Bloodlust
Title: Bloodlust
Author:
oneloveonelight
Chapter: One shot
Pairings: Spuffy
Rating: R (probably)
Warnings: Nothing too controversial, one incident of semi-explicit sex but would probably qualify as R.
Summary: This is my first fanfic so be kind, I'm not all up in the lingo yet! This reads somewhat like a script and is pretty canon. This actually reads like a season 5 ATS episode (with visits from the BTVS gang, of course)
Disclaimer: "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and "Angel" the series and all its characters are owed solely by Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I have no intentions on infringing on any copyrights, nor do I intend to profit from this story.
Buffy and Spike are inside the Wolfram & Hart office building, fighting a horde of vamps and various demons. They had no problem dusting the vamps but had trouble fighting these new breed of demons. They heard a “ding” and turned to see an elevator door open, 10 feet from them. Buffy and Spike looked at each other at the same time, acknowledging that they both had the same idea. They made a run for the elevator, jumped inside and frantically pushed the “close door” button. The demons continued their attack as the doors struggled to close.
As Buffy fought through the half-open doors, Spike ripped out the elevator’s safety sensor so the doors wouldn’t stay open. One of the demons stuck its clawed hand inside but, with the safety sensor gone, the doors closed tightly on his ugly, red hand and the demon’s hand was stuck in the now unsafe elevator doors. As the elevator car moved to the floor below them, it severed the hand, dropped to the ground, and sprayed a little shower of blood. Buffy let out a small disgusted noise.
Buffy: Ick.
Spike had pushed the lobby button in the hopes that the elevator car would take them down into safety. The elevator went down several floors but then it stopped suddenly, with the doors stuck shut.
Spike: (Frustrated) Bollocks! What kind of evil elevator is this? Get the Senior Partners on the blower! There’s always a phone on an elevator.
Buffy: (frustrated but with a calm, bored tone, holding the elevator phone loosely in her hand) The “blower’s” dead, Spike. When you pulled out the safety sensor, you pulled out the wires for the phone and probably a few other things too. Good going.
Buffy hung up the dead phone and patted Spike on the shoulder sarcastically.
Spike: Hey, my total disregard for that safety sensor is the reason we’re not still dealing with those creepy crawlies. One of them left us a present, too. (They both looked at the floor, at the severed demon hand).
The severed hand writhed on the floor. Even though it was detached from its host, it moved as though it had a life of its own.
Spike stomped hard on the wiggling, grotesque hand. Now it only twitched slightly, giving Buffy a slight case of the creeps. Spike glanced back up and looked at Buffy square in the eye.
Spike: You know, you took a real chance back there. What were you thinking, taking on three vampires at once? Be glad I showed up when I did.
Buffy: (incredulously) You mean besides the fact that there weren't a heck of a lot of other options? I mean --
Spike: I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. But I worry-
Buffy: I know.
As they continued to gaze upon one another, a strange magnetism - one that they hadn’t experienced for a long time - seemed to be taking place. Both took a few steps back as they both realized it wasn't the time, nor the place to be considering such things.
In an obvious attempt to break the awkward silence, Spike tried to start a new conversation.
Spike: Blimey, wonder how our Willow's doing?
Buffy: (snapping back to reality) Um, well, as best I could tell from her last transmission (Buffy took a walkie-talkie out of her jacket pocket), she, Xander and Wes were nearly in position to start working the protection spell. Haven’t been able to get any response out of this thing for about 10 minutes now. I think it’s busted. Guess the only thing we can do now is wait for the spell to take effect.
Buffy tossed the walkie-talkie on the elevator floor in frustration.
Spike: What in bloody hell… ? Where does Angel buy his supplies? Wal-Mart?
Buffy shot Spike a look. Even though she and Angel were no longer together, Buffy was still a little touchy about anyone speaking negatively of him in any capacity, even jokingly so.
Spike: Sorry. I’m just a bit peeved.
Buffy: Forget it.
Spike glanced down at the dead hand, wondering what the demon's blood might taste like. He hadn't eaten since yesterday morning. Why does hell always have to break loose during breakfast?
Spike leaned against the side of the elevator car. Buffy tried her best to relax as well, her back against the wall opposite Spike. They looked at each other again. As soon as their eyes met, Buffy got a strange look on her face. Almost unaware of her actions, Buffy took a few slow, trance-like steps towards Spike, as if an invisible force was pushing her in his direction. Spike also felt an urge to reach for Buffy and opened his mouth to say something but Buffy snapped out of it, shook her head and retreated back to her side of the elevator.
Spike: (Nervously) Umm… yeah. Elevator’s shot. Phone’s shot. Walkie-talkies…shot. Look at the bright side. Not much else can go wrong now, huh, luv?
Buffy: Don’t say that. Every time someone says that in the movies, something happens.
Spike: If we hear some suspenseful music, then we’ll know, huh? (Spike smiles slightly.)
