"He has to." Buffy sighed, placing a hand behind Spike's limp head. Spike's eyes were wide with fright. He knew what would be happening next if he didn't try and fight it. He stiffened his neck, trying to rebel against her hold on him. Buffy immediately noticed, a feeling of shock flooding her senses, "Spike, don't fight this. I want you to get better. I need you to get better. Please."
Spike swallowed hard, the sensitivity of his throat making him wince, Tell her I'll do it.
Willow nodded, "Buffy, he said he'll do it." The Slayer was silent, and confused for a brief second before her arm found his dry lips. The warm blood trickled into his mouth as she lifted his head upward. This had to be the single most pleasurable moment of his entire existence which didn't include the past four hundred years because there was nothing pleasurable about that in the least. He felt sick with himself for doing it, but glad he could experience tasting such an ambrosia. Are you okay? Willow asked.
Spike didn't answer, his gaze was fixed permanently on the Slayer as his mouth encircled a section of the wound. His tongue slid delicately over the cut, lapping at the blood. Buffy felt a shiver travel down her spine as the process continued. Her pulse quickened, making it evident to Spike that she was more than excited.
"Willow? Am I supposed to feel...ah...um...like this?" Buffy asked curiously. a soft moan escaping her mouth. Willow was no expert, but the look on her face was more than enough evidence to have her assume what was happening.
"I'm pretty sure that...um...what's happening is perfectly normal. Vampirism is a, well, very erotic experience." The red head explained. Buffy nodded and looked at Spike whom was engrossed in her taste. She stared into his blue eyes, such passion was embedded in them.
Buffy frowned when she noticed how gentle and caring Spike was being. Angel was never that tender when he had fed off her. He was animal like and had almost killed her. In fact, he'd put her in the hospital. Spike on the other hand seemed to be the opposite and the worst that could happen would be her needing a band-aid when it was all over. It made her wonder. They're not all the same...
Like a brick falling from the Empire State Building, Buffy realized that Spike wasn't like Angel at all...in any way...other than the bumpy in the forehead region and that maybe, just maybe he was right all along. "They can love without a soul."
"What?" Willow questioned her random outburst.
"Willow, he was right." Buffy whispered.
"Who? Spike?" Willow was still confused and the random tid bits she was receiving from the Slayer seemed to make it all the worse.
"He was right."
A/N: Okay, maybe not that long of a chapter after all. Believe me. I have a month to write for each chapter. I'm going to be giving you the equivalent of a novel with each post from now on. Please tell me what you think of the story so far. I love the past reviews. And I'm sorry for the time confusion in the earlier chapters. They were meant to be random and I guess I did my job. haha. I'd like some more reviews. It's the only thing that gets me to sleep at night:)