Okay guys, I figured that most of this fic is PG-13 anyway, so I just took
out all of the naughty parts to bring it to you- again.
Disclaimer: I do not own "Buffy the Vampire Slayer", and I own nothing accept for my imagination. Joss Whedon and UPN, I hope you don't mind me borrowing your characters. I'm just a fan and a minor. Besides, I'm broke.
Summary: AU fic from season 4. Our story takes place during "Harsh Light of Day" crossing over with "Beer Bad." From there, my imagination comes into play. Some spoilers. Song is by P. Diddy from the "Godzilla" Soundtrack.
Note: The words in italics are thoughts of the characters. A special thanx to Buffyguide.com for the quotes and to my girls Messy and Tiffany for proofreading.
Distribution: Anywhere, as long as you let me know first.
Rated: Hopefully good (lol!). Seriously though, PG-13
"Come With Me"
Chapter I
So what I'm wondering is: does this always happen? Sleep with a guy and he goes all evil?
~Buffy~ ____________________________________________________________________________ _
Spike: What a fantastic day. Birds singin', squirrels makin' lots of rotten little squirrels, the sun beaming down in a nice nonfatal way. It's very exciting. I can't wait to see if I freckle.
Spike (after Buffy stakes him): Oh, do it again. It tickles. You know, in a good way.
Buffy: The Gem.
Spike: Oh yeah, the Gem of Amara. Official sponsor of my killing you.
Spike: So, you let Parker take a poke, eh? Didn't seem like you knew each other that well. What exactly did it take to pry apart the Slayer's dimpled knees?
Buffy: You're a pig, Spike. ____________________________________________________________________________
Hear my cries Hear my call Lend me your ears See my fall See my error Know my faults Time halts See my loss Know I'm lacking Backtracking Where I met you Pistol packing Itchy finger Trigger happy Try to trap me Bad rap Wiretap me Back-stab me Break the faith Fall from grace Tell me lies Time flies Close your eyes
Come with me Come with me, Yeah Come with me, Uh-huh, Yeah
You said to trust you You'd never hurt me Now I'm disgusted Since then adjusted Certainly you fooled me Ridiculed me Left me hanging And my shit is Boomeranging Right back at you Think long range Narrow-minded Left me blinded I cosigned it Shit backfired But I'm bouncing back I grinded Not many would bear the pressure You comprehend me You want to end me You offend me It's trauma Feel the trauma Come with me
.... left uppercut to the Slayer's face.
"Come on, Slayer. You're not even trying. Surely Parker couldn't have tired you out that much. Legendary stamina and all." He added another harsh kick to her midsection, causing her to fall to the ground.
*Hey, it was just a good time, right?*
*Yeah. Like I really wanted to stick around after that.*
*What?*
*You got a lot to learn about men, kiddo. Although I guess you proved that last night.*
*What are you saying?*
*Let's not make an issue out of it, okay? In fact, let's not talk about it at all. It happened.*
*I, I don't understand. Was it m-me? Was I not good?*
*You were great. Really. I thought you were a pro. You know what the worst part was, huh? Pretending that I loved you. If I'd known how easily you'd give it up, I wouldn't have even bothered.*
Parker and Angel's words taunted her in her mind. The verbal beating of Spike finally caused her to burst into tears.
"Oi, Summers! You're making this too easy." he stared at her for a moment before coming out of his game face and sitting down beside her. Curiously (and to his utter horror concern, which he was in deep denial over) got the better of him.
"You wanna talk about it?"
"Like you care." she bit out angrily.
"No, 'fraid not. But, I came here for a good, clean fight. And with you weepin' and carryin on, well its ripping all the fun out of it. So, you're upset cause the wanker blew you off, yeah?"
"Not just him. Seems like they- I'm not good enough." She whispered in a wavering voice.
*I know I'm a bad poet, but I'm a good man. All I ask is that... is that you try to see me- I do see you - that's the problem! You're nothing to me, William. (She stands and looks down at him.) You're beneath me.*
*Pleasure? To take my leave of you, of course. "The lark hath spoke from twix its wee beak." You honestly thought I could bare an eternity listening to that twaddle? That's who you'll always be; a limp, sentimental fool. You want to cry now, don't you?*
*I have to find my pleasures, Spike. You taste like ashes.*
"Bollocks. S'not true. They're all bunch of bloody pillocks."
"How would you know anyway? They're probably right." she said in a defeated tone.