At that moment, almost as if on cue, static and a faint voice came through the walkie-talkie. Spike and Buffy squatted down at the same time to pick up the walkie-talkie. As they both reached for it, their hands touched. They froze in position, with Spike’s left hand touching Buffy’s right. They looked at their hands touching, unable to pull apart, as if there was an animal magnetism between them.
Buffy raised her head slowly and then Spike raised his. Their eyes met again - this time, locked in place. Buffy breathed deeply and dropped the walkie-talkie, not caring about the transmission they just received. Still staring intensely into Spike’s eyes, she moved her hand onto his knee. She leaned in and ran her hand up his thigh seductively, stopping just short of his groin. Buffy gripped his thigh, which made Spike moan - his eyes wide with surprise. He moved from his squatting position and dropped to his knees in happiness, realizing that Buffy wanted him. Right there. NOW.
Buffy kneeled down directly in front of Spike and moved in close, their hips and thighs touching, filled with lust for each other. She moved both of her hands to his chest and slowly moved in for a kiss. As her mouth parted, Spike sighed pleasurably in anticipation. He nervously waited for her to make the next move.
Buffy: (very close to his lips) Spike. Kiss me, please. Hard.
Spike didn’t hesitate; he enclosed his arms around her waist, pulled Buffy in tighter and kissed her with all the passion that they used to have. He missed this, of course, but didn’t know how badly he REALLY missed her until that moment. She threw her arms around his neck and they kissed wildly. Spike wrapped his tongue around Buffy’s tongue frantically, almost as if he couldn’t get close enough. He then cradled her head with his left hand, his right arm still wrapped tightly around her waist.
Spike stopped kissing Buffy just for a second. He stood up, picked Buffy up and embraced her as she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. They began to kiss again as he leaned her against the elevator wall, her legs wrapped tight around his waist and his hands on her buttocks, supporting her. Still fully clothed, their groins moved in rhythm with each other… they knew exactly what they wanted from each other and couldn’t seem to get there fast enough.
Buffy: (flustered and desperate) Spike, I need you. Now. Do it now.
Spike: (moans) Oh…. Buffy…
Spike unzipped his pants, lifted Buffy’s skirt and ripped her underwear off. Buffy didn’t hesitate for a second; she thrust her hand down his unzipped pants and grabbed his hard, eager cock. She caressed Spike’s swollen member for second and then quickly guided him inside of her. They moved both back and forth wildly, the elevator rocking slightly from their lovemaking.
In the midst of their ecstasy, Spike felt he couldn’t get enough of Buffy and it seemed to be more than just sex he couldn’t get enough of. He had always loved Buffy’s scent but this time… he couldn’t resist. As they made love, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop kissing and licking her neck as Buffy moaned. Knowing he shouldn’t but not caring, he lightly nibbled her neck and tried to not think the thing he’d been thinking this whole time: He wanted her blood. More than anything.
Spike had able to resist the temptation many times before, especially since he regained his soul. But this time, it was almost as if his inhibitions were completely gone. And the strange part was, Buffy seemed to sense what was going on inside his head. She wanted it too.
Her eyes opened and she whispered softly into Spike’s ear:
Buffy: Take me. Drink from me.
“Drink from me.” The reality of those tragically beautiful, yet obscene words, snapped Spike back to reality.
This was far beyond the usual sex games they used to play. What was going on?
For a second Buffy seemed to realize something was wrong. Still, she couldn’t resist. With her hand, she turned Spike’s head slightly so that their eyes locked once more, "I want you to be my sire."
At that moment, Spike did something he never foresaw himself doing. In the midst of their lovemaking, he shoved Buffy away. Hard. The force of his push caused her to reel back and hit the opposite side of the elevator. He zipped his pants up.
Buffy: What the hell -
Spike: (Angrily) Do you fucking know what you just asked me to do?!! (just slightly calmer now) Buffy.. Your soul is what makes you YOU. DO you understand? It's the part of you I fell in love with. The part of you I've obsessed over. How dare you ask me to throw it away and put some demon-"
Spike stopped talking. He could see his words had the desired effect as Buffy slowly came to her senses. What was happening?
Buffy: (Flustered and a little embarrassed) I-I don't know what came over me. Why… did I…? It’s not like I REALLY want to be a vampire. (Buffy noticed that Spike looked slightly hurt as she said those words) No offense.
Spike: I've always loved you. And you KNOW I’ve always been hot in my knickers for you. But what just happened right here was totally different. It was like... being possessed almost.
Spike’s words seemed to register with Buffy. Whatever these strange savage emotions were, they were not entirely their own. At that moment, the forgotten demon hand sprang to the forefront of both their minds.
Buffy: Maybe you were. We-we both were. You don't suppose the demon hand could have released a pheromone? Or maybe it freed a succubus of some sort. Kind of like a… uh… SEX demon?
Spike: Maybe. But this was more than wanting to get frisky with each other. It was as if ALL of our inhibitions were completely gone.
