Just A Fling

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Chapter 4 - The Bride

‘What a waste of a Scoobie session. Four hours total and three hours too long.’ Buffy thought as she walked back to campus with Tara and Willow. Tonight’s Scoobie meeting was the second on the same monster subject, the one she and Spike had killed the night before. Right now they were passing a new dorm that was under construction. Their dorm was another two down on the right. Not paying any attention to where she was, Buffy almost ran into a stack of two by fours thanks to Captain Peroxide, the pest to whom her thoughts kept returning. An image of him, moving above her while he filled her, kept appearing before her eyes at the most unwanted times, such as when Xander had been teasing her and even patted her on the back without her noticing. ‘Spike is the enemy. Remember that, Buffy. You are just using him. Yeah, that’s it. Using the biteless vamp.’

Sensing her irritation, Tara glanced over and assumed it was over the meeting. “I can’t believe tha..that you killed Frankenstein.”

“No, sweetie, that was Frankenstein’s monster.” Realizing that she had inadvertently sounded condescending, Willow squeezed Tara’s hand to help take away the sting. “The doctor that made him was called Frankenstein.”

Buffy waved her hand in a dismissive manner. “Whatever. We’ll just go with ‘monster,’ but Giles didn’t even think the monster ever existed. Don’t blame him with that vanishing act.”

Equally confused, Willow shook her head. “Yeah, Giles went all into Watcher mode and couldn’t find anything in the books. Freaky. And I don’t use that term lightly. I know freaky after all this time living on the hellmouth.”

“Uh…You know, I have seen all those old movies a couple of times over.” Tara pointed to the west, across a large clearing in the trees. “What…whatever the monster’s name was, it looks like his woman has come looking for him or his killer.”

They followed her direction and saw a woman dressed in a long sleeved, white sheath dress. Buffy didn’t think that the dress was anything of notice except to say “major league overdressed,” but it was the hair that made her want to stop and say “no way.” Her dark tresses were extremely kinky and flowed out and slightly up and away from the back of her head. And to make even more of a bizarre couture statement, there were streaks of white coming from each temple.

“Oh, oh…I’ve seen her…” Willow pointed and turned to say something to Tara when the first electrical bolt thrown by the woman hit the ground in front of them. All three girls scrambled for cover.

“I was going to say,” Tara called from around the tree that she was hiding behind, “that she looks like the bride of Frankenstein.”

Between electrical blasts from the woman, Buffy made her way to some of the construction supplies located nearby. “I hope it wasn’t their honeymoon Spike and I broke up last night.” Where in the hell was that vampire? Trust him to be absent when she could use his help.

Spike had been walking, ambling really, and his wanderings had taken him to the college campus. To underneath Buffy’s window to be exact. Last night, Spike had accidentally happened upon Buffy fighting the monster, but tonight it was no accident he was somewhere that he might meet up with her. Even though they had now been intimate, the Slayer was still a mystery to him. No, that wasn’t true. He understood the Slayer. What he didn’t understand was Buffy, the woman that was Buffy Summers. He had seen some of her inner self while he was in chains at Giles’ and then Xander’s. And the only boyfriend besides the brooding wonder he had ever seen her with was the soldier git. That didn’t count as understanding her, so Buffy the Sex Partner was still a mystery. But Dracula had been right about one thing. Most assuredly, there was some darkness in her, and it was certain that she never was able to express it with that lug of a boyfriend she’d had. He, the master vampire that he was, was chock full of darkness in which he rejoiced as much as possible. Rolled around in it like mud. So now the tart wanted to walk on the wild side. Well, he would take her sweet ass for a little walk or, more like, a fast ride. Uh…that is if she wanted another go.

At this time, his William came into play. Had she enjoyed her “fling?” And more importantly, was she coming back for more? He hated the fact that he hoped she had and she would. He felt like he was betraying all demon kind by laying his enemy. But the sex had been fantastic, no doubt about it. Before hand, he had wondered if she was going to be any good in the sack, what with her lack of experience and all. And, gag, she had last been with G.I. Jerk Off. But the reality of her in bed blew his mind. No, they hadn’t done anything fancy. Just simple sex, but how something so tame could be so pleasurable had blown him away. She had fit him perfectly, and he wanted her back up against him, skin to skin again. Oh, how he hoped that her search to explore her dark side continued. More things that were much darker to do with and to the Slayer flitted through his mind. And the topper, she had let him draw from her blood. Granted, it had been just scratches, and he didn’t pull much, but that was certainly a start towards the dark.

