FIC: Determination 1/1, Faith/Spike interaction FR13
Title: Determination 1/1
Author: Sweetness (aaronlisa@gmail.com)
Pairing: Faith/Spike interaction
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse belongs to Joss Whedon and company.
Notes: Written for fanfic100 for prompt #58 (dinner). Set just after “Lovers Walk” (BTVS Season Three.)
Spike was exceptionally happy that he had found an appropriate gift to woo Drusilla back. He would have loved to bring her Buffy all nicely tied up with a big red bow, but Spike really didn’t have any time to waste. And kidnapping Buffy would cause delays since Angel would have to find her, but no one seemed to be that attached to the brunette Slayer. He smirked as he noticed that she was waking up and he inhaled the sweet scent of the Slayer’s fear wafting from the back seat of the De Soto.
“So Sleeping Beauty awakes at last,” Spike said pleasantly. “Oh don’t bother struggling or anything else stupid, luv, I’ll just have to drug you some more.”
He laughed at the burning hatred that he saw in her eyes. And he knew then that if he hadn’t been trying to win Drusilla back, he would have turned her. It seemed such a waste that she would be Dru’s dinner, but he was very determined to get his dark princess back where she belonged: with him.
“You know if regular humans are happy meals on legs, then you Slayers are like a filet mignon to us vampires. And I am sure that Drusilla will really enjoy you, since she never got to taste the last Slayer that she killed.”
The Slayer started to struggle against her bonds, causing Spike to pull over to the side of the road. He watched her for a few minutes and once again he felt a sense of regret at the loss of her fire and beauty. The momentary regret didn’t stop him from reaching into the glove box and pulling out a syringe.
“I can understand that you want to live, pet, but that’s not for you or me to decide. So we can either do this the hard way, or the easy way, which will it be?” Spike asked as he gently removed the gag from her mouth.
”The hard way,” Faith growled before spitting at him.
“Have it your way,” Spike calmly replied before he inserted the needle into her arm, sending her into a drugged sleep again.
**END**
Author: Sweetness (aaronlisa@gmail.com)
Pairing: Faith/Spike interaction
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse belongs to Joss Whedon and company.
Notes: Written for fanfic100 for prompt #58 (dinner). Set just after “Lovers Walk” (BTVS Season Three.)
Spike was exceptionally happy that he had found an appropriate gift to woo Drusilla back. He would have loved to bring her Buffy all nicely tied up with a big red bow, but Spike really didn’t have any time to waste. And kidnapping Buffy would cause delays since Angel would have to find her, but no one seemed to be that attached to the brunette Slayer. He smirked as he noticed that she was waking up and he inhaled the sweet scent of the Slayer’s fear wafting from the back seat of the De Soto.
“So Sleeping Beauty awakes at last,” Spike said pleasantly. “Oh don’t bother struggling or anything else stupid, luv, I’ll just have to drug you some more.”
He laughed at the burning hatred that he saw in her eyes. And he knew then that if he hadn’t been trying to win Drusilla back, he would have turned her. It seemed such a waste that she would be Dru’s dinner, but he was very determined to get his dark princess back where she belonged: with him.
“You know if regular humans are happy meals on legs, then you Slayers are like a filet mignon to us vampires. And I am sure that Drusilla will really enjoy you, since she never got to taste the last Slayer that she killed.”
The Slayer started to struggle against her bonds, causing Spike to pull over to the side of the road. He watched her for a few minutes and once again he felt a sense of regret at the loss of her fire and beauty. The momentary regret didn’t stop him from reaching into the glove box and pulling out a syringe.
“I can understand that you want to live, pet, but that’s not for you or me to decide. So we can either do this the hard way, or the easy way, which will it be?” Spike asked as he gently removed the gag from her mouth.
”The hard way,” Faith growled before spitting at him.
“Have it your way,” Spike calmly replied before he inserted the needle into her arm, sending her into a drugged sleep again.
**END**