My Immortal

Spike felt the physical pain and clutched at his side.

"I'll bloody kill her if she's done something stupid"

He floored the gas and got frustrated when the car wouldn't go much faster.Tears filled his eyes, it seemed to take forever to make up the distance between him and his mate.She was hurt and needed him.

He blinked and narrowed his eyes as he saw two dim red lights at the side of the road,up ahead of him. He couldn't stop the chant that his mind replayed over and over. She'll be okay , she's hurt but she'll be okay. He slowed as he approached , coming to a stop beside the car.

Buffy lay on the roof, he body in a heap, blood covered her face and hair, on her side was a wide cut that was bleeding profusely. That was the pain he had felt, he didn't feel any other and so he knew that the cut was the worst.He pulled the wrecked door open and crawled in. He looked around and couldn't see Angel. Shrugging, he pulled Buffy free and cradled her in his arms. He looked around and then checked her over. Her side was losing blood fast, she needed to wake up and feed. Her leg was black with bruising, her head was cut and had glass embedded in it. All superficial. He stroked her bloodied hair away from her face and patted her cheeks.

"C'mon you bloody stubborn bint, wake up!"

Buffy still lay in his arms , unresponsive. Spike carried her to his car and settled her on the front seat where he would be close to her. He glanced back again and scanned the area for Angel. He got into the drivers seat and put the car in gear. He breathed deep and then growled. He kicked the door of the car open and slammed it shut. His anger boiled at his own actions, yet he couldn't stop himself. He returned to the car and wiped a finger through the blood on the dashboard. He lifted it to his nose and sniffed. Angel. He lifted his chin and caught his scent. Angel must have crawled away from the wreckage .

"Bloody tosser! Pulls himself free and saves his own arse but leaves Buffy to die in the twisted wreck!"

Spike stomped into the over grown grass on the embankment and found Angel straight away. He was unconscious, laying face down in the muddied grass. Spike nudged him with his boots and didn't even get a grunt.He turned the larger vampire over and grimaced at the laceration in his neck. Angels face was cut and scratched , his arm was broken and his leg looked worse for wear, whether it was a break, Spike was unsure. He hauled Angel to his feet and carried him back to the car.

Buffy was still unconscious when he returned. He dropped Angel onto the back seat and slammed the door.He got into the car and sighed. He looked down at Buffy and then at Angel. Should he go back to the cabin or continue on to Sunnydale? If he took Buffy to Sunnydale, she would hate him for it, but to go back to the cabin? That meant Angel recuperating at their home and he doubted that would please her either. A deep breath in through his nose and back out of his mouth and Spike had made up his mind. He turned the car around and headed back for the home he shared with Buffy.

They arrived back at the cabin shortly before dawn. Luckily Angel was still knocked out. Buffy stirred as he picked her up and carried her in first of all. He settled her on their bed and waited until he was sure that she was settled again.Spike returned to the car and hauled Angel up and carried him into the lounge. He pulled over a dining chair and tied him securely. Once he was sure Angel was secured, he went back to Buffys side.

He was getting worried. It had been twelve hours since he had bought her back and Buffy was still unconscious. Her bleeding had stopped but the gash in her side was still open and showed no sign of closing. Angel was stirring but as of yet, hadn't wakened.

He knew that her demon would surface soon, hunger would drive it to .He needed to get her to drink , and to drink enough to aide her recovery. She needed human blood, not animal, and not his, it wouldn't do her any good, it was fine if she didn't need to heal, but his blood was devoid of the nutrients she so desperately needed. Buffy would hate him for this, but he had to do something, he could sit there and watch her fade . He rubbed his face and stood.

"I won't be long kitten, gotta do this for you "

Spike drove to the nearest town and parked up. He entered a bar and ordered a JD and threw the money onto the bar. He leant back and scanned the bar . He'd caught the eye of a blond and she made no attempt to hide her obvious attraction.This is what he was hoping for.The blond smiled and he beckoned her over and she didn't hesitate.Spike nodded at the barman and bought the blond a drink.

"Ya know ma friend is over there all alone, a man like you , well, think you could just about handle us both"

He couldn't believe his luck.

"Bring her over then pet"

"Okay big boy , back in a sec"

Spike rose his brow as she walked away. His smirk died away when they were walking back towards him.

"How about we take this little party back to yours?"

