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Post by Buffy Summers on Feb 18, 2009 13:28:03 GMT -5
Zombies for whatever reason conveniently forgotten, Spike and Buffy had fallen back on old habits; rooting about in dark places for things to kill. It was something they shared, and an easy neutral ground for their tenuous relationship. Buffy still didn't know why she hadn't staked Spike after the Sarah Maria incident, and the further away it was, the less likely she was to think about it. And that bothered her.
"What's the point?" she was saying. "Whenever we do find anything, it gives us some stupid story about how it never hurts anyone, and we believe it. Or else it's just way too easy."
She grumbled as she poked her stake in a corner behind a trash can and wrinkled her nose. Truth be told... there wasn't any other excuse for hanging out with Spike she could come up with. And she hated that, too.
But excitement was to come from another direction, as a slimy, grey-green creature erupted from some dark place she hadn't noticed and... slimed her. She got in a few good blows, but she could feel the goo all over.
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Post by Spike on Feb 18, 2009 13:51:36 GMT -5
*Spike cursed himself for his slow reaction in noticing it, having been rooting about elsewhere, but he came quickly to her aid, bringing a heavy pipe onto the creature's noggin. (He'd figured having a blunt object handy was good in case those zombie types showed back up.) Seemed to finish the thing off well enough, its head bursting in a sickening mass of foul-smelling slime. Most of which covered Spike, much to his dismay.*
"Charming. Just..." *He sighed and rolled his eyes before glancing back to Buffy.*
"You all right? He didn't hurt ya, did he?" *He moved closer, lifting a hand as if it would help him examine her, goo-covered as she was as well.*
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Post by Buffy Summers on Feb 18, 2009 13:55:04 GMT -5
"No, unless you count my outfit," she grumbled. "Ah, I can feel it on my back. Ugh, could you wipe it off?"
She turned, presenting him with her backside, and indicated the huge glop that rested between her shoulder blades that she couldn't brush off. She could feel it seeping through her shirt.
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Post by Spike on Feb 18, 2009 14:16:56 GMT -5
"Course." *Spike answered easily, trying not to stare at her well-shaped backside as he scooped the slime off of her back and slung it to the floor with a loud smack. But even as he did so, there was something like a static charge that popped between their bodies. A big one. It sent him back a few steps, his body feeling uneasy.*
"Ho, now." *He grumbled, trying to right himself.*
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Post by Buffy Summers on Feb 18, 2009 14:27:58 GMT -5
But Buffy, reeling under a blow of her own, didn't notice Spike's discomfort. She staggered forward.
"Didn't have to be quite so forceful," she said, but her mouth felt funny and in a sort implosion of the senses suddenly the entire world was different. The smells, the sounds, the lessening of the darkness all stopped her cold as she just tried to handle the infusion of... power. Part of her mind wondered briefly if this was what drugs were like, but she didn't have much room for thought because following hard on the heels of the new smells and sights was another sensation. Hunger.
Her head whipped around, smelling fresh blood, very close, just under the surface of easily-torn human skin. Her face was ridged, her fangs visible, and the human, of course, was Spike. She was on him in an instant, and he was so warm. He smelled better than anything she could imagine, and her hands dug into his shoulders as her mouth reached for his throat.
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Post by Spike on Feb 18, 2009 14:37:06 GMT -5
"What the bloody hell!" *Spike gave a start as she pounced. First he didn't mind, not thinking anything except it being her and her being on him, but it clicked that something definitely wasn't right. Catching her be the shoulders, he pushed her back. Well, tried to. She seemed stronger all of a sudden or he was...nah, it couldn't be. But he saw the fangs and the all too familiar twisted flesh of her face and his eyes widened.*
"Buffy! No!" *He redoubled his efforts in an unexpected panic.*
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Post by Buffy Summers on Feb 18, 2009 14:44:14 GMT -5
She heard him, but it barely registered; the beast of thirst had taken over, and he was close, so close, her fangs brushing his soft skin and leaving trails. Her mouth watered with anticipation, and she wriggled against him almost sensually, delighted by the combination of his obvious interest and the scent of his fear.
