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Chapter 6
The rays of sun filtered into the room dancing upon her motionless face, as Tara slowly awoke. Sitting up she stretched her muscles, the wicca’s neck was still tender from Drusilla’s bite, but other than that she was fine. A light tap was heard at the door drawing her from her musing. Crossing the distance from the bed to the door Tara opened it.
“Good morning, Tara. I take it you slept well?” Giles greeted her. She nodded her head in agreement, quickly accompanied it with a shy smile. Reading the Watcher’s aura she knew she had made the right choice in trusting him.
“Well come out when you’re ready. I’m making breakfast and I would love the company.”
Giles uttered leaving the young girl to her morning devices.
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Joyce stood in her daughter’s bedroom, gazing at the still made bed. She saw a room that would no longer hold her daughter, carry her laughter, her sorrow, or a bed that would no longer be warmed by her body. The older woman gasped trying hard to stifle a sob that ripped past her throat. This just wasn’t right; that something so cruel and twisted could come and snatch her daughter away. But it had, in the form of the very thing she was chosen to fight against, and to protect mankind from. Mankind who knew nothing of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.
Joyce walked further into the room sitting on the edge of the bed. She scooped up Buffy’s Mr. Gordo, bringing the stuffed pig to her nose. He smelled of vanilla, of Buffy. Her daughter. Her baby. Oh god! she was gone. Gone forever, leaving a raw, gapping wound that would not mend over time. Joyce didn’t want it to heal, she wanted her daughter back. But she resigned herself to the fact that Buffy would not be coming home, would not be coming back to her; they might not even find a body to lay to rest.
Swatting at her tears Joyce was startled by the doorbell ringing. Rising she ran a hand over her hair and face, then headed to the door.
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“Good afternoon Joyce.” Giles greeted the tired, grief stricken woman.
“Good afternoon Rupert. Please come in,” she said stepping aside so the Watcher could enter followed by a young blonde girl.
“Please join me in the kitchen. I was about to have some coffee.”
The trio walked towards the back and entered the kitchen. Joyce busied herself with making the coffee. She turned to retrieve the mugs from the cabinet, filling them with the hot brown liquid. Placing them on the table in front of her guests she went back to the counter to get some cookies. The kitchen door opened revealing Xander, Cordelia and Oz.
Giles wrinkled his brow noting the lack of a certain redhead. “Where is Willow?”
The three turned to each other with grim faces; Cordelia dropped her head in her hands as she slid into a chair for support.
“See, that’s the thing. I called once more after I got home last night, and her mom said she hasn’t returned. Something has happened to Wills, Giles.” Xander blurted out.
Removing his glasses Giles wiped his face with his hand, then vigorously rubbed his glasses. Joyce joined the group at her kitchen table; taking a breath she turned to the other adult in the room.
“How many more must we lose Rupert? How do we stop these… these monsters?”
The Watcher paused a moment, he was in awe of this woman, Joyce Summers. Even now through her grief at untimely demise of Buffy, she was thinking about the safety of others, wanting nothing but ridding the world of the creatures who stole her child, her baby. It only added to the admiration and respect that Rupert had for her. He could see where Buffy got her strong will and strength of character from.
“We don’t, I’m afraid. Well, not until the next slayer arrives, which should be within the next few days.”
Silence ensued for long moments; the occasional sip of coffee was heard or swallowing of cookies.
“A-a-a Tara, I take it you are familiar with the dis-invite spell.”
“Y-y-yes I-I-I-I am. M-M-M-My mom taught m-m-m-me years ago.” Tara’s stutter worsened when she was truly nervous.
“Good, lets get started shall we?” Giles rose to his feet to fetch the ingredients he needed from his car.
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Buffy sat up in the bed starring at the dark heavy curtains that graced the large window in her room. The sun had not yet set; she had at least 20 minutes left. Sighing she stretched wondering what Spike was up to. Even though she’d only been un-dead for almost a day her body ached when he wasn’t around. A small pout tugged at her lips as she headed for the bathroom to bathe.
