Still You

“Oh my God, was that day boring or what ?”
Dawn and her class had gone to LA to visit a special exposition at an art museum.
Dawn looked at Janice.
“I don’t know, I kind of liked it…”
“Hey, girls…check out the hottie over there…”
Their friend Susan pointed her chin to a blond man standing a little further.
Dawn started to laugh.
“It’s Spike !”
“You know this guy ?” asked Susan, wide-eyed.
“Yes, he’s…um, he’s my sister’s boyfriend” Dawn said, the first plausible thing that came to mind.
“Well, introduce us !” asked Janice, excitedly, as Spike was coming towards them.
“Hey, Bit. Had a nice day ?”
“Yes, thanks. I’m surprised to see you.”
She walked up to him and hugged him. He looked a little bit puzzled but hugged her back.
“Big Sis had an emergency with Willow, so…”
“Spike, These are my friends Janice and Susan.”
“Evenin’, girls,” he said, slightly uneasy in front of these two giggling girls. One of them battled her eyelashes so hard he thought for a moment she had a compulsive disorder.
“Are you ready to go, Dawn?”
“Yep. Bye guys. See you tomorrow.”
“Bye Dawn, bye Spike!” T he two girls added, still laughing stupidly.
Spike took Dawn’s bag and walked towards his car.
“What was that all about ?”
“They think you’re a hottie.”
“I’m a …?”
He turned around, and saw the two girls still watching them. He frowned.
“Aren’t they a little bit young to entertain thoughts like that ?”
“Hey ! They’re my age ! We’re not too young to appreciate cute guys.”
He looked at her with a grin.
“Ok, I’m a hottie and I’m cute. Guess it’s a good day after all.”
They climbed in the car and Spike started the engine.
“So…you and Halfrek, huh ?” Dawn said with a knowing smile.
“What, ‘me and Halfrek, huh’ ?
“Well, I saw you talking at the wedding…then yesterday at the Espresso Pump…”
“Yes, so…?”
“She’s pretty.”
“That she is.”
“When she’s not in demon face, of course”
“Of course” answered Spike, in a neutral tone.
Dawn watched him with a slight smile.
“You’re not gonna tell me anything.”
He smiled back.
“But there’s nothing to be said, pet. Halfrek and I are just friends.”
Dawn laughed.
“Yeah, that’s always what celebrities say in the newspapers, then we discover they had sleazy affairs for months!”
“Well, I’m not a celebrity, so…though I would probably have been better than that Oldman bloke in ‘Dracula’. What with me having the real stuff, and all…”
He turned in Revello Drive, stopped in front of the Summers House.
“Here we go, princess.”
“Thank you.”
He got out of the car, headed with Dawn, to the front door, then suddenly stopped and turned around.
“What ?”
“Nothing. Let’s go.”
He smiled reassuringly, not wanting to frighten her. He had sense like someone…or something was watching them. Which was impossible, as no car had been following them.
Still, he felt an uneasy pinch.
Buffy was already there.
“Hey, Dawnie. How was your day ?
“Ok, I guess. But the best part was when Spike came. Janice and Susan were practically drooling !”
Buffy raised an eyebrow.
“Really ? Spike got himself a fan-club ?”
“Yep…want to be a member, Slayer ?” Spike asked.
She rolled her eyes.
“Thank you, but no, thank you.”
He shrugged.
“Well, I brought little sis safe and sound, so…I’m off. Goodnight, Nibblet.”
Once again, she put her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek.
“Thanks, Spike”
“Anytime, Luv.”
He watched her go upstairs with a fond smile. By the time he turned to Buffy, the smile was gone.
“Bye, Buffy.”
“Bye…and thank you.”
He opened the door.
“I didn’t do it for you. I did it for her.”
Buffy acquiesced. That hurt more than she thought.
“I know.”
He watched her. She looked so unhappy. Maybe he could…No ! Just get out of here, Spike.
“I’ll go now. Cec…Halfrek is waiting for me.”
“O…Of course.”
He nodded, started to leave.
“You still didn’t tell me how you guys know each other.”
He stopped, turned around. Was she trying to delay him ?
“Yes, I did. Last year. Remember our little conversation about my past ? That girl I was in love with…Cecily ? Well, that’s her. Halfrek is Cecily.”
“Oh…I see.”
His first love. Scary thought.
