Chapter 30


Buffy let out a sleep filled sigh as she hovered in the state between sleep and wakefulness. Trying to block out the coming day she rolled over, snuggling herself deeper into the arms that held her. She inhaled deeply, letting the thick scent that hung in the air fill her nostrils as she felt soft lips swoop down to press a kiss against the side of her neck, coaxing her gently into waking.

The lips nibbled gently on her neck where the mark that claimed her as a vampire’s mate stood proudly against the pale complexion of her skin, before moving to skim across her jaw line. She smiled as they came to hover over her own for a moment before placing a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth.

“Mornin’, kitten.”

She smiled at the soft voice rumbling in her ear, sleepily blinking her eyes open, sighing in contentment as the first thing they fixed on were Spike’s clear blue eyes, sparkling with amusement. She smiled at him and rolled them over so she was lying atop of him.

“Morning,” she said as she leaned down to give him a soft welcoming kiss, as her hand gently strayed down his side. Spike growled deeply in encouragement as his hand snaked itself around Buffy’s waist and held her closer to him. She took his erection in her hands and gently ran her thumb over its tip.

Both of them gasped at the feeling. “God! I can feel you in every cell of my body,” she moaned as she closed her eyes and repeated the action. “Can you feel it? The change?”

“Christ!” he nodded as he bucked his hips up into her warm hand.

“It’s like you are almost a part of me, but not. You feel differently than I do, but you’re still there, connected deep inside,” she murmured.

Spike’s eyes snapped open and he grinned at her. “I’d like to feel myself deep inside you as well.”

Buffy smiled mischievously against him and pressed a kiss to his chest, taking the small nub of his nipple between her teeth and lightly biting down.

“You mean, like this?” she asked as she positioned him at her entrance and slowly lowered herself onto his shaft. Both let out a moan of completion at the connection.

“Fuck, kitten, just like that,” he agreed. “You feel amazing,” he groaned as his erection was fully encased within her moist depths.

“You too,” she replied as she rocked her hips forward so she could lean down to lower her mouth to his own. A shaky moan was torn from Buffy’s lips at the movement as Spike shifted inside her. Abandoning her task she slowly rose above him, letting him slide out from within her only to push down again and force a groan from her lover’s lips.

One of his hands gripped at her thigh as the other aided the movement of her hips. A kittenish mewl sounded from her as he hit a point within her that sent a bolt of pleasure racing up her spine. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!”

“You alright, pet?”

Buffy nodded frantically as she rose and fell above him again. A strangled moan was torn from his lips. She reached for the hand that loosely held her thigh and dragged it up her body to cup her breast, squeezing down and manipulating it into squeezing her breast firmly.

Spike looked up at her through hooded eyes as she rode him fiercely, desperate to draw all the pleasure she could from her lover’s body. She looked beautiful like this—she looked beautiful always—but this… her sex-rumbled hair falling all around her shoulders, passion filled eyes boring into him, her skin golden and glowing.

Spike pushed him self up into a sitting position, one arm tightly banding around Buffy’s waist as she never broke her stride. “Christ, woman, what you do to me.”

Buffy’s legs were clamped tightly around his hips as he laved her chest with kisses, nipping at her and soothing it over with his tongue.

“Bite me.” She threaded her fingers into his hair and pulled his head back so she could look down at him. He nodded and she kissed him roughly as he morphed into his demon’s face.

Reaching his hand up into the back of her hair he yanked her head to the side exposing the beautiful length of her throat and the mark he had left on her the night before. His demon howled with pleasure at the sight of it, so proudly worn on her neck. Pulling back, he sunk his fangs into the wound again.

Her orgasm hit hard the minute she felt his teeth enter her neck. Her inner muscles clamped down around him and she clutched his head to her neck.

“Mine,” he said again as he pulled back from her, running his tongue lovingly over the wound.

“Oh God! Yours!” she wept as she buried her fangs into the flesh of his throat. Spike roared loudly as he spilled himself into her depths and collapsed back against the floor as she flopped on top of him.

“Oh for the love of—,” Xander’s voice had their heads snapping towards the front door, where the entire Scooby gang plus Joyce was standing, looking at them slack jawed.

Joyce’s hand was firmly planted over Xander’s mouth. “I guess we’ll, um…we’ll come back later.”

Buffy whimpered and buried her head in Spike’s shoulder as the group shuffled out of the house again.

“Tell me that didn’t just happen. Tell me my mother didn’t just walk in on me having hot monkey sex,” she said hopefully, as she looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Well in all fairness, that is what she left you here to do,” he retorted, with an amused smirk on his face.

Buffy glared at him. “So not helping, Spike!”

He chuckled and rolled her over again, lifting his hand and gently brushing her hair out of her face.

“What’s this?” she asked, grabbing his wrist. “I’ve never seen this before.”

