Written by Kass Shakespeare
Written by Kass Shakespeare
“Hello? Is anybody here?” she asked, still looking around, trying let her eyes adjust to the darkness. But she got no answer.
“Hello? Who’s there?” she asked again after she heard the whimpering once more.
Still no answer.
“Don’t be afraid, I am here to help you.” Buffy assumed it was a frightened child, who maybe was attacked my some vampires and was hiding in this crypt.
“Really?” a soft voice replied and Buffy felt released.
“Yes, what happened to you?” She still couldn’t see the person and walked steadily in that direction, trying not to stumble over anything.
“Are you all right?” Silence.
“Hello?” she asked again, a little scared of the silence and darkness. This whole situation was getting really weird.
Buffy sighed, as she still got no answer.
“Listen, nothing will happen to you, okay? You are safe now.” She wanted to add something but she suddenly felt a hard knock on her head and then everything went blank.
“Oww, my head,” she mumbled, reaching her hand up to her forehead. She was laying face forward on the hard floor and wondered where. Slowly she opened her eyes and tried to look around. She wasn’t in the crypt anymore. There was light in the room and the floor was made of concrete.
“Time you woke up, Slayer,” she heard a familiar voice from behind.
She turned her heard carefully, trying to sit up.
“Spike?” she said as she looked directly into the blond vampire’s face, who was sitting across her.
“Yes, that’s my name, do you also remember yours?” he answered sarcastically.
“Where am I?” she asked confused, still holding her aching head.
Spike just shrugged and stood up.
“Did you bring me here?” Buffy asked, slowly regaining her strength.
“Hell no, I would know better than bringing the Slayer in here.” Spike smirked. “If I could bring someone in here at all. I don’t think I have the power to do that right now.” He added.
“I don’t understand, what am I doing here?” She asked with a puzzled look on her face.
“If that is some silly trick of yours I am gonna stake you right away.” She threatened.
“Why the bloody hell would I care for your company, Slayer, can you tell me?” he just laughed.
“I don’t know, I-I am confused.”
“Oh, I didn’t notice at all.” Was his sarcastic remark.
Buffy shot him an angry look. “Okay, I am gonna ask one more time. Where am I and why am I here and who brought me here?”
“Actually,” Spike walked a few steps away from her and turned his back to her. “I have no idea. Maybe you can tell me.”
Buffy rolled here eyes and slowly stood up. “Well, you were here when I woke up, so you gotta know more than me.”
“Only thing I know is that I woke up here, lying on the floor beside you.”
“And you don’t know who brought us here?” she asked.
Spike shook his head.
“Last thing I remember is, I was in this crypt and and there was a little kid.” She tried to remember.
Spike turned around to face her. “A kid in a crypt, you are saying?”
“Yes, it was scared and I wanted to help it. And then I felt something hard on my head and everything else is just blank.” She explained.
“Well, that’s exactly what happened to me.” Spike replied and Buffy gave him a surprised look.
“The only difference is that I didn’t want to help the kid,” he smirked.
“Oh sure, what else do you expect from a vampire?” she said, rolling her eyes at him.
“You know, one has to survive.”.
“So, you think it was a trap?” she insisted.
“Maybe.”
“But who would kidnap us and why?” Buffy walked to the iron door of the cell and examined it. “And how do we get out of here?” She pulled the doorknob but there was no chance escaping from that door. It was solid and locked.
“The door is solid.” Spike said. “I tried that already.”
Buffy let go of the doorknob and sighed deeply. She looked around the room again, and a small window on the other side of the room came into her view.
“No need to try it,” Spike said as he saw her walking towards it. “There are iron bars, you can’t bend them.”
“Well, I can at least try” she replied, looking up to the window, which was about 2 feet over her head.
Spike shrugged and didn’t pay much attention to the Slayer, who wasn’t even able to reach the window.
“Could you help me here?” she glared at him.
“I don’t know why I should do that. It’s funny watching a little one like you jumping up and down, trying to reach the window.” The Vampire grinned at her evilly.
“You’re a pig, Spike.”
“Thanks pet.” He said and sat down on the on the dirty old prison bed.
Buffy looked at him angrily and gave up her effort with the window. Spike obviously wouldn’t help her and alone she couldn’t even try to open the window.
She slid down the wall and sat on the floor, holding her still aching head.
“We need a plan,” she suggested after a few minutes of silence.
“And what glorious plan would that be?” Spike asked.
“Could you maybe for one minute stop your sarcasm and try to help me to get us out of here?” Buffy said with a slight angry voice.
“Well, I say we just wait till somebody comes in here. I don’t think they brought us here to let us starve. Although…” Spike eyed Buffy, “I maybe wouldn’t be the first to starve.”
“Don’t you dare even thinking about that,” she said with a threatening voice. “I would stake you before you had enough time to even wink.”
“Oh really?” he asked, smirking. “What are you going to use for a stake then?”
Buffy reached her hand to her waist where she normally had her stake and noticed it was gone. Nervously she ran her hand to her ankle, where she had another stake in her boot, but she felt nothing.
“Oh crap, crap, crap.” She sighed. “They took my stakes.” She remembered the silver cross necklace that Angel had given her when she first met him in the alley behind the Bronze almost three years ago. But even this was gone.
“You’re defenceless, Slayer.” The vampire noticed.
“I may have lost some equipment, but I am definitely NOT defenceless.” She disagreed.
“I could suck you dry in a minute if I wanted.”
“Oh yeah? Then why don’t you go ahead? I would love kicking your sorry ass.”
“I guess you wouldn’t get far with that. You have no weapons.”
“Well, I still have my slayer powers.”
Spike laughed. “Which does you no good without a stake.”