“How…”
“Listen, Slayer, I don’t have time for this now. I’ll tell you the whole story some other time,
ok ?”
That felt as good as a slap in the face. She shrugged, making a false casual face.
“Ok. Not that it really interests me, anyway.”
“Like hell it doesn’t,” muttered Spike.
He reached his car, was about to open it. She was still standing on the threshold, kneading her hands. He sighed. Leave, Spike…you’re going to regret this…you bloody wanker…
He came back to her.
“Ok, Slayer. What’s the problem ?”
Puzzled, she raised her head towards him. He was suddenly standing very close to her.
“You’re acting weird,” he said. “Is that because I’m seeing someone else ?”
She opened her mouth but he raised his hand.
“If you’re about to deny it for the zillion time, don’t bother. I know the tune already.”
He turned, started to leave again.
“I won’t !” She blurted out.
He stopped.
“You won’t what ?”
She approached him.
“Deny it. I won’t. I told you at the wedding it hurt. It still does. Whether it’s that skanky-ho, or Halfrek…I hate seeing you with another woman.”
They stared at each other, both surprised by her admission. Spike could almost felt his heart start beating. How long had he waiting to hear…he calmed himself. That was jealousy she was talking about…not love.
He gently pushed her hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek in his hand. She closed her eyes.
“Do you regret it ?” he asked softly.
“What ?”
“Breaking up with me.”
She plunged her eyes into his blue ones, and swallowed hard.
“Yes” she whispered. “I do.”
“Well…”he said, wandering his mouth feather-like on her jaw and her neck, “That’s too bad…because I don’t.”
He tore himself from her, climbed in his car and drove away.

When Spike got back to his crypt, later that night, he still had the impression of being watched. And Cecily had acted weird the all evening. What was happening in these soddin’ women’s minds ? He thought, exasperated.
He stopped at his door, scrutinized the cemetery.
“C’mon ! Show yourself ! I know you’re out there !”
There was no answer, of course. He was just talking to air in the middle of the graveyard at night, like a bloody idiot.
Shaking his head in self-pity, he entered his crypt and closed the door behind him.

“Buffy ? You’re ok ? You barely ate anything.”
Buffy pushed her plate away.
“You’ve been torturing that piece of chicken like it’s…I don’t know, anyone I know ?”
Willow asked, trying to lighten Buffy’s sombre mood.
Buffy managed to smile reassuringly.
“Probably some annoying Big Bad…Don’t worry, Will, I’m ok.”
“You were moody all day. Is everything ok at the Doublemeat Palace ?”
“Yes, everything is fine. I’ll just go patrol a little bit. Turning some nasty vampires to dust” she said, showing the staking move with her fork at the same time.
“Ok…”Willow said carefully.
Buffy put her jacket on, checking for the stake in her pocket.
“See you later, then,” Willow added. “Wishing you a lot of nasty vampires !”
“I’m sure to find at least one” Buffy muttered to herself.
She was being totally unfair and she knew it. She was mad because of the little act he had given her yesterday. For the first time, she had been totally open to him…and he had rejected her. Leaving her on the verge of tears. No, she had to be honest. She had cried for him. Because of him!
Then, after doing some more thinking, she had had to admit the truth. Spike had been treating her exactly the way she had treated him for months. All this time when he had bared his soul…no, wait, he didn’t have a soul…well, bared his deepest feelings to her, she had crushed them. Without giving it a second thought.
Oh God, she had been so blind ! So ungrateful…She realized that now. He must really love her very much to have accepted all that bad treatment from her. He had told her so several times, but she wouldn’t listen. Listen to him, but mostly to her heart. Her heart already knew.
Spike had shown more humanity these last few months than any of them…especially her.
So he maybe didn’t have a soul, but he didn’t need one. And her biggest hope right now was that it was not too late to tell him that.

A slight knock on his door startled him. Spike wasn’t expecting anyone, and certainly not Cecily, who was standing in front of him when he opened the door.
“Cecily ?”
He frowned.
“Were we supposed to meet ?”
She smiled.
“No, no, I just came by, because…I wanted to talk to you.”
She looked uneasy. Intrigued, he stepped aside to let her come in.
“What’s the matter ?”
She stayed in the middle of the room, apparently with no intention of sitting down.
