Wild at Heart Spuffyverse twist

by Spikeskat

rated R

“Thanks for the relocate. I perform better without an audience,” Buffy told the vampire that had been chasing after her as she suddenly stopped running and twirled around to confront him.



She charged the vampire, delivering a spinning kick to the demon’s head, knocking him off balance. He recovered and the two engaged in hand-to-hand combat, both blocking blows that would be deadly to mere mortals. Sensing an opening, the slayer blocked the vampire’s latest punch and delivered a kick to its back, sending the demon to its knees.


“You were thinking, what, a little helpless coed before bed?” she taunted the vampire as it struggled to its feet.



The vampire, enraged, charged Buffy, determined to kill the girl and drink her slayer-enhanced blood. She easily deflected the kick he attempted, recovering quickly to deliver a kick of her own, followed by a few punches to his stomach and face. Another kick from her sent the vampire tumbling over a trash can. Just as he regained his footing, she grabbed him by his shirt and threw him into a lamppost. She twirled around, her trusty stake posted at the ready.



“You know very well, you eat this late...” Buffy bent down and twirled, rising just in front of the vampire to shove the stake in his heart telling him, “You're gonna get heartburn.”



She stood up in front of him as the vampire clutched his chest.



“Get it? Heartburn?”



She watched at the vampire gave her a shocked look before crumpling at her feet in a ball of dust.



“That's it? That's all I get? One lame-ass vamp with no appreciation for my painstakingly thought-out puns. I don't think the forces of darkness are even trying. I mean, you could make a little effort here, you know? Give me something to work with…” she complained as she walked across campus back towards her dorm room.



~*~



“Watch your mouth, little girl. You should know better than to tempt the fates that way,” Spike’s eyes narrowed on her retreating form, his face twisting into an evil sneer as he continued, “'Cause the Big Bad is back, and this time, it's...”



The words left his mouth in a rush as bolts of electricity tore their way through his body. The only thing saving him from whatever it was that was trying to incapacitate him was the fact that he happened to be standing on a ledge. Instead of falling backwards, he tumbled forward over the edge, disengaging the electric pokers protruding from his back. He landed in a tangle of arms in legs, momentarily dazed from his fall and the electric shock that had seemed to numb him from head to toe.



Shaking off the pain radiating from his body, he struggled to his feet, attempting to put as much distance as possible between himself and his would-be captors. He lifted his duster over his head, covering his platinum hair, enabling him to slip – unnoticed – into the cover of darkness and disappear.



~*~



Feeling a little restless at the lack of a challenge the vampire on campus had provided, Buffy bypassed her dorm and decided to conduct a quick patrol through the cemeteries. She was so busy reflecting on the lack of response the vamp had displayed for her somewhat witty puns, she failed to sense the four vampires that were slowly stalked her.



Too late to prepare herself for their assault, Buffy tumbled with two of her attackers as they threw themselves at her – sending them all three of them to the ground in a tumble of flailing limbs. She reached for the stake she kept hidden in the waistband of her jeans, gripping it in her hands as she prepared to dust the vampires sprawled out beside her. To her chagrin, it was knocked aside by a third vampire who stood towering over the threesome.



“No need for that, slayer,” the overweight vampire taunted.



“Fine! We can do this the hard way,” she agreed, swinging her leg forward to kick the vampire that had landed in front of her in the head, then kicking backwards with the same leg to deliver a blow to the midsection of the vampire on the ground behind her.



Free of their grasp, she vaulted to her feet in a swift movement, taking up a defensive pose as the four vampires encircled her.



‘Uh oh. This doesn’t look good, Buffy,’ she told herself silently. Berating herself for her lack of awareness, she mentally prepared herself for the coming confrontation.



Then it happened. All four charged at the same time and Buffy could only defend as they rained blow upon blow on her frame, forcing her to the cold, damp ground. Refusing to give up, but sensing her inevitable defeat, she struggled against the vampire that had sat on her midsection as the other three held her limbs firmly against the ground. Crying out would do no good; who was there to help her?



As the vampire lowered his head for the kill, Buffy waited silently, praying for him to make a mistake…some small misstep that would allow her to rise quickly to her feet and fend them off. He was just inches away from her neck when a growl from behind him caused the vamp to freeze in place.



The next thing Buffy knew, three of the four vampires holding her in place – including the one sitting on top of her – were yanked off her body by a black blur. She didn’t waste any time determining who her savior happened to be. Her eyes honed in on the stake that had been kicked from her hands, and Buffy kicked the vampire that still held one of her legs pinned. A quick back flip and she retrieved her stake, poised in a crouch as the vampire she had shoved off of her charged.



