Fueled Enchantment

Chapter Three



"Well, I for one can understand Buffy's point of view," said Anya.. "Vampires have enormous
sexual stamina. She can let herself go without being afraid she'll hurt him. A good match for her
in the supernatural strength area. And if she does hurt him, well, vampire! He'll probably like it."


The Scoobies sat around Giles' living room, having a secret meeting, while Buffy was at a night
class.


Xander jumped up and began pacing around the room. "She should want to hurt him. Hello-o!
Vampire. Blood sucking fiend. And can I say, gross, the whole dead thing. He must have her
enthralled."


"No, not a thrall, Xander." said Anya. "Weren't you listening? Spike asked her if he could spend
the day in her room. If it had been a thrall he would have commanded her, and she would have
obeyed without protest. And the dead thing--well, Spike is very handsome. And he was turned to
be a sex toy, so I imagine he's well hung and skillful."


"H-Handsome? Spike?" Xander squeaked.


"S-sex t-toy?" Giles sputtered at the same time.


"Well, really, what do they tell you in those Watcher's books." Anya grimaced in disgust. "You
really think they turned Spike so he could act as a lady's maid for Druscilla? To fix her hair and
iron her ruffles? Why not just turn a real lady's maid then, because, trust me, gentlemen of Spike's
former station in life did not know how to do such things. He was turned so little spoiled Dru
could have a boy toy. Darla was tired of sharing Angelus all the time. Why do you think he
worked ard ard at being the Big Bad? Tired of demons hitting on him wherever he went, I
imagine."


"Spike had a station in life?" Giles looked stunned.


"My goodness, he was Eton, then Oxford. Estate, London house, social standing. Pockets full of
money. Another reason they turned him. He probably financed the lot of them for decades. Really,
Giles, I had no idea the Watcher's council was so incompetent. This is all common knowledge in
the demon world."


"S-Spike, h-handsome?" Xander asked again.


"He is very handsome." Willow acknowledged. "And he has a great body. We saw him, um,
shirtless that one time when Giles was doing his laundry. Very Greek statue-y."


Tara nodded, eyes wide.


"So, all right. We've established that Buffy's err- attraction- to Spike is a possibility. But! To
carry it this far, an affair! That I can't see. Vampires are known to be -brutal-in their sexual
practices." Giles said.


"Hurting Buffy? I'll kill him! We'll all just sneak up and kill him." Xander was half way to the
door.


"I don't think it is brutalara ara spoke up. "They were...lover like."


"Well, I must see for myself. Tonight we'll spy on them." Giles flipped through a notebook. "Yes,
she plans to do Mount Hope Cemetery. We'll see what occurs. Willow, can you and Tara whip
together some type of glamour? To keep us from being seen? I'll pay for the supplies."


"Sure." The witches spoke in unison.

The cemetery was quiet, once Xander and Anya quit arguing. Giles was careful to position them
downwind of the cemetery, to keep Spike unaware of their presence. As they hid behind
tombstones they had a good view of Buffy and Spike, slaying. They worked as a team , co-ordinated, side by side or back to back. They easily dispatched six vampires, five fledglings and
their sire.


"Well, I think that's the last of them for tonight."Buffy's voice carried well. "What's the tally?"


"Five for you, luv, and four vamps and one Hegar demon for me," said Spike. "And since demons
larger than a human are worth two points, I beat you by one point. So pay up, Slayer."


"Man, three nights in a row. I am so gonna eat some spinach tomorrow." Buffy protested. "But
I'll pay. You always want the same thing, anyway. Lots of smoochies and mushy missionary."


"And you like every second of it, missy. And I might surprise you tonight. I might pick something
really raunchy. Really bad. Shocking." Spike leered at her and licked his lips in a lascivious way,
causing Buffy to dissolve in a fit of giggles. She threw her arms around him and they kissed
passionately.


"You will not," she said. "Well, not the first time, anyway. I know you, mush boy."


"Mush boy. Mush boy! Hey, big bad here! I know more about raunchy sex then you've ever
imagined, little girl. Why, I could write a book."


The two walked off, arms around each other, laughing and kissing.


Giles polished his glasses."Well, well, I don't know what to say. Shocking, of course. And not
what I was expecting. I really think I need expert advice on this situation. I'm going home. I need
to make a few phone calls. I... I will keep you all informed, of course."


With that he turned and left.


"Well, I'm all for going home. What would you rather do, Xander? Mushy missionary or
raunchy?" Anya asked.


"Anya, this is not something to joke about! This is a serious aberration in the slaying profession!
Bad, bad stuff."


