| Lesser of Two Evils |
She slides her neck across my mouth, and clamps her muscles around my cock. I plunge my fangs into her neck as I explode into her. Heightened by the affect of her blood, I ride a prolonged wave of release. Her sweet blood burns inside me like the finest whisky. I am drunk with her, drunk with love. "You're mine," she whispers softly. The last thing I hear is her voice. **** The world starts to come together again. I hear Buffy's voice, raised in panic."Well, he's not getting any better! He's still unconscious and his bandages are soaked through with blood again." Opening my eyes, I see Mr. Gordo.The stuffed pig is lying on the pillow next to me.Looking around, I see Buffy pacing, talking into her phone. She turns and looks at me. "He's awake. I have to go." She pulls me into her arms, rocking me back and forth like a child. Buffy kisses me deeply, frantically. I kiss her back, enjoying the taste of her. Her kiss deepens, her tongue slipping inside my mouth. Salt. I pull back, and see the tears running down her face. "You've been out cold for two days. It was like- you were in a coma. You were just lying there," she says, her voice quivering. She sobs harder, her whole body shaking. "I can't stand losing you. I just can't take it." I let her cry it out while I pat her shoulder."It's alright, pet. So I slept for a while. Just a bit knackered." Buffy pulls away from me, anger flashing in her eyes. "Spike, you're an idiot! You have no idea-."She stands up, wringing her hands."The wound in your chest isn't healing the way that it should. It's been three days and it's still an open wound. My blood isn't helping. In fact, it seems to have made things worse. " She wraps her arms around herself, staring at the floor. "I did some research while you were out. Spoke to come contacts. Tara stayed here, watched over you."Buffy speaks softly, still staring down. "You have to drink the blood of your sire." I am stunned, absolutely floored. "I have to drink- from Dru? But that would mean that-" She turns and glares, her eyes red from crying. "You're dying. Something has gone wrong. Giles thinks maybe there are splinters from the stake in your chest that are keeping you from healing. Or- someone else suggested that you just lost too much blood all at once." This is impossible. "But I feel fine," I interject."Hurt but fine. I've been hurt worse than this and mended." "Look, there is no time to argue with you," snaps Buffy." Just trust me on this. Time is running short. You have to drink blood from the Master's line. Drusilla was last spotted somewhere in Mexico. Darla is - unavailable." The muscle in my jaw starts twitching involuntarily. "Angel." "He's willing to do it," says Buffy. "Fuck that!" Furious, I swing my legs over the bed and stand...Only to look up into Buffy's concerned face.I am flat on my back on the floor, and my chest is throbbing in constant waves of pain. "Spike? Sweetheart?" The Slayer called me sweetheart. I really must be dying. "I drink from Angel or I kick it?" "That's about the size of it." "Bollocks," I whisper, as I pass out again. -TBC- |
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