Author's note: denotes thoughts

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Chapter one: Making up your mind.

Buffy looked behind her wearily. Who knows who could be out here at this time of night? Deep down she knew that she shouldn’t be out here, she should be tucked into bed like a good 15 year old, instead of outside at midnight to fulfill a dare, a stupid dangerous dare at that. God, her mother would kill her if she knew she had snuck out tonight.

Buffy briefly flashed back to her mission and how she had been forced into it. Mission Impossible, à la valley girl. Buffy and her 4 nearest and dearest friends had just finished watching Mission: Impossible and had decided that to prove they were indeed worthy to be Tom Cruise’s next movie love interest they would each complete a task (read dare) under cover of darkness to be proven the next day at school.

And this was why she now found herself in an alley at midnight, dressed as conservatively as possible (for a 15 year old who still wanted to impress the boys). By far she had gotten stuck with the worst task ever. To find a hooker and get from her the phone number of her pimp. Yes, entirely stupid, potentially very dangerous, but there was no way that Buffy was gonna back out of a dare.

Buffy turned down the next street, hoping to find some poor girl selling herself. If she didn’t find a hooker soon, she was going to give up and make up some random phone number to pass off the next day at school. Buffy couldn’t help but feel just a little bit scared being out here in the dark, with any number of weirdos and creepies out there waiting for someone like her to cross their path.

Lost in thought and trying to convince herself to give up now, Buffy did not see the bleach blond man stumble out of the alley, nor did she notice that she was walking right towards him. She did notice, however, when she collided with him.

“Oof!” she said as she fell to the ground.

“Bloody hell!” shouted the man in a sexy British accent, who to Buffy’s dismay had not fallen down.

“Watch where you are going!” shouted Buffy at him.

“Same to you, stupid bint!”

The man gave Buffy a once over as she picked herself up and brushed the dust from her mini skirt.

“My skirt is ruined! I’ll never get this out! This skirt is dry clean only, pal!” exclaimed Buffy putting her hands on her hips. “You could make with the sorries you know!”

“Make it a point to never apologise, pet.”

“I bet that makes you lots of friends.”

“I have friends enough. What’s a cute little thing like you doing out at this time of night?” he said seductively. “Shouldn’t you be tucked up safe in your little girly bed, where mummy and daddy can check up on you?”

“It’s none of your business why I’m out here.”

“Too right, don’t care either,” he said grufly then, changing his tone completely he added, “you aren’t turning tricks are you?”

“Huh?” Buffy was lost for a moment, then quickly recovered, “Ew! No, a very large, huge, world of no!”

“Did seem a bit young for that lot.” he said sincerly, digging through the pockets of his long black leather coat for something.

“I’m no kid you know.” Buffy carefully backed away from him. She didn’t know what he was looking for in his pockets but she didn’t have a good feeling about this guy at all.

“Never said that you were, just young is all.” He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a zippo lighter from the depths of his coat.

“Whatever, tonight’s a bust, I’m going home. Thanks for the stimulating conversation.” Buffy felt relieved as the mystery man pulled a smoke from it’s packet and raised the white stick of death to his mouth.

“No problem pet,” he said as he slinked off into the shadows.

Once he was confident he was out of her sight, he turned around to watch her walk off.

“Didn’t even try to bite her. Spike, old boy, you really are losing your edge,” he muttered to himself, lighting his fag.

True he had just, just eaten, but really was that an excuse? Since Dru had sent him on his way, it seemed that he wasn’t up for the casual biting anymore. Sure he liked his spots of violence, but draining someone just because (hunger aside) seemed a waste of time. But then it wasn’t like he did anything remotely interesting with his time anyway.

His thoughts turned back to the girl. She was beautiful really. He hadn’t even asked her name. There was something about her, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. She intrigued him. And that was saying something, for a man who had travelled the world and seen a lot during his century and a bit as a vampire.

