs, naked.

      “Willow, I’m sorry about him, he’s gone now.” Willow opened her eyes, grabbed her bag and headed for the door.

      “Hey it’s okay, no problem. But what about studying Buffy?”

      “Well, the test is in the afternoon, so I’ll studying in the morning. I’ll probably be here tonight so I’ll be come back in the morning and become a history expert.”

      “Okay. Have fun.” Willow said leaving.

      “Believe me. I will.” Buffy said deviously. She knew exactly what she wanted. She ran to the kitchen to get supplies and was upstairs in less than two minutes. She disrobed quickly outside her door to find a very naked, sleeping vampire on her bed. “Spike?” She whispered. “Are you kidding?” She asked. “Are you awake?” She threw her clothes on the floor and put the knife on her dresser. “Spike?” She whispered once again, while standing over him. ‘Man, this sucks.’ She sat down figuring she’d take a nap when he jumped up and lunged at her.

      “BLOODY HELL!” He jumped away from her clutching his head. “DAMMIT! SHE’S MY GIRLFRIEND!” He sat naked on her bed, knees drawn up to his chest, his arms around them, with his head down.

      “Will?” She asked, putting her hand on his albaster back. She rubbed his back gently. “Are you okay?” Some twenty minutes later he stood up. He did not look at her while he put his clothes on and went downstairs. By the time she got her clothes on to go look for him, the tarp was gone as was his jacket.

 

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      “Come on boy! Let’s go.” Angelus got up off the bed and quickly dressed. “WILLIAM!” He bellowed and he finally got up to meet his Sire’s cruel eyes. “After you’re dressed fetch Drusilla, we’re going out.”

      “I think she should stay in tonight Sire. She seemed a little off today, howling about the moon and secrets.”

      “Her visions have become sporadic and mumbled as of late, but I think she needs to get out.”

      “What if she doesn’t want to leave her dolls?”

      “Then tell her to bring one along.” Ten minutes later the three vampires were out the door, walking down the cobblestone street. The lamplighters were out, finishing up the last of it. Drusilla was on Angelus’ arm, as always, with William trailing behind slightly.

      “The moon, she worries.”

      “What does she worry about Dru?” Angelus asked, stopping to look at her.

      “A girl, coming for us, we have to kill her. She must die.” She said and turned her attention back on the doll. They walked further and Angelus put his arm out to stop his childer. He turned back to William and winked once. William took Drusilla’s arm as Angelus continued, turning down a dark ally. William walked Dru closer to the ally, and he saw Angelus’ hand pop out holding three fingers up. They had a whole system of signals worked out for the hunt. Other nights were strictly about getting food, tonight was about play. The first punch was thrown, William heard it and waited for the signal, listening, waiting. Drusilla began to get excited, she would usually get her way with someone on nights of play. The two waited, quietly, but Dru soon grew impatient as they listened to the fight, and smelled the human blood. Suddenly William smelled his Sire’s blood, that was the signal and him and Dru began to stroll down the ally.

      The sight that greeted them was much the same as other nights. Three men, standing over Angelus’ body, stupidly thinking that they had beaten him to unconsciousness. The men spotted the couple walking down the ally and William knew they would attack. They were robbers, human trash. One of them rushed at Dru and grabbed Miss. Edith and she took offense growling loudly showing her true beautiful face. The one man screamed in horror as he sliced his cheek with her razor sharp nails. Miss Edith fell to the ground.

      “He ruined her dress.” She whined. “Kill him for me?” She said to William. “Kill him William. Can we Daddy?” She turned to her Sire as he jumped up behind one of the men, surprising him. Angelus nodded as he sank his fangs into the man. “Kill him for me Spike.” He loved when she called him that, although Angelus disapproved of the name.

      William bent over the man and grabbed him by the back of the neck, still not showing him his huge fangs. He licked the man’s wound and quickly vamped out biting his cheek off. Dru giggled behind him. “See Miss Edith? Had Miss Daisy been good, she could have watched. You’ll have to tell her about my Spike later.” She said giggling as William continued to scratch the man’s face, while he screamed for mercy.

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      He sat up quickly. The sun was down and he opened the mausoleum door slowly and peeked out, nobody. He left and walked not five feet until he knew she was there. He stopped before she even said his name and he turned to face her.

      “I was worried about you.” She said. “Are you okay?” She slowly began advancing toward him.

      “Fine.”

      “Fine? I really don’t think you’re fine Spike. Fine doesn’t mean running away from me.”

      “You patrolling?”

      “If by patrolling you mean looking for you, then yes, I’m patrolling.”

      “Well you found me and I’m fine, your job is done.” He turned to walk away and she grabbed his arm.

      “No, you’re not gonna leave again. I won’t let you. I can’t let you walk away. You’re gonna tell me what’s going on. You’ve been weird and I wanna know why.”