Buffy: I wish Giles was here. (Half embarrassed) Well not RIGHT here. But maybe he could tell us what-
Buffy stopped talking abruptly as Spike smacked himself on the forehead.
Spike : Damn, I almost forgot.
Spike reached into his jacket and retrieved a camera phone.
Buffy: (indignantly) Oh, ok. You mean to tell me we've been trying to get a hold of somebody, anybody… and you've had a CELL PHONE all this time?! And when did vampires start carrying cell phones?
Spike: (nonchalantly) Angel gave it to me.
Buffy shot Spike a confused look.
Spike: As part of the job and all? I do work at Wolfram & Hart, y ‘know? Well, sort of. I hate these things, anyway. The battery's been dead for days and you can’t always get a signal in this building… something to do with mystical influences of our clientele… the occasion dimension shift here and there. You know, the usual. But if we’re lucky, there might be enough juice to turn it on for a few seconds, tops. Don’t think there’s enough power for a chat but if we do it quickly, we can try to send a picture through to Wes’ phone.
Buffy: Gotcha. Good thinking. So.. what kind of picture should we send? We shouldn’t just smile and say cheese, I don’t think. Some kind of S.O.S.?
Spike: A message. Uh… got a pen, luv?
Buffy: All I have is this… “Mr. Pointy.” (Buffy held up her lucky stake). No blood on it.. those vamps dusted dry.
Spike: Well, there’s uh… a little matter of this bugger here. (Spike pointed to the hand) Still got blood oozing. Kind of a grotty idea but we could write a message on the wall with the blood, take a picture and hopefully they’ll get it.
Buffy: What if that blood somehow gets us.. possessed again?
Spike: Do you feel anything now? A sudden urge to shag me or become one of the undead?
Buffy: (confidently) Nope.
Spike: (Squinted, his feelings slightly hurt) You sure? Not even about the first part, at least?
Buffy: I’m sure. (Buffy paused and thought for a second) Maybe the hand released some kind of wacky pheromone or vapor when it got chopped off. But it seems to be gone now. Anyway, what should I write? “Buffy and Spike stuck in main elevator. Help!”
Spike: Good enough, luv. Get to scribbling.
Using her stake, Buffy dipped the point of it in the demon blood. As a slayer, she was used to blood and gore but it still disturbed her somewhat to be writing a message in blood. She began to write on the wall.
Buffy paused in the middle of her message. She had a strange look on her face, somewhat of a half-smile. She dipped her stake in the blood again and finished her message on the wall.
Spike: Well, that should -
Spike stopped in the middle of his sentence as he glanced at what Buffy wrote on the wall.
Buffy wrote the words, “Buffy and Spike” but that was as far as she got with the original message. She did, however, create a heart in blood around the words “Buffy and Spike” as if she was a young teen, writing her name and her boyfriend’s name on the bathroom wall.
Buffy turned around and winked at Spike. Instantly Spike knew that she had been affected by the demon blood again. A trace of it got on her hands as she wrote the message. Perhaps it wasn’t a pheromone after all. Maybe it really was from contact with the blood. He quickly glanced at his hands and found two small dry spots of the demon blood on the back of left hand, which probably came from the initial splatter of blood as it was severed from its body. But why wasn’t he affected any longer? Spike backed away from Buffy and realized why she was under its spell again.
Spike: Buffy. Listen to me. The demon blood has affected you. It’s only effective when it’s fresh and when it comes in it contact with your skin. As it dries, the effects appear to wear off. I never thought I’d be saying this to you, luv, but trust me when I say don’t touch me. Not right now. It would be dangerous.
Buffy: I like dangerous. And I like… you.
Buffy tossed the stake to the floor and slowly walked towards Spike again, smiling and obviously under some supernatural influence. Spike tried his best to avoid her. He leaned against the wall for leverage and grabbed her arms as to prevent her from getting fresh blood on him again. Suddenly, an “Oh, no” look spread across Spike’s face. He turned his head to look and realized that his hand accidentally touched the writing on the wall and came in contact with the blood.
Spike relaxed his grip. He couldn’t help it now; he HAD to give in. He accepted Buffy’s embrace with an embrace of his own. They kissed again passionately; both under complete surrender to their desires.
Buffy paused to ask the ill-fated question again:
Buffy: Take me, drink from me. Please?
In the back of Spike’s mind, through the haze of this half-drugged passionate state, he knew this shouldn’t be happening. But he couldn’t help it. Her neck… it smelled so fragrant. Her veins looked so beautiful to him in contrast with her white skin. But he… couldn’t resist. He couldn’t stop this time.
As Spike vamped out, Buffy smiled with joy. They kissed again briefly.
Spike: I love you Buffy. Now we can love each other forever.
Without another moment of hesitation, Spike gave in to his passion and sunk his teeth deeply into her tender neck. Buffy let out a shriek of both pain and ecstasy. He drank from her as he slowly lowered her to the floor and laid her down.
