Part 3 – Spike
“Giles!” Willow yelled as she slammed through his front door. It crashed open, knocking the man who’d been on the other side holding it up to his back. Willow tripped and landed on top of him, his arms coming up to catch her automatically.
“Good morning, my dear” the words rumbled in his chest as he tried to contain a chuckle.
She couldn’t help but grin and blush, looking down at him from her rather comfortable position. “Hey yourself.”
“Okay,” Xander’s voice came from behind the half re-attached door. “Just because I said I was fine with you two being all cuddly, doesn’t mean I want any of the visuals.”
“Sorry,” Willow giggled, rolling off her human mattress.
Giles sat up and straightened his glasses. “Was there a reason you felt the need to impersonate a human wrecking ball?”
“Oh, yeah,” She got to her feet and grabbed his arm to help him up. “Buffy and I just had a long talk, and she told me she came here first this morning, and I was worried that you’d be a little… you know, after telling her about it.”
“I’m fine, Willow. Buffy already knew all she needed to, and I told her as much. I hope she didn’t pry forth more than you wanted to tell, though I dare say it was far more than I’d be comfortable with anyone apart from us knowing.”
Willow ducked her head. “She needed to know what I did to you.”
“Luv,” he tenderly lifted her chin. “You’ve done nothing but bring light into my life. Never forget that. It was Spike who--”
“That’s it… Spike!”
“What about him?” Giles asked, confused.
“I think Buffy’s going to do something to him.”
The Watcher shook his head. “Buffy lost Spike last night. She told me.”
“That’s what she told me, too. But, when she just left me, she was really upset and muttering about having a vampire to deal with.”
Xander joined the conversation. “So what? Spike should have been taken out a long time ago. I hope she finally stakes that son of a--”
“Xander, this isn’t about Spike. It’s about Buffy. He can’t defend himself anymore,” Willow said.
“I have as much reason to want him dust as any, but Willow’s right. Once that line is crossed there’s no turning back. Trust me.”
Willow bit her lip. “If she did catch him and stash him somewhere, where would she be?”
Xander looked back and forth between them, trying to decide if he should interfere in Spike’s fate. He sighed at their clear worry for Buffy’s sake. “I know where I’d take him after what we found out last night. They’re at the factory.”
“The scene of his crime,” Giles said evenly.
“We have to go stop her,” Willow grabbed his hand and pulled. The Watcher nodded, reaching for his jacket.
Xander stepped back from the reach of her other hand. “I’ll be here working when you get back.”
“You’re not coming?”
He shook his head. “If I’m ever in the same room with Spike again, I’ll stake him myself. Helpless or not.”
Giles nodded, understanding the boy’s feelings perfectly. His anger on their behalf was rather moving. With one last check of his pockets, he followed Willow out the door.
Spike tried to pull at the chains binding him to the posts at the foot of the bed again. They held fast, even against vampire strength. He rolled his head back will a slight chuckle, remembering that he had set the bolts firm himself years ago.
A loud crack echoed through the room as what was left of the heavy wooden door exploded off its hinges. The Slayer stood there, staring at him with a dark hatred he had never before seen in her eyes.
There was a smirk on Spike’s lips as she slowly paced toward him. “Done interrogatin’ the others, are you, Slayer? Ready to start on me now?”
“Tell me what you did to them, Spike,” Buffy growled.
“You leave anything left of the old man?” the vampire continued lightly. “Give him what for ‘cause he was a naughty, little boy?”
She grabbed the short hair at the back of his head and yanked it down to make him look up at her. “Shut up and tell me!”
“A bit difficult--” a hard backhand brought blood to the corner of his mouth. Spike slowly licked it away and smiled in dark triumph. “Feels good, doesn’t it, Girl? To not give a damn about the rules. To do what’s right for you and yours. Finally ready to let yourself go, Slayer?”
“Is this what you wanted all along? My complete attention?” She slapped him, snapping his head the other direction. “Well, you have it now. So start talking!”
Spike chuckled again. “Didn’t you pull enough outta your groupies?” He looked up into her eyes. “No, you didn’t, did you? Let me guess. You got almost nothing from the Watcher. Only that he failed little Red and is a very bad man for what he did… And the witch, well she remembers the night completely different. Told you all about the rutting knight in shining armor coming to her rescue and turning her into a woman.”
“Why did you make them do it?” Buffy muttered.
Spike shrugged the best he could with his arms bound and spread above his head. “Seemed like a laugh at the time. Was dead on ‘bout it getting your goat too, even all this time later.” A straight punch threatened to break his nose. “Bloody hell,” Spike groaned.
“Tell me what you did.”
