Set during “Helpless” in season 3. Buffy has no powers. She is about to go up against a vampire sent to destroy her. No mention of Angel. B/S, NC-17.
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A/N: I heard the first line somewhere, then Googled it and came up with so many different things that I couldn’t credit them all. So I own the story after the first line.
A/N 2: I wanted to write a poem. Sadly, my poetry muse had a little too much fun last weekend and couldn’t join me. She and my study muse were sleeping it off while I had tea and scones with my story muse and worked on this. Enjoy!
This is the way the world ends.
The Slayer clings to her Watcher, watching through the windows as the vampire circles the house. His bleached blond hair is startling against the backdrop of the night, his duster providing protection he doesn’t need from the wind.
“Please, Giles,” Buffy begs, her arms tightening around his shoulders. “Please.” Her face is buried in his neck.
“You must,” he replies.
The vampire steps up to the window in front of them, knocking but not able to break the glass, having not been invited to move past the invisible barrier.
“Giles!” she exclaims, faced with her fear. Powerless. She is powerless.
The Council has taken her strength, her aim, her speed. Against anyone, especially a vampire, she could not expect to have any chance at all.
“Please,” Buffy whispers again, curling up further on the lap of her would-be father. He comforts her as one would comfort a daughter, stroking her hair and gently insisting that she follow through on her task.
“I cannot help you,” he tells her.
The vampire has moved on; he tries to open the back door but fails, much as he did with the window.
“Come out and fight, Slayer,” he taunts. “You afraid of one vampire?”
“I’m not afraid!” she exclaims, but her voice trembles.
Spike addresses the Watcher. “She’s mine, when you force her out.”
“You can’t keep her,” Giles says calmly. “She wouldn’t allow it.”
“I can do anything I like,” he smirks, causing Buffy to shudder.
The Slayer considers her options while the other two observe her. She could wait it out, hiding like a coward with her Watcher, probably forever damaging her reputation if the Vampire were to share the story of this night.
Or she could face him, in a fight, without her powers. Spike had seen her fight many times before; he must know her biggest weaknesses aside from her lack of supernatural power. This option would perhaps not be the wisest.
Glancing at her Watcher, she knows she has imagined she has any choice in the matter.
Buffy stands up, moving closer to the kitchen window while the vampire curiously watches her approach. “I’m not afraid of you,” she tells him bravely, but he is not fooled. Her eyes go wide as he only smirks at her.
Shoulders back, stake in hand, the Slayer bids her Watcher goodbye. Opening the front door, she is gone.
“Knew you couldn’t stay away,” Spike taunts her, slowly circling his prey.
“You’re just irresistible,” she replies, eyes following his movements in the dim light.
“Bit of a problem you got there, pet.”
She contemplates this. What kind of problem? Sure, she can’t see as well in the dark as he can, but-
“Can’t fight without your powers, gotta fight to get your powers back. Let’s hope you’ve more to you than your Council seems to think.”
“The Council? What?”
“Those Watchers sent me here to kill you, love. Must say, glad they’re not on my side. Don’t know what they’ll pull next.”
“You’re kidding,” she says incredulously.
“No joke, pet. Now let’s get on with the killing.”
“You’re working for the Watchers’ Council!” Buffy exclaims, trying to distract him and succeeding. She knows that her powers were taken from her for some kind of test, but Spike? Working for the Council? Following an order? Bizarre.
“I’m bloody well not,” Spike tells her, ceasing his predator-like movements. “Came here to bag me another Slayer,” he says angrily. “Bathe in her blood, dance on her grave, etcetera, etcetera, so on and so forth.”
“So it’s kill or be killed?” She shudders. There’s no way she’s going to come out of this alive, unless…
“Do you want them to win?” she asks him.
“I’m going to win, Slayer. Your pathetic Council are going to find themselves short one little blonde Slayer unless you defy all odds and stake me. Now, I don’t like to kill a lady when she’s down, but what the hell, you’re not much of a lady, are you?” He advances on her until her back hits a tree. Leaning in, he lowers his face to her shoulder and inhales the fear coming off her in waves. It was so thick he was sure that, should he have needed to breathe, he’d drown.
“Come now,” he says, withdrawing to a more comfortable distance. “Your Watcher’s watching. Shall we take this somewhere more private?”