Buffy looked around the room again. Besides the bed, which actually was only a metal shelf that was fixed to the wall, there was no other furniture. In one corner of the cell there was a toilet and a sink behind a low wall, but there was nothing she could use as a stake.
She sighed again deeply and leaned her head against the wall.
“Why haven’t you attacked me yet?” she suddenly wondered.
“Well, I think that wouldn’t be a smart thing to do.” Spike had laid down on the bed, not looking at his enemy.
“Oh yes, you are afraid I could hurt you.” Buffy assumed.
“Bloody hell no!” the vampire laughed. “I could have killed you while you were unconscious.”
“And why haven’t you done it?” she asked curiously.
“I see exactly two possible outcomes of this situation. Either whoever brought us here will let us die, in which case it wouldn’t be very smart killing you now because I might need something to eat later, or there is a way for us to get out of here and then you could be useful.”
“Uh huh, and you think I buy that excuse?” she provoked him.
“Well, believe it or not, if you’re gonna continue your nerve-wracking talk I will kill you just because you annoy me to death.” He shot back.
“I annoy you to death?” Buffy was furious. “On a annoyance scale from one to ten you are way beyond a hundred.”
“Whatever, Slayer,” he replied, rolling his eyes at her.
“Oh I hate you!” she yelled.
“Can you hate me silently? I would like to get some rest.”
“Oh no, I can say whatever I want and I don’t care if you want to get some rest.”
“Shut your gob!” he said with a threatening voice. “Or I am gonna…” But a sudden noise interrupted Spike. Before they were able to react, a dormer-window in the door was opened and a tablet pushed inside. Buffy and Spike both jumped on their feet and ran to the door.
Spike kicked against it and screamed some words, Buffy didn’t even know.
“Bloody hell, you asshole! Come back!”
“Maybe if you call this person some other nice names they will come back and let us out.” Buffy said ironically.
The blonde vampire kicked the door again and then looked down at the tablet. There was a bag of blood and a big plate of food.
“At least they won’t let us starve here,” Buffy said as she noticed what they had brought them.
“Yes, maybe I can kill you earlier,” Spike replied, picking up the blood and drinking it.
Buffy took the tablet back to her place on the floor, where she started to eat.
“I am taking a walk in the park,” he mumbled. “What does it look like? I want to sleep.”
“What about me?” she replied.
Spike turned around to face her. “You can sleep too if you want,” he said, smiling ironically.
Buffy rolled her eyes. “ Well, I am not sleeping on the floor.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you had such tender feelings for me, Slayer. So you want to share the bed with me?”
“You wish!” she snapped at him.
“Actually…” the vampire gazed at the ceiling, “no.”
“You’re a pig Spike.”
“Why? Because I don’t want to shag you?”
“Ugh!” Buffy growled. “Because you let me sleep on the floor.”
Spike grinned. “Well, I said I don’t wanna share my bed with you.”
“Who said something about sharing?” Buffy squeaked. “Now get your dead ass out off the bed and take the floor!”
“And why the hell would I do that?” he asked.
“Forget it!” she sighed and looked in the other direction.
“I wonder how long we are gonna stay here.” Buffy said after some minutes of silence.
“They have to tell us at least why we are here. I mean, if this is an abduction and they want to get money or something they ….”
“Shut the hell up! I want to sleep!” Spike suddenly yelled at her.
“Oh it’s all your fault, Spike,” she said angrily. “I can’t sleep on the floor. If you had let me sleep on the bed I wouldn’t have to annoy you now.”
“Oh, you finally admit that you are annoying.” The Vampire sounded surprised.
“No, I am not, I just love annoying you.”
“Fine then, just do it QUIET!” he warned her and almost sprang up from the bed.
Buffy remained quiet, not because she didn’t have to add anything, oh no, a hundred nasty things came to her mind she could say about her enemy, but she was tired, too, and wanted to try to sleep, at least.
“Okay, I will shut up now, but give me the pillow and the blanket.”
Spike shot her an angry look and threw both the blanket and the pillow at her. “And now good night.”
Buffy attempted to make is as comfortable as possible for her and rested her head on the pillow.
“Wait,” she said after a while, looking at Spike over her shoulder. “Who says you wont try to bite me while I am sleeping?”
But Spike didn’t answer. He obviously was asleep already and Buffy didn’t want to wake him, because she didn’t want him to start arguing with her again.
She wanted to stay awake but after some time her eyes got heavy and she fell fast asleep.
She turned around to see Spike, who was still sleeping. As she looked to the door of the cell, she saw a big black bag on the floor and another tray with food.
“Oh great,” she mumbled, “They were here and I didn’t notice.”
Buffy stood up and slowly walked to the door to look into the bag. As she opened it she found clean clothes and a towel in it. She took the content of the bag and went behind the low wall, where the toilet and the sink were and freshened up. She tried to be as silent as possible and not to wake Spike up, because she didn’t want to get interrupted while changing clothes.
After she had on the new pants and t-shirt, witch surprisingly fitted her like her own, she sat back on the floor and took the tablet on her lap. There was toast, marmalade, coffee, orange juice and cornflakes.
“That’s a five star breakfast compared to what I saw in all those prison movies, very strange,” she said to herself and started eating.
“Where is my breakfast?” she heard a sleepy voice beside her.
“Good morning Spike,” she replied with a sarcastic smile. “Oh, I think it is right here.” Buffy grabbed the bag of blood and threw it to Spike who was not awake enough yet to have fast reflexes so it landed in his lap.
“Thanks.” The vampire showed his demon face and ripped the bag open with his fangs.
“Ugh,” Buffy made a disgusted face. “Couldn’t you wait until I have finished my breakfast.
“Oh c’mon, its not like you never saw it before, is it? I am sure you seen Angel feeding quite often.”
“Actually, I didn’t,” Buffy said, “and you could have at least kept your normal face. Its not like the bag will try to escape or needs to be killed first.”