Oh well. Spike put his puzzlement aside and thought about his next move. Bumping into the girl had thrown off his train of thought. He was alone, for the first time since he’d been turned, a master vampire without minions or mate, cut off from his sire by her choice.

When Dru had told him a year ago that they should find their own paths and expand their family, he had been devastated, and after some very heavy drinking the feeling had passed. They had spent over a hundred years together, nearly constantly. But given that amount of closeness, a little time apart wouldn’t make any difference in the end, would it?. Dru was his sire, nothing could come between them, except her sire, which given his grandsire’s current state of soul-having-ness, didn’t pose a problem. Still, Spike had left Prague, depressed with no idea where to go or what to do. He didn’t like to be alone. He had been with his vampiric family since he was turned. Yeah, they had tortured him and made him feel like he was a second class vamp, but family was family. He sought out his family, Dru’s sire, the one who had trained him, Angelus.

Angelus, he had found in New York, looking horrible and was very much still in possession of that nasty soul those gypsies had cursed him with. Spike had watched with disgust from the sidewalk when he had found his grandsire eating rats in an alley. He’d gotten the hell out of there ASAP.

Now he was looking for Darla, Angelus’ sire, whom he had found out was somewhere near LA. Even if Darla didn’t want him around at least it had given him something to do while he waited for Dru to call him back. After Darla he could seek out her sire, The Master of order Aurelius and see what he was up to.

All this thinking about sires and grandsires got him thinking that in his 116 years as a vampire, Spike had never made a childe himself. That seemed to be the reason why Dru had cut him free, so he would have time to continue the line of Aurelius.

The idea of making/taking a childe was an odd one for Spike. It had ramifications that he didn’t really want to think about. He loved Dru, he knew it, in his mind she was his mate (though he was absolutely certain that it was entirely one sided), all childer needed their Sire’s attention and Spike didn’t like to think that anything could take his attention away from Dru. He also knew that he’d take a female childe (if ever the thought occurred to him), Dru would be jealous and probably stake her on sight, or so he thought.

Suddenly his imagination drifted back to the girl. Whatever she was in this life, he could take her as his childe, he was certain of it, if only she were a couple of years older. He was never one to have a thing for children and however much she looked the woman she still had some growing up to do. Damned if he was going to condemn her to an eternity as a little girl. She was beautiful and she had intrigued him from the start.

Spike started walking, following the girl’s scent. By the time he had gone four blocks he had almost decided that she should become his childe. She was fiery and hadn’t taken any crap from him, he liked that. He could mark her now and turn her when he wanted to. No vampire would dare touch his property, after all he was order of Aurelius, and his family was known for being vengeful and frankly, psychotic.

As he neared sight of her again he noticed that he wasn’t the only one stalking her.

“Fledglings,” he hissed.

The two fledgling vampires jumped out at the girl. She screamed and tried to back away.

“Whoa, what the hell is up with your faces?” she yelled, backing into the wall of the alley.

“That’s hardly your concern little girl,” said one, dressed as an Backstreet Boy wannabe.

“Stay way from me,” she shouted as they circled her.

Spike chose this moment to step in.

“Now what do we have here?” he taunted.

“Hey man, get your own, this one’s ours,” said the second fledgling, wearing the brightest green jacket he had ever seen, and that was saying something, he‘d unlived through some really bad fashion trends.

“Now, now, I hardly think that is the way you should speak to your betters - BOY!” said Spike in his best Master Vampire tone.

The two fledglings pounced on him, who deftly batted them away; they were not childer, they were no match for him.

“Who the hell are you man?” asked Backstreet.

“Spike,” he said walking towards the downed fledgling. “Now who do you work for?” he asked.

“You, Master Spike,” said the now minion.

“Are you crazy? We aren’t working for him!” shouted the second fledgling .

“He’s a master you moron! and he’s Aurelius!”

Spike rolled his eyes, obviously these fledges didn’t have a master already, or else you would think they would have some sort of loyalty. Spike’s attention drifted back to the girl, who had apparently long since fainted. He turned back to his new minions, who had now bared their necks to him. Wasting no time he took the blood they offered to dominate them then stooped to pick up the girl.

