| CHAPTER 10 |
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�It was over a hundred years ago that I was turned, and I remember it like
it was yesterday, � Spike began. �Father had passed away a mere fortnight
prior, and my family was still in mourning. However, matters of his estate
drew me to London , and to his solicitors, who insisted that I accompany them
to a small gathering of sorts. It so happened that my mother, in all manner of
being concerned for my continuing bachelor status, had requested of my father�s
solicitors that I be introduced to eligible young ladies whilst I was in London.� Buffy gazed at Spike, not making any sound, but a small smile graced her lips. �I know what you are thinking love , and you are wrong. I wasn�t the epitome of an English Rake. I was rather more� sedate. I preferred my studies at Oxford over the pointless pursuits of the other people of my station.� Spike chuckled softly. �Lot of good that did me though.� Spike ran his fingers through his hair, loosening the gel and freeing up his riotous curls. �At any rate, at this so-called gathering, I was introduced to all manner of proper young Victorian Misses.� Spike snorted in irony. �Proper enough to tell a man off for being forward, but the worst of cackling hens when it came to rumor and the spreading of such.� Buffy wiggled a little, shifting position slightly, trying to find a comfortable position. �Oi, you don�t be wanting to do that, love . Drive me out of my mind you will, � Spike remarked as Buffy�s shifting caused a tightening of jeans. �Sorry Spike.� Buffy said with widening eyes as she felt something� hard� underneath her. Spike placed his hands on Buffy�s waist, and shifted her himself, until she was straddling his lap. He slouched a little in the chair, and brought her firmly down on top of the rock hard bulge in his jeans, and held her there. �There, I�m comfy; you look comfy, and let�s get on with this sordid tale then.� Buffy gasped at the feel of Spike pressed firmly up against her and looked at him with wide eyes. �Spike... I really think I should m�� �Nope, you ain�t gonna move. You are gonna sit right there and listen to me.� Spike gave her a salacious smirk, �Wiggle away, I know I�ll enjoy it, and I bet you will too.� Buffy felt her face grow hot as she flushed in embarrassment. �Dammit Buffy�� Spike muttered, as he clasped the back of her neck in one hand, and brought her face down to his. �Gotta� do� this�� He smashed his mouth to hers, his tongue forcefully thrusting its way into her mouth. His other hand kept a tight grip on her hip, holding her steady as he ground up against the apex of her thighs. He broke the kiss as suddenly as he had started it, panting harshly. �What I wouldn�t give to see you in this same position, flushed with pleasure.� Spike gripped her hips with both hands, and thrust sharply upwards, eliciting a soft gasp from Buffy. �If I was smarter, I�d let you off my lap, but I seem to be a glutton for punishment where you are concerned love . So I�m gonna hold you right there, your heat searing me through my jeans�� Spike took a deep breath, �and that lovely aroma perfuming the air. And I will tell you all about myself.� Buffy sat there, eyes wide, breath coming in harsh pants, as the sensations Spike had caused (and was still causing) darted throughout her body. �O-okay Spike.� She managed to get out breathlessly. �Right, well the party was a right bore. All those uptight little prissy misses and the even more uptight wankers looking down their noses at me, simply because I preferred literature and poetry to hunting and cards. But, I stayed at the party. Mostly because I was being watched like a hawk by my father�s solicitors. Then I saw her, she was bewitching and ethereal. My Dark Princess.� Spike said this last with more than a hint of wistfulness. Buffy looked at him with what seemed like shock, and she started wiggling. �Let me go Spike, if you think I�m gonna sit here while you reminisce about another woman�� �OI! Sit still pet. And pay attention. I am NOT thinking about anyone else beyond what I need to think of to answer the bloody question you asked me.� Spike said with some annoyance. Buffy stopped moving, peering down at Spike with a perturbed expression. �Okay, okay, sitting still. But get on with it.� �Anyway, she had the darkest hair I�d ever seen, all pulled up, with sparkling diamonds woven through her dark curls. Her eyes were the color of the sky just before night falls, that dark dark blue color that is almost black. And I fell straight into them.