Chapter 13

Buffy couldn’t stop the tears now as William embraced her, ripping his shirt to hold it up to her bloody neck, smothering kisses all along her face as he apologized profusely for putting her in danger. She pulled back when it all started to be too overwhelming.

“You still love me?” she asked shakily.

“Oh, baby, I never stopped. I’m so bloody sorry for everything. I needed Angelus to think I was on his side. That was the only way to get one up on him. I didn’t mean anything I said.”

She felt choked up. “Giles, he said a moment of perfect happiness would take your soul away. You were gone after we slept together. I started thinking the worst, and when he told me that, I didn’t know what to do. Is your soul still there? Maybe he was wrong.”

Spike shook his head. “No, the soul is gone. I felt it leave my body, but I remembered everything that we did, all the things we meant to each other. I couldn’t go back to the way I was, not if it cost me you. I’m sorry for just taking off like that, but I needed to do some thinking, and then I thought of tricking Angelus by making him believe I was back to my old self. That’s why I couldn’t come to you yet, I couldn’t risk him finding out I was still on your side.” He cupped her cheek, wiping her tears away. “Do you forgive me, Buffy? I’ll understand if you never want to see me again. You got hurt because of me, and I promised to always protect you.”

Buffy pressed her lips to his; effectively cutting off anything else he would have said. “You’re forgiven, if it wasn’t for you, we might not have been able to defeat him. I was just worried that you didn’t love me anymore. I don’t think I could have staked you.”

He nodded. “Yes, you could, if you really had no choice.”

“I’m just glad it didn’t come to that.”

Spike had to agree.


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They walked hand in hand through the library doors, Giles standing up to greet them. He sighed in relief at the sight of their clasped hands, knowing that Buffy would never be that close to William if he reverted back to his old ways.

“Is everything all right?”

She nodded. “Angelus is dust. I told you he wouldn’t betray me.”

Giles glanced over at the vampire. “I take it you are without your soul, and you still managed to do the right thing?”

“You should have more faith in me, Rupes. Buffy means too much to me, I wasn’t about to let that wanker hurt her.” He winced in guilt, still ashamed to even let Angelus bite her, but a squeeze of her hand brought his gaze back on hers, and he could clearly see that she didn’t blame him.

“That is very reassuring,” Giles responded. “I suppose I should head home now, but there is still the matter of Drusilla. Without Darla and Angelus around, she will most likely be unbearable and want to seek vengeance. The woman is very unstable, as I’m sure you know. I would advise you to be careful.”

Spike knew all too well what Drusilla was capable of, but he would deal with her when the time came. Right now, he had a morning after to make up for. His girl’s first time was ruined by him not being there as she awoke, and if he had his way, she would never be alone again.


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He kissed up her naked body, taking a succulent nipple in his mouth.

“That tongue of yours should be illegal.”

Spike chuckled, meeting her lips with his, and slipping his tongue inside to massage with hers. He trailed his hands down her body, pushing two fingers into her wet core.

Buffy arched her back, giving him better access.

He spread her pussy lips wide, shoving his tongue in to collect her juices. “Fuck, I do love the way you taste.”

“I need you inside. I can’t take much more of this torture,” she panted.

Spike was happy to oblige, positioning his cock over her entrance, and sliding home in one quick thrust.

Buffy threw her head back, holding him close as he pounded her hard, but there was something else she needed. “Bite me,” she whispered.

His eyes widened at her request. “Are you sure?”

“I trust you.”

That was all the answer he needed, his facial features shifting to that of the demon as he plunged his fangs into her throat, right over Angelus’ mark. She was all his, and without thinking of the repercussions, he decided to make it official. “Mine,” he muttered, closing the wound with his tongue after he took enough.

“Yours,” she responded, biting into his neck enough to draw blood.

“Oh, fuck!” he exclaimed, not expecting her to do that, but definitely not disappointed. “Yours, I’ve always been yours.”

“And you’re mine,” Buffy said, a smile gracing her features.

They came together then, both experiencing a moment of pure bliss and contentment.

Once he came down from his high, Spike finally realized just what they did. “Fuck, Buffy, do you know what this means? We just claimed each other.”

She nodded, hoping he didn’t regret it. “I know what it means. You had me research practically every book in the library. I remembered reading about vampire mating rituals. It’s like a marriage, right?”

“It’s much more than that. Unlike a regular marriage, this one doesn’t end in divorce. We’ll always be connected now. When one dies, the other will shortly follow because the grief would be agonizing. As far as I know, it’s never been done with a human before.”

Buffy sat up, biting her lower lip. “Yeah, that’s what I figured. Is this not what you want? I just assumed that you would be okay with it, but I probably should have asked first. I mean, why would you want to deal with a teenager for all eternity?”

He smiled at her adorable ramblings, pulling her closer to plant a firm kiss on her mouth. “Spending eternity with you would be a bloody blessing, but I wasn’t sure if this was something you really wanted.”

“I do, William. I love you so much. I couldn’t imagine being without you.”

He took her hand in his; placing a kiss over the ring that he gave her. Normally he hated going by his poncy human name, and he definitely didn’t want to hear it since losing the soul, but after being with her, it didn’t seem to matter as much. She could call him whatever she wanted, he was forever hers. “You’ll never have to worry about that. This is it for me, Buffy. I love you.”

She kissed him then, no more words needed to be said.


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The dark beauty howled in agony, breaking anything she could get her hands on, and then picking up an old looking doll.

“Don’t worry, Miss Edith. We’ll get our boy back. That bad Slayer will pay for destroying our happy home.”