Summary: Buffy gets a call of the wild that she just can't resist; and who would want to - with Spike on the other end?  But life is never going to be all puppy's and roses when you're 'living' in SunnyHell!

Warning:  Vamp!Buffy!

Rating: NC-17/A

Awards!

URL: http://www.morbiddesires.com/MD

Author’s Note:  In this A/U world Anya and Tara aren’t about.  These are two of my favourite characters, but I actually wrote the middle of this fiction before I wrote the beginning/end of it!  And when I started, there was no Tara and Anya in the series!  Also, Xander is still living in his parent’s basement, even though the whole gang are in their early twenties.

My thanks go out to Marsters’ Girl for the original beta-ing of this fiction.  And to the wonderful Lady Brandywyne who has very kindly helped me revamp this fiction!

Revamped : 22^nd March 2004 [prologue - five]

Prologue

"No, no, no, no… NO!  NO!! NO!!!"  He growled as he ran frightened hands over her jerking body.  He could hear her heartbeat rapidly slowing as life slipped away from her.

This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't!  Frustrated, angry tears slipped unheeded down his cheeks.  The world was spinning - this just couldn’t be real.  His whole being denied it.

Then everything became clear once more.

"Please don't hate me."  He whispered mournfully just before he sank his teeth in to her neck, drawing the last of her blood from her body; uncaring, or unknowing of the chip’s wroth as it fired pulse after pulse or electricity through his fraught brain.

She moaned, shifting in his grasp but was quieted by his the soft purrs emanating from his chest.  She was barely conscious as she felt the cool blood slip down her throat. 

The damning liquid warming her from the inside.

He lifted her carefully, walking without presence of mind around the gravestones, vowing that there would never be one with her name on it.

Having finally made it to his crypt, he placed her gently on the bed.

He couldn’t have her wake up to darkness, dirt and fear….couldn’t have her relive the memories in her nightmares for all eternity.

Not the way he had.

He sat down, buried his face in his hands and cried.

All he could do now was wait.

Part One

She was hungry.

And, ow, her head kinda hurt. She gingerly rolled her head to the side, trying to work out where she was.

Her eyes refused to cooperate and open, so she extended her other senses.

It was dark, cold and dank - but it didn't bother her.

She was lying on something soft, it felt like silk.

Suddenly, without warning, her senses went hay-wire. 

Blood.

Sex.

Sire.

DeSire.

Sire.

Want.

Sire.

She felt the bed move next to her and her Slayer senses growled at her Demon in confusion.

"Spike?" She croaked, forcing to her eyes open and focus on the blonde she knew to be sitting next to her.

"You must be hungry, pet." It wasn't a question.

She accepted the red liquid eagerly, her tongue savouring the scent and taste of the miraculous fluid. She heard herself growl a little as the last on it slipped down her throat. She raised amber eyes to the Vampire.

"I can feel you inside of me." She whispered, staring at him.

"I know." He whispered back, taking the Styrofoam cup from her and placing it on the floor.

“Everything’s so loud….so bright.”  She took an unneeded breath, absently noticing that this was the first time she’d done so since she had awoken.  “So alive.”

“I know.”  And he did – he knew she’d be able to sense the worms as they moved in the soil, the rats and Demons scuttering in the tunnels not so far away…and the unaware, lone human that had just entered the cemetery.

"I guess I was your third after all." She said quietly, and then doubled over as silent tears slipped down her face. Spike awkwardly moved so that his back was against the headboard, and carefully placed an arm around the sobbing girl. He was shocked when she curved her body into his, even more so when he felt hot tears through his shirt.

*I'm so sorry. * He whispered in his head, the knowledge and acceptance of his own guilt too great to dare to speak the pitiful words.  Closing his eyes, he leant back, still cuddling the crying Slayer in his arms.

---

Three Weeks Later

"So...Buffy, you want to come out with us, you know - a little after patrol relaxing?" Xander asked the silent Slayer.

"Umm..."

"You don't have to, right Xander?" Willow quickly put in.

"It's not that..." Buffy hesitated.

The three of them had been patrolling for about half an hour. It was part of their whole make-Buffy-the-Vampire-Vampire-Slayer-feel-human deal. They hadn't really found any big baddie so far, but Buffy was scared that they would. So far she had managed to control the Demon pretty well, but after last week...