Spike rolled his now yellow sparkling eyes at her and drank the blood.
“Or is that one of this prey and hunter thing? Like cats, that play with wool balls?” Buffy chuckled.
“No, the fucking plastic bag is just easier to open when I have my fangs.”
Buffy raised an eyebrow at Spike. “What? No sarcastic remark?”
“It’s getting annoying,” he said calmly.
“Oh, you are out of arguments?” she teased him.
“Why do you always have to be such a bitch, Slayer?” Spike’s voice became angry.
“Same reason why you have to be such an asshole.” She answered.
“You like it, don’t you?”
“I like what?” she asked.
“You like it when we are fighting. You pretend to be a tough girl so I wont see how vulnerable and weak you are deep down inside.”
Buffy laughed. “You think you could hurt me with your words? Who do you think you are?”
“Well, it’s true, isn’t it?” Spike had morphed to his human face again. “Don’t tell me you don’t mind when I call you bitch or stupid bint.”
“I am a stupid bint?”
“Well, yes you are, but that’s not the point.” Spike attempted to say something witty but Buffy interrupted him with her surprised laughter.
“So, what is the point then?”
“The point is, I think all this tough-girl talk is just a way to cover how hurt you are. Angel left and is in L.A. now, right?” Spike asked.
“That is none of your business!” Buffy replied harshly.
“No, it isn’t, you are right. But I think we should try not to annoy each other to death here. We don’t know how long we’re gonna stay here.” Spike proposed.
“Uh huh,” Buffy said, rolling her eyes. “That is maybe the smartest thing you ever said, Spike.”
“Thanks, pet,” he said, smiling.
“I am not your pet.” Buffy exclaimed. “By the way, where is Drusilla?”
“Now that is none of your business.”
“I thought you wanted to get her back. Did she leave you for this chaos demon again? Well, he must have something you can’t give her.” Buffy chuckled at the thought of Drusilla in the arms of a disgusting, slimy demon.
“You really know how to make a man feel better.” Spike sighed deeply.
“Sorry.” Buffy looked down on her hands, deeply in thoughts. Maybe she was a little too harsh to Spike. She knew how much it hurt to be abandoned, and Spike definitely loved Dru, and she couldn’t understand how Spike was capable of such strong feelings although he was a demon.
“You should talk! You couldn’t make Angel stay with you, either!” The vampire smirked sarcastically.
“Oh, I should have known it. For one second I felt sorry that I said that about Drusilla. But you don’t deserve my sympathy.”
“I don’t need your frigging sympathy, Slayer!” Spike said angrily.
“And now we’re back with the tough-guy talk,” she mumbled.
“You just can’t be friendly, can you?”
“Why should I be friendly to you, Spike? You tried to kill me a thousand times and were never nice to me.”
“Oh, that wasn’t anything personal, you know. I mean you are the Slayer. If I don’t kill you, what am I supposed to do?”
Buffy gave him a puzzled look. “Then don’t expect me to be nice to you.”
“You know, me vampire, you Slayer, we are enemies.” Spike explained.
“And what changed?”
“We are stuck in this cell together.”
“Uh huh, but does that mean we are not enemies anymore.”
Spike took a deep breath. “No, but we could try to get along.”
“Okay then, Spike, old buddy, how have you been? Tell me what is going on in your unlife.”
“Can’t you just for once drop your sarcasm? I don’t know why you always have to act so bitchy,” the vampire sounded angry.
“Maybe I don’t want to,” Buffy shrugged at him.
“I see I am wasting my time with you.” Spike laid back down on the bed and glared at the ceiling. “Then don’t bother talking to me at all.”
“Oh!” Buffy squeaked, “don’t play the innocent one now and blame it all on me!”
“Whatever, Slayer, just don’t annoy me anymore.”
Buffy rolled her eyes and didn’t reply anymore. After a while of silence she started counting the scratches on the concrete walls again and again. She was bored, terribly bored. After maybe an hour the silence was so bad that she couldn’t bear it anymore and decided to talk to Spike.
“So,” she started and Spike, who had laid still on the bed for the whole time looked at her, “what brings you back to Sunnydale?”
“I didn’t know where else to go. Sunnyhell is kind of my home,” he replied honestly.
“Your home? But isn’t a home the place where your friends and family are?”
“Yes, but I don’t have either. Dru left me, what else do I have but this place and its people?”
Buffy thought it was really sad that Spike didn’t have anybody, although he was an evil vampire, who deserved to die and was not worthy of any sympathy or pity.
“But anyways, this place has lots of people, running around like..”
“Happy meals with legs,” Buffy finished his sentence. “I know.”
“Hey, you remember that?” he asked surprised.
“Yes, I do. But you also know that I wont let you eat anything at ‘McSunnydale’s’”
Spike nodded at her. “It’s your job.”
“Yes, it is.”
“So you would kill me if you could?” Spike waited for her answer.
“If I had to, I would, yes.”
“And why haven’t you done it yet?”
That was really a tough question. Why hadn’t she killed him yet? She had had many chances but always let him get away.
“I don’t know,” she confessed.
“Why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance?” she asked back.
“I don’t know either.” Spike took his cigarettes out of the pocket of his duster, which was lying on the bed, and lit one. “This is funny, isn’t it?”
“Spike please,” Buffy coughed, “don’t smoke.”
“Why, it can’t kill me anymore.” He took a deep drag from his smoke and chuckled.
“Yes, but it can kill me, and it stinks.”
Spike rolled his eyes at her but then threw the cigarette to the floor and stomped on it.
“Thanks,” Buffy said.
“What about you and Angel? Why did he leave you?” Spike wanted to know.
“I don’t want to talk about that with you.”
“Well, we have to talk about something, or we’ll go back to staring at the ceiling and say nothing.” Spike said.