“William…” she started, clearly looking for her words. “I’m…I’m leaving Sunnydale in two days, and…and I was wondering if you would consider coming with me.”
Spike stared blankly at her for a minute.
“Cecily…”
She raised her hand.
“ I know you’re in love with Buffy,” she said. “But you told me it was over. So, is there any reason that keeps you here ?”
Dawn’s face appeared in his mind, and surprisingly enough, the Scoobies’. And his crypt, bloody SunnyHell and a lot of other memories, good and bad, that rushed through him.
But most of all, a vision of golden hair…
“No” He said.
“I know we haven’t seen each other for more than a hundred years, but I thought…that this could be a second chance for a fresh start. I never forgot about you, William…You’ve been my first and only love.”
He smiled.
“That’s a strange declaration coming from a vengeance demon.”
“I know…but I’m still a woman too. Please…will you think about it ?
He hesitated.
“I promise” he finally said.
“Thank you. I’ll go now. You know where to find me.”
“That I do. Goodnight, Cecily.”
She left, closing the door behind her.
Spike sat, hardly believing it. His first love, asking him to go with her. After a century. And he was actually starting to consider it seriously. He was repeating himself, but wasn’t there something about moving on ?
Another knock on the door.
“What is this?” He grunted. “Open House?”
He opened it.
“Buffy.”
That evening was becoming more and more interesting.
“Since when do you knock on my door ?”
“Since I decided to stop treating you like dirt.”
He raised his eyebrow, open the door wider.
“In that case…suit yourself.”
She entered the crypt, went to stand on the exact same spot where Cecily was a few minutes before.
How ironic, Spike thought. Is this declaration night ?
“ I just came by…because I had something to tell you.”
Ok, now that was becoming creepy.
“Lemme guess…you’re leaving Sunnydale and want me to come with you.”
She stared at him, confused.
“What ? No…I…what are you talking about ?”She frowned.
“Never mind. Go on.”
“I’m sorry. For all that happened. And for the way it happened.”
He cocked his head, watching her, saying nothing.
“I…we’ve been treating you very badly. I know that. I was wondering if…if maybe we could start over…as friends.” She finished, lamely. That’s not what she had wanted to say, but for the life of her the words wouldn’t come out.
He gave her an incredulous look.
“Friends ? Are you kidding me ? Buffy, I told you once, about Angel, the two of you would never be friends. Well, that’s true for you and me too.”
“But Angel was…”
“I know, sorry, how did I dare compare myself to the big love of your life ? If I had a soul and was all broody, would you like me much ?”
“That’s not what I was going to say,” she told him angrily. “You’re not making this easy for me.”
“Really ? And why would I? Huh, why? I have that clear bloody vision of you, only a few weeks ago, beating me like crap, and leaving me on the ground, not caring very much what could happen to me next. So, excuse me, but I’m done with your selfish behaviour.”
She lowered her head, fighting the tears that threatened to overflow.
No matter how hard he was trying to be angry with her, seeing her so miserable was hard to take.
“ Buffy…you have to get over yourself. I know you’ve been through a lot…but it’s no reason to treat people like you do. And I’m not talking only about me. Do you realize you forgot about your own sister? The very one you sacrificed yourself for?”
She nodded, not able to answer. He was telling the truth. He was always telling the truth, but it was so much more convenient not to listen to him.
“Is it too late ?” She finally asked in a trembling voice. “For us?”
He was almost ready to take her in his arms but refrained. There was still a lot to be said and done before.
“ I don’t know. You see, I’m wondering…would you be here tonight if it wasn’t for that thing with Cecily ?”
Taken aback, she didn’t answer immediately.
“ To be honest…I don’t know. But it certainly helped me figure out some things about my feelings for you.”
“What I wanted was for you to figure that out by yourself.”
She laughed slightly.
“Oh…I’m too much of a coward for that.”
“You’re not a coward. You’re the bravest…but you know that already. And if you think you have feelings for me…well, come back when you’re sure.”
She nodded slowly.
“What about Halfrek…or Cecily…or whatever you’re calling her.”
“Cecily. Well, Cecily is my private life. And you’re not a part of it anymore.”
Despite the hurt, she smiled. He was really giving her a taste of her own medicine.
She sighed.
“ I think I got the message.”
He nodded, fighting the urge to send all his bloody well turned phrases to hell and ravish her downstairs. And the worst part was he knew now for sure she wouldn’t say no.