His mistake, as moments later, he was up close and personal with Mr. Pointy – the dust as the vampire disintegrated, floating around her crouched body.



Not wasting time to gloat, Buffy turned to the scuffle being engaged several yards away from her. Vaulting to her feet, she rushed after the other three vampires – completely ignoring the cracked ribs and lacerations marring her arms and torso. Her savior suddenly seemed to be in need of saving.



She had grabbed one of the vampires, throwing him off of her would-be rescuer, when she stopped dead in her tracks and starred.



Spike?



So flummoxed by the evil master vampire actually coming to her aid and trying to save her – the slayer – she just stood there and watched as he pulverized the two vampires he was fighting…completely oblivious to the third she had thrown off of him.



But, Spike hadn’t forgotten...managed to get out a, “Slayer, look out!” before he was sucked back into the battle with the other two once more. He wasn’t at his peak, the fall from the ledge had cracked a few ribs, and he was sure that his shoulder was dislocated. Hence, the fighting with one hand. What had possessed him to help the slayer, he didn’t know… But, when he had seen her pinned to the ground, helpless against their attack, something inside him had snapped. He didn’t think, just reacted – using the force of his body as he threw himself at them to knock the majority of her captors off of her prone form.



Buffy turned at the sound of Spike’s warning and brought up her stake, planting it in the vamp’s heart just as he reached her. The sound of exploding dust sounded around her and she glanced around to see Spike fall to the ground from a nasty blow delivered by one of the vampires he was fighting.



Shaking her head for even bothering to care, she engaged the two remaining vampires as Spike lay “winded” on the ground – some moral code of ethics preventing her from seeing him dusted quite yet. After all, he had saved her. Why…well, she’d find out once she was finished with the two remaining vampires.



After a series of moves: several kicks to their heads and chests, several blocked punches by her, several punches landing by her in retaliation…and she set them up for their dusting. Spinning low, she caught the one unaware, driving Mr. Pointy into his unbeating heart before he had a chance to block the strike.



The other, seeing himself suddenly alone and outnumbered, tried to turn and flee. Spike prevented him from getting far, tripping the vampire with his outstretched leg, allowing Buffy to swoop in and stake him from behind.



Buffy twirled around at the sudden noise behind her. Spike was rising slowly to his feet, cradling one arm that seemed to be hanging limply at his side.



“Spike!” Buffy growled, her eyes narrowing intently on the peroxide-haired vampire.



“Slayer.”



“What are you doing here? I thought I told you never to come back!”



“You should bloody well be grateful I did come back,” he growled at her before commenting sarcastically to himself, “And, what the bloody hell am I saying?”



His amber gaze narrowed on her petite frame as if trying to ascertain the reason for his sudden goodwill. He was evil, dammit! Evil vampires did not go around helping people, and slayers, at that!



Neither had time to dwell on the reasons for Spike’s sudden goodwill, because half a dozen men in camouflage green clothing – their faces covered by forest green ski masks – suddenly surrounded the pair.



Unconsciously, the two mortal enemies turned so that their backs were to each other as they greeted this latest threat.



“There’s too many of them,” Buffy whispered just loud enough for Spike to hear.



“Right then…we clear us a path and make for the trees.”



“Ok…on three,” she whispered.



“One.”



“Two.”



“Three,” the two yelled simultaneously, as they both turned to run towards the weakest link in the circle.



Buffy plowed through the short soldier, making a hole for the two to slip through. A few steps later, and she had hit her stride; branches tore into her face and arms as she flew through the forest. She didn’t turn around to see if Spike was behind her, the little tinglies along the back of her neck assured her he wasn’t too far back.



Suddenly, gunfire erupted around her, causing her to crouch as she ran. Vampires were immune to bullets. Slayers, unfortunately, were not.



~*~



She had to hand it to Spike… he’d never uttered a sound. They’d run for what seemed like hours before finally backtracking to the cemetery and the crypt the two were currently holed up in. Once he’d been assured of their relative safety, he’d collapsed on his stomach on top of a sarcophagus, the back of his duster riddled with bullet holes.



Buffy stared in shock at the vampire passed out before her. She couldn’t believe it. Spike had done it again. He’d managed to run and shield her body from the bullets that had gone whizzing past them. Whatever had possessed him to do such a thing? Feeling somewhat guilty at the abuse he had managed to take in order to protect her, she set about seeing if she could do something to help him.