"Buffy?"

"I think I just wanna go home, is that okay with you guys?" She tried a smile, but couldn't quite make it form her lips.

"Sure..." Willow murmured, but the Slayer had already turned and started to leave the graveyard.

"Let her go, Wills...she'll come when she’s ready."

Willow nodded resignedly, and left with Xander in the other direction.

---

It had been three weeks.

Twenty-one...a nearby church-clock struck one o'clock...twenty-two days since she had woken up at Spike's crypt...woken up a Vampire.

And her whole world had changed again.

If she had thought that getting called had messed with her life, it was a walk in the park compared to this.

Riley...her loving, steady, never-gonna-leave-you Riley had actually been surprisingly cool about everything. Once he had beaten the shit out of Spike and she'd dragged him from the crypt. Two weeks ago they had had a talk, he still loved her - being a Vampire didn't change that.

She asked that they take it slow. He said that was okay.

And it was okay, until last week.

It had been a Kregnokh Demon, according to Giles, very slimy, very hard to kill, very tough; almost too tough. But she'd managed it, but not without changing.

Apparently being a Vampire had changed a few things.

He needed time to think. Time to work things out for himself.

She needed someone who could be there for her, now.

Buffy crawled into bed, after dragging her emotionally tired body up the tree outside her old room. It had been twenty-two days since she had seen him and it was like an ache in her chest that wouldn't go away.

She could feel him every hour of the day. When she was patrolling he was near. When she slept he was in her dreams. Her blood called for him.

No…it didn't call…

It screamed.

She had heard that a bond between a Sire and a Childe could be strong, but...this was different. She wasn't sure how, but it felt different.

She rolled over in her bed, her face changing as her Demon cried for the safety and protection of her Sire.

---

Across the hall, Joyce's heart sank a little further at the sound.

Buffy had come to live at home after it had happened.  Willow had assured her that she could still stay in the dorms, but Buffy had declined.  She had been too embarrassed that now the curtains had to be drawn all day long, and that she had to hide when a door opened in case sunlight accidentally entered the room.

So she had moved back to Rovello Drive…

And every night it was the same. She would return home from patrolling, late so that she wouldn't have to talk to any body.

Somehow, and Joyce suspected via the tree next to her window, she made it to her room.

Once inside she was silent...every night Joyce prayed that it was sleep that made her so quiet.

Then it started.

They were quiet at first, barely perceptible except to a Mother's ears, but soon the wails grew in intensity. The only way to describe it was to compare it to the sound an animal makes when it's in pain.

Joyce was torn. She was having a hard enough time proving to Buffy that she loved her, whatever she was, without worrying about breaking her trust by talking to Mr. Giles about her Slayer's night time distress.

So she said nothing.

The two of them suffered in silence.

---

He hadn't seen her.

No one had come to him after his confrontation with the soldier.

He hadn't said a thing since then.

There had been no one to talk to.

She hadn't come to him, but he'd followed her at night.

Not in the old creepy-stalker way, but in a protective-Sire way. He'd seen the fight she'd had with soldier-boy and it had nearly forced him out of the shadows but then the whelp had arrived and the two had left together.

How often he wanted to go to her…he needed to be close to her, needed to feel her body next to his, his fangs in her throat, her blood in his mouth…

He needed his Childe…and Mate with him.

But, the real question was…the thought that kept him ensconced in darkness was this: 

Did she need him?

She would hate him, had to hate him – he had turned her into the one thing she despised – the thing she hunted, the things that had destroyed her life.

But still he watched her nightly.

She looked beautiful. Ethereal. Not-of-this World...if she ever was.

And she looked sad, so sad.

Defeated.

And it killed him inside.

Because he was the cause of it.

Dawn watched the mug rotate around in the microwave.

"Three...two...one.... enjoy your meal!" She intoned along with the electronic voice of the machine.

Carefully, she lifted the cup of human blood from the disk, placing it on the tray next to a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and the tall glass of orange juice.

She bounced to the beat in her head as she lifted a single daisy, Buffy’s favourite, from the vase on the windowsill and placed it in a rectangular glass of water. Adding it to the tray she carefully made her way upstairs.

She balanced they tray on a raised knee as she softly knocked on the Slayers door, opening it, "Rise and shine sleepy head!" She murmured softly, moving into the room.