“Were you patrolling?”He asked.
“Yes. But I think I’m done for tonight. I’ll just…go home.”
He took his leather coat.
“I’ll go with you. Something’s been sneaking around here, these last few days…I don’t like it.”
Buffy was immediately back in Slayer mode.
“Really ? What do you think it is ?”
He shrugged, closing the door of his crypt behind them.
“Wish I knew…but it doesn’t have friendly intentions, that I’m sure of.”
“Do you sense it now ?”
He stopped, smelling the air.
“No…It’s the…”
A huge explosion interrupted him. By reflex, Spike plunged on the ground, taking Buffy under him.
A little disoriented by the blow, they turned around and saw the crypt.
“Are you ok ?” he asked Buffy first.
“I think…Oh my God, what…?”
“Bloody HELL !”
He stood up and ran to his crypt. Or rather what was left of it.
“ Who did this ?” he shouted in an angry and menacing voice. “Show yourself you
bastard !”
He was rummaging through the debris, to see if there was still something to save. Apparently not. And the stone was very hot and smoking.
Still on the ground, Buffy sat down, feeling dazed. The full impact of what just happened hit her. My God, she thought, a few minutes ago we were in there…if Spike hadn’t proposed to come with me…the idea was so horrifying she felt a wave of nausea ran through her.
Spike was still trying to see if there was something left in the debris, but it looked hopeless.
“Aargh !” he yelled, frustrated. That had been his crypt, his home for the past two years…he had made it a comfy place, and it was full of memories, with Buffy, Dawn, even Joyce…
The anger suddenly left, replaced by sadness. He went back to Buffy. She was sitting on a tombstone, looking very pale.
“Can you believe this ? Who…?”
He stared more closely at her, noticing the unusual paleness and stillness.
“Hey, Buffy? Are you ok?” he asked again.
She raised her eyes to meet his. They were full of frightened realizations.
“No” she whispered. “You were there…”
He frowned.
“So were you.”
“Yes, but…I left. If you hadn’t come with me…”
“Well…I would fit into the vacuum cleaner by now.”
“Don’t say that !” she yelled, angry. “You nearly died!”
“At least definitely, this time. But it seems you saved my butt.”
“What ?”
He looked at her like she was a simpleton.
“If you hadn’t come around, I wouldn’t have left with you. I would really be Mr Big-pile-of-dust this time.”
“Ok, maybe…that doesn’t make me feel better.”
“Why do you feel bad, exactly ?”
“Spike ? Hello? Your crypt just blew up ! And you were supposed to be inside !! Don’t you think I care about this ? About what would have happen ?”
“How would I know ? You never told me really. It’s the first time you tell me you care about me ! And it took my bloody crypt to explode for you to tell me !”
Now he was furious again.
A vampire chose that moment to crawl out from his grave.
“That’s so not the moment, buddy” Buffy said, staking him on the spot.
The interruption calmed them down a little bit. Buffy put the stake back in her pocket.
“I do care, Spike. A lot. Very much. Would I be here tonight If I didn’t ? Ok, I was probably not Miss Obvious 2002…”
He gave her a ‘you bet’ look.
“If I had lost you…”she shivered. “Ok, this is so scary I don’t even want to think about it.”
Another vampire approached them. Spike sighed. Buffy held out the stake for him.
“Have some respect, will you” he told the vampire. “I just lost my home…and my telly.”
The vampire didn’t have the time to absorb the news. He was dusted in the second that followed.
“We’d better be off” Spike said. “The explosion probably woke up the entire neighbourhood”
“I think I can take some more…” Buffy said while standing and stumbling on her shaky legs.
“Sure you can.” Spike said with an ironic glance, while helping her to get steady on her feet.
“I’m not feeling hundred percent myself, so…no more dusting tonight.”
He stopped.
“Ok…where will we go ?”
This time he was the simpleton.
“What do you mean, where ? My house, you silly. Where else ?”
“Alright. I just didn’t want to invite myself. That’s not very polite.”
“Yeah, and that stopped you before. Which reminds me I probably lost some pieces of lacy underwear in that explosion.”
“Hey, be nice. You’re talking to homeless guy, here.”
“Well, I’d rather have you as homeless guy than dead-undead guy.”
She had said that last phrase in a softer tone, showing she truly meant it. He put his arm around her shoulders and they walked back to her home.

