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Soul Survivors

Chapter One: Imagine the Hell


The phone rang repeatedly in the otherwise silent Summers’ home. The downstairs was growing dim with very little of the late afternoon light getting through the covered windows. The answering machine clicked on to Dawn’s cheerful greeting.

“Hi. You have reached the Summers’ residence. We can’t come to the phone right now. Please leave a message and we’ll get back to you, like…as soon as we can.”

As the prolonged beep followed, Giles stood half way down the stairs and cringed, having a good idea who it was.

Travers’ voice came over the speakers. “Again, this is Quentin Travers. I’m not going to stop trying, Giles. I must speak with you. You know we have things to discuss. It’s only been two weeks since I left you and your cohorts in California, but I will get on a plane if I have to so that we can speak face to face.”

Giles sighed as Travers continued with his veiled threats. He went down the last of the steps, then sat at the small desk and picked up the receiver.

“Giles, here.”

“You have been avoiding me,” Travers stated coolly.

Giles leaned an elbow on the desk and took off his glasses. “Yes, I have.”

“You took an oath and you need to fulfill your sworn duty as a watcher.”

“I’m no longer a watcher.” Giles wiped the beads of sweat off his brow and replaced his glasses, thinking that after he hung up he’d turn the air conditioning on.

“Officially, your resignation does not go into affect for another week. You took an oath, nonetheless, and you must see it to the end. I know you are a man of your word.”

Giles closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose under his glasses. “I am a man of my word, but I couldn’t possibly--she has a soul.”

“That is not the issue. She was your Slayer and she’s a demon now.”

The front door opened and he sat up straight. “I have to go.”

Giles hung up the phone just as Dawn came into the room and tossed her backpack onto the couch.

“You are home early.”
Dawn rolled her eyes and flopped down next to her backpack. “I went to the crypt, but they were still asleep.” The grin she gave Giles was so familiar. “They must have had a very long night.”

He cleared his throat and stood. “Well, yes, they must have patrolled all night.” Giles was not comfortable with his new roll as guardian to a teenage girl who was so…Buffy like. He edged his way into the kitchen and attempted to act casual as he hit the erase button on the machine.

“So who were you talking to just a minute ago?” Dawn asked when she followed him in and went to the fridge.

“No one important.”

The back door blew open and Faith kicked it shut behind her. She glanced at Giles and then at Dawn, who was drinking straight from the milk carton. “Hey,” she greeted them while putting the paper bag filled with groceries on the island.

“Ooh, what did you get? Let’s see.” Dawn pulled out bags of fresh fruits and vegetables, hamburger meat and two large Styrofoam tubs of blood. She frowned at the Slayer.

Faith shrugged. “Buffy and Spike are coming over tonight. Thought they might want refreshments.”

“I know what the blood is for. What I don’t know about is all this greenage.” She pointed at the pile she’d made with lettuce and other stuff.

Faith gathered up what she could and took it all to the fridge. “This is the kind of stuff you don’t get in prison. It’s good for you and you will eat it.”

“Giles, make her stop,” Dawn pleaded. “Pizza is good for you, isn’t? Why can’t we have pizza?”

The older man smiled at them. Faith had jumped into her new roles with gusto, and as much as it amazed him to think it, he was glad she was here. “Pizza does have its merits.”

Dawn stuck her tongue out at Faith, which only caused Faith to smile smugly. “Get a job and you can spend your money on all the junk food you want.”

“Or, I can call Xander and he’ll bring a pizza or two.” Dawn turned and went for the phone on the kitchen wall.

“Yo, ask if him if Willow is still planning on coming over.”

Dawn paused her dialing to frown at Faith. “Leave Willow alone.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Come on, Xander, it’s not that bad,” Willow told him through the door to his room, before leaning against the wall in exasperation.

The door opened and a freshly showered and dressed Xander stepped into his living room. “I’m just tired. I had a hard day at work and I don’t want to spend my evening with Captain Peroxide,” he said as he grabbed his keys.

When the phone rang, Xander smiled and put his keys down. “I need to get that.”

Willow picked up the keys and waited patiently until he was done.

“Dawn wants us to bring pizza. I guess Faith is on a health food kick and Dawn says she’s gonna starve if we don’t bring a couple of pizzas with everything on them.” His eyes got big and he put a finger up. “I’ve got an idea. How about I drop you and the pizzas off and you call me when you want to come home?”

Willow grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him to the door. “Come on. If I have to put up with Faith all night, you can survive a few hours in the company of Spike.”

Xander stopped in the open door way. “Doesn’t it freak you out that Buffy is a vampire?”