At that very moment, the elevator doors opened to reveal Willow and Xander. Willow screamed and Xander gained a furious, “out for blood” look on his face when he saw Spike drinking from Buffy. Buffy moaned softly but her eyes were closed. Willow regained composure long enough to grab Xander to stop him from assaulting Spike with the crowbar he used on the elevator doors.
Willow: Xander! It’s not his fault, remember? It’s the demon blood. Stand back, I can do the spell now.
Willow threw a powdered substance on the demon hand. Buffy and Spike were still caught in the moment and unaware of what was going on around them. Willow recited the spell in Latin.
The lights flickered and there was a quick rush of air. A few seconds later, the demon hand simply disappeared into thin air. The writing on the wall and all the blood disappeared as well. Spike lifted his head from Buffy’s neck, his eyes wide. He was no longer under the influence.
Spike gasped when he realized what he’d done. Buffy was weak from lack of blood but not dead. Yet. Devastated, Spike tried to turn Buffy’s head towards him. She blinked a few times and then passed out.
Spike: (frantically) Buffy! What I have done? Buffy! Buffy!!
Xander: (still furious at Spike) You’ve done enough.
Willow lightly smacked Xander on the arm.
Willow: (to Xander) Help me grab her. We need to get her to the hospital right now.
Buffy stirred slightly but was too weak to speak. Willow and Xander carried her out of the elevator and into another working elevator down the hall. The doors to the other elevator closed.
Spike sat on the elevator floor, too devastated to move. There aren’t many moments that can bring Spike to tears. But when it came to Buffy, the tears flowed quite easily. He put his head in between his knees and sobbed quietly at first, and then a little louder. The camera fades to black.
Scene change: We see Xander, Willow, Spike, and Wes at the hospital. Buffy is in a bed, awake and in good spirits. Spike looks guilty but relieved. Everyone is calm. Willow began to explain what happened to Buffy.
Willow: The demons got away. But at least I was able to research them. That demon you injured was a Ferveo demon. It’s a type of demon whose blood infects someone with an uncontrollable urge to give in to their deepest desires. Sometimes it’s not so bad.. usually the worst that happens is a frenzy of uh… passion. And as soon as the blood dries, the urge goes away. But it can be dangerous if it infects the wrong person. You know, dangerous people who have a penchant for violence. Or-or vampires.
Willow is quiet as she looked down to the tile floor for a second. She knew that Spike must have felt a twinge of guilt from her words.
Willow: But we realize it’s no one’s fault. No - no blame here, guys. And you’ll be fine, Buffy. Spike didn’t drink too much from you.
Spike looked weak... drained... as he moved to sit down next to Buffy’s bed, almost in tears again. Buffy reached for Spike’s hand and he graciously accepted it. Willow continued her explanation.
Willow: We saw the blood trail from the elevator and figured out what happened. I checked the building’s computer systems, which told me that your elevator was stuck on the 5th floor. I then prepared a spell in case there was any blood left in the building. That’s not something that can be easily fixed with Windex and a bit of elbow grease. I.. um... (Willow smiled, half-embarrassed) was able to simply transport the hand and the blood to another dimension. As soon as the blood was gone, the effects disappeared. (Still a little embarrassed by her magick talent) Simple spell, really.
Buffy: Thanks, Will. (Buffy turned her head to face Spike and smiled.) Spike? Hey. I’m fine, don’t you worry about little ol’ me. All’s well that ends well.
At that moment, Angel stomped into the hospital room, looked at Buffy first and then looked in Spike’s direction. Angel glared at him furiously. Spike stood up quickly, as he wanted to be the first to person to speak.
Spike: Oh, so now Captain Forehead decides to put in an appearance. Where the hell were you when we were outnumbered 10-to-1?
Angel: (angrily) What did you do to her, William?
Spike: For your bloody information, we were under the effects of some very evil demon whose bodily fluids made us both wonky and completely senseless. And for the record, I didn’t do anything she didn’t ask me t-
Spike didn't get a chance to finish his sentence as Angel took a swing at him. Spike ducked, lunged for Angel's legs, and tackled him to the ground. From there, he sat atop his chest and began pummeling Angel repeatedly. Everyone watched in shock.
Finally, Willow stepped up to the plate. Willow began reciting a series of Latin incantations. Suddenly, Spike froze in mid-punch, unable to move. Angel is frozen as well.
Wes: Did those two ever get along?
Xander: No, they have a real hate-hate relationship. Add me to the mix and it’s a hate-hate-hate relationship. The triple threat of hate. A trifecta of hate, if you will.
Willow: The effect is only temporary. It'll wear off by morning.
Buffy: Maybe we should take pictures or something. Spike’s got a camera phone in his pocket.
(Camera begins to zoom out of the scene. Xander continues to speak excitedly)
Xander: (jumping up and down, using emphatic hand gestures.) Ooooh oohhh... let’s dress them up! I saw some scrubs in a closet down the hall. Buffy? Got your makeup bag on you?