"Was thinking the same thing love, shall we"

Spike lead them out of the bar and to his car. Both girls slid into the front seat with him . He kept his eyes on the road as the girls giggled and whispered to each other. He glanced at them and felt a pang of guilt at what he was going to have to do. The girls didn't show any signs of nerves as he pulled up at the cabin. They got out, still laughing , and waited for Spike to take then into the cabin. Spike lit up a fag and blew the smoke out. He'd not felt this nervous or tense before, not even when he was a fledgling and under Angelus' watchful gaze. He groaned inwardly at himself and lead the girls inside. Once they were stood in the lounge, he locked the cabin door and turned to them, just as they noticed Angel.

The blond looked confused as she faced him.

"What's going on, cos this aint our kinda fun"

Spike swallowed hard and let his guise drop and his demon come to the fore.The girls screamed but not for long. Spike leapt at them and knocked their heads together, rendering them unconscious. He slapped Angel round the face and waited for him to stir. Spike let out a frustrated growl, Angel wasn't waking and this meant that Spike would have to do this the hard way. He pulled the blond girl over to Angel and bit into her neck, slicing across the arteries , making her bleed profusely . He knew the scent of blood would rouse his demon and that Buffys would detect it as well. Angel morphed and growled. His amber eyes opened and narrowed as he saw the blood trickle down her bared neck and chest. Spike threw the girl onto Angels lap and held her until angel had sunk his fangs into her and was drinking her greedily.He cast his gaze back down to the other girl. This was what he was really dreading.

He looked towards the bedroom door and back to the unconscious girl. He picked her up and stared at her neck. His demon begged for the taste of her. He morphed and growled but looked away, denying the temptation to drink from a human again. He walked into the bedroom and closed the door. Buffy turned over in her sleep, facing towards him and the girl . She opened her eyes and tried to focus on the scene before her.

Buffy frowned, confusion and repulsion set in .

"What the hell is going on Spike? What are you doing with her?"

"Buffy, love, it's not what it looks like"

"Then you better explain to it to me, cos from where I am, it looks as though your about to feed from her"

Spike stood silent, still clutching the girl in his arms. There was no easy way of telling Buffy what he had to do or what he was going to make her do. He glanced at the wound on her side and saw that it had started to bleed again. He knew that Buffy would be weak because of it and she'd have little chance of fighting him off. It was now or never.

"Buffy your injured and bleeding pet, you've lost too much blood, you need to feed."

Buffy knew why the girl was there now. He was going to feed the girl to her. Buffy scrambled out of the bed , leaving a trail of blood as she staggered towards the door. Spike dropped the girl onto the bed and supported Buffy, even though she tried to push out of his arms.

"Get away from me!"

"I can't let you go out there"

"Why not?"

Buffy tilted her head and focused on the sounds that she could hear coming from the other side of the door. The sound of drinking, someone draining blood from a living being, a human heartbeat that had slowed invaded her senses and she walked backwards , away from the door and Spike.She looked down at the unconscious girl and then back at Spike.

"You were going to let me feed from her? How could you? "

Spike tensed his jaw and balled his fists at his sides. He closed his eyes and let his demon guise take over. Buffy narrowed her eyes and lifted her chin.

He was trying to assert his authority over her and she stood defiant. He couldn't help but feel pride at her strength , even though it would make this harder for him.

"Don't make me do this please baby"

"I'm not feeding from her!"

"Then m'sorry, you give me no choice"

Spike threw a punch that sent Buffy falling back onto the bed, tears stained Spikes cheeks as he moved forward. Buffy staggered back to her feet and hit out at him, catching him in the ribs. The punch barely registered , he pulled her to him and held her in a strangle hold, her demon rose , trying to claw away from him. He let her go and picked up the girl, he tore at her throat , growling at Buffy as he did, urging her to feed.He drew her with him as they fell onto the bed.

Buffys eyes flickered from Spikes to the wound on the girls throat. Her tongue darted across her fangs and lips as she watched the girls blood ooze and run down towards her shoulder. He growled and held the girl out to her. Buffy looked once more and lunged at the girls throat. Her hand wrapped around Spikes neck as they held the girl between them. Spike bent his head to the girls neck and bit down.He watched as Buffy fed,her eyes closed as she drank heavily. Any guilt that he felt was worth it. His girl would feel and heal better , he'd do what it took to keep her safe .

Angel let the body of the blonde girl fall to the floor. He licked his fangs clean and sighed, a feeling of satisfaction filled him, one he hadn't felt in years. The haze of his blood lust cleared and he looked down.

He felt sickened, he'd fed from the girl and had killed again. Angel struggled against the ropes that held him, but remained tied . He closed his eyes so that he couldn't see the dead girls face. He knew it would haunt him now, he'd see her face in the sea of others that haunted him at night. She'd torment his soul and remind him of what he was, what he is. No matter how hard he tried he'd always be that viscious bastard Angelus.