Title: Past Imperfect 8/?
Author: Ruby
E-mail: ruby_113@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-16
Disclaimer: Joss owns all.
Summary: Spike has had a slight mental adjustment.
Archive: Charity's site, Willow's Men, Fever of Fate,
and all the rest of my usual haunts.
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"I talked to one of the TA's," Willow said as they stood outside the lab. "He said these two guys have been in here a lot. He practically had to kick them out, some nights."Back to Fan FicShe handed Buffy a paper on which she had written two names.
"It's been a couple of weeks since they were here, though" she continued. "When they left, the TA discovered some chemicals were missing, and they haven't been back since."
The slayer nodded and shoved the paper in her pocket, "Okay, let's track them down and ask them a few questions."
"If they're students, they must be in the university computers. Let's go back to the dorm, and I'll see if I can pull them up," Willow suggested.
***
"Got 'em," Willow grinned and began to print out the information on the monitor.
Buffy grabbed the papers from the printer, quickly scanned them for an address, and headed for the door. Spike turned back as Willow's hand pulled on his arm.
"Spike," she said softly.
He looked back at the slayer, "We'll be out in a few minutes."
She sighed and opened the door, "I'll go call Xander and tell him to meet us. Just--be quick about it, will you?"
Spike drew Willow over to the bed, and her hands found his and pulled him down beside her.
"Spike, I--"
"I know," he smiled softly.
Their lips met, and he laid her back on the mattress as his fingers made quick work of the buttons on her shirt. She arched into him as he bit into her neck, and his hand moved under her skirt to rub along her slit. She raised her hips as he tore off her panties and thrust a finger into her wet heat. He withdrew his fangs, and she nuzzled against his throat, impatient for his blood. He raised himself up and quickly released his hard shaft from his pants before opening a gash on the familiar place on his neck.
He drew her up slightly, and her mouth brushed over the wound. Spike closed his eyes as her tongue lapped hungrily over his skin, and he slid into her. She mewled softly as he held her head in one hand and teased her clit with the other. Her need for his blood temporarily sated, she moved her mouth up to his, and he ran his tongue over her lips before slipping it into her mouth. Spike groaned and pumped into her as he neared his climax. He slammed into her, and she cried out as her orgasm met his.
He remained still inside her, and his lips brushed over her eyelashes as he held her close and whispered softly to her. He waited until her clear eyes met his before pulling out of her and helping her up off the bed. He fastened his jeans and chuckled softly as Willow went to the dresser and quickly tugged on a pair of fresh panties.
"I don't know why you bother, pet," he told her.
She blushed and smoothed her clothes, "Because I'm not walking around campus like--like--that."
He grinned and pulled her into a kiss before taking her hand and leading her to the door.
***
"When they listed themselves as living off campus, they weren't kidding," Buffy said as she looked at the run-down brick house across the street. "This barely classifies as living, period."
"It doesn't look like anyone's here," Willow said as she looked at the darkened windows.
Xander rubbed his hands together and grinned, "Anyone for a little breaking and entering?"
"No," Buffy stopped him as he stepped toward the street.
She took his arm and pulled him back into the shadows as a van rounded the corner and stopped alongside the opposite curb. She waited until a man climbed out of the vehicle and slammed the door shut before she headed toward him.
"Jordan?" she spoke.
The man whirled around and looked at her in surprise, "Do I know you?"
"The question is, do you know me?" Spike said as the trio appeared behind the slayer.
"Shit," the man grumbled and looked frantically over at the van.
"You'll never make it," Buffy warned him.
She blocked the fist that suddenly came at her and shoved him backward. Willow's eyes flew to the van as its engine started. The door slid open, and four men jumped out. One remained beside the van as the other three raced toward them. One of them lunged at Buffy, slamming her back into Xander. They landed on the ground, and Buffy groaned in pain as their attacker kicked her in the ribs. Xander rolled out from under her, and the man grabbed him by the collar, dragged him to his feet, and hurled him into the side of the brick house.
Spike slammed his fist into the second assailant's jaw. The man staggered backward, regained his footing, and barreled into the vampire. Spike, momentarily distracted by Willow's sudden squeal, landed on his ass. He shoved the man off of him and leapt to his feet.
Willow was struggling to escape from Jordan and two men who were dragging her into the van. The one who had remained beside the open door reached quickly inside the van and pulled out a weapon. A growl of pain rumbled from Spike's chest as something sharp ripped into his right shoulder. The man on the ground tried to kick the vampire's legs out from under him, and Spike angrily lifted him by the throat and crushed his windpipe.
"Willow!" Spike's anguished roar split the night air.
The man who had hauled the slayer up off the ground jammed his knee into her stomach and turned to flee toward the van. Buffy sank to her knees, clutching her wounded ribs, and fought for breath. She looked up to see the door on the van slam shut as the vehicle tore away amidst the squeal of tires.
"Spike," the word rasped from her throat as she willed herself up and forced herself to move to his side.
The vampire stood gripping the arrow he had yanked out of his shoulder, mindless of the blood spreading over his shirt, as he stared after the speeding van. Xander groaned from behind them and staggered to his feet, brushing away a trickle of blood above his eye.
"Willow?" he asked as he stumbled over to Buffy.
"Oh, God," the slayer whispered around the painful lump in her throat and placed her hand on Spike's arm. "We'll get her back. They won't kill her. It's you they're after."
He shook her hand off of him, blinking back bloody tears, "Damn you, slayer. I should have known better than to do this your way."
"Spike--"
He whirled around with an angry snarl, amber eyes gleaming murderously, "They're mine. They're dead."
