Freaky Friday Series
Disclamer
– I own nothing. Wish I did, but I
don’t.
“No Spike, not again. Never again”, stressed Buffy. “You can’t just expect every patrol
to end off with sex.”
“Well, what if we had sex first and then ended off the
night with ice cream?” suggested Spike practically. “Something of a compromise?”
Buffy shot him an icy glare. “No sex. No ice cream.” They were walking through the graveyard, Spike following Buffy as
she patrolled. “Some of us have work to
do.”
“Ever heard the expression ‘all work and no play make
Buffy a dull girl’”
“Ever heard the expression ‘Fuck you’?” she retorted
holding up a choice finger. His jibe
was not easy to brush off. She new she
had been throwing herself into her patrolling lately. Ever since her resurrection she had felt unsure of a lot of
things. Patrolling was the one thing
that still made sense. Slaying,
good. Vamps, bad. Clear as black and white.
Or at least it used to be, she thought to herself, casting a sidelong
look at the vampire.
“Now there luv, don’t wanna be giving me any ideas,”
Spike said huskily. He grabbed her
extended arm and brought it up to his smirking lips. He was horny, dammit, and things weren’t going the way he’d hoped
they would. ‘How can she act like she
doesn’t want it too?’ Spike asked himself.
He new she enjoyed it every bit as much as he did, if her screams of ecstasy
were any indication. And who could
blame her? The sex was phenomenal! Exquisit! Mind blowing! And yet she acted as if it meant nothing to
her. If anything, she had grown colder
to the vampire, shutting him down with harsh words and punches in an attempt to
justify to herself that she was still in control. Still strong. Still the
slayer, a picture of righteousness in front of her friends.
Buffy attempted to come up with another insult to shut down
the vampire, but she was too distracted by the way he was sucking on her
finger, swirling his tongue around her knuckle and tracing little circles on
the palm of her hand with a featherlike touch.
She closed her eyes and let out a small moan, before jerking her hand
back and stepping away. Lust coursed
through her, and it took every ounce of her will power to pull away. This could not happen. It was over. OVER.
“Thank god”, she breathed when she saw Xander and Anya walking towards
them. Spike let out a grunt of disgust
when he saw they had company. He’d
forgotten that the slayers friends were going to join her for tonight’s patrol.
“Buffy! Hi!
Spike, good to see …well…no not really...” came Xander’s voice.
“Xander! Anya!”
Buffy called. “Hi!”
Xander and Anya made their way over to the two blonds. Noticing Xander’s questioning gaze in Spike’s
direction, Buffy stammered out a hasty
explanation. “Spike and I were just…well
I was patrolling and…Spike was just leaving.
Right Spike?” she said, shooting the vampire a threatening glare.
“Guess so, pet” nodded Spike, “Was gonna be leavin’ anyways. ‘Had enough head games for one night.” He
shot Buffy a hardened look, and turned to leave.
“Wait” called Anya. “You should
stay.” She silenced Xander with a hand
on his shoulder, and explained to Buffy. “We might need him. Xander and I passed a group of vampires on
the way here. A big group.”
“I
can handle those vampires,” said Buffy.
“Its that one I have a problem with.” She pointed to Spike.
“Ahn’s right, Buffy,” Xander agreed reluctantly. “There
were a lot of them. It looked like they
were doing some sort of ritual.” He was
curious about Buffy’s sudden and extremely vocal hatred of the bleached
vampire. I mean, he’d always known they
loathed each other, but recently they had seemed almost friendly to each
other. Now, Spike couldn’t seem to get
two words out of his mouth without Buffy jumping down his throat. Oh well, he thought to himself, pushing the
question to the back of his mind.
Whatever the reason, Xander was happy to have Buffy back aboard the ‘We-Hate-Spike’
bandwagon. He had been beginning to
think that he was the only one left who saw him for the evil undead monster he
was.
Buffy looked towards the back of the cemetery, and then
back to Spike. “Fine, he comes. But only as back up.”
The group waited for Willow, who was headed towards them,
and followed Anya and Xander to a decrepit crypt near the back of the
cemetery. Raised on their tiptoes, Buffy
and the gang watched through the cracked window of the crypt. From what she could tell, the ritual was
underway. There was an old demon, weak
and seemingly dead in the center of the circle. Beside him stood a younger demon, a pot of a red murky liquid
clutched firmly above his head. Around
the two, the crowd chanted.
Free is the spirit
Free is the mind
With body old
No longer twined
From vessel to vessel
To settle th…
*CRASH* came a rock through
the window, nearly missing the young demon’s cauldron, and smashing into an
ancient urn beside the tomb.
“Sorry to break up the big group
sing, guys” quipped Buffy as she pushed through the door. “It’s just that some of you REALLY need to…”
She was cut off as two hulky vamps rushed at her with battle axes. She brushed them off with a front kick and a
right jab respectively and began fighting in earnest as more vamps jumped into
the fray. Spike and the Scoobies ran to
her aid and before long most of the vamps had been taken out, or had fled from the
Slayer and her friends. The only
remaining demons were the two in the center, who had surprisingly not moved
during the entire brawl.
“Okay,” demanded Xander, struggling to keep his voice
confident. “Why don’t you tell us what you were trying to do here.
The demon only glared at them and turned back to continue
staring at the wall in front of him, chanting quietly.
“Fine.” Buffy stated. “You want to do this the hard way?
So be it.” The group began closing in
on the two demons. Now inches away from
the younger one, Buffy stopped.
“Why don’t you put down that pot, and give me some
answers.”
Quiet chanting.
“Now.”
More quiet chanting.
Then he stopped chanting. Looking at Buffy he curled his lip up in a sneer. “Too late,
little girl. You can’t stop us now. The ritual is complete.” With that he began to tip the cauldron over,
intending its contents for himself and the old demon beside him.
However, Buffy had chosen that moment to plant a swift
kick to his midsection, causing him to keel over forwards and spray the entire
contents of the cauldron on Buffy and her friends.
“Eeeeeeew!” cried Buffy, stepping back in disgust. “What
the HELL is this stuff?”
“It reeks!” agreed Xander, pulling off his teeshirt and
drying the nasty smelling liquid off his face.
Spike did the same. Anya made a grossed-out face and grabbed Xander’s
shirt, and used it to wipe herself off, before passing it on to Willow.
“FOOLS!” growled the young demon, picking himself off the
floor in rage and hoisting the half dead demon over his shoulder. “You’ve RUINED EVERYTHING!” Then in a
quieter voice he muttered as he retreated through the open doorway. “The Torral will not be happy. I have failed. He will not be happy with me.
Not with me. Not with you. No, not with you. The Torral will not be happy…” No one felt the urge to follow him
when he ran out the door. They were all
too nauseous from the foul goop they were covered in, and were anxious to get
to the nearest shower. With that in
mind, they exited the crypt and each headed home to shower off and go to sleep.