A/N – Thanks to Marsters’ Girl for beta’ing this fiction!
Chapter Eight
"So its all over?" Buffy asked, unbelievingly.
"Yeah, love. No more initiative, no more
Riley...also..."
"What, baby?" She murmured, nuzzling her face into his
neck, kissing him gently in an attempt to relax him.
"Willow...and God only knows
how...but she said that when the council 'removed' the Initiative it had an
extra side effect."
"Come on..I'm dying of
suspense here."
"You're already dead,
pet."
"Ha Ha, funny-man. Tell me the terrible side effect."
"The chip." Spike finally blurted. "It's gone." He closed his eyes, waiting for her to
freak.
"Oh, okay." She said, the epitome of non-chalantness, as
she nipped as his neck. "So we can
get out of here, now?"
"Okay? That’s it?" Spike asked, incredulous.
"Come on, Spike, I think you
know me well enough by now."
"Yeah, I do. Why aren't you
freaking out?" He persisted.
"You know that if you ever
killed an innocent...that would be it for us...that we couldn't be together
anymore."
"Buffy...I would never...”
His undead heart contracted at the thought of life without her by his side.
She placed gentle fingers over
his lips, "I know...that’s why I trust you."
"You do?"
Her features softened, as they
always did when his vulnerability showed, "I love you."
He purred, pulling her close, burying
his nose in her hair as he held her.
"I love you too."
"Come on,” She said after a
few minutes. "Lets pack and get
out of here."
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They walked from the hotel room
in a comfortable silence, until they came to where Spike had remembered leaving
his car.
He unlocked the car door and
opened it for Buffy, who slid in.
Spike got in the other side and
grabbed the keys from the glove compartment, placing them in the slot he
retracted his hand and turned to face his turned-slayer. "Where do you want to go,
love?" Spike asked, as he watched
her slide over to him and into his half-embrace, nibbling on his ear.
"Home." She replied simply, kissing down his neck.
"Sunnydale, pet?" he attempted
to clarify, leaning into her, tilting his neck slightly.
"Yeah - home is where the Hellmouth
is!" She laughed lightly before she vamped out and bit into his neck. Immense pleasure shot through both their
dead bodies, she sucked gently for a minute before retracting her fangs.
She looked up at him; mischievous
yellow eyes meeting confused but pleasure laden blue ones. In way of explanation she said "You marked me...” her fingertips
grazed the bite mark on her neck, "....and now I've marked you." She finished happily.
Spike didn't think he could have
been happier, until he heard her next words.
"You're mine."
Pulling her into his lap, Spike
morphed and sunk his fangs into her neck.
Power. More so than before. As her strong slayer-vampire blood flowed
into his mouth he could feel his body growing stronger.
Buffy arched her hips into
Spike's at the desire flowing through her.
Whilst slowly drinking from her,
Spike moved a hand under her top
caressing her breasts, his other positioning his suddenly free cock at her
entrance and thrusting into to her.
Minutes later as Buffy felt her self nearing orgasm, she sunk her fangs
into her sire’s neck once again. As his
blood entered her mouth Buffy convulsed as her orgasm shook through her.
He lovingly brushed his lips
against hers, before repeating her earlier words. "You're mine."
*** *** ***
He looked down at the girl
sleeping in his arms. They had driven
for around an hour before the sun began to rise, and they had to find
shelter. Spike was just going to sleep
in the car, but Buffy was adamant.
"I may be a vampire Spike,
but I'm not sleeping in a car, or a warehouse or a mausoleum." She had informed her mate vehemently. "I want a room, with a bed and a shower
and a TV!" Spike smiled at the
memory of the previous day, they hadn't slept much, but Spike decided that he
agreed with Buffy on this one.
A bed was a necessity! And a shower had its perks!
He had slept for a few hours, but
had awoken- having never been a long sleeper anyway- and had spent the last 40
minutes flicking through the muted TV.
He was hungry, and he'd bet Buffy would be too when she woke up.
Knowing that his mate would make
him go out anyway, he got up from under Buffy's arm and leg and had just
finished dressing, ready to find a butcher when the sun set, and Buffy awoke.
She blinked sleepily as she
reached out for Spike. Not finding him
next to her she frowned and sat up in bed.
