COAUTHOR: Evil Willow
SERIES: Black Dove
PAIRING : Faith/Spike
RATING : NC17
SPOILERS : Revelations, after that
it’s alternate universe
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these
characters. Nor do I own “Black Dove” (Tori Amos), “Cruel” (Tori Amos),
“Closer” (Nine Inch Nails).
NOTES & WARNINGS : bloodplay,
S&M as well as mentions of child abuse and rape
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Faith walked up to the mansion, where she knew the Scooby
gang meeting was being held. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Buffy opened it. “Oh, look! It’s the traitor!”
Faith walked in. “What are you talking about B?” The entire
gang was sitting, staring her down. “What?”
“Where were you last night?” Giles asked her.
“I was patrolling a little bit, and then I… I went home.
Why?”
“There was a rash of brutal killings last night. Four people
died rather horrifically. Do you know anything about them?” Giles asked.
“You smell like old blood.” Angel said, skipping to the
point. “You smell like, Spike.” Angel grabbed her and threw her against the
wall. “Where were you last night?” He growled.
“GET OFF ME! NO LET ME GO!” Faith started to cry. *Thank you
Mike.* She silently thanked her stepfather. It was the only thing she could
thank him for. She could cry in an instant thinking about what he had done to
her.
Angel’s eyes softened and he let her go. “I’m sorry, Faith.”
She rubbed her eyes and kept the tears running as she
prepared for the performance of her life.
“I… I can’t get him off me. I tried, but everywhere I go, I
see him. I was patrolling last night, trying to worry my pain out, and he found
me. He said he had followed my scent, like he was hunting me.” The entire gang softened up, and seemed
sympathetic, all except for Buffy. *Almost there, need them a bit more
regretful.*
“So I tried to fight, but… he was covered in blood. He said
he’d wanted me, not them. He said he wanted to feel me again. He said he would
make me his. He tried to bite me, he kissed me, and he was going to rape me
again…”
“OH Faith…” Willow said, moving towards her. Willow’s arm
wrapped around her to console her.
“So I managed to kick him away and I ran home. I think he
followed me, but he couldn’t get in. I tried to shower, to get the blood off
me, but I can still feel him on me… I can’t get it off me…”
Buffy pulled Angel aside. “What do you think?” She asked.
“Spike was lying. This is exactly what he would do.”
“I don’t believe her.”
“Buffy… she’s been traumatized. He’s trying to split us up.
He’s trying to divide us, so we’re off our game. We can’t let him. She was
raped, she needs help.”
“Fine, whatever…” Buffy said and Faith smirked inside. *This
was too easy.*
“Why don’t you take a night off from patrolling tonight,
Faith. You can stay here if you like.” Angel offered.
“WHAT?” Buffy yelled.
“NO, thanks, but… I’d feel better at home.” Faith hadn’t
been expecting this.
“But Faith, you’ll be safe here.”
“Aren’t I safer in a non-lair? Can’t he come in, because
you’re not, ya know, living?”
“Oh, right…”
“Besides, he can’t get in. As long as I’m there before
sunset, I’ll be fine. I’ll lock the door and watch some television. Thanks, but
I’ll be okay, I just don’t wanna see him again.” She explained, hoping they
believed it.
“Okay, but the offer still stands. Call me if you need
anything, or if you think he’s around.”
“Okay Angel, I’ll keep it in mind.” Faith then sat through
the rest of the Scooby meeting, incredibly bored.
*******
Meanwhile, at Faith’s Apartment
Spike had showered, and then showered again, and then again.
He’d then spent the rest of the time pacing. He wished she had waited until
night, so he could have been waiting outside for her in case they tried
something. When it came to Betty and Angel, he didn’t trust them as far as he
could throw them, and he could throw them pretty far.
While he had been pacing, Spike thought some things over. He
needed Faith. It was beyond wanting her sexually, though he did indeed love
having sex with her. But it was beyond wanting to get back at Buffy and Angel, although
that still would be nice. It was need. Plain and simple. He needed her. He got
excited when he thought about seeing her. He missed her when she wasn’t around.