"Cause luv, nearly twelve decades, and I actually learned a thing or two. Believe it or not. Besides, I've actually been exactly where you are now more times than I'd care to remember." he said the last part with the slightest twinge of grief. He wiped away a tear track on her left cheek. She looked at him with a very much startled expression.
"I know just what you need, Summers. A little pick me up, is all. And although this place isn't very good in the least, but it'll have to do. Come along kitten." he said as he rose up and extended a hand to her. she hesitatingly reached out to him and allowed him to help her up.
"So, where we going?"
"Why, to the nearest bar here, pet."
"What, so you can get me all liquored up and then kill me?" She asked sarcastically.
"No, course not. Gotta wait for your hangover to pass first. But hey, no worries. I'll be piss drunk right beside you."
"Oh right cause hey, getting drunk with my favorite mortal enemy is such a grand idea." she said as she began to walk alongside him.
"Really pet? Your favorite mortal enemy. Well I'm speechless."
"For once." she muttered under her breath.
"Ya know, I heard that pet. Play nice." He said in a chastising tone.
"Well, just as long as I don't have any hard liquor..."
"But that's the best part!" He whined. But on the look she gave him, he conceded.
"Beer okay?"
"Fine."
"You sure just not one, innocent lil' shot?"
"A world of no."
"Pfft. Fine by me. Aah! Here we are pet! The best of the crappiest bars close to the campus. And looky looky. There's a nice private booth right over there." he said with false enthusiasm.
"Great." she said in a monotone.
"Oi! Barkeep! Can we get some bloody service over here?!"
"Geeze, Spike! You don't haveta be so rude."
"Oh, come now, Slayer. It's his job and s'not like the place is crowded. Middle of the bleeding day. Oh, 'cept for the white bread losers over there."
*******************
"Damn college kids. Think they're better than me. I'll show 'em, though. Ha! I'll show them all..." the bartender muttered to himself as he filled the pitcher to the brim of Black Frost beer.
"Here you go sir, miss. A pitcher of Black Frost."
"Bout bloody time. Got any cashews?" Spike questioned.
"No, just peanuts."
"Bugger that." he said, dismissing the bartender with a casual wave of his hand.
"Mind if I smoke?" he said as he proceeded to remove a cigarette and his lighter from his duster pocket.
"Not like you'd stop if I said no." she replied, then taking a sip of the beer.
"Nope. I wouldn't. Just tryin' to be polite." he said, giving her his trademark smirk.
"So, uh, what'd he say to get your knickers in a twist? Oh, damn. Definitely bad choice of words there." Buffy then took several gulps of beer. She promptly belched, loudly.
"Oh, excuse me."
"Boy Summers. Sure can take it like a man, can't you?"
"Shut up!" she said as she hit him in the arm.
"Okay, all right. Listening time, yeah?"
"Yeah. It's just, is there something repulsive about me? Or am I just genuinely stupid in continuously falling for the wrong guy? I mean- god, you drink fast." commenting on the fact that he was now on his second glass.
"Yeah, well Vampire here. It'll take a helluva lot for me to lose my sobriety. 'Sides it's just beer and I was thirsty. But no." he said locking eyes with her. She regarded him with confusion.
"No? No what?"
"You're not repulsive in the least. And as far as the whole stupidity thing, well, you definitely made some bad choices in the opposite sex department. 'Specially Peaches. And you do have the whole 'dumb blonde' look going for you." he said in mock seriousness.
"This coming from someone who's dating record consists of Psycho Dru and Airhead Harmony? And hello? You're not exactly sporting your natural roots either, Billy Boy." she said, copying his mock serious tone.
"Well, got me there. Guess there's lots of parallels 'tween us." he replied while smirking.
____________________________________________________________________________
You know there are quite a few American beers that are highly underrated. This, unfortunately, is not one of them.
~Spike~ ____________________________________________________________________________ _
2 more pitchers later...
"More BEER!" Spike yelled as he banged his fist on the table.
"Spike loud. Spike bad." Buffy uttered as she used her index finger to stir the beer in her glass.
"Spike angry. Want own beer." he said.
By then, the bartender had left the bar (for his own safety). The six patrons in the bar had changed rapidly by the spell altered beer. The five males hair had grown considerable amount in length and they all had furrowed brows. They became ignorant and began to react solely on instinct. Thus becoming... dangerous.