"Dawn?" Buffy's sleepy voice entered the otherwise silent room.

"Yep, look I made you breakfast in bed and everything!" Dawn declared proudly, placing the tray on her sister’s lap once she'd sat up.

"Ahhhh, Dawnie, thanks..." A little tear caught up in her eye.

"Hey don't cry! This was meant to be a good thing - you said you liked them together, right?"

"Right." Buffy smiled, and took a sip of her blood, then a bite of the sandwich.

"Good?" Dawn asked, wide eyed and expectantly.

"Amazing!" She took another sip and laid back, the mug still in her hands. "So, what did you get up to today? First day of summer right? Much delinquency ahead!"

"Definitely! I ate cookies and milk and watched cartoons today...but tomorrow, I'm taking over the world!" Buffy smiled at her sister and took another sandwich-blood mix.

At her sister funny look she grinned sheepishly, "Its good!"

Dawn shook her head, "Still not as weird as Spike-" She cut herself off at the sudden stillness in the Slayer. "God, Buffy I'm sorry, I didn't think-"

"Hey, its okay." Buffy reached out a cool hand to take her sisters.

"Do you really hate him?" Dawn eventually asked after a few minutes of silence.

"No!" Dawn smiled at Buffy’s immediate response, "It's just that...it’s really complicated."

"Don't Buffy. I can totally handle this, and I want you to talk to me." Dawn spoke so earnestly that Buffy couldn't resist her.

"Okay, I get you're Miss Sophisticated these days." Dawn rolled her eyes, but waited patiently for her sister to continue. "I feel him.... you know, inside...I mean not in a sex way but in like…a spiritual way."

"Do you miss him?" Dawn asked, over the glassy look in her sister’s eyes.

"Would it be so wrong if I said yes?" Buffy whispered.

"No, God, no! Hey, I miss him and I don't have the whole spiritual-connection thingy!" They shared a giggle. "He's our friend...right?"

"Right." Buffy murmured after a Moment, then smiled and took another bite of her sandwich, "This is really good, you know!"

"Thanks." Dawn grinned again.

----

"Hi."

Her voice wasn't even a whisper. He barely heard her; he wouldn't have had it not been for his supernatural senses. He'd felt her move behind him, knowing instinctively the Moment that she had left the table on the floor below, that she was coming here.

He knew that she could sense him. The same way he could feel her. Every night. Every day. Everywhere.

He turned around slowly, "Hello, pet."

They stared at each other in silence for a second. In the background a heavy pulse thumped around the Bronze.

"Long time no see, sl-."

"I haven't seen you in a-"

They both spoke at the same time, and then stopped as they realized the other was also speaking.

The air was heavy with sex, sweat, and smoke, but still they could discern the other's scent beneath it all.

God…she’d missed him.  Endless days and nights without him by her side…her whole being aching for his…

Where had he been?!  Why hadn’t he been there for her?  She’d needed him – cried for him!  And now he’s in the Bronze?!  Just ‘hanging out’?  She’d been falling apart and he’d just gone about his business like nothing had happened!

Bastard!

"How you been?" Spike was the one to break the tension, though apparently not very well.

"How the fuck do you think I've been?" Buffy growled at him, her eyes flashing dangerously. Her anger peaked at his morose expression. What right did he have to be sad? She was the one who had been left all alone...again.

"I've become what I hate the most, my friends pretend that it doesn't make a difference to them but it does..." She was waving her arms about in angry exclamation. "...And my Sire-" She cut off as she realized what she was about to admit; that she missed him.

No – she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction.

Nearby couples began to edge away from the obviously angry duo, the native Sunnydale-ians knowing from experience that near such an obviously explosive pair wasn't the best place to be.

"And your Sire what, pet?!" Spike growled, conflictingly aroused by the term she'd labelled him with, but pissed off as she made out like she was the only one suffering.

He took slow, predatory steps towards her, backing her into the wall behind them. "What have I done since it happened, hmm? I haven't even bloody well spoken to you till now!"

"Exactly!”  Buffy exploded, unable to contain her emotions any longer.  He was too close, too powerful – the Sire/Childe pull was too strong.

And she didn’t want to resist.

She couldn’t.

