Memory Redux

A/N: Yikes, it’s been awhile. A couple of things before the chapter.

I am changing my email to a different one so I don’t get sued. Just kidding, I hope ;) Really, my email has been acting up again so I am changing to my website server. The suing joke was because I know I lost Evilawyer’s email to be put on the update list. Sorry.

So *Evilr* (r* (love the name), if you would drop the lawsuit and send me your addy again, I will put it on the list.

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Chapter 16: “Cozy Trunk with a View”

When the car stopped, Spike heard a key enter the trunk’s lock and then the lid cracked open three to four inches, enough that he could look out. The vampire was more than ready to have a go at his captors and then make tracks back to Beth. ASAP and then some. He smiled as he pictured throats ripped out and blood raining down on their own car. But then he heard another car pull up. ‘This little New Year’s Eve drama was getting better and better,’ Spike thought with a snort. ‘There had only been five demons. No problem, but now, fuck!’ He wasn’t looking forward to any additional demon buddies coming to share this vampire entrée, but regardless of their numbers, he was determined to get it done and get gone. First he planned to hit the bleedin’ bastard who opened the trunk, with the lid, below the jaw.

‘Showtime!’ Spike shoved the trunk lid up and hit…uhmm…hit nothing. Huh? The vampire sat up in the now open trunk and was stunned to find himself looking at not the front but at the back of five demons. Only five, as before at the party. So no surprise in numbers, but instead of gawking at their intended meal as Spike expected, all five pwrhors were looking intently in the opposite direction. The five ts wts were listening to some bird he assumed arrive in the new car to the scene.

Spike could hear her voice clearly since she was shouting. Not some bird’s voice, but his girl’s voice. At first, he was too stunned to do anything but watch Beth walk around the front of his car. The headlights backlit her clothing, or more accurately, her lack of clothing, displaying to all the leering demons an arousing view of her arse. Bugger. Just what he needed tonight, a new problem. What had wanted was to ring in the New Year with his arms wrapped around her body. But now he wanted…no demanded that the only demon present to get a painful hard-on looking at such a view of Beth was him and only him.

Before the trunk was unlocked, he just wanted a good, quick row and then race back to Beth. Beth who should have still been at the party, not prancing around out in the country side. Simple plan, simple solution with a bit of refreshing spot of violence thrown in. But now Spike burned for a brutal brawl, severed body parts flying and other bonuses with the sole objective to painfully destroying all five of the pwrhors who dared to ogle his Beth. And then he would take a moment to have a few words with miss bikini model at this demon convention.

But foremost, Beth was in danger which she probably suspected but just didn’t know how much. These demons ate dead flesh and were not above fucking their food before killing it for fresh, dead flesh. Try saying that three times fast before puking. No way was he going to lose Beth to those sick bastards on the same day that she had declared her love for him, or any day for that matter. No bloody way on earth. Spike was out numbered five to one, but pwrhors were not particularly know as good fighters. Five freaks with long hair hiding their small black horns so they could move among humans. Not a worry there except…the demons were between Beth and him. ‘Why do all the “excepts” soddin’ suck like a whore blowing a good paying john?’

Growling low in his throat, Spike started climbing out of his comfy cozy prison as the pwrhors began walking toward the woman he called his mate. A mating that had never been consummated in blood, only in words, but without a doubt, this vampire still considered Beth his own.

Now Spike didn’t care if he killed the wankers or not; he just wanted Beth safe. As a result, his fight moves, kicks, spins, punches all blended into a lethal blur. Coming up behind two of the pwrhors, Spike took down the first one down with a sharp kick aimed at the side of his right knee. The demon went down screaming. Before that one hit the ground, the vampire followed higher and clipped a second demon on the side of the head. As the second tried to keep his feet but still fell to his knees, a third pwrhor joined the fray. He jumped on Spike’s back; however, the vampire used the demon’s momentum to flip him over onto land on his back with a thump.

By this time, the first pwrhor was back on his feet and hit Spike in the side of his jaw with a right cross. Spike’s head snapped back, but then he hit the would-be Rocky where he hoped the demon’s kidney was located. He knew that the punch had found its target when Spike was rewarded with a squealing scream.

Smiling, Spike turned back to find number two pwrhor up on his feet and coming back for more. He swung around in a neat spin and took the legs out from under number two. Using his Doc Marten steel toed shoes he always wore on jobs, Spike kicked the fallen demon in the head as he lay on the ground. Judging from the satisfying crunch of bone, that demon was no longer in the game.

The third was still stumbling around holding his side from Spike’s kidney punch. Taking advantage of the demon with his guard down, Spike knocked the pwrhor with the back of his fist against his temple. The now unconscious demon rolled down to rest half in and half out of the ditch which ran along the side of the road.

Regardless, Spike never saw where the demon came to rest, or cared for that mattered. He turned immediately, fighting stance ready, searching for the fourth and fifth demons to take out. His eyes swept the area between the two cars and found Beth still on her feet. Glad for Beth but shocked she was the only one he saw standing, Spike stood up straight and surveyed the area again lit by the bright glare of his car’s headlights. One, two, three, four and five. Yes, five pwrhors all lying on the ground. Beth was the only one standing besides. She stood with the other two demons out cold crumpled on the ground at her feet. What he also saw was Beth grinning at him from across the fallen bodies. She looked mussed but exhilarated at the same time, energized power rolling off of her in waves.

Then Spike watched as his glorious goddess’ expression clouded over into a hostile glare. Brows knitted together in a “v”. Wrinkles between her eyes. Hands on her hips. Spike knew that the last position when done by a woman never boded well for any man or demon.