� Spike shook his head and laughed in self-deprecation . �Next thing I remember, I was outside, pressed up against the wall of the building with that girl latched onto me, whispering things in my ears. Strange things about knights and princes and sunshine and forever . Weird girl. Anyway, she starts kissing my neck, which let me tell you, took me by complete surprise. Then I felt it. A sharp piercing pain in my throat, and then the most intense pleasure I had ever felt up to that point.� Spike sighed gently, �I don�t remember much after that, except feeling faint, and my sight growing dim. I do remember thinking that I must be fainting, which was a rather odd thing for a gentleman to do.� Buffy slid her arms around Spike�s neck, holding his head to her breasts. �So this �dark princess� was the one who turned you?� Spike nuzzled the small strip of skin between Buffy�s breasts, it being visible just above the neckline of her red shirt. �No, she�s the one who drained me, but she didn�t turn me. She left that up to the Grand Poof, Angelus.� Grasping the hair on the back of Spike�s head, Buffy yanked his head back sharply. �Angelus is your Sire? You have got to be kidding me!� �HEY! Let go of the hair. And no joke, he Sired me. As much as I�d like to forget that part, it�s the truth. But the worst was yet to happen�� Spike trailed off as Buffy stopped pulling on his hair and started stroking the back of his head tenderly. |
| CHAPTER 11 |
| �Worse than being killed and turned into a vampire?� Buffy asked. �Yeah� way worse. Especially to a young Victorian lad like myself,� Spike muttered quietly. Taking a deep, but unneeded breath, Spike continued. �The next thing I knew, I was lying in my coffin. Thought at first it was a practical joke, but I quickly discovered that I didn�t need to breathe. And it was easy to dig my way out, so I figured out I was super strong as well. Then there was the hunger. Not just the �I�m hungry, I should eat something� hunger. But the �I�m gonna die if I don�t eat something NOW� hunger.� �Ahhh, you mean like a teenager?� Buffy quipped. �Worse love, very much worse.� Spike rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. �Anyway, there I am, digging myself up out of my coffin, my hands just breaking free of the soil, when I�m yanked upwards rather abruptly. And there he was, the giant poof.� �You mean he just yanked you up out of the ground? Like you were a carrot or something?� Buffy asked indignantly. �Yup. And lemme tell ya, it wasn�t pleasant.� Spike buried his head against Buffy�s chest and whispered the next part. �Umm� excuse me, what did you say?� Buffy tapped him on the top of his head. Spike mumbled again, his words muffled against Buffy�s skin. �Okay, mumbly. Lift that head and speak clearly please.� Buffy requested. �Luv, I don�t think I need to be sharing everything� that happened to me in the past 120 years� and you sure as hell don�t need to be hearing� of the poof�s depravity against the helpless.� Spike looked at her beseechingly. �Okay Spike. You are right. What I need to know is why you aren�t all with the killing of the innocents. And in fact seem hell-bent on protecting said innocents.� Buffy said. Spike nodded and whispered, �Ta Luv. It�s not something I really enjoyed the first time round and I sure don�t enjoy reliving it.� Buffy simply nodded and ran her fingers through Spike�s hair, loosening the curls and playing with them. Spike nuzzled her chest for a moment, just enjoying the feel of her fingers in his hair. �Okay pet, here goes the whys and wherefores of me being all soft.� Buffy giggled softly, �From where I�m sitting Spike, you don�t feel soft.� Spike smirked and gave a sharp thrust upwards. �What can I say pet, you seem to inspire me to all kinds of hardness.� Buffy blushed hotly and smacked him on the shoulder. �SPIKE!� Giving a wry chuckle, Spike winked and continued, �Well, shortly after Angelus was finished informing me of my place in the �family�, I did everything in my power to convince them that I had no living family. Seems the poof had a yen for killing families. I managed to convince them, thank God.� Buffy nodded. �I�ve heard of the things he did to his own family when he was turned. It�s a good thing he believed you when you told him you didn�t have any family.� �Yeah, I know. He bragged about it for damned near 20 years.� Spike sighed softly. �Damned poof, always needing to be told how evil and perfect he is�� Spike trailed off into silence for a moment, clearly gathering his thoughts. �Okay, I spent a little over 20 years with the idiot brigade, which consisted of Angelus, his Sire Darla, and his Childe Drusilla. Nothing I did seemed to be evil enough for the wanker. Either that or he seemed to enjoy putting me in my place. And he did that a hell of a lot.