“I always know you're there but you never come to me - you just leave me alone!" Buffy growled at him, glaring up into his angry orbs with tear filled eyes.

"What?" He whispered, standing still.  He gazed down at his Childe, feel the pull between them more then ever.  Every drop of his essence cried out to comfort her, to guard her, to keep her safe and from hurt.

To make her his once more.

"I...uh...." She stumbled, trying to think back a way to take back her all-too-quickly spoken words.

His eyes flashed with desire and he let out a low growl, watching avidly as it shook through her body.

Make her his…

"What, Buffy?" His voice changed tone, becoming deeper, huskier. He took a step towards her and she instinctively tried to take one back, only to find she had already been backed up against a wall. He leaned into her, resting his weight against one palm.

"Have you missed me, love?" He murmured into her ear, his cool borrowed air tickling her ear.

"No." She denied in a whisper, trying to sound more convinced then she felt; attempting desperately not to close her eyes as she unconsciously leaned into him.

"I think you have..." His words were as liquid as they washed over her. His scent was so intoxicating, her whole being ached to reach out to him, but something held her back.

Her eyes rolled back in her sockets as he continued to speak, his sexy tones hypnotizing her.

"I think about you." He murmured as he raised his other hand, reverently allowing his fingers to draw lazy patterns down her cheek and neck, before resting on the expanse of chest that was exposed to him. "When I wake up.... when I go to sleep.... all bloody night." He finished on a growl, slowly pushing his body into hers.

The Slayer gasped as her body slowly came into contact with every inch of his, moaning as she felt something hard press in to her.

"Buffy?"

"Huh..." Buffy's eyes slammed open.

"Buffy, you up here?"

"Oh God..." She muttered, pushing Spike abruptly away.

She stared shocked into his eyes; unable to look away from those magnetic orbs even though she so desperately wanted to; afraid he'd see too much.

"Buffy! There you are, we were getting worried - though some big bad got a hold of you." Willow said with a smile.

Buffy spun around, his hold broken, to face her friend. She felt, rather than saw him, disappear into the shadows.

She heard him chuckle huskily at the Witch's choice of words, the deep sound setting off a throbbing low within her. "Uh...no, I just thought I saw a vamp up here."

"Okay...you ready to come back down?"

"Yep...sure." Buffy murmured absently taking the lead down the iron staircase as the two girls walked back to the table. 

Trying her best to ignore the demon screaming within her…

Screaming for her Sire.

Screaming at her to turn and run in the opposite direction…

The way that he went.

Part Three

There were fifteen of them. Ten surrounding her, four just fading out of the shadows, and one standing in the background…obviously the leader of the gang.

Part of Buffy was shocked - it had been forever and a day since the only thing she had to deal with was a group of vamps, but lately the Vampire sightings had been getting more regular! Another part was amused...what was it with these vamps...even with this many, in her normal mood of late she could have dusted them in seconds.

These however, seemed to be going for the slightly more tactical approach of 'all-at-once' instead of the usual 'only-a-couple-at-a-time-attack-allowing-the-Slayer-pleanty-of-time-to-stake-them-all-without-breaking-a-sweat!'.

Ah, well...she had a little time on her hands.

Buffy rolled her eyes as they slowly advanced on her, "Okay, guys, I gotta couple of minutes to spare." She checked her watch theatrically, "In your own time..."

As one, the group attacked, the shadow-four staying back until the Slayer had tired a little. Buffy ducked under six punches, braving the brunt of a sharp kick to her hips as she swept out with her right leg, knocking three of them onto their backs.

She flipped up and over the group, landing neatly on the balls of her feet. Her sudden movement disorientated the Vampires, and they lost their game-plan focus.

They ran at her in a line.

She was given a brief pause, in which she quickly retracted Mr. Pointy.

Fists and feet flew as she simultaneously attacked the first Vampire, then defended herself against the second, then attacked the third, and so on...

Soon, Buffy was staring at eight piles of dust; the two remaining vamps already tiring. As the Slayer sent a sharp roundhouse kick to a dark head, her stake slammed into a lime green shirt *Definitely not a waste of clothing. *

The Vampire picked himself off the floor and sprung at her with his remaining energy. Buffy used his Momentum to send him flying into a tree. The Demon landed on a tree branch, and with an agonizing scream, burst into dust.

