No Place like Home: On the Road Again
by Ghost Writer
“And in related news the bodies of more than seventy-five people have been found in the basement of The By-Way Motel located just south of Eureka California. Firemen responding to a fire in the motel’s basement discovered the bodies and fresh remains around six thirty last night. Authorities are speculating on the possibility of satanic rites…”
Sarah rolled her eyes as the radio announcer went on. She turned the radio to a music station and walked back to the picnic table where the boys sat and picked up her sandwich again. They had driven all through the night and well into the next day before stopping for lunch about two hundred miles from their destination.
“Find some candles and it’s automatically Devil Worship. Cops are the same no matter what dimension they’re in. Now, where was I?”
“Ghosts,” Spike supplied and she nodded.
“Right. These two had been trapped there for like twenty years or so and watched this Aran’k thing pick off their friends and apparently I’m the only one they’ve been able to contact in all that time. I had to do something.”
“So you burn the place down?” Angel asked.
“Didn’t mean to,” she muttered.
“What I don’t get,” Spike said. “Is why I didn’t know you were in trouble?”
“I’m afraid that’s my fault, really.”
Angel and Spike whipped around to face the newcomer who was leaned up against Sarah’s car.
“Hey, Wes,” she greeted.
“Hello Sarah.”
“Didn’t you die?” Connor asked.
Wesley nodded and continued.
“I don’t have much time at the moment so you must listen carefully. Killing the Aran’k was something that Sarah had to do alone; therefore I preformed a spell to keep she and Spike from sensing one another. It should wear off in a few hours. Until then, I suggest that you look in the trunk.”
He patted Sarah’s car.
“There are several things of great importance someone has seen fit to give you.”
Then he was gone.
“Cryptic messages from higher powers,” Sarah groused. “Gotta love ‘em.”
She walked over to her car and popped the trunk. A wolf, ram, and hart stared back at her from the covers of three large books.

“Well, this is interesting,” Angel announced.
“What is?” Sarah asked and jumped off the swing she’d been on for the past hour. Angel and Spike, being the only ones to understand (barely) the demon language the books were written in, had been pouring though them since she’d discovered them in her trunk. After getting over the shock of seeing Wesley, that is.
“Far as we can tell,” Spike supplied. “It ways somethin’ about the ‘five of the Order’ and someone called the ‘Forgotten One’.”
“The Forgotten what?” Connor asked. “And why were they forgotten?”
“Doesn’t say.”
Angel checked his watch.
“We’ll study some more when we get settled. Right now we need to get moving again.”
“You ready pet?” Spike asked the Slayer.
“Actually,” Sarah said. “I’m gonna ride with Ritchie for a little bit.”
Spike frowned and Sarah, sensing a rant coming on, pouted at him then cuddled up to the vamp.
“It’s just ‘til we stop to get gas. I’m gonna interrogate him about a few things. Okay?”
She batted her lashes at her Mate. He pouted for a few moments before giving her a grudging, “Fine.”
She gave him a quick kiss and hopped into the passenger seat of the Viper as Connor opened the door.
“Hey!”
“Thanks,” she said. “You’re riding with Will for a bit.”
She nodded back at the sulking vampire who was lighting a cigarette.
“No smoking in my car!” she called back to him.
He gave her an incredulous look then took a deep drag and ground the cig out beneath his boot, muttering something she couldn’t hear under his breath before calling out, “You comin’ Jr. or are you gonna walk to Montana?”
“Have fun,” Sarah told the young man, then shut the door.


Once they were on their way Sarah turned to Angel.
“I’ve got a question.”
“What’s that?”
“Whistler told us to split up, right?”
“Yeah,” he answered cautiously.
“Then why did you and Connor come looking for me and Spike?”
The vampire was silent for a moment then sighed. She’d never realized how much he actually did that.
“Because Whistler told me to.”
She blinked at him.
“Huh?”
“After the fight I checked into a motel and made some calls to get my things in order; money and…funerals, for Wes, Gunn and Illyria and Whistler shows up at my door. I’ve never seen anyone look as scared as he did then and that’s saying a lot. He basically said that we needed to stick together because the Sr. Partners would be looking for us and to keep our survival and you especially a secret for as long a possible. He gave me your cell phone number and left then Connor called my cell and said that no one remembered him…”
Sarah thought for a moment.
“Why me especially?”
Angel shrugged.
“He didn’t say.”
They drove in silence for several minutes until the slayer once again broke the silence.
“I somehow get the feeling that this is gonna be a long year.”
Angel chuckled humorlessly.
“You have no idea.”