� Buffy simply sat on his lap, looking at his face, absorbing his every facial expression, which told her more than his words did. �Round about the start of the 21st year with the tiresome trio, I heard about Slayers.� Spike snickered. �One thing you got to know love. It ain�t about the killing and the feeding for me. It�s about the fight. And I do love a good fight. Anyway, I decided to see if I could find me one of these Slayers.� Buffy poked him sharply in the chest. �You went LOOKING for a Slayer? Death wish much Blondie?� �Still here ain�t I pet? Got to say though, it was the best fight I�d ever had to that point. Ran across the bint in China during the Boxer Rebellion. We fought; she sliced me with her sword. Which is where I got this scar by the way.� Spike ran one finger across the scar on his eyebrow. �I managed to get close enough to bite her, and just before my fangs entered her throat, she said something to me which I never did understand. I drained her, and walked out. Then proceeded to kick the living shit out of the poof.� Buffy grinned, �Got a little of your own back then huh?� �Sorta. See what I didn�t know was that a couple years prior the idiot decided that gypsies were the thing to play with. He picked on the wrong girl, and they decided to get revenge. They cursed him with a soul.� �Wait a sec, he killed one of their own� and they gave him his soul for it?� Buffy asked consternation in her eyes. �Didn�t say it was HIS soul, now did I� just said A soul. Shoulda known something was up, he was almost trying too hard to be the big evil he used to be.� Spike mused. �At any rate, after I kicked his arse, I took off. Decided to head off on my own, do some contemplation on what my existence should be now, ya know? Traveled around a bit, found out that kicking demon arse was more of a challenge than fighting humans. Took up the hunt for the nasties that preyed on innocent people. Ran that way for a few decades, looking in on my human family every so often, making sure they were okay. That�s how I ran across the Watcher. He was being chased by some ugly-assed demon named Elgion or something like that. Saved his arse, found out he was related to me, and the rest is history.� Spike shrugged. �When he was sent here, I followed him. Kept him outta as much trouble as I could, then he hooked up with the kids and whatnot. Met Joyce and the Bit. Now I just keep them outta trouble as much as I can. Kill the things that try and hurt em, all kinds of stuff like that.� Spike trailed off, his mind elsewhere. �So, its 'cause Giles is family that you help him, but you started helping people long before that. Ya know Spike; I think you are just one of the few demons who actually have a conscience. I like it.� Buffy tried to stifle a yawn. �Here now, I�ve kept you up listening to me ramble on. You need to get some sleep pet.� Spike said. �I think I do, guess I should go look for a hotel or something.� Buffy said, yawning again. �Nothing doin' pet. You can sleep here. In fact�� Spike trailed off, as he stood up, holding Buffy in his arms as he did so. �You can crash in my bed. Promise not to take advantage love.� Buffy didn�t reply, as she had fallen fast asleep, cradled in Spike�s arms. |
| CHAPTER 12 |
| Spike made his way through the kitchen to the basement stairs, cradling
Buffy against his chest. She seemed so peaceful, resting against him like
that; he didn�t have the heart to wake her up. Without turning the light
on, Spike made his way, down the stairs, to the �vamp-proof� suite Joyce
had had constructed for him. He carried her across the carpeted floor to
his king-sized bed and gently laid her down on the satin-covered, down-filled
