Fueled Enchantment

I apologize for the lengthy delay in finishing this fic. Sad to say, but real life pretty much sucked for several months. Thanks for all the great reviews, I appreciate them.

Nightmelody

Chapter Thirteen

New Orleans

Spike didn’t dance at the club on Sunday or Monday nights, so he and Buffy often made plans with Dawn and her husband Pierre. Since little Bo had been born, they often had dinner and video’s at home, so they could enjoy the baby.

Tonight Spike had grilled steak and prawns, Dawn and Buffy had made side dishes and dessert. Afterward they watched a comedy while the little guy rolled a baby trike on Buffy’s gleaming inlaid wood floor, to her delight.

Someone knocked on the door. With raised eyebrows, Spike opened the door to admit dark haired y, hy, holding her very limp mate.

Her glance turned to Dawn, and whatever words she had been going to speak remained unuttered as her eyes filled with tears. Dawn’s eyes widened as she recognized the girl at the door.

“So, you’ve been to the swamp witch, haven’t you.” Spike said. He and Buffy took the limp vampire from her arms and placed him in Spike’s recliner. The unconscious vampire looked somewhat different than he had during the time they’d fought the Grimali Queen. His hair was dark blond now, very short at the sides but curly on top. The steel bolts were no longer in his ears, replaced by small gold balls. He was dressed in khaki pants and a light blue shirt.

The dark haired girl wiped her eyes. “Yeah. He seemed okay when it was over, just quiet. Then he just sat at the wheel of the car, not moving, so I got him into the passenger seat and drove back to town. I was going to get him into our motel room, but by the time I got there he was unresponsive. We had your address, so I found you.”

Spike inspected his unconscious twin. “He’s dreaming. Nightmares and such. How long was I out, luv?”

Buffy held her little nephew in her arms. “Three days. I finally figured out that maybe you needed some slayer blood. Once that was in, you woke up. Remember?” Spike shook his head, a negative.

Buffy handed the baby to Dawn and gave the dark haired Buffy a hug. “We have an extra room down stairs. Why don’t you stay with us until he’s better?”

“I was so worried. He did it for me, and if he died or something...”

“He’ll be fine.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Dawn asked.

“Got his soul back. From the witch that did the shape shift spell on you years ago.”

Spike loaded the newly souled vampire over his shoulder and carried him downstairs to the extra bedroom, a simply furnished but attractive room. Then he got the motel keys and directions from dark haired Buffy and promised to return in a short while with their luggage.

“How did you do it?” the dark haired girl took off Spike’s shoes and covered him. “The blood? He seems almost...comatose.”

“Oh. I cut my wrist and pressed it to his mouth. After a while he responded and began to suck, and then he woke up about a day later. He was kind of out of it for a few days. It’s a good thing your Spike doesn’t have a job to go to.”

“Yeah. We lived on money from the Council for a while, and then on Spike’s gambling wins. We have enough to buy a bar, like he ran in Cleveland before he came to this dimension.”

“Really? When he’s better, he should talk to Spike. My Spike. He’s planning on buying the club where he dances. Maybe ....”

“... Maybe they could be partners?” The girls locked green eyes together in silent communication.
Then dark haired Buffy stroked her hand through her mate’s hair. “Well, guess I need to borrow a razor blade, get this guy back on his feet.”

The next day, the newly souled vampire was awake but exhausted and moody. His Buffy insisted he drink more of her blood, which he did. He then fell back into a deep sleep, wrapped around Buffy. She stayed with him for several hours, dozing, and then slipped away to find some food.

She found her twin and Dawn in the kitchen with little Bo, who was devouring small chicken chunks, steamed carrots and thin apple slices.

Buffy immediately rose from the table and poured the dark haired girl two mugs of liquid, one of juice and one of chocolate milk.

“Drink the juice first. I’ll make you some food, too. Eggs with cheese okay?”

“Sure.” Dark haired Buffy gave Dawn a rather shy smile and sat down.

The toddler grabbed a chicken chunk and made a growling noise–and then he was no longer a little boy but a small fuzzy linx cub. Chicken chunk clamped in his teeth, he leaped down from his high chair and headed out the kitchen. Dawn tore after him. “Just wait until your father gets back,” she hollered.

“That would be why Dawn and Pierre aren’t able to find good childcare.” Buffy explained to her wide eyed twin. “Me and Spike and her inlaws all take turns babysitting when they need someone. Can’t take your eyes off him for a minute! And we all just found out that Dawn is expecting again!”

Dark haired Buffy’s eyes filled with tears. “Oh, that is so wonderful. My Dawn–and Spike’s–my Spike’s–they both died, with Glory.”

Buffy sat a plate of eggs and toast down in front of her.

“You know, we need to do something about the name situation. Most people call me Bethy. Except Spike. And he goes by Dan, the name on his id papers.”

“We’re Anne and William Winters on our passports.”

Dawn returned carrying her grinning human child. She buckled him into his highchair once again.