      “Why? Why do you think? I’m not Angel...”

      “I know that. I never expected you to be.”

      “I don’t have a soul, I don’t feel bad about killing people, I don’t regret killing and I’m not ashamed of wanting to hurt people. I’ve got this demon inside me, screaming for blood and I can’t do anything about it. I’m useless against humans and I’m not accepted by my own kind.”

      “The chip.”

      “The chip.” Spike nodded and started walking. She hooked her arm in his and walked with him.

      “Spike, I know we talked about it before. Why don’t we start looking into it? Willow can start some research on-line, maybe she can break into the Initiative computers. If we could find out where they put it and how, maybe we could find a doctor who could take it out.”

      “Yeah and then what Buffy? Are you willing to set me free again?”

      “Would you go after my friends and family?”

      “No.”

      “Would you kill people?”

      “Buffy. I’m a vampire, it’s what I do, or what I did.”

      “I know, but would you stop knowing that if you didn’t, we’d be enemies again? I know it’s not fair to ask, but would you stop killing for me? Could you?”

      “Yes.” She stopped and looked at him. She wrapped her arm behind his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. She pulled away and took his hand.

      “So we’re going to ask Willow to start looking into it and until then, we’ll deal.” They walked for a few minutes. Other things were bothering him, she could tell. She didn’t know what, but he was much more pensive than usual. “Penny for your thoughts.”

      “I was just... I’ve been having dreams.”

      “What kind of dreams?”

      “From the past.”

      “Oh.” She wasn’t sure if she wanted to know about his past. She knew a good deal of it involved Angel and Drusilla and she didn’t exactly want to know about that past. But it was a part of him, had things not happened in the past, she wouldn’t have gotten to know him. If she was ever to understand, she would have to know. “Tell me?”

      “I’ve dreamt a bunch of different things. Hunting trips with Angelus and Dru, and other things. Most recently, I relived our first few meetings.”

      “Like in the ally? That guy was scary, big teeth and all.”

      “He was stupid, he didn’t stand a chance. Idiot went around bragging about being at the bloody Crucifixion. Thought he was good enough to take the Master’s place, the wanker.”

      “You really freaked us out that night.”

      “Yeah?”

      “Oh my God, yes. We were wigged, then when Angel told us to be afraid, we knew it was bad.”

      “Angel told you to be afraid?”

      “Yes.”

      “You know, the first time I saw you I wanted you.”

      “Yeah?”

      “Yeah, you were studying at the Bronze and I went to watch.”

      “What were you thinking when you saw me, cause I was freaked when I saw you.” She recalled their first meeting. He was cute, handsome even, she could admit that. His eyes were haunting and deep, he had so much inside him. They had an intensity about them that she couldn’t help but be drawn to and terribly afraid of.

      “I thought bad thoughts.”

      She smiled coyly. “What kind of bad thoughts?”

      “About how I wanted to pound you into a wall until you couldn’t walk.”

      “Oh, that huh?”

      “Oh yeah, Slayers are the best.”

      “What? You’ve been with other Slayers, I mean, not just in the killing them sense but in the having sex with them sense?”

      “Yes.” Oh the Slayers! Such a weird attraction between the Slayer and the Slayee. Such an unnatural but undeniable attraction. He’d been with four slayers now and they were always the best. Even he had to admit that the Slayers were a better fuck than Dru herself.

      “How many?” Buffy asked, interrupting his thoughts.

      “Four including you. I killed two and the third one got away.”

      “Oh. That might be something we never bring up again.”

      “Deal.” He wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked. “I want you to know that the other Slayers were just conquests, a way to show my power and superiority. You’re about love.”

      “I know.” She put her arm around him and leaned on him as they continued walking.

      “So Slayers actually slept with you knowing you were an evil vampire? That’s twisted.”

      “For me or them?”

      “Both, but more for them. I mean, I didn’t sleep with Angel when he went evil. I wouldn’t have slept with you before. Granted I thought about it, more than I should have I think, but...”

      “You thought about me? When?”

      “When you said they made you feel all manly, you rubbed your chest and...” she blushed. “We’ve certainly come a long way from that.” She kissed his cheek lightly.

      “We certainly have love, we certainly have.” Indeed it had been quite a journey. He remembered what he had said to Angel. ‘Not us. Not demons.’ He had been so sure that demons didn’t change, but look at him now. Granted Buffy and he wouldn’t have gotten together without the bloody chip, that’s for sure. No matter how much they had wanted it, she was too strong to go against her calling and he was too proud and stupid to make such a mistake. Sure he’d shagged other slayers, but he’d never felt anything for them. He felt something for Buffy, long before he’d even touched her in any way remotely sexual. He was ready to show her his latest project. “Let’s go back to my place and shag.”

      “Your place?”