“Any fledglings you make are mine,” he barked, then gave them directions to the warehouse he was staying in and told them to be back at dawn, then he stalked off carrying the girl.

He had converted one of the back offices in the warehouse into his bedroom, complete with queen size bed and large screen TV. It was a nice set up, even though he hadn’t known how long he was going to be in LA, he, like the rest of his family enjoyed the creature comforts.

He laid the girl down on the bed only to notice that she had a large bump in her head. Guess she didn’t faint after all, he noted. He brushed her hair back from her neck and lowered his head, placing a few light kisses on her soft skin before sinking his fangs in. He pulled the blood three times before releasing his hold and licking the wound clean.

“You will be my childe,” he whispered, “and I will be your sire, teach you the ways of our line and add glory to the name Aurelius.”
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Buffy woke up with a terrible pounding head ache. She opened her eyes to find herself in a strange room, illuminated by a bunch of pillar candles. She surveyed the scene. She still had on all her clothes - good. She had a bump on her head - not good, and she seemed to have a cut or something on her neck - also not of the good.

The door of the room opened.

“You’re awake!” said the mysterious blond she had talked to the night before.

“Awake but confused. Where am I, who are you, what happened? Majorly wigging here.”

“My place, Spike, hit your head.”

“Huh?”

“The answers to your questions, you are at my place, in my bed in fact, I’m Spike, and you hit your head.”

“Oh. Spike? Is that your real name?”

“No, but that’s the only thing you get to call me”

“Do you have a last name?”

“Aurelius,” he supplied, “Spike Aurelius.” He offered her his hand to shake.

Buffy took his hand and shook lightly.

“Summers, Buffy”

“Buffy?” he laughed, “and you were making fun of my name?”

“So not going there buddy. Why did you bring me here?”

“Bump on your head, had to get out of the street, lots of nasties waiting for little girls like you to fall in their laps.”

“You saved me then?”

“I guess”

“Thanks,” she whispered, “What time is it?” she asked looking around for a clock.

“Quarter to six,”

“In the morning!!” Buffy panicked. “ I’ve got to get home. My parents are going to freak if I’m not in by bed at seven!”

Buffy moved off the bed and walked to the door.

“Thanks for everything last night. You are a nice guy, thought you were totally creepy at first, but you’re ok. See you around?”

“You can count on that Goldilocks”
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Spike didn’t see Buffy for a week. Luckily none of his new minions had seen her leave the building that morning. His plans were slowly taking shape. Dru was still in Prague, Angelus in New York and he had managed to find out that Darla was in a small town called Sunnydale about three hours from LA.

Before he left for Sunnydale, Spike needed to see Buffy again, to make sure she kept thinking about him. It also didn’t help that he had kept thinking about her, every bloody moment.

Unfortunately other than her name, Spike really didn’t know where to find his girl. So he used the only means he had at his disposal, even though he never liked using it.
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Spike was sitting at a Starbucks when she showed up beside him.

“Spike!” Buffy said happily, “Imagine meeting you here!”

“Hello Goldilocks, been a while.” he greeted, giving her a once over. She was still beautiful, wearing a white Cable knit sweater and a pair of grey slacks.

“I’ll say, are you waiting for someone?” she asked tentatively.

“Not anymore,” he smiled

Buffy liked that smile, like she was the only one privileged enough to see it.

“Great, let me get a drink and I’ll be right back.”

When Buffy returned with her moccacino she was in total flirt mode.

“So what have you been up to since last week?” Buffy asked. She didn’t know why she had changed her opinion of this man so suddenly. He had been creepy guy in alley, now he was total hottie with whom you want to make smoochies with.

“Tracking down family members.”

“Wow.” Wow? how lame is that? Please let me not come off as some blonde bimbo type person, she thought.

“My family is a little bit scattered, but I think I’ve got them all tracked down now.”

