In The Harsh Light of Day





Prologue


Buffy fell forward as Spike delivered a sharp side kick to her back and she found herself pressed in between a metal pole and a peroxide vampire.  Both were very hard.  Spike rolled his crotch into her behind and she gasped as she felt his erection, the size of him pressed erotically against her bringing another flood of arousal through her system.  He leant down and whispered seductively by her ear,
"You're Mine."
Spike kissed her neck gently, then bit down, sucking and licking as the strong blood flowed quickly into his mouth.  Buffy gasped and began to struggle, but she was weakened from the blood loss and her attempts were futile against the rapidly strengthening vampire.  As he felt her body slump in his arms, Spike turned her around biting down on his tongue quickly as he heard her heatbeat slow.
Leaning her against the pole he moulded his mouth around her panting one, kissing her deeply.  To the outside world it would appear that they were simply another couple late for class.  However, the kissing was not the purpose of the exercise.  Spike moved his cut tongue to the back of Buffy's throat, forcing her to swallow the supernatural blood.  Slowly, unable to resist the strange alure of the damning liquid, the slayer began to drink, sucking on the cut.  Spike's hard-on grew as he felt her drinking from him, and he rolled his hips forward, inwardly smirking as he felt her wet heat through his jeans.
Gradually Buffy stopped and she collapsed in his arms, her heart finally at rest.  Spike removed his mouth from hers, pressing a light kiss to her lips, and lifted her up, carrying her to his car.
He smiled to himself, for once, everything was going as planned.


Part One

Buffy felt like she was drowning, but she could breathe.  Her body didn't feel like it was still attached and all she could see were flashing colours; light blues and pinks and yellows.  Suddenly she was standing in a triangular shaped room.  There were three doors; one white, one black and one green and brown.  Buffy stood in the centre, unsure what she was expected to do.  The white door opened and she took a step towards it, as she did the black door opened and Spike walked through it.  Buffy turned to face him and smiled slightly.  He wasn't wearing his usual atire, instead was clad in loose cream karki pants and a white shirt.  His wavy hair wasn't blond or gelled back but light brown and touseled slightly.  He smiled at her, his blue eyes shining and extended his hand.  Buffy knew she shouldn't go, but the pull of his magnetic sea-orbs was strong and she extended her hand, taking his.
He led them through the black door and she went willingly, enjoying the feel of his warm hand in hers.  *Wait a minute - warm?*  she thought and frowned.  The slayer looked up at Spike questioningly, "Spike?"  she asked, almost timidly.  He simply smiled at her, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand as he spoke just as gently, "Come on, love, we're almost there."
"Okay."  she whispered, just as she dropped down a deep, black pit.  It was cold and her arms flailed wildly as she attempted to grab onto something to stop her decent but all the objects seemed out of her reach.  She glanced below in an attempt to at least estimate what she would fall on.  Her mouth opened in shock just before she landed back first on a large, sharp rock below her.

Spike watched from their room at the mansion as Buffy's body arched, then collapsed and he waited for her eyes to open.  He'd already found her some food, the boy lay unconscious on the floor near the door.  When he had entered the mansion, slayer dead in his arms, all the minions had bowed down in respect, wide eyes portraying their shock.  He'd ordered two of them to fetch the nearest mortal for her to eat without pause in his steps.  The first two idiots were in such awe of his achievment that they rushed outside to comply, forgetting the sun was up, bursting into flames within seconds.  The second two learned from their experiance and took the tunnels, tarp in hand, grapping the dark-haired boy that was passing the entrance at the time.  His psychology books fell uselessly to the floor as they knocked him out, dragging his body back through the sewers to the mansion.

Suddenly the pain stopped and Buffy found it to be replaced with a odd pleasurable feeling that spread from her toes, up her legs, through her chest and stopped in her head, circling round her eye sockets.  She slowly opened her eyes, blinking.  She was on a bed, an ornatly decorated bed, with long drapes hanging across the four posters that reached the ceiling.  *Mmmm, comfy bed!*  Her gaze moved to the vampire who sat next to her, watching her carefully, love and hope in his eyes.  She smiled at him, winding her arms round his neck pulling him down to her lips.  She felt his smile against her lips as he deepened the kiss.  Spike moved away after a few moments and chuckled at her pout, "Buffy, love, aren't you hungry?"
Buffy's pout turned into an evil smile and Spike indicated the waking boy.  Buffy climbed off the bed and picked the boy up by the labels of his jacket.
"Spike, how did you know this was exactly what I wanted?"  She asked, smiling at her sire as she recognised the meal.
"Thought you'd like it."  Spike responded, clicking his tongue.  He had smiled when they'd brought him in, recognising the boy as the wanker he'd taunted her over the day before.
"Buffy?" Parker whispered as his eyes came into focus on the creature before him.  Her eyes were yellow and her brow only slightly more protruding.  As she smiled he was witness to her perfect pearl teeth, the front two incisors razer sharp and an extra inch in size.
"What are you going to do?"  He asked, his eyes wide, fear creeping into his voice.  Buffy didn't respond, she simply giggled manically before she bit down on his neck, draining him within seconds
"Hmmm...paybacks not entirely over rated."  she explained matter-of-factly.  The lifeless body dropped to the floor and Buffy looked over to the bed where Spike still lay, watching her.  She allowed her face to return to its normal countenance and she moved to the bed.  Buffy giggled as Spike pulled her on to the bed, covering her body with his own.  "You're beautiful."  Spike murmured and Buffy smiling slightly in response.  The ex-slayer's smile turned to a moan as Spike's tongue shot out, sensually removing the blood from her lips.  She circled her hips into his and smiled as he growled, smashing his lips to hers.

Part Two