Willow’s big eyes watered. “Of course it does, but she’s still our Buffy and I love her no matter what. We haven’t had a chance to have a good talk, but I know this has to be really hard for her. I can’t image the hell she must be going through right now.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Buffy’s moans echoed off the cave-like walls along with the creaks from the bedsprings. She sat straddling a naked Spike who moaned back as he moved his hips below her while she bounced and rocked above. They had gotten up pretty late and they were surprised that Dawn hadn’t tried to wake them. For whatever reason, Dawn was not in the crypt when they woke up a few minutes ago and they’d taken advantage of the situation.

She tilted her head back and closed her eyes when Spike raised his hips and changed the angle. One thing she could say about being a vampire was that the sex was incredible. All her nerve endings were hypersensitive and every bit of pain or pleasure was heightened to levels she’d never thought possible.

Spike let go of her hips and slammed up into her, causing her to fall forward, her head resting next to his on the pillow. Gripping her hips again, he moved at a maddening pace. All she could do was hold on and moan at the ever-building pressure.

She turned her face into his neck and inhaled his natural musky scent. Men spent hundreds of dollars on cologne, trying to get a scent like that and Spike just had it. Buffy was close now and her walls tightened, causing Spike let out a short growl. Her orgasm rushed up on her in waves of exquisite pleasure. Unable to control her actions, she vamped out, her golden eyes focusing on Spike’s smooth white neck. Her mouth flooded with salvia at the thought of sinking her teeth into him.

Frightened by the thought she raised her head and Spike slowed his hips, not stopping, as he gazed back at her with golden eyes of his own.

“Do it,” he commanded softly.

Buffy shook her head.

“I know you want to.” He closed his eyes for a moment and thrust into her, before opening them again. “I want you to.”

On their own, her lips curled back and he let go of one hip to grasp her head. She let him pull her to his neck, but she resisted before her fangs could touch it. She’d never bitten anyone and she was afraid if she did, that she wouldn’t be able to stop.

“Take it, Buffy. It’s all yours, anyway. Please,” he begged as he went still.

Her resistance dissolved at his words, and she sank her fangs into him. Eyes rolling back at the first drop of his blood, she climaxed again. He growled ferociously and bucked wildly underneath her until he was spent as well.

Buffy took a couple of deep pulls and was surprised at how much effort she had to put into getting any, but once Spike’s blood hit the back of her tongue, all thought left her. She’d never once tried drugs, but she imagined that the feeling in her buzzing head was close to what they would feel like. Her head swam and she took swallow after swallow.

In the back of her mind, she knew she should stop, but the instinct to keep going was far too strong. She felt him harden inside of her again and she moved her hips, wanting more.

Spike’s voice sounded far away and weak. “If you want to continue, you’re going to have to stop, love. Or I’ll be too weak.”

His hands went up and lightly pushed on her head and even then, she didn’t want to stop. Easing her fangs out of his flesh, she felt an acute loss. There was no time to dwell on it as Spike began to move below her again. Moving slowly at first, but soon they were both going at a crazed speed until they collapsed together on the bed.

She rolled off him and he put his arms around her and hugged her tight. Still in her vamp face, she looked at the bite marks on his neck. She’d done that. Closing her eyes, she fought to control the possessive feelings that were over taking her. Those were her marks.
Concentrating all her strength and effort into her face, she morphed back and pulled her head away from his neck. Gazing into his gorgeous blue eyes she whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“I’m scared, Spike.”

He moved into a sitting position and leaned against the headboard in exhaustion. “You have nothing to be scared about, pet.”

Sitting up, too, she stared at him. “What I just did. That was the most incredible sensation, the feel of my fangs going into your flesh.” She shivered.

“That’s normal. There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“But, what if I get around Dawn or the others and start to feel that intense need to have that again?”

“You haven’t felt it yet, have you?” Spike ran a hand through her hair and smiled softly at her. “You’ve seen her every day this week and yet not once have you tried to attack her.”

“True, but what if now that I know how it feels, I can’t stop myself?”

“You will stop yourself. Your soul will not let you harm her. You love her.”

“I love you, and yet I still bit you.”

He chuckled. “That’s a little different. You weren’t biting me to get a meal, were you?” She shook her head. “Of course not. It was in the heat of passion and I had to beg you to do it.”

Reaching out to him she lightly touched the open wounds and he closed his eyes. “Does it hurt?”

“No, just the opposite. It would be nice if you’d finished the job and closed up the wounds with your tongue, though.”

She leaned in and stuck her tongue out, but he held her back and let out a short laugh.

“You need to be vamped out in order to close the wound right.”