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Spike awoke to tangled limbs around his body, looking over he was greeted to Drusilla’s sleeping face. He reached a hand out to trace over her brow, her human guise was so peaceful, innocent looking. She was at peace from her insanity in sleep. Laying there Spike tucked his hands behind his head. He didn’t expect to end up in his sire’s bed. Even though they were not mated Spike loved his wicked plum as if she was his mate. He had tried on several occasions to claim her, but Drusilla would laugh telling him that he was a naughty puppy trying to take what wasn’t his.
And one would think after a hundred years of faithfulness, caring for his insane sire’s every need she would return the favor, but she hadn’t. As soon as Angelus reared his overly poofed head; his dark princess was back fucking his brains out, as if he never left either one of them. He had headed to Angules’ room to have words with him; he was through with being the lackey, the little nurse-maid for his dark princess.
He was going to set the record straight; a lot had changed since Angelus was cursed with his bloody soul. Spike had become a Master in his own right, and he wanted to be treated with the respect it commanded, he was going to pound in the great foreheaded one’s skull. Dru had intercepted him, she was bored and wanted some attention. Her precious Daddy was occupied with his whore of a sire. And Spike being the ever-loving childe that he was couldn’t resist seeing his wicked plum hurting.
The part of him that was still William was pissed, how dare she treat him as if he were dispensable, showering crumbs upon him when Angelus wasn’t paying her any mind. But he did start this, when he was a fledgling Drusilla would do it all the time, run to him, shower affection and attention upon him to rifle the leather clad dufus. And William was thrilled to have the attention doing all that he could to prolong it. But Spike couldn’t ignore his demon either, it was thrilled that his sire wanted to be with him again.
Buffy’s loneliness washed over him jolting him from his thoughts. Getting out of bed he quickly pulled his black worn jeans over his hips and headed out the bedroom door. Drusilla turned on her side watching her childe’s retreating form with a smile.
“William is running to his baby Miss Edith, He is so kind. Must pay baby a visit I must.”
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Buffy stepped out of the shower wrapping the lush white towel around her wet head. Walking over to the sink she instinctively moved a hand over the mirror, to remove the fog that built on it from the steam of the hot water. She gasped at the lack of reflection that greeted her. ‘Stupid vampires with their non reflection casting selves.’ She grumbled walking back into her room.
Spike’s eyes danced over Buffy’s nude form, a bloke could get used to this. Buffy instantly perked up to the presence of her sire. Slowly stalking over to him she rested an inch away from his embrace, her sensitive nose picking up the lingering scent of Drusilla. Buffy couldn’t help the small growl that came from her throat or the jealousy that oozed from her voice, as her eyes flickered gold for a brief moment.
“Have fun talking to Angel?”
“’S not what it looks like pet. Not that I need to be explaining anything to you. But Dru is my sire, she can do with me as she wills.”
Buffy turned to face the fireplace; she couldn’t look at him at that moment. What was she? Wasn’t she important to him? Didn’t he know she loved him? He only was with her because she was his childe, he loved Drusilla…. Bitch.
Spike walked towards her placing his arms around her waist as his chin rested on Buffy’s bare shoulder. He could feel her stiffen from his touch enraging his demon. Whipping Buffy around Spike pinned her with a look of pure fury.
“Listen Goldilocks cause I’m not sayin’ it again. I know how it feels; I’ve been there. But that doesn’t change a bloody thing. “ His voice softened and he took her in his arms, “You’re mine princess, and I’ll do all that I can to make you happy. I’m your sire it comes with the job. But you can’t make me choose between you and my sire.”
Sighing Buffy relaxed into his embrace mumbling into his chest.
“I’m sorry sire… forgive me?”
“All is forgiven luv. Wait here, I’ll be right back.”
Retracting his arms Spike placed a chaste kiss on her brow then exited the room. Buffy’s pout turned into a frown, not only did she upset her sire, but also she realized she would never be able to compete for his love, with his Drusilla. Spike and Dru had a century plus together, sharing in the bloodlust, murder and mayhem; what did Buffy have? Just one measly day.
Her demon raged at the injustice, it wanted all of Spike’s affections; it wanted the place held in Spike’s heart where Dru resided. Sighing again she resigned herself to being hopefully second place, she was after all Spike’s childe, that did mean something … right?
