He Made Us ......

We Made It ...

Six Months had past...

Arriving in New York had made Buffy ask herself if she had made the right choice

It wasn't that she still had flashbacks.She did.

It wasn't that she missed her Mum... Although she did.

It wasn't even Spike.

It was that she could feel something ... like de ja vu only not. Only that this feeling , this dread of what was to come, left her with a heavy feeling in her gut and nauseated. Buffy knew it was her slayer senses kicking in ten fold, but the not knowing what or why, was causing her unease. She looked across the waterfront and towards the Statue of Liberty and closed her eyes.He was close , probably coming up from the left to catch her unawares.He was always playful after a feed, his energy renewed.

"I can feel you already", she said without turning to see him. Spike appeared from the shadows and sauntered to her side."Spoil a mans fun why don't you pet". Buffy turned her back to the view and looked up at her vampire.He had a graze on his forehead above his eye and a split lip , but he looked so perfect still.His eyes shone with predatory mischievousness and a smile pulled at his lips.

"Looks like you already had your fun to me" she said as she smiled up at him. "That was hunting love, totally different." Spike touched his lip and then licked it,"Gits were quick, guess drug dealers have to be these days." He pulled Buffy into his embrace and rested his cheek on her head,"You seem miles away ,something up?"

"Maybe? I'm not sure". Spike held Buffy at arms length, his hands gently squeezed her biceps and then ran up and down the tops of her arms."I can feel it too.Not sure what it is ,but it's not gonna be good and it feels familiar."Buffy nodded her agreement , a breeze caught her hair making it whip around her ,"I usually get slayer dreams if something bad is coming but I haven't had one yet. Times like this I wish Giles was here" ,she said sadly, tears brimming her eyes but not falling.She'd had enough of crying over 'that' episode in her life.

"I know you do pet, do you want to ring home and see how Mum's doing? Catch up with everyone ?" Buffy merely nodded again and turned to look out across the water, Spike pressed her against the railings,his hands on the rail effectively trapping her against him. She leaned against his chest and sighed.Whatever was coming , it was bigger than the two of them, of that she was sure.

London.

The Watchers Council had received calls from all their offices around the globe,all claiming the same thing, slayers in waiting were dying.No attacks were evident. There were no marks and the autopsies all came back with the same conclusion. The girls had died of huge internal bleeding with no reason for it. Mostly from their lungs. It was if something had made their lungs liquefy.

Naturally the Council were worried.If the epidemic spread worldwide then evil would have a strong foothold. The active slayer, Faith, was turning out to be more than a handful for her watcher, Wesley Whyndam Price. His Father had visited the hellmouth to check on his son and his charge and to report back.His report had told of blatant disregard for protocol and rules set down by the council by the slayer and that Wesley was having trouble asserting his authority.It had been unanimously decided that Price Snr would have to stay and take the novice slayer in hand.With circumstances becoming dire for slayers in waiting, they needed their slayers to be at their peak and working with them.Not against them.Word had reached them a few months ago regarding the other slayer and her watcher. Rumours had said that Buffy Summers had died at the hands of the vampire known as William the Bloody a.k.a Spike, and that Rupert Giles had been turned by Angelus. No word had ever reached them regarding any of the vampires.They just assumed that Buffy had dusted them before her death.

Quinten Travers tapped his pen against the rosewood desk and narrowed his eyes .Hard decisions had to made and those fell to him to make.Before him on his desk lay a letter of recommendation.The words upon paper spelt out death for the current slayer. Travers had ordered a hit on a Faith Lehane, effective immediately.He picked up the letter and folded it carefully before placing it in a uniform watchers council envelope and then using the wax seal.He hoped that by the end of week ,he would hear that a new slayer had been called.He stood to stretch out his aging muscles and retired for the night.

Sunnydale

Rupert Giles watched as the duty nurse made her last checks on the comatose slayer.She turned to lower the lights and draw the curtains in the private room.She felt a chill run down her spine and shuddered .She left the room ,rubbing her arms to warm her chilled body. Giles took a last sweep of the corridor and entered the room.His eyes roamed the still body and his fangs itched below his gums.Here laid a vampires ultimate prize,the slayer.How is it that she had not been attacked or killed by a vamp before now,he wondered.He walked to the edge of the bed and took her hand in his,memories of the inexperienced girl he had had to take under his wing flooded him. Her eagerness for destruction ,her passion for a good kill is what he needed ,it was why he was here now. His other slayer was good,possibly the best there was,but Faith was a loose canon, dangerous,and not what his slayer and her vampire would be expecting.

