Escape

'Don’t think about the evil bloodsucking fiend'

There Buffy sat on a rickety greyhound bus next to a snoring, greasy-haired stranger, on her way to meet her fate. Yet despite thoughts of the road ahead, the wrath of the council, and finally being reunited with her mother, Spike's face seemed to be what kept popping up in her head the most. It annoyed her, it distracted her… made her panties wet as she thought of the things he'd done to her, which in turn made her both disgusted and angry.

'Think about anything but the evil bloodsucking fiend'

She had no idea when he'd show up in her life again, and she hoped it wouldn't be for a long while. A part of her was scared, anxious to know whether or not he'd stay true to his word, and she was determined to come out victorious. She needed to be prepared.

Buffy opened her eyes as the bus hit a bump in the road, instantly noticing the very thing she'd been dreading to see. The letters seemed to jump off the sign at her, mocking her.

Welcome to Sunnydale.

Somehow, she didn't feel very welcome.

She was scheduled to meet with her watcher, Rupert Giles, as well as several other members of the council, at Giles' apartment. There, they would "discuss her options," as it was so cryptically put by the member of the council whom she'd spoken with on the phone.

When the bus pulled to a stop, Buffy grabbed her bag and took off running the several blocks toward her destination as fast as her legs would carry her, wanting to get there before she had a chance to change her mind. Buffy barely even noticed the sunlight that was starting to peek in the darkened sky, all of it rushing past her in a blur as she fled.

When she neared the address written on a crumpled sheet of paper in her hand, her heart leapt in her throat as she realized she was staring into the face of her gloomy future, as well as her possible demise. Her acceptance of her calling, though reluctant, was bound to be the thing that killed her, in one way or another. Taking a deep breath before she lost her nerve, Buffy rang the doorbell, standing back as she tried to calm her racing heart.

The door quickly swung open, revealing a stout, rounded man with white hair and deep lines creasing his face, harsh judgment apparent in every feature.

"Ah, the prodigal slayer returns." His voice was so condescending that Buffy almost blanched. She couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye, so she merely nodded, walking past him and into Giles' apartment as he held the door open for her.

Her new life had officially begun.

"You're doing the right thing, Buffy." A voice sounding a fair amount kinder than Quentin Traver's assured her, cutting into her thoughts. She looked up to notice Rupert Giles, her watcher, towering over her as he peered at her through his glasses.

'Well it sure as hell doesn't feel like it,' She thought bitterly.

Buffy nodded reluctantly. She had been introduced to Giles only once, having run away shortly thereafter. He was the only member of the council that she'd encountered who didn't seem like a complete condescending asshole. Right off the bat, he made her feel as though her opinion was at least worth more than dirt, something that most certainly couldn't be said for the rest of them. Buffy often have a knack for reading people, and as she looked as Giles, she noted that his eyes seemed kind. The wrinkles creasing his forehead seemed somehow gentler than Quentin's, less harsh. He clamped a hand on her shoulder to attempt to reassure her a bit, and Buffy gave him a faint grateful smile.

Though her face reddened as she stared into a room full of people who she knew were looking upon her with such intense disappointment and disgust that it practically stung her.

"Miss Summers," Quentin's voice was like grated sandpaper to her ears, "We at the council are thoroughly disappointed by your poor judgment. You are the slayer, and yet you irresponsibly chose to run away from your duties."

Buffy hung her head, both angered and ashamed.

"Do get all thoughts of running away again out of your system now, if you would," Quentin's tone had turned darker, more ominous. "You have family and friends living in Sunnydale, yes?" Buffy's eyes narrowed, and she met his gaze, nodding slowly. Quentin clasped his hands behind his back and began to pace the room in front of her, studying her as though she were some sort of failed science experiment.

"Just know," He continued, "That should you choose to run again, you are not the only one who could suffer the consequences."

Buffy's mouth dropped open as she understood his meaning. He was threatening to harm her family and friends if she decided to run away again, he'd made it perfectly clear. Despite wanting to maul the bitter old bastard, Buffy wisely remained quiet as she knew this was no empty threat. The scumbags at the council certainly weren't above that kind of behavior, which she now knew all too well.

"This is the Hellmouth, Miss Summers. This is where you are needed, and as such it is where you will stay from here on in, regardless of your tendencies otherwise. Is that understood?"

Buffy's nostril's flared. She didn't think she'd ever wanted to punch anyone this badly in her life, not even Spike. Squeezing her eyes shut and drawing a shaky breath, she forced herself to speak.

"I understand," She said through clenched teeth.