He’d been torn apart when she’d told him not to be near her again. He needed
her. Beyond that, he… it wasn’t just sex anymore. He wasn’t sure when that
happened. Perhaps when she was killing those men, or when she had chained him
up. It wasn’t just sex. As much as he tried to tell himself that, it wasn’t
just sex. He… he loved her.
He wasn’t sure when it had happened, or where. But he knew
it had. He needed her. He loved her. She was his. He was hers. They would be
happy together. He was sure she felt it too. He would tell her tonight, in
their new place.
“I love Faith.” He said to his nonexistent reflection in the
mirror.
Part Thirty-Five
*FREE!* Faith’s mind screamed as she exited the mansion,
finally. “Hey, Faith?” Faith turned at the sound of Xander’s voice. “I
suspected Spike hadn’t told Angel the truth,” he said with a sigh. “I’m sorry
we didn’t believe you from the start. We shouldn’t have grilled you like that.”
*Spike told...?* Faith wasn’t sure what to make of the fact
that Spike had almost ruined everything for her. She shook her head and decided
to deal with that later. “It’s okay, Xander,” she shrugged. “I’m used to Buffy
being the golden girl by now. So why would anyone believe me, when she is so
sure I’m evil?”
“But that’s what I mean,” Xander replied. “I saw how jealous
she’s been of you, since the moment you showed up in Sunnydale. She never
really gave you half a chance to prove that you were on our side. Besides, I
think the ‘trying to stake Angel’ thing really turned her against you for good.
Don’t get me wrong, I understand your motivations in doing that, Faith. Unlike
Buffy, I don’t think Angel around is of the good. Also, unlike Buffy, I don’t
think you’re evil. I’m glad you’re here in Sunnydale, you’ve been a big help
with the nasties.”
Faith was surprised by Xander’s words, and felt a little bad
knowing that he was so wrong about her. She was evil, she’d helped Spike kill
those people earlier, not to mention the man she’d killed all on her own. She
was even worse of a person because she didn’t regret any of those deaths. But
she regret that Xander would end up disappointed in her. He was the closest
thing she’d ever had to a friend. *If things had only been a little different.*
“You going home? Cordy and I could walk you back to your
apartment,” Xander offered, pulling her out of her thoughts again.
*I suppose I’d be acting suspiciously if I turned him down.
I just hope Spike sees us coming and hides under the bed.* She smiled at the
mental image of Spike doing just that if Xander insisted on coming in.
“Sure, Xander, that would be fine,” she said. He nodded and
went back inside to get Cordelia. He returned outside with his girlfriend and
Faith stifled a giggle when Cordelia glared at her. *Obviously, Queen Cordy
isn’t thrilled with the arrangement.* She made no attempts to put the girl’s
mind at ease, though.
They arrived at Faith’s apartment ten minutes later, and
heard the music. *Nine Inch Nails* Faith recognized the music immediately.
*Typical Spike.* “I like to leave either the TV or radio on when I’m gone. That
way it’s not so spooky when I come home,” she explained. They seemed to buy the
story, until they all heard from inside: “AAAAGH!” (CRASH!)
“It was in the next apartment,” Faith said quickly. *Spike,
you moron* was what she was thinking.
“No, I -- I, um, think it came from... your apartment,” Xander
said nervously.
“Nah, it couldn’t have been,” Faith replied with a cheerful
grin, trying to ease Xander’s mind. “Cuz my apartment’s--” she turned the knob,
and the door opened, “--not locked,” she finished with a sigh. *Spike, you
idiot!*
“Let me go in first, and look around,” Xander insisted,
pulling out a stake from his jacket pocket.
“Xander, it couldn’t be HIM, he wasn’t invited,” Faith said,
getting in between Xander and the door. She hoped that Spike heard them
talking, otherwise she’d be cleaning dust out of her carpet.
“Even if it’s not him, it could be another demon,” Xander
said. “Not all demons need invitations,” he added, pushing her aside and
walking in.
Faith followed him in quickly but was relieved that Spike
was nowhere to be seen. She walked over to her CD player and turned it off.
“See, nobody here,” she said as she looked around. “You can go now.”