"I'll show you some bad stuff, big boy," Anya said, dragging him off.


The witches were left alone. Tara gave Willow a sideways glance through her long lashes. They
gazed into each other's eyes for a moment.


"Mushy?" Willow breathed.


Tara nodded her head, eyes shining. "And lots of smoochies."


They left quickly.

***


One Week Later

The Scoobies, on Giles' orders, held off on taking any action about the Affair. Giles had Council
researchers checking out their vast stores of information and suggestions before they acted. So
life went on as nearly normal, though they all had the knowledge that Buffy and Spike spent hours
together each night.

"We were so smart to rent this room," Buffy murmured into Spike's neck. They were lying naked
together on a mattress on the floor of a dingy basement apartment, covered with second hand
store bedding, the only light coming from the ancient stove in the kitchen area. "Cheaper than
motel rooms every week. I was having a hard time explaining my money shortages to Mom."


"Yeah, and we can get together every night. No one to see you creeping into my crypt."


"Your bed there is much nicer, though."


Spike looked at the faded, ancient bedding and grimaced. "I'll try to fix this up a bit, pet. You
deserve better."


"I'll see what I can find, too. More pillows..."


"I'll bring candles. Love you in candle light." He began raining kisses down her nec

She sighed in pleasure. "Mmm, Spike. More smoochies? I never guessed vampires would be
so...cuddly."


Spike stopped and looked at her, his serious expression catching her off guard.


"What?" She asked, suddenly concerned by the look on his face.


"Never like this, with vampires. Not that I've ever seen."


"So...it wasn't like this, when you and Dru...?


He snorted. "Hardly. She liked the sweet stuff, but not during sex. She liked pain with her
pleasures. Nothin' like what we do."


Buffy forehead creased in thought. "So, all this...foreplay...and stuff. You learned it when you
were human?"


"Nah. Didn't know nothin' as a human. Dru was my first."


Buffy let that sink in for a minute. "But, you've done it with lots of human girls?"


"No, not really. Dru didn't like me to. Not unless she was in charge...You don't want to know.
My first time with the...don't know what to call it...sweet stuff?... was you. During that spell."


"That was the first time that it wasn't...painful?"


"Yeah. And it was a bloody revelation, let me tell you. You were so sexy, so sweet. Your lips,
your hands...God, you drove me nuts. Still do." His mouth found hers and he moaned as she
sucked his tongue.


Buffy ran her fingers through his gelled curls, absurdly pleased with his revelation. Despite all his
years as a vampire, this, with her, was something new.


"Special," She whispered as his wet mouth found her nipple.


"You are," He breathed.

Toward dawn they kissed goodbye in the basement stairwell and then Spike glided across the
street to the cemetery, to his crypt. Buffy waited until he was out of sight and began the walk
home. As she turned on to Revello drive, still a couple blocks from home, she sneaked a peak
over her shoulder. Yup there he was, a block behind her, leather coat flapping. Making sure the
slayer got home safely.


She snickered, and paid no attention to the dark van parked on the street. As she passed it the
doors flew open and four men, dressed in black and heavily armed, surrounded her. There was a
burst of energy from a tazer, and Buffy was down.


Spike, a block a way, gave a shout and began running toward the van. As it pulled away from the
curb he was able to jump on top.


"Christ, what's that?" One of the men inside said, in a clipped British accent.


"Don't know. Tree branch?"


"She's older than I thought. And real looker."Another voice spoke.


"Yeah. You thinking what I'm thinking?" Still another voice.


"Yeah. Before we do her, we should DO her."


"Yeah, show her what she's been missing from a real man."


"We will do this, regulation, men." said the first voice. "She's the slayer. We will take no
chances."


"Who's to know, Captain? Just be us. Dead slayers tell no tales. And she's hot."


"Yeah. Hot. I'm going to chew those vampire hickeys right off her tits."


Spike was enraged. He wanted to tear these guys apart, painfully. He held on until the van turned
into the rough foothills outside of Sunnydale.


They were human, he wouldn't be able to touch them because of the frigging chip. He'd need to
get the Scoobies.


Them van began to slow down and turned onto a heavily wooded, overgrown drive way. Spike
slid off the van and melted into the woods.

Giles was fixing a second cup of Earl Grey when there was a furious banging at his door. He
opened it and Spike, smoking under a thick blanket, fell into his livingroom.


"Spike!"


""Buffy..in trouble...men in a van, military types. Got her up in the woods. Come on! There's not
much time."


The vampire was in such a state he could hardly speak.


"Buffy's been kidnaped?"


"Yeah. British dudes. They're gonna rape her first. Come On!"


