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Caught in the Web

The room was spun with darkness and the ground rumbled. Drusilla was beautiful, dark hair wrapped around her body like a sheet, features perfect. It was no wonder Spike loved her. Angel had once told her that Drusilla had taken her vows to the Catholic Church on the day that he turned her. That her visions had frightened her. And now she was opening the hell mouth. Chanting lowly to rob the world of their souls, so that she could have her lost lover back. A walking tragedy she was. It would almost be a mercy to stake her, but she had made a promise not to kill her today. No instead it would be her own blood that was shed.

"Christ on the Cross." Spike whispered. He turned to her and met her eyes. He must have sensed Buffy's lack of fear. "Would you like me to turn you now? Without a demon, today you die." A low rumble started under her feet. Wasn't much time now. Under Drusilla was a careful circle of ancient runes, each drawn with sharp precision. They glowed softly.

"Spike, I know how to stop it." Her voice was soft but Buffy knew he heard her. His head was back...staring at the figure suspended above them. Drusilla’s voice was louder now, Words in some other language, vibrating with power. She began to spin slowly. "There was a prophecy that said how to stop this." She had his full attention now.

"Yeah, how's that then?" His voice was as soft as hers. She flushed remembering when Angel had bitten her, how hard she had cum. Being bitten had been better than the one sexual act that they had shared.

"Blood of a Slayer, Mixed with the blood of one of her Childe, on the magic thingy." She couldn't remember the word that Giles had used. Pentagram? Maybe, that is what Willow always called them. But her drawings didn't have those weird rune things. And her circles didn't glow. Spike handed her a knife and sauntered up to the circle.

"Come on then slayer, open up those pretty veins." She shook her head as she crossed to him.

"Not that simple Spike." He tilted his head to the right and sucked his cheeks in. He had wicked cheekbones. "Our blood has to mix. You would have to drink me. Then bleed yourself." His eyes widened and she could almost see the wheels turning in his head. The sound beneath her feet was getting louder. She watched a pebble rattle as the ground shifted. Drusilla's voice was overwhelming.

He moved suddenly with vampire speed, he was behind her, one hand pressed to her stomach. She flinched but didn't pull away. But to her shock he didn't bite her right away. "How much blood, pet?" He breathed in her ear. She had never been this close to him. He smelled like leather, and cigarettes, and some soft warm scent that was pure Spike. And the soft slur of an endearment in her ear was…decadent.

"I don't know." Buffy whispered back and he drew her hair to the right with his free hand. It was a lover's touch, soft and silky. He walked her forward till they stood in the center of the rune circle. "I'm ready." Drusilla was shouting, and the ground was quaking in earnest now. There was no time to be afraid. His fangs pierced her neck. She winced in pain, but it didn't hurt like when Angel bit her, but then again she hadn't pissed Spike off. He was being gentle with her. He began to suck and it was as if a line was drawn straight to her sex. She felt his arm press against the knife in her hand and she shifted the blade so she could slice his arm. He held it away from her and slid his other hand down her body towards her knife. She slit that arm too. She leaned back into him as the waves of pleasure that washed over her became more and more intense. She was literally going to die of pleasure. She arched her back and clutched at his shirt with her free hand, the knife tumbled to the floor and she moaned low in her throat. Then her orgasm was hitting her hard and she didn't care that those little cries of pleasure were coming from her and she couldn't get close enough to him. And damn it nothing else mattered but this.

Suddenly her pleasure ceased. The room was spinning and his body was pressed up against her. But she was alive and awake, and was he licking her neck? Was the room spinning or was that just her head? Her knees were so weak, they started to give out, the floor rushed up at her as she began to tumble. Spike caught her around the middle with his strong arms and she leaned back against him again and sighed. She stared at his forearms in fascination. Even as she watched the deep cuts were beginning to heal. "What happened? Is the hell mouth closed? Are we finished?"

"Don't know Ducks. Dru dropped like a stone." He nodded with his head and she turned to see the Vampiress sprawled on the dirt floor about five feet from them. "And the ground quit tossin' us about, but this bloody drawing we're on is still glowing like crazy. Could be your blood makin' me so bloody high but this place is still pulsin' with mojo. How you feelin'? Up to fighting the forces of darkness and all that rot? Still all en-souled?"

She smiled wryly but didn't have enough energy to laugh. "Mostly I feel dizzy, and relaxed."