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Spike walked out into the great room his eyes darting to the minions that resided there. Resting his eyes on a petite auburn-haired minion he swaggered over to her.
“You. Yeah you. I need some of your clothes, and if you tell the poofter you’re dust.”
“I understand Master Spike.” The minion said quickly running to perform the task at hand.
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Buffy stood in front of the dresser combing out the tangles in her hair when the door opened. Spike entered the room with a pair of red leather pants and an emerald tube top. Eyes lighting up his childe walked toward him placing a kiss on his cheek.
“Thank you sire. You shouldn’t have.” Buffy uttered glancing down at the floor, now even more ashamed at her earlier actions.
“I told you sweetling you’re mine, it’s my job.” Spike twirled a golden lock around his finger as Buffy took the offered clothing.
He sat on the edge of the bed while Buffy returned to the dresser to finish her hair. “I was thinking… do you think I could see my mom?”
“When do you want to go, before or after dinner?”
Turning around Buffy sauntered towards the vampire resting on her bed. Spike was transfixed by the way her muscles flexed under her tight skin, the slight jiggle to her breasts. Her golden tresses cascaded down brushing over her rosy nipples causing them to pucker. Standing before him Buffy captured his hands cupping them over her soft mounds.
“I really am sorry for making my sire mad. How ever can I make it up to you?”
Spike raised his head nipping at her left nipple, growling in appreciation as she arched closer to him. “Oh, I’m sure I can think of many ways for you to make it up to me luv, don’t worry,” curling his tongue behind his teeth he commented. A small growl of contentment rumbled through his chest, his childe was so eager to make her sire happy. It pleased both the man and the demon in him.
Spike crushed his lips against Buffy’s in a smoldering kiss, she moaned into him hungry for more. She could taste Drusilla all over him and instinctively pulled out of his embrace, but quickly recovered not wanting to earn her sire’s anger so soon after him forgiving her. He felt her discomfort for a moment but didn’t push the issue, he wanted to see if Buffy would protest or accept what she discovered.
He was pleasantly surprised to find her slowly inching her way down his body, nipping and licking her way to the waist of his jeans. Her nimble fingers slowly undoing the clasp to the material exposing his semi hardened cock. Pulling his jeans down the rest of his lower half Buffy starred at his nakedness. This was the first time she had ever gazed upon the nude form of a man. Yes, she and Angel made with the smoochies, and they finally consummated their relationship, which led to the unleashed and highly psychotic vampire currently running amuck in Sunnydale. But still, she had never looked at him, he was to shy, insisting that the lights be off and they where under the covers.
So getting a peek at the goods so wasn’t happening, but now she had Spike, her sire and she was going to do all the ogling she could, or what he would allow. And he was a sight to behold, smooth, flawless alabaster skin that only hinted at the power it contained. A lean hard chest, tight chiseled abs, she was captivated by them reaching out, running a hand over the taut area, so firm yet so soft, like velvet. Her eyes traveled further down taking in the stark contrast of dark curls and hard flesh, she licked her lips in anticipation.
Spike watched Buffy explore his body with her eyes, the look of pure hunger and lust lit her face. Snickering to himself, he knew the poofter didn’t have the balls to taint the saintly eyes that belonged to the slayer. Well Spike wasn’t Angelus and Buffy sure as hell wasn’t the slayer any longer. His cock twitched when her hand skimmed over his abdomen, yeah he said he would wait it out, let her set the pace but this was killing him. Grabbing Buffy by the shoulders Spike pulled her back towards him capturing her lips in a smoldering embrace.
Buffy gave no protest to her sire’s demands and eagerly kissed him back. In one quick motion Spike had them flipped with Buffy pinned beneath him, as he pushed into her waiting depths. A growl escaped from Buffy’s throat as she arched her hips to met Spike’s thrusts. He responded to her actions with a growl of his own, low within his chest, sending vibrations radiating through out her body, causing her to grind her clit into his pelvic bone. Ducking his head Spike captured one rosy nub between his teeth, lavishing it with his tongue, worrying it with his blunt teeth.