The four patrons on the other side of the room became restless. Without anyone serving the beer, there wasn't much to do except for talk. But by then, their basic conversation skills had flown out the window. They began prowling about, breaking glasses and overturning tables and chairs, all the while making ape like noises.
As they began moving around separately, one picked up the scent of the only female there. He sniffed harder (all the while making loud breathing noises) and turned and looked at her as if really noticing her for the first time.
"Girl. Girl pretty. Want girl now." his companions, overhearing what he said, came over to see "the girl."
"Look girl."
"Girl pretty."
"Girl smells nice."
"Want girl. Want girl now." They spoke in unison. Buffy decided on not acknowledging their presence and continued making swirls in her glass, occasionally licking her finger and the table for any stray droplets that fell. Spike on the other hand, noticed a great deal.
First, a low, deadly warning growl emanated from his throat. And when the four men paid no heed to him, he changed into his game face and threw the table upside down as he stood. This, however, got Buffy's attention.
"Spike! You spilled the beer! Beer all gone now! Spike BAD!" she yelled. She then stood beside him and punched him hard in the bicep. He swayed just the slightest, but mostly held firm as he stared down the four males.
"Girl mine. Not for you." he said in a low, menacing voice. Two, however, decided to challenge Spike anyway. They both rushed him, and Spike just grabbed them by their throats. He hurled them across the room. The other two instantly got the message and recognized him as the alpha male.
"Mine!" he yelled. He promptly grabbed Buffy and threw her over his shoulder. He left the bar and made a mad dash into the woods. Buffy all the while was kicking and screaming. But not because he took her away, but because she couldn't have anymore beer.
"Spiiike, put Buffy down." she whined. He figured they were far away enough from other people and did as she asked.
"Where we go, Spike?" she pouted.
"Buffy Spike's. Buffy mine." he said as he advanced upon her.
"No." she whispered, all the while not backing away.
"Spike strong. Buffy strong. Buffy mine." he said as he got closer.
"Buffy Slayer. Spike Vampire. Wrong."
"Not wrong. Right. Very right. Strong and strong and..." he trailed off as his hand reached out and touched her cheek. It then traveled down her neck, over her collar bone, and stopped its descent to her small pert breast. Her breathing increased and the scent of her arousal began to permeate the air around them, causing the grip he had on her breast to tighten. She looked him in the eye and said one word in a low voice.
"Yours."
TBC
Disclaimer: I do not own "Buffy the Vampire Slayer", and I own nothing accept for my imagination. Joss Whedon and UPN, I hope you don't mind me borrowing your characters. I'm just a fan and a minor. Besides, I'm broke.
Summary: AU fic from season 4. Our story takes place during "Harsh Light of Day" crossing over with "Beer Bad." From there, my imagination comes into play. Some spoilers. Song is by P. Diddy from the "Godzilla" Soundtrack.
Note: The words in italics are thoughts of the characters. A special thanx to Buffyguide.com for the quotes and to my girls Messy and Tiffany for proofreading.
Distribution: Anywhere, as long as you let me know first.
Rated: Hopefully good (lol!). Seriously though, PG-13
"Come With Me"
Chapter I
So what I'm wondering is: does this always happen? Sleep with a guy and he goes all evil?
~Buffy~ ____________________________________________________________________________ _
Spike: What a fantastic day. Birds singin', squirrels makin' lots of rotten little squirrels, the sun beaming down in a nice nonfatal way. It's very exciting. I can't wait to see if I freckle.
Spike (after Buffy stakes him): Oh, do it again. It tickles. You know, in a good way.
Buffy: The Gem.
Spike: Oh yeah, the Gem of Amara. Official sponsor of my killing you.
Spike: So, you let Parker take a poke, eh? Didn't seem like you knew each other that well. What exactly did it take to pry apart the Slayer's dimpled knees?
Buffy: You're a pig, Spike. ____________________________________________________________________________
Hear my cries Hear my call Lend me your ears See my fall See my error Know my faults Time halts See my loss Know I'm lacking Backtracking Where I met you Pistol packing Itchy finger Trigger happy Try to trap me Bad rap Wiretap me Back-stab me Break the faith Fall from grace Tell me lies Time flies Close your eyes
Come with me Come with me, Yeah Come with me, Uh-huh, Yeah
You said to trust you You'd never hurt me Now I'm disgusted Since then adjusted Certainly you fooled me Ridiculed me Left me hanging And my shit is Boomeranging Right back at you Think long range Narrow-minded Left me blinded I cosigned it Shit backfired But I'm bouncing back I grinded Not many would bear the pressure You comprehend me You want to end me You offend me It's trauma Feel the trauma Come with me
.... left uppercut to the Slayer's face.
