Part Six
There were three short,
sharp raps on the watcher's front door.
Followed by a very proper British accent. "Mr. GIles?"
Giles looked up to the open
door and for a moment he thought his slayer had returned to him. Standing in the doorway, however, was a
taller, heavier twenty-something woman in a blue business suit with a crisp
white blouse underneath the blazer.
The watcher took off his
glasses, crossing to the door way as he absently rubbed the lenses clean. "Y-yes?"
She held out her hand in a formal
greeting as she spoke, "Lilith Bradshaw.
I've been sent by the council to get rid of this nasty business of a
turned slayer. May I say I am shocked
that this slayer has been turned - she was heading for the longest running
slayer."
Giles forced a tight smile
and took the firm handshake limply, "Get rid of?"
"Kill." As Giles face paled Lilith spoke again,
"Come now, Mr. Giles. I understand
you have had four years with this girl but she is a threat now. Not only to Sunnydale but the World. There is no other solution, is there?"
"We had thought of
cursing her with a soul." Giles
replied, moving to sit down so as to hide the tears that threatened to escape.
"A soul? How would that help? You mean a conscience? She already has her soul." Miss.
Bradshaw scoffed the idea.
"I beg your
pardon? No book I have found has given
such an indication of..."
He was cut off, "Really,
Mr. Giles! Unless your slayer was in
love with her sire before he turned her she will still have her
soul!" Miss. Bradshaw laughed haughtily
at the idea but at Giles' closed expression and rigid posture the councilwoman's
eyes bugged slightly. "I
see." She responded tightly.
"Quite." Giles agreed.
***
"Mmmm...." Buffy purred with a smile as Spike hugged
her to him possessively as he in turn purred his pleasure.
"Yeah,
ducks." He replied through a
contented sigh.
Buffy giggled, "You use
the strangest endearments!"
Spike chuckled in return,
"I'm old, pet." As Buffy's
giggled reverberated throughout his body he smiled wickedly, "Still got
all my parts in the right place though."
He purred, sliding back inside her, savouring her gasp of pleasure as he
did.
"That
you-aahhh-have!" Buffy gasped.
***
Night had fallen and a red-haired
woman sighed, glanced again at her watch.
She swore when she realised that she was now forty minutes late. Okay, shortcut it is. She knew she shouldn't, what with it being
nearly midnight but she was late.
With a silent, deep breath
she entered the alleyway, her footsteps speeding up as her heart rate
accelerated.
"Well, well, well, what
do we have here, pet?"
The woman jumped in shock as
the familiar cockney accent floated out from the darkness. She gave a little scream and tried to dash
away from the source.
She slammed into a strong
but petite body.
"Hey Willow! Going somewhere?"
"B-Buffy, hey! How ya been?"
"Undead, you?"
"Yeah, good, I see
that." Will stuttered nervously,
backing away from the ex-slayer.
"Well, I guess we can catch up some oth-" She was cut off as she bumped in to Spike
behind her.
"You know Wills, I miss
you. Our chats, our bronzing, there’s
like sooo much stuff I wanna tell you - I have a mate now! Crazy, huh?" Buffy laughed, smiling into her friends face.
"Yeah,
crazy." Willow agreed weakly, held
lightly in place by hands that she knew would tighten the moment she tried to
move.
"So, I reckon, best way
to keep my friend - make her like me."
"Buffy, please..."
"No, wills, see it
won't hurt, I promise....I don't want to kill you-"
"But you will, you'll
kill everything about me."
"No, honey, I
won't! It makes it all right, whatever
you want you take, it's amazing."
Buffy walked over to Willow, giving her a reassuring smile, "It'll
be fine." She whispered, tilting
Willow's neck back.
Tears dripped down the
witch's face as she felt cool fangs sink into her neck.
Her last conscious feeling
was that of cool, refreshing blood dripping down her throat...
Then.....nothing.
***
"Buffy?" Willow murmured as she awoke, her amber daemon
eyes seeking out her sires.
"Hey, Wills, drink
this." Buffy watched, a loving
smile on her face as her new childe drank down the blood she had just handed
her. Buffy smiled as she felt Spike
wrap his arms around her waist, "Isn't she perfect?" Buffy whispered to him.
"Not as perfect as
you." He murmured, dragging his
fangs across his lover's jugular.
"Wow, that was
good!" Buffy opened her eyes to
see her childe smiling, s tinge of blood on her lips.
"Told you, " She
leaned forward and wiped the blood off the red-heads lips with her finger,
bring the digit to her own mouth and sucking off the blood. "Come on, I'll sure you around the
mansion - its huge, you'll love it."
***
Angelus watched from afar as
the ex-slayer showed the witch around the house. His eyes ate up the way her tightly encased moved as she walked,
the way her long blonde hair bounced up and down, the way her-
He growled as he was
suddenly slammed against the wall by on every pissed off peroxide-blonde
vampire.
"Keep. Your.
Eyes. Of. My.
Woman." Spike growled, his
eyes flashing furiously.
Angelus growled back, his
own demon coming to the surface as he shoved the younger vampire away from
him. He smacked him across the face,
but the blow barely registered due to the enhanced slayer's blood flowing
through Spike's veins.
Realising that he couldn't
hurt him yet, at least not until he separated the younger vampire from the
slayer's blood before hand he settled on verbal abuse. "Jealous, Spike? Guess you realise you'll never keep her,
huh, boy?" He leaned maliciously
close, "Does she scream out my name when she comes, like our darling
Drusilla used to?"
With a sharp growl, his
whole demon let loose as he lost any sense of restraint, Spike reached forward
and snapped Angelus' neck. The older
vampire fell to the floor, unable to move, his demon howling in pain.
Spike turned, darting to
where Buffy and Willow stood, Willow being introduced to the wonder of the
'mortal room' A room where at least ten
mortals hung from he wall, chained up, a constant tap of human blood.
Buffy screeched in surprise
as Spike grabbed her, his fangs sinking deep inside her neck, ripping through
blood vessels and skin. It was the
commanding bite of a sire to a childe.
Buffy went immediately soft in his hold, anything she might have said or
done stunted by the powerful call of her sire.
Without a word to the witch Spike hauled the slayer out of the room.
Willow pouted at the loss of
her sire's attention. She looked over
to the men hanging from the wall.
She smiled evilly. "Hi,
boys! Wanna play?"
To Be Continued….