Breaking a Slayer
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Adult ++
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Chapter 24
Breaking a Slayer: Chapter 24
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Spoilers/Ships: This is AU. Buffy/Spike/Angel.
Distribution: Sure, just let me know.
Feedback: Is always nice.
Rating: NC-17.
Buffy was bored. Bored, bored, bored. It was a familiar feeling, but one that she'd been free of these past several months. *Maybe it's good to be bored,* she thought idly as Giles rambled on about the significance of the M'fashnick demons she had bested a few weeks ago. *At least it means that I feel…normal again.* Normal. As if. She hadn't been normal since she was fifteen. Still returning to normal, for her, was of the good, right?
Enough was enough, though. It was getting dark and she was itching for a good slay. "Giles, I'm gonna go out and case Sunnyrest for new graves while it's still light, K?" she said, jumping to her feet and grabbing a couple of stake
"
"Hmm?" he said, not looking up from the cross-referencing he was doing on his notes regarding the Hellmouth. "Oh, yes, Buffy, you do that. Be cautious, please."
"Will do. See you later."
*
Angel carried Spike into the mansion in the evening dark. His childe had not moved during the entire car ride. Angel had spoken to him, long rambling recollections of hunts they'd taken, places they'd been, anything and everything he could think of to stir his childe to consciousness. Nothing provoked a reaction.
After settling Spike into his bed, Angel paced downstairs quickly and got blood from the refrigerator. He heated it and brought it upstairs to the bedroom. Cradling Spike in his arms, Angel poured a small amount of the blood into his mouth. Spike didn't swallow. Angel put the mug down and closed Spike's mouth, massaging his throat muscles until the liquid was gone. Then he started again, pouring a bit more in, and doing the same thing. He managed to get the entire mug of blood into his childe in the next hour, but it failed to provoke the desired response. Angel lapped the spilled blood from around Spike's mouth, cleaning him off before pressing gentle kisses against those perfect lips. Still no response. Angel hung his head, cupping his face in his hands and cried.
*
The hunt was slow and deadly. Buffy had found the new grave just before sunset, but couldn't reach the fledgling because its master appeared. He was dressed in dreadful eighties attire, complete with puffy hair and she was prompted to actually taunt him, something she hadn't done in months.
"Dude, what century do you think we're in, anyway? The Loverboy look went out two decades ago! And lose the plastic pants!" She danced forward, stake in hand, but he ran and she had to decide which vamp to go after. The fledge would be an easy kill, but she could probably return and get it later. Better to off the master before he made any more. She took off after him and followed, gaining ground with every leap ovhe ghe gravestones in her path.
Buffy finally cornered him and plunged the stake home, but upon her return to the grave, she saw that she'd missed the fledge…it had already risen. She tried to track it, but it wasn’t clear which way it had gone. She skulked around the cemetery in ever widening circles, searching for some sign of its passing.
Without warning, she was thrown to the ground. Buffy rolled, leaping to her feet and faced her snarling opponent. *Damn!* The fledge was huge. He had to be six and a half feet tall. He was bigger and much, much wider than Angel. She craned her neck, gazing up at him and wondered how the hell Mr. Eighties had managed to even turn this thing. He lumbered forward at her and she darted back, determined to use her agility against him. She moved forward, bracing herself carefully before trying a spin kick on him. He didn't even move, just looked at her.
*I knew I should have brought the crossbow,* she thought to herself, circling quickly to get behind the huge vamp. She darted in and rammed the stake into his back, but he was so big, it didn't penetrate all the way to the heart. Buffy backed up and did a front kick, driving the stake deeper into the tough muscle and bone of the thing's huge ribcage. It took two more kicks before the vamp finally disintegrated into dust. Buffy sighed in relief and decided to head for home.
She'd been walking on autopilot for a while when she looked up and realized she was at the mansion. Instinct called this home, whether her two vampires were there or not. She'd just go in and curl up for a bit, then she'd go back to Giles's. Entering the mansion, Buffy felt the presence of vampires and raced upstairs to the bedrooms. She darted from room to room until she came to Spike's bedroom. There, on the bed was Spike. He looked…dead. Or asleep, which in vamps passed for dead anyway. Angel crouched next to him on the bed, sobbing.
"Angel, what's wrong? What happened? Is he…ok?" Buffy rushed to the bed and climbed on, turning Spike's unresponsive face towards her and studying it.
"Gods, Beloved, he won't wake. I'm afraid that the surgery hurt him too severely. He was fine until right after the chip came out. He's been like this ever since." Angel's voice was broken and rough from the crying, and tears covered his handsome face.
"Damn. Did you try blood?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah, he couldn't drink it, but I worked it down his throat."