Buffy hissed as she arched further into him, desiring him to eat her alive, the feelings he evoked in her she couldn’t describe, but knowing no one could or would ever make her feel this way, except Spike. Shifting into game face Spike bit down on the supple flesh between his teeth causing the sweet life giving fluid to flood his mouth, as his hips picked up speed. Buffy screamed her release into the air sinking her fangs into his neck. The sensation of her small lips sucking on his flesh was his undoing, as he shot his release deep inside her still quivering channel.
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Xander and Oz where patrolling one of the many cemeteries in Sunnydale, both lost in thought. The two young men couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to Willow, no doubt Angelus played a part. After he killed her fish Xander figured she wasn’t far behind. A shudder uncontrollably went through his body, just at the thought of Miss Calendar and the things that psychotic monster did to her. What horrors might have been ushered upon the redhead, or if she was still alive, what might she be going through now?
Oz stopped placing his arm out to halt Xander in mid stride. Turning the redhead whispered.
“I smell two vamps up ahead.”
Removing their stakes they stood ready as the one fledgling, and one minion stalked towards them.
“Ooooh! Look, delivery.” Vamp number one said as he shifted into game face snarling his elongated incisors glistening in the moonlight. Vamp number two quickly followed, already in game face as he charged after Xander.
Xander must have been having a good night, because he was able to sidestep and miss the attack by a second. Vamp number one charged Oz knocking him to the ground. The two struggled, thrashing and bucking against each other. Vamp number two punched Xander in the nose, causing blood to gush forth. Licking his lips the vampire couldn’t wait till this prey was subdued.
Stumbling on his feet Xander regained his balance gripping the stake tighter, just waiting for his opportunity. Oz kneed his attacker in the balls, the vampire flipped off of him cradling himself, as he howled in pain. Jumping to his feet Oz brought the stake down into the demon’s chest and watched as it turned to dust. Xander was pinned between his vampire and a mausoleum, “I refuse to go out like this! Nah uh, no way.”
As if on cue Oz jumped the vampire from the back, using his enhanced werewolf strength he pinned the demon’s arms to its sides. Xander sent the stake home as dust filtered around their heads.
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Drusilla laid draped across the bed enchanted by the still sleeping form beside her. Her nude body seemed to shimmer from the light of the fireplace. Darla entered the room fresh from the hunt leaving Angelus to his own entertainment.
“Oh, such a pretty creature. Where ever did Angelus find her?” She questioned running a slender finger down the girl’s cheek.
“Pretty pixie will come and play soon. Won’t Miss Edith be pleased!”
Darla crawled onto the bed perching beside the still body. Soon their latest family member would rise and she wanted to be present to greet her.
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Buffy watched as Spike drained his ‘happy meal on legs’, but he paused turning to face her.
“Here luv.” He extended the still conscious man to her. Buffy emerged from the shadows her white fangs glistening in the moon light. She slipped her incisors into the wound her sire made and finished the kill.
Xander’s eyes widened in shock and fear from his hiding spot behind a tree, as he watched the scene play out before his eyes. No, it couldn’t be, Buffy was a vampire. He felt sick to his stomach, but quickly clapping his hand over his mouth he forced the nausea back. He didn’t want to be found, quietly turning around after they walked away he pushed off the tree into a sprint. He had to unite with Oz, then inform Giles about Buffy.
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Two blondes walked hand in hand down the almost deserted street. Spike didn’t ask what his childe intended to do once she reached her mother’s house, he was just there for mutual support and if she needed it. Buffy wondered what would her mother’s reaction be towards her, she was thinking not too good. Granted she had been “missing” for three days, but she couldn’t help that, she was technically dead for two of those days
Coming to a halt outside 1630 Revello Drive Buffy released a breath she’d been holding.
“You sure you’re ok with this kitten?” Spike asked her taking in her worried expression.
She feverishly chewed on her bottom lip drawing blood. Buffy couldn’t help but dread her reaction to the temptation of the fresh blood her mother possessed. She did feed before coming so she only hoped her demon was satisfied and sedated for now. But wasn’t that one of the first things vampires did when they rose, attack and kill their loved ones? That’s what Giles and Angel told her, but she didn’t feel like she wanted to kill her mother… how strange… really. ‘Hello demon here, shouldn't it want to maim and destroy my mom?’
