Surprise Innocence Twisted

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“I have your package.” Dalton said nervously holding up the box for inspection.

”Just put it on the table... near the other gifts.” He said dismissively and turned back to Drucilla. “Are you dead set on this, pet? Wouldn't you rather have your party in Vienna?”

”But the invitations are sent.” She pouted.

”Yeah. It's just I've had it with this place. Nothing ever comes off like it's supposed to.” He wrapped his arm around her waist.

”My gatherings are always perfect. Remember Spain? Hey... The bulls?” She asked dreamily.

”I remember, sweet. But Sunnydale's cursed for us. Angel and the Slayer see to that.”

”Shhh... I've got good games for everyone.”

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“Jenny Calendar.” Enyos said softly.

“You startled me.” She jumped slightly.

”You look well.”

”Yes, I'm fine. I know I haven't written as much lately. I've been busy.”

”I cannot imagine what is so important to make you ignore the responsibility to your people.”

”Well, I've been working and...”

”The elder woman has been reading signs. Something is different.”

”Nothing has changed. The curse still holds.”

”The elder woman is never wrong. She says his pain is lessening. She can feel it.”

”There is... A girl.”

”What? How could you let this happen?”

”I promise you. Angel still suffers. And he makes amends for his evil. He even saved my life.”

”So you just forget that he destroyed the most beloved daughter of your tribe?! That he *killed* every man, woman and child that touched her life?! Vengeance demands that his pain be eternal as ours is! If this, this girl gives him one *minute* of happiness, it is one minute too much!”

”I'm sorry. I thought...”

”You thought what?! You thought you are Jenny Calendar now?! You are still Janna, of the Kalderash people! A Gypsy.”

”I know... Uncle. I know.”

”Then prove it. Your time for watching is past. The girl and him, it ends now! Do what you must to take her from him!”

”I will see to it.”

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“Well, that's not a perky birthday puppy.” Xander murmured.

”So much for our surprise party. I bought little hats and everything.”

”Mm-hm.”

”Oh, well. I guess I'll tell Cordelia.” Willow said sadly.

”No, you won't. We're having a party tonight.” Giles said.

”Looks like Mr. Caution Man, but the sound he makes is funny.” Xander joked.

”Buffy's surprise party will go ahead as we planned. Except I won't be wearing the little hat.” Giles said pointedly looking at Xander when he spoke the last part.

”But Buffy and Angel...” Willow said softly.

”May well be in danger... as they have been before, and, I imagine, will be again. One thing I've learned in my tenure here on the Hellmouth is that there is no good time to relax. And Buffy's turning 17 just this once, and she deserves a party.”

”You're a great man of our time.” Xander said clapping the watcher on the back.

Willow nodded. “And anyway, Angel's coming. So she'll be able to protect him *and* have cake.”

”Precisely.” Giles said

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“Are we goin' to the Bronze?” Buffy asked suspiciously.

”I'm not sure. Giles gave me an address. I'm just following his directions.” Jenny said pretending she knew nothing.

”This looks funky. Stop for a sec.” Buffy said, eyes following the vamp that was running away with a funny shaped box.

”No, Buffy, maybe you shouldn't.” Jenny said even as she slowed down.

”Sorry. Sacred duty, yada yada yada. I’ll be back once I find out what he’s up to…”

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“Where is she?” Angel asked pacing.

”Shhh! I think I hear her coming.” Willow said glancing at the door.

“Jenny? Where’s Buffy?” Giles said moving closer to his girlfriend.

“She had to run off…sacred duty thing…” Jenny shrugged. “Said she’d meet us here when she found out what he was up to…”

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The rain was really coming down. She was already soaked to the bone. ‘Damnit.’ She had just lost sight of Dalton. Her prey. Then she felt him. The tingling and fire set to her body that only one vampire could produce. “Spike? What the hell are you doing here?” She asked angrily turning in his direction.

“Come to see if I’d have myself a real good day…” He said mockingly taking a step closer. “Heard you were around…Dalton told me. Said you were hunting him down like a dog. Looking for a fight Slayer?” He grinned and bounced lightly on the balls of his feet.

“Spike…go away…” She rolled her eyes and tried to walk past him.

Spike grabbed her with one arm and punched with the other, connecting with her cheek. She felt the searing pain as it exploded against the side of her face, her eye auticalically tearing up. Shrugging against the pain she turned to face him and let loose a flurry of punches and kicks. Spike tried to counter, blocking some shots and getting in a few of his own.

Out of nowhere he landed a powerful kick to her stomach. She cried out and doubled over in pain. ‘Mmmm. Slayer blood.’ He grinned. Moving behind her he pulled her flush with his body. Her head lolled back against his shoulder. She wheezed trying to catch her breath.

She turned away from him, exposing her bare neck. ‘This is it. I’m going to die. On my 17th birthday. I’m sorry Giles.’ She felt the tears running down her face mixing with the rain, and let out a silent sob. For all of the things she never got to experience before she died. ‘I’m so sorry mom.’

Spike leaned over her exposed throat. Inhaling her scent his eyes were drawn to the pulse point pounding in her neck. He could feel the blood rushing under the surface. He could smell it, begging for him to taste it. He could see the pulse point jumping and twitching. His tongue snaked out before he could stop himself and he traced the thrumming surface, tasting her rain-soaked skin. ‘What the bloody hell?’ He felt himself harden. He wrapped his arms tighter around the shivering girl.

‘Why isn’t he biting me?’ She wondered seconds before she felt it. His tongue licking her neck seductively and something hard and unyielding pressing against her lower back. ‘Oh my god! He’s about to Kill me and it’s turning him on.’

“Cold luv?” He asked suddenly bringing his wrinkled forehead in contact with the wet skin pulsing on her neck.

