Nocturnal Bravura Book Three: Children Of Destiny

Duty Calls

Lizzie walked back to her crypt, a million thoughts plaguing her mind. She wondered how she ended up here? How she gone from Elizabeth Summers; happy teenage girl in love with the most beautiful man she had ever met to this…A vampire with a soul torn between two loves.

More importantly; the bringer of the latest apocalypse.

She sat down closing her eyes, taking in the scent of the night. She smiled softly.

“Hello, Spike.”

Spike took a step into the moonlight. “I wasn’t spying or anything. I was feeling a bit peckish and looking for someone to eat,” Spike announced, kicking the dust at his feet much like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar.

“Yeah, you’re gonna get real far looking in a cemetery,” Lizzie chuckled.

Spike came and sat next to her, smiling. “Always had my number didn’t you Luv?” He teased.

Lizzie looked up at him, her eyes serious. “And you always had mine.”

Their eyes locked for a moment. They inched closer, leaning in for a kiss like it was the most natural thing in the world to do. But then they did what felt most unnatural and pulled away from each other. They looked up at the stars to avoid looking at each other..

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like for us if this hadn’t happened?” Lizzie asked, her eyes tracing the line of the Big Dipper.

Spike said nothing. He watched as Lizzie got a far away look in her eyes. It reminded him too much of earlier times when she was so lost. He should not have come.

“She would have been walking by now,” Lizzie said softly.

Spike gasped the closed his eyes. He thought of the life they could have had with the child Lizzie was so convinced would have been a girl. He thought of what kind of a father he would have been. He could almost feel the tiny phantom replica of the women he loved in his arms.

“Don’t do this, luv,” he pleaded.

“If I had been stronger…If I had been more careful...” Lizzie said, shaking her head.

He grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him. “Dammit, stop! It’s not your fault. None of this is. It’s mine and that stupid Slayer destiny,” Spike spat out.

Lizzie touched his face. “How is it you are still so angry about that?”

“How is it you still feel so guilty about everything?” Spike gently challenged.
“Touché, Randolph,” she teased.

They smiled at each other then turned away, suddenly uncomfortable.

“You felt me didn’t you?”

Spike nodded. “I wasn’t trying to, but I felt your despair. I couldn’t not come. Beautiful damsel in distress. You know, duty calls and all that rubbish,” he quipped.

Lizzie put her head on his shoulder. He tried not to show his reaction to her but failed. She needed him tonight and he knew it.

“What’s got you in such a tizzy tonight?” he asked, concerned.

“Everything. Nothing. It’s hard to explain.” Lizzie said, closing her eyes.

“Lizzie...”

“I know. I love you, too, Spike.” She got to her feet and looked down at him.

Moving his hands from his knees, she sat down sideways on his lap, resting her head on his shoulder. It was so achingly familiar that Spike could only close his eyes and hold her to him.

“I’m trying to stay away. I really am. I keep telling myself it’s for the best, but I’ve never been much of a thinker. Even when I was alive, I always followed my blood; which didn’t necessarily flow in the direction of my brain,” Spike smirked.

Lizzie laughed. “You forget I was there.”

Spike held her chin and stared into her eyes. “Would never forget that, Lizzie. I don’t think I truly existed until I walked out on that porch that day and laid eyes on you,” he confessed.

“Everything is spinning out of control. I don’t know how much time we have left,” she whispered.

“What do you mean, luv?”

“There is this scroll. Giles is trying to figure it out. Apparently we are part of some ancient line that is supposed to bring the Apocalypse forth.” Lizzie said.

Spike began to shake. He thought of his dream. Of Lizzie dying in front of him. He spun her around in his arms and kissed her in desperation.

“Nothing will happen to you, do you hear me?” he growled.

She bit her lip knowing that he was just trying to reassure her. She knew better than that, though. Being the bringer of an Apocalypse never ended well for the deliverer. She knew there was not much time. She knew she was being selfish, but it didn’t matter. If they were going to meet their end because of some damned prophecy, he had to know. She had to show him how much she truly loved him.
She rose to her feet once more and took his hands in hers, pulling him to stand before her.

“Lizzie…”

“Don’t, Spike. Don’t think. Take me to our bed. Just this once, let me feel what we had before,” Lizzie pleaded.

It was a short walk to the mansion and no words passed between them, but both were aware of the anticipation and blinding need that sang through their blood.
Lizzie had to smile when he led her into their old bedroom. The memories were still here, the bitter as well as the sweet. She pushed them all out of her mind, determined not to let anything spoil what might be their last time. Her hands shook slightly as she began undoing the buttons on her top.

