The crappy epilogue:
She was writhing underneath him, reacting to his touch in ways he'd never imagine. Perspiration glistened under the moonlight. It made her look heavenly. Her breathing became hitched and he knew she was close. Over the past weeks he had come to recognize all of her little mannerisms in bed.
Crying out, she wrapped her ankles around his lower torso and pulled him closer. She found his lips in a frenzied.
"Do it," Dawn moaned, running her hot hands over his rippling muscles.
"You sure, love?" he spoke onto her flesh. Goosebumps arose from the tickling and she let out a whimper.
The muscles in her body started to tense as he trailed cold kisses across her neck. So close... She could feel it. All building up inside. What she wanted so much was release and only he could give it to her.
"I'm not his anymore. Never was. So want you to-oh god-want you to erase his mark," she breathed out. "Bite me, goddamnit!" she screamed, her voice breaking as he thrusted harder.
The brunette clenched around him; he couldn't take it anymore. She was so bloody tight and hot. Gods above she was so hot, scorching him from her insides. He responded quickly while she arched up to met a hard plunge. Turning to his true facade, he sunk deep in her neck. As the blood hit the back of his throat, she spasmed again around him.
They both cried out each other's names.
spent of all energy, Dawn laid against him tired and satisfied. Spike licked his mark and curled his hand around her body.
"Thank you," she smiled. A shaky hand went to touch her neck.
"The pleasure is all mine, I'm sure," he drawled with a smirk.
"Mm, love you Spike."
A cold hand pushed away dark strands of hair from her pale face.
"Love you too, 'bit."
491 years later
"Melody, how nice to see you this evening," a man in dark smiled, kissing her knuckles with parted thin lips.
"If I can only say the same to you," the brunette smirked, a fire playing in her eyes.
He sat her down on the bench, grasping her figure close to his. Melody was putty in his hands, as his fingers wrapped around her thin waist, applying a gentle pressure. Their gazes met and she felt something tighten in her lower stomach.
"I thought about you last night," she whispered. "My dreams were almost haunting; you were in them all."
"Mmm, what were they about?" he asked, a hidden smile tugging on his lips.
"You and me, but I was in the form of other ladies."
The man's smile turned into a leer as he slowly descended on her surprised lips. Her hands rushed to his hair, running her thin fingers through it, while his hand cupped her jaw.
"Come along, my Key. I have to show you a great many things," he spoke, his words leaving her wondering and desiring.
"Yes, Dracula. I'll do as you wish."
See, totally crappy. I don't really like it, but that's the end. And I have to rush because my laptop battery is about to go dead. I hope you enjoyed it, if only just a tiddy bit. I think I'm going to post a HP fic I've been working on and then maybe getting back to kidnap. Read and review please.