It's
Magic!
Big Thanks to Marsters’ Girl who beta’d this fiction, so quickly…for you…you should all be grateful!
Buffy and Spike returned to the library both looking washed and
content. Buffy had a fresh bite mark on her neck and Spike's eyes looked
suspiciously glassy - as if stoned.
But both appeared happy, in fact Giles thought he could hear Spike
quietly purring as he nuzzled Buffy's neck while they waited for Giles to get
off the phone and dismiss his ward. Once Giles had bid them goodnight they
traveled the short distance to the Bronze.
Buffy's eyes roamed the dark club, searching for both her friends
and any possible threat. Finding only the first, she led Spike, by the hand, to
the corner where Oz and Willow sat on a sofa. There was a comfy chair next to
them and Spike sat down on it, pulling Buffy onto his lap and, curling his arms
around her possessively.
"Xander and Cordy dancing?" Buffy questioned the hacker.
"No, they'll be here in a bit though, Cordy wanted to get
different shoes." Willow replied.
Oz, whose eyes hadn't left the blonde vampire - Willow having not told
him - said, "Well, this is new."
Willow giggled and Spike raised his eyebrows at the wolf's
non-pulsed reaction. The vampire frowned, addressing the guitarist, "You
don't smell human, mate."
"You either." the wolf replied.
"Oz is a werewolf." Willow explained to the Spike, then turned to her boyfriend, "And you know Spike."
Oz nodded, "Yeah, like I said - it’s new."
A muffled shrike as Cordelia cut into the strange conversation, as
Xander walked up to the gang.
The cheerleader whipped out a cross, throwing it at Buffy. It
burned into Spike's hand and the vampire recoiled in pain. "HEY!"
Buffy flung the cross across the floor, turning to face Spike.
"You okay?" she pressed her lips to his.
"So, you're not a vampire then?" Cordelia asked, staring
at Buffy, who wasn't paying her any attention.
"Yeah, love, just peachy." Buffy smiled sadly, bringing his slightly burnt hand to her mouth, kissing it gently.
"Okay I missed something. God Buffy, what is it with you and
vampires?" Cordelia's eyes bugged at the slayer's actions.
"Shut up Cordelia." Willow put in, entering the sort-of
conversation.
"Whatever," Cordelia replied scowling at the red head.
Dumping her bag on to the sofa, she grabbed Xander and hauled him to the dance
floor.
"I'm going to get a drink, do you want one?" Oz asked his
girlfriend. Willow glanced at the now kissing couple then smiled at her
werewolf, "I'll come with you."
Coming up for air, Buffy breathed, "I'm sorry."
Spike brushed his uninjured thumb across her lips, shaking his head
slightly, "I'm okay. It won't take long to heal."
Buffy had a thought, and pulling her hair from her shoulder, tilted
her head saying, "Let me help."
Accepting the gift, Spike kissed her neck gently before sinking his
fangs into her golden skin. She gasped at the slight pain, her gasp turning to
a moan as Spike reached under her top to massage her breast.
As the warm, powerful, blood entered his dead body, Spike could
feel his wound healing. Extracting his fangs carefully he licked the bite,
soothing it with his tongue. Raising his eyes to hers, he gazed at her - his
eyes were dazed and filled with desire.
She smiled softly at the vampire, "All better?" she
asked.
Spike returned he smile, "Thanks love." he replied before
reclaiming her lips in a sweet kiss. Buffy moaned, circling her hips into Spike
as he deepened the kiss and replied with a low growl from the bottom of his
chest.
The couple broke apart when Oz and Willow returned with four
drinks, and the vampire and werewolf watched their mates converse as the band
played on behind them. As the band started a slow, sensual song the two
non-humans led their partners by the hand to the dance floor, and pulled them
close as they began to sway to the music.
Buffy's eyes fell shut and she wrapped her arms around his waist
underneath Spike's, allowing him to rock her to the slow beat. A sappy smile
crossed her features as he began to nuzzle her neck, purring quietly in her
ear.
This was happiness, this was contentment, this was perfect. She
knew that she would battle the world to keep him with her, to keep him her’s.
Spike's thoughts mirrored his love's and his hold tightened on her,
kissing her neck - almost palpable was their love, so strong their emotions.
---
Willow smiled as she felt Oz make a rumbling purr from inside his
chest. She loved this period of time when he wasn't far from the wolf, all his
animalistic characteristics were enhanced. She sighed happily against his neck,
and continued moving to the music.
