Black Dove

Parts 33-38

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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Part Thirty-Three

 

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.*

 

Part Thirty-Four

 

“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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