Surprise / Innocence

Buffy felt the cold water raining down on her from the sprinklers above, it trickled down her neck and onto her already drenched clothes. She held her stake firmly, poised at the ready as she watched him struggle to stand, steadying herself as she waited and enjoying the power of seeing him so weak.

When she’d started her attack she’d felt driven on by her anger, now she just felt tired, the past days events had drained her of all her energy and her heart hung like a lead weight in her chest.

“You can’t do it, you can’t kill me.” Angelus chuckled as he stood up straight, looking the Slayer in the eye and wondering what her next move would be.

Buffy considered his words, she knew what he’d said was true, she couldn’t bring herself to kill him but she would get him back somehow.

Setting her jaw tight, she lowered her stake and bought her leg up swiftly, catching him straight between the legs. She felt a pleasing sense of satisfaction as his face contorted in pain and he dropped to his knees.

“Give me time.” Buffy turned on her heel and left him crumpled on the floor in the wet.

Somehow, she’d get him back.


After a night in with her mother, Buffy opted for spending the evening on a quiet patrol. Her encounter with the Judge and Angelus had given her a thirst for slaying and she needed to concentrate on something because whenever she sat down and switched off she ended up thinking about Angel. Thinking about Angel was bad; thinking about Angel made her feel sick inside as if she were weak and vulnerable, and she needed to be strong.

Working her way across town she found herself outside the factory, her eyes roamed over the dark empty building with its shattered windows and she ignored the ache in her chest and the little voice in the back of her mind telling her she would always end up there until she put it all to rest.


Sneaking through the broken fence, she made her way across the parking lot and slipped into the building through the same way she had with Angel a few nights back. Buffy pulled her stake out as she warily moved through the building, her heart racing as she made her way towards the centre of the factory where she’d been the other day with the gang.

The dim moonlight shone down through the broken windows, outlining the shapes of things in the room around her but not giving them any definite form. Continuing her journey through the building, she listened for noises other than her own fast breathing but nothing came--it was as still as the night.

She walked into the main room, looking at the remnants of the party and the empty boxes that once contained the Judge. Running her fingers over things as she passed them, she slowly made her way towards the table at the centre and realised that so far this was the only room she’d come across that was lit up, candles burnt brightly around the walls and tables giving it a strangely homely feel.

“Lights are on but no ones home…” Buffy muttered and then turned to leave.

“If you’re looking for lover boy you’ve come to the wrong place, pet, ‘fraid there’s only me here.” The voice drifted out to her from the shadows and she turned on the spot as she tried to get a fix on the person speaking.

“Spike?” Buffy questioned and cursed herself for sounding so unsure, she knew he’d think she was weak if she sounded like that.

“One and only, pet.”

She raised her stake nervously and listened to him chuckle, she had seen him in his wheelchair the other day and it had shocked her somewhat, after all, she’d been the one who had put him there.

Spike wheeled out of the shadows and towards the table, he was sick of hiding from everyone who came in here and definitely sick of hiding from the Slayer.

He frowned up at Buffy as she rounded the table, his eyes darted to the stake in her hand and he arched a brow.

“Spike…great…” She said with an air of boredom and twirled her stake, trying to get a reaction out of him and covering her nerves. Buffy let her tone turn sarcastic. “Just the vamp I was looking for.”

Spike’s eyes widened.

“Hey, give a fella a break…” He raised his brows at her and then frowned for effect as he lit a cigarette, keeping his face half in shadow. “Oh…that’s right…already bloody did.”

Buffy looked down at the wheelchair he was sitting in, she let a frown wrinkle her nose as she remembered sending the organ crashing down onto him and Drusilla.

Pushing that thought away she narrowed her eyes on his as she tapped her stake against her thigh and wondered why he was keeping his face partly hidden from view.

Spike’s eyes moved to watch her stake as the tip of it gently brushed against her hip, mesmerising him.

“Listen, I’ve not seen your sodding puppy since he legged it with Dru and big blue so sod off.” He waved his cigarette in the air and smirked at her, it was clear to him that she meant business and he decided that if he could have he would have helped her find Angelus and make him pay.

“You can do better than that, Spike.” Buffy said impatiently, she watched his eyes widen and his lips wrap around his cigarette as he took a long drag and considered what to say.

Spike gave up the fight to remain quiet about the situation they had found themselves in, part of him desperately wanted to set the girl straight about everything, to let her know just how hellish she made his unlife. Considering this avenue, he decided that the chances were she was going to stake him before the night was through so he may as well get a few things off his chest before she did.

