A/N – Thanks to Marsters’ Girl for beta’ing this fiction!
Chapter Ten
Note - I've not taken into account
what has been happening in <<Angel>> and consequently some things
may not match what happens in the series.
In this world Wesley is never out of the gang, Cordy still has visions,
and Fred doesn't exist.
Cordelia woke up early in the evening;
her head pounding from the OD of sleeping tablets she'd accidentally taken the
night before.
She
looked around her bedroom before rising and attempting to look
presentable. She reached the agency
just as the sun set to find Gunn and Wesley waiting for her, with morose looks
upon their faces.
"What?" she asked
quietly, her usual bravado gone.
"Angel." That one word brought her world crashing
once again to the floor. She bit back
her tears, taking a few
calming breaths before asking, "What
happened?"
Gunn indicated the mess of the
agency, which Cordelia hadn't noticed, while Wesley spoke again.
"We received word through
one of the under-ground vampires that Angel is still in contact with who has
informed us of some recent changes in Sunnydale."
"What...has something
happened to Buffy?" She asked,
knowing that only that could make Angel loose control this way.
"It would appear that she
has been turned..."
"What?" Cordy gasped.
"...And her sire is none other
than William the Bloody." He
finished.
"We arrived back to find,
the place like this. We think he's
downstairs, there’s no ashes up here."
"Has anyone checked to see
if he's down there?" Cordelia
questioned, slightly angered.
"Cordy, if Angel is down
there I think he wants to be left..."
Gunn began, his eyes focusing on something behind Cordelia. She turned and was about to speak when pain
shook her body, and she dropped to the floor.
Angel rushed forward catching her
before she hit the ground and manoeuvred her convulsing body to a near-by
chair.
Gradually Cordelia came out of it
and shakily spoke "Twenty-first and sixth.....there’s a....little boy with
a.....
...star, no a pentagram, tattooed
on his head....there is something looking for him.....he's scared, so
very........scared." She finished,
taking in a deep breath.
"I guess it’s back to
work." Angel said, slightly too
non-chalently.
"Angel..." Wesley
began, concerned for the souled vampire.
"No Wesley, I'll feel better
once we've killed the demon." he replied, *Spike's* he added
silently. And they were
on their way.
*** *** ***
The black DeSoto pulled up at the
mansion and the two vampires got out and walked up to the house.
*** *** ***
A couple of hours earlier....
Spike slowed the car, pausing in
front of the Summers' house, keeping the engine running. "You sure you don’t want some
company?"
"Nah...” She leaned over to
kiss him, "...I'll just be an hour or so - I know mom and Dawn won't go to
bed unless I show them I'm still here and fine."
"Okay, love, I'll get us
some supplies. Anything special?"
"Oooh! Double chocolate chip cookies and a
microwave."
Spike grinned and kissed her
again, whispering against her lips, "Your wish is my command."
"Mmmm......I'm
gone!" She quickly got out of the
car before she could let him change her mind.
"Come back soon, yeah?"
Buffy clarified, as she leaned back into the car.
"In a heart-beat,
pet."
"Ha, funny." Spike smirked at her, and with a roar of the
engine disappeared down the previously silent street.
Buffy straightened her clothes
and walked up the drive.
The door opened before she even
got there, and Dawn and Joyce both barreled out to meet the vamped vampire
slayer.
"Hi honey, you wanna come
in. I bought some of those cookies you
like." Joyce smiled as they walked
into the kitchen.
"Thanks, mom." Buffy smiled back as she accepted the mug of
warm blood from Dawn.
"Where's Spike?" The youngest (or oldest depending on how you
looked at it) Summers asked.
"He went to set up the
house."
"Y-you're not staying here
tonight?" Joyce set the cookies
down on the table.
"We just thought that maybe
it would be easier...I'm still learning how to control the demon and it's
getting better...but I'm not too good with an audience." Buffy smiled at the two, her smile dropping
at the knowing look on both their faces.
"Whaaaat?"
"You just wanna be alone so
you can have sex!" Dawn explained,
with a grin that was far to similar to Spike’s.
"Dawny!" Buffy looked to her mother. "Mom, aren't you gonna say
anything?"
"It's okay, honey, sex is an
important part of a relationship and…"
"Mom!"
*** *** ***
Having already 'settled in' they
simply fell into the bed they had deemed their own and worshipped each other’s bodies
until dawn. They then slipped into a contented sleep, Spike’s body protectively
curled around Buffy's, his arms hugging him to her possessively, his fangs in
her neck, a proprietary gesture, - not drinking just allowing the strong blood
to drip into his mouth.
Buffy awoke first and carefully
removed herself from Spikes fangy embrace.
