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Present Childe by Ariel Dawn
 
Road Trip
 
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Disclaimer: These characters aren’t made by me. K?

Author’s note: Another wonderful beta job by the incomparable BTL.
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Chapter 16: Road Trip

Buffy exited the warehouse and into LA’s fading daylight, trying very hard to keep her tears from rolling down her cheeks. Her emotions were overwhelming her senses. Faith’s attack, Giles’ refusal to participate in it, Willow getting hurt, letting the minions kill all those watchers. She opened the door of the Desoto and slipped in, finally allowing the tears to fall. Crying in front of the minions wasn’t an option.

She shouldn’t have let her guard down. Of course the Council would want to kill her. Faith, while there was animosity, and the thrill of being mean to each other, she never really expected Faith to try to kill her. More frustrated with her foolishness than Faith’s betrayal, Buffy turned the key in the ignition and turned the stereo to as loud as she could tolerate it, Spike’s Clash cassette roared to life filling the cabin with “London Calling.”

Her thoughts turned to Giles as she wiped her tears away. It gave her a kind of hope. Giles hadn’t come to kill her. He had probably wanted to get Willow back. Or Maybe he though I’d take care of Willow.

Willow.


Willow who was laying in a hospital bed, just waiting for her to be by her side. Stupid Faith! Of course that thought didn’t stop Buffy from thinking that this was all her fault. It is your stupid fault! You took Willow from Sunnydale!

Buffy slammed the car into drive and took off towards the hospital that she had admitted Willow into. She didn’t care that visiting hours were probably over, or that Willow was asleep; Buffy just needed to be with her friend.

Willow was lying, sleeping, her face calm without a hint of pain. Buffy could smell the blood that was just under the surface of the bandage though. Willow was healing slowly, far too slowly for Buffy’s liking. The vampire sat down on the bed side chair and clutched Willow’s hand to her cheek.

“I’m so sorry Wills,” started Buffy. “I should have taken better care of you. I shouldn’t have taken you away at all. You told me no, but I didn’t listen! I’m so sorry you got hurt.”

“Not sorry you took me away though?” asked Willow, whispering into the darkness.

Buffy sniffed back her tears and smiled at her friend, who was just coming out of her sedation.

“No,” admitted Buffy. “I don’t have a soul, remember?”

Willow smiled back sadly. “I remember, I was there. Buffy?”

“Ya, Wills?”

“Can you take me home? Please? After I get out of the hospital?”

Buffy nodded vigorously, fresh tears cascading down her face. “I promise.”
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Buffy returned home to the warehouse, a passing glance at the still alive Faith, before she headed up to her bedroom. Sitting on the bed, reading a book, Spike looked up at her entrance and frowned at the look on her face. She had spent two days at Willow’s side, he presumed. He hadn‘t seen or heard from her in those two days.

“How’s Red?” he asked.

“The nurses told me that she’s gonna be released soon. I’m taking her back to Sunnydale,” explained Buffy, pulling a duffle bag out from under the bed and heading into Willow’s room.

Spike followed his mate as she packed up Willow’s things, putting them carefully into the duffle bag. “How long will you be gone?” he asked.

“Not long,” she responded turning to look him in the eye. “I’ll take Faith back too, get her out of our hair.”

Spike nodded, watching her pack. He could feel that she was angry and tired, but more than anything, she was hurting, from Faith’s betrayal, from her guilt about Willow getting hurt.

“I’ll take care of myself you know,” she said with a coy smile turning back towards him. The flow of feelings was not one way. She could feel that he was scared for her; he worried about not being able to protect her while she was gone. “I’ll be fine!” she exclaimed, putting the bag down and reaching for him.

Spike gathered her up in his arms and squeezed. “I know you’ll do fine, love,” he admitted. “Worried is all.”

Buffy pulled back from the hug and planted a kiss on his cheek. “I love you too,” she whispered. “Or are you worried about me and your precious car?” she asked cocking an eyebrow at him.

