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It Begins

Giles had bed head. It was disturbing to see him so disheveled. He was flipping through one of his demon books, occasionally picking up the morbid arm they had carried home to examine. "You're sure it was pink?"

"Yeah, the arm turned that sickly color on the way here." Buffy replied.
Spike was slumped in the armchair. His arm freshly bandaged. The claws had not been poisonous, thank goodness. Not that he cared; he was more upset about the damage to his leather. He was holding his coat in his lap, poking morosely at the holes in the sleeve. Only Spike would care more about a piece of dead cow than his well being. It was almost disconcerting to see him so quiet. Jeez, it was just a coat.

He was almost pouting, his lower lip sticking out just a little further than his top lip. If she told him he was pouting he would deny it with venom. But that's what it looked like to her. The alarming thing was that he was so adorable. With his striking blue puppy dog eyes and hangdog face. Mixed with his muscular body and his platinum hair. He made her want to kiss it better. He made her want to go buy him a new coat. She desperately needed mental help. She desperately wanted to go sit on his lap and touch him all over. Yep, this whole thing was going to require years of therapy. Maybe she should call Jerry Springer and see if he would do a show on Slayer's and their Vampire lovers. They could film at night.

Giles held up his book. "Did the demon look anything like this?" He questioned. Buffy squinted to see the tiny picture across the room. Spike answered for her.

"That's close. The soddin thing had four hind legs though and could jump quicker than a bleedin kangaroo." Giles frowned and pulled another book closer to him. Buffy glared at Spike for answering for her but her glare was wasted; he was too absorbed with his stupid duster. Giles held up another picture.

"How about this one?" Buffy crossed the room and took the book. Only to realize that it had been dark and she wouldn't mind a second opinion. She crossed to Spike and looked at him expectantly until he tossed his coat over the side of the chair and stood up to look at the picture. He looked at her and just nodded.

"Yeah Giles, I think that's it." Giles took his book and Spike went out to smoke. After a few minutes of silence, Buffy followed him. He lounged up against the wall, just outside the door. She wondered briefly if he smoked for the nicotine or just because he needed something to do with his hands. Spike was always in motion, never at rest. She leaned up against the wall next to him, her arm just barely brushing up against his. It was one of those comfortable silences. Just him and her and the night, finding comfort in their closeness. She knew it was just the bond that gave them this peace. But she'd never felt anything like it before and knew that when it was gone she would weep for its loss. She was the Slayer and this was probably the only peace she would ever know.

Spike finished his cigarette and pitched it into the night. "Slayer?"

"Yeah?"

"I got the feeling that the demon was waiting for us. Expecting us." He paused and tilted his head. "It was waiting for us to be distracted. It had no scent and made no noise; till it opened its mouth and I smelled someone else's blood. It was an assassin Buffy. If it hadn't fed I wouldn't have smelled it coming. It probably would have taken both of us out."

Buffy crossed her arms and played the encounter over in her mind. There had been something off about it. "My Spidy sense didn't go off." He raised his eyebrows at her and she smiled. "My Slayer senses didn't cue me that a demon was near. Usually I feel something."

"Could it have been me? Vampire throwing off your senses?"

"No." She didn't elaborate and he didn't ask her to. She no longer got the danger, danger vibe from Spike. It was more like peace and comfort. Even if there were other vampire's around she still should have sensed something. She got a different feeling for Vamps than she did for other demons. More sharp and clear. But she hadn't really run into harmful demons that she couldn't sense. Sometimes if a person was particularly violent she could pick up on it.

They existed in silence for another ten minutes before Buffy asked "Spike, Do you think Giles will be able to break this thing with us?"

"Don't know pet." She wished he wouldn't call her that. She liked it when he used her name. He had so many nicknames for everyone that when he called her Buffy it took on an intimacy that made her shiver. Like Buffy was his own private name for her, like the sweetest endearment. Not that it should matter. Not that Spike's habits should count one way or the other. This wasn't even worth thinking about.

"Do you know anyone else who might be able to break it?" She asked in a small voice.

"Wouldn't risk it." He replied without looking at her.

"Because of me?" He looked at her then and she shivered.

