The vampire and the Slayer. Mortal enemies walking side by side down the sun filled street, each deep in their own thoughts. To anyone who would see them, they radiated barely controlled power which threatened to overwhelm the small town.
Spike was in a pensive mood as his thoughts turned to the young woman next to him. He had returned to Sunnydale after a failed attempt to get Drusilla back, intent on destroying the one thing that caused his breakup with the female vampire. The Slayer. Things, however, seemed to have a way of going disgustingly wrong.
He had wanted to harm her, humiliate her, reduce the pain in his own undead heart. What had planned on being a simple forced encounter turned into something entirely different the moment he touched her.
As his hands skimmed along her smooth skin, the warmth of her body titillated him, arousing him to painful proportions. At first, the Slayer did not resist, which his surprised him. She had not even been afraid of him, only annoyed. It wasn't until he sank his fangs into her delicate skin had fear come into play.
Spike had wanted to slam into her, to bury himself to the hilt in her hot core. Instead, he pleasured her first, bringing her to a vocal orgasm. Only then did he claim her body.
The heat and tightness of her overwhelmed his senses. He slammed his throbbing cock into her with fury, fury at the Slayer for being so desirable and fury at himself for enjoying it too much.
Spike looked at her from the corner of his eyes. Her face was a countenance of anger and depression, her head down as they continued the journey to her house.
Buffy's thoughts were on a similar track as the vampire's, going round and round about the events of the past night. She was still furious at him for what he had done, but equally furious at herself for being so careless, for not seeing him as a threat until too late.
The rape itself had been more of an emotional violation than a physical one. Buffy had not been touched in a long time, and the feel of his cool fingers on her warm skin brought back memories, memories of a love she had to put behind her. Yet, the touch was different, not timid as if she would break. And she enjoyed it.
That was what disgusted her most about what occurred between them, the fact that she enjoyed Spike's touch, enjoyed his lips and tongue as he brought her to orgasm, divesting the last barrier to her innocence.
The sex itself was forceful and unfulfilling, but by then she had shut her mind down, boxing up the emotions that ran through her head. When she came back to consciousness those feelings assaulted her, driving Buffy to her knees in tears. But she could not hold onto her anger at Spike for his physical actions. He had done it to get back at her, completing the circle of pain and misery she started on her seventeenth birthday. Her anger was focused on the prophecy and on the universe itself, for her being the Chosen One.
They arrived at her house and Buffy turned to him at the front door. "Why don't you stay out here in the sun a little longer. I'm going to talk to my mom, then take a shower and go to bed."
Spike nodded, dug out a cigarette and lit it. As she went inside, his mind turned to the dimensions of the house, calculating the distance from his position to the kitchen and Buffy's bedroom. He wanted to see how far he could go before the pain started.
It turned out it was not only distance, but time.
"Hi, mom," Buffy said wearily as she entered the kitchen. Joyce was sitting at the island counter, a mug of tea in her hands.
"How are you feeling?" Joyce asked as her daughter sat down.
"Angry, sad, hurt, depressed, and tired," Buffy answered. She rubbed her temples, preparing for a hard talk with her mom. "What did Giles tell you over the phone?"
"Only that a new prophecy had been found and that you wanted to come home," Joyce said. "He said you would fill me in about it."
Buffy nodded and took the crumpled copy out of her pocket. She handed it to her mom. Joyce read it, but did not understand what it meant. She gave her daughter a confused look. "I'm not up on my prophecy translation skills..."
Buffy chuckled, the first sign of actual levity to her day. "It's ok, mom. Prophecies are usually obscure. To break it down into layman's terms, I am the 'light,' Spike is the 'darkness,' and we're bonded together until I die for the child."
Joyce gasped at the mention of death. "What do you mean you'll die?"
Buffy shrugged. "Dead, mom, as in no longer living. It's not the first time it's happened."
"I don't see how you can be so casual about it," Joyce said.
"I'm not. I'm furious, but that doesn't change the outcome," she replied.
Joyce stared at her daughter, shoving her emotions aside until later. "Tell me how Spike comes into this."