The word was out.The watchers council had put a price on Faiths head,pushing Giles to act .He had hoped to gather enough resources before he had to make his move. Trust his ex employers to cock up his plans.If he had time ,he would love to pay Travers a visit himself.His eyes shone gold for a brief moment before he reigned in control and sat beside the brunette slayer.He picked up an unbrushed lock of her hair and let it run over his fingers.

"Time I gave you the chance I never have before." Giles let his demon take over and licked his fangs,eager to taste her elixir.Giles looked at the door,his sensitive hearing picking up nurses discussing patients as they passed by the room.He swung his attention back to his reason for being there and he leaned in, his face and lips just inches from the fallen slayers neck, "Time to wake up Faith".

New York.

Buffy unlocked the door to the apartment that she had secured .The door jammed in the frame and a swift kick soon had it opened.Spike held it open as she passed through and dropped the keys on the sideboard in the hall.The door shut as Buffy put on the lamp in the lounge and then headed into the kitchen.Spike took off his duster and hung it on the coat rack and then stood in the kitchen doorway.The early morning routine was always the same,by the time he had taken off his coat,Buffy had his mug of blood in the microwave.As that warmed ,she boiled the kettle for her hot chocolate.

There were times his demon would rise and be appalled by this level of domesticity, but then he would go out looking for a particularly violent kill.It's blood lust sated, he could go back home and know that Buffy would be safe. Only once had he hurt her since the Angelus incident and that was in his sleep.His demon had been restless and he had dreamed that Buffy had been naked and chained to his bed.His demon had risen, baying for her blood,remembering how sweet a chalice she had been and he'd bitten down as his dream self had bitten into her neck and drank deep.He had released his fangs with a growl when her knee had met his groin and a stake had been embedded in his shoulder.A week of sleeping on the couch had also taught him his lesson.

Buffy walked under his outstretched arm,and put the mugs on the coffee table.She sat down on the over stuffed couch and put her feet up on the coffee table.She sighed and picked up the remote to the television.C.N.N replayed the days news and then then started a report on a gang killing.The reporter stood outside of a large run down house and told the story of an animal attack that killed six men that had been suspects in drug running,money laundering and that they were also suspects in a drive by shooting that had killed an innocent family of four. Buffy sipped her milky drink without comment.

"Why do you always do this pet?"

"Do what? Watch the news? I don't have the usual ways a slayer would to find the supernatural now.With no Giles or watchers council on my side, I have to use the only resources I have and your watching it now.Not that you really help much,the only suspected supernatural reports that I can find are your fault."

God his smirk could be infuriating at times but god help her,she loved him.He was sin and innocence,heaven and hell, he was many contradictions that Buffy could list,all depending on his mood .Right now he was hungry.Not for blood,but for her.His veins ran with fresh blood and now he needed the only other thing he craved.Her.

She rolled her eyes as he slipped to the rug that laid beneath her feet,onto his knee's before her, Spike ghosted his hands under her silk skirt.Oh yeah, right now he was her sin, sin that not even satan himself could match.And god help her. Buffy could not resist his temptations.

" Are you angry with me baby? "

Buffy looked down into the bluest eyes and saw the playfulness in them.She wanted to smile , wanted to give in to him and have him wrap around her like silk,but that would be too easy.

"Uh-huh"

"I'm a bad man ... Can you ever forgive me?"

His hands crept higher,now at the juncture of her thighs.His thumb stroked the lace beneath it and enticed a hiss from her lips.He raised his brow and licked his lips.Buffy closed her eyes as his thumb found her sensitive spot.Cool lips rested against her knee as she hissed again, "Yesssss"

"Yes you forgive me or yes to what I'm doing pet?"

He didn't get an audible answer but her hand crept up to caress his cheek and then her fingers tangled into his hair.He kissed his way up her leg and his hands gripped the sides of her panties ,with enhanced reflexes he had them off and tucked into his jean pocket in less than a second.His kisses and gentle touches made their way up her thighs and finally toward their goal.Her legs parted to give him access, Spike breathed in her scent and moaned as his cock hardened painfully.As if sensing his dilemma , Buffy's foot raised and caressed him through the denim making his eyes roll in their sockets.She'd be the death of him, surely he would turn to ashes ,each of her touches burned him, deliciously.

Buffy sunk further into the couch,her head tilted into the back of the couch and she arched her back, desperate to get the friction he was causing in just the right spot.Her mouth opened and tiny gasps escaped in time with his ministrations.His fingers held her open to him and he used it to his advantage,feasting on her greedily.He felt the tremble shoot through her legs and smiled against her, knowing that she was close.His gentle laps and nips became harder and concentrated on her swollen bud until her thighs clamped around him and then melted as her body still shook from her orgasm.