But that reminded her of something. Of pressing him up against a crypt wall, of fighting by his side, wrinkling her nose at the looks he gave her. It reminded her of Spike, the person. And with a gasp, she flung herself away from him, breathing heavily without strictly needing to. Though she didn't know that yet.
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Post by Spike on Feb 18, 2009 14:55:10 GMT -5
*Spike just sat there frozen, his pulse racing. Only then did he realize his pulse was actually doing anything.*
"Aw, hell..." *He looked down at his hands, swallowing slowly. This sick feeling...that's what it was, wasn't it? Humanity.* "Bollucks." *He breathed, looking to Buffy.*
"Buffy, I..." *He wanted to go to her, to understand what in the hell just happened. But if it was true, that she had the beast and he was only a man, that may be a dangerous course of action. So he sat poised, watching her as carefully as he could.*
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Post by Buffy Summers on Feb 18, 2009 15:06:15 GMT -5
But she seemed deaf to him. She was studying her hands, her expression as puzzled as it could be beneath the stiff ridges of her brow. Then she raised them to touch her face, her fangs, her yellow eyes wide with fear. She pressed one hand to her breast, and felt no heartbeat.
And she was still covered in slime.
"What?" she got out, but it sounded funny, the shape of her mouth altered by the fangs. "I'm..."
Her eyes flew wildly to Spike. She could hear his heart. Spike, a vampire. A vampire...
"Oh my god," she said.
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Post by Spike on Feb 18, 2009 15:25:17 GMT -5
"I know." *Spike tried to calm her, lifting his hands defensively. As if he could know. This was all too weird.*
"But we'll sort it, Buffy. Just...uh..."
Try not to eat me in the meantime.
"You can control it." *He said, cursing the uncertainty in his voice.*
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Post by Buffy Summers on Feb 18, 2009 15:37:00 GMT -5
She stared at him.
"You don't even believe that!" she said, throwing up her hands. He smelled really, really good. Which, gross, he was Spike. "And I'm all... all ugly and... and hungry and..."
And good god, whiny. She wrapped her arms around her middle, as if to keep her rooted to the spot, and she wanted to cry. Did vampires cry? Oh yeah, Spike did. Like, all the time. Maybe vampires were whiny. Except Angel, of course. Who was stoic and manly. Always. Except all those other times that she liked to ignore.
"It's not fair!"
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Post by Spike on Feb 18, 2009 15:44:03 GMT -5
((*blinks* Buhuhahaha!))
*Spike swelled indignantly at that.*
"Hey! Ain't like this is my cuppa tea." *And he wasn't going to make things worse by telling her that she actually made a hot vampire. He couldn't see how it would help at the moment.*
"But I know you're the Slayer and even if you've...if you have to deal with this...you'll manage. It's what you do. Fighting the good fight and all..."
*He swallowed carefully, hoping it didn't draw too much attention to his neck.*
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Post by Buffy Summers on Feb 18, 2009 15:58:01 GMT -5
"Well I can't very well be the Slayer and a vampire!" she cried. "What did you do to me? Stupid vampire."
Her eyes narrowed, and she recalled all that gross stuff about heartbeats and thinking Spike smelled good.
"Wait," she said. "You're not, though, are you?"
The hunger wasn't like human hunger, lodged in your belly and easy to ignore. It was like her body felt drained, dry and itchy.
"I have to go," she said, an edge of hysteria in her voice.
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Post by Spike on Feb 18, 2009 16:06:22 GMT -5
Well technically...
*But the thought was disrupted by her realization and subsequent freaking. Spike pushed himself up to follow.*
"Hey. Just cause I ain't a baddie at the moment don't mean I don't know that hunger. Let me help you get fed, lest ya do something you'll regret."
*He was still careful to keep his distance though.*
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Post by Buffy Summers on Feb 18, 2009 17:08:20 GMT -5
"Like being not-a-vampire makes you not-bad," she mumbled. "And how do you know what I'd regret? Anyway, what do you propose to do about it?"
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