"Yeah, the bite does that." Suddenly he yanked her back away from the circle. "What the hell?" He yelped. "Hate to bite and run but I think we need to get out of here Slayer." The runes in front of her glowed hotter, almost orange.

"Sounds like a plan." She mumbled as he pulled her roughly towards the stairs. Why the hell was he helping her? And why the hell wasn't she dead? He was taking this truce thing a little more seriously that an evil vampire ought to. Not that she was going to point that out to him. And damn those lights were pretty. "Spike, is it just me or are those rune thingies alive, and uh following us?" The runes no longer lay on the ground; they floated in the air burning with an unholy light. And they were coming for them fast.

"Bloody fucking hell! Bleedin' damnation! Come On Slayer!" So much for gentle. She found herself upside down over his shoulder running for the exit. But the runes were faster and in seconds they were surrounded. If he didn't put her down she was going to be sick. Somehow he read her mind and dropped her on her rear end. She bounced hard and moaned as she ran a hand over her bum. Owww. "Jesus Mighty Fuckin' Christ! What now Slayer?"

She stood carefully, one hand to her temple. Her head was already starting to clear thanks to that slayer healing. Out of the frying pan into the fire. The bright orange drawings were spinning around the two of them too fast to make out individual runes. And they were closing in. She stepped closer to Spike. Now she was afraid. Giles hadn't said anything about this. "Do you think they want more blood?" The circle of light got tighter forcing them closer together. "Should we try to break through them?" The light was spinning so fast now that it looked solid. She could see nothing outside of small space occupied by her and Spike. He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. She buried her head in his chest and slid her arms around him underneath his duster. They weren't going to get any closer and the light was brushing against them now, and God he smelled good.

"Don't think they are gonna let us get away Slayer. You think your Watcher's on his way with the Calvary?" He rested his head on top of hers and she closed her eyes. She was pressed up against him so tight, and he was pure muscle. His scent was making her dizzy and then there was nothing but darkness.

Buffy woke in her bedroom. The covers pulled up to her chin. She felt weird. Not in pain necessarily but her thoughts were swirling madly in her head and she felt disconnected from her body. She could feel Spike. She jumped out of bed and ran to her mirror. No she was not a vampire. But she felt connected to him. She knew he was sleeping, and she knew he had a broken rib, and she knew he was due east. The need to go to him was so overwhelming that she was out the door and down the stairs before she realized what she was doing. She probably would have kept right on going except Giles and the gang were sitting in her living room.

Giles rose to his feet upon seeing her. "Buffy, how are you feeling?" He crossed to her and led her by her elbow into the living room. Her entire body was screaming to go out the door. Her head felt stuffed full of wool. Her thoughts made no sense. She couldn't seem to reach out and grab one. The colors in the room seemed too bright, Giles voice too loud. She felt like she was going to be sick and the crazy thing was she knew it wasn't something she ate. She was sick to her stomach because Spike wasn't here...she really needed to get to him. That made even less sense than the fact that she was linked to him in some weird way.

"What happened?" She allowed herself to be pushed into the couch and accepted a glass of water from Xander. They all began to tell her what happened at the same time. But she couldn't even manage to sort her own thoughts much less the ramblings of three people. She buried her head in her arms and fought the urge, no it was more of a need to get to Spike. Because that was just crazy. Truce over, he didn't kill her but now he wouldn't hesitate. Why should that thought make her want to run through the night screaming? God she felt sick, and dizzy, and she needed him and he wasn't here. Didn't he know she needed him? She felt him wake up suddenly and raised her head to stare at the door. He was feeling it too, this need to be together and suddenly her own need to go to him was 3 times stronger, overwhelming, overpowering. She was up on her feet and across the room when Xander stopped her.

"Buffy, are you feeling OK, cause you're acting like Spacey Buffy." OK? No she was not OK, she was having homicidal urges to go and take care of a fucking vampire. She knew he was pacing, and furious at the sunlight that was keeping him from her. "Sit down Buffy, tell us what's wrong."

She sat down in the arm chair across from the sofa. "Giles, please tell me what happened?" There she'd be more specific so they all wouldn't start rambling. She was not going to go to Spike, he was a blood thirsty evil Vampire, practically married to a loony tune who wanted to destroy the world. She was probably just delusional because of the blood loss. That was the only thing that made sense. Maybe Willow could spell her headache away so her head could clear. It was almost impossible to pay enough attention to Giles to follow what he was saying but she concentrated hard anyway.