He sat back on his heels and took his black tee off oer his head and then kissed up her thighs ,over her now exposed stomach,taking her skirt up over her hips as he did.His lips met hers gently at first, his hand rested on her cheek as his tongue slid across her lips and then brushed against hers.His right hand expertly opened his belt and then lowered his zipper.Her feet grazed up his thighs to his hips and pushed the tight jeans down enough to free his hardened member.Spike hissed as her hands pulled at his shoulders,her nails making sure he knew how desperate she was for him, to feel him bury himself in her until they both lost all sense of the world around them.Spike raised himself up and entered her slowly,loving the feeling of her tightness around him.Her slayer muscles holding him snug within her.It was a sensation that he would never get used to and one that he could never give up now that he had felt it.

Buffy moaned as he drew back a little and gently pushed back in,his hands gliding over her so softly that she wondered if she imagined it.The only evidence of their path being the goosebumps they left in their wake.She shuddered and clenched around his hard shaft ,causing Spike to bite his bottom lip and thrust harder,making her cry out in bliss.He closed his eyes and hung his head back to reign in his control but the minx below him was now moving her hips in time and doing that circular motion that she knew drove him nuts.He looked back down at her and let his head fall to her shoulder as he increased his pace.Buffy felt the tingle build up along her spine and let it flow through her as she felt his face shift against her shoulder.The speed and depth at which he penetrating her was delicious and she panted and moaned with each thrust .

His tongue danced over the scarred mark he had given her and Buffy turned her face away ,offering him better access.His hand gripped her thigh and then started to caress her nub until she was thrashing below him ,needing her release .She felt him swell within her causing her delicious sensations that took her over the edge.As Buffy fell apart under him Spike let out a throaty growl and sank his fangs into his mark gently ,taking a deep pull and then cried out at his own release.

Neither moved for what seemed an eternity , his head lay on her shoulder,her arms wrapped around him,holding him to her as they panted out the last of their orgasms and exertions. Slowly Spike lifted his head and lapped at the last drop of blood that formed it's bead in one of the puncture wounds .He moved off of her and took off his boots and jeans and threw them onto the chair beside the couch.Buffy looked up .He was glorious, stood in shadowed moonlight that filtered into the room from the large window behind him,naked in all his chiseled glory,'and still hard' Buffy thought .She smiled and stood on shaky legs to strip off her clothes and then walked out of the lounge area towards the bathroom.

"One of these days we'll make it to the bedroom first"

He smirked and raised a brow as he heard the shower start , "But no complaints about the shower being second then love?" He walked into the bathroom and shut the door as she giggled from behind the curtain.

Pain. It nagged at her conscience.She knew what was causing it without her ever experiencing it before.Her inner voice screamed at her,begged her to wake and do what her calling dictated,to take a wooden stake and drive it through the heart of the beast that was defiling her with it's bite.Her heart rate increased and her head and hands twitched,trying to obey the voice, the slayer within.

Giles knew he had done enough when he felt her head jerk and her hands twitch,and so he withdrew his fangs from her neck and waited for her to wake up.It wasn't a long wait.

Faith sat upright from the waist with a speed her body should not have had after months of unconsciousness.She looked around scared and then panicked when she couldn't breath properly .Her hands rose to her throat and felt the tube that had been placed down her throat to help her breath.With a sharp pull she removed it and fell forward ,gasping for air.Here eyes watered but took in the sight of the intravenous drips that were taped in place on her arms and they were torn out next, setting off alarms in the monitors.Automatically Faith covered her ears and grimaced against the shrill noise. A nurse came running in and was shocked to see the young girl awake.Months had passed and she had been told by several doctors that her prognosis was not good and they held no hope for the girl to ever wake up.The nurse drew the curtain around her bed and then turned her attention to turning the monitor alarms off. Once silence had been restored ,Faith took her hands away from her ears and looked around.

Giles stood and took out his handerchief and wiped his lips dry,making sure that there was no residual blood there.He approached the bed and smiled his most reassuring smile.Faith looked at him with distrust. The nurse looked up from the chart that she was studying and frowned.Thinking that the doctors were taking too long to answer her call, she disapeared without an explanation.

"Don't try to talk Faith, your throat muscles will be too bruised and weak to perform such a task.I'll take a wild guess and say that you probably wonder why I am here,am I right?" Faith nodded , still frowning at him and with confusion at the hazy memories that flooded her subconscious."Then I shall try and explain everything to you as fast as I can , so as to put your mind at ease."

Faith started to cough as her throat struggled to swallow dryly.Giles poured her a glass of water and handed it to her. "Take small sips ," he said as she started to gulp it down between coughs. "Thank you ," she managed to croak out quietly. She handed the empty glass back to him and laid back against her pillows.