The fear turned to anger, almost as delicious, as she swung her leg in a fair imitation of a kick she’d done many times before. Rather than catching him across the face, though, her foot reached chest height and didn’t topple him like it should have.
“Eeep!” she exclaims, taking off, as he growls and lunges for her.
He catches up soon enough, the Slayer panting so hard she’s dizzy. Picking her up despite her protests, he carries her away.
~~
Giles reclined on the sofa in the Summers’ house, slowly drinking amber liquid from a small glass. He had left his Slayer in a rather difficult situation, to be sure, but he was unsure what benefit she would have if he observed the fight.
Determined to wait a full ten minutes before peeking out the front window, he settled back and closed his eyes.
Chapter Two
A/N: The tenses in the first chapter switched oddly, and I was bored of writing like that, so this conclusion should be much easier to read. :) And this probably goes without saying, due to my lack of warnings in the first chapter, but it's a lot less dark and a lot fluffier than it should be. I was really just aiming for a light piece when I wrote it. As always, please review!
Giles had given in and peeked out the window, and he hadn't liked what he'd seen. He had, of course, immediately walked around the inside of the house in an attempt to locate his Slayer, but she wasn't in sight. Even less encouraging was how the vampire seemed to be gone as well.
Of course, he couldn't leave in case she returned. It was already late, and with no one else in the house he made himself comfortable on the sofa.
~~
Buffy scampered away when Spike dropped her on his bed, running for the door, but he was too quick. He returned her to her previous position, tying her hands to the headboard with a silky scarf. While she could have escaped if she had her powers, she was now helpless. She, the Slayer, was being held captive by a vampire.
Spike straddled her, immobilising her legs, and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "We can do this the easy way," he said, stroking her cheek, "or the hard way. Your choice."
She thought about this. The hard way no doubt involved her struggling and him having to hurt her. The easy way, on the other hand, might allow her to submit and then proceed to ignore him.
"Neither way?" she suggested, but quickly changed her mind after seeing his look. "The easy way."
"Okay. Now we're getting somewhere. Say, 'oh, Spike, I'm helpless to resist your manly charms,'" he told her.
"Oh, Spike!" she began, mocking him. "I'm so helpless! Please, bite me!"
He slapped her hard across her cheek, leaving a mark that was sure to bruise. "Don't make fun of me. Just do as I say. Of course, if you prefer, I could just take you now."
"I'll be good," Buffy said in a small voice. She remembered now who she was with. Spike, the Slayer of Slayers. Perhaps she would be his third? Hopefully not if she played nice. "Oh, Spike, I'm helpless to resist your manly charms," she told him brightly, keeping the fear from her voice.
"That's better. Now lay still." He held eye contact with her as he moved down, pulling up her skirt and then ripping off her panties. Shoving them in his pocket, Spike leaned in, separated her folds and licked her clit, sucking it harder as her moans increased.
Buffy began to wriggle once more, this time in pleasure. He let her come, pumping two fingers into her passage as she came down. She was ready for him so he changed positions, her legs around his waist now while he freed her hands so they could grab onto his shoulders.
He rolled them over so she was on top, holding her hips to increase their pace. She leaned her hands on his chest for leverage, rising up and down on his cock. Incoherent moans escaped her lips as he pulled her down to suck a nipple into his mouth.
"Slayer," Spike groaned as she squeezed him tighter.
"Spiiiiiiiiiike," Buffy screamed as she came, and he followed quickly, sucking on her neck rather than biting. She didn't have her Slayer powers anymore; she'd probably taste as boring as anyone else, so why bother biting her if he wasn't hungry? He wouldn't even be able to brag about getting a taste of the Slayer because she was only a regular person now.
"Wasn't the easy way better?" he asked, pushing her off so they lay beside each other. He swore he'd come back for her when the drugs wore off, to take her away for another night in order to further explore their relationship.
"Yeah," she agreed, sighing contentedly and snuggling in to sleep as his arms wrapped around her. He felt safe, which he'd almost proved himself to be.
~~
Almost an hour later Spike returned Buffy's well-satisfied body to her house where her Watcher was waiting. "Oi, Watcher!" he called, knocking on the front door. "She's back!"
Leaving the Slayer on her front porch, the vampire returned to his lair in order to escape the approaching sunrise.
~~
Giles observed the purple marks on his sleeping Slayer's neck and shoulders. "What did he do to you?" he asked out load, almost begging his young charge to be okay.
End.
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