Her tired eyes scanned the room finally falling on the vampire, who was
fully dressed. She smiled sleepily, and
beckoned him too her.
He walked over to his lover, who pulled him down on top
of her, her tongue battling with his.
After a few minutes she broke away and looked into Spike's eyes, marvelling
at the love she saw burning in them.
"Where were you going?" she eventually asked.
"I just thought you'd be
hungry, so I was going to get you some blood."
"Mmmm, yeah you do that, I'm
hungry!" The slayer agreed. "While you're out I'll have a shower or
something."
"Okay love." Spike responded climbing off her. "When I get back we'll get back on the
road to Sunnyhell pet - we should be there in about an hour."
"Good, I actually miss
it! Huh - who'da thunk?" She asked laughing. Spike chuckled lightly, then leaned down and
kissed her on the nose before leaving the room.
Buffy picked up the remote and
continued flicking through the channels, after a few minutes she grew board, so
she set down the remote on the bedside table.
Noticing for the first time that there was a phone in the room Buffy
picked up the receiver and dialed Giles’ phone.
It was picked up on the first
ring, and the watchers sleepy voice said into the receiver, "Hello? Buffy?" Willow and Xander sat up from their
texts and looked hopefully at the ex-librarian.
Buffy smiled, "Hey
Giles!"
"Buffy, good heavens are you
alright? We've been so worried. Where's Spike? Is he still with you?
Where are you?" the watcher said quickly, overly concerned
for her.
"Chill Giles! I'm okay, undead but okay! Spike went out to get me something to eat.." Giles wasn't sure he liked the sound of
that, "..but yes he's still with me.
We're in a motel somewhere. We
should be home in an few hours."
There was a beat, and Giles
breathed an audible sigh of relief, he was about to continue when he heard the
door opening in the background.
"Buffy, is that Spike?"
he asked, unsure of whether he wanted it to be or not.
When Buffy didn't respond, Giles
became worried.
"Buffy?....BUFFY?" he shouted.
"Mmm, sorry
Giles!" Buffy said, breaking from
Spike's lips. She shushed Spikes sigh of annoyance, and continued, "Yeah Giles, it is. Look I have to go, why don't you get some
sleep, you sound really tired. We'll be
back in a few hours"
"Okay Buffy, I await your
return."
"Oh and Giles, tell my mom
and Dawny I'm okay - I tried them first, but they were busy. I'll see you soon. Bye!" Buffy got out before the phone was removed from her
hands, and her lips were caught up in a passionate kiss.
*** *** ***
"Bye." Giles replied into the humming receiver. He looked down at the text on the table in
front of him, then up across to the two expectant faces, sitting in his living
room.
"Giles? Is Buffy okay?" Willow asked, concern evident in her voice.
He stared numbly at the redhead
before being prompted by Xander and continued. "Yes Buffy is fine. Umm...she is still traveling with Spike, and
they are on their way here."
"Ookaay! Not loving this! We're talking Buffy bringing the peroxide undead here, and everyone’s
okay with that?" Xander objected
loudly, his eyes going between the two other people in the room as he spoke.
"Xander, Spike is
Buffy's....boyfriend. And we love her
and if this is what she wants we're gonna be supportive of her, goddamn it!"
Both the men stared at the witch
in some shock at her outburst. Xander
then laughed, reaching out and ruffling Willow's hair, the same way he used to
when they were little and he knew he'd been in the wrong but he wasn't gonna
admit it.
"So Buffy and dead boy
junior are coming home?" He asked
calmer than before.
Giles took a sip from his now
cold cup of coffee, grimacing at the taste.
"Yes, she said she'll return in a few hours."
He stood up and walked to the
kitchen and put the kettle on. "I
suggest we get some rest and food until she comes. I shall go out and retrieve some blood for her...and Spike in an
hour." Shrill whistling resounded
around the room, indicating the boiling of the water and Giles’ turned around
to make the tea. "Would you like some biscuits?" He asked after a few minutes, when no one
responded he turned around to see the zeppo and the witch asleep on the
couch.
With a smile Giles brought in his
tea setting it down on his desk. He
picked up a blanket from the chair and
covered the two sleeping forms. The
watcher returned to his tea and resumed his reading about a turned slayer in
1705.