Spike smirked at her before leaning in and biting down on his marks with blunt human teeth. “I think I’ll have to get you your own bloody car, before too long, if I want to drive my Desoto anymore. I thought you hated to drive?”

Buffy smiled back. “I never said I hated to drive, just that I wasn’t good at it. I’m getting better though!” she responded when he started to glare. “I’ll take good care of your car.”

“Better!” he growled in her ear.

The vibrations from his growl reverberated throughout her body causing not unpleasant sensations in her nether regions. She couldn’t help the little moan that issued from her lips, her arousal becoming easily scented. Spike’s lips moved over her ear and down her neck, nibbling and sucking as he went. His tongue licked a slick trail towards her mouth, fastening his lips over her own and pressing together in a passionate kiss.

Buffy pressed her cold body against his, his erection bulging out from the denim that confined it. Jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist, she ground her self against him.

“Take me to bed,” she whispered in his ear.

He interpreted that statement correctly, moving them back into their room, giving the minions quite the eyeful as the two vampires tore at each other’s clothes trying desperately to connect in everyway possible before they parted. The pair fell haphazardly on their bed, their mouths fused together, lips and tongues in a duel for supremacy and intimacy.

Spike could tell that she was wet, wet and ready for him; and though he wanted to make this session of frantic love making last, his cock throbbed to be nestled in her lush confines. Two nights had been far too long. Buffy’s hands tore at his trousers, revealing his hard shaft, hard and red. She disengaged from his lips and sought his length out, her lips eager to wrap around the head of his cock.

Her tongue made a cool slick trail down his alabaster chest taking the time to circle his nipples, biting them playfully as she travelled towards her goal. Dipping her tongue into his navel she giggled as his cock, standing at attention as it was, bobbed in appreciation of her actions.

Bluer than blue eyes looked back down at her, her hair hanging loose, framing his length with her blond tendrils.

“I love you,” she whispered, her green eyes catching his as she smiled, licking her lips in anticipation of what was to come next.

Her pink tongue poked out of her mouth and twirled it around the crown of his cock, slowly enveloping his length with her mouth. She took him in as far as she could, pressing her hands into his hips to attempt to keep him still. Her head bobbed up and down, taking him in and then letting him slide almost all the way out of her wet mouth. He whimpered at each perceived loss of contact.

Slowly she trailed a hand to the inside of his thighs and sought out his balls, fondling them gently, as she moved his shaft in and out of her mouth, sucking and nibbling as she went. His hands flew to her head as he approached his release. Humming her approval, he groaned in satisfaction and begged her to do it again.

He came with a roar, Buffy swallowing down every last drop of cum. He pulled himself out of her mouth with a grin, instantly hard again, and flipped them over, so that she was on the bottom. He parted her legs roughly, his talented fingers seeking out her core and the delights that awaited him there. A few touches to her so responsive nether regions was enough to make him realise that he had to taste her like she had him. He leaned down and licked her wet centre from bottom to top, his nose brushing against her clit. Buffy ground herself against his face, seeking friction and stimulation, gasping as she felt him insert his tongue into her channel.

She tasted exquisite. He couldn’t resist lapping up her juices like a cat. Her moans turned into breathily spoken curses and praise for his talented tongue. Suddenly there was a tug on his hair, bringing him up to look her in the eyes. She panted unnecessarily, closing the distance between them and pressing her lips to his.

“Need you inside me, I can’t wait anymore,” she breathed against his mouth.

He nodded, and positioned himself at her entrance and moved his hips, settling his cock into her channel with ease. She gasped at the contact and ground down further, wanting him in her as far as he could go. Gradually his thrusts sank deeper into her core, each movement drawing their bodies together in union. Limbs intertwined, the pair of vampires pulsated against one another rhythmically, their lips only leaving the others for whispered endearments.
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In the warehouse, chained to the wall, tears dried on her cheeks, Faith looked up as the sounds issuing from the Master Vampire’s room filled the building. She tried to shut out the sounds, but her mind refused to focus on anything else, and her hands were shackled to the wall.