"You're welcome, now , as I said ,I shall try and explain my presence here.Faith,the watchers council have decided to kill you in a bid to bring forth a new slayer.They ,in their infinite wisdom believe that the next slayer will be more obedient and controlable.You see there seems to be some kind of epidemic striking down the girls that are would be slayers, the slayers in waiting if you will.The trouble is, you see, that training a new slayer can take years and we simply do not have time for that.This epidemic has spread to a dangerous level and we need someone with experience and the skills already in place.Simply put, we need you."

"Wha... what about Buffy? H...as the epidemic k...killed her?" came her husky and broken question.

"No. She is alive unfortunately I no longer know where she is . She couldn't stop Angelus and he tortured her.After that episode the girl never recovered and in fact struck a relationship of sorts with Spike, and they ran away together.Reports rarely reach us regarding their exploits , most of the council think that William the Bloody has either killed her or that she has been turned."

"Why do I get the feeling that you're not telling me everything and that you don't believe that?"

"This is hardly the time or place to tell you everything but rest assured that I will tell all.Now, how do you feel? Well enough to leave here before the nurse and doctors return?"

Faith narrowed her eyes at him.Her slayer senses were warning her that danger was close by and were going haywire.She put it down to her abrupt waking from the coma but still, there was something not quite right here.Her hand shot up to her neck and felt the scabbed bite wound.Her eyes met Giles' .

"Yes, that would be one of the things I was going to inform you of once we had left the hospital,but I didn't expect you to remember that." Her cold stare bore into him ,leaving him no option but to continue. " To get to Buffy,Angelus kidnapped me and turned me.His aim was for me to lure her to him and I did foolishly,under the control of my demon and it's lust for blood. What Angelus hadn't counted on was the councils fail safe .Should a watcher be captured and turned by a vampire, a spell alerts the council and they perform a spell to return the watchers soul to them .Within forty eight hours a team of watchers will come and retrieve the turned watcher.As you can probably gather,I have evaded capture so far,although I do not expect them to bother now.They have their hands full with this epidemic.I assure you that you are quite safe Faith."

"You bit me and you expect me to trust you? Be serious G,I might be a bit shaky what with the coma and that , but I aint dumb enough to fall for that bunch of old bull."

"In my defense, if I had wanted to kill you ,I could have several times over by now.Biting you was the only way to pull you out of your state of unconsciousness.The slayer within you simply would not allow you to die that way and I knew that you would wake up."

"Why should I trust you?"

"I am all that stands between you and the council and I'm all you've got." Giles bent down and pulled a holdall from under his chair and threw it onto the bed beside her. "Some clothes that I purchased for you.I think that they should be your size.Hurry up and dress please, I must get you somewhere safe before dawn."

Faith opened the zipper and pulled out the garments.A stake fell out with them and clattered to the floor.She bent with unease and picked it up, holding it up questioningly.

"Trust, it will make you feel safer and it also proves that I trust you not to stake me.If I can put that trust in you can't you favour me with the same?"

"You so much as itch a fang my way and you're dust."

Without pause, Faith shrugged off the hospital gown and pulled on the black jeans and polo neck jumper.She slipped her feet into the sneakers and wobbled ,Giles put out a hand to steady her.

"Shall we ?" he said as he motioned her towards the door. Faith nodded and followed him out.Once in the car park she watched as he walked off towards the darker part.Still overly sensitive due to her senses , she hesitantly followed. "Please tell me you've ditched that crappy rust bucket now that you're all fanged up.That old Citroen don't go with the whole creature of the night thing."

Impatient and wired from the taste of slayer blood, Giles stopped and without turning to her,replied "And what car does suit a creature of the night,Faith?" Faith cocked a hip and shrugged ,"Dunno, a beemer or maybe a sporty model maybe."

"For christ sake" he muttered under his breath , "If you must know I do not have that crappy rust bucket." She smirked at his sarcasm and raised her brows with a smile ,"Right, so what do you have?"

"If you must know it's a ..." Faith scanned the row while he spoke and then pointed to the small Mazda mx5 "That's it isn't it?"

Again Giles huffed his impatience . Finally he admitted, "Yes! Yes okay it is that one ", much to his disgust ,Faith laughed hard. "What? It's a perfectly good sports car and I do not appreciate you laughing at it!"

"Whatever G. What did you do to get this? Eat a housewife or a gay guy?"

"No" he got in and let out an unneeded sigh and then whispered ,"Angelus did "

He pulled away with Faith still laughing,wiping her tears away from her eyes .