"He's the idiot vampire who got me into this mess," Buffy said. "But that's neither here, nor there. What you need to know is that because of the bond, we have to stick together. Which means he'll be staying here indefinitely." She stood and hugged her mom. "I'm going to take a shower, then try to get some sleep."
"Ok, dear," Joyce said. She watched as her daughter walked slowly out of the kitchen. "I love you."
"I love you, too, mom," Buffy replied, giving her a small smile. She went up the stairs, striping as she walked, and climbed directly into the shower. She tried to wash all that had happened off of her skin, but only succeeded in rubbing herself raw. Wincing, she toweled herself dry, then climbed into her bed praying that sleep would quickly overtake her. When it finally did, it was to a dull pain that had started to form in her side.
Spike had stayed out front, smoking and squinting in the sunlight until he felt the pain start once more. With a curse, he stood and entered the house, not bothering to knock.
Joyce had heard the front door open. She walked to the kitchen doorway to see Spike standing in the sunlight and let out a shocked gasp.
"Hello, Joyce," Spike said, closing the door behind him. "Where's the Slayer?"
Spike sighed. "Didn't she tell you?" At Joyce's negative response, he tried to patiently explain, but the pain in his side was starting to increase. "We're bonded. That means if we're not near each other, it hurts. It's bloody annoying."
"But the sun..."
"Oh, the sun thing. Part of the charm of the prophecy. I get to go out in it," he answered. "First time in two hundred years." He shifted uncomfortably and put a hand to his side. "Bloody hell. Where is she?"
"Her room," Joyce answered.
Spike nodded and went quickly up the stairs. He'd been to her bedroom once before, when the Witch needed the spellbook she'd left here. Opening the door, he stepped inside and was immediately relieved of the pain.
Buffy lay under the covers, a frown marring her face in her sleep. Grumbling to himself, he pulled the desk chair to the window, then sat. With his feet propped on the sill, he stared outside, trying to relax his hyper body. He felt like he was trapped in the wheelchair again, and didn't like it.
Joyce came to the open door and looked in on the two. She was relived to note that Spike hadn't hurt her daughter. "Can I get you anything?" she asked.
"No," Spike replied, not turning his head. Then he sighed and rubbed a hand over his handsome features. "Wait, Joyce," he said, shifting his gaze to the woman still in the doorway. "It looks like I'm going to be staying here awhile and I'd rather not be on your bad side." He gave her a smirk. "After all, you're pretty handy with an axe."
Joyce nodded and smiled. "I'd appreciate that. I'll start clearing out the spare room for you."
"Thanks, " he said. She nodded again, then left the doorway. Glancing at the clock, Spike realized that he'd been awake for quite awhile but did not feel the raging bloodlust he normally did from not feeding. He pondered over this as his eyes returned to the window.
The ringing of the phone broke into his thoughts. He heard Joyce answer it, then footsteps as she came up the stairs. She entered the bedroom, gave Spike a smile, and went to wake Buffy.
"Buffy, Willow's on the phone," she said, shaking her daughter.
"Tell her to drop dead," Buffy mumbled, pulling the covers over hear face.
"I don't think she'd like that, pet," Spike said, looking at the lump on the bed.
Buffy shot up, clutching the sheets to her chest at his voice. He chuckled as she groaned and fell back. "It wasn't a nightmare."
"Sorry, ducks, you're stuck with me," he said.
"Joy," she replied sarcastically. She thanked her mom and picked up the receiver. "Hey, Will."
"Hi, Buffy. How are you doing?" Willow asked over the phone.
"Much better," Buffy answered truthfully. "Nothing better than a shower and a nap to cure ya. So, what's up?"
"Spike's now an official student at Sunnydale High," Willow replied with a giggle. "I got him into all your classes and created fake transcripts for him."
"How smart did you make him?" Buffy said. "I hope it's higher than his normal IQ."
Spike glared at her and she smiled sweetly in return. "I gave him the same GPA as you, as well as a few marks on his record, but nothing as drastic as well...you," Willow told her.
This time Spike was the one to laugh as he heard what Willow said. Buffy threw a convenient stuffed pig at the vampire and continued her conversation.