She ventured, still naked, over to the well stocked fridge and pulled
out a couple of blood bags and a jelly cream filled donut.
Quickly downing the blood she
walked over to the couch and sat down donut in hand. After a few minutes of attempting to set up the TV she managed to
angle it correctly and started to flick through the channels.
Noting the time, she decided to
give her mom and Dawn a quick ring. She
hopped off the couch and made her way over to the phone. Without thinking, she reached for the phone
across a stream of light. It didn't
burn.
Remembering Spike's earlier words
when she had teased him for being burnt by the sunlight, "It doesn't hurt
immediately" he had defended himself, so she waited…and waited… and
waited. After 10 minutes she concluded
that she'd waited enough and happily called Spike.
Spike woke to the sound of Buffy
excitedly shouting his name. Grabbing a
pair of boxers just in case they had company, he left their bedroom and crossed
over to where she was. At the sight of
her, naked, bathed in sunlight Spike's eyes almost popped out of his head.
Buffy grinned at her lover, who
had gone none-verbal and said, "Looky what I found!"
She walked over to him hips
swinging, "Guess that’s one thing
I can still do!" she told him with a cheeky smile, before forcing his lips
open with her own and plundering his mouth with her tongue. Feeling him poking her through his boxers
she moved her hips forward in a circular motion and rubbed her tongue along his
rapidly sharpening canines.
Spike sucked on the cut, grabbing
her hips to keep her flush against his erection. Buffy moaned throatily, and Spike walked them back to the closest
wall, carefully avoiding the sunlight.
He moved his hands from her hips to her ass, pulling her up.
Buffy responded by wrapping her
legs around his waist, using her feet to push down his boxers. Spike slammed her against the wall,
thrusting into her.
He continued driving into her,
both grunting and moaning with each thrust bringing them closer to the edge,
their eyes never leaving one another.
Suddenly, knowing both were so close they growled the same word, before
sinking their fangs into the other's neck.
"MINE."
The most powerful orgasm either
had ever known rushed through their bodies, Spike struggling to keep them
upright.
Eventually giving up, he removed
Buffy from the wall and turned with her still wrapped around his body and slid
down the wall, neither breaking away from the other's necks. Both were making a loud purring noise from
deep within them, their borrowed blood flowing in and out of their bodies
making the orgasm a never-ending assault on the senses.
Their demons sated, they just
sat, connected in the most intimate of ways.
An eternity passed before either
found the energy to move. They both
extracted their fangs, licking and sucking the wounds to help them heal. As Buffy got off Spike, both their purring
dissipated as the owners of the sound groaned at the loss of contact.
Spike stayed against the wall and
watched as his mate walked towards the bathroom, her knees still shaky from the
intensity of the orgasm. Buffy quickly
showered and dressed and returned to find Spike in the same position as she'd
left him in.
She walked over to him and
crouched by his side, "Are you
okay, honey?" she inquired,
concerned for her silent vampire.
The slayer put her hand on his
shoulder, when he turned his head and gave her a dazed, loving look, she smiled
and asked, "You in there? Or did I
blow your mind away?"
Spike came to his senses and
chuckled, "That you did, love."
Noticing her state of dress, he asked with a slight frown,
"Going somewhere, pet?"
"The sun's almost down I was
gonna go see my mom and Dawny then find Will and Xander and patrol." Spikes frown deepened at the mention of the
whelp.
"What’s wrong?" Buffy asked, noticing the frown, "You
don't have to come if you don't want - extra vamp strength is making for one
strong Buffy!" she told him misinterpreting his upset.
When her sire only smiled
woodenly Buffy caught on, "He
doesn't have to come with me if you don't want." She told him sympathetically.
Spike sighed, wanting nothing
more than to tell her not to go with Xander, but he knew there would be some
women's lib thing that would get him into trouble later, so instead he replied,
"No love, its okay you go have fun - I'll go to the watcher and see if he
knows anything more, and I'll tell him about your sunny experience." he finished with a genuine smile.
Buffy smiled in return,
"Okay I'll see you there after patrol." she leaned forward to kiss him, squealing as Spike pulled her on
top of him, kissing her passionately.
Nearly 20 minutes later Buffy
broke off the kiss, saying "The
sun's really set now, I'll see you later, sweety." Pressing her lips to his briefly, she
gracefully rose and patting his head affectionately, before leaving him to
stare wistfully at her.
*** *** ***
"We have to go to the
beach!" Dawn said excitedly. "I saw this amazing swim suit the other
day...oh and we can go shopping!"
She leaped forward and hugged her sister. "This is so great!"
Buffy looked up to her mother
hopefully, "I'm really happy for you, honey....and yes, I'll buy you a new
suit too."