(scene fades out to black...)
Author:
oneloveonelight
Chapter: One shot
Pairings: Spuffy
Rating: R (probably)
Warnings: Nothing too controversial, one incident of semi-explicit sex but would probably qualify as R.
Summary: This is my first fanfic so be kind, I'm not all up in the lingo yet! This reads somewhat like a script and is pretty canon. This actually reads like a season 5 ATS episode (with visits from the BTVS gang, of course)
Disclaimer: "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and "Angel" the series and all its characters are owed solely by Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I have no intentions on infringing on any copyrights, nor do I intend to profit from this story.
Buffy and Spike are inside the Wolfram & Hart office building, fighting a horde of vamps and various demons. They had no problem dusting the vamps but had trouble fighting these new breed of demons. They heard a “ding” and turned to see an elevator door open, 10 feet from them. Buffy and Spike looked at each other at the same time, acknowledging that they both had the same idea. They made a run for the elevator, jumped inside and frantically pushed the “close door” button. The demons continued their attack as the doors struggled to close.
As Buffy fought through the half-open doors, Spike ripped out the elevator’s safety sensor so the doors wouldn’t stay open. One of the demons stuck its clawed hand inside but, with the safety sensor gone, the doors closed tightly on his ugly, red hand and the demon’s hand was stuck in the now unsafe elevator doors. As the elevator car moved to the floor below them, it severed the hand, dropped to the ground, and sprayed a little shower of blood. Buffy let out a small disgusted noise.
Buffy: Ick.
Spike had pushed the lobby button in the hopes that the elevator car would take them down into safety. The elevator went down several floors but then it stopped suddenly, with the doors stuck shut.
Spike: (Frustrated) Bollocks! What kind of evil elevator is this? Get the Senior Partners on the blower! There’s always a phone on an elevator.
Buffy: (frustrated but with a calm, bored tone, holding the elevator phone loosely in her hand) The “blower’s” dead, Spike. When you pulled out the safety sensor, you pulled out the wires for the phone and probably a few other things too. Good going.
Buffy hung up the dead phone and patted Spike on the shoulder sarcastically.
Spike: Hey, my total disregard for that safety sensor is the reason we’re not still dealing with those creepy crawlies. One of them left us a present, too. (They both looked at the floor, at the severed demon hand).
The severed hand writhed on the floor. Even though it was detached from its host, it moved as though it had a life of its own.
Spike stomped hard on the wiggling, grotesque hand. Now it only twitched slightly, giving Buffy a slight case of the creeps. Spike glanced back up and looked at Buffy square in the eye.
Spike: You know, you took a real chance back there. What were you thinking, taking on three vampires at once? Be glad I showed up when I did.
Buffy: (incredulously) You mean besides the fact that there weren't a heck of a lot of other options? I mean --
Spike: I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. But I worry-
Buffy: I know.
As they continued to gaze upon one another, a strange magnetism - one that they hadn’t experienced for a long time - seemed to be taking place. Both took a few steps back as they both realized it wasn't the time, nor the place to be considering such things.
In an obvious attempt to break the awkward silence, Spike tried to start a new conversation.
Spike: Blimey, wonder how our Willow's doing?
Buffy: (snapping back to reality) Um, well, as best I could tell from her last transmission (Buffy took a walkie-talkie out of her jacket pocket), she, Xander and Wes were nearly in position to start working the protection spell. Haven’t been able to get any response out of this thing for about 10 minutes now. I think it’s busted. Guess the only thing we can do now is wait for the spell to take effect.
Buffy tossed the walkie-talkie on the elevator floor in frustration.
Spike: What in bloody hell… ? Where does Angel buy his supplies? Wal-Mart?
Buffy shot Spike a look. Even though she and Angel were no longer together, Buffy was still a little touchy about anyone speaking negatively of him in any capacity, even jokingly so.
Spike: Sorry. I’m just a bit peeved.
Buffy: Forget it.
Spike glanced down at the dead hand, wondering what the demon's blood might taste like. He hadn't eaten since yesterday morning. Why does hell always have to break loose during breakfast?
Spike leaned against the side of the elevator car. Buffy tried her best to relax as well, her back against the wall opposite Spike. They looked at each other again. As soon as their eyes met, Buffy got a strange look on her face. Almost unaware of her actions, Buffy took a few slow, trance-like steps towards Spike, as if an invisible force was pushing her in his direction. Spike also felt an urge to reach for Buffy and opened his mouth to say something but Buffy snapped out of it, shook her head and retreated back to her side of the elevator.
Spike: (Nervously) Umm… yeah. Elevator’s shot. Phone’s shot. Walkie-talkies…shot. Look at the bright side. Not much else can go wrong now, huh, luv?
Buffy: Don’t say that. Every time someone says that in the movies, something happens.
Spike: If we hear some suspenseful music, then we’ll know, huh? (Spike smiles slightly.)