Buffy flicked back her hair and turned to face the four shadow-Vampires. "Come on guys, can we speed it up? Charmed's on in ten."

Her flippancy apparently didn't sit well with one of the four, especially on top of her speedy dusting of his compatriots. With a snarl he lunged for her. Buffy's eyebrows shot up at the sight, and her eyes rolled as he ran straight into her stake.

"Well, that was fun. Who's next?"

The three attacked as one. Buffy’s knee lifted, sharply nailing the first vamp in between the legs.  She slammed her stake into the exposed back of that vamp, and as he bent to cup his now aching balls she ducked two punches; their fists meeting comically in the centre. They howled in unison, one punching with their left arm, the other kicking out with their right leg.

Both blows hit their target, causing the Slayer to wobble in the middle from the dual attack. As one, they moved in to punch her she grabbed the wrist of one, using their combined fists to smack the other across the face.

As the second vamp shot up from the floor Buffy used the stunned first Vampire, whose wrist she still held captured, to her advantage, swinging him around into his friend. She raised her leg and kicked hard, releasing his hand, watching as the two vamps flew into the same tree branch that their friend had earlier, dusting with simultaneous screams.

"Well done, Slayer. Though I must say I'm not surprised, I'd heard you were the best." The final Vampire finally emerged onto the battlefield. He was larger than most - but Buffy knew from experience that that didn't have to mean anything.

She just wanted it finished so she could go home.

"Yeah, well, can we get on with this - I wasn't kidding about Charmed." Buffy asked, blowing back the same errant strand of hair from her face as before.

"And the whole joke-thing...really cute."

Buffy sighed as he continued to chat in a sardonic tone that reminded her of her Spi- *So not thinking about him!*.

Buffy fidgeted, not happy with the direction her thoughts were headed. "Can we fight already?"

Out of no-where a fist flew into her face, stunning her as she tumbled backwards. "Damn it." She muttered as she back-rolled away from the foot that was about to crash into her head. "Stupid Demon's using my confusing-chatting technique!"

Unfortunately, she was a just a second too late to avoid being picked up and thrown into a nearby tombstone. As luck would have it, it was shaped like a crucifix and the Vampire Vampire-Slayer recoiled in pain, for the first time loosing control over her human visage.

The other Vampire watched in shock as the Slayer stood, her eyes yellow, her face not quite as Demonic as most, but still evidently not human.

"You're a Vampire?"

"What?" Buffy winced as the burn on her back pulled slightly with her movement.

"The Slayer's a Vampire...oh my God, I have to tell someone! The Slayer's a Vampire!" The bravado image of the still unknown vamp was lost in his jubilation of finding out such an amazing secret.

"Hey! No, you don't!" Buffy shouted, trying to grab him but only succeeding in pulling her burns further - damn these revealing strappy tops!

Buffy cried out in pain and was about to attempt to catch him when in a blur of white and black he was dust. As the particles cleared Spike stepped through them.

"You okay, love?" His soft voice cleared her from her stupor.

"Oh my God!" Buffy muttered, turning hastily around, her burns forgotten as she tried to shield her Vampire face from him.

"Christ, pet, what happened to your back - are you hurt anywhere else?" Spike spoke quickly, "Come on, my crypts just over there we need to get you bandaged up."

He tried to turn her around, still unaware of her discomfort. "No!" Buffy recoiled from his touch, walking as quickly as she could away form him, her face forward, wincing with every movement.

"Come on, Buffy, don't be a bitch about this, you're hurt." He caught up with her and grabbed her arm, forcing her to face him.

"No! I don't want you to see me like this." She shouted out before she could stop herself, a tear slipping from her amber eyes.

Spike frowned, "Like what? Hurt?"

She didn't answer him as she continued to shake, " Pet, just 'cause you're the Slayer doesn't mean you're indestructible! Nothin' to be ashamed of." He tried to reassure her but Buffy wasn't listening.

"Can't you tell?" She whispered.

"What?" He asked, just as gently.

"My face...I've.... I’ve changed."

"Oh." Spike smiled at her, and then frowned. "Why don't you want me to see you? You're beautiful."  Remembering the way she’d looked when she had first awoke as a Vampire; only his guilt at her predicament had prevented him from grabbing her close and taking his right as Sire.