A little voice where his heart used to be told him that he’d welcome death again, a release from the pain and suffering his unlife had become. Spike stifled that thought as he switched to thinking about Dru and Angelus, his eyes falling to rest on the floor as he wondered where they had gone; deep down inside he hated Dru, hated Angelus for coming back and hated Buffy for not only putting him in a chair but for sending Angelus back to steal his girl when he couldn’t defend her.

“Really.” His brows knit tight and his voice echoed his exasperation as he gave her a look that made it clear she wasn’t the only one getting hurt in this equation. “You think it doesn’t piss me off that she’s off making moon eyes at him again, that I don’t give a bloody damn about it?”

Buffy paused and looked into his eyes; something about the pain in his voice caused her to reconsider her plan of action. He looked hurt and betrayed and it touched a nerve in her, he was feeling everything that she felt. He was feeling. Suddenly she felt like everything she had been told about vampires was a lie, Spike had no soul and yet he felt. Did that mean other vampires felt too?

“I hate you.” Buffy mumbled and felt marginally better.

“Feelings bloody mutual, pet, if it weren’t for you I’d be off with her, not stuck in this sodding contraption wondering what they’re up to right now.” Spike spat out and flicked his spent cigarette towards her; she stepped to the side to avoid it and watched it land harmlessly on the floor.

Buffy ground it into the dirt with the toe of her boot.

“You really can’t move your legs at all?”

Spike just gave her a dark look.

As he turned to face her, she noticed just how bad the side of his face was; the skin was blistered and broken. It looked like it was healing fast and she couldn’t imagine how bad it must have been when it had first happened. She felt a rush of guilt enter her and tried to quash it but couldn’t, instead she closed her eyes and turned away from him so he couldn’t see her struggling with her feelings.

“Okay. Forget I asked.” Buffy moved away from him, she could feel his eyes boring into her back and knew that he was watching her intently, trying to figure out just what she was up to and when she was going to make her move.

Spike let his eyes follow her movements, for a moment she looked like she was going to leave but instead she went to the table and placed her stake down on it. He could see her eyes roaming over the dead flowers and empty boxes that resided there, all painful memories of the party.

Being here reminded her of him, it opened up the wounds and it felt like she couldn’t stop the blood from spilling out. She’d done this, she’d caused Angel to lose his soul and she’d forced Spike into a chair, leaving him unable to do anything for himself--leaving him as vulnerable as she felt.

Taking a few deep breaths, she turned to face him; he had his head cocked to one side and his eyes burnt into her. Buffy felt her pulse race as the adrenaline entered her veins, he always did that to her, always triggered her Slayer side with the tiniest action, the slightest movement.

In a split second, he went from looking at her to looking at his knees and heaving a sigh. It ground in Buffy’s ears, a tiny voice telling her again that it was all her fault; she’d even managed to make a supposedly emotionless vampire miserable.

Buffy moved to stand in front of him, her hands on her hips as she glared down at him. She felt her stomach tighten up, her breathing coming quicker as she watched him feel sorry for himself--it was wrong; it was as if he was a different person from the one she used to fight, when she’d broke his back had she broken him too, had Angelus taking Dru been the last straw?

She shook her head as she tried to clear it of such thoughts. Something about Spikes defeatist attitude riled her, when he’d appeared in the room she’d expected witty retorts and fighting, she hadn’t expected so much emotion from him--it stung the wound like salt.

“What is your problem?” She ground out from between clenched teeth.

Spike blinked; here he was, a hundred and twenty years old and seemingly about to get a lecture from a teenage girl, the Slayer of all teenage girls.

“You.” He returned flatly as their eyes met, something about her was starting to infuriate him, he couldn’t avoid her no matter where he went and he certainly couldn’t stop thinking about her. “You’re everywhere, in everything, can’t get rid of you, you make everything go wrong, you ruined it all.”

Buffy stifled her feelings as he sneered at her, his words echoed around her head and mixed in with the ones already lingering there, the ones she had told herself. She’d ruined it all; in one moment, she’d turned both their lives on their heads. She looked down at his hands and felt her insides trembling with nerves.

“Do you think they…”

Spike arched a brow at her change of mood and then frowned when it dawned on him what she was asking; he paused for a moment and then sighed as he lit up another cigarette to steady himself.

“Shag? Used to, even when she was with me she was always giving it up to her daddy, like a cheap harlot. Pisses me off, must piss you off more I’d wager since you drove him to this.”