Carefully removing the shredded duster from his still frame, she eyed the red button-down shirt that had so many holes in it, the thing looked moth-eaten. She ripped the shredded material down the middle of his back, exposing an equally tattered black t-shirt beneath. It too met the same fate, and Buffy stood gaping at the bullet holes covering his bare back.



She gently eased his boots from his feet, careful not to jar him – trying to make the vampire more comfortable as his body attempted to repair itself; she was grateful when a switchblade slipped from his boot and fell to the ground. At least she would have something to use to pry the numerous slugs from his back. She was quite sure the vampire didn’t want his skin to heal over the pieces of lead imbedded in his back.



His back was dripping blood, causing Buffy to have to use the shredded t-shirt as a towel. She wondered vaguely how much blood a vampire could lose and not have the results turn deadly. It was something she had never encountered before. Usually, it was see vampire…dust vampire – end of story. She found herself silently praying that it wouldn’t matter how much he managed to lose.



He didn’t deserve to die like this. They were warriors, the two of them. She’d always know that if it were her turn to die, Spike would probably be the one to do it…he’d seemed the only one capable, thus far. And, secretly, she bet that Spike felt the same way. It was if the two were somehow connected…waiting for that final dance.



Leaning over his bare back, she began the arduous task of removing the bullets from his back. She winced as she pulled each slug from his cool, alabaster skin, now made red from the copious amounts of blood spilling from the holes on his back. She needed to hurry and get all the bullets out, so she could use her hands to help stem the flow of blood as it seeped out of his open wounds.



When the last bullet sprang free from his body, Buffy dropped the knife and reached for the discarded t-shirt, trying to cover the multiple openings as best she could. She was worried; not once had Spike flinched since she’d begun her ministrations.



‘Why he’s out, I may as well reset his dislocated arm,’ she reasoned.



Gripping his arm in one hand and his shoulder in the other, Buffy gave it a quick jerk, pleased when she heard the large pop reverberate through the silent crypt. Carefully, she lowered his arm, allowing it to rest against his side. Again, Spike had not uttered a sound. She was really starting to get worried. He needed blood, and now.



Ignoring the voice in her head that told her she was a fool for even considering it, Buffy reached down and retrieved the discarded knife before climbing up on the sarcophagus and stretching out beside his prone body. She was just returning the favor; it didn’t mean anything. A life for a life – simple as that. She could worry about killing him the next time their paths crossed.



Tilting him up so that he lay on his side, she slit her wrist and rubbed the open wound back and forth across his lips.



At first he just lay there, oblivious to the life-giving sustenance being offered him. Then ever so slowly, it seemed his demon became aware of the blood – the slayer blood – tempting his senses. His mouth opened and he unconsciously swallowed the sweet ambrosia trickling into his mouth…still too weak to shift his features and plunge his fangs into her wrist.



Buffy dropped the knife she had been holding as his lips curved around the opening she had made, his tongue laved sensuously at her wrist as he sucked eagerly at the cut…the action producing an insistent throbbing deep in her core. Her eyes widened in shock at the sensation.



This was why she had stayed away from him, her pseudo-disgust apparent every time their paths had crossed. She just knew that she’d enjoy his touch too much…would become helpless if he were to ever sink his fangs into her flesh.



Whereas Angel had been brutal, crushing her in his zeal to drain her as he restored his health, Spike was gentle. Even unconscious as he still was, he made the process of drinking from her an erotic experience. Each pull of her blood into his mouth stroked her that much higher, her eyes fluttered shut as she became caught up in the spell he was weaving on her body by his simple touch.



Ignoring the protesting voice in her head that told her she was lying, completely vulnerable, next to Spike – evil, soulless, deadly Spike – she clamored closer to his cool body. Locked in the seductive pull he was eliciting on her senses, she stretched out along his length, her head tipped back in a silent moan as the pulls on her wrist became stronger, more insistent, as her life-sustaining blood filled his veins.



Spike slowly became conscious of the warm, rich blood sliding down his throat, filling his body. But, this blood was different. Better. Powerful. Slayer blood. Slayer blood?? His eyes opened and he gazed with amber eyes at the slayer who was lying next to him, her slashed wrist held against his open mouth.



She was a sight to behold with her head thrown back in obvious enjoyment, her lips parted as if trying to voice her pleasure, but found herself unable. She was spectacular. A vision of need and want just waiting for more. And, he was just the vamp to give it to her.