"Yeah." She didn't examine the warm fuzzy feeling that swept through her too closely.

"My mom's going to be home tomorrow." Buffy looked down at her feet. His eyes were always so intense. Sometimes she just had to look away.

"What are you planning on telling her luv?"

"I don't know, the truth probably. Ever since I came out about Slaying there's been a lot more honesty between us."

Spike let out a low soft laugh that sent tingles up her spine. "I supposed "Hey mom, I'm a bleedin' superhero that Slays demons and vampires" takes the bloody cake, eh Slayer."

She smiled down at her feet. "Yeah, I'm not going to be dropping any bigger bombs than that one. I think she would have rather heard I'm pregnant. At least there are parent support groups for parents of teenage parents."

She looked up and found him smiling down at her, blue eyes dancing. He shoved off the wall and held the door open for her. He did that a lot. Gentlemanly things. She supposed it was left over from his Victorian upbringing. Most likely if she mentioned it he would make a conscious effort to stop. Giles looked up at them when they entered, he looked terribly serious and Buffy sat on the couch, mentally bracing herself for what he would tell her.

When he had their attention, Giles began to speak in his most serious tone of voice. "This was no ordinary demon. According to this text the Hurmurvian is completely extinct in this dimension. The author in fact suspects them to be legend due to the fact that one has not been spotted in well over a thousand years. He does allow that this might be because no one ever survives attack. They existed with only one purpose, assassination. They are without bodily sound or smell and are extremely single minded. Once it has your scent it will never ever waver from the kill, excepting death of course. It also does not make random kills Buffy." Giles looked up from his book and fixed her with his gaze. "It only kills those who have been targeted for it."

"So someone wants me dead? There's a big surprise Giles." Buffy was unimpressed. So long as the thing wasn't a harbinger of apocalypse, and there weren't anymore to hunt down and kill, it didn't matter. It was dead.

"Some force powerful enough to summon a Hurmurvian wants you both dead." Giles said gravely. "I don't believe this to be coincidence. Too many prophecies seem to be linked to your odd connection and destroying one or both of you may very well open the path wide to world destruction or domination. The timing is too coincidental. I believe this is only the first attempt."

Buffy frowned down at her lap, so not good. Sounded like the Apocalypse was rearing its ugly head again. "I must say." Giles continued in a slightly more upbeat tone of voice. "That killing a Hurmurvian is very impressive. There is no record anywhere of anyone actually slaying one before, or even surviving attack. How on earth did you manage it?"

"Tag Teamed it." Buffy chirped and repressed a grin at Giles appalled look. It disturbed him deeply when she didn't take Slaying seriously.

"We're only standing cause having two targets confused it. It couldn't stay focused on one of us. Also a bit of soddin luck. It had fed on someone or something, point is I smelled blood right before it attacked." Giles frowned at Spike and Spike frowned back. After a moment Giles grudgingly nodded and closed the book in his hand with a snap.

"Giles, what do you know so far about these prophecy's you keep mentioning?" Giles frowned again and set down his book. He removed his glasses and polished them with a handkerchief from his pocket. He replaced them on his face before he answered.

"Honestly Buffy, so far I know very little. Willow researched with me quite a bit this evening but there is so much to cross reference and so many different dialects and languages. Not to mention we have to determine how many of the more vague prophecies actually correspond to your bond. Also we've yet to determine if we are talking about one event or several."

"Well what do you know Watcher?" Spike cut in with his usual sneer. Giles stiffened visibly. It was almost funny to watch him bounce back and forth. Gentle when he spoke to her. Hostile if he needed to address Spike.

"Signs definitely point to a massive battle and a rising dark power. The prime prophecies are clear that the Slayer and her Vampire Mate are pivotal in the opposition. One of the scrolls I'm referring to quotes that only the two of you will stand between Light and the Edge of Darkness. I could go on but really all I know is that this bond is essential in overcoming this new and powerful evil. You're the hope of the world." She wished Giles didn't sound so bleak.

"Another day on the hell mouth." Buffy sang, springing up. "Ready?" She asked Spike. He scowled at her. Probably thinking of calling in sick when they had to battle the forces of darkness, being a creature of darkness himself. But he stood and slipped into his duster.