Xander shook his head and opened the doors to the closet and
bathroom. Faith’s heart stopped both times. Still no Spike, to her continued
relief. Then she realized the cause of the crash, if not the scream which
accompanied it. The cheap lamp which had been on the bedside table was now on
the floor, along with one of Spike’s shoes. She quickly kicked the items under
the bed, before the other two could see them. *What the hell did the lamp do to
him?* she wondered.
“So nobody’s here, Xander,” Cordelia stated, before Faith
repeat that same thing again.
“Yeah, like I said, it was next door,” Faith said, this time
grateful for Cordelia’s obsessive jealousy. It would get them out of her hair
quicker than she ever could. “Thanks for the escort home, but I’ll be fine on
my own. Really. I’ll stay in, lock the door and everything will be great. Don’t
worry about me.”
“Okay, if you’re sure,” Xander said slowly.
“She’s sure!” Cordelia replied for Faith, and then dragged
her boyfriend back outside, closing the door behind them. “Bye, Faith!”
Faith took a deep breath, relieved _that_ was over. “Spike?”
No answer. “Fine, then. Stay wherever you are and pout. It’s not like I had a
*choice* in letting them in. You might try being a little more conspicuous next
time, because I rather enjoyed trying to save your ass,” she added
sarcastically. She went over to her closet, and began changing. Tonight was the
night they were supposed to move into their new home, and she wanted to look
nice.
She found a dress she never wore in the back of her closet.
It was black, and the skirt fell to just mid-thigh. The bodice was tight and
low cut, and the skirt was a contrast, flowing instead of fitted. She put her
few remaining articles of clothing into a duffel bag, and went into the
bathroom to get her other makeup and stuff.
When she’d walked back into her main room, Spike was
standing there in black T-shirt and black jeans. “Bloody hell,” he said,
staring at her. “You look unbelievable.”
She grinned in response, “Wanted to look good for tonight.”
She walked up to him and pulled his head down for a kiss, pressing her body against
his. “You did say we could fuck in every room, remember?” she added as she ran
a hand over his chest.
She made a move to turn and walk away, but Spike growled and
grabbed her by the arm, pulling her back to him. “How far is this place, ‘cuz I
think I can’t wait too long for that fuck.”
She smiled, “On the outskirts of town, Spike. A ten minute
walk? And you can wait, Baby, believe me. I’ll make it worth the wait,” she
promised. She kissed him hard and then pulled away agan, dodging his grasp. “Later,”
she said. “Right now let’s get to our new home.”
She finished getting her things together, then they walked
outside hand-in-hand. “I’ll come back tomorrow to make sure I’ve got everything
and deal with that creepy manager guy.”
“How creepy?” Spike wondered with a frown.
“He made it very clear that rent would be reduced if I let
him fuck me,” Faith shrugged. Spike growled loudly, and she grinned, stopping
to kiss him again. “He didn’t get what he wanted,” she said. “But do you wanna
come back with me tomorrow? Maybe scare him a little? Snack on him a lot?”
Spike smiled at that suggestion. “Oh yeah, Luv. I like the
way your mind works.” Then they resumed their walk to the new place.
“Oh Spike?” she asked about five minutes later.
“Yeah, Pet?”
“What was that very non ‘Big Bad’ scream we heard earlier
tonight? And what did you have against that lamp, anyway?”
He mumbled something that she couldn’t understand in reply.
“What was that?”
He replied again, talking into his hand. She still didn’t
have a clue what he said.
“Spike, what did you say?!” she grabbed his arm, and turned
him to face her.
He sighed, and said, “I said, it was a spider, okay? There
was a disgusting, creepy spider on the lamp, and I threw my shoe at it.”
Faith couldn’t help it, she tried really hard not to. But
then she started giggling. “You... William the Bloody... afraid of
spiders???” and soon she was laughing
hysterically.
“Oh thanks alot, Pet. Make fun of me, why don’tcha,” Spike
muttered. “Just because I’m a vampire, that doesn’t mean I got rid of my
phobias.”