"What about your blood? You're his sire, maybe he needs you to, well, resire him or something?" Buffy speculated.
"Good thought, Buffy. Can you hold him up a bit?" Angel slid around to Spike's left side, helping Buffy to move behind him and hold his wiry body in her arms. Angel shifted to game face and ripped open his wrist, holding it to Spike's unmoving mouth. The blood dripped in and Angel rubbed his throat again to get it down. He continued until he began to feel dizzy from the blood loss, then pulled his wrist away and licked it closed.
Buffy watched, hoping for a sign that Spike knew what was going on and might awaken. Nothing. She racked her brain for some other way to cure the vampire, and thought of one. She was pretty sure it wouldn't please Angel, but it was the only way to revive Spike that she could think of.
"Angel, bite me," she said.
"What?"
"Bite me, then hold his mouth to my neck. Slayer blood cures anything, right?
"No. I won't let you do that."
"What, you did it…it didn't work, now it's my turn."
"Buffy, what if he wakes up and he's out of control, like a minion? What if he's unable to push the demon back. What if he's evil without the chip and just wants to hurt you? It's too risky, Beloved."
"It's my risk to take. He saved me, Angel. I would be dead by now if he hadn't called you and helped you take care of me. I won't let him die. Do it!"
Angel growled in frustration, concern for his mate warring with desperate anxiety for his childe. Finally he gave in and pulled Buffy to him over Spike's body. He bit deeply into her neck, sucking with powerful muscles at the blood for a moment before pushing her abruptly away. *God, she tastes like heaven! That blood, so pure, so powerful.* It was damned difficult to let her go.
Buffy leaned over Spike and bent her neck, angling it so that the wound pressed against Spike's lips. Blood welled up and drained into Spike's mouth, where Angel massaged it down his childe's throat. At first, nothing seemed to be happening. But suddenly, Spike's game face surfaced and he clamped powerful arms around the Slayer, holding her tightly to him and sucking at her neck with painful intensity.
Buffy moaned in pain as Spike drank her, unwilling to hurt him, she began to loose consciousness from the drain. Angel tried to separate them, but Spike's hold was too strong. "Spike! Childe! Stop. I command you. Don't kill her!" he ordered, pulling and tugging at the two of them in a vain attempt to separate them. Angel could see Buffy passing out and heard Spike snarling animalistically as he fed. *God, what have I done?* he asked himself.
To be continued…
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Spoilers/Ships: This is AU. Buffy/Spike/Angel.
Distribution: Sure, just let me know.
Feedback: Is always nice.
Rating: NC-17.
Buffy was bored. Bored, bored, bored. It was a familiar feeling, but one that she'd been free of these past several months. *Maybe it's good to be bored,* she thought idly as Giles rambled on about the significance of the M'fashnick demons she had bested a few weeks ago. *At least it means that I feel…normal again.* Normal. As if. She hadn't been normal since she was fifteen. Still returning to normal, for her, was of the good, right?
Enough was enough, though. It was getting dark and she was itching for a good slay. "Giles, I'm gonna go out and case Sunnyrest for new graves while it's still light, K?" she said, jumping to her feet and grabbing a couple of stake
"
"Hmm?" he said, not looking up from the cross-referencing he was doing on his notes regarding the Hellmouth. "Oh, yes, Buffy, you do that. Be cautious, please."
"Will do. See you later."
*
Angel carried Spike into the mansion in the evening dark. His childe had not moved during the entire car ride. Angel had spoken to him, long rambling recollections of hunts they'd taken, places they'd been, anything and everything he could think of to stir his childe to consciousness. Nothing provoked a reaction.
After settling Spike into his bed, Angel paced downstairs quickly and got blood from the refrigerator. He heated it and brought it upstairs to the bedroom. Cradling Spike in his arms, Angel poured a small amount of the blood into his mouth. Spike didn't swallow. Angel put the mug down and closed Spike's mouth, massaging his throat muscles until the liquid was gone. Then he started again, pouring a bit more in, and doing the same thing. He managed to get the entire mug of blood into his childe in the next hour, but it failed to provoke the desired response. Angel lapped the spilled blood from around Spike's mouth, cleaning him off before pressing gentle kisses against those perfect lips. Still no response. Angel hung his head, cupping his face in his hands and cried.
*
The hunt was slow and deadly. Buffy had found the new grave just before sunset, but couldn't reach the fledgling because its master appeared. He was dressed in dreadful eighties attire, complete with puffy hair and she was prompted to actually taunt him, something she hadn't done in months.