Buffy tried to ignore his comment, she was no longer sure why she was still talking to him, part of her didn’t want to leave, it wanted to get it all off her chest, all out in the open and she had a captive audience of sorts, someone who knew what she was going through to a degree.

“Where’d you think they are right now?”

Spike sighed as he started to wheel backwards and away from her, he may be stuck in a chair but he didn’t have to listen to the Slayers questions about Dru and her ex-lover, not when they pained him.

She watched him for a moment before going after him, moving to block his path she grabbed hold of his dusters collar and hauled him off the chair.

“Hey. Easy on the leather you stupid bint…” Taking a swing at her, he growled as she easily dodged it.

Buffy felt her anger growing inside her, everything was her fault, and everything she touched ended up going bad or just plain wrong. Even Spike had changed, he’d lost his spark, all she could see in his face now was misery and she almost longed to see his bravado and cocksureness return.

Dropping Spike back into his chair, she hit him hard across the cheek.

“Bastard.” She wasn’t sure why he made her angry, seeing him so miserable irritated her somehow--she just wanted the old Spike back.

Spike chuckled and hit her back while she stood lost in her thoughts, as she recoiled and rubbed her cheek he smirked.

“Bitch.”

“I hate you…” Buffy frowned and moved to hit him again but he caught her wrist and dragged her onto his lap, she struggled hard as his fingers dug into her wrists, her heart pounded and her mind raced forwards--imagining his teeth in her neck.

Spike grasped her wrists tighter and inhaled deeply, memorising the scent of her blood and excitement and the feeling of her pert backside wriggling against his hips. He rolled his eyes closed.

“I hate you.” He ground out hard from between clenched teeth.

Buffy tried to hit him again but paused as she looked at him. Staring at his mouth, she let her expression turn glassy as she whispered.

“God, I hate you…”

Leaning in, she kissed him. Spike felt her lips warming his mouth and instinctively started to kiss her back, pouring out all his anger and passion into her.

A split second later, he was frowning intensely as he pulled back.

“Bloody hell you doing, Slayer.”

Buffy panted hard and bit her lip before looking defiant. Her kissing him had been instinctive and as she considered just what she could do with him, she decided it would be a good way to start getting back at Angelus and start moving on. The beautiful expression of shock on Spike’s face only made her want to go through with it more.

“Come on Spike…you know you want it…” She wriggled against his crotch and he didn’t bother denying her. “You wanted it from the moment you saw me…now it would be sweeter…a greater victory…taking the girl your sire took, like he took your girl…”

Spike arched a brow and let go of her hands, he watched them run over his shoulders and felt his desire for her grow.

“We talking about revenge here, love?” He searched her eyes; they were large and sparkling wickedly.

“I hear it’s a dish…” Buffy felt her pulse race as she ran her fingers down over his cool firm chest to his crotch. “…Best served cold.”

Spike groaned and pulled her head back to him, capturing her lips again and kissing her hard. Opening his eyes as he kissed her, he plotted the quickest course to the bedroom and started towards it.


Buffy’s heart smashed against her chest as she unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it from her shoulders. She watched Spike sitting on the bed as she unzipped her trousers and pulled off her boots. Stripping off her jeans, she placed them on the pile of her clothes on the floor and started towards the bed, feeling Spikes eyes raking appreciatively over her body as she approached him.

Kneeling on the end of the bed, she crawled towards him and stopped at his legs, pulling his combat boots off and throwing them over her shoulder.

Spike arched a brow at her actions but lost his will to berate her as she started to unbuckle his belt. He watched her as she worked diligently to undo his jeans and slip them off over his feet.

Buffy coursed her hand up his inner thigh as she looked down at his legs, her eyes slowly moving towards his crotch. She licked her lips as she let her fingertips run up the length of his erection, her heart thudding hard against her ribs as she felt herself growing wet with desire.

Spike inhaled sharply and let his eyes roll slightly shut as he caught the scent of her arousal. Opening his eyes again, he found she was looking at him as her fingers stroked his cock gently.

“Come here.” Spike beckoned her towards him, his fingers aching to reveal what she had hidden beneath her lacy cream underwear.

Crawling towards him on the bed she let her eyes roam up over his tight body to his face and was caught off guard by the look in his eyes, he seemed more enthralled with her than what was about to happen. Buffy stopped and threw her leg over his hips, straddling him where he sat leant against the pillows.