“I’m sorry,” she gasped, trying to get herself under
control. “I just never thought you were afraid of anything.” She wrapped her
arms around him. “It’s kind of reassuring, knowing you’re not as cold and
unfeeling as everyone thinks you are.”
“I’m not,” he said softly, thinking about his realization
that he was in love with her. He leaned down to kiss her gently. He knew she
didn’t feel the same way, but he would make whatever time they had together as
good as he could.
Faith looked at him questioningly, when he pulled away. His
change in mood had been a surprise, but not a bad one. She smiled, “So does
that kiss mean you’re not mad at me?”
“Didn’t say *that*,” Spike replied with a grin, as he put
his arm around her waist as they walked along the sidewalk. “I’m just willing
to let you make it up to me later.”
“Oh, I will,” she said, grinning. “Tonight will be a night
neither of us will ever forget.”
Part Thirty-Six
Spike stared at the place in disbelief. “A castle? In bloody
Sunnydale?” he asked. They were on the outskirts of town, and there were no
properties anywhere nearby. Just a very eighteenth century, gothic-looking
castle. “Reminds me of some of the places Dru and I stayed in when we were
traveling in Transylvania... and no cutesy Dracula comments from you, either.”
He added with a glare.
“That was the farthest thing from my mind,” Faith replied
with a shrug. “So you like?”
“I love,” Spike said. “It’s far away, it’s big... and the
best thing is no Scoobies know about it, so no more diving under the bed for
Spike when unexpected guests show up.”
“Come on, then,” she said, dragging him up the walkway. When
she opened the door, Spike was surprised to see it was fully furnished with
Victorian-style furniture.
“You sure this place isn’t occupied?” Spike asked.
“Nobody was here yesterday,” Faith replied with a shrug.
“And if someone does show, we just ask them nicely to find another place.” She
grinned as she pulled him inside. She reached behind him to shut the the door,
then slammed him back against it. “Enough talk for now,” she growled. “There’s
four rooms down here, and five rooms upstairs,” she said with a grin, as she
stroked him through his jeans. “You think you’re up to taking me in every
room?” she challenged.
“Oh yeah,” Spike said, grinning back before he kissed her
passionately. He slipped his hands under her skirt, sliding them up the back of
her thighs to her ass. He smirked as his hands found it bare. “No panties,
Luv?”
“The less clothes to get rid of the better,” she said
breathlessly, as she pushed her hands up under his shirt, pinching and rolling
his nipples between her fingers. She smiled as he groaned with pleasure. “Fuck
me, Spike, make me scream. NOW.”
“That I can do, Pet,” Spike replied. He put his hands on her
hips and lifted her up, and she locked her legs around his hips. He kissed her
again, his tongue exploring her mouth and swallowing her moans. He pushed her
skirt up around her waist and then supported her ass with his hands as he
ground her hips up against his. Faith pulled her mouth away with a whimper as
the rough denim of his jeans made contact with her sensitive clit. “Spike,” she
panted. “Fuck.”
“Thought that’s what we were doing,” Spike grinned down at
her as he walked over to the couch, lowering her onto it. He settled between
her legs and leaned down for another kiss. “Faith, I can’t wait much longer,”
he growled as he moved his hand down her body, stopping to squeeze her breasts.
“I need to be inside you,” he added as he reached her sex, already dripping. He
ran a finger along the lips of her sex, smiling when she moaned in reply.
“So do it,” Faith gasped, pushing his zipper down and
freeing his cock. “I can’t wait either.” she said, locking her legs around his
hips, and guiding his cock to her entrance. “Fuck me, Spike. You know I’m ready
for you.” He nodded and thrust into her welcoming body. They both groaned in unison.
“Fuck!” she yelled, when he pushed her legs further apart,
thrusting in deeper.
He started thrusting into her, hard and fast, and she
moaned, “Harder,” scratching her hands down his back. He complied, and she was soon writhing under him. “Spike,” she
whimpered, she was so close to release. He slid his hand down her body and
found her clit, twisting it roughly, sending her over the edge. She screamed as
her orgasm overtook her.
“Get the HELL OFF HER!”
“BLOODY HELL!” Spike yelled when he was pulled off and out
of Faith’s body and landed across the room.
