By
PassionFish
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at: https://www.angelfire.com/rebellion/morbiddesires/index.html
AN: Thanks to Marsters’ Girl for beta-ing this
chapter!!!
PART SIX
"Preparations"
"Dum, dum,
duh-dum. Dum, dum, duh-dum. Dum, dum, duh-dum, dum, duh-dum, dum,
duh-dum." Buffy giggled as Spike
trailed a red rose down her naked body, humming the bridal march as he did.
He grinned back up at
her, pressing a gentle kiss just below her navel, nuzzling the soft flesh with
his nose.
Carefully, so as not to
cut herself on the thorns, Buffy retracted the rose from Spike's loosened grip
and brought the bloom up to her nose, inhaling its sweet scent deeply.
She sighed happily
exerted. It was 4pm on a lazy Saturday
afternoon and the sun was just starting to crest the horizon.
"Spike?"
"Mmm?" He didn't look up at her as he continued to
softly kiss her body, also too tired to do anything else.
"Do you think the
only...reason that mom isn't freaked about the whole marriage thing is because
I'm the slayer?"
"Any particular
thing you think she should be freaked about?" He enquired, his voice light.
"Umm, the age
thing." Buffy admitted.
"You mean me being
about two hundred years older?"
Buffy laughed,
"That's weird too, but it wasn't what I meant."
"What did you
mean?" Spike sat up a bit,
propping himself on one hand, moving so her body was trapped under the bend of
his arm.
"I mean....I'm like
only just eighteen and I'm already engaged."
"Lots of people get
engaged at eighteen, even now...."
Buffy nodded, her eyes still troubled.
"Are you not ready...to get married I mean, I can wait if
you-"
"No! No, no I want
to. We've done the vampire bit so we
can do the human bit, that’s not what’s bothering me."
"Vampire bit?"
"You
know..." Buffy indicated her
throat where Spike's mark was visible.
Spike grinned at his
claim. "Oh..." Spike face
softened, "What's bothering you then?"
"I just...you're
gonna live forever and I'm already living on borrowed time and pretty soon I'm
gonna di-"
Spike cut off her
sentence with his lips, his mouth devouring hers, trying to take back the
blasphemous words, trying desperately to retract the truth behind the words.
Hours later Buffy sighed
as she cuddled up to her sleeping fiancé unable to sleep herself.
It was nearly six am when
she was finally able to close her troubled eyes and slipped into slumber.
Only to be haunted in her
dreams.
-----
"Buffy, are you
certain that this is what you want?"
"Giles, I've thought
about this and its the only way. I don't
think I would ever handle being a vampire - even if I could keep my soul
permanently." Buffy lowered her
voice, stealing a quick look back into the library, where her mate sat, arguing
with Xander yet again.
Buffy stared imploringly into
her watchers eyes. "I really do
love him, Giles. I couldn't bare to
loose him now, just because some demon gets lucky one night."
"I understand,
Buffy." Giles smiled at his ward,
not wanting to put her through unnecessary pain, especially after the last
year. "However, I must ask a-as
your watcher that you allow us to research this spell a little more. Not that I don't trust Willow's find, but I
would simply rather-"
"I get it,
Giles. I totally agr-" Buffy was cut off by a yelp sounding very Xander-like
coming from the other room.
She darted from the
office to the main library, to see Spike brandishing a wooden staff, pretending
to aim for Xander, while Willow surreptitiously giggled behind her hand.
"Spike!" Buffy childed, hurrying over to him. Spike grinned at her unabashedly as she
scowled at him, and pulled her into a kiss.
She broke it off, tapping him on the nose as she took the staff from
him. "Xander! Get down from
there!"
-----
"Buffy are you sure
about this?"
"I've never been
more sure of anything in my life."
"You know that you
can change your mind at anytime."
"I know." Buffy nodded and took a deep breath. "Lets do it."
With a determined look in
their eyes, the two girls wove their way back to the over-zealous, rather harried
shop-assistant and prepared to tell her for the twenty-fifth time that they
didn't like this dress either.
----
"Giles! I've found something!" Willow called out and the group put down
their respective books and sighed in hopeful relief. They'd been researching into Buffy's request for nearly four
hours now and hadn't gotten anywhere.
"I found this
section that talked of a slayer who was also mated to a vampire. I don't think her watcher was quite as okay
with the match and they...well, 'eloped' is pretty much the word."
Giles felt his heart
constrict at the thought that if he'd been less supportive of Buffy then he
might have lost her forever.
Willow continued. "It looks like they used the same
spell. It says here the spell can be
broken. But only by the one who cast it
- so I guess it means you're gonna have to be the one who does it...you know,
just in case."
Buffy nodded. "Why
did she break it?"
"Her...husband (?)
was killed and she well..." Willow
trailed off at the obvious.
"So! Is it safe for her to do it,
watcher?" Spike asked and Giles
looked over at the spot where both the vampire and slayer sat together.
"Yes." Giles
answered simply. "I believe that
this is the only way to do it yourself and if the slayer lived to seven hundred
and change, I can't see why Buffy shouldn't be able to."
Xander rubbed his hands
together and sat up. "Okay,
Buff. Ready to get immortal?"
----
"Do you feel any
different?" Willow asked, once
she'd cleared away the last vestiges of the spell. She was still feeling a little shaky. They knew that Buffy would have had to have given an
offering. But that’s why she'd taken
into the circle a priceless Sumerian artefact....however, the deity had wanted
something a little more....potent.
Slayer blood.
Spike still wouldn't let
her out of his arms and still hadn't come out of game face; his demon furious
and scared at the pain his mate had just suffered and nothing Buffy could do
seemed to calm him.
Buffy and Giles had been
the only ones NOT concerned when, once the spell had ended, the vampire had
grabbed the slayer through the candles, slipping his fangs into the mark on her
neck. Not drinking. Just marking.
And he'd still yet to
remove them.
"N-no, I don't think
so." Spike growled at her shaky
words, his arms tightening around her.
"Just feel a little...."
"Wobbly?" Giles suggested, sitting as close to his
ward as the protective demon would allow.
Buffy nodded and sniffed,
a tear in her eye. Not that she was in
pain - just shaken. She wasn't used to
having all that witchy power flowing through her. Give her stakes and fists any day.
"Why don't you two
get home. I'll call Joyce. Tell her to expect you."
"Thanks, Giles....do
you think you could take us home...I don't think Spike can drive."
Giles nodded and smiled
softly, "Of course.”