"Well we found you passed out with Spike and we assume Drusilla in the basement of the school. It was pitch black down there and the power was out so we didn't search further to see if the Vampiress was there also. You were rather close to the vampire so we know he was passed out as well."

"God Buffy, we were so worried that we wouldn't get there in time, what with the biting and the drinking and the evil British guy." Willow stared at her wide eyed.

"You shouldn't have let us leave." Xander sounded mad even. "God Buffy, what's with playing vampire chew toy?" She couldn't even summon the extra emotion to be furious with Xander for his asshole comment. Hello saved his ass didn't she? But her need for Spike was swirling around in her head, and her feet were twitching. She suddenly felt a sharp echo of pain from Spike's foot, bet he kicked something. Spike was nothing if he wasn't impatient and ill tempered. He was beginning to get pissed off at her, for not coming. The strangest thing was...she didn't want Spike to be mad at her. Ok, she really needed to kill him now. Strangely that threat was completely empty, she had no real desire what so ever to dust her blue eyed vamp. Oh god, did she just call him hers? Even in her own head that was just too disturbing. And she really needed to go to him.

"What I don't understand is why he was passed out. Having ingested Slayer blood he should have been very powerful indeed. We were armed to the teeth but I was not hopeful as to the outcome of any scuffle we might have had. Especially with Drusilla by his side. We didn’t even try to stake him for fear he would overpower us. But of course whatever the reason for his demise, his passing out saved your life...but I would still like to do some research..."

"That's not how it happened. What time is it?" Buffy's body throbbed. God her head hurt. She couldn't make heads or tails of anything. She felt like she was going to die if she didn't get to Spike soon. She somehow knew that all this confusion in her head would wane if only he was with her. And it was so hard to think at all about anything except that he was sitting now, and his head hurt too.

"It's about 5:30 Buffy, you look disoriented. How is your head, are you concussed?" 15 minutes to sunset. And then he would be here. She really needed to make sure that Giles didn't dust him. Oh God, she needed him. How long would it take for him to get here? Would he steal another car?"

"What happened to that car?" Spike, Spike, Spike, Spike. Oh God she couldn't wait to see him. Giles said about 5:30 so it could be later, couldn't it? She got up and went to the window, peering out. The sun was hovering above the ground, an orange ball of flame. How long did the damn thing take to disappear?

"Oh we parked it where we found it. The people are sure to notice all those wires Spike pulled out but at least they got it back. We couldn't figure out how to turn it off though so we just put it in park." Just what did Spike want with Willow anyway, she was the Slayer, he should only be interested in her. Oh God was that jealousy? When would he be here? Could he tell what she was feeling too? Did he just feel that flare of jealousy? Well surely he would think that she was jealous over someone else because being jealous over Spike was insane. Would he bring Drusilla? She would stake that Ho without a second thought.

She looked over at Giles, if they were going to undo this than she had to tell him. And he did look very concerned. "Spike didn't even try to kill me." She had everyone's attention now. "He quit drinking when Dru fell..." She told them everything, trying to remember every detail because it might be important. She did leave out the whole calling Spike hers, and the jealousy thing. That couldn't possibly be important.

"So now he's in your head? You can actually feel him in your head?" She nodded and glanced at the door. Spike was on the move. How far was it from the school? How many minutes? She couldn't think straight enough to remember. Her body was strung up tight with anticipation. Tingles ran from head to toes, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, soon. Soon her Vampire would be here. He had better not bring Dru. "This is unprecedented. I don't remember any references to a phenomenon quite like this before. We will have to research a possible way to break this bond. It would be so helpful if you could perhaps try to sketch these runes Buffy, we could translate them and try to make some sense of this."

Vampire Speed, she hadn't thought of that. He sprinted up the walk and Buffy ran to the door and threw it open. There he was in all his black clad glory. He hadn't even raised his fist to pound on the door, because he knew that she would open it. But seeing him there did not calm her body. Oh no, nothing could even be that simple. Instantly her entire being was on fire. Her instant arousal was ten times more intense than when Spike had bitten her. Her panties soaked through and she literally throbbed between her legs. "What did you do to me?" They both cried at the same time.






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