The following day, Buffy summoned everyone at the Magic Box. She told them the latest news.
“Wow!” Willow said. “That’s going through a lot of trouble to get rid of Spike. Why not just stake him ?”
“Well, I’m not that easy to stake. Buffy knows something about it, right, love ?”
“We can verify that later, if you insist,” she said with a suave smile. “Anyway, it’s not the ‘why’ I wonder but more the ‘who’. So, Spike…who did you royally piss off lately ?”
Xander raised his hand.
“Spike pissed me off several times. But I have nothing to do with his crypt going boom.”
“Xander” warned Anya.
Spike shrugged.
“How would I know ? We’re on the Hellmouth, we’ve got a bunch of bleedin freakin people out there who get pissed off for nothing…”
“We don’t even know if it’s a human, or a demon…” Tara added.
“He’s human.”
Everyone turned to Halfrek, who was standing at the door.
“His name is Simon. He’s my ex- fiance. He threatened me two nights ago, but I didn’t take him seriously. Big mistake, apparently.”
“He threatened you ?” asked Spike, concerned.
“Just said that if he saw me with you again, he would kill me. I thought he said that to scare me…”
“Why didn’t you tell me last night ?”
Buffy reacted to that.
“Last night ?”
“I’m so sorry Spike” Halfrek said with a pleading look. “I would never have thought…”
He came to her, put his arm around her shoulder, much to Buffy’s irritation.
“Don’t worry,” he told her gently. “It’s ok.”
Buffy gasped.
“It’s ok ? It’s ok ? Spike, your crypt exploded last night ! And you almost exploded with it !
I don’t see what’s ok about that.”
Everybody looked at her, surprised by her outburst.
“I understand you’re upset” Halfrek said. “The worst thing is that this wasn’t aimed at Spike.
Simon wants to kill me.”
“Maybe, but by blowing up his crypt, he was sure to get rid of the both of you. So I guess he was a little bit anti-Spike as well.” Xander said.
“For once, monkey-boy is right.” Spike agreed, attracting a murderous glance from Xander.
“You don’t have to feel guilty, Cecily. It’s not your fault if this guy’s a loony.”
“Well, she dated him…” Muttered Buffy but it was covered by Willow’s question :
“What did you call her ?”
Halfrek smiled
“He called me Cecily. That was my name, before I became a vengeance demon.”
“Why did you change ?” Tara asked.
“Well, Cecily is not really a frightening name, is it ? Halfrek is much more impressive.”
Buffy stood up.
“Ok, people, could we go back to the freak who’s trying to kill Spike ?”
“Funny,” noticed Anya,“when you talk like this you remind me of the Bot.”
“Not helping, Anya.”
“I thought he was trying to kill Halfrek ?” Willow asked carefully.
“Either way there’s a killer wanna-be out there. We have to stop him.”
Spike raised his hand.
“Am I the only one who noticed the ‘him being human’ part ? I can’t be of much use, in that case.”
“You don’t have to,” Halfrek said. “He’s my ex-fiancé, I’m the one who should take care of him.”
“Maybe, but since he blew up my home, I’m kinda taking that personally.” Spike replied.
“Can’t you curse him or something?” asked Buffy.
“No,” Anya intervened. “We can only grant wishes. Not…wish them.”
“You mean you could, honey” Xander corrected her.
Anya sighed.
“Yes, of course…I was talking for Halfrek.”
“The problem is we don’t know where to find him. So there’s only one option. Spike and Halfrek have to serve as bait.” Buffy proposed.
“Supposing he’s watching you, Halfrek, if he understands that his warning of last night wasn’t enough, he’ll take that as a provocation and try again. But this time we will be there. And he’s driven mad with jealousy. So I expect him to do something stupid…well, I hope.” Buffy sighed.
“Like you say, it’s our only option” Spike said. “We can meet with Cecily tonight.”
Buffy nodded.
“We’ll be watching your back.”
“In the meantime,” Spike said, “I’m still homeless.”
“Is this the part where we’re supposed to cry ?” Xander asked.
“Xander !” This time it was Anya, Buffy, and Willow.
“Spike will stay at my house,” Buffy said in a firm tone, with a ‘I don’t want any discussion about this’ look.
Xander frowned, but was wise enough to not add anything.


