Author: Richess a.k.a. A.N.H. Richards
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Summary: Spike can acquires the aspect of a demon and must help Buffy destroy a Master vampire. Set in season 4 of BTVS and assumes knowledge of BTVS episodes 'Lie to Me', 'Anne', 'Earshot' and 'Harsh Light Of Day' and Angel season one episode 'In The Dark'. A Spike/Buffy shipper eventually.
Rating: R – for adult themes of sex, talk of rape, mutilation, torture.
Ships: Spike/Buffy, with some Spike/Other(s), Xander/Anya, Xander/Faith, Riley/Buffy, Graham/Faith.
Disclaimer: all characters except for Fernando, Karah, Nina, Ava and other minor characters belong to Mutant Enemy Prod., and a bunch of other people. The ones listed above are MINE!
Music: 'Private Show' by Pink (I know that this album was released in 2000 but I just liked the song so bear with me.) / 'Naughty Girls' By Samantha Fox / 'I Didn't Mean to Turn You On' by Robert Palmer. Thought by main characters are in *'s and thoughts by minor characters are shown in //
Notes: Thanks To Valerie and Lisa for their input into this fic. To Fernando, I hope you like your evil self.
Started: Dec 2000
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Spike left Los Angeles at sundown. "I will have my revenge on Angel and Buffy."
Part 1
Spike was in San Diego, listening with some interest to an anomalously eclectic mix of R&B, alternative, house, techno, pop and even country. Alone, despite the press of gyrating, sweaty young humans, his eyes constantly scanned the sea of happy meals. The club - "The Confessional" – was packed.
This place is a total anomaly, he thought as he walked through the crowd.
Most of the people began line dancing when country music started. People were laughing at them and with them. A couple of people fell and the whole club hooted and hollered as each misstep was exposed on the big screen TV's stationed strategically around the club.
"NOW, it's TIME for the flashback." The club went wild. * What the hell? *
Music blared throughout the club, Samantha Fox's "Naughty Girls Need Love Too." *I haven't heard this song in years.* Girls in droves ran onto the dance floor.
~ ~ I've been told time & time gain,
That you can't treat love like a game,
But I play rough with hearts that never mend
Cause some guys like you could say
Love, it's just a four-letter word
Never heard how absurd
How could it be
Love.
I can't believe that this is real, how I fell
Now you steal my heart away from me
Used to always know what to do now you've got me confused
Baby, don't let me misunderstood
Cause were in love so bad
But it feels so good
Then a long came you
Now I know its true
Naughty girls, need love – too ~ ~
"That's my song." one girl said excitedly to her friend as they walked past Spike. Her friend was too busy looking at the cute blond guy.
*Lot's of yummy treats around here. Look at that one. That neck. Wait a minute. How 'bout that one? If her skirt was any shorter I could see her . . .* And he did.
"Wow! The Bronze was never like this." Spike whispered.
"Excuse me. Did you just ask me to dance?" A pretty brunette said before grabbing his hand and leading him to the dance floor.
*I guess dinner found me tonight. She's cute. Happy meals with legs and look at those legs*
Her dark hair shined like glass, her hazel eyes large and deep. She had to workout because her body moved like a fine tuned machine. Her dance to 'Naughty Girls' was extremely naughty. And Spike certainly didn't disappoint her at all. Their bodies surged to the beat and didn't stop, especially when the next song came on.
~ ~ You read me wrong
I wasn't tryin' to lead you on, not like you think,
I didn't mean to turn you on.
I know you . . .
Expecting a one night stand
When I refused, I knew you wouldn't understand,
I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to turn you on.
I told you twice,
I was only tryin' to be nice,
Only tryin' to be nice.
Whoa. I didn't mean to turn you on
Hey now, why should I feel guilty cause won't give,
Guilty cause I won't give in,
I didn't mean to turn you on
Whoa. I didn't mean to turn you on ~ ~
"My name is Julie," she said over the music.
"Spike."
A waitress came over . "Would you like anything to drink?"
"Two Cranberry Crazes." He ordered, looking at Julie for approval. She nodded.
"Coming up." The waitress dashed away.
"What's a Cranberry Craze?" Julie asked.
"It's champagne with frozen cranberries and icing sugar. It tastes amazing." Spike explained.
"Sounds good. But I have to warn you that I am not twenty-one. I am only twenty."
"It's ok. I ordered it, you didn't. So you won't get in any trouble."
"Thanks. You British or an Aussie?" she asked.
"A Brit to the bone." Spike said smiling. Julie looked at him and smiled back. *He seems ok.*
"Two Cranberry Crazes," the waitress announced as she sat the drinks on the table. "That'll be sixteen bucks."
Spike handed her a twenty. She searched for change , but Spike shook his head and smiled slightly at her.
"Oh, thanks." The waitress said gratefully. With a quick grin, she turned and disappeared to another table.
The eighties music finished and was succeeded by R&B. People scooted to the dance floor as the music blared.
This is good." Julie said with a nod to her drink. "So, do you go to school around here?