“We can talk about something else.” Buffy suggested.
“Yeah, we can, but about what?”
“How old are you Spike?”
“I am 126, why?”
Buffy shrugged at him. “Just interested. How was life like in the 19th century?”
“Oh it was cool. Dru, Darla, Angel and me were drawing a bloody line through Europe. We killed a lot of people and…”
“I didn’t want to know what terrible things you did, and especially not when Angel is involved.” Buffy interrupted him. “Tell me something about your life before you were made a vampire.”
“Nah, you really don’t wanna know that.”
“Why not? I mean this is the only chance we’ve got for this conversation. The next time I see you I will fight against you again.”
“I don’t remember anything,” he lied.
Buffy decided to ask him about it later, but she felt that he didn’t want to talk about it for some reason.
“Okay, then tell me about your time with Drusilla when Angel was not with you anymore.”
“Being with Dru was just wonderful. For over a hundred years she always knew how to make me happy. Before she got almost killed by the mob in Prague, she often brought me beautiful girls as surprise and let me…”
“Spike!” Buffy yelped at him. “Leave that out.”
“Okay, but that’s the best part,” Spike pouted. “Well, then let’s just say, she always brought me nice presents, okay?”
Buffy nodded.
Spike told her many things Dru and he did in over 100 years, how she always “brought him nice presents” and surprised him, how she almost got killed in Prague and how they came to America, after they were in China during the Boxer Rebellion, but Buffy refused to listen to the part where Spike killed the Slayer. When it wasn’t about killing, his story almost sounded like a normal relationship. Buffy had never known how much Spike loved Drusilla.
“And now my dark Princess left me. It all started when Angelus came back. She wasn’t mine anymore. I would give everything if I could make her come back to me, but it’s too late. For over a century we were together. Our love was eternal, and now I feel like half of me is missing.”
“I know how you feel,” Buffy said softly. “Oh god, what am I doing here? I am talking to my mortal enemy like he is an old friend of mine.”
“Well, we have a lot in common, Slayer.” Spike said. “And we still are mortal enemies. It’s just this situation. If we weren’t trapped here we wouldn’t have this conversation.”
“Right,” she agreed.
“I told you my whole story. Now you tell me now why Angel left you,” he demanded.
“He said it was better for me, he wanted me to have a normal life.”
Spike laughed. “As if you could ever lead a normal life. You are the Slayer, it’s a miracle that you’re still alive at all.”
“I wonder why Angel didn’t want to realize this,” she said sadly.
“Maybe he knew that he wouldn’t be able to stay away from you long enough. I am sure he thought about shagging you all the time.”
“You’re a…”
“A pig, I know, but its true,” He said and Buffy raised an eyebrow at him.
“See, if I haven’t been able to touch Dru, not making love to her, I would have gone crazy.”
“But he didn’t have to leave me, we could have been…”
“Friends? Oh please, we had that already.”
“Hey, would you maybe let me finish my sentences?” Buffy glared at him.
“You still think you two could have been just friends? Love is stronger than brains, it controls your every thoughts and behaviour. And you can’t just deny it and pretend to be friends.”
Buffy nodded again sadly. “I really hate saying that, but you are right.”
Spike smiled. “You know, if you weren’t the Slayer, maybe we two could be friends.”
They looked in each other’s eyes. “No,” they both said at the same time and chuckled.
Suddenly they heard a noise at the door. The dormer-window was opened again and a box was pushed in.
Buffy and Spike both jumped up and rushed to the door.
“Hello?” Buffy screamed. “Who are you? And why are we here?”
No answer.
“What are you gonna do with us?” Spike shouted.
Still no answer.
“We have the right to know why we are here at least,” Buffy exclaimed.
But whoever was in front of the door remained silent.
“Oh fuck, they won’t answer.” Spike gave up.
“I really wonder who brought us here and why. I mean who could have a reason to put me, the Slayer and you, a vampire together in a cell?”
“I don’t know,” Spike shrugged and picked up the box. He sat on the bed with it and opened it. “More food, more blood, nothing else.”
“Oh, chocolate chips cookies!” Buffy took them out of the box and sat beside Spike.
She put one of the cookies in her mouth and started chewing.
“Can I have a cookie too?” Spike asked.
“You want a cookie?” Buffy gave him a surprised look. “These aren’t blood cookies, you know?”
“Yes, I do know that. Just that I am a vampire doesn’t mean I can’t eat normal food.”
“But you don’t need it, you only need your blood, which you obviously got.”
“Ever heard something about sharing?”
“Why should I share with you?” Buffy asked.
“Well, I would share my blood with you if you gave me a cookie,” he smirked.
“Ugh, no thanks,” she replied with a disgusted look on her face.
“So I don’t get a cookie?” he asked again.
Buffy shook her head but then she grinned and pushed one of the cookies into Spike’s mouth.
As Buffy wanted to get up from the bed she suddenly hissed out and reached her hand to her back. “Ouch!”
“What’s wrong?” Spike asked.
“Ow, its my back, sleeping on the floor isn’t very comfortable.” In fact her back just hurt a little, and Buffy was used to worse pains than this, she just didn’t want to spend one more night on the cold and hard floor.
“Oh, you can have the bed tonight,” Spike proposed generously and Buffy had to hide her smile. Men just can’t resist the charms of a woman, she thought, not even if the man is an evil vampire and the woman is the Slayer.
“Thank you,” she said and tried to look as if she was in serious pain.
Spike left the bed and sat down on the floor where Buffy had sat and slept before.
“Not very comfy here,” he noticed.
“Well, the bed isn’t very comfortable either,” she noticed as she laid down on it.
“I hope we can get out of here soon. And when we will, I will kick those bastards’ asses, I swear!” Spike said with a threatening voice.