He stopped sucking on her wrist for a moment to run his tongue back and forth along the jagged cut she had made on her wrist. He was rewarded when her head fell back further, exposing more of her long, slender neck to his gaze. He watched, enraptured, as her blood pumped hurriedly through her veins, the echoing sound reverberating in his ears. His eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in desire as he felt her body shift even closer to him.



The pulse beat in her neck was calling like a siren’s song, and Spike gently laved her self-inflicted wound closed so he could move on to a much better bounty. Not that he planned to kill her, far from it. Not now anyway…which was a far cry from what he had wanted to do when he had first rolled into town.



Dru was right. The slayer was all around him. And, who was he to contradict his Sire’s visions?



His hand came up to close over the wrist that she held to his mouth. She didn’t seem to notice, so caught up in the moment was she. What little amount of slayer’s blood he now had coursing through his veins had gone a long ways towards healing the holes on his back. So much so, that when he pulled her close before rolling to his back – Buffy coming to lie on top of him – he didn’t even flinch at the pain...much.



It did get her attention; however, and Spike began to nuzzle her neck – his blunt teeth nipping lightly at her exposed neck causing goose bumps to break out along her arms. The body that had started to go rigid in his arms, melted once more as she lay nestled on top of him.



“Spike,” she whispered huskily, “What are you doing to me?”



Spike tried to respond…really he did. But her petite body had started rubbing up and down along the erection straining against the confinement of his jeans, and he could only groan and manage to get a hoarse “Slayer” to slip past his parted lips.



His demon was eager for more of her blood, teased by the accelerated pounding caused from her excitement…and let’s face it, her desire. Even now, Spike was practically drooling at the scent of her arousal…each downward thrust as she rocked against him, released another wave of the delicious perfume that was distinctly slayer, tempting his palate beyond belief.



He couldn’t prevent his human mask from fading, was surprised he’d managed to hold on to his control this long. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined her…the slayer…to be yielding to him like this. And, not just yielding. Matching, demanding even, with her body for him to bite her. It was too much for his demon to take.



Back and forth his fangs trailed over the virgin side of her neck, glorying in the slight keening sounds erupting from her parted lips. Her soft cries urged him on as her body continued to writhe against his in a mass of unfulfilled desire.



“Please, Spike,” she begged, her pride tossed to the wind as her body responded to his touch.



Never one to refuse a lady, he allowed his fangs to finally pierce her flesh, pulling her body even tighter against his as her blood filled his mouth.



“Oh God…yessssss…” she hissed.



Even the slight sting of his fangs as they penetrated her flesh wasn’t enough to pull her from her pleasure-induced haze. In fact, the slight pain just seemed to enhance it. The sharp pulls against her neck triggered an answering ache in her clitoris and she ground herself against his pelvis to help relieve the insistent throbbing.



Spike didn’t know what was better, the taste of her blood as it glided down his throat or the radiating heat of her core as it ground against his cock.



Needing to feel her more intimately against him, he rolled them until he was nestled between her legs. Sensing how close she was to her orgasm, Spike circled his hips, grinding himself hard into her clit. Her arms lifted to wrap around his neck, pulling him even closer – if it were possible – as her legs locked around his hips, leaving no space between their two bodies.



The feel of her dainty hands as they tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck before hauling him even closer, drove him mad. When her legs locked around his hips, Dru’s taunting words of the slayer being all around him flitted through his brain before his lust overtook him.



With his mouth firmly locked on her neck, he continued to sip from her neck as he persisted with his frenzied grinding, the dual sensations driving her closer to her release.



Suddenly it was too much. Like a burst of blinding light, her orgasm ripped through her small frame causing tremors to wrack her body.



“Oh…Spike!”



Spike’s eyes widened as he felt her release cause her body to quiver beneath him. Then, he closed his eyes and groaned deep in his chest as he felt the sudden rush of her blood flood his mouth, and he couldn’t believe it when his own body shuddered with his own orgasm.



Releasing her neck, his head flew back revealing the corded muscles on either side of his neck.



“God…slayer!” he shouted before collapsing on top of her.



Not wanting to burden her with his weight, Spike rolled to his back bringing the dazed slayer with him to sprawl on his bare chest. Lifting his head from the sarcophagus, he licked the trail of blood seeping from the twin marks on her neck before using his tongue to close the wounds.



“Mmmm…slayer… mine,” he whispered as he continued to nuzzle her neck.



Too addled to realize what she was doing, Buffy murmured a distracted “Mmmmhmmmm” against his chest just before sleep overtook her.



Spike didn’t realize the significance of her agreement, just held her tight as he drifted off to sleep, allowing her slayer’s blood to finish the healing process to his body.
 

The end

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