Spike stepped forward. "No. Let me." His hands trembled as he took over, sliding the clothes from her; kissing each bit of skin as it was revealed to him. With unerring accuracy his lips found his mark on her neck and he growled as he licked and sucked at it.

She arched against him, a ragged sigh escaping her. She tore at his clothes, desperate to feel his cool skin sliding against hers. At last the final barrier was gone and she pushed him down on the bed, moving to straddle his body with cat-like grace.

“I love you, Spike,” she whispered as she worshipped him with her mouth; wet sliding kisses as she worked her way across his chest and down the sculpted muscles of his abdomen. He moaned hoarsely, bucking his hips upward as he felt her cool, moist mouth envelope his penis. She used all the skills he had so patiently taught her to drive him insane with need. Long, slow sucks on the tip, teasing nibbles on the thick shaft, one small hand cupping and massaging his sac while the other wrapped around the base and pumped with a slow twisting motion.

Spike felt his sac tighten and fisted his hands in her hair, roaring as he came.
Lizzie held him tightly when he tried to pull out, her throat working to swallow each burst of his seed. She stared up at him with lust filled eyes as he collapsed back onto the bed and leisurely cleaned him with her tongue before crawling back up to lay at his side. They kissed; a clash of lips and tongues flavored with the salt of his spending and the tears she couldn’t hold back.

Spike wrapped his arms around her and rolled until he lay above her. After denying himself for so long, he was intoxicated by the scent of his mate as she writhed beneath him. He could sense the desperation in her. He felt it himself. His demon was demanding that he take her. There was just the faintest hint of William’s signature floating around her like a fine mist and the demon was enraged by it. It clamored for him to re-claim her; consume her as she consumed him. Spike pushed it back ruthlessly. He would reaffirm his claim over her later if need be.

Right now he was determined to give her what she needed from him. Love.

Lizzie felt his mouth on her breasts and sank her fingers into his hair, holding him to her as he nibbled and sucked a path between their fullness. His hand skimmed over the soft skin of her stomach blazing a path that his lips and tongue followed.

She mewled, tossing her head back and forth as he teased her, nipping her outer lips before his fingers parted the silky wetness of her slit. His rough tongue flicked tauntingly against her throbbing little nub as he pushed two fingers inside her, twisting them to massage her sweet spot.

She screamed her release and clamped down on his fingers, her body bowing off the mattress as he buried his face and lashed at her clit, refusing to cease his sweet torture. She came a second time, sobbing his name and gasping for un-needed breath.

He moved back up and entered her in one swift thrust, growling possessively as he sheathed himself inside her. He rested his forehead against hers and their eyes locked as they moved together. As always, he was stunned by the depth of the love and adoration that shone from her eyes. “Your mine, Lizzie! You’ll always be mine!”

“I’m yours. I’ve always been yours,” she cried. “I was made for you. I’m nothing without you, Spike. I love you.”

With a tilt of her head, Lizzie invited him to reaffirm his claim. Her body shuddered as she neared another orgasm. She was stunned when Spike shook his head, fighting back his demon. “What’s wrong, baby? Please, I know you want to!” she begged.

“NO!” Spike growled. “This isn’t about claiming. This is about US! God, Lizzie. My Princess…love you so much baby…”

Lizzie cried out once more as she reached the peak and they fell over together, bodies spiraling into a blissful black oblivion.

They lay quietly, staring at each other for a long time. Finally, she pushed him over onto his back and settled against his chest. Tears stung her eyes as Spike wrapped his arms tightly around her.

“Though lovers be lost, love shall not,” she whispered, closing her eyes.

This time Spike did not smile. He was too afraid. Afraid for his Lizzie. He could feel her loss of hope. The resignation she felt in knowing that she would be meeting her end. Silently he vowed he would do anything; even take on Lucifer himself, to prevent that from happening.

He thought to all the pain and despair he’d had to endure while in the hell dimension. As bad as it had been, he could live with that. But if Lizzie should die...he knew he would walk out into the sunrise and turn into dust if he had to exist in a world without her. He was his blood. His perfect Princess. No one would take her away from him.

He stared up at the ceiling, closing his eyes as his hands sifted through the silk of her hair.

“And death shall have no dominion.”

***

Lizzie watched Spike sleep. She knew he would be enraged to wake and find her gone, but now more than ever she knew she had to try to stand on her own to feet.

It was her duty.

She thought back to Spike’s sarcastic quip.

When duty calls and all that rubbish...