Spike licked his teeth as he let his hands glide over her warm thighs and upwards towards her stomach, pressing his thumbs into her flesh as he worked up to her breasts. As he cupped them, he watched her eyes close and her lips part slightly.

Breathing out quickly, Buffy bent her arms around behind her back and unhooked her bra, pulling it off her breasts and revealing them to Spikes wandering fingers. She gasped quietly as his large cool hands move to engulf them, palming them as she screwed her eyes shut tightly.

He was beyond fascinated with her, he knew he was treading a thin and dangerous line between keeping this as revenge and wanting it to be more but he couldn’t stop himself. He needed her, he’d desired her from the moment he’d seen her down the Bronze with her friends. Removing his hands from her breasts he looked at them as he remembered her dancing, the way they bounced as she moved and he felt himself grow harder at the thought they’d be bouncing to a new rhythm soon enough.

Buffy arched her back as he took her nipples between his finger and thumb and rolled them, tweaking them until they were firm. She leant forwards and pressed her chest into his hands as she kissed him, her tongue sliding into his mouth and fighting with his for dominance. As he growled softly, his signature set her stomach off in a reminder of what he really was inside. Her thighs quivered as she thought about it, vampire, soulless, dangerous and the extreme opposite to her only other lover--part of her liked that, wanted to use his experience and desire to erase her previous man, the only other man who’d touched her.

“Spike.” Buffy breathed into his mouth as he teased her nipples, she moved forwards and let him capture one in his mouth and then moaned as he sucked greedily on it while his hand palmed her other breast.

Spike sighed into her ripe breasts, he let his lips wrap around and capture her nipples as she pushed them into his face. He knew this wasn’t all about revenge; this was her way of moving on as well as getting her own back on his grandsire. Something about her actions and her trembling thighs reminded him that she was still innocent to a degree; she didn’t know what she was doing.

“Stand up, pet.” He met her eyes as she pulled back, her pupils large with desire.

Buffy stood slowly with a wobble, still straddling Spike where he sat below her. She watched his hands as they moved up her thighs, dipping in as they neared her pussy but moving outwards again before reaching it. With a swift movement, he’d divested her of her remaining underwear; her eyes widened as he balled her panties up in his fist and grinned up at her.

“Now, come back here.” Spike crooked his finger and watched her kneel astride him again. “Back a little.”

Buffy moved backwards until she was sitting across his thighs, his cock in front of her. She watched in fascination as he ran his finger down his length and then caught her hand, bringing it to rest on his length. She licked her lips as she looked down at it, engorged and glistening with his excitement.

Bending over she ran her tongue up the length of his cock and flicked the tip of it, she smiled triumphantly as he moaned--clearly he hadn’t been expecting her to be so forward.

Crawling her way back up his body, she sat astride his hips, pinning his cock against him and grinding her arousal against it. Spike moaned again, she was so wet and warm he wanted to be inside her already. Pulling her towards him, he grasped hold of his cock and waited.

Buffy bit her lip as she sunk down onto his length, enjoying the delicious feeling of it filling her up as she wriggled on it. She met his eyes as she pressed her palms against his stomach and then tilted her head back, hooding her eyes as she kept them fixed on his.

Spike let his lips part and his breath escape him as he focused on the hot wetness surrounding him, the tightness of her was incredible and she looked delicious as she rolled her head back, her hair tumbling around her shoulders as she started to writhe on his cock.

Grasping hold of her hands, Spike interlocked fingers with her and watched her open her eyes. They sparkled at him again as she started to move against him, letting his length slip almost all the way out before she sunk back down on it. He moved his hands to hold her waist as she built up a rhythm and he tried to help her maintain it, unsure of whether her strength would help her or not.

Feeling his hands holding her tightly, his fingers pressing softly into her waist she realised how gentle he was being with her, instead of the wild passion she’d been expecting he was treating her more gently than Angel had.

She sighed as she felt his fingers grasping her sides tighter as he growled quietly. Buffy pressed her palms against his chest and ran them up over his shoulders, digging her fingertips in as she bounced on his cock.

He tried to shake the feeling she was giving him, alongside the desire and the lust came the passion and the tenderness that he seemingly couldn’t deny.

Spike growled again as she tightened her muscles around his length, squeezing him hard as she pounded him into the bed. He moved his hands up to her breasts and watched her close her eyes, her head flinging backwards as she arched her back then moaned at the change in position. Licking his teeth, he eyed her neck closely and narrowed his eyes, zeroing in on the vein on the right side of her throat as it throbbed.

“Spike…” Buffy moaned out and felt him shift slightly; she opened her eyes and caught him staring at her neck.