"Come on, Slayer. You're not even trying. Surely Parker couldn't have tired you out that much. Legendary stamina and all." He added another harsh kick to her midsection, causing her to fall to the ground.
*Hey, it was just a good time, right?*
*Yeah. Like I really wanted to stick around after that.*
*What?*
*You got a lot to learn about men, kiddo. Although I guess you proved that last night.*
*What are you saying?*
*Let's not make an issue out of it, okay? In fact, let's not talk about it at all. It happened.*
*I, I don't understand. Was it m-me? Was I not good?*
*You were great. Really. I thought you were a pro. You know what the worst part was, huh? Pretending that I loved you. If I'd known how easily you'd give it up, I wouldn't have even bothered.*
Parker and Angel's words taunted her in her mind. The verbal beating of Spike finally caused her to burst into tears.
"Oi, Summers! You're making this too easy." he stared at her for a moment before coming out of his game face and sitting down beside her. Curiously (and to his utter horror concern, which he was in deep denial over) got the better of him.
"You wanna talk about it?"
"Like you care." she bit out angrily.
"No, 'fraid not. But, I came here for a good, clean fight. And with you weepin' and carryin on, well its ripping all the fun out of it. So, you're upset cause the wanker blew you off, yeah?"
"Not just him. Seems like they- I'm not good enough." She whispered in a wavering voice.
*I know I'm a bad poet, but I'm a good man. All I ask is that... is that you try to see me- I do see you - that's the problem! You're nothing to me, William. (She stands and looks down at him.) You're beneath me.*
*Pleasure? To take my leave of you, of course. "The lark hath spoke from twix its wee beak." You honestly thought I could bare an eternity listening to that twaddle? That's who you'll always be; a limp, sentimental fool. You want to cry now, don't you?*
*I have to find my pleasures, Spike. You taste like ashes.*
"Bollocks. S'not true. They're all bunch of bloody pillocks."
"How would you know anyway? They're probably right." she said in a defeated tone.
"Cause luv, nearly twelve decades, and I actually learned a thing or two. Believe it or not. Besides, I've actually been exactly where you are now more times than I'd care to remember." he said the last part with the slightest twinge of grief. He wiped away a tear track on her left cheek. She looked at him with a very much startled expression.
"I know just what you need, Summers. A little pick me up, is all. And although this place isn't very good in the least, but it'll have to do. Come along kitten." he said as he rose up and extended a hand to her. she hesitatingly reached out to him and allowed him to help her up.
"So, where we going?"
"Why, to the nearest bar here, pet."
"What, so you can get me all liquored up and then kill me?" She asked sarcastically.
"No, course not. Gotta wait for your hangover to pass first. But hey, no worries. I'll be piss drunk right beside you."
"Oh right cause hey, getting drunk with my favorite mortal enemy is such a grand idea." she said as she began to walk alongside him.
"Really pet? Your favorite mortal enemy. Well I'm speechless."
"For once." she muttered under her breath.
"Ya know, I heard that pet. Play nice." He said in a chastising tone.
"Well, just as long as I don't have any hard liquor..."
"But that's the best part!" He whined. But on the look she gave him, he conceded.
"Beer okay?"
"Fine."
"You sure just not one, innocent lil' shot?"
"A world of no."
"Pfft. Fine by me. Aah! Here we are pet! The best of the crappiest bars close to the campus. And looky looky. There's a nice private booth right over there." he said with false enthusiasm.
"Great." she said in a monotone.
"Oi! Barkeep! Can we get some bloody service over here?!"
"Geeze, Spike! You don't haveta be so rude."
"Oh, come now, Slayer. It's his job and s'not like the place is crowded. Middle of the bleeding day. Oh, 'cept for the white bread losers over there."
*******************
"Damn college kids. Think they're better than me. I'll show 'em, though. Ha! I'll show them all..." the bartender muttered to himself as he filled the pitcher to the brim of Black Frost beer.
"Here you go sir, miss. A pitcher of Black Frost."
"Bout bloody time. Got any cashews?" Spike questioned.
"No, just peanuts."
"Bugger that." he said, dismissing the bartender with a casual wave of his hand.
"Mind if I smoke?" he said as he proceeded to remove a cigarette and his lighter from his duster pocket.
