Theres's Death, There's Glory and Sod All Else

Theres's Death, There's Glory and Sod All Else . Spike. 150. Vampire. Struck a deal with a certain Blonide and the rest is history. The Big Bad is back and this time he's with the Butcher. {{Buffyverse 1x1 rp blog}}

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Aspen just stared at him. Let a vampire turn her? It was stupid and rash. How the hell had she not thought of it herself? She blinked, still processing. As much as Aspen wanted to fire back some witty retort, she was at a loss. People weren’t supposed to want to become demons—hell, she wasn’t sure she wanted to—but it’d be sort of perfect, wouldn’t it? The girl who had been cast aside from the slayers becoming a vampire herself. And then bringing down every blasted girl that had taken the birthright Aspen so desperately thought she deserved. God, was she crazy enough to really be considering it?

She was about to speak when Spike mentioned that he’d killed a couple slayers before. Her look of disdain softened, turning to awe instead. Aspen tilted her head as she looked at him, noticing the scar on his eyebrow and the defined muscles on his body. Okay, maybe he was kind of a bad ass. Except then he started talking again. Really shattered the illusion. ”What’s sad is that even though I don’t have all that power and just this medieval torture device, I am still kicking your ass,” Aspen said with a smirk, “Now, why is that, O Bad Ass One. Cause you’re selling something that I am just not buying. Two slayers? Really?”

Stay focused, eyes on the prize. His suggestion had rattled her, more than she would have liked to admit. Her thoughts were flying everywhere, but Aspen tried to force herself to concentrate. She couldn’t let Spike get to her, not when she was so close to finishing him off. But, fuck if she wasn’t seriously thinking about what it would be like to be able to tear apart some delusional watcher and his slayer. The rush, the excitement, the honor…

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Was that flicker on her face? Was she considering what he said? Bloody hell, he hoped so. His options were running scarce. But she seemed to be examining him, looking at him a little differently. He made sure to stop messing with the chains above his head while she was doing her one over. Best not to alert her to the fact he was desperately looking for a way out and the talking was all him making some time for himself.

"Come on. Badass or otherwise, I'm not blind." His eyes scanned up and down her body. At least those could move without too much pain. She was still in the white lingerie she'd shown off earlier, but there were a few red stains on it. And of course she still had that knife in her hand. It was almost unnerving how attractive her found her just then. Almost. Cause after all, it just mostly made sense in a way. Leave it to him to be attracted to the women that could cut him down to little pieces on way or another. Figured.

For a moment, it looked like he was going to let her do just that. But he couldn't spill the whole bit about not being able to harm her. It'd ruin this whole I can turn you bit. Because as of now, he really couldn't. Sodding hell, just his luck. Get the girl interested in a proposition you can't fulfill. Still, maybe if he ranted and whined about the Initiative, he'd have enough time maneuver these chains a little longer. He might only need just that. He was getting close to being able to escape. Sort of. Maybe. Not really. But buying time was buying time and his was looking a little short. "Please you're only 'kicking my ass' as you put it because of the government, Blondie." He carefully did what he could to test the chains while he watched the reaction across her face. "Yeah you heard me. Some solider boys shoved this computer chip in my brain. Won't let me hurt humans without a nice searing pain shooting through my head. It's really lovely. Still, managed to escape them. And I'll find a way to get it out my head if it's the last I do."

"So yeah. Well before all that, there were two slayers. One in China, one in New York. Both of them had more power in their finger than you. Funny cause you were all promised that power, right? Someone didn't fulfill the order. Guess you weren't good enough for them." The chains weren't budging and the pain was getting to him. Speaking wasn't too much fun in this condition. All he had left, though. "Could show them, you know. Take the power all yourself. Screw their choosing ceremonies and what not. Or are you scared, Blondie?"

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As he laughed, Aspen swallowed hard. She fumed silently, refusing to let him know just how badly it hurt. He didn’t deserve to laugh at her, not like this and not because of how she’d failed. Spike’s words stung, ripping open the wound that she’d long since pretended had healed. She wasn’t, hadn’t been, good enough to be a slayer. The last thing she needed was for him to remind her of how she’d failed, of that sinking disappointment and shame she’d felt when she’d learned. Aspen’s mouth pursed, struggling to keep her composure as he ranted. He knew just what he was doing, she was sure of it. Everything Spike said ripped apart her heart, but she couldn’t let him know. She couldn’t be weak in front of him even if he had to know that she was struggling to not break. Anger, that was something she could do, but the fact that she could feel herself near tearing up? That was far from acceptable.

"Do what?" Aspen asked, her voice timid with curiosity. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Spike had her attention. What the hell was there that she hadn’t thought of? What could he know she wanted? Yeah, he had the power bit down, but she couldn’t think of anything else. "What aren’t you telling me?" she asked, a little harsher as she glared, "As if you could know something I don’t." Aspen tacked on the last bit quickly, not wanting him to know just how badly she wanted him to answer her. Power. She craved it. If he had a way for her to get it, she’d do anything.