“We need a plan,” Buffy suggested.
“Yeah, but what? They don’t open the door or anything and don’t even show themselves. And there is no way escaping through the window.”
“We have to find a way, and I am sure we will. If not, the others will wonder where I am. I am sure Giles, Willow and Xander will find a way to rescue me…us.”
“So, how is the red-head doing anyways? Is she still a witch?” Spike asked. He wasn’t really interested in Willow, but they had to talk about something if they didn’t want to die of boredom.
“Yes she is still a witch, and she is doing fine.”
“And is she still with the werewolf?”
“Yup.” Strange that Spike knew all this. Buffy never thought that he had paid so much attention to her and her friends.
“And her friend, this loser, Xander is his name I think?”
Buffy glared at him for a second. “Xander is no loser.”
“Okay, sorry,” Spike apologized but didn’t really mean it. “How is he doing?”
“Why you wanna know all this, Spike?” Buffy asked surprised.
“I am so bored here that stories about your los…” Spike rolled his eyes, “you friends are better than nothing.”
“Xander is okay, I think. But he isn’t with Cordelia anymore. And part of that is your fault.”
“My fault?” Spike looked puzzled at her.
Buffy told him the whole story, how Oz and Cordelia had found Willow and Xander kissing in the warehouse and that Cordelia had left Xander. She also told him about Anya who now was Xander’s girlfriend, and about the Mayor, his ascension, about how they had killed him and blew up the school, and about Faith.
“Wow, this girl sounds kinda screwed up,” Spike said about her. “For a slayer of course. She would make a fabulous vampire.”
“She is in coma now,” Buffy explained and then she told Spike what happened in Faith’s apartment, that she almost killed her and she told him that Angel got poisoned and she had to let him drink her blood.
“I was wondering where you got this scar.” Spike pointed to Buffy’s neck.
“Yeah, its strange,” Buffy laid her hand on her neck and looked down. “I don’t know why it wont go away.”
“Oh, don’t tell me you don’t know.” Spike chuckled.
Buffy looked up at him. “Know what?”
“Angel marked you.”
“He what?”
Spike laughed. “When a Vampire drinks the blood of his mate, he marks her as his and no other Vampire can ever bite her. Well they can feed of this person, but nothing else. It’s a mating ritual.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that.”
“I can’t believe he didn’t tell you.”
Buffy sighed deeply and looked up at the ceiling.
“Let’s do something. I am bored.” She said after a while.
“Good idea, let’s go out and see a movie. Or we could go to the theatre,” he said sarcastically.
“I think that is off the menu. I meant let’s… I don’t know, we could maybe play a game or something.”
“And what game?” Spike asked. “I don’t have any cards or Monopoly with me today, usually I have.”
“Very funny Spike, you don’t have any fantasy. Let’s play ‘Who am I?’”
“You are the Slayer. Next game.”
“No, that is not how it works. You have to imagine you are someone famous and I have to ask you questions you can only answer with ‘yes’ or ‘no’ and guess who you are.”
“Okay then, but you start,” Spike said.
“Okay, I know who I am. Ask me questions.”
“Who are you?”
“No, you have to ask a question I can only answer with ‘yes’ or ‘no’, like ‘are you female?’ or something.”
“Who the hell is that?” Spike asked.
“She is a singer.”
“Never heard of her. Okay, my turn?”
“Your turn,” Buffy nodded.
“Ready.”
“Good, so, are you male?”
Spike looked at her with big blue eyes.
“Okay, okay, so you are male?”
He nodded.
“Sid Vicious.” He looked at her, waiting for the “A-ha! I know” but she didn’t.
“Who is that?”
“You don’t know who Sid Vicious is?”
“No.”
“Oh bloody hell, what do those morons teach you in school?” he asked all surprised.
“A lot of stuff, but I am not in school anymore.”
“Sid Vicious was a genius. He was the bassist of the Sex Pistols. I am sure you know who they are.” Spike eyed Buffy.
She shrugged and smiled a little ashamed.
“Oh no! I cant believe that.” He gasped. “The Sex Pistols are the first big punk band. They were very successful especially in England in the 70s, and they are famous.”
“Sorry, but I never heard of them.”
“Ask Giles. I am sure he will know who they are. He is from England too.” Spike suggested.
“Giles should know a band named the Sex Pistols? I can’t picture him listening to some punk music.” Buffy shook her head.
“Well, then ask your mom.”
“You know what is sad?” he asked after a while.
“What?”
“You young people today don’t know what good music is. The seventies and eighties were still cool, but the nineties?” he frowned. “All this rap and techno crap, that’s not music anymore.”
“Now you sound like Giles.” Buffy noticed.
“See, at least he has style.”
“And I don’t have style or what?” Buffy asked angrily.
“No, you don’t! Al least not about music.”
“Oh, but you have, right? Well, punk might have been cool in the 80s but we are in the 3rd millennium now.”
Spike laughed ironically.
“And anyways, you think you are the coolest guy in town?”
“Tell me someone that is cooler,” he said.
“Even Giles is cooler than you. You are so not cool!” Buffy’s voice got louder.
“Giles is old.”
“Pfft, you could be his grand-grand-grand-father.”
“That wasn’t meant in a negative way. An old guy like Giles maybe knows more about what’s cool than the losers your age like this Xander.” Spike said with a obvious arrogant tone is his voice.
“I am not discussing what is cool and what not with a guy who has been dead for over a hundred years,” Buffy snapped at him.
“Hey, now you are unfair!”
“Oh, did I hurt your feelings?” she batted her eyelashes at him and smirked innocently.
“Oh god, I hate you! I cant believe I told you all those things about me and Dru,” he growled deep in his throat.
“And I hate you! I so need to get outta here, I can’t stand to be around your stupid ass any longer!”
“I knew you were a bitch!” he said with fury.
