You Get Off On It!: You Get Off On It!
by Acila
A fun little fic I decided to write in the spur of a moment on the quote Buffy used sometime season five or six "You Get Off On It!" you know the one....
Anyway, this conversation can be a little of a what the show didn't show...I allways imagined this confrontation in my head anyway...
So here you go.
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“You get off on it Spike!” Buffy protested in disgust at the blond vampire. Turning on her heal quickly in order to make her exit. Spike on the other hand had other ideas, and reached for her upper arm, pulling her back to look at him.
“Luv, you need to understand somthin’ bout’ us undead...”
“I don’t need to understand anything, and frankly Spike -” She spat his name out in disgust “I don’t want to. Ever.” With that she stomped her way up her porch steps and forced her key into the door.
Spike was right next to her, one hand on the door frame his head casually leaning on it, in it’s usual cocked to the side posture.
“You’re not even givin’ me a chance to explain pet” Spike tsked her, a bit put out.
“Don’t expect to get one either!” Buffy slammed open her door, and slammed it shut in his face. The blond vampire contemplated just opening the door and following her in, but had a better idea.
“Yeah, well your beloved Angel got off on it to ya know!” He yelled at the closed door and muttered a heart felt ‘Bitch’ under his breath. A few moments later the door opened slowly and Buffy stepped out, arms crossed over her chest, putting most of her weight on one hip, lips pursed tightly.
“Fine,” She took a glance at her watch “You have two minutes Spike, Two”
“All I need luv” Spike perched himself up on the porch railing, and took out a smoke, lighting it, and took a long drag before starting his ‘explanation’.
“You see pet, it’s like this, vampires thrive on blood, and when your turned you really don’t think about the right and wrong of killing, it’s natural instinct to hurt and kill and cause pain...” Spike paused in his thought “think lion to the elk or deer or whatever it’s called, only take that basic instinct and put it in a human”
Buffy just raised her eyebrows at Spike, in her fashioned ‘get to the point’ face.
“With increased intelligence of the human species the whole, cause pain fear and hurt kicks in, instead of it being just a catch, kill, feed instinct. Sooo naturally, vampires get off on the kill...it’s ingrained in our systems luv, like whips and chains is to some of you humans...whats the acronym, BDSM ya’”
Buffy took a look at her watch again.
“Wow Spike, you actually stopped talking with ten seconds to spare, I’m surprised, but not convinced, and it’s still very ew”
“Your a souled human gurl, you wouldn’t get it, even if ya’ tried” Spike scoffed at her, taking another long drag.
“I’m a slayer!” Buffy protested again “Superpower strength qualifies for more then human!”
“Less, luv’, it’s less then human. And havin’ slayer powers doesn’t make you any less human then being a vampire makes me” Spike shot back.
“Your not human, your a soulless demon!” Buffy spat back in his face.
“That's were your wrong luv, we’re human, just without a soul, and a little bit less alive, and sure we have the ‘grrr’ face as Red likes to put it, but like I said, doesn’t make me any less human, then being the slayer makes you”
“Spike, Shut Up” Buffy argued again, turning to make her way back into her house.
“Go call you’re ex demon lover then slayer, ask him bout’ what I jus’ told you bout’. See if I’m not right.”
Buffy didn’t look back as she slammed the door in Spikes face for the second time that night.
“You act like fighting n’ killin’ doesn’t get you hot n’ bothered for a good shag” Spike muttered under his breath as he made his way off the Summer’s porch.
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“ANGEL!” Cordelia yelled, not waiting for his boss to answer her “Buffy’s on the phone, pick it up”
“I got it Delia” Angel yelled back “hello Buffy”
“Hi Angel, I really don’t have time to talk, but I’v got a question for you”
“Ok”
“It’s kinda about vampire, er, um, social lives, I was wondering if you could give me a insight on something I’v been wondering for awhile...”
Angel furrowed his brow a bit, curious as to what Buffy wanted to ask.
“What do you need to know?”
“Do you well, do you get off on fighting and killing the baddies?”
LOOOOOOOONG pause on Angel’s side.
“Well that’s a complicated question, but Buffy why do you want to know, does this have any relation to your reaction to slaying?” Angel asked slowly.
“My, my reaction, no...I don’t have a reaction” Angel rolled his eyes at that statement “I was just curious, ya know”
“I really don’t think we should be having this conversation Buffy” Angel replied again carefully.
“Why not!” Buffy Protested.
“Because I don’t think your ready to hear the real answer to that question” Angel said again a bit more defensively.
Buffy just yelled ‘Oh My God, you do’ into the phone and slammed the phone down.
Angel just shook his head and placed his phone back on it’s receiver.
Somewhere in Sunnydale, a blond vampire was laughing his ass off.
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~Fin
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