A sudden thrill coursed through her, running down her spine and joining the growing ball of emotions that were settled in her stomach. She watched him as he stared at her neck, seemingly lost in the feeling of her fucking him and the call of her blood. Leaning forwards she caught him around the back of the neck and let her head fall to the side exposing her throat. Swallowing hard as she felt him lick her neck she panicked for a moment and wondered what had possessed her to offer her neck to him, there had been something about the hungry look in his eyes that she couldn’t deny, the thrill of him wanting all of her and she couldn’t stop herself from giving it to him. She wanted to feel the demon in him, the danger that he held just below the surface. She wanted all of him.

Spike licked her neck and waited, suckling on her pulse point as he felt her heart rate spiralling upwards. He let his fingers hold her waist again, digging them in and giving her as much exquisite pain as she was giving him. Her fingernails dug deep into his shoulders, scratching him as she worked her way towards a climax, he could feel her muscles dancing about his cock, her thighs quivering as she neared it and he waited still, wanting to make her desire him further, wanting her to need him as bad as he now needed her.

“Spike…” Buffy mewled as she writhed on his cock, pounding him hard against the bed and clawing his shoulders. She was running out of energy and her concentration was slipping, her focus moving from his cock to his teeth. She could feel him shifting against her, his body hardening under her touch and her Slayer senses kicking in as his demon emerged. Her breathing became ragged with desire.

“Do it…” Buffy whispered against his neck. “Do it, Spike…”

He grinned and licked her neck as he held off, feeling himself building up and nearing orgasm but not wanting to let go until his teeth were inside her, until she was completely his for the taking.

Buffy mewled and writhed on his cock, her eyes closed and her body riding out the tiredness in the hope of release. She knew it was wrong of her to want him to bite her, it pushed what she was doing beyond revenge to desire but she didn’t care. She wanted to feel it, wanted to dance on the edge of death, not knowing whether he’d stop and let her live.

“Ungh…” She moaned breathily into his ear and kissed down his neck until she reached the soft flesh near his collarbone. Spike growled at her action.

Smiling wide as she ground against him Buffy pulled him close to her and decided to let him know she wasn’t willing to wait anymore. She clenched her muscles tight around his length, pounding him harder as she bit into his neck.

Spike roared on being bitten, the feeling of her teeth tearing raggedly into his neck pushing him over the edge and causing him to thrust up inside her, spilling his seed as he came. Growling low in his throat Spike sunk his fangs into her neck, slicing into her skin and pulling hard on her blood as she quivered and trembled on his cock. He thrust up as hard as he could inside her and grasped her tight against him as he bit down hard on her neck, letting her know how powerful he was.

Buffy moaned loudly as she came, her inner walls milking his shaft as it throbbed and pulsed inside her. The feeling of Spike taking her body and blood was divine. She swallowed down the blood in her mouth and leant into his neck, clinging to him as he drank deeply.

Body aching and protesting she slumped against him, letting him take all he wanted from her and not resisting him. She sighed quietly as she felt him remove his fangs from her neck and lick the wound; part of her was satisfied that she was right in trusting her instinct and knowing he wouldn’t kill her, the other part of her screaming that she was insane for trusting him.

Spike growled softly as he cleaned the holes in her neck. He could feel her body trembling against his and held her gently in his arms, cradling her as he lay her down.

Buffy let her eyes close as she rolled onto her back, enjoying the mixed feelings running through her and the sensation of his cool skin against her burning sweaty flesh.

“Spike…” Buffy said languidly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his arm.

He nuzzled her neck as a response.

“How long do you think they’ll be gone?” She felt him stiffen and moved her hair to expose his bite marks to him as way of reassurance.

“Hours, days maybe…they’ll know you’ll come by…probably won’t see them for a while…why?” He licked her neck and waited for her reply.

“Just wondering how much time we had.”

Spike leant on his elbow and looked down at her; she blushed and smiled coyly.

“Getting comfy, Slayer?” He grinned.

“Maybe.” She stretched and gave in to the feelings running through her. “Revenge is kinda fun…”

“You know, old Angelus did tell me to give you something if you stopped by…”

She frowned up at him and felt his hand skim over her stomach.

“What?”

“This…” Spike leant over and captured her lips, kissing her tenderly as she snaked her arms around his neck and rolled over on top of him. He smiled as she pulled away, his body responding to hers pressing up against him and his eyes locked with hers.

Revenge was sweet.

~*~ End ~*~

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