The Witch, The Warrior, and the Vampire

Prologue

In the alley beside the Bronze, there were three figures. One was leaning nonchalantly against the building smoking a cigarette, the second flying through the air to land roughly against the dumpster, while the third figure wasing ing forward with stake in hand to dust the fallen vampire. The smoker started clapping.

"Well luv, I do believe that's the first time I've ever seen you do that."

"Oh, and what's that?"

"Dust a vamp without one pun, joke, or snide remark."

"Oh yeah," Buffy murmured seductively as she slithered towards Spike with a menacing gleam in her eyes, "Well maybe I was saving that for you," she whispered into his ear. "You know, Slaying always makes me hungry or horny," she purred as she ran her tongue along the edge of the vampire's ear. "And I just ate dinner with Dawn before patrol." Her hands ran across his muscular chest, down his arms, and stopped on the waistband of his black jeans. She hooked one finger at the top of the button and leaned in towards him.

Spike flattened himself against the wto cto create space between himself and the Slayer before he replied. “Yeah? Thought we were finished. That you were using me and it was killing you?”

Spike had stood there taking in the fight he had just witnessed and her approach to him. He had been watching her in the alley for the entire fight. He had no plans of seeing her tonight. Hell he never had plans to see her. Bloody bint, wouldn't allow them to have plans. He was bored and lonely, that's all. Sitting around in his crypt all day, Passions had been pre-empted for some stupid political thing, he was out of fresh blood in the fridge, and he ached all over from the last time he saw her.

He had gone out tonight for fresh blood, some smokes, and maybe a beer from the Bronze. And there she was, his love, his heart, his sunlight, his soul, easily fighting and staking three vampires dumb enough or young enough not to know better than to stay away from the Bronze. Taking another drag on the cigarette, and trying to ignore Buffy's ministrations to his body, he caught himselminiminiscing about the last time he had seen her.

That Friday night, he had been walking home through his cemetery, minding his own business when suddenly he was kicked in the chest with enough force to knock him down. As he shouted, "Bloody Hell! Woman, what is your problem" Buffy had started tearing off his clothes, so he reciprocated and tore her clothes off as well. Each time shehad the opportunity, she kicked him, punched him and clawed at him. By the time she threw him through the door of his own crypt, he was naked except for his boots, and then she had pounced and fucked him out of his mind. God it had been wonderful, but deep down his heart was breaking in two. She didn't want him. Not really
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He was pondering his own reactions to her when she backhanded him and pressed her stake against his heart.

"What is your problem? Can't you hear?"

"Hear what, pet? I must have been daydreaming."

"I said, ‘you evil dsucdsucking fiend. I want to fuck and I want to fuck right here, right now’. So unless you want this stake through some part of your anatomy that will maim you, but not kill you, I suggest you make this Slayer happy, and do what I say. NOW."

Spike sighed. He should be used to this by now. He really should, the “breakup” had changed nothing. After all she came at him like this at least three times a week for the past several months, but it would be nice to be with the love of his unlife one time, just ONE BLOODY TIME without a DEATH THREAT hanging in the air against him. Just once without her pummeling him. Granted, he was a vampire and pain did turn him on, but he had so much more to offer this vibrant, beautiful woman. His anger at the situation overwhelmed him, and his demon took over. He grabbed her by the shoulders, heedless of where the stake was, and slammed her hard against the wall. He tried to kiss her, but she just turned away. Growling with frustration, anger, and the pain in his heart, he pulled out his rock hard cock, ripped off her panties and pounded into her so hard it bruised her pelvis.

Buffy was pinned against the wall, and the rest of the world spun away as Spike did exactly what she wanted him to do. Thank you, God, Powers, whoever or whatever you are, thank you for letting me feel this. It wasn't much, but it was better than anything else she felt, which was nothing. Spike reached between her legs and pinched her clit, digging his short ragged fingernails into her tender, swollen, and wet flesh. She was flying.

"Harder, harder, that's it…come on Spike fuck me…” She opened her eyes and looked at him. It wasn't the face she wanted to see, it was his human face and his deep, beautiful blue eyes were full of pain, longing, and love as he pounded into her and continued working her clit. She didn't want Spike, the man who thought he loved her, she wanted Spike the demon incapable of love, so she backhanded him again said in low deadly tones, "I said fuck me you nasty, soulless demon, so quit acting like a pussy and FUCK. ME. NOW."

The demon leapt out of Spike as he narrowed his golden eyes at her, growling low in his chest, pinning her against the wall by her shoulders. He drew her legs over his shoulders and slammed into her with a force that would've broken a normal human's pelvis. He heard her before she heard herself. The keening wail that crept up the back of her throat before it exploded into a scream that reverberated against the walls in the alley. Her muscles squeezed him with a strength that would have hurt a human. She leaned forward and clamped her teeth around his jugular. The feel of her orgasm, combined with her deadly grip on his neck, sent Spike over the edge.

Before the spasms from her orgasm stopped she punched him again, got her feet on the ground, adjusted her clothing, and picked up her stake. She walked behind him, pressed the stake into his back and said, "You did better last time. Next time I tell you to fuck me and you hesitate, I will kill you." She pushed the stake into his duster to emphasize the point as she continued, "Stay away from my sister, stay away from my friends, and if I see you before I want to, you'll think you got off easy with Glory."

She spun on her heel and walked back into the Bronze to meet her friends. Spike simply sighed, put his clothes back in order, lit another cigarette and walked back towards his crypt. He knew better than to go into the Bronze; he didn't take her threat lightly.

What neither of them noticed during their wild coupling was the man standing in the shadows with a look of disgust, shock, and anger on his face.