"Buffy, please use extreme caution getting home." She smiled at him and reassured him that she would indeed be careful. She almost drew out the conversation longer because Spike was simmering impatiently at the door. But she let it go and walked past him into the night. His car was still at the magic box so they would have to walk. Thank Goodness, his driving frightened her and she would much rather walk. She did need to think about what to tell her mom. It wasn't like she wanted a puppy. She was asking if she could keep a Vampire in the basement. And not even a reformed one. Just a serial killer on vacation. The freaky thing was that her mom seemed to like Spike. Once she had caught the two of then having hot coco while Spike moaned about Drusilla. Her mom had certainly never warmed to Angel that way.

The house was eerily silent and cold. Buffy flipped on the lights in the living room and the hall on the way to the kitchen. Spike followed her, a silent shadow. He sat at the bar while Buffy opened the fridge. "OK, we got O-, B…"

"Just heat it Slayer." Buffy stood and frowned over her shoulder at him, even as she snagged a bag of plasma.

She tossed it in the microwave and timed the cycle for 97 seconds. "You're all bad-moody." She ripped open the bag and poured the warm blood into a tall glass.

"I'm mated indefinitely to the Slayer, we've assassins on our tail, and my coat sleeve is in ribbons." He groused accepting the blood with a grimace. "And I'm drinking blood out of a glass."

Buffy frowned at him and braced her hands on the counter behind her. "Thought Vampires lived in the moment."

"This moment bites." He smiled ruefully. "No pun intended." Buffy laughed and dug out the Ben and Jerry's. A long night of Slaying and she deserved ice-cream. He didn't do much slaying but he had helped her battle a pink assassin so he could have some too. She fished down two bowls and dished out generous helpings. He accepted his ice-cream without comment and she walked around the bar taking the stool next to him.

"It's really not that bad." Buffy said, examining his coat between bites of Cherry Garcia. "It's just a few rips, I bet my mom would know how to sew them up, or maybe Willow could fix it." He brightened considerably, picking up out of his slump and taking bites of his ice-cream with gusto.

"Your right, the Witch owes me for not eating her. She ought to be able to wave her magic wand and make my coat like new. Wonder if she'd fix up the stitching in the lining while she's at it, and my right cuff is beginning to get a little ragged. She can probably add another 25 years to this baby." Spike drawled in between bites of Cherry goodness.

"You've had that old thing for 25 years?"

"More or less, it's a trophy." Buffy didn't ask. She was quite certain that she didn't want to know and that asking would spoil the comfortable mood between them. She took her bowl and his to the sink and frowned. Dishes were beginning to pile up and her mom would be home tomorrow. Buffy hated dishes. She ran hot soapy water in the sink anyways. Spike lit a smoke and pulled that morning's newspaper to him. She wished she had a video camera so she could record this happy little domestic scene. It was just too bizarre for words.

There weren't many dishes but Buffy was becoming increasingly frustrated with the egg pan. Who knew egg could cling like that? She felt more than heard Spike move up behind her. He reached over her to the sink and plucked a silver ball of wire up, handing it to her. Buffy frowned at it but attacked the mess. Anything to keep her from fainting from either shock or amusement when Spike grabbed a sponge and wiped down the stove and the countertop. She finally placed the pan in the drainer, wiped her hands on a towel and turned to face him. He was leaned up against the counter watching her. "We done?"

"Yeah." The word had barely left her mouth when he was across the room in her personal space. His mouth on hers. His hands in her hair. Spike could kiss like nobody's business. It was impossible to think about anything except his cool tongue in her mouth, his lips and teeth and hands. The way he smelled, the way his hard taut body fitted up against hers. The world shrank to just the two of them; he had that effect on her.

He bent his head to her neck and began to nibble. She arched back into the countertop and rubbed her pelvis against the substantial bulge in his pants. He reached the spot where her neck met her shoulder and she shivered uncontrollably, as a sound of bliss escaped her lips. "Need to take a shower." Buffy panted out between little cries of pleasure as he slipped the straps of her dress down her arms and slid the flimsy material from her body. He was working his oral magic on the top of her breasts and his hands were everywhere from her waist to her ass to her thighs. And he was saying something about Golden Goddess and Bloody perfect that made her body sing.