“Cool, who did you have problems finding?” asked Buffy twirling her hair around a finger.

“Darla, my, uh, great grand...mother.” Not really a lie he thought.

“Wow, and a little weird. Losing a little old lady like that. You would think her kids would keep better care of her.”

“She’s got a mind of her own that one,” said Spike taking a sip of his espresso, “ I’m off to see her tomorrow. She’s in Sunnydale.”

“Never heard of it.” Buffy took a sip of her drink and looked down shyly. Spike was sitting beside her at a bar seat, slightly pushed away from the table. Dressed in black, just like he had been that night, he was still completely drool worthy. Buffy’s eyes drifted to the floor, sneaking a glance at his crotch.

“Doesn’t surprise me Goldilocks, small town three hours from here.”

“I’ve never been out of LA, born and raised here,” said Buffy, quickly looking back up into his bluer than blue eyes. “You know I really thought I’d never see you again. Glad I had a sudden urge for coffee,” she smiled.

“Me too Pet.” He smiled back. It’s worth using poncy thrall if I get to see you again.

“So are you going to stay in Sunnydale long?”

“Don’t know. Depends if Darla wants me to stick around or not, and when Dru calls for me.”

“Dru?”

“Drusilla, my uh, mother.”

“Oh!” Buffy breathed a sigh of relief, “weird, my mom would never let me call her just Joyce. So do you have a girl friend?” Too obvious?

“Fishing aren’t we...Well its a complicated question, Goldilocks. My girl and I, we’re on a break, but it’s been a year now...”

“Seems to me like a break up, no one should have to be strung along like that.”

“Yeah...What about you pet, any boys got your attention?”

“Just you,” she said as her cheeks turned bright red.

“Not put off that I’m way too old for you?”

“Why? How old are you?”

“Old”

“Well I’m fifteen, I’ll be sixteen soon well not soon, soon, but it‘s not too far away. But, I really don’t think why that should matter. In the 1800’s girls my age got married all the time. So what’s the problem? I’m not asking you to marry me,” Buffy babbled.

“And your parents wouldn’t have a problem with an old guy like me running around with their fifteen year old daughter?”

“They don’t have to know... we only just met, really. Just asking for a chance. I ... like you.”

“I like you too, Goldilocks,”

“Good, so will you go out with me when you get back from Sunnydale?”

“You can count on it pet,” he smiled.

Buffy was happy, very, very happy. None of her other friends where going out with college age guys. Plus Spike was hot, very yummy.

They talked for hours, about her family, school, what she liked to do for fun, cars, music and movies. She promised to even listen to some of the stuff he recommended her to listen to.

He hadn’t said what he did for a living but she though he must be loaded. They parted with a kiss, tongues included, cause Buffy had been fascinated by his tongue the whole time. Buffy left Spike, after giving him her phone number, sitting in the coffee place. He watched her walk out unable to tear his eyes away. Yes she was young, but he was still fascinated by her, open minded and free of a lot of the materialistic crap that he found out about most of his victims.
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The reunion with Darla had been a trip. The Master was stuck in a hole in the ground and was waiting for some alignment of the stars or what ever to be released. Utter foolishness, but Darla was determined to get her sire out of the ground. Sunnydale was fun. A town the seemed to be built for demons. Might be a good place to settle down in for a while, once Dru and him were back together of course. Easy pickings for when he would train Buffy.

Spike had been in Sunnydale three weeks when he felt her call. Dru was calling him back to her side. It was an odd sensation, but one he had gotten used to in all this years by Dru’s side. She needed him, and he couldn’t refuse her.

He knew he had to see Buffy first before he left. He had no idea how long he would be before her could return to LA.

He called from the road, to meet at their coffee shop. He had a coffin booked on the flight to New York, then and connecting flight to Prague, the next morning. Minions were good for something after all.

When Buffy walked into the Starbucks Spike gasped. His blond beautiful girl had gone punk, and god how it turned him on. That his valley girl would change so drastically for him (he assumed) was mind blowing.