"Ugh!" She turned angrily and began to walk away; he followed, as she knew he would. "Don't lie, Spike."

"I'm not lying!" She stopped and faced him.

"Right! Because this is beautiful?" Her angry statement seemed less of a statement, more of a question.

"Yes." Spike’s response was whisper soft as he reached out and swept an unruly strand of hair out of her eyes. His hand lingered, brushing along the more defined swell of her cheekbones, then along her brow; mesmerized by the small indentations along her skin.

"So beautiful..." He murmured, running the pad of his thumb against her lower lip. Her lips parted automatically as her tongue nervously wet them.

"Show me..." She whispered timidly.

Spike looked up into her eyes, knowing what she wanted. Effortlessly and without ceremony his face slid into it's natural visage.

Spike watched through yellow orbs as her amber eyes traced his features.

-----

With black paint smeared across both cheeks, and decked out in green, a commando hid in the bushes, regarding the interaction between the two hostiles.

He watched as the female Vampire lifted her hand, gently exploring the face of the male.

Riley could feel the anger and jealousy burning inside him as he watched them.... together.

A scream sounded in the background and the two rushed off...together.

With a growl that couldn't have rivalled a kitten's he marched off in the opposite direction.

She was his girlfriend….no-matter what.

---

Xander's face contorted as he tried to burrow deeper into his covers and away from the banging on 'his' door. When the banging only got louder, knowing that it would eventually wake his parents (which wouldn't be good), he threw off the covers, shivering as he made his way to the door.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming!" He called to the person on the other side.

Riley burst through the door, standing to attention once he was inside the door - looking every bit the soldier.

"Riley, what the hell are you doing here, man - it's like...." He checked the clock.  "Shit, 3 am! I gotta get up for work tomorrow!"

"Permission to speak granted." Xander said after a few Moments of silence.

Riley scowled at him, "I need to talk to you about Buffy."

"Look man, I don't know if I should - you're not her favourite person right now-"

Riley cut him off, impatiently. "I don't care about that. I'm talking about her and Spike."

"Look, buddy, everyone knows how much I don't love Spike especially after the latest stunt - yeah, I was all for the lets go kill him, but Buffy may need him."

"For what?"

"I don't know, but Willow said it and I happen to agree - we need to be here for Buffy. She didn't ask to be turned."

"She certainly doesn't seem to have a problem with it. Her and Spike looked awful cosy in the cemetery a minute ago."

Xander sighed and rubbed his eyes wearily - not seeing the point of this conversation. "Dude, you gotta get over the jealousy - her and Spike? Never gonna happen. Even in peroxide-boy's crazy perversions...never gonna happen."

"You didn't-"

"No I didn't, but if you ever want another chance with Buffy then you're gonna have to be there for her. She needed you and you freaked on her. She's lonely, and if it’s giving Spike the opportunity to mack on her then its your fault - now, I gotta get some sleep!" He ushered Riley to the door. "Think about it." He advised, and pushed him out.

"But-"

Xander shut the door and locked it. "Man, can he talk." He flopped back into bed and shut off the light.

Part Four

"This is getting old real fast." Spike said, as he chopped off the second of the creature’s arms.

It had one more.

It knocked the Vampire away with its tail and turned once again on Buffy, swiping at her face with its claws, and missing.

"I guess you're big bad number one." Buffy grunted, as she kicked the moss creature in the stomach, causing it to double over before Spike sliced off its' head.

"Hey!" he said, leaning on the sword, pretending to be affronted.

"I didn't mean like that! You know you'll always be my number one evil." she amended crossing to her Sire's side to examine the creature. She was about to bend down to get a closer look at the pentagon shaped necklace that had come off, when Spike had decapitated it, when said Sire yanked her into his arms kissing her passionately.

He was all jacked up from the fight, and he had some idea how to release the tension that seemed to resonate in his crotch.

He rubbed his pelvis against Buffy's causing her to moan throaty as she kissed him back, thrusting her hips up into his. Knocking his feet out from under him she straddled his waist, she ran her hands under his duster, un-tucking his shirts, as his hands fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples through her bra.

Spike unclasped the front of her bra, before reaching up to undo the bow holding the halter-top around her neck. As her breasts spilled free he clamped his cold mouth over her nipple.

