SOMETHING WICKED
Author: Aislynn
Disclaimer: It’s not mine all of it belongs to Joss, and Mutant Enemy. I just fell in love with characters from the very first episode.
Summary: Well I hope you are enjoying the story so far. Sorry for the lack of update I went on vacation, my husband was adament that it be a vacation from work and writing. When I got back things got crazy at work, and of course my computer crashed. Things will start picking up in this chapter, as Buffy ventures out into the world after being reborn, and meets up with old friends and new enemies.
Rating: NC-17
Chapter 3: Awareness
Giles stood there for a moment holding the phone in his hand before the words really registered in his brain. The voice had been so clipped an impersonal. Since Buffy’s disappearance the council had been uneasy even a little off kilter. It had been day almost a week since Buffy’s disappearance yet nothing so far. Then the phone rang as it had several times over the past few days and Giles picked it up hoping it might be his charge.
“A new slayer has risen.” Came the very proper voice. “The Slayer and her watcher will arrive in Sunnydale in a few days.”
Giles didn’t respond he had tried to hold himself back but how could he if it had been anyone but Buffy he might have had a chance but something between them just clicked and he often found wishing she were his daughter no matter how aggravating she might have been at times.
“I hope it won’t be to much trouble for you to stay on and help the new Slayer and her watcher. Wesley Wyndham Price is young but has excelled at his studies we expect you take him under your wing and guide him.” It wasn’t a question but a new assignment.
“I will do my best.” Giles responded and heard the phone click as the council member on the other end hung up.
As he set the receiver down in its cradle in a daze Giles walked to his kitchen and set about the task of making some tea. As he stood there waiting for the pot to boil reality came crashing down, and all hope for his charge disappeared. One moment he was fine the next Giles crumbled to the ground in grief sobs racking his body. A shrill whistle filled the air drowning out his sorrow yet he only sat there distraught over his loss.
After what seemed an eternity Giles rose to his feet and shut off the kettle. He would have to call Joyce and let her know. After Buffy’s disappearance he was forced to tell Joyce of Buffy’s calling. He was surprised at how well she took the news at first she hadn’t believed until Angel shifted giving her proof. The others would be by soon even Angel as they began their nightly search for the Slayer.
After calling Joyce she insisted on coming over to break the news to the others. Really he knew how she felt he didn’t want to be alone either. Glancing over he watched as Joyce nervously rearranged some books he retrieved for her from his private library.
“You really don’t mind loaning me these.” Joyce asked softly her eyes were puffy from crying. For the past several hours since Giles called with the news she had been crying it seemed like she had been crying for days. After the first 3 days she held out hope but each night she cried herself to sleep knowing her baby was gone.
“Not at all, it will help you to understand what exactly your daughter was fighting, and the purpose she had in her life.” Giles smiled softly sitting down next to Joyce his hand taking hers within his.
“There is so much about her that I never knew.” Joyce glanced back down at the Watcher Journals that Giles had been keeping since he first meet Buffy. Within its pages were answers she hadn’t even known she was looking for, it was almost too much. All the fighting and trouble in LA had been for a reason and in a way that made it better.
There was a distinctive chatter outside the door just before Xander and Willow walked into the room.
“Where’s dead boy.” Xander asked over the past few days they had been searching with Angel and he had learned that Angel wasn’t quite as bad as he first thought. Actually he kind of saved them on several occasions during their search for Buffy it made him kind of likeable.
“Angel’s not here yet.” Giles responded withdrawing his hand from Joyce’s not knowing what else to say.
“I did some research and found some blueprints of the city’s sewer system. It should help plan out our search better tonight we got lost so many times last night.” Willow jumped right in pulling out the blue prints and laying them out on the table.
“Why don’t we wait for Angel, Willow.” Giles replied softly trying not to think about it too much he wanted to get through it one time he didn’t want to have to relay the information over and over again.
“Have a seat.” Joyce replied going into mom mode ushering the kids to the couch. They sat there in awkward silence for a few minutes just before there was a knock at the door.