She gave into the excitement and ran her hand through his hair, mussing it proper. Then she peeled his duster off his body, wasn't thinking about his leather now was he. She threw it to the floor and dragged him by his hair up to her lips, rocking her body into his. He groaned and kissed her like she was the center of his universe. She ripped at his clothes, hope he wasn't fond of that shirt cause it was in pieces now, but it was out of her way. She kissed and sucked at his neck and reveled in her power over him as he began to cuss. "Fuck luv, Gods feels good, Damn, Bloody perfect you are."

She loved the way his skin felt under his hands, all smooth hard muscles that quivered and flexed for her. He was kissing her neck too and his hands cleverly got her out of her bra so he could fondle her breasts with his gifted fingers. He pinched her nipples and then soothed them with his thumbs and Buffy knew that she drew blood with her fingernails when he let out that low growl that she was getting so fond of, his you're turning me on growl. Suddenly he dropped to his knees.

She didn't know whether to be turned on or embarrassed when he was face to crotch with her. He'd had his tongue and fingers and dick there before but she was still thinking to get him up and take him to the bedroom when he grasped her hips and pulled her into his face. He ran his tongue over her already soaking wet panties and she braced her hands on the counter to keep from falling to her own knees. Because that might stop him or slow him down. "Taste so fucking good Buffy, been thinking about it all bloody day." He whispered hotly against her before he ripped her panties clean off with his teeth.

His tongue darted out and touched her bare skin and Buffy jumped in her skin. His hands slid down to her thighs. "That's right luv," He whispered running in wet tongue over her outside lips. He used his hands to coax her legs further apart. "Open up for me Buffy." So she spread her legs and leaned back on the counter and let him shatter her world. He worked her over in earnest now, licking and sucking and nipping. Buffy was dying and didn't care. She was trembling and begging and calling his name when he finally began to concentrate on the small bundle of nerves that was throbbing with need of his touch. He slipped two fingers inside of her and she thrashed wildly. He nipped her clitoris gently and she came hard and fast. He carefully licked her clean while she panted and tried without success to pull herself together.

He slid up her body, his cool skin rubbing against hers, and he kissed her. She kissed him back, clinging to him desperately and revealing in her own taste on his tongue. She decided she liked that taste, a lot. He lifted her up and placed her bare ass on the countertop. She spared a brief thought to the fact that her mother cooked meals here but he pressed himself between her thighs and all she could do was moan and buck against him. He turned her into a writhing slut and she didn't care. He kissed her over and over; soft gentle kisses that made her head spin while he undid his belt and jeans pulling out his penis. God, it was hard and smooth. And even having slept with him several times it seemed impossible that something that size fit inside her small body so perfectly. But it did and she knew it, her body quivered in anticipation. She slid herself forward on the counter and wrapped her legs around him as he slid home.

He filled her to bursting, stretching her and touching her insides in the most amazing ways. She threw her head back and braced her hands behind her and just let the sensations wash over her. He hit every nerve she never knew she had, his slow steady rhythm driving her to madness. He was breathing in time with her and she loved it. She pushed up against him desperately, using her legs to pull him against her roughly. He buried his head in her breasts, touching and tasting them. When he pulled one extended nipple into his mouth and sucked she spiraled over the edge cried his name over and over while she came. "Buffy, Buffy, Buffy," He panted while he pistoned into her with
abandon and she lifted her head so she could watch him come. His eyes met hers, wide with wonder and pleasure and then he broke inside of her.

He collapsed against her, clutching her to him and breathing in her scent. She was a wreck, trembling and panting. All her muscles quivered uncontrollably and her eyelids were heavy with exhaustion. At the same time she felt beautiful and powerful. Because Spike was a wreck, trembling and panting. And she had done that to him. After a moment or two he raised his head to look at her. He gave her his patented smirk and asked "Ready for that shower now?"

There were two hundred reasons that this was wrong. Reasons that ought to make her feel disgusted with herself and ashamed. Reasons that ought to make her stake him on the spot for making her feel this good and relaxed. She decided to ignore them until tomorrow and take a shower with her lover.







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