“Why do you care?” She asked angrily trying to push away from him.

“Oh no. None of that Slayer.” He growled softly. Her pushing against him was rubbing right against the part he wanted her to be rubbing. ‘What? No. No rubbing from the slayer.’ He thought angrily bringing his fangs down against her neck.

She could feel the points of his incisors against her neck. But he wasn’t biting her. He was… ‘what the hell is he doing?’ She thought franticly.

His hand came up and caressed her breast through her shirt. “Mmmm Slayer…”

“Spike what are you…” Her words stopped when she felt his lips press down against her tender neck. Peppering her skin with tiny kisses and sending sparks of fire rushing to the pit of her stomach.
“So…soft…and…warm…” He growled against her skin between kisses.

“Ummm…Spike?” She whispered.

“Shhh…” The hand that had been caressing her breast moved slowly down her body and danced along the waistband of her jeans, making her skin come alive with feeling. His fingertips explored higher and higher, coming in contact with the lace underside of her bra, all the while his mouth never left her neck.

Buffy was in turmoil. She had never felt this… right about something so completely and utterly wrong before. “Spike…stop…”

“Sure about that Slayer? Rather have me biting you?” He growled against her neck.

“No…I just…it’s wrong.” She said franticly.

“Don’t you think I know that?” She asked rubbing the evidence of his arousal against her. “Don’t bloody care right now. I want you…I’m trying to stop but I can’t…” He whispered right against her ear. His other arm snaked down and cupped her mound through her jeans. “I just need to touch you…you’re calling to me…and it’s not you’re blood I want anymore…”

She rubbed slightly against his palm. She could feel him all around her. The things he was doing. How he was touching her, making her feel.

He turned her slowly to face him. She offered no resistance. Looking into his eyes they leaned towards each other. Their lips met in fiery passion, tongues dueling as savagely as they had fought moments before.

Spike pulled her closer and rubbed against her. Buffy moaned into his mouth and pushed herself against him. “Can’t…can’t get close enough…too many clothes…” Spike growled softly tugging on her shirt.

She nodded. Spike took her nod as consent and lifted her shirt above her head and tossed it carelessly to the ground. She shivered uncontrollably when the air hit her rain soaked skin. Noticing her shivering Spike picked her up and cradled her to himself. Carrying her to a nearby crypt, he pushed open the door and stepped inside. He sat her on a stone sarcophagus and set to work. Digging his Zippo out of his pocket he lit the four torches adorning the walls, bathing the crypt in a warm glow.

“You are one gorgeous creature.” He murmured before kissing her softly. His palms cupped her breast gently. She could feel a slight dampness between her legs.
When the scent hit his nose He growled possessively, causing Buffy’s already damp panties to be soaked by her arousal. He spread her legs gently and stepped closer, wanting to feel more of her against him. She looked into his eyes and saw his naked unguarded hunger for her.
Crying out she moved closer to the edge so she could feel his hardness against her throbbing core. His coolness against her heat. She closed her eyes allowing herself to feel the sensations washing over her body. Her hands ran possessively up his chest and over his shoulders so she could push his duster off of him. It fell to the floor with a quiet thud. Her hands pushed impatiently at his shirt next. Pushing it up his stomach with agonizing slowness she revealed inch-by-inch of gorgeously muscled pale flesh. Her hands explored his body feverishly.

“Want you so bloody much…” Spike growled possessively popping the button of Buffy’s jeans. She carelessly kicked off her shoes, not caring where they landed. Spike reached down and grabbed one ankle. He bent to his knees and pealed the wet sock from her foot.

He nipped gently at the instep causing her to gasp in shock and surprise, for various reasons…the fact that he trusted her by bending in front of her knowing she still had a stake concealed in her clothing, The fact that he was beso uso un-like his normal ‘I’m going to kill you’ self, the fact that she wanted him. Badly. Desperately. She could still taste him. The smoke and whiskey that was uniquely Spike. She licked her lips and realized that there was a hint of coppery blood in his taste and it didn’t gross her out as much as she thought it would. In fact, she wanted to feel his lips on hers again. And again.

Spike looked up and grabbed her other foot; pealing the sock from that one as well he stood in front of her and pulled her to her feet, facing him. Her fingers flew to the button of his jeans; tugging urgently she ripped them open. Suddenly shy she didn’t know what to do next; she stood there uncertainly until once again Spike got to his knees in front of her.

She trembled as he slowly slid her jeans down her cold legs. His eyes never left her lace-covered mound. He inhaled her scent and lost control of his features, they shifted into his demon visage unthinkingly.

She didn’t cry out. She didn’t move. She wasn’t scared, just incredibly aroused, and a little shocked. She stood perfectly still as his fingers trailed over the backs of her knees and his yellow eyes gazed hungrily at the blue lace covering her. She saw more hunger in him for that then she ever saw in him for her blood.

She shifted under his scrutiny. His eyes flew to hers. Trembling she reached out and ran her fingertips lightly over the ridges on his forehead. Spike moaned under her touch and closed his eyes. Features melting back to human his now blue eyes opened to meet hers. “Sorry Luv…you just drive me wild…want you so badly…”

She sat down on the floor in front of him. Wide innocent eyes pinning him with their intensity. She quickly removed her jeans the rest of the wnd snd sat there in front of him encased in two scraps of lace. Spike whimpered and leaned forward. He wrapped his arms around her drawing her into his lap. “So…sweet…” He panted. Getting up with her still in his lap he set her gently on her feet. He spread out his duster on the floor. Taking he by the hand he led her to the middle. “Lay down there…” He said offering her a hand.

Buffy lay on the coat, and swallowed hard. She closed here eyes and waited for what came next.

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TBC…What do you think? Is it Ok? Would you like more?