"Not like you'd stop if I said no." she replied, then taking a sip of the beer.
"Nope. I wouldn't. Just tryin' to be polite." he said, giving her his trademark smirk.
"So, uh, what'd he say to get your knickers in a twist? Oh, damn. Definitely bad choice of words there." Buffy then took several gulps of beer. She promptly belched, loudly.
"Oh, excuse me."
"Boy Summers. Sure can take it like a man, can't you?"
"Shut up!" she said as she hit him in the arm.
"Okay, all right. Listening time, yeah?"
"Yeah. It's just, is there something repulsive about me? Or am I just genuinely stupid in continuously falling for the wrong guy? I mean- god, you drink fast." commenting on the fact that he was now on his second glass.
"Yeah, well Vampire here. It'll take a helluva lot for me to lose my sobriety. 'Sides it's just beer and I was thirsty. But no." he said locking eyes with her. She regarded him with confusion.
"No? No what?"
"You're not repulsive in the least. And as far as the whole stupidity thing, well, you definitely made some bad choices in the opposite sex department. 'Specially Peaches. And you do have the whole 'dumb blonde' look going for you." he said in mock seriousness.
"This coming from someone who's dating record consists of Psycho Dru and Airhead Harmony? And hello? You're not exactly sporting your natural roots either, Billy Boy." she said, copying his mock serious tone.
"Well, got me there. Guess there's lots of parallels 'tween us." he replied while smirking.
____________________________________________________________________________
You know there are quite a few American beers that are highly underrated. This, unfortunately, is not one of them.
~Spike~ ____________________________________________________________________________ _
2 more pitchers later...
"More BEER!" Spike yelled as he banged his fist on the table.
"Spike loud. Spike bad." Buffy uttered as she used her index finger to stir the beer in her glass.
"Spike angry. Want own beer." he said.
By then, the bartender had left the bar (for his own safety). The six patrons in the bar had changed rapidly by the spell altered beer. The five males hair had grown considerable amount in length and they all had furrowed brows. They became ignorant and began to react solely on instinct. Thus becoming... dangerous.
The four patrons on the other side of the room became restless. Without anyone serving the beer, there wasn't much to do except for talk. But by then, their basic conversation skills had flown out the window. They began prowling about, breaking glasses and overturning tables and chairs, all the while making ape like noises.
As they began moving around separately, one picked up the scent of the only female there. He sniffed harder (all the while making loud breathing noises) and turned and looked at her as if really noticing her for the first time.
"Girl. Girl pretty. Want girl now." his companions, overhearing what he said, came over to see "the girl."
"Look girl."
"Girl pretty."
"Girl smells nice."
"Want girl. Want girl now." They spoke in unison. Buffy decided on not acknowledging their presence and continued making swirls in her glass, occasionally licking her finger and the table for any stray droplets that fell. Spike on the other hand, noticed a great deal.
First, a low, deadly warning growl emanated from his throat. And when the four men paid no heed to him, he changed into his game face and threw the table upside down as he stood. This, however, got Buffy's attention.
"Spike! You spilled the beer! Beer all gone now! Spike BAD!" she yelled. She then stood beside him and punched him hard in the bicep. He swayed just the slightest, but mostly held firm as he stared down the four males.
"Girl mine. Not for you." he said in a low, menacing voice. Two, however, decided to challenge Spike anyway. They both rushed him, and Spike just grabbed them by their throats. He hurled them across the room. The other two instantly got the message and recognized him as the alpha male.
"Mine!" he yelled. He promptly grabbed Buffy and threw her over his shoulder. He left the bar and made a mad dash into the woods. Buffy all the while was kicking and screaming. But not because he took her away, but because she couldn't have anymore beer.
"Spiiike, put Buffy down." she whined. He figured they were far away enough from other people and did as she asked.
"Where we go, Spike?" she pouted.
"Buffy Spike's. Buffy mine." he said as he advanced upon her.
"No." she whispered, all the while not backing away.
"Spike strong. Buffy strong. Buffy mine." he said as he got closer.
"Buffy Slayer. Spike Vampire. Wrong."
"Not wrong. Right. Very right. Strong and strong and..." he trailed off as his hand reached out and touched her cheek. It then traveled down her neck, over her collar bone, and stopped its descent to her small pert breast. Her breathing increased and the scent of her arousal began to permeate the air around them, causing the grip he had on her breast to tighten. She looked him in the eye and said one word in a low voice.
"Yours."
TBC