When Beth started walking towards him, he met her half way. His plan was…well…err…flattery, of course. That should help distract her from whatever had her in such a tiff. “You are so beautiful, Buf…Right. Beautiful. Georgeous”. wincwinced and made a note to not just mentally but physically kick the bloody hell out of himself later. ‘Good catch, you fucking git,’ Spike scolded himself. ‘What a colossally stupid slip of the tongue.’ All this time with Beth over the past months, he had never come close to using her past name, Buffy. But tonight when he looked at her after the fight with two demons that she had taken out lying at her feet, strength radiating from her, he almost made his first mistake. But with good reason. As she marched her way through the bodies towards him like she had down so many times in a Sunnydale cemeterys mis mind slipped back to that old reality. For the first time since knowing Buffy as Beth, the two realities had blended together. Spike saw Buffy approaching him. Not a Beth with a sheltered life, but a very kick-ass Beth. ‘What the hell is going on?’

Stepping over two of the bodies, Beth marched straight up to Spike with her hazel eyes flashing, and with an open hand, she hit him on the shoulder, causing Spike to stager back a couple of steps. “What did you think you were doing with all those skanks pawing and hanging all over you? And answer with details, mister.”

As Spike caught his balance, his eyes shot open as far as possible. “Let me get this straight. Just now, you kicked the shit out of two wankers, knocking them out cold, and now all you want to talk about is some meaningless birds back at that poncy party? AND, I didn’t let them hang on me, leaving me with no details to tell.”

“Assuming that your ‘birds’ don’t have feathers but tits, and then yeah, this inquiring minds want to know details.” She closed the distance between them again, and this time, sharply poked her index finger into his chest. “And not making with the hanging? Ding, ding, ding. Sooo wrong an answer. They weren’t just hanging all over you, but your ear should still be dripping spit s the the blonde’s tongue was in your ear long enough. And for the record - eewww. They fondled you, and you were drooling over them.”

“Drooling? DROOLING? Look, the brunette tart was the sister to the skip that we were after tonight. Of course, I flirted with that silly bint to get into the party, which was the best place to get information and to wait for her stupid git of a brother to return.”

“No way you’re getting out of this, mister. The only person allowed to rub their tits, kiss your cheek or anything else is me, which I might add would be yummy, but not some too tight clothes, white trash, shoveled on makeup sluts.”

Spike took a chance, hoping that his nose wouldn’t end up bleeding, and reached out and put his hands on her hips. When her hands didn’t fist up, Spike assumed the chance paid off so far. Relaxing a little, he pulled her closer but still left three or finchinches between them so he could still see her expression which was still unclear. He leaned down and lightly brushed a kiss on the tip of her nose. “Weren’t you listening this morning, pet?”

“Yeah I…huh?” With her confusion evident on her face, Beth pulled back from him.

“You were there, kitten. You were naked and gorgeous, and you heard me. So remember. We did that whole “I love you” and “I love you, too” bit?” Opening her mouth, she started to reply, but he cut her off when he snatched another quick kiss. “I meant it. I. Love. You. And I do mean you as in only you. Those bints could have been the playmates of the years 2001, 2002, and 2003, all naked, taking turns straddling my lap like I was ole’ Saint Nick as they beg for new dildos for Christmas. Now listen up, pet. I only think of you, only want to see you, only want to be with you.”

“Well…I…uh…” Beth wasn’t sure what to say and was too choked up anyway so she placed her hands flat on William’s chest and let her kiss, her lips, her tongue say everything she couldn’t find the words to say.

For the millionth time, she wondered how she had ever been so lucky to find this man. When she finally pulled back, Beth looked him in the eyes. “Sorry Girl here. I do love you and trust you. The green-eyed monster of jealousy will be taking a hike now. Bye-bye.” She slipped her arms behind his neck and showed him some more how she felt about him.

When they broke apart, Spike gave her a sexy smirk. “’Too tight clothes, white trash, shoveled on makeup sluts?’ Bit harsh, don’t you think, kitten? But tits rubbing and cheek kissing sounds good to me if they’re from you. I would love to feel a demonstration when we get back to my flat.” Spike gave her a smile as he wiggled his eyebrows.

With a sparkle in her eyes, Beth slowly licked her upper lip and raised a questioning eyebrow. “Am I kissing the cheeks north or south?”

Who could resist her playful, sexy side? Spike knew he couldn’t. “Hmm, let’s start north and then you can work your way southward. Then I’ll take my turn.”

Buffy laughed and when she spoke again, pure happiness was evident in her voice, “William, how can I help but love you?”

Her words washed over him and finished as a tingling of wonder. Buffy had worked so hard not to love him where Beth couldn’t seem to help it admits it. In this reality, he was blessed. What he never had with Buffy was coming to him ten fold with Beth. With that in his heart, Spike’s voice came out hoarse with emotion, “I love you, too, pet. Always remember that I love you.” He drew her back tight against his body for a kiss.

After much hands groping and tongues dueling, the pair heard one of Spike’s kidnappers moan. “Pet, I think that pain filled sound is our cue to leave.”

“I think you may be right.” Rising up on the balls of her feet, Beth placed a light kiss on his cheek before walking with him, hand in hand, back to his car. Spike only dropped her hand long enough to lean down to the guy groaning, pulled him up by the shirt and punched him again. Beth gave him a look that clearly conveyed, ‘what was that for?’ Spike just shrugged. “Don’t think he got enough sleep. Wouldn’t want the bugger to wake up too early and be all cranky.”

As Buffy passed through the bodies, she noticed what looked to be a black horn protruding from behind one of the fallen guy’s ear, but William pulled her along before she could get a better look. Spike really didn’t want to explain why these wankers had little black horns, were not humans but demons, and why they wanted to eat her undead boyfriend for their New Years Eve celebration.

TBC

What happens next with Beth’s memory? Ha, don’t you wish you knew. (evil laugh)

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