"Great, Willow. Have Giles pull the textbooks for him. Are you going to the Bronze tonight?"
"Do you really think we should?" Willow said.
"Hey, I'm in the mood for some serious fun," Buffy said. "Plus, I can torture Spike at the same time. What more can a Slayer ask for?"
After convincing Spike to leave the room so she could get dressed, the two mortal enemies made their way out into the fading day. The plan was to retrieve Spike's things from the house before his minions were running around, then eat and go on patrol. Buffy really wasn't looking forward to the second thing.
As the two entered the bedroom, Buffy froze and stared at the handcuffs lying on the nightstand. This time, however, she didn't allow the feelings to overwhelm her. Instead, she pocketed the cuffs. They'd come in handy some day.
Spike began shoving his own clothes into a bag while Buffy snooped around the rest of the room. In the closet, she found a large amount of men's clothing which must have belonged to the owner of the house. She picked up another bag and packed it to bring with them. No sense in having Spike wear the same things every day.
He grabbed his car keys and cocked his head at her. "Ready, pet?"
"Let's fly," Buffy said, slinging the bag over her shoulder. The left, driving his car back to her house. The sun had just started to sink in the horizon and the vampires would be coming out of their hiding places soon. After dropping off his stuff, they went to eat at a fast food restaurant, where the Slayer had the combo meal and Spike had the person who took out the trash behind the building.
"How do you want to do this?" Buffy asked between bites. Spike sat across from her, drinking a Mountain Dew. She wondered if giving caffeine to a vampire who was normally wound up was a good idea.
"Do what, ducks?" Spike said.
"My patrol," she replied. "Are you going to help? Or just stand and watch?"
"The second, unless you get in trouble," he answered. "I'm not interested in becoming another Angelus."
"I figured as much," she said before changing the subject. "So, how was your first day in the sun?"
"Sunglasses are going to be a necessity," Spike replied. "And I didn't get to spend nearly as much time outside as I wanted to."
"Because of this bloody bond," he said. "I was fine for about an hour, then the pain returned. It bites."
"Well I'm not Miss Merry Sunshine about this whole thing, either," Buffy said. "It's your fault we're in this mess, so deal."
Spike growled at her. "Whatever. Can we go?"
After a non-eventful patrol, Buffy led Spike to the Bronze. They entered the semi-crowded teen hangout and the Slayer went immediately to Willow's side. Spike hung back, surveying the club. He noticed several females checking him out and he shot them a sexy grin.
"Hey, guys," Buffy said, sitting on the couch next to her two best friends.
"Buffster," Xander greeted. "Did you lose the stiff?"
"I wish," she replied. "He's probably terrorizing someone in the alley."
"And you're down with this?"
"No. But I can't stop him," she said. "If he dies, I die, remember? Ok, enough with the depressing talk. I'm here to have fun."
"This is a big change from this morning," Willow commented. "Not that change is bad...in fact, it's good as changes go."
"Willow, I'm repressing. Now, let's go dance." Buffy pulled on Willow and Xander's hands, dragging them to the dance floor. The jumped around for several songs before needing to take a break.
"Anyone want a drink?" Buffy asked. They both nodded and she went over to the counter. By the time she returned, she could feel the slight pain of the bond acting up. "This is going to get old, really fast," she said, unknowingly echoing Spike's sentiment from earlier in the day.
"What is?" Willow said.
"This bond thingy," Buffy replied. "Spike found out today that it's not only distance, but time that causes pain."
"About an hour, according to him," she answered. Willow nodded, sipping her drink.
"Does that mean Junior will show up and ruin our fun?" Xander said.
Buffy winced and rubbed her side. "Any minute now."
But it wasn't Spike who joined them. It was Faith. "Hey, guys!"
"Faith! How goes it?" Xander asked, moving his feet so she could sit on the table across from them.
"I'm five by five," Faith replied. "How about you three?"
"Same old, same old" Xander said. "Vampires, prophecies and death."
Faith arched her eyebrow at him. "Anything I should know?"