When Spike was pulled off her, Faith had a perfect view of
Buffy as she went after Spike. “Oh shit,” was all she could say.
Part Thirty-Seven
“YOU BASTARD! RAPING HER ONCE WASN’T ENOUGH, YOU HAD TO COME
AFTER HER AGAIN???!” Buffy screamed as she charged Spike.
“BUFFY, NO!” Faith got to her feet and grabbed Buffy’s arm,
turning her. “DON’T HURT HIM!”
Buffy blinked a few times in shock. “Don’t hurt him?” she
repeated dumbly. Then her eyes turned cold as she realized the truth of the
situation. “YOU’RE FUCKING HIM?!?!” She yelled. “YOU HAD THEM ALL FEELING SORRY
FOR YOUR ASS, WHEN YOU’RE FUCKING THE ENEMY?!?!” She shoved Faith angrily.
“WHAT I DO IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!” Faith yelled, shoving
Buffy in return. She stopped for a moment as she realized the irony. Their
words were giving her a deja vu experience, except that they were on completely
opposite sides this time.
“IT IS MY BUSINESS!” Buffy screamed. “THIS IS MY TOWN, AND
YOU WERE SENT HERE TO KILL DEMONS, NOT FUCK THEM!” She shook her head with a
sigh. “Why am I even bothering?” she muttered, more quietly now. “You are
obviously a mental case, completely beyond help. So, if I can’t get through to
YOU, then... I can stop this another way,” she said as she turned to look at
Spike. “I hope you enjoyed that fuck, Spike, because it’ll be your last,” she
growled and walked over to him.
“I SAID, leave him the FUCK alone!” Faith yelled. She went
after Buffy and grabbedd her hair, pulling her backwards roughly. Buffy fell
flat on her ass, and blinked at Faith in surprise a few times.
Spike, meanwhile, was sitting on the floor where he’d
fallen. He pulled his jeans back up and buttoned them and then thought about
helping Faith out. *She can probably handle Bitchy* Spike decided. But just to
be sure, he asked her. “Need help, Pet?”
“I’ve got it under control,” Faith said, as she kicked Buffy
in the stomach hard. Buffy grabbed her ankle, though, and Faith went down as
well. Soon, they were rolling on the ground, punching and scratching at each
other.
“All right now; that’s quite enough of that,” Spike said
after a few minutes. He had become painfully bored with the situation. *Buffy
sure knows how to ruin all my fun* he thought while he walked over to the two
women. Buffy was on top of Faith, and had just punched her in the face, when
Spike grabbed Buffy by the hair, pulling her up to her feet.
He vamped out, ready to remove the blonde slayer from the
earth for good. He didn’t see the danger she posed, but Faith did. There was a
stake in Buffy’s right hand.
“NOOOO!” Faith jumped to her feet and pushed Spike out of
the way, but then she gasped in surprise when Buffy staked her from behind.
“BITCH!” she yelled, whirling around. She punched Buffy in the face, before
falling to her knees. She felt the blood entering her lungs and she coughed,
her hand coming away with blood on it. “Oh, shit...” she moaned.
“FAITH!” Spike roared as he charged at the other slayer,
sending her flying. Then he dropped to his knees next to Faith, pulling her
into his arms. He felt how labored her breathing was and he knew his worst
nightmare had happened. “Oh, fuck, no,” he whispered. “Faith, I gotta get this
thing outta you.” He pulled the stake out of her back and winced when she
screamed in pain. He ripped the back of her dress open and pulled his own shirt
off. He pressed it to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. He pulled her
against him, and said, “Damn it, Faith, why the hell’d you have to go and do
something like that?” Nobody had ever tried to protect him the way Faith had.
And it was just his luck that it might have cost her her life.
“Oh, God!” Buffy whispered as she walked over. She hadn’t
meant to stake FAITH, but the girl had gotten in the way. “Faith, are you okay?” she asked, kneeling
next to them.
“GET THE HELL OUT, YOU BLOODY BITCH, YOU’VE DONE ENOUGH!”
Spike yelled, shoving her away forcefully.