The vampire shook the pain away and grinned, “Make me.” Buffy hit him again, only this time he laughed. “That all you got, Slayer? Just gonna keep poundin’ on me? Should ask the old man to teach you some better torture techniques. He’s experienced on both sides, remember?” His smile brightened as her expression turned to pain. “Have to admit, what I did was only a bit of fun compared to the company of good ol’ Angelus. I listened to the screams of your Watcher for hours that night. Was like music. Of course, didn’t act like much of a retired librarian when you left me at his mercy all those weeks. And he didn’t even remind you to bring the holy water now that it’s your turn?” At the next punch stars exploded behind Spike’s eyes.
“You’re a pig, Spike.” Buffy walked away and returned a few moments late with a wooden chair. She sat in front of the vampire and grabbed his jaw to make him look at her. “Now tell me,” she growled with steel in her gaze.
“You don’t really want the truth, Slayer. You just want some kind of confession that I’m still evil before you stake me. Well I am, so ya’ might as well get on with it.”
“I do want the truth,” Buffy insisted.
Spike gave a dark, low laugh. “You’ll never have him like she did. Never touch him that close. Never know the secrets they whisper to each other. Now you’re just askin’ to torture yourself.” She stayed silent and glared at him. “The truth is, I’m love’s bitch. Was that night I was hell bent on winning Dru back. Likely still am and always will be. When I came back here and saw them all cuddled up together, both their heart-rates soaring, both of them giving off the tell-tale sighs neither would admit to… I couldn’t help it. Why not let them get a taste of what they were missing and crave what they’d never get again for the rest of their pathetic existences. Then they’d be just like me.”
“You’re saying you were giving them what they wanted.”
“Ain’t that a kick, hey Slayer? Father figure there lusting after your little friend all along. And lil’ Red just dyin’ for any chance to jump his bones. All the pheromones flyin’ ‘round in here that night was enough to make me dizzy. How could a demon like me pass up the chance to let my prey destroy themselves? Rupes knew he wanted her, now he’ll never forgive himself for giving into his own dirty, little desires.”
Buffy shook her head. “No. You would have killed them it they didn’t do what you wanted. They have nothing to blame themselves for because it was all your fault.”
“Got that story from Red, didn’t you?” Spike grinned. He could see the uncertainty creeping into her eyes.
“Even if what you say is true, they would have never acted on any of it. Especially Giles. Even when it wasn’t his fault, he still feels… We’re not animals like you vamps!”
“Well, technically you humans are more animal than--” Buffy lashed out with another backhand, but the pleased gleam remained in his eyes. “Watcher still feelin’ guilty? I can tell you why that is, Slayer. I sat right in that chair you’re in now and witnessed the whole thing. The way he pawed his filthy hands over every tiny inch of her young, supple body. The way his fingers slid deep inside her. The way he so eagerly tasted her sweet essence. And, when he was finally done with all his foreplay, the sounds of pure pleasure he made when shoving his hard prick into her tight, virgin pussy. He’s guilty because he knows how much he wanted and enjoyed every moment.”
“Shut up, Spike,” Buffy shook her head.
“And then there was the innocent, little Willow… She was ready for him at the mere mention of the possibility. I gave him the chance to take her and her knickers were dripping that instant. Watched him strip off and couldn’t wait to get her hot, little hands on him. So encouraging, so unwilling to let him find another way out. She took that wrinkled, old cock like the sex starved bint she was. Devouring him, trying to suck his whole being inside her juicy, clutching cun--”
“Stop!” she shouted with a punch that rocked his head back hard. But Spike laughed, licking at the blood now flowing from his nose.
“It’s turning you on, isn’t it, Slayer? The thought of them moving together in that naughty, carnal dance. I can smell it on you like I smelled it on her.”
“No,” Buffy hit him again. It only spurred him on.
“Can’t say I blame you. Turned me on to watch them. Never thought anyone could make a virgin look that good. I wanted my chance at your spitfire friend, but the Watcher wasn’t having it. When he finished with her, he took me, too. Brutal and without mercy it was. I hadn’t been taken like that since Angelus.” Buffy’s eyes widened. “Your poof of a boyfriend never told you ‘bout any of that, did he? Did you think you were his one and only? Looks like you know as much ‘bout him as your doddery, old Watcher. Those were the hands of experience that made me scream and spurt that night.”
The Slayer jumped up and threw the chair down, smashing it. She picked up a sharp splinter of leg as a stake and brandished it threateningly. “He was protecting Willow! If you hadn’t gone back on your word he wouldn’t have had to do any of it!”
“True. But now that you’ve heard, you’ll never be able to look at him without wondering who with or when ever again.”
“I’m gonna dust you for what you did to them.”
“You should. To be honest, I was still planning to kill them after everything that night. What better way to weaken you, Slayer? I was close enough to taste the old wanker’s blood. But then your best friend started weeping, and your Watcher went to pieces. It was much more delicious to leave them with the memory of what they’d done for the rest of their measly lives. Plus, there was the bonus of you never trusting them again. Didn’t expect they could keep the secret so long.” He looked defiantly at her through half swollen eyes. “It’s only a matter of time before the guilt and resentment get the better of them now. I think I’ll make it my new joy in life to help that along. Which one do you think will end the pain first? You can’t protect them, Girl. Even now, I’ll still take them away from you.”