The minions around milled about, licking their lips as they passed her, seeking their own way to do something about the noises Master Spike and his mate were making upstairs. With a turn of her head, Faith could see a pair of vamps going at it in full view of the others.

“Fuck! Spike, Fuck me! God! Don’t stop fucking me!” screamed Buffy from the room above and Faith instantly felt herself get wetter.

The leers from the other vampires multiplied. Faith realised that they could smell it. She cringed. She so did not want a grungy minion banging her up against this wall, the blood stains of the watchers killed so recently still on the plaster.

She just hoped that Buffy and Spike would fuck faster, so she wouldn’t end up being raped by a minion.
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It seemed like an eternity later that Buffy descended the stairs, a black duffle bag in tow, fresh bite marks proudly adorning her neck. The former slayer b-lined to Faith, grabbing her chin dominantly and forcing the current chosen one to look at her.

“I’m going to pick up Willow from the hospital. Don’t go anywhere, k?” Buffy ordered in a perky voice. “And, gross, Faith arousal!” Buffy turned to a minion and called them over. “I want her clean. I’ll be back in half an hour, she has a bath or you become potting soil.”

The minion nodded eagerly, a leer in her eye.

“If she smells of you in anyway, I’ll make it painful,” she barked, turning and heading out into the night.

Spike watched as his mate left their home sadly. He was so proud of how she’d been handling the situation, the minions, their separation. Though it was her idea, he could feel just how hard it was for her. This time she didn’t have any barriers up to their connection.

The terror that was coming off the slayer bint was so thick he could taste it. He’d heard what Buffy had ordered.

This lonely place was going to be different without his mate to keep him company. He just hoped she returned home to him soon.
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Buffy snuck into the hospital knowing exactly what she needed to do. Willow was going home tonight, even if she had to drain a few nurses to do it. Luckily the ward seemed to be deserted as Buffy made her way to Willow’s bedside.

“Buffy?” Willow whispered, her eyes opening sleepily. “I was wondering when you were coming back.”

“It’s time to go home Wills,” observed Buffy with a smile, unhooking the IV from Willow’s hand.

With a nod, Willow slipped from the bed and sat down on the wheel chair that Buffy had provided. She pulled her hospital robe around her to keep out the chill.

“I’ve got your clothes in the car,” whispered Buffy as they travelled down the hallway towards the door.

Willow let out a sigh of relief. “W...What about Faith?”

“We’re picking her up after. Regular road trip.”

“With you driving?” Willow exclaimed. “’Cause there’s a driver’s ed cautionary tale.”

The sliding doors of the hospital parted, revealing the Desoto ready and waiting.

“At least tell me you got you know, good music to listen to on the way home?” pleaded Willow, as Buffy picked her up and placed her in the front seat of the car.

“Are you going to complain the whole way there?” asked the vampire.
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The trio of girls, a Slayer, a vampire and a witch flew down the highway towards Sunnydale under the cover of darkness listening to the immortal sounds of Billy Idol. It was the only thing in Spike’s music collection that Buffy thought Willow would approve of. The two girls in the front seats gabbed and sung along with the bleach blond musician drowning out the whimpers and moans that were coming from the back seat.

Chained, duct tapped and viciously scrubbed clean, Faith lay on the back seat, ignored by the two girls in the front, wondering what was going to happen to her when they arrived back in Sunnydale.
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Buffy parked the car in front of the school, helping Willow out, who had now got some semblance of clothing over her hospital robe, but allowed her to walk into the school under her own power, her arm in a sling.

In a swift motion, Buffy slung Faith over her shoulder, and followed her friend into the Library.

As usual, they were all there. Giles was pacing, Xander and Oz sat at the table, books and papers scattered about them. Willow pushed the door open, with her not wounded shoulder and held it open for Buffy.

All sound was sucked out of the library as the three men stood and stared at the three women. Buffy dropped Faith to the ground.

The silence was broken by the distinct exclamations of the three men.

“Willow!” exclaimed Oz.

“Faith!” spat Giles.

“Buffy!” mumbled Xander.
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tbc...




 
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