Giles quickly assembled weapons and called Xander and Willow. Tara joined them, too.


Spike was moaning and in pain from burns, nearly incoherent. "Won't be any good to her. Day
light. And chipped." But he was able to direct them to the drive way in the hills.


They circled around, Spike insisting on coming with his blanket. The woods were thick here, it
was mostly shade.


Four men were in the cabin, shouting.


"Watcher's council wet works team," Giles assessed. "Expert assassins."


"Why would they be kidnaping Buffy?" Xander asked. "Is it another type of test?"


""No, no, I'm afraid it's much worse than that. I'm afraid they are here to eliminate Buffy."


"What?" Willow said.


"My fault, I'm afraid. I asked a colleague for help with the Buffy- Spike situation."


"She gets raped and murdered because we had sex?" Spike looked so dangerous they all backed
away from him. "This is what the good guys do?"


Tara began crying. "No, no. That's not what we wanted."


"Yeah, I know what the lot of you want. You want your Buffy puppet. Everything convenient and
easy for you and fuck with any quality of life for her. Your tool." Spike whirled away from them
and headed for the cabin.


"No! But right now we need to get her out of there."


Tara dried her eyes and plucked something from the forest floor.


"Willow, damper's root. It...we can use it in a spell. "

The witches bent together and pulled up the woody root.


"Giles, we need to make a circle of this. They will be powerless inside it".


In a few mts tts they had their plan. Xander stood in the shade by the front of the cabin, holding
Spike as though he was a hostage.


"Hey, I've got something you want. Vampire, by the name of William the Bloody. But you'll have
to come get him. Once he wakes up I can't hold him." Spike slumped as though unconscious.


The door opened. The men spilled out into the large half circle the witches had made with the
root. Tara and Giles quickly tied the ends together while Willow stepped from behind Xander and
Spike.


"Bind and keep," was all she said. In a flash the root whipped around the men, growing tendrils,
and they were immobilize.


Spike flew into the cabin at vampire speed. The others followed.


Spike was untying Buffy as they entered, and she threw her arms around him, with tears and
laughter. "They were going to kill me and you. They're from the Council. Just like in the books."


"What books, Buffy?" Giles asked.


"Books of yours, about vampires. Slayers and vampires...the Council always killed them."


"It's happened before?' He looked dumbfounded. "I didn't know"

Later that day they met at Buffy's house, at her insistence. To the Scoobies surprise, Joyce was
sitting with her daughter. She skewered Giles with a glance.


"This council of yours. They will continue to send assassins for Buffy, am I correct? Because of
her--relationship-- with Spike." She turned her glance on Buffy, who ducked her head.


"Buffy has told me everything. About how this started with your spell, Willow. About Spike's
chip. About dreams and not being able to sleep, about almost getting killed while fighting
vampires, about their decision to begin seeing each other in secret."


"I am not saying I approve of what they have done. But, that being said, I think a death sentence
is way out of line. I will not have my daughter-or Spike-killed for what is essentially a teen
romance."


This time, Giles ducked his head.


"I'm sending Buffy away. I've bought her as car, and wiped out my savings account. She will
leave tonight. Spike will accompany her."


Xander protested at this. The others looked shocked.


"I am at least sure that Spike will do every thing he can to keep Buffy alive, healthy and happy. Of
the rest of you, I'm not so sure. Plus, he has the street smarts to get her fake identification, which
I suspect, she's going to need." She looked at Giles and he nodded.


"You can take care of that team of assassins?" Buffy asked.


"Already done. When they wake up in the morning, they will only remember that they can't find
her." Willow said.


"I've made a casserole, you're all welcome to stay for dinner. A good bye party, since we don't
know when we'll see her again," Joyce' voice broke on the last few words and she ran from the
room.


After a subdued meal, Giles and Xander helped carry various suitcases and boxes down to the
driveway. Spike had the car and was finishing his own packing. He arrived at sundown in a
minivan with tinted windows.


"I wish it didn't have to be this way, I wish I had never done that spell, " Willow bawled.


"I know. Perhaps Giles can work with the Council, call off the dogs." Buffy replied, also in tears.


"I'll try, Buffy, I promise. But, you must leave here, your mother is right. You don't deserve to
die over a teenage indiscretion." Giles gave her a hug.


So they said goodbye in the drive way, Dawn promising to dust Buffy's bedroom, Joyce and
Buffy crying, Spike sitting at the wheel of the van looking uncomfortable.


"You take care of my baby, Spike," were Joyce' last words as they reversed down the drive.


"I will, Joyce. Give you my word."