“What’s up with you and Sarah?” Connor asked Spike.
“What d’you mean?”
“Well, dad keeps calling you two Mates. What’s that mean?”
“First thing you gotta know is that there’s a difference between regular Mates and Blood Mates which is what me and Sarah are. Blood Mates are basically the vampire version of Soul Mates. We can sense when the other is in danger, feel like we’ve known each other for centuries even if we’ve just met…don’t normally feel right without the other close by unless it’s agreed upon but with that spell Percy did…” he trailed off and Connor nodded in understanding.
“After Blood Mates, or two who’ve decided to become Mates, meet there’s usually a fight to suss out who’s strongest or the dominant one. Once that’s found out the Dominant one puts a Claim on the other. Sorta like an engagement, shows other vamps and demons that this one’s off limits and binds the two Claimants closer.”
“How do you Claim someone?”
“It’s basically a ritual. Sex and biting and bloodletting. There’s words too but I doubt you’d understand it. After one’s been claimed there’s the Ritual of Mating. It’s pretty much the same as the Claiming what with the sex and the blood only it’s a tad more violent.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because the demon’s in charge and the human part has no say ‘til it’s over.”
He was silent for a moment before adding, “Blood Mates have been known to kill each other before the Ritual’s completed.”
“But Sarah’s a slayer,” Connor pointed out. “She doesn’t have a demon.”
“I know.”
“Then how is she your Blood Mate?”
Spike shrugged.
“I wish I knew.”