“YOU PROBABLY KILLED HER!!”
Buffy looked at him in shock, but she knew he was right. She
had perfect aim when it came to staking. She’d stabbed Faith in the heart.
“God...I...I’m so sorry!” she cried, before she got up and ran out of the
castle.
“Spike?” Faith whimpered and was cut off by a coughing fit.
“Just try to relax,” Spike said, pushing her hair back from
her face and kissing her on the lips gently. He kept pressure on her injury,
not knowing what else to do for her. “I was wrong, earlier, Faith. What I said
to Buffy... I was just upset. You’re not going to die, you’ll be okay. I
promise.” He hoped he was right, he couldn’t lose Faith. Not now, when he had
so much to say to her.
“Don’t make a promise you can’t keep,” Faith replied,
tearfully. “I’m dying. I know, because I can feel it, Spike. You know it too, I
can see it in your eyes.”
Spike felt the tears stinging his own eyes, but he didn’t
lie to her. “It...it’s bad, Faith. You’ve lost a lot of blood,” he admitted.
“But I can go get help...maybe--”
“It’s not going to work,” Faith cut him off. “I don’t have
that much time.” She started coughing again, this time she coughed up blood.
“Shit,” she gasped for breath, “it hurts so much.”
“I know,” Spike whispered, burying his face in her hair.
“I’m so sorry, Pet. This shouldn’t have happened to you. It should’ve been me
that got staked.”
“Don’t say that,” she said forcefully. “I don’t blame you
for this, Spike. Don’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault, it’s Buffy’s. Bitch
can’t mind her own business--” She stopped and bit her lip and Spike knew the
pain was getting worse. Her eyes drifted shut.
“NO! Don’t give up!” Spike ordered. “Hold on, Faith!
Please,” he begged, his tears flowing freely now.
“I can’t,” she sobbed, “I can’t...can’t breathe. It hurts,
Spike. Please... make it stop hurting.”
“How?!” Spike replied, trying not to sound angry. He was so
frustrated, though, at the helplessness he felt. “Tell me what you need, Faith,
I’ll do anything to make the pain go away.”
“Drink,” she gasped.
“What?? No! I won’t KILL you!” Spike yelled.
“I’m already dead,” she whispered. She grabbed the back of
his neck and tried to pull his face to her neck. She was too weak to move him,
though. “My blood, it will make you stronger, Spike. Please, let me give you this
one last gift.” She coughed, and he helped her sit up straighter. “Besides, if
you do it, you can make it quick. I can’t take the pain anymore,” she said, her
eyes begging him.
He stared at her a moment. He didn’t know if he could do
what she was asking of him. He already felt more pain, watching her die, than
he’d ever thought possible. But he couldn’t be selfish. She was right, there
was no saving her. If he could make the transition less painful he had to. It
was the least he could do for this woman who’d saved his sorry ass. “Okay,” he
whispered, nodding. “Okay, Baby, I’ll do it. I’ll make the pain
go away.”
“Thank you,” she said, fighting for breath. She put her hand
to his face, and said, “Promise me you’ll never forget me.”
“That’s a promise I can keep,” Spike said, smiling through
the pain he felt as he felt as if his own heart had been torn intwo. “I could
never forget you, Luv,” he whispered as he kissed her one last time. He tasted
their tears mixed together and pulled away, burying his face in her neck. He
felt her fingers tangle in his hair, letting him know she was ready, and he
slipped into gameface. Slowly, and as painlessly as possible, he sank his fangs
into her neck and began drinking. He was still crying; he couldn’t believe he was
losing the second woman he’d ever loved.
“Good-bye, Spike,” she whispered. “I love you.”
Part Thiry-Eight
Spike pulled his fangs out of her neck, shocked at what he’d
just heard. He looked into her eyes, “What did you just say?” he wondered.
She looked away, and he grabbed her chin, forcing her to
meet his eyes. “There’s no TIME for this shit, Faith!” he said. “What did you
SAY?!”
“I said,” She pulled in a few painful breaths. “I said...
I... love you,” she said, tearfully.
“Then be mine forever,” Spike said.