Giles quickly walked over and opened it glad to find Angel standing inside his doorway. “Why don’t you have seat.” Giles wasn’t really sure what else to say to the vampire.
Angel passed by Giles moving inside the small apartment. He could sense the unease in Giles, and sadness emanated from Joyce like a beacon.
“I don’t know how else to say this, so I am just going to say it.” Giles sighed taking a deep breath. “Another slayer has been called.”
They all sat in silence each of them knowing exactly what that meant. Buffy was gone. Angel tuned out the grief around him Joyce was holding a crying Willow and Giles was consoling Xander as sobs racked the boys frame. Angel’s heart broke at the loss of his love, his salvation. Lifting his gaze he met Giles and the knowledge hit him that if a Slayer had only just been called then Buffy had been somewhere with Spike for days god knew what he had done to her. Unfortunately Angel could imagine for he had intimate knowledge of the level of torture Spike could inflict and it turned his stomach to think what he might have done to Buffy before he finally killed her.
“What if he turned her?” Willow asked her voice shaky bringing a whole new problem to light.
“He wouldn’t do that.” Giles replied kneeling down in front of Willow taking her hands within his own. “Its never been done.” Though Giles reassured Willow the possibility was still there, and one he hadn’t considered. Dear god they might have to face Buffy in vampire form, he wasn’t sure he could do it. Giles found himself meeting Angels gaze looking for confirmation but Angel simply looked away and that was answer enough.
Angel closed his eyes, dear god if Spike had sired Buffy he might have to drive a stake into the body that he had once held within his arms. He would have to watch that beautiful face crumble to dust. God he hoped it wasn’t something they would have to face. Even Spike has reckless as he was would never Sire a Slayer it was an unwritten rule, a code they all went by Slayers were killed, but never turned.
One thing was certain Spike wasn’t going to be walking the earth much longer. Angel planned on sending him to hell once and for all where he belonged.
Elsewhere in Sunnydale….
For a moment as she rose the past twenty-four hours seemed like a dream, nothing more. Then as she sat up in the same room as she fell asleep the night before she knew it hadn’t been a dream. The events of the evening flashed through her mind, and she knew that she should feel ashamed of what she had done with Spike. Angel she had loved Angel once, she still loved him in so many ways, but he wasn’t her Sire. Last night had given her a glimpse into the creatures she hunted each night. There was a connection between a childe and Sire that was like nothing else she had experienced.
Hunger began to filter through her senses as she slid off the bed. The bed she just realized was empty, she didn’t have to wonder where her Sire was at the moment she knew instinctively that he was with Drucilla his beloved. The very fact that she had forgotten his connection to Drucilla last night proved to her exactly how dangerous her connection to Spike was, she needed to learn more about the relationship she had with her Sire. The thought that Spike could have been with her last night then returned to Drucilla’s bed pissed her off. It seemed that on thing that carried over was the side of her that required monogamy, and loyalty from her partner.
Cheating was something she hadn’t tolerated before her reincarnation. Watching her mother deal with her cheating father had formed her ideas in this area. Joyce summers had been forgiving far to often only to have it happen again, and again. Finally after humiliation after humiliation Joyce finally gained a backbone and left Hank Summers. Buffy realized she wasn’t thinking of her mother in the same context as she had just a few nights before, it was strange.
Buffy glanced around becoming truly aware of her surroundings, she really hadn’t had time to look at her new room, since she arrived and now glanced around. It had potential it could use some work a few personal touches, and a good cleaning and it would be a lot better. Walking over to the closet, she opened it only to find it empty to her disappointment. That was one thing she was going to have to remedy soon, she really couldn’t wear the same clothes over and over, that would just be wrong. Buffy’s gaze slid to the door; well she certainly wasn’t going to wait in her room all day
Spike woke from a fitful sleep, arms and legs were entwined with his own, and he turned and found himself oddly disappointed to find his bed partner was Dru. Spike pushed the feeling aside running his hand through her dark locks, Dru was his mate, Buffy was his childe it was just the novelty of having a childe that made him wake with the urge to have her by his side. With just a thought he became aware of his childe, and the disturbing fact that she was not where he had left her last evening. Dear god she was loose among his minions, Spike realized scrambling to his feet and pulling on his clothes. He tore out the door pulling on his pants not bothering with anything else.
