Chapter 2

“You came back for me.”

He smiled. “Told you I would, I guess you’ve made your choice.”

Buffy nodded, holding her arms out to him.

Spike felt drawn in by this girl, letting her embrace him, her warm breath against his neck.

“I want to be with you,” she whispered.

His eyes teared up at that, it was all he’d ever wanted with Alona. It didn’t matter that she was human; all he ever cared about was being with her. When she was attacked by mere thieves one night, bleeding to death in a dark alley, Spike didn’t hesitate to bring her over. It pained him to do so, but it would have finally given him the chance to spend forever with her, or so he thought. She was different, violent, the bloodlust completely took over and there was no bringing her back. He had her chained up for days, trying to get her to control her urges, but he underestimated her. She managed to break free, and left a trail of dead bodies along the way. Spike knew there would be no reaching her, and only one way to end her torment. When he finally found her, she was hysterical, cursing him for making her a monster. The things she said, it wasn’t his sweet Alona any longer. He awoke the demon in her, there was nothing left of her humanity. The only time he truly saw her reemerge was when he plunged the stake in her heart.

Spike broke out of his musings, pulling away from Buffy’s comfort. He cupped her cheek, touching his lips tenderly to hers. “You don’t have to do this.”

She shook her head, smiling through her tears. “I’m ready now. I know that more than anything.”

Spike nodded, knowing there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. “If this is really what you want, we have to go now. Your mum can’t know anything about this, are you prepared to leave them all behind?”

“I already said my goodbyes; they just didn’t know I really meant it. Will you take me away from here? I don’t just mean the hospital, but everyone knows me in town. I won’t be able to stay once I’m turned.”

He knew she mostly meant that she couldn’t stay and risk hurting those she loved. “It’s taken care of. We’ll be going to Los Angeles; my mate has a home there.”

She took in a deep breath, nodding after a moment. “Okay, let’s do this.”


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“All right, I think I understand now. She’s a cutie.”

Spike rolled his eyes. “It’s more than that. Never mind him, love, Charles was just leaving. This is a private moment, mate.”

He raised his hands in surrender, backing out of the crypt, but not before giving Buffy one last leer.

She blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Spike took her hand in his, leading her down to the lower level.

Buffy raised her eyebrows at the sight of the chains hanging from his bedpost, giving him a curious look.

“It’s not what you think. I just got those yesterday, as a safety measure for when you wake. The bloodlust is worse with new vampires, hard to control. We won’t be leaving town until I at least know you would be able to handle it. I’m not a killer, pet, haven’t been for over sixty years. I won’t let you be one, either. Trust me, there’s no going back from that. I’ve stocked up on blood for you. It should be enough for at least a couple of weeks, but if you need to sink your teeth in someone, you’ll just have to settle for me, you got it?”

She agreed, glancing around his bedroom, startled when he suddenly grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him.

“Your heart is beating awfully fast, love. If you’re having any doubts, you need to tell me. I won’t have you regretting this and hating me afterwards, I couldn’t bear it.”

Buffy shook her head, bringing his hand to her lips and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “No regrets, I just had a moment of panic, but it’s gone now. What do I have to do?”

Spike sat her down on his bed, brushing the hair away from her neck. It had been a while since he took blood straight from the source, swearing to himself that he never would again, but this was a dire circumstance. “Just close your eyes,” he whispered to her, slowly sinking his fangs in her throat. He took long pulls of her blood, feeling her heartbeat start to weaken. When she was almost fully drained, he pulled his fangs out, biting into his wrist and placing it over her lips. “Come on, love, drink me.” He gasped when she started to take his blood in her mouth, shutting his eyes as well. He yanked his wrist away when she had enough, gently laying her down and watching as she took her last breath. This part never got any easier, but now all he had to do was wait for her to awaken, and pray that she didn’t hate him for it.


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It took two days before there was finally movement from Buffy, her hands now in the manacles he put on her, just to be on the safe side.

She gazed up at him with her new vampire visage; her green eyes now a glowing yellow. Buffy touched the ridges on her face, accidentally pricking her finger on a fang.

Spike gulped at the sight of her, she was absolutely beautiful. Her skin was radiant; she had a glow about her that he’d never seen before. Her blonde hair flowed like a halo around her; it was as if the illness never even existed in her body. She was a brand new woman. “How do you feel?”

Buffy shook her vamp features away, licking her lips. “Hungry, but other than that, I feel really good.” She tried to get up, but was stopped by the chains. “I see you’ve made use of them. Kinky,” she said with a hint of lust.

Spike slowly made his way over to her, bringing her a few bags of blood in the process, and releasing one of her hands. He stepped back when she ripped into the first bag with ease, ravenously draining the contents inside, and then moving to the next one.

Buffy licked her lips when they were all gone, laying back in his bed, feeling absolutely amazing. “I think you can let me go now. I don’t feel like going on a killing spree or anything.”

Spike did just that, sitting beside her once she was free. He was stunned when Buffy rested her head against his chest, snuggling up with him.

“Thank you, I know this wasn’t easy for you to do, but I really appreciate it.”

He wrapped his arms around her, placing a kiss to the top of her head. “Don’t mention it, love.”

Buffy glanced up at him after a few seconds of silence. “Do you love me?”

“More than anything,” he replied with no hesitation, holding her closer to him.

She smiled, feeling herself grow tired as the sun started to rise outside. “I love you, too.”

Spike smiled as well, beyond relieved to hear that. Despite what some people may think, vampires were very much capable of love. In his opinion, if you were a decent person in life, it carried on with you in death. William was a poncy, poetry writing git, and Buffy was an absolute angel, even if her mum couldn’t always see it. She got good grades in school, did volunteer work at a homeless shelter on the weekends, and had lots of friends. She was loved by everyone who knew her, that’s why taking her away from that life was so hard for him. She deserved better than being stuck in the dark, but if he left her alone, the disease surely would have destroyed her light, and he couldn’t let that happen. It was bloody unfair that such a wonderful woman became ill in the first place, but he would make damn sure that she was well taken care of for the rest of her existence.

Alona was decent for the most part, but there was a whole side of her that he never even knew about, and it pained him to find that out after she was already turned. It was why she was so quick to give into the demon; she wasn’t strong enough to fight it. Buffy had been fighting for most of her life, and that is what made them so different.