At that moment, almost as if on cue, static and a faint voice came through the walkie-talkie. Spike and Buffy squatted down at the same time to pick up the walkie-talkie. As they both reached for it, their hands touched. They froze in position, with Spike’s left hand touching Buffy’s right. They looked at their hands touching, unable to pull apart, as if there was an animal magnetism between them.
Buffy raised her head slowly and then Spike raised his. Their eyes met again - this time, locked in place. Buffy breathed deeply and dropped the walkie-talkie, not caring about the transmission they just received. Still staring intensely into Spike’s eyes, she moved her hand onto his knee. She leaned in and ran her hand up his thigh seductively, stopping just short of his groin. Buffy gripped his thigh, which made Spike moan - his eyes wide with surprise. He moved from his squatting position and dropped to his knees in happiness, realizing that Buffy wanted him. Right there. NOW.
Buffy kneeled down directly in front of Spike and moved in close, their hips and thighs touching, filled with lust for each other. She moved both of her hands to his chest and slowly moved in for a kiss. As her mouth parted, Spike sighed pleasurably in anticipation. He nervously waited for her to make the next move.
Buffy: (very close to his lips) Spike. Kiss me, please. Hard.
Spike didn’t hesitate; he enclosed his arms around her waist, pulled Buffy in tighter and kissed her with all the passion that they used to have. He missed this, of course, but didn’t know how badly he REALLY missed her until that moment. She threw her arms around his neck and they kissed wildly. Spike wrapped his tongue around Buffy’s tongue frantically, almost as if he couldn’t get close enough. He then cradled her head with his left hand, his right arm still wrapped tightly around her waist.
Spike stopped kissing Buffy just for a second. He stood up, picked Buffy up and embraced her as she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. They began to kiss again as he leaned her against the elevator wall, her legs wrapped tight around his waist and his hands on her buttocks, supporting her. Still fully clothed, their groins moved in rhythm with each other… they knew exactly what they wanted from each other and couldn’t seem to get there fast enough.
Buffy: (flustered and desperate) Spike, I need you. Now. Do it now.
Spike: (moans) Oh…. Buffy…
Spike unzipped his pants, lifted Buffy’s skirt and ripped her underwear off. Buffy didn’t hesitate for a second; she thrust her hand down his unzipped pants and grabbed his hard, eager cock. She caressed Spike’s swollen member for second and then quickly guided him inside of her. They moved both back and forth wildly, the elevator rocking slightly from their lovemaking.
In the midst of their ecstasy, Spike felt he couldn’t get enough of Buffy and it seemed to be more than just sex he couldn’t get enough of. He had always loved Buffy’s scent but this time… he couldn’t resist. As they made love, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop kissing and licking her neck as Buffy moaned. Knowing he shouldn’t but not caring, he lightly nibbled her neck and tried to not think the thing he’d been thinking this whole time: He wanted her blood. More than anything.
Spike had able to resist the temptation many times before, especially since he regained his soul. But this time, it was almost as if his inhibitions were completely gone. And the strange part was, Buffy seemed to sense what was going on inside his head. She wanted it too.
Her eyes opened and she whispered softly into Spike’s ear:
Buffy: Take me. Drink from me.
“Drink from me.” The reality of those tragically beautiful, yet obscene words, snapped Spike back to reality.
This was far beyond the usual sex games they used to play. What was going on?
For a second Buffy seemed to realize something was wrong. Still, she couldn’t resist. With her hand, she turned Spike’s head slightly so that their eyes locked once more, "I want you to be my sire."
At that moment, Spike did something he never foresaw himself doing. In the midst of their lovemaking, he shoved Buffy away. Hard. The force of his push caused her to reel back and hit the opposite side of the elevator. He zipped his pants up.
Buffy: What the hell -
Spike: (Angrily) Do you fucking know what you just asked me to do?!! (just slightly calmer now) Buffy.. Your soul is what makes you YOU. DO you understand? It's the part of you I fell in love with. The part of you I've obsessed over. How dare you ask me to throw it away and put some demon-"
Spike stopped talking. He could see his words had the desired effect as Buffy slowly came to her senses. What was happening?
Buffy: (Flustered and a little embarrassed) I-I don't know what came over me. Why… did I…? It’s not like I REALLY want to be a vampire. (Buffy noticed that Spike looked slightly hurt as she said those words) No offense.
Spike: I've always loved you. And you KNOW I’ve always been hot in my knickers for you. But what just happened right here was totally different. It was like... being possessed almost.
Spike’s words seemed to register with Buffy. Whatever these strange savage emotions were, they were not entirely their own. At that moment, the forgotten demon hand sprang to the forefront of both their minds.
Buffy: Maybe you were. We-we both were. You don't suppose the demon hand could have released a pheromone? Or maybe it freed a succubus of some sort. Kind of like a… uh… SEX demon?
Spike: Maybe. But this was more than wanting to get frisky with each other. It was as if ALL of our inhibitions were completely gone.