A loud crack shocked him out of his thoughts. With that kind of sound, that had to be the Slayer up against some nasty. Might as well stroll over and take a gander. Always fun to watch a good row, especially if the Slayer was one of the combatants.

Coming up on the side of the fight, he saw a scene that startled him. On his left was a woman dressed all in white with streaks of white in her dark hair. On his right was the Slayer, dodging lightening blasts from the mystery woman.

So much for watching. Using the element of surprise, Spike took a running start and tackled the strumpet. But as soon as he brought her down, he was shocked back off up into the air, landing twenty feet away.

Buffy was actually relieved to see the Billy Idol wanna be, but he hadn’t faired very well with his first attempt. “This is no time to kid around, Spike.” That ought to bite him in the ass, but enough of playing around. “Go get a bucket of water or something.”

“No kidding, pet.” The woman turned back to Buffy as her target, no doubt the one she had come here to confront. Spike ran to the tree that Willow and Tara were hiding behind. “Ok, Red and Glenda, you are up. Go find something. A hose or faucet or something. When you find it, I need you to throw your sissy modesty to the wind and take off you skirts. Wet both of them. Really wet them. We need a back up if we miss the first time.”

Willow grabbed hold of his arm. “But Spike…”

He shook her off and unceremoniously shoved them on their way. “No time for buts. The slayer is getting jacked around like a fly out there. When you get back, I want you to throw the first wet skirt over her, but the trick is to do it while Mrs. Sparky is shooting out a bolt. Got it?” Nobody was killing the slayer until he got his chip out and did it himself. Even he had to admit how hollow his threat sounded echoing inside his head.

Tara nodded. “Got it. Gone.” Willow and Tara took off, looking behind every tree and bush. There had to be something somewhere near the construction site. Finally, behind a cement mixer, they found a faucet.

When they quickly returned, they got as close to Spike as they thought was safe. “Pssst…Spike, we’ve got them.”

“Who the bloody hell says ‘pssst?’” Spike blew out a breath. God save him from human women. “Ok, I am going to draw her fire. When Electra shocks me, throw one of the skirts. You have to get her while the bolt is still coming out of her, so anticipate.”

Willow looked horrified. “But what about you?”

Hadn’t he just thought something about human women? “I’m dead, you twit. Not like one of her blasts could kill me.”

Before Willow could say anything else, Spike ran out into the open area. He rolled under the first blast and then made himself a target for the second.

Willow threw her skirt…and missed. Thank God for the back up. Tara’s throw was a bull’s-eye. Under the skirt they could see electricity arcing around like a ping pong ball, and when it ended, the woman fell to the ground. Buffy went over to check out the body and, like the monster of the night before, it disappeared.

Willow and Tara joined her, but Buffy didn’t see Spike around. After sniffing, she could smell his tell tale cigarette smoke,. Buffy turned to her friends. “Will, Tara, I’ve got to go somewhere real quick.” Buffy started jogging away, following the scent. “Don’t wait for me,” she threw over her shoulder.

What was she doing? What was she thinking? Buffy had left the nice, safe boyfriend who was now wearing out her answering machine. Instead of planning a tasty picnic with the ex, she was running to catch up with her arch nemesis so that she could make a date to get jiggy. What’s wrong with this picture? Maybe the problem was that the picture was of a slayer with her head thrown back in ecstasy writhing underneath the master vampire pounding her into the mattress. Buffy nearly stumbled at that image. What was wrong was that everything about their time together felt so right. Every touch, every taste, every movement, even him sucking blood from her. Wrong, wrong, wrong, but oh so right. Whether or not she wanted to admit it, that’s why Buffy was chasing after the vampire.

“Hey.” She finally caught him and started talking before she could get cold feet. “Spike, I wanted to thank you. You didn’t have to help with Mrs. Monster back there.”

“No, Slayer, I didn’t.” Spike rolled his eyes as he shook his head. “Don’t know what maggot in my brain made me do it.” What a lie. He knew why he helped --- to get into his mortal enemy’s pants again --- but he didn’t think Buffy wanted to talk sex in front of her friends, so he had left.

Buffy ran the toe of her shoe across the grass before looking up at him. Oh God, even standing several feet away from him, she wanted him. She wanted to run up and jump his bones. One part of his anatomy that could get as hard as a bone would be a specific target… “Four?”

He didn’t need it explained to him that she was talking about a time tomorrow. It was what he had been hoping for, wasn’t it? “Four with bells on, pet.” He watched her run off into the night. If he had a pulse, it would have been racing. What had he gotten himself into, not stalking but lusting after a vampire slayer?

*****

TBC

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