“Spike! squealed Buffy as she launched herself into his arms.

“Hello Goldilocks.” he said with a leer and a smile.

“I missed you. How was your trip?”

“Enlightening.”

“That’s good. What do you think of my outfit?” she asked. “You wouldn’t have believed all the looks my friends were giving me when I bought this stuff. Like I had grown another head or something. What do you think?”

“Wouldn’t want to ruin your virgin ears pet.”

Buffy blushed, “ No seriously, tell me? Please?”

Spike leaned in to her ear “ You look amazing Goldilocks, you get me so hard, you are so beautiful, makes me think about all the naughty things I want to do to you.”

Buffy blushed an even darker shade of red.

“I do have some bad news pet.”

“Oh?”

“I have to go back to Prague.”

“Prague, as in Europe, Prague?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?” she sounded sad.

“Dru, called me, she needs me.”

“Oh,” said Buffy, “Will you be gone long?”

“Don’t know pet.”

“I don’t want you to go, you just got back!” she pouted, jutting that delicious lower lip of hers forward.

“I know, I’d stay if I could.”

“Still want you to stay with me.”

“I know pet.”

“Everyone leaves me...” she said starting to tear up. “First my Dad, now you.”

“Buffy, luv, I’m not leaving you, really, I will be back for you. I promise you.”

“Sure,” she didn’t believe him.

“It’s the truth, Goldilocks. I’ll miss you every second of everyday and I will come back.”

They drifted into discussion of her new musical appreciation, debating the merits of the Sex pistols vs the Clash. After about half an hour and two mochas later Buffy found herself with her hand on his knee.

“Can we go to your place?” she whispered.

“Sure pet.” he said taking her hand and leading her out o the coffee shop.

Buffy was scared. She knew that he had fallen in love with this man and this was only the third time she had actually seen him, but she couldn’t bear the idea that he was leaving, for Europe. Walking to his place, an old warehouse, Buffy resolved herself. He wouldn’t leave her if she gave herself to him, right?.

He lead her into his bedroom without a thought to the minions that loitered around. Safely ensconced, Spike stalked towards his bed and Buffy. Clearly she was nervous and scared. He could smell the fear dripping off of her.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to Buffy,” he said.

When she had asked to come here he had gotten hard instantly, but at the same time knew that she didn’t want him to go and was only doing this so he wouldn’t leave her.

He sat down beside her on the bed. “Pet, I know it’s rough, I’m going to leave anyway.”

“I know, I want to do this. I want you to come back to me.”

“You’ve got my promise Buffy. I will come back.”

“I am afraid that you’ll forget all about me.” she whimpered.

“Not gonna happen. You are in my blood, Goldilocks.”

Buffy smiled and looked directly at him.

“I want you in me,” she said.

Spike groaned and leaned in to her kissing her lips and down to her neck, and his bite mark, licking and nibbling the scar. She was his.

Buffy kissed back, her hands on his shoulders not moving anywhere.

Spike could feel her hesitate. He didn’t even have to ask if she was a virgin or not. Her virginity radiated off of her. Just another area that she needed training up in. And by god he was gonna make sure that she never forgot her first time.

Spike moved his hands under her shirt, caressing her skin, his feathered touches tickled in all the right ways. His lips pressed on her neck sensuously sucking the blood to the surface. Slowly he lifted her shirt only letting his lips pull away as he lifted the shirt over her head. Once again his lips attacked her lips, forcing his tongue into her pink mouth.

Spike let his hand drift back to her shoulders and down, catching the straps of her white lace bra down her shoulders. He kissed down her neck and chest while un fastening her bra from behind. She gasped as he pulled away to look at her. Buffy leaned in to kiss him.

“So bloody beautiful,” he said between kisses.

Spike let his hands linger on her pert breasts teasing her nipples until they were hard points. He gently laid her back onto the bed, running his hands over her skin and kissing down her chest covering her right breast then her left with passionate kisses.