She moaned loudly, thrusting her chest into his mouth. His fangs cut gently into her smooth skin, as her blood entered his mouth Spike's hips bucked up and Buffy gasped at the sudden extra surge of lust passing through her.

Spike flipped her on to her back, evading her lips, holding her wrists above her head as he stared down at her.

"What?" She whispered.

He growled down at her, his voice husky as he spoke. "Change."

"I can't." She whimpered, thrusting her hips up under him; seeking friction.

"Huh?" Spike frowned at her.

"I haven't learnt to control it yet...I can't just...do it." Buffy admitted sheepishly.

"Fuck, I'm sorry pet...I should have stayed...showed you how..." He swooped down, capturing her lips once again with his.

She reached down and unzipped his jeans; she pulled out his member, stroking him lightly.

Spike groaned and reached a hand underneath her skirt, ripping away her panties, finding her dripping wet. She moved his cock to her opening....

"Ooooh!" Buffy moaned as she awoke, her face having changed in her sleep.

Yellow eyes searched the bed, her room, for her Sire.

She let out a sharp cry of loss, when she realized it had just been a dream, and buried her face in her pillow, not noticing or simply not caring how her blood tears stained the white linen.

----

Spike growled loudly as he awoke, reaching out for the Slayer, only to find that she wasn't there.

"Fuck!"

He picked up a near by candle, the flame barley flickering above the slowly melting wax, and threw it against the wall. He watched as the wax and shards of candle, slid down the wall, crumbling at the floor.

It had been so real.... too real. He realized, he'd heard about it. Hell, he'd experienced it once or twice with Dru. If a Sire and their first Childe were separated for prolonged periods the two Demons tended to share dreams; it was like it was their Demons way of pushing them back together-Both seeking the safety of the other's companionship.

The dreams with Dru had stopped about a year after the chip. He hadn't had one since.

Suddenly he rose from the bed, quickly dressing. He had to find her, talk to her about it...make sure she knew it was okay. If the 'her' in the dream had been anything to go by - she was having trouble.... and as her Sire he had to help her.

----

"Shit, Buffy! How did this happen?" Spike asked, as his hands frantically tore at the chains that held her.

"I don't know...they just came out of no-where..." Buffy looked around at the carnage that surrounded them. Hands, legs, spleens...all body-parts imaginable were scattered about them, however, as the Vampires' hearts were still in tact their bodies had yet to dust.... resulting in maximum pain.

"Did you have to go all Rambo on them?"

Spike grinned at her sheepishly, "Sorry, pet. Kinda lost it, huh?" He ran his hand up her leg as he released the links around her ankle. Buffy shivered in response, her body jerking forward into his at the caress.

"Yep!" She squeaked the word, and then scowled at him as she recalled her train of thought. "Were you holding back on me all those years ago?"

"Would I, ducks?" Spike chuckled at her frustration with his evasive answer, his hands unable to resist the temptation of stroking her body as he helped her down.

Buffy looked up at him and smiled, still within the circle of his arms. His thumb was gently caressing the base of her back, where his hand rested.

"Thanks."

Spike nodded, staring at her lips, as his other hand began massaging the back of her neck.

"Spike?"

"I'm sorry you got hurt." He raised a hand to the small cut on her lip.

"I..." Her voice trailed off as his thumb traced her bottom lip.

"I dream about you..."

"I.... dream.... about.... you...too..." Buffy panted, as his cool tongue carefully bathed the cut on her lip.

Buffy groaned as he tugged her lower lips into his mouth, sucking on it gently so as not to break the almost-healed cut.

"I know." Spike murmured, before his lips finally pulled hers in to a full-fledged kiss. His tongue slowly probed her mouth, and he groaned as hers came out to meet it.

Buffy pulled back slightly, "How do you know?"

"It’s a Vampire thing, love."

"Oh…” Buffy allowed herself to be pulled back into the kiss.

"My Demon...*kiss*.... crying out...*nip*.... for your Demon...*suck*..." Spike explained in between kisses, as his hands continued to roam her body.

"Oh." Buffy moaned throatily, as he backed her up against a nearby tombstone, and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Yeah..." Spike agreed, nuzzling against her lips, as his body rubbed against hers.

"And me for you?" Buffy asked timidly, even as she slid her fingers through his hair. 

She c