“I’ll try, but I still can’t just go back and forth.”

“You’ll get it, love. Don’t get discouraged. Just concentrate and give your head a little shake, right quick.”

Doing as he suggested, she went into vamp face and gave him a toothy smile. There was so much left to learn and she didn’t know what she would have done if Spike hadn’t been here with her. She leaned in and lapped at the wound with her roughened tongue. He moaned and she stopped to stare at him.

Tilting her head at him, she asked, “Did that feel good?”

“Oh, God, yes!”

He moaned again when she went back at his neck with her tongue and she had to fight the urge to bite him again. The sounds he was making and the whole experience was turning her on. He gripped her hand as she moved it slowly down his stomach.

“I’m going to need some blood if we’re going to have another go.” He let go of her and leaned his head back on the headboard.

“I’ll be back, then,” she said cheerfully as she hopped up.

Not taking the time to cover up, she climbed the ladder, going straight for the fridge. She moved quickly, knowing that the sun was down already and they needed to hurry if they wanted to get to Dawn’s on time. Just as she pushed the start button on the beat up old microwave, the crypt door opened.

She ducked down and tried to think of what to do next.

“Spike!” Clem called out as he moved towards the makeshift kitchen.

Buffy looked around wildly, crawled to the fridge, and opened it. She closed the door on herself as much as she possibly could, hoping that she was covered enough. Her gold eyes locked with Spike’s wild blue ones as he popped up out of the opening below.

“Clem! I’ll take those.” A half-naked Spike grabbed the two grocery bags from the demon and backed up into the kitchen. He’d only had time to yank his jeans on and Buffy noted through her panic that he looked hot, bare foot and half unzipped.

“I could have done that.”

“Yeah, well listen. See, I have company over and you’ve kind of caught us unawares here.”

Clem leaned to the right and looked past Spike. His red eyes got big when he saw the face of a vampire who was huddled behind the refrigerator door.

“Oh, man, I didn’t know.” Clem backed up. “There’s a poker game on tomorrow, I’ll hold a spot for you if you want in.” Spike nodded yes, so Clem said, “I’ll go now.”

He paused at the door with a wrinkled hand on the handle. Glaring at Spike, he said, “Buffy’s only been gone a couple of weeks. I know you’re evil and all that, but I can’t believe you’ve already found a replacement.”

Clem shook his head and opened the door.

“Thanks for the supplies,” Spike said as the door slammed shut.

Buffy snorted and her platinum blond lover frowned at her. Letting out a giggle and shaking her head quickly, she morphed back into her human face.

“Hush, now. That wasn’t funny,” Spike told her with a grin.

“Oh, yes, it was.”

Clem had come by once before, but she had been downstairs in bed and Spike had rushed up to greet him and help him put supplies away. She would have to face the demon and others soon, but she still wasn’t ready. For some reason it tickled her to think of the wrinkled demon sticking up for a dead slayer and getting all indignant over the fact that Spike had a new lover so soon.

She giggled some more and then doubled over in full out laughter before she could get to the microwave. When she stood up straight, her eyes fell on Spike slumped over a sarcophagus. Grabbing the cup of blood, she quickly made her way to him.

“Here you go.”

He drank it down in three gulps and nearly choked on the last bit when she wrapped her fingers around a couple of belt loops and yanked the unzipped front open wider.

“How long will it take before you’re at full strength?”

He gazed at her with hungry eyes and cupped one of her breasts. “Not long at all.”

“Oh, good, then,” Buffy said sweetly. “Wait! Maybe you should abstain until the proper time of mourning has past. You don’t want to dishonor my memory.”

She snickered and then giggled again at the stern look he gave her.

“I’m not waiting for anyone or anything. We have about fifteen minutes and I’m going to make the most of it.”
He swatted her backside with a resounding slap, and she jumped with a yelp. Narrowing her eyes at him, she attempted a glare, but it was somewhat hard to do while suppressing a smirk. When Spike turned his back on her, she almost felt sorry for the poor unsuspecting vampire.

She bit her lip to keep from laughing, reached out, and yanked his jeans down until they fell at his ankles.

“Hey!” he yelled out.

When he bent down to pull his pants back up, she hauled her hand back and brought it flat against one cheek. The slap rang out over the crypt along with his second, “Hey!”

She laughed and ran for the ladder. “Ooh, that’s gonna leave a mark.”

“You are going to get it!” he said as he turned around and attempted to run after her. He tripped on his forgotten jeans at his ankles and went flying.

Buffy landed on the bed and held a pillow to her stomach, laughing hysterically as Spike let out a string of curses that would even make a truck driver blush.