Spike came to a dead stop, when he found his childe. He wasn’t sure if he should be proud or afraid as he took in the sight before him. Buffy stood among the numerous bodies of several wounded minions, one was kneeling before her without any effort at all her small and slender hand slammed into his chest and when it came out she held his heart within her palm. The vampire was suspended like that for a moment staring at his own heart until Buffy’s fingers curled around the organ and slowly crushed the life out of it until the heart and body turned to dust.
Buffy stared at her hand as the dust filtered through her fingers. She had come upon the minions just after leaving her room; they had begun to treat her as she suspected many newly formed vampires were treated as the lowest among them. The vampire she just killed had graphically explained just how he was going to use her once their Master tired of her. The others had laughed, and tried to grope at her body. One of them was now missing the very hand that had touched her person, and several others were sporting various broken limbs.
“I take it we won’t have to have another lesson about keeping your hands to yourself, and for the record I am no one’s girl.” Buffy purred, tossing back her hair and enjoying the scent of fear as they cowered away from her, cradling their broken bodies.
“No.” Came from several mouths as quickly as possible and echoed throughout the crowd who had simply watched in awe at the creature before them. They could sense there was something off, but could not deny that she was more powerful than the oldest among them.
“Introducing yourself to the clan, pet.” Spike asked softly his voice deadly. “I didn’t tell you that you could leave your room.” He saw the looks the Clan of vampires gave Buffy as they slowly filtered out of the room, they weren’t his own he acquired them when he killed the anointed one.
They had given him their allegiance because he was the biggest and baddest among them, and at the moment they stared at Buffy with an awe and respect they had never given him, and he was defiantly not happy.
“You never said I couldn’t leave.” Buffy responded sensing her Sires displeasure, and not caring because she wasn’t too happy with him either. Drucilla’s scent mingled with his own, and it was making her stomach turn.
“True.” Spike replied circling her, forcing her to move to keep him in her sights. He knew as a predator instinct would kick in and she would never leave her back open to attack. “Am I going to have to set rules Buffy, and punish you if you don’t follow them?” He asked moving in closer and very aware that she moved away from him not toward him as he expected.
Rules, the word set a part of her one edge and the thought roared through her mind, “Rules are for children I am eternal.” The thought didn’t escape her lips it echoed through every fiber of her being, and she grew light headed and felt herself sway slightly.
Spike caught Buffy in his arms as she suddenly became pale, and swayed on her feet. Concern swept through him he realized she had just fainted. Catching her completely in his arms he leaned down catching her beneath her knees and cradling her against his chest. Carrying her through the warehouse they occupied he vowed to find them new lodgings and finally came to her room and laid her upon the bed.
She looked so fragile and innocent lying there he couldn’t help but lean down brushing his lips across her own. He bit his own lip then slid his tongue between her lips parting her own. After a moment her eyes fluttered open as his blood passed between her lips. Their kiss deepened and he pulled back brushing his fingers across her cheek.
“I don’t have any clothes, and I am hungry.” It wasn’t exactly what he wanted to hear but it brought a smile to his lips. She was after all young and the youth today was obsessed with fashion.
“Well I can take care of your hunger right away. As for your shopping if you’re very good we will go out tonight and get you a few things a whole new wardrobe if you wish.” Spike’s voice sent shivers down her back and she reached up drawing his lips down to her own. She wasn’t sure if it was his blood or lips that she desired more but at the moment she really didn’t care.
Spike deepened the kiss he closed his eyes as she trailed kisses down to his neck. The feel of her tongue flicking across the wounds from the night before sent a quiver throughout his body. He wondered if her bite would be as powerful as the last. Running his hand into her hair he drew her close and his breath caught as she sunk into him. There was no other way to describe the feeling, it was as if she had just become a part of him, it wasn’t the same as before it was better. For a moment he wondered if she felt the same for he had never felt this with Dru.