He frowned. “That’s because it’s never been there before. You’ve got one too,” he noted, picking up her left wrist and lightly running his fingers over it. A shiver ran down her spine and she softly shut her eyes.

“Do you think it’s from the claim?” she asked in a breathy voice as he leaned over her to run his tongue across it.

“No, it might be from the hand fasting though, it looks like it’s in some sort of script.”

Buffy turned her head to look at his, nodding her agreement. “Yours too,” she traced its line with her fingers. “It’s pretty.”

“We should ask the Watcher when he gets back.”

Buffy groaned and covered her face with her hands. “Excuse me while I go die of embarrassment.”


***


Drusilla hadn’t moved from her place in days. Not since her daddy had been ripped from her world. She had felt it the moment he crumpled to dust and with him a little piece of her had died as well. She was so lost. No daddy, nothing to live for, yet she knew she couldn’t leave this world just yet. Though she did not know why, she knew it to be true.

She was truly alone now, no daddy, no grandmum, no Spike, and now the continued absence of her newest puppy—the one who had magick in his veins. Her happy family was gone and she had been left alone to pick up the pieces that were left of her broken mind.

Dru sighed and ran her sharp nail down the body of the young teen she had tied naked to the bed, causing blood to bloom from the shallow cut before she lapped it up again. She was meant to eat the girl, but she couldn’t bring herself to do more than play with her and lap at the blood from where it was drawn.

“Why? Why haven’t you spoken to me?” she whimpered to no one, ignoring the fearful looks the young girl was sending her. She had given up pleading and crying days ago, the woman who held her captive was clearly insane. “Why won’t you tell me what to do? I’ve been so good…such a good girl.”

The vision was unexpected. Dru had been without them for so many days that their intensity had been somewhat forgotten in that time. She gasped as she threw herself back onto the bed, her hands immediately going to her hair as she moaned and shook from the images which assaulted her. The result, however, left her with a wistful smile on her face. Things would be well again, she just had to take the right steps towards it.

She turned towards the young brunette with a wicked smile on her face. “It’s okay, dumpling,” she said in a perky manner as she stroked the girls face. “All will be well again. You’ll see, we’ll have such fun you and I.” Dru immediately sunk her fingers into the girl’s quim.

The teen bucked and tried not to find pleasure in the act, but after days of continued stimulation—albeit in the form of pain—the change in touch was welcomed. Dru watched her as she shut her eyes, her head falling to the side in pleasure even as her eyes scrunched tight trying to deny it. Morphing into her demon’s face Dru crawled up over the girl and sunk her fangs into her neck, smiling when she felt the girl climax around her fingers.

She pulled back when the girl was just hovering on the brink of death and scored a line across her own chest with a sharp fingernail. Dru pulled the girl’s head towards it, letting her drink the blood that would make her a creature of the night.

“A new family,” Dru whispered as she let the girl continue to drink.


***


Spike smirked as he pulled Buffy down into his lap and watched the shock cross the faces of her friends as they attempted to avert their eyes. After getting an eyeful that morning upon arriving home from spending the night at the Watcher’s house, it seemed they didn’t know where to look.

“You all going to sit down?” Spike asked, looking around at them all as they all sat down mechanically at his command.

“Spike, will you stop it!” Buffy hissed, hitting him gently and sliding off his lap to sit tucked up into his side. “Giles, we wanted to ask you if you knew anything about these?”

Buffy fought the blush that was making its way across her face, as she leant over to show her Watcher the tattoo she now wore on the inside of her wrist.

“Ah, o-of course, it is part of the ritual, the equivalent of a wedding ring you might say. Likewise the patterns are unique to the couple. May I see?” he asked, looking up at Spike. The vampire leant forward and showed him his wrist as well. “I could translate this for you.”

“Would you?” Buffy asked hopefully.

Giles smiled and nodded at her, taking a quick note of the symbols used. “While we are all here, we need to talk about Hank. We can’t very well leave him tied up in the basement forever,” Giles noted as he looked up again.

Buffy placed a calming hand on Spike’s thigh as he let out a rumbling growl. “Bastard deserves to die for what he did to his own daughter!”

“Be that as it may, I sincerely doubt you would be the one to kill him,” Giles said with a pointed look at Buffy, “and none of us are about to commit murder.”

Joyce snorted. “You might not be willing, but I ought to flay him alive.”

“Mom!” Buffy was shocked at her mother’s words, but Spike gave her an admiring smile.

“We could strip him of his magic,” Willow offered. “It would be painful though, and I think Giles would have to be the one to do it, but I read in a book that stripping someone of their magick is a permanent thing. He’d never be able to use magick again”

“Perfect,” Buffy said as her hand played absently with Spike’s. “Painful and full of revenge; let’s see how he likes being utterly defenceless.”

“I will need a day two prepare, and I need to make a call to someone who might be able to be of some use,” Giles said, removing his glasses. “What do you plan on doing with him afterwards?”

“Send him home.”