Grabbing Buffy's chin Spike sucked vigorously upon the wounded flesh as she moaned into his hair. “If we don’t stop, I won't get to see my mom.”
Giving her bottom lip one last suck Spike removed his mouth.
“I’ll be out here, if you need me.”
Buffy walked the steps to her mother’s front porch, it was funny she no longer thought of this house as her home. Her home was with Spike, her sire, her lover; she was no longer her mother’s little girl. Hesitantly she extended her hand and pushed the doorbell. Buffy could sense three heartbeats inside and she wondered who could be visiting her mother. The door opened and Buffy came face to face with a very worn looking Joyce Summers.
Joyce’s voice caught in her throat. Was this a mirage, granted she knew that a grieving mind was prone to hallucinations, but this; it seemed so real. Tears welled in both their eyes as Joyce extended a shaky hand out to brush along her daughter’s cheek.
“Mommy,” came the pained filled voice. Buffy felt sick at the sight of her mother. Had she caused this much worry? ‘Duh Buffy, you’re only her baby. And you sorta died.’ Her inner Buffy voiced.
“Oh god, Buffy. Come in, come in.” Her mother gripped her by the hand pulling her over the threshold, thereby removing the invisible barrier that prevented her entrance into her former residence.
Giles wondered what was taking the elder Summers woman so long at the door. Entering the hallway connecting to the foyer he stopped dead in his tracks. Buffy was encased in the mother of all bear hugs, good thing she didn’t need to breath. She hugged her mother back inhaling the scent that was uniquely “mom”; tide, jasmine, and love, as fresh tears ran down her cheeks.
“Oh baby, where have you been?” Joyce inquired pulling back to look into those familiar hazel eyes.
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Xander whipped past Oz shouting, “No time to talk gotta get to Giles, Buffy’s been turned.”
Oz didn’t have to ask twice taking off behind the boy. They didn’t waver as they ran past the blocks of houses intent on getting to their destination. 1630 Revello Drive came into view as they dashed down the street. Spike smelled them before they came into view, therefore, he slipped behind a tree near the house.
“What are those bloody gits up to?”
Xander was first up the steps and burst past the front door that was now open. He came to a dead halt as he watched mother and daughter embrace. ‘Monkey balls’, he was to late. Oz came in behind him eyes widening but to winded to speak. Tara hung back in the shadows taking the whole scene in.
Xander forced himself to stand straight, as Buffy and Joyce broke apart to take in the spectacle.
“Get away from her.’ Xander panted fanning his hand towards the vampire. “She’s not Buffy. I saw her feed, she a vampire.”
Automatically Giles ripped Joyce away from her daughter into his embrace. Years of council training were engrained in him, so when one mentioned vampire he did only what came naturally. Eyes widening Buffy slapped her hands over her mouth taking in the anguished looks of her mother, watcher and friends. Cordelia had chosen that time to join the mix.
“Remove your hands Rupert, this is ridiculous she is not a vampire.” Joyce stammered trying to break away from his death grip on her arms.
“Did she enter on her own Joyce, or was she invited?”
“I told her to come in. I don’t see how….”
Giles removed his silver crucifix from his jacket thrusting it in Buffy’s face, she hissed shielding her eyes. Backing away towards the door.
“I’m not here to hurt you guys. I just wanted to see my mom, you have to believe me. Giles… Xander… Oz?”
“You are NOT Buffy Summers. Get out you bloody demon.” Giles shouted retrieving a stake as he advanced upon his ex-charge keeping the cross on her. Buffy stumbled out the door almost falling but was caught by her sire.
Spike had heard the entire encounter and he ached listening to the agony in his childe’s voice.
“Come on luv, time to go.” He whispered into her ear, clasping her hand in his, never removing his eyes from those of the Watcher. Giles watched them vanish into the shadows of the night, then quickly closed the door behind him.
“We have to do another dis-invite spell… now.”
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The figures hunched in the bushes across the street watched with a great deal of interest in the happenings at the Summers’ home. Their eyes darted to the blonde pair retreating down the street, then back to the man closing the door. Reaching inside a bag they retrieved a cell phone, pushed the programmed number then placed the phone to their ear.
“Code red!”
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