“You’re not working, today ?” Spike asked Buffy when they were back at Revello Drive.
“No. It’s my day off. But I’ve got a lot of things to do in the house. Exciting stuff, like laundry, cleaning…”
“Can I help ?”
She gave him an ironic glance.
“Sure. You can do the ironing.”
“If that includes your panties, I’m on.” He said with a devilish grin.
“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that.”
While she went upstairs, he took a magazine, turned the radio on and sat in the couch.
When Buffy came down, a few moments later, she heard him singing along a song on the radio.
Surprised, she asked him:
“You know that song ?”
“What ? ‘Kiss from a rose’ ? Sure. Like it. Reminds me of you and me.” He grinned.
She listened to the lyrics.

There is so much a man can tell you
So much he can say
You remain
My power My pleasure My pain, baby
To me you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny
Won’t you tell me is that healthy baby ?
But did you know
That when it snows
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen…

She blushed slightly.
“Yeah…If you have a good imagination.” She muttered.
He smiled, and she couldn’t help but go sit next to him. There was something about him… “a grown addiction that I can’t deny”…maybe that song was fitting after all.
“I didn’t know you liked Seal.”
“Not especially. But I like that song.”
She nodded.
“You have a nice voice.”
He looked at her, wondering what was going behind that pretty face of her.
“Thank you…what is this ? National Slayer’s kindness day ?”
“No” she said, looking offended. “ That was just a compliment.”
“Well, it’s rather unusual coming from you.”
“Maybe you didn’t give me any reason to compliment you.”
“Oh, I can already think about one or two…or three…”
“I wasn’t talking about * that *” she told him, blushing more furiously.
“But…”she added with a sudden naughty look “If you really want to hear it…then yes, you are incredibly good in bed.”
She had hoped to destabilize him, and it worked. Beyond her expectations. She could have swear he had…
“You’re blushing” she teased him.
“Of course not. Vampires don’t blush.”
Sitting so close to her, with her intoxicating smell…he felt himself getting hard.
He had to find a safe topic.
“Do you think littlittle plan will work ?”
“What ? Oh, you mean for tonight…” She shrugged. “To be honest, I don’t know. We don’t know that guy, how he will react…I’m used to deal with vampires and demons, not humans.”
“Well, humans can be more twisted than vampires and demons, sometimes.”
She smiled sadly.
“True. You know something about it, right ?”
“I do. And please stop being so nice. It’s scary, and disturbing. I’m evil, remember ?”
“No, you’re not. Sorry if that’s an insult to you, but I don’t see you like that anymore.”
“Oh yeah ? And what if I got rid of the chip, huh ? Would you trust me then ?”
“I trust you already” she defended herself. “You could hurt me, and I kept coming to you, right ?”
“You came for the shagging.”
“No ! Well, maybe at the beginning. But then…I started to like you.”
He gave her a disillusioned look.
“Me or what I did to you ?”
“Both…but mostly you.”
Spike was torn. Only yesterday he was considering leaving this town for good…with another woman. And now…now this girl he loved more than unlife itself was telling him those words…not exactly what he was waiting for, but almost. And, for the first time, he was having
doubts. Was there really a future for them ? The Slayer, the Vampire…light and darkness…maybe he should leave, it would probably be the best for her in the end…
His eyes widened in horror. Bloody Hell ! He was starting to think like Peaches !
“What ?”Buffy asked, seeing the emotions on his face. “What are you thinking ?”
“Nothing. Didn’t you say something about urgent chores ?”he said, trying to change the subject.
“Not if you want to talk.”
He sighed, turned to her. With his knuckles, he caressed her cheek.
“ Buffy…Love…Do you really think it is talking that I have in mind ?”
She made the move and their lips met. Then their tongues. Suddenly, she was feeling whole again. She put her arms around his neck, bringing him closer. His hand threaded its way between her legs, reaching her hot and already wet center. She felt his fingers softly brushing her most sensitive spot and gasped, instinctively opening her legs to give him better access.
“Spike…”she moaned, and the sound of her voice only increased his strong arousal. He wandered his mouth along her neck. Her scent was so enticing he vamped out. She could feel his fangs gently scratching the soft skin, but she wasn’t afraid. She was excited like she never had been before.
Then it brutally stopped.
He let go of her and literally fled to the basement, leaving her panting and highly frustrated.

TBC...