A/N – Thanks to Marsters’ Girl for beta-ing this fiction!
Angel scowled at the human blonde couple on the
couch at the other side of the room, forcefully pushing his weight against the
wall behind him in an attempt to not shove a nice, sharp stake through
Spike's heart.
Beating or not.
He watched as Buffy smiled shakily at 'William' and
he growled. Buffy jumped and he
stopped; looking down at his feet.
This was getting too much. He had to get them away from each other or get him out of
here. It was disgusting - he could
smell them all over each other. Smell their
lust for each other through their every little touch.
A sharp look from both Cordy and Wesley squashed the
urge to start growling again as William took Buffy's hand in his comfortingly.
An irrational thought entered his mind; if 'William'
was from Victorian England why was he getting so close to Buffy?
The fact that in his day he'd been a hell of
a lot closer to any woman that took his fancy had escaped his mind at this
point...along with rational thought.
Both groups had gathered at the Summers' residence
to discuss the "situation".
Anya and Xander had yet to arrive but all knew they were on their
way.
"We could always try a locating
spell?" Willow suggested.
"What are you thinking?" Giles asked intrigued.
"Well, it looks like there is only the human
part of Buffy and Spike. Maybe their
other sides are lost in the ether somewhere.
I know a spell...but I'd need help." She glanced to Tara who smiled her support. "Also, it might not work."
"Why not?" Cordelia asked.
"Well, I don't know what spell was used in the
first page..."
"What if this isn't 'our' Buffy and
Spike." Wesley suggested.
Giles frowned but continued the line of thought,
"I see where you're going...whatever happened it could have involved alternate
universes. That is something that Anya
would know more about, however..."
The room fell silent for a few moments, except for
the low growling emanating from the Vampire in the corner. Buffy whimpered a bit and William tried to
pat her hand comfortingly while looking shit-scared himself.
"Angel, would you stop that, please? You're not helping and you're scaring
Buffy...and Spike. If you have nothing
to-” Giles glared at the older 'man'.
Angel interrupted him, forcing the growling to stop
within him. "No, okay. Sorry." He ground out.
Silence, once more.
"Maybe-” Fred began only to be interrupted as
Anya and Xander burst through the front door.
"We have a problem."
---***---
The little remaining natural wildlife that remained
around Sunnydale cemeteries scurried into hiding as an almost inhuman scream
rang out through the otherwise silent graveyard.
A definately demonic roar rang out just moments
after it; the sound bouncing off the gravestones outside.
The Vampire collapsed on top of the Slayer, feeling
a small amount of air rush out of her body at the sudden addition of his dead
weight. The Slayer allowed a small,
sappy smile to rest over her lips at the comforting mass on top of her.
She moaned and wiggled under the Vampire as he
brushed his cool lips over the prominent, red bite mark that marred her
throat. He growled possessively at her
movement, grinding his hips down on to hers.
The Slayer whimpered as his tongue slowly circled
the puncture marks; the organ vibrating from his purrs. She tried to push her hips up; tried to
force him to enter her but he held back.
The Vampire growled again; the sound more akin to a
chuckle than anything else at the Slayer's frustration. He rolled his hips back down again, all the
while holding back on the one thing she wanted.
The Slayer was tired of lying back...she was always
more of an on-top action type of girl, anyway.
With a quick flip of her weight, the Vampire found
himself on his back; one very aroused Slayer smiling down at him. He grinned back at her.
Both groaned in ecstasy as she shifted her hips;
impaling herself on him.
Continued in… Chapter Seven