      “Yes, I found a place, a house.”

      “When?”

      “A while ago, but I’ve been having it fixed up.”

      “Where is it?”

      “This way. I’ve been waiting for the right time to take you.”

      “Okay, lead the way.” They walked for a while and turned down a dirt road near the entrance to the college campus. “Down here?” She asked, unsure of her surroundings.

      “Yep. I was wandering around one night on my way over to see you and I stumbled across it.” They were almost to the end of the driveway. He’d seen it and fallen in love. It reminded him so much of when he was a boy.

      They came to the clearing and he turned to Buffy as the house came into view. Her face was priceless as she saw it. “Oh my God! This is beautiful. Is it yours?” He looked at the house. It was a large white Victorian with a wrap around porch and huge lawn with big trees.

      “It’s ours, if you want. It’s close enough to the school that you can stay here.”

      “You mean to live here?”

      “Why not?”

      “Isn’t it kinda soon to live together?”

      “We’re mated.”

      “I know, but I can just hear my mother.”

      “But she was supportive.”

      “She was being nice. Spike she flipped out when I spent to night with Angel after patrolling, you think she’ll like this?”

      “You were in high school then and he had stalked you. She had other concerns there.”

      “Okay, you’ve got me there, but you’ve tried to kill me more than once.”

      “Yeah, but I won’t go all evil, I’m evil already.”

      “Yeah you’re evil and my goldfish is a great white shark.”

      “You’re gonna pay for that later missy.”

      “I truly hope so.” She said with a smile. “Can we go in?”

      He took out a key and unlocked the door. “The painting is done, now we just have to get furniture, I thought you could find some stuff you like.” The foyer was huge with a crystal chandelier hanging above a huge staircase.

      “This is amazing! It’s like a palace.”

      “Yeah it’s big, which is good, it gets boring during the day.”

      “Well you sleep then anyway.”

      “Not all the time. I’ve never been a big sleeper.”

      “No?”

      “Nah, I was always up early, couldn’t sleep.”

      “You’re hyperactive.”

      “What?”

      “You can’t sit still, you’re like a little child sometimes.”

      “A little child with grown up needs.” He said, pulling her closer to him.

      “I wanna see the rest of the house.” She pulled away after a quick kiss. “Where’d you get the money for this anyway?”

      “The house was cheap, it’s the rest of the stuff you’ve gotta worry about.”

      “The rest?” They walked into the grand dining room and then to the kitchen which had been remodeled.

      “Yeah, my telly and stereo and the computer. I’ve also got a spa coming too and a giant bathtub.”

      “Okay, I’ll bite...” she started.

      “Promise?”

      “Spike, where’d you get the money from?”

      “You try living for over a century, you save up money.”

      “From people you killed?”

      “Of sorts.”

      “I’m not living in a house bought and furnished by the misfortune and untimely demise of others.”

      “Relax cutie... it’s my money.”

      “Your money?”

      “Yeah, my dad, when he died, had lots of money, wasn’t worth much back then, but I saved it. I never told Angelus about it, I just kept moving it. I scared blokes into hiding it for me and when Dru and I came here, I invested in stocks. I found this guy who took it and gets a prophet of what it makes. Well, he died a while ago, so his son takes care of it now.”

      “Stocks?”

      “Sure, I’ve got some Microsoft, General Electric, Sears and Roebuck and various others. We bought in when the companies were new. When you’ve seen so much history, you get a feel for what’s gonna be big and what’s not.”

      “So you mean to tell me you’ve invested a bunch of money way back in the early 1900’s and now you’re rich?”

      “Yeah.”

      “How much you worth?”

      “A few million by now, I’d say.”

      “Million?”

      “Yeah, I’m not sure. For a while the bloke and I didn’t talk, he just kept his end of the deal up and sent me a little money when I needed it. But I called him a few weeks ago now and told him I was gonna collect big. He’s sent me some wires now. BUT...” he took her hand and led her through the back door. “Now that you’re alive and have a birth certificate that is from this century, I’m gonna have all my  money and stocks transferred to your name.”

      “That might not be the best idea in the world. Buffy and money is a recipe for disaster and destruction, worse than anything you ever did.”

      “I don’t know about that love.” He sat down on the stairs and she sat beside him. “Besides all you have to sign your name, I’ll do the rest with the computer.”

      “You use computers?” She leaned on his shoulder as he put his arm around her.

      “I’m not as dumb and old as you think. My plans never work out, but I can make them good. I just get bored so quickly.”

      “I know. That’s when you ruin parent-teacher night and chase my friends and family.”

      “Oh that. Still upset about that one?”

      “Not really. I get over things pretty quickly.” She laughed and slammed his onto his back on the porch and jumped on top of him. “See? I get over things VERY quickly.”

 

 

~El Fin~

 

 

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