"Very good." Quentin motioned to the other members of the council, indicating their session was over for the time being. "We will be leaving you with your watcher now. Your training will begin immediately." The grim faced members of the council shuffled out the door ahead of him, not even giving Buffy so much as a second glance. She meant nothing to them. "We will be keeping an eye on you, Miss Summers." Quentin's voice was calm and even, but she had no doubt that this line was another threat, warning her that any questionable behavior would be met with punishment.

Once they had left, Buffy stood rooted to the spot, her chest heaving.



Giles turned to her, his face one of all business as he removed the glasses from the end of his nose, cleaning the lenses on the bottom of his shirt.

"Well Buffy," He said as he replaced the now thoroughly cleaned glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Quentin will be returning in a week's time to record your progress," Buffy cringed at the mention of the loathsome man's name, "We had better get started, there's a lot of work ahead of us."

Buffy nodded solemnly. "I know," She replied, pausing for a moment. Drawing a deep breath, she continued. "But there's something I need to ask you first." Giles raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to speak. Sighing, Buffy swallowed hard, knowing her request would most likely be shot down.

"Can I… Can I see my mother first?"

Giles peered down at her with something akin to sympathy flashing in his eyes, though he tried to cover it as he shook his head slowly. "I'm sorry, Buffy," He said firmly, "But I have strict orders to not let you leave until the first part of your training is complete."

"Please," Buffy was to the point of begging now, tears glistening in her eyes. "I know we have a lot to do, and I'm willing to do whatever it is. But I just need to see my mother first. I… I haven't seen her in so long, and she'll want to know I'm here."

Giles again shook his head, trying to remain as authoritarian as he could. "Buffy, I can't allow it…"

"I promise I'll be extra extra good. I'll be military Buffy when I get back, but please…" Her voice cracked, "Please let me go to her."

Giles pursed his lips and looked to the ceiling, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut. Finally, after a long pause, he sighed heavily.

"Alright," He agreed reluctantly, and Buffy's eyes instantly brightened. "But it will have to be a very short reunion, I'm afraid. Twenty minutes is all I can allow you, Buffy. You have new obligations as the slayer that must be dealt with."

"Oh thank you, Giles, thank you!" She jumped at him, grabbing him in a hug before realizing what she was doing and pulling back. "Sorry," She said, grinning sheepishly.

Giles simply offered a tight smile in return, straightening his glasses that Buffy had almost knocked clear off his nose when she'd jumped at him. Checking his watch, he nodded at the door. "We had better go. I'll drive so you can get there faster. But then I really must insist we get started on your training."

Buffy nodded. "Aye, aye, captain." She gave him a mock salute. "You won't regret this, I swear."

"I most certainly hope not," Giles mumbled, thinking his ass was grass if the council realized he wasn't following direct orders.

When they pulled up in front of the familiar two story house on Revello drive, Buffy was met with a tearful Joyce, who embraced her and sobbed into her shoulder. They were tears of mixed happiness and sorrow; happiness that her daughter was alive and well, and sorrow that she'd been found by the council, and forced to accept the doomed life of a slayer.

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'She was waiting for him, spread out on his bed with a smile curling delicately on her lips while she beckoned to him with one finger in a come hither motion. His cock instantly became harder than steel as he hurried to be near her, crawling up the mattress predatorily. Opening herself to him, she spread her legs to invite him inside while she wrapped her arms around him tightly. He slid over her body and settled in between the soft warmth of her thighs.

Positioning himself over her entrance, he decided to tease her first. He rubbed the head of his hardened cock along the length of her dripping pussy, stroking her lightly. The velvet tip brushed against her aching clit, and she arched up into him, moaning, begging him for more. And once he couldn't stand not being inside of her for another second, he sought her tight opening again and quickly penetrated her, burying himself to the hilt and letting out a hiss of pleasure as he basked in the glow of being joined with her once again, feeling her from the inside.

Her moist, cushiony walls sheathed his dick like a glove, hot and seeming as though she were made just for him.

Looking down at her, he grasped her wrists in his hands, pinning them to the mattress, and she gave a barely imperceptible nod, batting her eyelashes and panting heavily, begging him to continue.

Unable to hold back any longer, he began to drive into her, moving like the wind. His pace was steady, deep, and hard, each stroke igniting a fire within her that he felt as she clenched her inner muscles around his cock, her soft voice moaning and like music to his ears. She writhed beneath him, angling her hips so he could fuck her even deeper still. He never ceased his movements, staring down into eyes that shined with their own fire in the darkness of the room. As he pistoned into her with increasing force, he could only choke out one word as he neared an explosive orgasm.

"Mine"

And then they were coming together, her inner walls clenching his cock like a vice as he shot his load, as deep as he could go, joined as one with her. He captured her lips in a rough, bruising kiss, still buried deep inside of her, his hands still wrapped around her wrists and restraining her movements. She let out a little cry against his demanding mouth, biting his lip so hard blood was drawn, though he didn't care as he claimed her as his own.

