Hunger 2
Spike looked at the Slayer intently for a few minutes. The girl was serious it was written all over her face. Using his longer legs the vamp rolled them over so that he was pinning Faith.
"You do realize that I have no problem killing you don't you ducks?"
"Yeah I figured but you don't really think it'll be that easy do you?"
The vampire grinned and Faith matched it with one of her own. She bucked her hips sending them rolling again both fighting to stay on top and both rubbing against each other. The slayer felt Spike's evident desire and snickered.
Spike snarled letting his face vamp out. Faith laughed and that made him angry. Wrapping his hands around her neck he squeezed still the mocking grin stayed on her face. He reached out with one hand feeling the surrounding ground around him. His hand clamped on to a piece of marble from a statue and with one mighty swing slammed it in the slayer's temple.
Faith saw a flash of light and was out. A small trickle of blood slid down her head and Spike stared at it in fascination before ducking his own head to lick the trail away. A low growl rumbled in his throat and he smiled.
"Sorry pet, but I can't risk you fighting me. Not that you'd win but it just makes it easier for me."
He looked down and her and cocked his head to one side and frowned.
"Egad you even have that blasted grin on your face when you're unconscious."
Spike picked up the slayer's limp form and tossed her unceremoniously over his shoulder. Looking around for any sign of Buffy or her friends he took off toward his place. Luckily it was only a few blocks away, Faith was heavier then she looked.
Once back at his new residence he placed Faith on the bed. She stirred a bit and he punched her in the jaw hard enough to knock her out again. Digging around the closet he found a pair of handcuffs. Grinning to himself he handcuffed the woman on his bed and stripped her.
Faith blinked her eyes repeatedly trying to focus. Her head was killing her with throbs that sounded like a hammer on a tin roof. She sniffed the air and smelled blood. Blood and something else, something like...
"Fang... you are so gonna get it when I... I'm naked. Great I get a fang that's in to kinks. This had so better be good."
Spike straddled her waist and stared at her until she focused on him. Faith wanted to smack the sneer of his face. It wasn't until she shivered with cold that she realized he was naked too. She eyed him critically for a minute then smiled.
"Ya know the view almost makes up for you knockin' me the fuck out."
He chuckled but didn't say a word. Spike saw the look of uncertainty cross the brunettes face. She was quick to cover it with a mask of mild interest and amusement. With one long claw he raked a deep scratch on her breast. The deep red blood welled up and started to pool between her breasts.
Faith hissed half in pain half in pleasure. The vampire ducked his head down and licked the warm blood sliding down creamy white skin. The slayer shivered as cold seared here skin. Spike growled in pleasure at her reactions and ran his hands along her body.
They teased and caressed. Brought pain and pleasure. Small scratches formed and bleed only to be to be licked and suckled dry. Faith's body had a myriad of red marks marring the perfect skin. Some of the cuts had even started to heal by the time Spike was through with his appetizer.
He slid his hands between their body's forcing Faith's legs open. The scent of her blood mixed with the heady scent of her arousal. The slayer felt gloriously cold fingers working along her heated flesh. Shivers ran intermittently up her spine and she smiled.
The Slayer bucked her hips wildly in an attempt to control the situation. Spike would have none of it and withdrew his hands from between her legs. She let out a frustrated snarl before forcing herself to relax back on to the bed. The blonde vampire leaned back against the foot of the bed and stared at the woman for a long moment.
“Do you hunger for it?”
“What?”
“Do you want it so bad that you hunger for it?”
“What the fu… you’re trying to talk to me?!?! I swear I always pick the weirdos.”
“Slayer… do you want it so bad you hunger for it?”
“Yes damnit! Now give it to me!”
Faith’s voice had dropped to a deadly tone. Spike just smiled lazily at her and thought about how right he’d been about her. She would make an excellent vampire. He leaned in as if to whisper to her seductively. Faith tilted her head so that he could get closer a smug grin on her face. His demon visage slipped in to place and without so much as a warning he bit in to her neck. The deep red slayer’s blood spilled in to his mouth.
Spike pulled away only to slit his own wrist and force it to the slayer’s mouth. His blood dribbled on to her lips and in to her mouth. It was cold and thick as it slid over her lips. Faith wanted to pull away and spit it out. But that was only for a second. Her glazed brown eyes stared in to Spike’s blue ones and she suckled his wrist hungrily.
Her world faded to black but she hadn’t let go of the vampire’s wrist. Once he was sure she was done he checked her bonds again then left the room. He tugged on his pants and wandered in to his guest room. There wasn’t anything in there except for a mattress on the floor. He flopped himself down grinning at him own cleverness. It would only be a matter of time before she rose. And when she did she’d hunger.