“Good, then I’ll start calling you Anne. Do you think Spi–William will want to stick around New Orleans?”

Buffy/Anne gave a small smile. “I think he’ll do anything I want him to do.”

Bethy gave a laugh. “Well, you sound spoiled and sassy. Good for you.”

“If you stick around I might ask you to babysit now and then. This kid needs a slayer around. I swear, he wears me out.”Dawn said, flopping dramatically into a chair.

“Whiney butt,” Bethy said affectionately, pouring Dawn a big glass of chocolate milk. All three giggled.

“I wonder how Buffy three is doing, back in her dimension.” Buffy/Anne said.

“I think she’s doing just fine. She and her Spike were really tight before they left, and the spell opened a portal that they stepped through together, so there was no chance of a separation.” Bethy said.

“That’s good. I’m glad they are together.”

“By the way,” Bethy said. “When my Spike woke up he had a really hard time believing I was with him. He kept thinking that he’d somehow coerced me into being with him, against my will. I had to, um, convince him.” She winked. “If you know what I mean.”

Dawn snorted into her chocolate milk.


Buffy/Anne grinned. “Thanks for the tip. I’d better go check on him.”

She slipped down stairs and found her Spike tossing and writhing on the bed in another soul inspired dream.

“Spike, honey, you need to wake up. Come on. You need a shower, you smell like swamp water.” She hoisted him up to a sitting position and began to take off his shirt.

His eyelids fluttered, giving her a glimpse of blue. “Buffy,” he groaned.

“Yes, it’s me. Now stand up so I can get your pants off.”

He stood obediently like a little child, lifting each foot at her word. She guided him to the bathroom next door and started the shower while he leaned back against the wall, eyes shut.

She undressed and then slipped an arm around his waist, one bare breast against his back. He drew in a breath and stood up tall.

Buffy peeked around him to see if anything else was standing up. Yes, he’d noticed her nakedness.

“Come on , big guy, into the shower.” She directed him to the large shower stall.

“You should go,” He said, his voice husky.

“No I should not. You’re in this state because of me, and I’m making sure you’re all right.”

“Buffy, you don’t have to stay with me. I know what I am. A filthy, disgusting–“

“–No! You’ve changed. You’ve become good. And this soul will make your changes easier, in the long run. It’s just a shock to your system. It’ll get better.”

Spike gave a sob. “Don’t deserve you. You need something better than a monster like me.” His eyes were now open, looking at her in despair and sorrow.

“Nonsense,” she replied in a firm voice. Warm water pounded them from different directions. She lathered her hands with shower gel and began to rub it into his chest. She could feel him quivering under her hands. His eyes fluttered shut as he groaned. “You’ve brought me joy, and security, and... pleasure. A life like I was afraid to even dream of having. I thought all I had to look forward to was eternal rest.”

Her hands glided over his hard muscular breasts, and she circled his nipples with soapy fingers. He gasped, and his whole body jerked.

“But now I have so much more to look forward to– days and night of pleasure.” Her hand slid down to the rigid column that had risen against his belly.

He hissed and tried to brush her hands away, but when she squeezed and explored his length, he slumped against the wall, his hands fisting at his side. “Buffy, I can’t stop you. I always want you. Can’t help it. But it isn’t right. You need some body good.”

“Don’t you decide what I need. I’ll decide all on my own. And I want you. Every day.” She slid down his body. Her mouth found his silky head, and her hands slid between his thighs.

He slid down the wall. Buffy’s mouth lowered with him, and continued to work him, small nibbles up an down his length, wild licks around his head, followed by hard suction.

“Look at me,” she commanded, straddling him and cupping his face in her hands. “Look into my eyes. Don’t you look away, Spike. This is important. You and me together–it means everything to me. I’m not going to lose you.”

She slid slowly onto his shaft as she spoke, not taking her eyes from his. Tears slid down his cheeks. “ Buffy, I’m not good.”

“Yes you are. You chose to be good. You are my love.”

He crushed her to him, and his lips met hers in a deep, longing kiss. “Love you so much, Buffy.” He groaned. His hands found her hips, and they moved together, kissing.

“You’re mine,” She whispered against his mouth as her inner muscles began to contract around his shaft. “Bite me,” she demanded, and bit his neck.

“My own love,” he whispered, and then he bit, and burst within her as her blood spurted into his mouth.

“Always,” she said.

***
Los Angeles, another dimension, Wolfram and Hart.

Angel looked at the email on his screen in shock. “I should have known.” He grabbed his phone. “Call off the Buffy Summers investigation. She wasn’t lost, just shackin’ up with Spike.” He slammed the receiver down.


Across the ocean, Dawn grinned at her computer screed pid picked up the phone. “Hey, Giles. I heard from Buffy. She’s fine. Something about a dimensional glitch. Oh, and she’s not returning to England. She’s taken a job with Spike William’s Investigations. She’ll send her resignation along in a day or two...Yeah, it’s Spike. Apparently they are an item. Again.” Dawn held the phone away from her ear to save her hearing, and disconnected with a grin.



The End