comforter. �Pet, I�m sure you will be more comfortable without those blasted boots you are wearing� Spike said, as he knelt at the side of the bed and started to unlace the thigh-high, stiletto-heeled boots. �How can women walk in these things? Never mind that! How can you fight in them?� Spike asked the sleeping girl on his bed. He placed her boots against the wall by the door, and then removed his own Docs and placed them beside hers. �Looks like they belong together, huh pet?� Spike said with a small laugh and turned back to the bed on which Buffy lay. Buffy shifted slightly, a small frown on her face, as she tried to get comfortable. �Hmmm, that vest-thing you are wearing can�t be that entirely comfy kitten. Let me see if we can make you comfortable with its removal.� Suiting action to words, Spike slid onto the bed beside Buffy and began to unlace the front of her vest. �Pet, this thing has metal in it.� Spike looked at the vest more closely. �Hrmm, it seems to resemble a corset. Why in the hell would you want to wear this bloody thing?� He stripped the laces from the front of the corset-like vest and tossed them aside. Slipping his right arm under her back, he gently lifted her into a sitting position and slid the rest of the vest from her body. Buffy sighed softly in her sleep, as Spike let his eyes roam over her newly uncovered red silk shirt. �Pet, I gotta say, you have fantastic taste in clothes, despite the predilection for torturing yourself with them.� Spike�s fingers moved to the buttons on her shirt of their own volition, nimbly undoing them, baring her smooth, creamy skin to his eager eyes. He slipped the shirt from her torso, unable to resist running his thumb across the swell of her tanned breast, and play with her dark rose-colored nipple which hardened at his touch. Taking a deep, un-needed breath, Spike laid her back on the bed, drinking in the sight of her tanned torso contrasting sharply with the black satin of his comforter. Rising from the bed, Spike folded her shirt carefully and placed it on the dresser across from the end of the bed. Retrieving her vest, and the laces, from where he had tossed them, he placed them with the shirt. �Okay, don�t stake me or nothing, but a half-dressed girl can not be comfortable. Those pants have to come off.� Spike knelt on the bed, his hands hovering over her hips, licking his lips. �Gotta play nice here mate. You promised the girl you wouldn�t take advantage,� Spike muttered to himself. Buffy squirmed as though she could hear him, but remained asleep. Muttering to himself about self-restraint and vampiric senses that played havoc with his libido, he swiftly unlaced the sides of her leather pants, loosening them enough to slide off her legs. He swiftly removed himself from the bed and stood there, her pants in his hands, his eyes glued to her nude body spread out on his bed. Her hair spread out like a golden cloud, her face gentle in sleep, a small smile on her pale pink lips. Spike groaned as he took in her pert tits, topped with the rosy points of her hard nipples. He dropped her pants on the floor as he stripped off his own shirt and cast it aside. His eyes slid down to her narrow waist, with its cute little indentation of a belly button. He smirked as he noticed a small, sparkling sapphire belly-ring adoring it. As his eyes slid over the swell of her hips and down her long, slender legs, his hands worked feverishly at his belt and pants. Dragging his eyes back up her legs, he dropped his pants and kicked them across the floor. Closing his eyes for a moment, Spike wrapped his left hand around the base of his hard cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. �Oh Buffy pet. If I don�t do something I�m gonna explode. Forgive me�.� He opened his eyes and allowed his gaze to rest on the juncture of her thighs. Licking his lips at the sight of her bare pussy, he took a deep breath and noticed the lingering smell of her earlier arousal. Groaning softly he started to slide his hand up and down his rock-hard erection, sliding his thumb over the head of it and pressing down gently on each stroke. Buffy moved slightly on the bed, getting more comfortable. This had the effect of parting her legs just enough to give Spike a perfect view of her hairless cunt. �Oh god Buffy, I wanna taste you so bad, the scent is driving me insane,� Spike murmured as his stroking picked up speed a little. Feeling himself reaching the pinnacle of his self-pleasuring, he reached down with his right hand and gave his balls a gentle squeeze. Muttering to himself as he furiously wanked himself off� �I wanna feel your tight li'l hole wrapped around my cock� mmm bet it would feel sooo warm and wet�� With a muffled groan Spike climaxed abruptly, his cold, creamy ejaculate spewing forth in globs to land on the rug beside the bed. Sighing softly to himself, Spike slid almost bonelessly onto the bed beside Buffy, pulling a thick blanket over them both. Buffy turned in her sleep, snuggling up against the vampire who had just gotten himself off while looking at her naked body. Spike wrapped his arms around the naked nymph in his bed, and fell asleep listening to the calm rhythm of her heart beating. |
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