“Spike,” she whimpered.

“Like that Goldilocks?” he asked seductively looking once more into her green eyes.

“Yes, more,” she moaned. “Too many clothes”

Spike backed off of her and pulled off his black tee and kicked off his shoes, then set about to divest Buffy of her shoes and stockings. He crawled up the length of her body pushing his hands up her skirt and pulling off her panties, white lace to match her bra. He started to kiss up her legs, letting his tongue glide up and up, ever so closer to her molten centre. He could feel her muscles fluttering, as he drew closer.

Buffy started to close her legs. Is he really going to do what I think he’s going to do? she asked herself. She had heard of it before, but honestly never expected that Spike of all people would want to do that first.

Spike pushed her thighs back granting him access only covered by her mini plaid skirt. He licked closer and closer until her felt her wetness on his cheek. Parting her toffee coloured curls he licked her back to front and few times before sucking on her clit hard.

Buffy moaned. “My god...Spike... yes, please, don’t stop, so good.”

Spike smiled at her reaction before pushing his tongue into her, thrusting several times, his nose brushing up against her clit, before sucking hard on her clit again.

Holding back her legs he could feel her muscles start to tense and with his tongue he felt her clench, she was close. Spike pulled away for a moment causing her to push her hips up against the empty air.

“Spike...please,” she whimpered.

“All in good time Goldilocks.”

He reached up and pulled her skirt off leaving her completely naked. He teased her clit while he looked her up and down.

“You were born to inspire poetry,” he breathed.

He crawled up the length of her body once again and pressed his denim encased erection into her curls.

“Sure about this pet?”

“Yes, god yes. I want to be yours Spike, make me yours.”

He popped the button of his pants and slid the zipper down and threw his pants aside. Buffy’s eyes went wide as she took in the scene. He didn’t wear underwear, and there he was in all his glory. Briefly Buffy considered how that was supposed to fit inside her.

Spike pressed the tip of his cock to her opening, hot and wet.

“Please Spike, I want you inside of me,” she begged.

Slowly he pushed inside of her only briefly stopped by her barrier. He thrust all the way in, causing a slight scream from the girl. He was so close to losing control that he started thinking his own mantra to calm himself. Holy water, crosses, Angelus with a moustache, wooden stakes, demon goo, lots of wooden stakes. Feeling himself calm down a bit, he started thrusting into her with a steady rhythm, each time angling for just that spot.

“So bloody tight...lush...fuck, could fuck you all night Buffy,” he said as he thrust .

Buffy on the other hand was beyond speaking. All she could do was moan and scream. It had taken a total of three thrusts to send her over the edge and now was so lost in the feeling of her that she was nearing her second orgasm of the night.

“Gonna fuck you all night Buffy, so bloody beautiful, tight, god, fuck, so fuckable.”

“Please, Spike...” she begged, “make me cum...need you, love you...yours...fuck me baby.”

Buffy screamed as she came again. Spike only had to thrust into her tight core twice more before roaring in climax.

Lying beside her, he nuzzled his mark, listening to her breathing.

“Wow,” she whispered, “a world of wow.”
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When Buffy woke up the next morning she found herself alone in Spike’s bed. She knew right away that he had left her. He had left her anyway. Just like he said he would. Her eyes started to well up realizing that she would probably not see him for a long time. But he promised he’d come back, a little voice in her head said persistently.

She reached for her clothes to find a note on top of her skirt.

Goldilocks,

I regret that you had to wake up alone this morning. As you read this I’m probably in the air. I want you to know that last night was very special. I’ll not soon forget it and I hope you won’t either. I don’t know how long I’ll be away from you, but I will be back for you, that I promise. I liked it last night when you said you were mine, cause you are mine. You are my wet dream, my fantasy, you are the only girl alive that means anything to me. I will be back for you Buffy.

Wait for me,

Spike

PS Keep the outfit, I want to see you wear it the next time we see each other.

Buffy let the tears flow afresh.

tbc...