“I am a bitch?” Now she was really angry. For several hours she had almost enjoyed his company and had a nice conversation with him.
“As soon as we get out of here I will kick your ass and then stake you!” she sweared.
“Oh, you wanna kick my ass? Why don’t you do it now?” Spike grinned evilly. “I guess you don’t have the guts to do that,” he assumed.
“I don’t have the guts? I – Don’t – Have – The – Guts?” Buffy jumped off the bed.
“Hey, why can you move so quickly now? I thought your back was aching?” Spike asked sceptically.
“You silly twit!” he shouted. “You fooled me. You just wanted to have the bed for you alone.” Now Spike stood too and they looked at each other angrily, both ready to make the first move. For some seconds they stood still, their faces only a few inches apart and stared at each other furiously. With a quick move Buffy sat down on the bed.
“You won’t get the bed. I will sleep here tonight,” she said.
“No way I let you get the bed after this mean trick of yours!”
“Oh, and what do you want to do?” Buffy laid down and pulled the blanket over herself. “Too late! I’m already in bed.”
“No, it’s not too late,” he answered and with one step he stood right in front of her and made an attempt to pull her out of the bed.
With one hand Buffy held the metal frame of the bed so he couldn’t pull her out so easily and with the other she punched him in his face.
“Ow!” he screamed. “You bitch!”
“It’s your own fault, idiot!”
Spike growled again. “Okay, if you won’t get out of bed…” Spike suddenly jumped into bed right between Buffy and the wall and tried to push her out. Buffy yelped as she rolled towards the edge and grabbed Spike’s shoulder and they fell on the floor together. Spike landed on top of her and Buffy couldn’t move anymore.
“Get off!” she cried.
“Make me!” he teased.
Buffy tried to free herself but Spike had pinned her arms to the ground and his full weight was resting on her body, she couldn’t even move her legs. Suddenly Spike pressed his lips on hers roughly and Buffy tried to fight him. With a loud smacking Spike let go of her lips and stared down at her bewildered. Buffy glared back at him as he moved his head down to kiss her again. But this time she allowed him to push his tongue in her mouth and kissed him back. The kiss got more intense and Buffy didn’t fight it anymore. She arched her head up to him and wrapped her legs around his waist. Spike reached one hand to the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head quickly. He ran his lips down her jaw to her neck and started nibbling on it. Buffy shivered slightly under his touch as he started sucking on the soft skin of her neck and then ran his tongue further down to her bare breast.
Buffy gasped in pleasure as his cool lips kissed her left nipple and his tongue ran in circles around it and then around the other one. Buffy arched her hips up against him and felt his erection between her legs. She immediately reacted and felt her arousal increase. Buffy pulled on his shirt and stripped it over his head while his mouth was putting small kisses all over her belly. As he pulled down her pants and panties, she moaned and closed her eyes. He started stroking into her brown curls and inhaling her sweet scent. Buffy felt her legs being pushed back even further as Spike ran his tongue in every direction across her most sensitive spots. She moaned loudly and thrust her hips up into his face as his tongue flicked across her swollen clit. Buffy ran her fingers through Spike's hair as he continued giving her wave after wave of pleasure that swept through her body. She then pulled him up and ran her hands across his smooth chest.
Then reaching down she removed his pants and pushed them down to his feet. Spike laid back down and grabbed her hair and entered her without a care if it hurt her or not. Her wet warmth surrounded him and Buffy gasped as she felt Spike enter her with such roughness. Her pain soon turned into pleasure though as he began moving his hips and grasping her breasts in his hands and pinching the nipples hard between his fingers. She reached around his back with her hands and dug her fingernails deeply into his cold flesh. Buffy began to sweat and the hot drops burned his cool skin almost like holy water. Their passion grew with each passing second as both of them bit and clawed at the soft flesh of each other’s mouths. Spike noticed blood on Buffy's lips and that made him move his hips even faster at the sight of that dark, sweet nectar covering her pouty lips. He then bared his fangs and dragged them across her breasts and he watched as Buffy shivered in pleasure.
Buffy wrapped her legs around his back and thrust her hips up to meet his. She kept pace with the increasing speed of his moves as her whole body started shaking. She then flung her arms around his neck and pulled him as close as possible as her climax blackened out all her senses. Hearing her crying out his name in pleasure he felt his own climax coming. A deep groan escaped his throat as he thrust into her a final time. Buffy’s breath was still going fast as he collapsed on top of her, taking an unneeded deep breath.
“Oh,” she sighed as she saw the happy smile on the sleeping Vampire’s face.
“Crap, crap, crap,” she mumbled.
Spike slowly opened his eyes and looked right into hers.
“Good morning, Slayer,” he said sweetly.
“Ugh, good morning Spike,” she replied not looking very happy.
She sat up and held the blanket in front of her bare breasts, looking around the room. Through the window at the other side of the cell came only little light but she assumed that it was already afternoon.
“Oh, we have slept almost all day,” Spike noticed but Buffy didn’t say anything.
“What have we done?” she asked, looking at him shocked.
“Well, I would say we shagged, luv.”
“I know that,” she shook her head. “But…why…how?”
“Why? Maybe because we were horny. How? Well, first wild monkey sex on the floor and then less wild ….”
“Oh god, I know what we did, I just mean…” she sighed. “Forget it.”
“That is not so easy. It was too good to forget.” He grinned at her wildly.
Buffy sighed again.
“Oh, don’t tell me you didn’t like it. Why did you scream “Oh yes, Spike!” if you didn’t like it?” He was angry because he knew that she enjoyed it as much as he did and now she wanted to deny it.
Buffy glared at him. “This shouldn’t have happened. I mean…oh my god!” her voice got louder, “You are a vampire!”
“Angel is a vampire too and you also let him jump your bones.”