She was his, no one else's. No one else would ever touch her, kiss her, would know what it felt like to be inside of her. And he'd kill any bastard that tried.

Breaking off the kiss, he let out a growl of possessiveness, releasing her wrists to weave a hand through her hair as he let his demon come forth.

"Say you're mine," He demanded, his voice threatening and brutal.



"I'm yours," She said breathlessly. "It's all I'll ever be."

Her softly spoken words soothed him, and he allowed his demon guise to slip away momentarily.

"I love you, Buffy," He declared, and she smiled up at him. "I love you so much."


Spike awoke with a start, groaning as he felt the several flasks of alcohol he'd consumed earlier coming back to bite him in the ass. He'd drank too much, again, and now he had a monster headache to show for it.

As the dream replayed in his mind in vivid detail, he realized that her scent still lingered on his sheets, her essence seeming to float in the air around him. She was surrounding him.

It had been a week since their encounter, and since then he'd never succeeded in getting her out of his head.



"I love you Buffy," He said aloud in a high pitched, mocking voice, shaking his head in disbelief. "What kind of a fucking joke is that? Nancy boy bollocks is what it is, makes me want to heave," He muttered to himself.

But when he involuntarily began to relive the dream in his mind once again, Spike felt a sudden incontrollable urge to destroy. Throwing the sheet aside and rising from the bed, stark naked, Spike let out a mighty roar as he picked up everything in his path and threw it with as much force as he could muster. The lantern, with it's flame now snuffed out, went flying at the wall, smashing into a hundred pieces that sent bits of wood flying across the crypt, but didn't even begin to take an edge off of Spike's anger.

He had a lot of steam to blow off.

The lid of the sarcophagus was next. Flipping it with all his might, the lid too hit the floor and smashed apart like glass under the force of his wrath, bits of stone hitting him in the face. Then came the chains that now lay vacant on the floor, which also flew across the room, making a loud clatter as they joined the piles of splinters and shattered stone.

His chest heaving despite his lack of breath, Spike laughed wickedly, his face splitting into a grin.

"See, just need a good spot of violence is all. Need to find something to kill so I can clear my head," He tried to assure himself.

Spike shook his head rapidly, trying to erase all thoughts of the slayer from his memory.

'Not bloody likely,' He mentally huffed, 'I hate the sodding bint.'

And yet he couldn't get the sodding bint out of his mind.

'Oh, balls.'

Spike growled angrily, furious with himself, furious at the little blonde spitfire that kept floating in his mind's eye, mocking him. Her voice echoed in his skull and stirred something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

She was everywhere, beckoning to him, taunting him. Her flowing blond hair, her green eyes, the little pants and moans she gave as he fucked her, the fury that burned like bright daggers in her eyes as they sparred.

'Kill the bitch, kill the bitch, kill the bitch.'

He had a sudden vision of him strangling the life out of her, wrapping his fingers around her pretty little neck and squeezing. Then, when she had almost gasped her last breath, he released her from his grip, only to sink his fangs into her throat and drain the life out of her, sucking her bone-dry.

Every last drop.

'Yes,' He contemplated as he pulled his clothes on, 'That's what I'll do. I'll just catch her by surprise and off her now, suck her dry, before she has a chance to make my life any more of a living hell than it already bloody is.'

But just as suddenly as he'd though of this scheme, the vision of him fucking her and proclaiming his undying love popped back into his head, most unwelcome. With a yell of frustration that could have woken the dead, Spike kicked at a large chunk of stone from the broken sarcophagus lid, cursing under his breath.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

'This ends now,' He thought angrily, determined to put an end to the bitch that infested his mind like the plague, once and for all. He'd give her what was coming to her alright, and he'd enjoy every single moment of it.

Yanking his duster off the floor, he shrugged into it before exiting the crypt and slamming the door so hard it nearly fell off the hinges.

'I'll be seeing you soon, slayer.'

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A/N: So everyone ready for the rematch? Seems it's coming a bit sooner than expected, and Buffy will be caught off guard. And we know Spike's having a bit of inner turmoil, but right now, it makes him even more dangerous since he's pissed off about it and acting rashly, lol. But we'll see what happens when they meet again…. Soon. Hope you guys like this chapter.

Anyway, you guys, thanks so much for the awesome response to the last chapter! I'm glad my smut turned out ok in the end, lol. (Oh yeah, and there will be definitely be more smut and bitey goodness in this story, I assure you) Thanks to MarzBar, MICHELLE, spikestheman, and Kristy for your reviews. I really do appreciate them!