| Baby Girl Part 1 Author: Babymariah E-mail: [email protected] Website: http://babymruc.com Rating: NC 17. Summary: Spike goes for a feed to encounter a particularly tasty morsel. Pairing: Spike/Dawn. Spoilers: After the end of Season 5. (all I can say, cos it'll spoil story) Distribution: This is my first Buffy fanfic.. its just a go at how I do! Disclaimer: I wrote this story. I just used the words 'Buffy', 'Dawn' and 'Spike' OK?! Feedback: Love to have feedback. I need someone to tell me when to stop! Notes: A cryptic story. Many questions are not answered in this chapter. I've decided that its one of many (if you'll have me). This particular chapter is called Baby Girl and the whole story is called the same. Dedication: To the site Baby Girl in spirit of its uniqueness! ****** He sat across from Buffy staring deliriously at her skin. Fresh but old.. but fresh. She suddenly crashed her hand down on the cold stone that was between them, still grinning with the constant admiration she had for him. Her blonde curls bounced gleefully as her uncontrollable hand reached up to touch his face. His eyes met hers as they leaned forward to kiss, then she lay back to say, "Would you like me to go get you some fags snookhums?" Spike rolled his eyes and stared back at his companion. She was garbage. A piece of junk moulded together by the past and still available for gradual ruin in the present. He picked up a rusty fork from his side and shoved it mercilessly into her chest. A red film began to develop around Buffy's spangly pink top. It was ruined and she quietly shrieked at the thought of the amount of washing she'd have to do to remove it. Spike licked his lips as he twisted it round, creating more of the dark fluid that seemed to be the contents of Buffy's internal. Then.. CLANK "Night baby, I remember why I put you away in the first place." Buffy's head sank into her left shoulder and she closed her eyes and froze. Spike picked her up and placed her into a closet and closed it. "Oh the days" He murmured, and strolled out of the mausoleum. It was a warm night. Warm enough for the warm blooded to be out and enjoying the night air. Feast galore. These were the days, with Buffy long gone, he was free of the spell she had cast on him. The witchcraft that only the Slayer could perform. She made him become desperately and completely insane with love for her, complete adoration for her path, her smile, her everly expanding wardrobe, the smell of her anger and passion when she professed her complete disgust for him. He was free, cut, away away away! And for that bloody chip. His inhibiting piece of crap in his anterior brain.. that was gone too. His urge to kill was now stronger than ever. Fierce like the volatile liquid of vampire's blood he had inside him. His next kill was to be the pinnacle of Spike the Bloody for all that time he spent wasting his bloody time being pansy boy due to that.. BUFFY. He entered The Bronze which was somewhat busy that night. It was a shame that the fear of vampires had significantly lessened since that BUFFY period. Same old music though, along with the barman who used to work at the University. Sold bad beer or something. He knew it would be possible to engulf a victim simply by grabbing and sucking at their neck. He would be covered, because the entire population of The Bronze was at each other's necks in some way. Men hanging on every girl's harm, caressing her breasts with the desperate hope that she'd be in his bed that next night. Some of these girls were barely any older than 14. So sophisticated and mature, they believed they were, but their innocence shone out to him like the pulsating carotid arteries in their necks. He began to dance around everyone, gently brushing his hand unnoticed across their necks until he reached a crowd of especially delicious girls. He neared them to see that they were especially attractive.. god, their necks were beautiful.. if his teeth could.. "Spike?" "You what??!" Spike twisted abruptly to find Dawn standing behind him. Her hair was wavy and lay dead on her shoulders, eyes as blue as day and her breasts� they had certainly grown a b.. "Stop ogling and start explaining!" Spike snarled "I'm on my feed ya know. Its every vampire's right, never hurt anybody.. well, killed people, but that's beside the point.." She slapped him forcefully. It was an angry Buffy slap. The coarse pain sealed his cheek with a kiss as he began to lunge at her to grab her neck. She gasped with horror as his face momentarily turned to his animal features. "Yeh baby girl, Spike's back, and its for blood this time." "But.. you.." "Oh, that little problem's taken care of. It was taken care of a while back, since your sister decided to leave us.. or was it really her decision?" The Bronze was in full force, and Spike and Dawn were a single entity of the crowd. He managed to push her outside to the nearby alleyway� oh it was such a useful alleyway. He'd had so many memories. In his sanctuary he could see her with more acuity. She wore a back-less top and a coy black skirt; extremely thigh hugging. It was a hungry sight. She could be eaten slowly, bit by bit. Little Buffy, the Dawn of time. The present.. oh how he loved it. He backed her up against a wall and smelled her neck. He began to suck it as she lovingly started to struggle with him. He nailed her arms up above her, enjoying their little rendezvous. There was so much history between them, but no more would be in a few hours or so. He sucked and sucked, forming the notorious love bite bruise on her skin. He stood back to admire, then glanced back to his beauty. Her eyes were a sea of water without tears. She had the stuff, the toughness that Buffy had. The girlpower.. 'raah' thing, but without the noise. Dawn was silent to the normal ear, but he could hear her softly speaking to him. "Touch me, bite me, I'm yours." Her plea was natural for all the girls and even some men he'd bitten. But of course, the baby Summers girl had to be different. Hey, she wasn't even a Summers girl. She wasn't even an 'It', just an entity moulded to own breath, blood, skin, everything characteristically humane. They were more or less the same. They were something else trapped inside a human's body. He kissed her on the cheek and whispered to her, "You know, Angel had a taste of a Summers girl, in more ways than one... the lucky bastard." Dawn screamed powerfully and he cupped a hand over her lips� "Ssh, its Spike, you know me, I wouldn't hurt a fly� oops, that was my line last year! You know, my head tends to do that sometimes, there's still a space where that chip used to be." Her eyes frantically moved left to right, but no tears was apparent. He placed his hand her breast teasingly to himself and then removed it. Dawn relaxed immediately after and stared back into those vampire eyes. They were normal eyes. Slightly dark for a vampire, but full of energy and lust. Lust being the definitive word. He kissed her hungrily, biting her soft bottom lip while she yelped in pain. She could taste her submissive blood trickling down her chin. She could smell Spike's breath and it was like he'd deliberately used a lot of breath freshener... and whisky. He cut her again and she started to bite back into his lips. Her teeth weren't sharp, so only soft bruises would be, but her reciprocal reaction lit the fire within her. This was what she wanted. What she had wanted. What Buffy said no to. Her hands wriggled with her wrists still pinned to the wall by his. She finally tasted Spike and it was pretty damn good. His head flew back and then forth as he began to bite into her neck. A blow of excitatory pain wiped across her body and she could feel him tapping into her system. He was so hungry for her. She grabbed the back of his neck and sighed so delicately. It was like she was being released from all her personal pains. Her blood warmed her shoulder as Spike began to feed. Then he stopped and licked her lips. She had tasted her own blood that night. Spike had released her? To be continued.... |