"No, I've been out of school for a while." Spike answered as he sipped his drink slowly.
"Oh. How old are you?" Julie asked, now looking concerned.
"How old do I look?"
"I don't know. About twenty-five."
"Close. I am twenty-four." Spike lied. Well, he had been twenty-four when he died – 120 years ago. Spike looked at his watch, 2:30 am.
"Somewhere to go?" Julie asked looking disappointed.
"Actually yeah, I was heading to Cancun. I just decided to stop here on a whim. But I am glad that I did."
Julie smiled . "To Mexico? For what?"
"For a vacation," he lied.
"Take me with you."
"What?"
"Take me with you. I've always wanted to go to Mexico. I could go home, pack and go with you."
"You kidding? Cause if your not . . . sure, I loved to take you." Spike smiled. Once she invited him in, she would never leave her house alive.
"Let's go." Julie grabbed his hand and led him out of the club. She waved bye to her friends, who smiled deviously at her walking with the handsome blond.
They reached Julie's condo in minutes.
"Come on in." she said opening the door.
The next thing he knew, she was kissing him. Abruptly, she pulled away from him to close the door and put on the two safety locks. She turned back to Spike and crushed her body into his. Spike smiled at her attempt at forcefulness. He could hear her heart race.
"I have no intention of going to Mexico with you. I just didn't want you think that I was a big slut by asking you 'Do you wanna go have sex tonight?'" Julie said a matter-of-factly.
"Oh." He smiled and the two kissed again. They moved entwined, as she led him into her bedroom. The windows were open and the fresh breeze and moonlight sailed through the room. Julie quickly took off her shoes and pants. Spike's duster fell to the floor as they broke apart to shed the rest of their clothes.
Julie pulled off his black t-shirt, pausing to admire his lean muscular chest. Spike pushed her onto the queen-sized bed, and kissed her hard. She squealed as his cold hands traced her sides and reached underneath her to unhook her bra. He leaned in close and nibbled on her neck.
Spike saw a blur of stars as he felt his demon emerge. He hadn't eaten since he left LA , and the urge was to overwhelming to stop. His fangs sunk into her neck. Julie gasped in pain and his bite deepened. Her arms that had been pulling him close, fell weakly to the bed. Spike heard her heartbeat slow to a near crawl as her blood emptied into him. Only then did he release her.
His human mask slipped back on. The vampire looked dispassionately at the shocked expression on her face as her eyes slowly closed for the last time. He quickly put on his shirt. *Didn't even get to do the deed. That's what I get for damn near starving myself.*
Spike turned to the phone and made a call.
"Hello." A tired voice came over the phone.
"Hi."
"Spike, it's 6:30 in the morning here. Where are you?"
"California and its 3:30 here. I need a favour."
"Not in Sunnydale are you?"
"No."
"What's the favour?"
"You've got a place in Cancun, right?"
"Sure. If you going there, I'll inform my staff. They'll be ready for you. How you getting there?"
"Driving."
"No way, Spike. Where are you? I'll send a plane and fly you to Cancun. Ok?"
"Karah, you always know how to treat a guy." Spike gave her the information she needed and then brought her up to speed about the Gem of Amara and his torture session with Angel.
"Don't worry. The bloody poof is all right. His friends saved his sorry arse." Spike told Karah.
"Good. You and Angel . . . never mind. Stay where you are and I'm going to send a car for you at sundown."
"Thanks. Oh yeah . . . by the way, how much did you fetch for that stuff?" he asked.
"When you get to the airport, the stewardess will hand you a package. It'll have all your stuff in there. Good bye, William." Karah said.
"Bye, luv." Spike smiled as he hung up Julie's phone. The happy expression stayed on his face as he walked past the dead girl's body to close the apartment draperies against the rising sun.
The driver blasted the air condition in the limo as they drove to a small airport just outside of San Diego. There, he was escorted to Karah's private jet. They took off half an hour later.
"This is for you, Mr. Montgomery," the stewardess said as she handed him a brown envelope.
Spike opened it. It held a United States passport, a social security card, two driver's licenses, an a credit cards, all in his name. Karah had also set up a numbered bank account in the Cayman Islands. The balance line on the statement said that his account was worth $2,197,828.08.
Spike whistled, and then saw a note from Karah
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Hey you!
I hope that you like your sixty-five percent. I am leaving these keys with you. For a car and a house in none other than Sunnydale.
I have a feeling that you will heading back there soon. So, just in case, no more tunnel, warehouse or crypt living for my favourite undead guy.
And most of my staff in Cancun are human with a couple of Claylock demons for protection if you want. You cannot eat any of my staff. That means no feeding at all! Their families have worked for me for over a hundred years and are extremely loyal. I know that you'll do right by me. Someone will be at the airport waiting for you. Oh yeah. The pictures on the passport and driver license are computer generated. They look good, don't they? Bye Will. Luv, Karah.
P.S. an old friend of yours might come by for a visit.
"An old friend?" Spike was mildly amused. He wondered who this 'old friend' could be.
TBC.