Oz could hear the purring sound coming from not only himself but
also from the vampire nearby, and he knew that Spike truly loved Buffy, despite
their being mortal enemies. The wolf recognized the sound as contentment and
echoed it with his own sound.
He understood better then anyone the intense loyalty towards a
mate, the same loyalty he had for Willow. The euphoric feeling he had felt at
her becoming his mate was indescribable.
She was his and he was her's.
---
In this the couples thoughts mingled as one, and the golden thought
traveled through all their bodies, causing them to hold their lover tighter
against them.
She was his and he was her's.
As one, the vampire and wolf pulled their mates from the club, leading
them home, preceding to make love to them until the sun rose. When they fell
asleep,
the females spooned into the male's chest.
*** *** *** ***
Buffy awoke in the mansion sometime in the afternoon. Spike was
still molded to her back. The vampire was unconsciously purring and nuzzling at
her neck.
Buffy was, not for the first time since she and Spike had begun
their relationship, grateful that her mother was on a mad art buying dash these
days, spending days away, with only one or two nights at home.
A quick glance at the bedroom door gave her another thing to be
grateful for - strong locks. She smiled as memories of the night before filled
her mind. Her body suddenly tensed as she realized it was Monday, the tension
leaving as she recalled there was a school holiday for two weeks, starting
today.
She wasn't sure how she would have talked her way out of that one,
had it been a school day. Giles would have sorted it out. Giles,
"Shit." she murmured, reaching over to the bedside table for her bag.
She fished out her mobile phone, quickly dialing his home, then the library.
"Hello?"
"Hi Giles,"
"Ah, Buffy, thank God I was-"
Buffy cut him off, "I know Giles I'm sorry I didn't check in,
I just fell asleep and without my alarm clock I just seem to sleep - I think
its my body's way of rejuvenating from all those long slayer nights."
There, play the guilt trip, that should work.
"Yes, I'm sorry Buffy I quite understand." Yup, it did!
"However I must ask you to come to the library this evening for training,
it will not take long but I'm afraid is a necessity." Or not.
"Sure, Giles." Buffy began ruefully smiling, "I'll
be there about seven, okay? Then I'll patrol after."
"Thank you, I shall see you later then."
"Okay, bye." Buffy agreed, sighing slightly.
"Goodbye." Giles replaced the phone on the base and began
organizing what they would need for their training session.
Buffy flipped the switch on the phone, tossing it back in her bag,
flopping back into Spike's embrace. The blonde vampire still appeared asleep,
so she just lay there, enjoying the quiet time in the arms of her love.
*** *** *** ***
Angelus stalked backwards and forwards outside Spike's door. He
could smell her, his childe had brought her back here, and made love to her. He
could hear Spike still quietly purring. He had left his current spot at
sunrise, the pull of sleep being too great to ignore, but after being plagued
with dreams of Buffy choosing Spike over him, had returned to his pacing.
A short growl of annoyance escaped his lips as he heard Buffy speak
with her watcher - telling him that she would be in at seven, meaning that she
intended to be here for another few hours at least.
Drusilla ignored him completely, when he fucked her she lay beneath
him as unresponsive as one of her dolls. Not that it mattered, she was his
childe, his slave - she did what he said regardless.
---
Drusilla poured some imaginary tea from a white china teapot with a
blue oriental pattern around the rim, into a matching teacup and handed it to
Miss Edith.
But Miss Edith didn't take it, she was unhappy about her Spike
leaving.
She didn't like daddy anymore and Miss Edith blamed Dru for Spike
going to the slayer.
"If only you had waited." the doll hissed viscously.
Drusilla placed her hands over her ears, "Shhh, please
don't..." she whispered.
But Miss Edith continued, "You lost him to the slayer over
daddy, and daddy doesn't want you."
"The slayer corrupted my Spike's littl' 'ead. He doesn't
really love her, I'm his princess!" the vampiress argued, removing her
hands, the final words coming out as a plea as opposed to a statement.
"Spike always loved the slayer, from the moment you arrived in
Sunnydale. You may have covered Miss Mary's mouth but she told you and you did
nothing." Miss Edith interjected from her place next to Drusilla.
The crazy vampiress moved her gaze to the Mary's face - her mouth
bound shut, her eyes wide and accusatory.
"Noooo..." Drusilla moaned, pulling at her hair.
The dolls just stared back at her, silent once more.
To Be Continued....