Buffy was about to reply when the pain in her side suddenly stopped. She looked over Faith's shoulder and saw Spike leaning casually against a support beam a few feet away, glaring at her. She noticed Faith tense up, then turn her head. She spotted Spike and was calculating how to get him outside when Buffy spoke.
"'Bout time you came back," Buffy said to him.
"You know, I once told Dru you were the thorn in my bloody side. I could have sworn I was speaking figuratively," Spike responded.
"Uh, B?" Faith said. "You know this guy?"
"Unfortunately," Buffy said. "Faith, Spike. Spike, Faith. Don't kill each other."
"Spike? William the Bloody? No shit," Faith said, returning her gaze to the vampire in question.
Spike grinned wickedly at her. "Why can't I kill her, pet?"
"Because if you do, I'll slice you open and use your spleen as a paperweight," Buffy said sweetly.
"And the glove is thrown, ladies and gents," he said with laugh. He shifted and let his eyes roam around the club again. His relaxed pose was belaying to the coiled hyperness inside. He was itching for some action. "Can we get out of here?"
"No," Buffy answered, then turned the conversation to her friends, ignoring him.
Spike growled, spinning on his heels to put distance between the two of them. This time, it would be her coming to him to relieve the pain from their bond. He left the Bronze and found one of his minions feeding in the alley. Smiling, Spike launched himself at the other vampire, glad for the distraction of a good fight. He didn't notice the second vampire watching him from the shadows.
Buffy pressed a fist into her side, looking around for Spike. "He's doing this to be hateful," she said to her friends. After the vampire had left, she filled in Faith on the prophecy and got her promise not to kill him, but gave her permission to beat him as much as she liked.
Standing, she slid her coat on and said good-bye to her friends. "I'm going to find him, smack him around a little, then patrol. Faith, would you play escort?"
"Sure, B," Faith answered.
"Thanks. See you two in school tomorrow. Too bad Spike's not photogenic, because I'm betting even money that it's going to be a Kodak day," she said before leaving.
After a quick search of the club, Buffy went outside. Spike had to be nearby, or the pain would be a lot more severe because of the distance. This was a time pain. It was funny how easily she could tell the difference. She rounded the corner to see her unwanted partner fly through the air and hit the wall with a sickening thud.
"Spike!" Buffy exclaimed, running to his side. Blood coated the side of his face from several cuts.
He shook his head, grinned at her with his blue eyes dancing, then looked over her shoulder. "'Scuse me, luv. I'm wanted."
Buffy whirled, coming up into her fighting position. She gasped when she saw who Spike's attacker was. "Angel!"
"Buffy, what are you doing?" Angel asked, his game face evident and also covered with blood.
Before she could answer, Spike leapt at his sire, returning to battle. "Spike! Stop it!"
When he didn't listen, she tried to physically get in between the two. It wasn't until Angel hit her, sending her spinning to the ground that they halted the fight.
"Buffy!" Angel dropped immediately to her side.
"Good going, you stupid sod," Spike said, resting his hands on his knees. He was giddy from the good fight, and would love the chance to give it another go.
"Shut up, Spike," Angel hissed. His face morphed back to its human features as he touched Buffy's cheek where he'd hit her.
"That was fun," Buffy said, moving her jaw back and forth. "Not."
"What did you think you were doing?" Angel asked her.
"Stopping you guys before one of you got hurt," she replied, sitting up. "You can't kill him, and I don't want him to kill you."
"I wasn't about to kill your precious nancyboy," Spike told her, wiping his bloody mouth on his sleeve. "Just bloody him up a bit."
She ignored him and turned her attention to Angel. "I take it you heard."
"Willow told me," Angel answered.
"Then you know that you can't kill him."
"That doesn't mean I can't hurt him. Severely."
"With what army, you wanker?" Spike said.
"Measure it later," Buffy told them, climbing to her feet. "Now, I'm going on patrol. Angel, you're welcome to join me. Spike, you have no choice."
"Oh, I'm definitely coming along," Angel told her, giving Spike a disgusted look. Spike only laughed.
Buffy sighed. "Why me?"