“Oh, you bastard!” she snapped at him.
“Well, I am not the one who spread my legs so willingly.” He smirked.
“You are an asshole!”
“And you are a bitch!”
“Moron!”
“Silly twit!”
Spike sat now too and they were staring in each others eyes, trying to look as angry as possible.
“You…” Buffy wanted to say something else but Spike had grabbed her by her hair and pulled her down to him, kissing her roughly. She wanted to free herself but as his cool lips touched hers and his cold hands ran over her body, all her senses were blackened out and she simply couldn’t resist him. She felt her whole body shivering with each touch of his hands. She sat on him, riding him in a wild rhythm. With one hand he pulled her closer as he thrust up to meet her while his other hand was grasping her breasts.
Her breath was going fast and with each move she moaned loudly until she almost screamed as her climax was hitting her. With a loud growl he thrust up a last time as he climaxed too and she collapsed on top of him, her heated body laying on his cool one, still heavily breathing. Spike kissed her forehead as he was stroking her back with a gentleness she didn’t expect from him. She looked into his eyes and noticed for the first time how blue they were. They had always looked dark, almost brown, but this time they were shining blue. She kissed him softly on the lips and then closed her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder and fell asleep again.
“Ugh, the coffee is ice cold, I wander what time it is.”
“It must be evening, they will bring us dinner soon if it is like the other evenings.” Spike suggested.
“Yeah,” she mumbled, chewing on the hard piece of bread that was on the plate.
“That’s it!” she suddenly said, her eyes wide opened.
“What’s what?” Spike asked puzzled.
“When they push the tray through the door we can escape.”
“Um, maybe you fit through the small dormer-window but I am sure I don’t,” Spike replied.
“No, I don’t mean we will go through the dormer-window, we will escape through the door.”
“How?”
“Just do what I tell you, Spike. You’ll see, it will work.”
Spike shrugged and got out of the bed, grabbing his clothes and got dressed.
“What now?” he asked as they had sat down, one to each side of the door.
“Be quiet,” she whispered, “we have to hear when they are coming.”
Spike nodded and they sat there for about half an hour, waiting for their dinner, and as dessert, their freedom.
“I hear something,” he whispered, pressing his ear to the door and Buffy nodded as she noticed someone’s footsteps on the other side of the door.
A key was pushed into the keyhole and the dormer-window was opened.
Neither of them moved until they saw the tray being pushed inside and then a hand came into their views. Quickly Buffy grabbed the hand and pulled it inside the cell, reaching outside with her and pulled the head of the guard inside too. He screamed in pain as Spike held his head in an uncomfortable position, ready to break his neck.
“Open the door!” Spike said as calmly as possible. He didn’t want to anybody else to notice what was going on in case there were more guards out there.
“I can’t,” the man answered, moaning in pain.
“Why not?” Buffy asked. “If you don’t open the door now, you will have the new ability to turn your head around and look at your own ass.”
“I can’t reach the keyhole.”
“Oh.” Buffy looked at Spike, who shrugged at her, not knowing what to do. If they let him go to open the door, he certainly would get away and their chance to escape would be gone.
“Is there anybody else who could open the door?” he asked.
“Yes,” the guard whimpered. “Bob?” he shouted as loud as possible.
They heard someone stepping closer.
“Oh my god,” a voice said.
“Bob, open the door,” the man said.
“But then they will…”
“Do it!” he shouted, “Or they will break my neck.”
Buffy stood up as she heard another key being pushed in the keyhole, while Spike was still holding the guard’s head, ready to snap his neck.
Finally the door was opened a few inches and Buffy quickly pulled it open, kicking the other guard in his face. He stumbled backwards, holding his bleeding nose and screamed in pain.
Spike let go of the other man, who stayed on the floor, holding his aching neck, and left the cell too.
“Push him inside the cell!” Buffy commanded as she grabbed the other guard by the shoulders.
They locked the door and looked around the hall, where many doors were.
“What is this?” Spike asked confused.
“I have no idea,” answered Buffy and peeked around the corner at the end of the hall. “Okay, we can go that way.”
Spike followed her through another dark corridor until they had to pass an open door. Slowly Buffy looked inside the room and saw a sleeping man, sitting on a chair in front of several TV-monitors. They showed many different kinds of demons in their cells. In one monitor she saw a ugly big demon with horns, in another one a slimy thing, almost looking like a man-tall worm and in another she saw another cell with two men inside it.
“Oh my god,” she almost yelled.
“What?” Spike whispered.
“That-that is our cell.”
Spike widened his eyes in shock and looked on the monitor.
“I didn’t know there was a camera,” he said.
“Me either, it is well hidden. But…OH!” she looked at Spike. “They filmed it, they filmed us.”
“Uh huh, maybe they are gonna sell it as porno.”
“That’s not funny,” she said, glaring at him. “Lets get out of here before this guy wakes up.”
“Oh, I could prevent that,” Spike smirked but Buffy shot him an angry look.
“Okay, okay.” Spike followed her through the corridor until they reached a stairway. They climbed up the stairs, trying not to make any noise. They opened a door at the end of the stairway carefully and peeked inside a luxurious hallway.
Buffy looked to both sides of it and made sure they wouldn’t be seen.
“Come on.” She said and they stepped in. As they walked down the hall, they passed an half opened door. Hiding behind it, Buffy and Spike listened.
“Yes, I have the Slayer,” they heard someone saying.
“How much? Well, that depends on you, how much are you willing to pay?” The man was obviously on the phone.
“Ten millions is fine for me…..Meet me tomorrow.” The Phone was hung up and they walked on before they could get caught.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe that,” Buffy said furiously after they were in another corridor. “They wanted to sell me.”
“Uh huh, I just wonder why they caught me,” Spike said.