“You will never come near them again!” Buffy roared, lunging at him with the stake.
Willow’s shriek of, “Buffy, No!” sounded distant in the Slayer’s pounding ears. She froze, the point of her weapon resting against the broad chest that suddenly appeared in front of her.
“Bloody hell,” Spike groused, but no one paid him any attention as Giles gently took the stake from her shaking hand and reached out to cup her cheek. His slayer collapsed against him, sobbing.
“He can’t… I won’t let him,” Buffy babbled as she wept.
Giles tenderly passed her into Willow’s comforting arms and turned to deal with the vampire.
“Finally getting your wish?” Spike panted up at the man glaring down at him. His swollen eyelids and split lips making him nearly blind as he slurred his words. The Watcher remained silent as he unlocked the chains and dragged the vampire away from the girls. “What?” Spike chuckled through the pain he couldn’t hide. “Gonna have your way with me again before takin’ your revenge?”
Giles spun him so they were face to face. Shoving something into the vampire’s hand, he ground out, “This is what I owe you for helping me yesterday, Spike. I suggest you take it and leave town for good.”
“Not goin’ anywhere until I get this bloody chip outta my head. Might as well have your girl dust me now.”
The Watcher grabbed Spike by the hair and forced their eyes to meet. “You don’t fool me. I can see it in your eyes behind all the bravado. You’re afraid of death, afraid of the hell that’s surely waiting for you. You know I would never allow Buffy to take a defenseless life. There is a price for that I will never let her bear the burden of. Her soul is pure and will remain that way. She’s a hero, you see. Not like us.”
“Us? Then what’s your excuse?”
A wicked grin curved Giles’ lips. “I like to see the fear in you. To watch you scramble around, trying to convince yourself that you still amount to one damn thing. You fear death, but life terrifies you even more. I won’t dust you because I enjoy your suffering too much.”
An imperceptible shudder ran through Spike, having already seen the darkness in the man before him. “I’ll still be ‘round to keep reminding you of what you can’t have, Watcher,” he spat, glancing pointedly at Willow.
“That’s what you’ll never understand, Vampire,” Giles replied. “I do have Willow in my life in every way that truly matters to me. You will never be able to take that away from me.” He pushed the stumbling blonde toward the door. “If you are determined to stay in Sunnydale, I suggest you find a deep hole to crawl into. The Initiative is still out there hunting for you, and we will no longer provide you any assistance. If I were you, I’d disappear for a good long time.”
Spike opened his mouth to spit a reply, but all he got was the man’s back as he walked away.
“I’ve got you… It’s all right…” Willow murmured soothing words as she held her shaking friend. Her eyes lifted to see the approaching Watcher and he nodded that the vampire had been dispatched. “It’s over now. He’s gone.”
“I won’t let him hurt you.” Buffy turned her head to see Giles and pulled him into a crushing three-way hug. “I don’t care if you guys are together or not. He can’t take you away from me. I need you both in my life. I can’t lose you.”
“Buffy,” Giles soothed, stroking her hair and ignoring the painful pressure on his ribs. “We aren’t going anywhere. We both love you. Nothing is going to change that.”
“That’s right,” Willow added. “Yes, I love Giles. But, even if he didn’t turn me down all the time, he’s a part of you. And so am I. We’re all Scoobies. No evil force on Earth will ever change that.” She tugged at Buffy’s chin to look into her eyes. “We’re here for you and always will be.”
Buffy buried her head between them and squeezed tighter.
“Umm… Buffy,” Giles grunted. “Slayer strength. It’s getting rather difficult to breathe.”
She loosened her grip, but didn’t let them go. “What did you do with Spike?” she asked after a few more long moments.
“That doesn’t matter,” Giles murmured. “He’s not a threat to us or anyone else anymore. I’d be surprised if we ever saw him again.”
Buffy looked up at her Watcher, unshed tears making her eyes sparkle. “I won’t let anyone take you and hurt you again, I promise. I know lately it seems like I’ve forgotten about you, but it’s not true. You’re always there when I need you. Knowing that makes me feel like I have a chance in this world.”
Giles swallowed hard as words failed him.
The Slayer turned to Willow and added, “And I would be completely lost without my best friend. I need you, too, and whatever makes you happy, I can deal with.” The witch began to tear up as well. “Even if it’s…” her eyes glanced toward the Watcher.
“Let’s…” Giles cleared his throat. “Let’s get out of this dreadful place. I know Xander is waiting for us, and I wouldn’t mind never thinking on this room ever again.”
“Really?” Willow peeped as they moved together to leave. “Because I have some pretty nice memories that happened here.”
“Willow…” Giles growled a light warning.
“There was this one guy with a very cute little butt…”
Giles groaned good-naturedly and, as she walked between them, Buffy realized that the playful teasing didn’t bother her much at all. She loved them both, and that was all that mattered.