Buffy: I wish Giles was here. (Half embarrassed) Well not RIGHT here. But maybe he could tell us what-
Buffy stopped talking abruptly as Spike smacked himself on the forehead.
Spike : Damn, I almost forgot.
Spike reached into his jacket and retrieved a camera phone.
Buffy: (indignantly) Oh, ok. You mean to tell me we've been trying to get a hold of somebody, anybody… and you've had a CELL PHONE all this time?! And when did vampires start carrying cell phones?
Spike: (nonchalantly) Angel gave it to me.
Buffy shot Spike a confused look.
Spike: As part of the job and all? I do work at Wolfram & Hart, y ‘know? Well, sort of. I hate these things, anyway. The battery's been dead for days and you can’t always get a signal in this building… something to do with mystical influences of our clientele… the occasion dimension shift here and there. You know, the usual. But if we’re lucky, there might be enough juice to turn it on for a few seconds, tops. Don’t think there’s enough power for a chat but if we do it quickly, we can try to send a picture through to Wes’ phone.
Buffy: Gotcha. Good thinking. So.. what kind of picture should we send? We shouldn’t just smile and say cheese, I don’t think. Some kind of S.O.S.?
Spike: A message. Uh… got a pen, luv?
Buffy: All I have is this… “Mr. Pointy.” (Buffy held up her lucky stake). No blood on it.. those vamps dusted dry.
Spike: Well, there’s uh… a little matter of this bugger here. (Spike pointed to the hand) Still got blood oozing. Kind of a grotty idea but we could write a message on the wall with the blood, take a picture and hopefully they’ll get it.
Buffy: What if that blood somehow gets us.. possessed again?
Spike: Do you feel anything now? A sudden urge to shag me or become one of the undead?
Buffy: (confidently) Nope.
Spike: (Squinted, his feelings slightly hurt) You sure? Not even about the first part, at least?
Buffy: I’m sure. (Buffy paused and thought for a second) Maybe the hand released some kind of wacky pheromone or vapor when it got chopped off. But it seems to be gone now. Anyway, what should I write? “Buffy and Spike stuck in main elevator. Help!”
Spike: Good enough, luv. Get to scribbling.
Using her stake, Buffy dipped the point of it in the demon blood. As a slayer, she was used to blood and gore but it still disturbed her somewhat to be writing a message in blood. She began to write on the wall.
Buffy paused in the middle of her message. She had a strange look on her face, somewhat of a half-smile. She dipped her stake in the blood again and finished her message on the wall.
Spike: Well, that should -
Spike stopped in the middle of his sentence as he glanced at what Buffy wrote on the wall.
Buffy wrote the words, “Buffy and Spike” but that was as far as she got with the original message. She did, however, create a heart in blood around the words “Buffy and Spike” as if she was a young teen, writing her name and her boyfriend’s name on the bathroom wall.
Buffy turned around and winked at Spike. Instantly Spike knew that she had been affected by the demon blood again. A trace of it got on her hands as she wrote the message. Perhaps it wasn’t a pheromone after all. Maybe it really was from contact with the blood. He quickly glanced at his hands and found two small dry spots of the demon blood on the back of left hand, which probably came from the initial splatter of blood as it was severed from its body. But why wasn’t he affected any longer? Spike backed away from Buffy and realized why she was under its spell again.
Spike: Buffy. Listen to me. The demon blood has affected you. It’s only effective when it’s fresh and when it comes in it contact with your skin. As it dries, the effects appear to wear off. I never thought I’d be saying this to you, luv, but trust me when I say don’t touch me. Not right now. It would be dangerous.
Buffy: I like dangerous. And I like… you.
Buffy tossed the stake to the floor and slowly walked towards Spike again, smiling and obviously under some supernatural influence. Spike tried his best to avoid her. He leaned against the wall for leverage and grabbed her arms as to prevent her from getting fresh blood on him again. Suddenly, an “Oh, no” look spread across Spike’s face. He turned his head to look and realized that his hand accidentally touched the writing on the wall and came in contact with the blood.
Spike relaxed his grip. He couldn’t help it now; he HAD to give in. He accepted Buffy’s embrace with an embrace of his own. They kissed again passionately; both under complete surrender to their desires.
Buffy paused to ask the ill-fated question again:
Buffy: Take me, drink from me. Please?
In the back of Spike’s mind, through the haze of this half-drugged passionate state, he knew this shouldn’t be happening. But he couldn’t help it. Her neck… it smelled so fragrant. Her veins looked so beautiful to him in contrast with her white skin. But he… couldn’t resist. He couldn’t stop this time.
As Spike vamped out, Buffy smiled with joy. They kissed again briefly.
Spike: I love you Buffy. Now we can love each other forever.
Without another moment of hesitation, Spike gave in to his passion and sunk his teeth deeply into her tender neck. Buffy let out a shriek of both pain and ecstasy. He drank from her as he slowly lowered her to the floor and laid her down.