His body’s reactions were the same though far more intense he couldn’t stop himself from rocking his hips against hers. It intensified the sensations coursing though him, and he found his release his breath coming hard a fast against her golden locks. He felt her teeth extract from him, and he pulled back gazing into those sparkling green eyes.
Buffy smiled softly licking her lips pulling back from her sire. “I can’t wait to go shopping.” Buffy smiled up at her Sire relishing the idea of shopping.
A few days later…
Buffy glanced around her room or rather cell she should call it, if she wasn’t with Spike she wasn’t meant to leave her room. Spike gave her the line that she was still young and they were still bonding as Sire and Childe and he visited her almost everyday actually several times a day. The only problem was that she knew that was bullshit. The only reason she was confined to her room when she wasn’t with Spike was so that she wouldn’t run into Dru and upset the loony bird. Though she had met her briefly from the mumblings of the few minions she had actually spoken to Dru was quite simply crazy.
Already Spike was late this evening, which meant after being pampered by Spike, Dru had an episode. Those episodes seemed to be coming more and more lately requiring his time and effectively limiting the time Buffy was able to spend with her Sire. It was already becoming old coming in second in her Sire priorities. Each night she had to wait till her grand-sire was taken care of before she could even consider starting her evening.
Glancing at the clock Buffy’s glaze slid to her closet and she made a choice one she knew would piss off her sire. Tonight she wasn’t waiting for anyone she was going out alone.
The bronze later that evening….
Buffy cut her way through the crowd before she had moved with a certain amount of insecurity, now there was none. At the moment she looked like she stepped off a magazine cover everything about her makeup, hair slightly curling around her shoulders, her outfit black leather pants and a blood red halter top that exposed the elegant lines of her back. Buffy was brutally aware of the attention of others as their eyes followed her, in a way she never had before.
Always she had been a predator but it had been passive, and reactive now it was instinctive a part of her completely. Sharpened senses helped her size up the herd and come up with likely prey. The options were boundless if she wanted a fight she knew exactly who to pick, if she desired an effortless meal then she knew exactly who would provide which. It was the first time since her rebirth that she had been in a larger crowd and the assault on her senses was intoxicating. The scent of fresh meat surrounded her and the desire to feed uncurled slowly reaching out within her and pushing her to make a decision.
Finally she spotted the perfect candidate. He would be neither easy nor hard Gage. Gage was popular and athletic but he was on the swim team so he really wouldn’t be a big problem. Decision made she moved across the room her attention fixed on her target. Halfway there something inside her warned her that he wasn’t right or rather his blood wasn’t quite right so she moved on glancing back over her shoulder as she caught a glimpse of red hair. She knew only one person with that particular shade of red Willow.
Spike stormed out of Buffy’s room and grabbed the first minion he found by the throat forcing the pathetic creature to his knees.
“Where is she?” Unaware that his face had shifted and that he had already effectively crushed the vampires throat. The young demon tried to reply but was unable to and tears filled her eyes.
“She left about an hour ago all dolled up.” Another minion spoke up his gaze on the young blond vampiress he held in his grasp.
Spike tossed the girl aside and strode toward his rooms. Dru lay on the bed rocking Miss Edith back and forth.
“Such a bad girl.” Dru sighed. “She must be punished or else Miss Edith won’t be happy.” Dru purred sliding from the bed clutching the doll to her breast. “They won’t respect you if you don’t bring the girl to hand my dear Spike.” Dru’s face shifted into demon form. “Already too much power don’t you see that. She will be death of us!” Dru stopped before him. “Sooner or later you will have to choose the light or the darkness.”
Spike barely listened to Dru’s ramblings as he grabbed his leather duster. “I will be back soon, my princess.” Spike caught her behind the neck and drew her in for a quick kiss then he was out the door.
“Already it’s begun.” Dru growled staring at the door as it slammed behind her dear Spike. “Its time to come out and play Miss Edith.” Dru brought the doll to her face and wagged her finger at the doll. “Such evil thoughts you have my dear, you should be punished but I like them oh yes I do.” Dru smiled patting the doll on the head then twirling her around the room.
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