Chapter 3

“Gotcha,” Buffy said, grinning down at him.

Spike matched her grin, flipping them over as he was now the one on top. “You were saying?”

She pouted. “You don’t play fair. Why can’t you ever let me win one?”

He helped her up, brushing himself off. “Your opponents wouldn’t usually let you win. It has to be as if you were fighting someone who was trying to kill you, but you’re a very quick learner.”

Buffy beamed at that.

“You better be decent in there! I don’t want to have to walk in on you two fucking like animals. Again,” Charles stated, making his presence known in the doorway.

If vampires could blush, she would have right then, remembering when he caught them only a few days ago, both in very compromising positions.

Spike rolled his eyes. “Like you’re one to talk, mate. What are you doing back so soon?”

He shrugged. “I got bored.”

“In other words, you couldn’t find any company tonight. I have plenty of blood here, you know.”

Charles shuddered. “I won’t touch that swill, William. You know me better than that.”

Spike turned to Buffy when he left them to their privacy. “Charles refuses to drink from a blood bag. He just feeds enough from a willing participant, and then makes them forget afterwards. I told you about thrall; it’s something older vampires can do. The ability to control humans with their eyes, that way it’s less painful for them when we feed.”

“Why don’t you feed from humans anymore? Don’t you have thrall?” she wondered, realizing that he’d never really talked about it before, but figuring it was a sore subject.

He nodded, letting out an unneeded breath. “I do, but it’s been a long time for me. I’m afraid if I start up again, I won’t be able to stop.”

Buffy accepted his answer, not sure of what else to say. She’d only been a vampire for a couple of months now, and still had a lot to learn.

“Are you ready to go again?”

She shook her head, flashing him a grin. “I think I have a better idea.”


* * * * *


Buffy cried out when Spike drove into her, clawing at his back enough to draw blood.

He pounded her hard, switching their positions as he guided her head to his neck. “Go ahead, baby, I know you want to.”

She struck then, puncturing his throat with her fangs, taking in his delicious blood.

Spike yanked her away after she took enough, smashing his lips to hers. He continued to fuck her raw, roaring out his release a moment later.

She came down from her high, laying her head on his naked chest. “We broke the bed again.”

He chuckled. “That’s what, the second one this week? I say we just sleep on the floor from now on.”

“You’ll get no complaints from me. Charles is already cross with us for wrecking most of his furniture.”

“That’s because you’re such a bloody minx,” he claimed huskily, attacking her mouth once again.

Buffy bit his bottom lip, pulling away. “Hey, I can’t take all the credit. I was such a good girl when I was human, and now I’m finally getting to do all the things I never would have had a chance to before. It’s amazing that I had to die in order to really feel alive.”

Spike hated when she talked about her death, even more knowing that he was the cause of it. He knew that if Buffy remained human, she likely would have already been dead by now, and that helped him feel a little less guilty. Besides, he couldn’t imagine being without her. In over a hundred years, these last few months meant the most to him.

“Can we watch it again?”

He rolled his eyes at her change of topic, knowing what she was referring to without needing to ask. “What is with this sudden Dracula obsession of yours? I’m starting to get concerned here.”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I loved the movie as a kid, but finding out that Dracula actually exists has a whole new meaning for me now. Do you think I’ll ever get to meet him?”

“Oh, bloody hell, that’s the last thing I need. Poncy bugger owes me eleven pounds, and seeing as he’s made a habit of stealing from me in the past, you won’t be meeting him.”

Buffy pouted.

“As adorable as that is, it’s still not happening,” he commented, kissing her pout away.

“Bloody fuck, Will!” Charles exclaimed. “At least I close the door when I’m shagging, and did you break another sodding bed?”

Spike covered Buffy’s exposed body to save her from further embarrassment. “Sorry, mate, thought you went out.”

He threw his hands up in the air. “I just don’t know what to do with the both of you. Have you ever thought of finding a place of your own? I’m tired of my possessions getting damaged all the time.”

Spike turned to Buffy, seeing that she was trying not to giggle. “For a vampire, he’s such a bloody drama queen.”

“I heard that,” Charles remarked as he stomped down the hall, slamming his bedroom door in the process.

Buffy did laugh then, shaking her head once it passed. “Maybe he’s right, Spike. I think we’ve overstayed our welcome. It was nice of Charles to let us stay here, but we should consider finding other accommodations. He’s tired of us breaking all his stuff, and I’m really tired of always getting walked in on. He came in when I was taking a shower the other night, claiming he didn’t know I was in there.”

Spike growled, jumping out of bed and over to the other vampire’s room, not caring that he was still naked. “Wanker, you said you’ve stopped trying to peek in on her! Fine, you’ve got your bloody wish, we’ll go somewhere else.” All he heard was laughter coming from the other side of the door.


* * * * *


“Please, someone help me!”

Spike grabbed the vampire by the neck before he could bite the frantic woman, twisting his head right off.

Buffy was at his side, gazing at the terrified lady. “You’re safe now.”

She was breathing heavily, not sure what just happened. “Oh, God, I thought he was going to kill me. Thank you so much. I don’t even know what the hell he was, but I owe you my life.”

Buffy inhaled, noticing the wound on the woman’s forehead that was dripping with blood. She licked her lips and was about to move closer, but Spike held her back, instead focusing on the other person.

“You should run along home now,” he said to her.

The woman took off without needing to be told twice.

“It’s okay, baby, just take a second to calm yourself. It’ll pass.”

Buffy shook her hunger away, looking up at Spike in confusion. “What happened? It was just one little cut, and I had an urge to drain her dry.”

“It happens to every vampire in the beginning, but you’ve done an amazing job of controlling the bloodlust. I’ve never known of a fledgling who could control themselves like you have in such a short time. If I didn’t stop you, there was no doubt in my mind that you would have stopped yourself,” Spike explained.

“I guess it helps having a great teacher. I don’t know where I would be right now if I had to handle this alone.”

He kissed the top of her head. “You’ll never have to worry about that.”