Sarah stared out the passenger window, wishing for the millionth time that she’d thought to grab one of her books. In several innocent attempts to keep herself entertained Sarah had only succeeded in driving the dark haired vampire beside her completely out of his mind. During the last attempt she’d fiddled with the radio until Angel had growled in annoyance and turned it off. She suddenly perked up and pointed out the window.
“Gas station,” she announced.
“Thank God,” Angel muttered.
Sarah frowned at him but could summon a little sympathy; after all, her mother had always said that she redefined ADD. She bolted the second the car came to a stop, stretching her aching legs and taking a much needed bathroom break. She was washing her hands when whatever Wesley had done stopped working. A pain like none she’d ever felt radiated throughout her body and her knees buckled, a scream tearing from her throat.
Outside Spike had to grab the car to keep from falling, letting out his own pained cry. It shouldn’t be this intense; they hadn’t Claimed each other yet, unless…his hand flew to the almost-healed bite on his shoulder and brought back blood-stained fingers.
“Bloody hell!”
Spike regained his feet and rushed inside the gas station. Shoving aside the attendant hesitantly knocking on the bathroom door, Spike called to his Mate.
“Sarah, pet, it’s me.”
The door flew open then she was in his arms.
“God, Spike. It hurts.”
“Is she okay?” the young attendant asked.
“We’ll be fine,” the vampire said then carried the Slayer outside. She’d Claimed him, how he didn’t know. She was human, her bite shouldn’t have effected a Claim, and especially without her meaning too. Spike could only hope that it was weak enough for his own to override it.
Not stopping until they were out of sight in a grove of trees he pushed her back against a trunk and fastened his mouth over hers, working his tongue inside. Sarah blinked in surprise before closing her eyes and leaning into him, her fingers tightening in the soft leather of his duster. The pain faded, pleasure taking its place as Spike’s hands slid down her sides, his fingers swiftly undoing the fastenings of her jeans before pushing them down her legs. She toed off one of her tennis shoes and kicked her leg free of the denim, listening to him growl softly when he found her bare beneath the cloth, the sound sending streaks of feeling through her straight to her aching center.
“Spike…”
Sarah reached for his belt but was stopped by a harsh growl. It was different from the others, more demanding in a way she couldn’t fathom. She met his intense gaze briefly then lowered her eyes and pressed her palms against the tree behind her, submitting. She heard the sound of a zipper then felt his hands on her hips as he lifted her against the tree and reclaimed her mouth. Bracing her hands on his shoulders she obligingly wrapped her legs around his waist then let out a soft cry as he suddenly impaled her on his thick cock.
She clung to him, her nails digging into his leather-covered arms, cries and moans escaping her throat as he thrust inside her, hard and fast, hitting that spot she’d never been able to find by herself. Soon the gradual tightening of her thighs, the increased rate of her breaths, signaled to him that she was close. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back and Spike moved his mouth to her throat as his face shifted, lightly scraping his fangs over the soft flesh. Sarah whimpered, bringing a hand up to cup the back of his head, urging him to continue creating the amazing sensations zinging through her body as the other clutched the tree behind her.
Her eyes flew open and she screamed his name, a violent orgasm ripping through her as his fangs punctured her throat and he took several swallows of her blood, then again as another orgasm followed on the heels of the first. Spike couldn’t resist a self-satisfied smirk. He’d known she’d enjoyed herself before, by sight and by scent if not by sound; he knew he’d make her scream eventually.
“Mine,” he growled in her ear and she shivered then nodded, breathless. “My Slayer, my Sarah. Say it, you’re mine.”
“Yours,” she whispered. “Always yours.”
Only after her breathy admission did Spike release his control enough to spill himself inside her, a roar tearing from his throat and he slumped against her, just barely keeping them upright. Once his brain had regained some semblance of coherent thought he looked down at his trembling Slayer, her head resting against the tree. She was crying.
/hurt the girl/
The thought flashed unbidden through his mind but he quickly pushed it aside. Women cried during sex for lots of reasons.
“You okay pet?”
“Oh yeah,” came her soft reply. “Sensory overload. Just give me a minute (pause) or ten.”
He chuckled and settled his weight against her again, listening as her heartbeat retuned to normal. Suddenly Angel’s voice cut through the darkness.
“If you two are ready, I’d like to sleep in my own bed tonight.”
“Yeah, we’re coming!” Spike bellowed then nuzzled his Mate’s neck, running his tongue over the bite before grumbling, “Always did know how to ruin a moment.”
Sarah grinned then winced slightly as he pulled out of her. Her body hadn’t been quite as ready as the rest of her and it was letting her know it.
“Did I hurt you?” Spike asked, concern written plainly on his face.
“In a good way,” she assured him and he smirked at her before moving back to adjust his clothes. The Slayer let out a surprised ‘eep’ as her legs refused to support her and she began sliding toward the ground. Her Mate caught her in his strong arms and raised her to a standing position again.
“Really did a number on you, didn’t it?”
“What’d you do to me?”
Her question was full of curiosity but free of accusation.
“I Claimed you,” the vampire said as he righted her clothing then lowered her to the ground as he tucked himself away.
“What’s that?”
“The way I explained it to Jr. is it’s like an engagement of sorts.”
He waited for another ‘why’ but all she said was, “Oh.”
“Think you can walk yet luv?”
“We’ll see.”
Sarah held her hands out for help up but he ignored them and swept her up into his arms a la ‘Gone with the Wind.’
“I haven’t been carried this much since I was a little kid,” she informed him. “I’m not too heavy, am I?”
Contrary to popular belief Spike wasn’t a complete idiot when it came to women.
“Light as a feather,” he assured her and she snorted in disbelief. “Besides, I’m a vampire. You could weigh seven hundred pounds and I could still do this.”
“Okay,” she said sleepily, laying her head on his shoulder. “Looks like we did a number on the tree too.”
He looked at the spot she pointed to and the hand print burned into the bark of the tree, then quirked an eyebrow at her. She smiled sheepishly and shrugged before he carried her back to the cars; an unseen pair of eyes following the pair, narrowing in anger.
(dun, dun, dun…*grin*)


Angel leaned against his car and checked his watch again, ignoring Connor as he rolled his eyes.
“Sp…Will! Brande!” he called into the trees.
An older couple entering the gas station gave him a strange look.
“Newly weds,” he explained.
The couple shared a knowing look before clasping hands and entering the station as Spike exited the trees, Sarah cradled in his arms. The younger vampire smirked at his Grandsire and Sarah could tell from the look on Angel’s face that he knew exactly what they had been doing; she was too tired to do much more than blush and bury her face in Spike’s shoulder. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and placed her in the front seat of her car before turning to Angel.
“Thought you wanted to get going?”
He could almost hear the other vamp counting to ten.
“Your papers are in the glove box,” he told the blonde. “And a couple of rings.”
“Rings?”
“Yeah, rings. Married people usually wear them…”
“Married…”
A sappy smile curved Spikes lips and Angel rolled his eyes.
“Get in the car William. You’ll have your blushing bride in your own bed by morning.”








Author’s Note: It finally gets a plot, yay! Also, my sister thinks that I can’t write NC17…I tend to agree with her so please be kind with your reviews.










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