“Maybe you were just on the wrong place to the wrong time. The little kid was a trap for me and you also fell for it.”
Spike nodded. “Now where is the exit?”
“I don’t know, this house is big. Let’s go this way.” Buffy pointed to another big corridor at the end of the one they were in. As they reached it, they saw a big door at the end which seemed to lead outside. They were just a few meters away from it when they heard someone behind them.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” An elderly man in a black suit said. The two assumed it was the butler.
“Oh, nothing, we were delivering something, but we had the wrong address,” Spike lied and Buffy nodded, trying to smile innocently.
The butler raised and eyebrow at them and then screamed for the guards.
Spike quickly opened the door and they both ran outside. It was dark outside but they could see that they were in a big park-like garden. They ran as fast as they could, but suddenly heard sirens and barking dogs.
They didn’t stop running and Buffy stumbled over a bigger branch.
“Ouch!” she cried and couldn’t get up anymore.
Spike turned around and ran back to Buffy, picking her up and carrying her the rest of the way until they reached an 8 feet high wall.
“Quick, jump over it!” he said as he heard the dogs and now also several guards approach.
He pushed Buffy up as far as he could and she climbed over, falling down on the other side.
Spike just wanted to jump up too as a big bloodhound bit his leg.
“Bloody hell!” he screamed, trying to shake the dog off.
“Spike?” Buffy shouted as he still was at the other side of the wall.
Spike looked behind him and saw men with flashlights coming nearer. In the last second he kicked the dog off and climbed up the wall.
Buffy was sitting in the grass, holding her aching ankle.
“I can’t walk.”
Spike picked her up again and ran with her in his arms into the forest. They still heard the dogs behind them and Buffy thought there was no way of escaping.
After a few minutes they reached a small river.
“That is our chance, the dogs will lose the track,” Spike said and walked through the water.
Luckily the river wasn’t very deep so they could get easily to the other bank.
“Where the hell are we?” he asked when they were still in the forest after an hour.
Buffy, who was now hobbling beside him, shrugged. They hadn’t heard any pursuers after they had passed the river. “But there must be a road somewhere soon. The forest around Sunnydale isn’t that big.”
Spike nodded and walked on, helping Buffy to walk.
After a while they finally reached a street and continued to walk on it until they saw a sign saying “Sunnydale – 3 Miles”.
Both signed in relief and walked on.
They didn’t talk the whole way but Buffy couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened between them in the cell. Spike had been her first lover after Angel. One part of her felt guilty, first because she had slept with her mortal enemy and second because she felt as if she had been unfaithful to Angel, whom she still loved but she also had enjoyed it very much and part of her wanted to go back to the cell with him and making love to him all day and all night, again and again.
“We are there,” Spike said, pointing to the “Welcome to Sunnydale-Sign” at the side of the road. “I will walk you home.”
Again they didn’t say a word until they finally stood in front of Buffy’s house. Buffy had forgotten to tell him that she now lived on the campus, but she could just as well stay at home tonight.
“There you are, pet,” Spike smiled at her.
Buffy looked in his eyes. She sighed. “This ain’t gonna work, Spike, you know that.”
He nodded. “Right.”
“I am still the Slayer, and as long as you don’t stop feeding on people, I can’t let you be in my town.”
Again he nodded. “So you want me to leave.”
“Yes.”
“Okay, then it is time to say good bye now.”
“I am sorry,” she said with a sad look on her face.
“No, it’s okay luv, that is how it works. You are the Slayer, I am a vampire.”
She smiled at him.
“Don’t I get a final kiss?”
Buffy stood on her toes and caressed his cheek. Softly she brushed her lips over his forehead. She knew that if she had kissed him on the lips, she wouldn’t have been able to resist him. She didn’t love him, but there was something about him, that made her lose her mind.
“If you are trapped in a cell again and need some help, call me,” he smirked and Buffy laughed slightly.
“Bye,” she said, “and if you ever come back I’ll kick your ass.”
“Is that a promise?” he teased her. “If so, I have to think about it.” He grinned at her and then turned around to walk away.
Buffy watched him for a while and then went inside her house. She chuckled. “Maybe there are some other things I could do with you....”
Buffy was walking over the cemetery, patrolling as she did every evening. A stake in her hand, she approached the old crypt from which she had heard a weird noise. There was it again, almost sounding like a tiny whimper. Somebody seemed to be in trouble. Slowly the slayer opened the door to the crypt and peeked inside. The darkness of the room prevented her from seeing anything so she had to step inside to check what was the cause of this noise. She heard it again. It came from the corner of the crypt and Buffy slowly walked towards it.
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As Buffy regained consciousness, the first thing she felt was a terrible headache.
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“What are you doing?” Buffy asked as Spike laid down on the small bed and turned her back to her.
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As Buffy woke up, she first didn’t know if it was still night, morning or afternoon. Through the window came only little light and it was hard to tell what time of day it was.
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“You still don’t know who I am?” Buffy asked after the 20th question and Spike shrugged. “Well, then I win. I was Sarah McLachlan.”
“You are who?” Buffy failed to guess who Spike was.
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Buffy snuggled closer to Spike under the blanket. They had laid down on the bed and fell asleep in each others arms after they had satisfied their desires once more. This time Spike had been gentler to her, not so demanding and rough. But just as the first time he brought her to the edge and not just once. When they had finally got some rest it was in the middle of the night and dawn was near.
Buffy yawned as she slowly woke up. Her eyes still closed, she patted beside her head and found her hand on Spike’s bare chest. She lifted her head up quickly, at first not knowing what had happened.
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As they woke up again it was already evening. Buffy stood up and got dressed. She looked to the door where a tray with food was sitting on the floor.
“Oh, I guess that was our breakfast,” she said and picked it up, then going back to the bed and sitting beside Spike.
End