"Dude, what century do you think we're in, anyway? The Loverboy look went out two decades ago! And lose the plastic pants!" She danced forward, stake in hand, but he ran and she had to decide which vamp to go after. The fledge would be an easy kill, but she could probably return and get it later. Better to off the master before he made any more. She took off after him and followed, gaining ground with every leap ovhe ghe gravestones in her path.
Buffy finally cornered him and plunged the stake home, but upon her return to the grave, she saw that she'd missed the fledge…it had already risen. She tried to track it, but it wasn’t clear which way it had gone. She skulked around the cemetery in ever widening circles, searching for some sign of its passing.
Without warning, she was thrown to the ground. Buffy rolled, leaping to her feet and faced her snarling opponent. *Damn!* The fledge was huge. He had to be six and a half feet tall. He was bigger and much, much wider than Angel. She craned her neck, gazing up at him and wondered how the hell Mr. Eighties had managed to even turn this thing. He lumbered forward at her and she darted back, determined to use her agility against him. She moved forward, bracing herself carefully before trying a spin kick on him. He didn't even move, just looked at her.
*I knew I should have brought the crossbow,* she thought to herself, circling quickly to get behind the huge vamp. She darted in and rammed the stake into his back, but he was so big, it didn't penetrate all the way to the heart. Buffy backed up and did a front kick, driving the stake deeper into the tough muscle and bone of the thing's huge ribcage. It took two more kicks before the vamp finally disintegrated into dust. Buffy sighed in relief and decided to head for home.
She'd been walking on autopilot for a while when she looked up and realized she was at the mansion. Instinct called this home, whether her two vampires were there or not. She'd just go in and curl up for a bit, then she'd go back to Giles's. Entering the mansion, Buffy felt the presence of vampires and raced upstairs to the bedrooms. She darted from room to room until she came to Spike's bedroom. There, on the bed was Spike. He looked…dead. Or asleep, which in vamps passed for dead anyway. Angel crouched next to him on the bed, sobbing.
"Angel, what's wrong? What happened? Is he…ok?" Buffy rushed to the bed and climbed on, turning Spike's unresponsive face towards her and studying it.
"Gods, Beloved, he won't wake. I'm afraid that the surgery hurt him too severely. He was fine until right after the chip came out. He's been like this ever since." Angel's voice was broken and rough from the crying, and tears covered his handsome face.
"Damn. Did you try blood?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah, he couldn't drink it, but I worked it down his throat."
"What about your blood? You're his sire, maybe he needs you to, well, resire him or something?" Buffy speculated.
"Good thought, Buffy. Can you hold him up a bit?" Angel slid around to Spike's left side, helping Buffy to move behind him and hold his wiry body in her arms. Angel shifted to game face and ripped open his wrist, holding it to Spike's unmoving mouth. The blood dripped in and Angel rubbed his throat again to get it down. He continued until he began to feel dizzy from the blood loss, then pulled his wrist away and licked it closed.
Buffy watched, hoping for a sign that Spike knew what was going on and might awaken. Nothing. She racked her brain for some other way to cure the vampire, and thought of one. She was pretty sure it wouldn't please Angel, but it was the only way to revive Spike that she could think of.
"Angel, bite me," she said.
"What?"
"Bite me, then hold his mouth to my neck. Slayer blood cures anything, right?
"No. I won't let you do that."
"What, you did it…it didn't work, now it's my turn."
"Buffy, what if he wakes up and he's out of control, like a minion? What if he's unable to push the demon back. What if he's evil without the chip and just wants to hurt you? It's too risky, Beloved."
"It's my risk to take. He saved me, Angel. I would be dead by now if he hadn't called you and helped you take care of me. I won't let him die. Do it!"
Angel growled in frustration, concern for his mate warring with desperate anxiety for his childe. Finally he gave in and pulled Buffy to him over Spike's body. He bit deeply into her neck, sucking with powerful muscles at the blood for a moment before pushing her abruptly away. *God, she tastes like heaven! That blood, so pure, so powerful.* It was damned difficult to let her go.
Buffy leaned over Spike and bent her neck, angling it so that the wound pressed against Spike's lips. Blood welled up and drained into Spike's mouth, where Angel massaged it down his childe's throat. At first, nothing seemed to be happening. But suddenly, Spike's game face surfaced and he clamped powerful arms around the Slayer, holding her tightly to him and sucking at her neck with painful intensity.
Buffy moaned in pain as Spike drank her, unwilling to hurt him, she began to loose consciousness from the drain. Angel tried to separate them, but Spike's hold was too strong. "Spike! Childe! Stop. I command you. Don't kill her!" he ordered, pulling and tugging at the two of them in a vain attempt to separate them. Angel could see Buffy passing out and heard Spike snarling animalistically as he fed. *God, what have I done?* he asked himself.
To be continued…