At that very moment, the elevator doors opened to reveal Willow and Xander. Willow screamed and Xander gained a furious, “out for blood” look on his face when he saw Spike drinking from Buffy. Buffy moaned softly but her eyes were closed. Willow regained composure long enough to grab Xander to stop him from assaulting Spike with the crowbar he used on the elevator doors.
Willow: Xander! It’s not his fault, remember? It’s the demon blood. Stand back, I can do the spell now.
Willow threw a powdered substance on the demon hand. Buffy and Spike were still caught in the moment and unaware of what was going on around them. Willow recited the spell in Latin.
The lights flickered and there was a quick rush of air. A few seconds later, the demon hand simply disappeared into thin air. The writing on the wall and all the blood disappeared as well. Spike lifted his head from Buffy’s neck, his eyes wide. He was no longer under the influence.
Spike gasped when he realized what he’d done. Buffy was weak from lack of blood but not dead. Yet. Devastated, Spike tried to turn Buffy’s head towards him. She blinked a few times and then passed out.
Spike: (frantically) Buffy! What I have done? Buffy! Buffy!!
Xander: (still furious at Spike) You’ve done enough.
Willow lightly smacked Xander on the arm.
Willow: (to Xander) Help me grab her. We need to get her to the hospital right now.
Buffy stirred slightly but was too weak to speak. Willow and Xander carried her out of the elevator and into another working elevator down the hall. The doors to the other elevator closed.
Spike sat on the elevator floor, too devastated to move. There aren’t many moments that can bring Spike to tears. But when it came to Buffy, the tears flowed quite easily. He put his head in between his knees and sobbed quietly at first, and then a little louder. The camera fades to black.
Scene change: We see Xander, Willow, Spike, and Wes at the hospital. Buffy is in a bed, awake and in good spirits. Spike looks guilty but relieved. Everyone is calm. Willow began to explain what happened to Buffy.
Willow: The demons got away. But at least I was able to research them. That demon you injured was a Ferveo demon. It’s a type of demon whose blood infects someone with an uncontrollable urge to give in to their deepest desires. Sometimes it’s not so bad.. usually the worst that happens is a frenzy of uh… passion. And as soon as the blood dries, the urge goes away. But it can be dangerous if it infects the wrong person. You know, dangerous people who have a penchant for violence. Or-or vampires.
Willow is quiet as she looked down to the tile floor for a second. She knew that Spike must have felt a twinge of guilt from her words.
Willow: But we realize it’s no one’s fault. No - no blame here, guys. And you’ll be fine, Buffy. Spike didn’t drink too much from you.
Spike looked weak... drained... as he moved to sit down next to Buffy’s bed, almost in tears again. Buffy reached for Spike’s hand and he graciously accepted it. Willow continued her explanation.
Willow: We saw the blood trail from the elevator and figured out what happened. I checked the building’s computer systems, which told me that your elevator was stuck on the 5th floor. I then prepared a spell in case there was any blood left in the building. That’s not something that can be easily fixed with Windex and a bit of elbow grease. I.. um... (Willow smiled, half-embarrassed) was able to simply transport the hand and the blood to another dimension. As soon as the blood was gone, the effects disappeared. (Still a little embarrassed by her magick talent) Simple spell, really.
Buffy: Thanks, Will. (Buffy turned her head to face Spike and smiled.) Spike? Hey. I’m fine, don’t you worry about little ol’ me. All’s well that ends well.
At that moment, Angel stomped into the hospital room, looked at Buffy first and then looked in Spike’s direction. Angel glared at him furiously. Spike stood up quickly, as he wanted to be the first to person to speak.
Spike: Oh, so now Captain Forehead decides to put in an appearance. Where the hell were you when we were outnumbered 10-to-1?
Angel: (angrily) What did you do to her, William?
Spike: For your bloody information, we were under the effects of some very evil demon whose bodily fluids made us both wonky and completely senseless. And for the record, I didn’t do anything she didn’t ask me t-
Spike didn't get a chance to finish his sentence as Angel took a swing at him. Spike ducked, lunged for Angel's legs, and tackled him to the ground. From there, he sat atop his chest and began pummeling Angel repeatedly. Everyone watched in shock.
Finally, Willow stepped up to the plate. Willow began reciting a series of Latin incantations. Suddenly, Spike froze in mid-punch, unable to move. Angel is frozen as well.
Wes: Did those two ever get along?
Xander: No, they have a real hate-hate relationship. Add me to the mix and it’s a hate-hate-hate relationship. The triple threat of hate. A trifecta of hate, if you will.
Willow: The effect is only temporary. It'll wear off by morning.
Buffy: Maybe we should take pictures or something. Spike’s got a camera phone in his pocket.
(Camera begins to zoom out of the scene. Xander continues to speak excitedly)
Xander: (jumping up and down, using emphatic hand gestures.) Ooooh oohhh... let’s dress them up! I saw some scrubs in a closet down the hall. Buffy? Got your makeup bag on you?
(scene fades out to black...)