“No,” she sobbed, “I’ve settled, before, for being with men
who don’t love me. I can’t do that for eternity,” This last was a whisper.
“Bloody hell, Faith, you WON’T be spending eternity with a
man who doesn’t love you! I--”
“Don’t say it,” she begged, putting her hand to his lips.
“Don’t lie to me, Spike. You’ve never done it before; don’t start now just
because I’m dying... I don’t want lies. Even if they’re the most beautiful
lies, telling me something I wish was true more than anything else...” she trailed off with a sob. “No.
Just let me go and don’t insult me by lying.”
“Faith, you’re right, I’ve never lied to you.” Spike said
softly, bringing a hand up to her face and caressing it gently. “But I have
neglected to tell you what I was feeling. I never thought you’d feel the same,
so I just kept my mouth shut. I swear to you, I’m not lying. I love you, Faith.
I didn’t ask for it, I didn’t expect it, but it happened. And now that I know
you do love me... You can’t leave me in this bloody world without you!”
Time seemed to stand still for both of them, as they looked
into each other’s eyes, seeing the truth of their love. Faith smiled finally,
and said, “I don’t want to leave you; I never did.” She stopped to catch her
breath, painfully, and nodded. “All right. Make me yours, S’William. Forever.”
Spike knew he was crying again, but they were tears of joy
this time. “Forever, Luv,” he said. He vamped out, letting her look at him, the
creature she was going to spend eternity with, a glimpse of the creature she
was going to become.
She put her hand to his face, and ran a finger over the
ridges in his forehead. “I’m not afraid,” she reassured him. Spike nodded, and
lowered his head to her neck, sinking his fangs into her neck again.
She felt the pull of him sucking her blood, and was amazed
that it didn’t hurt. She felt no fear at the knowledge he was killing her. She
felt incredible calm instead, because she knew she would soon be where she’d
always belonged: in Spike’s arms, forever.
Spike drank, letting himself enjoy the taste of Faith’s
blood this time. He could feel the power, in the slayer’s blood. He felt her
heartbeat slowing and soon knew she was almost completely drained.
He pulled away finally. She felt strange. She didn’t really
feel anything, actually, other than numb all over. “Spike?”
“It’s okay,” Spike replied with a reassuring smile and a
kiss to her forehead. “I know it’s disorienting, your body’s dying. But you’ll
be all right now, Faith. You gotta drink, though.”
She watched as he sank his fangs into his wrist, and then he
pressed the wrist to her lips. She licked at the wound hesitantly. It was so
awful she thought she’d be sick. He didn’t have to tell her it was vital to her
coming back, however. She forced herself to keep drinking. Eventually the blood
lust took over, and she grabbed his wrist, holding it to her mouth as she drank
deeply.
Spike pried her fingers off his wrist eventually. “That’s
enough, now, Pet.” She whimpered, and he kissed her gently. “Sleep, Faith. I’ll
be right here with you when you wake.” She nodded; she did feel incredibly
tired. She closed her eyes and welcomed the darkness.
Spike watched her until she was gone. Her breathing slowed
then stopped completely, as did her heartbeat.
He was relieved when he felt that her wound had healed, it meant she
would return to him. He brushed the tears from his face as he continued to hold
her tightly. He couldn’t believe he’d come so close to losing her.
After a while, he lifted her in his arms and carried her
upstairs. He smiled as he entered the bedroom. She’d prepared the room earlier,
for their night together. There were black rose petals on the bed, and lit
candles placed around the room. He laid her on the bed, and curled up beside
her pulling her against his chest. “I shouldn’t have let you go so long without
knowing how I felt, Faith. But I was worried you’d never feel the same way. And
now you got killed because of me and I am so sorry for that, Luv. But soon,
we’ll begin the rest of our life together. And the first thing we’ll do is make
the Slayer suffer for what she did. I promise you that. Nobody will EVER hurt
you again. You’ll be safe with me, my beautiful Faith.”
He pulled her closer and drifted off to sleep eventually, dreaming
of how he and his new princess would destroy all those who’d ever tried to hurt
them.
~ EL FIN~
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