The Real Me Inside
Author's Note(s): A short maybe two or three part ficlet--based on Season 5’s the “Real Me” right after Harmony and her gang kidnaps Dawn and Buffy goes to Spike’s crypt to punch his nose for information. What can I say? It pissed me off. Geez, what a sanctimonious bitch-did you ever realize that, other than the violence, she treats Dawn and Spike the exact same way? This has not been edited/beta'd. If you see any glaring mistakes, let me know. Now Edited--yay!Pairings: Buffy/Spike
Warnings: NC-17 (just to be safe) Bloodplay/Biting, Violence, Sexual Content (eventually)
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or Spike or any of the other characters from BtVS. I just like to get them naked and roll them around in a bed ... or on a tomb ... under the table ... in the shower ... Um, you get the idea.
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1: The Real Spike
Spike cursed as he attempted to adjust the reception on his new television set when the door to the crypt slammed into the wall with the force the Slayer put behind it.
“Speaking of dishes, to what...” he didn’t get any further before Buffy’s fist slammed into his face.
“Save it, Spike.” She spat out hatefully. “I wanna know where Harmony’s lair is.”
“How should I know? I haven’t seen the bint in months.” No need to tell the Slayer he had run into Harm and her lame gang earlier now was there?
He got another punch in the nose for his trouble.
“Where is she?” Another punch.
“Ow, lay off the nose you bloody bitch!” He dodged the next punch, grabbing the offending appendage and spinning the Slayer around, before kicking her in the abdomen. No pain.
He smirked at the astonished look on her face, “Oh, did I forget to tell you?” He punched her when she rushed him again. “Chip doesn’t work anymore. Guess it really was a prototype.”
He easily dodged her flurry of kicks and punches, grinning like a madman the whole while. He forced her back with his body until she hit the wall, as she tried to duck under his arm he caught her head in both of his hands and applied pressure, pining her body to the wall of the crypt with his, keeping her from kicking him off.
“See, I decided it would be better for my overall general health not to let you in on the little secret, but I’m soddin’ tried of being your bitch. You think you have the right to slam into my home and beat me for information? Well, let me tell you, Sweetheart, I’m not Willy. I’m a Master Vampire that’s killed two Slayers and now I have nothing to stop me from baggin’ my third.”
He vamped and turned her head sharply, making a clean, long line of her neck. He growled at the pulsing vein there, all ready feeling his fangs slicing through the delicate tissue of her neck, all ready tasting the sweet, sweet nectar that was Slayer blood, he was hard at mere thought of it. Wasting no more time, he plunged his fangs in, ripping into her neck with ease and digging in, pulling long draughts of her blood, drinking her down in greedy gulps.
He moaned at the taste of her and pressed a suddenly urgent erection against the apex of her thighs, thoroughly enjoying the way she wiggled trying to get away from him, yet held on to his arms hard enough to draw blood.
Buffy was in shock. Spike’s chip didn’t work. How long had it been not working, how many had he killed while she allowed him to live thinking he was harmless? She couldn’t believe he got the best of her. She had let her guard down around him, confident that he couldn’t hurt her and now she was paying the price. She gasped when he vamped and bit into her neck. It hurt! She tried to get away from him, but he had her body pined, control by the strong, lean lines of his.
She gasped when he ground his erection into the space between her thighs, not even realizing that she was now clinging to him as the first stirring of desire raced from the point in her neck to the place where he was pressed tight against her. She moaned as she grew dizzy. Dawn. Dawn. She grasped that thought in her fuzzy mind even as she arched into him.
“Dawn...” she whispered, drawing his attention, knowing that he truly liked, if not cared for, her sister and mother.
He pulled away from her now limp body, mouth bloody, cock throbbing from the influx of Slayer blood and warm woman against him.
“Wha’? Wha’ about her?” He may hate the Slayer, but he truly cared for his Niblet and Joyce.
Buffy’s head felt fuzzy and her eyes heavy from blood loss, she tipped it back, bumping it on the wall. She winced, trying to focus on his now blue eyes. “Harmony’s got her, Dawn.” She slurred.
“Fuck! Why didn’t you say so in the first place you stupid bint?” He yelled, releasing her suddenly. He caught her up again just as quickly when she started to fall. “Bloody hell, Slayer, instead of punching me in the nose, did it ever occur to you just to ask me for my help?”
He quickly carried her below and eased her down into his newly acquired bed, tucking her in all thoughts of killing her leaving his mind in the face of his Niblet in trouble. He cursed again and turned to leave.
“Spike,” Her small voice stopped him and he turned around again, arching his eyebrow in her direction.
His non-beating heart jumped in his chest as he saw her there, pale and weak, worried about her sis. He could still smell the arousal that had flooded her body when he had bitten her. He cursed again and stalked back over to her, leaning over and kissing her mouth hard before pulling away and adjusting his hard-on, well aware that she had kissed him back.
“Stay here we need to talk,” he threw the words back over his shoulder “don’t worry, Slayer, I’ll bring her back.”
She nodded, stunned that he had kissed her, but somehow believing him about Dawn, and let the darkness overtake her.
(To Be Continued)
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