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He was in all kinds of agony, but that didn't keep the smirk off his face at her question. Bait taken, then. "Oh, you know. Get some vamp to turn you. Get a real taste of that power you're so desperate to beat out of me." Alright so he couldn't actually turn her. He couldn't even try. But she didn't know that yet. And she didn't need to. She just had to take one hand out of these chains. Just one. And he could book it out of here. He could easily suffer whatever headache it would take to knock her out.

His breath was still short and each word still hurt but this was his only shot at getting out. So he kept on talking. And loving every little reaction he got out of her. Oh he'd hit the sore spot. And even through his pain he could see how much it had shaken her. She was exactly the kinda place where this could work. "Trust me, pet. I know plenty of things you don't. I know slayers for one. Killed two of 'em in my time." He really wanted to add that he'd lived near a century and a half. And that she wasn't going to be the bitch to do him in. But it seemed like the wrong time to rile her up when she was falling right into his little trap there. No, he had to go a different direction with this. One that would actually help.

"I also know what power feels like. Draining the life out of someone. I know exactly how much you can drink so that they still scream. Cause I'm sure you know it's not worth it if they don't scream. And I know the rush you get when you're in a fight. Enhanced strength comes in handy, you know. You think you feel powerful now, beating me down while I'm chained up and can't fight back. Imagine doing all this and coming out on top without the medieval torture device." For a moment he had to consider what she'd be like as a vampire. Terrifying. Actually, it could be interesting. Too bad it couldn't happen under his doing. 

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She grunted as his boots hit the side of her jaw, wincing at the pain as she fell back. Fuck that hurt. Aspen pressed her hand against her chin as she stood up. Alright, so he'd hurt her. It wasn't like it was going to happen again. She could see the exhaustion through the anger in Spike's eyes. There wasn't going to be a next hit, there wasn't. As long as she kept calm and didn't--

"What?" Aspen demanded, her hair flying out wildly as she spun around to stare at him, "What did you just say to me?" Heat rose on her chest. How dare he. How dare he say that she was weak. Weak? She was far from it. She had power, she did! Just because she wasn't supernaturally gifted...that didn't mean anything. Clenching her teeth, Aspen swung out at him. Her fist hit his jaw, a fair hit, but it didn't help. She knew it hadn't hurt Spike, not really. Shaking her fist, she paced in front of him.

"I have power. I got you here didn't I? You're just upset. Yeah, you're annoyed. You don't realize what you're saying. You're just ranting to make yourself feel better. Because I'm special even though I don't have 'power' in the way you do. Your power is--" Aspen paused, running her hands through her hair. She smoothed it down and took a breath. It didn't matter, it didn't matter. Spike was trying to psyche her out and it wasn't going to work. "Your power doesn't matter because I'm going to kill you all the same. Doesn't that make it hurt the worst? That you're supposed to have the power yet I'm the one that's going to be running a stake through your heart? I will have power, I will prove myself. I don't need your fucking slayer legacy to give me shit!"

She panted, torn between the present and the past. No one could tell her she wasn't good enough, that she wasn't special enough. She could be a god damn Chosen One if she wanted to be. And fuck anyone who didn't like it. She just wanted power and she deserved it.

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Slayer legacy. Did she just say slayer legacy? He started laughing. Cackling, really. Long and hard. Partially from the sever pain that was really starting to sink in. But even more so from the fact that he was being tortured to death by a failed slayer. How poetic. The vampire who couldn't bite people being chained up and tortured by the slayer who never got called. They could write a novel on that one. "So. Someone wasn't chosen, that it?" He finally asked once he'd caught his breath between the laughter. She was all riled up now. Didn't take him long to find a sore point. Convenient. Given his situation, he probably shouldn't keep on poking the bear since she poked back. With knives. But the pain, though truly painful, didn't matter much anymore. Not when a few more skewers in his gut as a result of some mild teasing could be his ticket out of here.

"Shame really. Cause they coulda used another rogue slayer to fill in while Faith was all in a coma and all." If he kept talking, maybe something would present itself. Some sort of angle he could use against her. Clearly he couldn't fight his way out of this one, much as that upset him. But he'd learned pretty well over the past year that he could talk his way out of more than you'd think. Talked his way out of being killed by the government's attempt at Frankenstein's monster and all. And talked his way out of getting killed by the scoobies plenty of times. Course that said more against them than for him but all the same. "Funny that the dead girl come back to life and the slayer gone murderous was still a better pick over you. At least according to whoever did the picking."

Then it hit him. The angle. This could work. Oh it could be prefect. He just had to present it well enough. And try to get the words out of his raw throat. It would be really fantastic if those vampire healing powers worked a little faster. "I'm surprised you didn't do it yet. You know, considering how much you want the power." Come on, Blondie. Take the bait. Ask what he was on about.

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She wiped the spit from her face, upper lip curled with disgust. “That wasn’t nice,” she growled, letting the knife cut deeper into his neck. Spike’s blood flowed out, a bit faster than his other wounds. Good. That would remind him who was really in control here. Aspen stepped back and set the knife on the desk. “I don’t think you really grasp the situation at hand here,” she said, her voice eerily calm as she rearranged the things in her chest, “I want you to beg for your life. I’m really not going to get what I want out of this and a gentleman really should always try to please a lady, don’t you think?” She found the second water bottle and smiled as she grabbed it. “Now, before you say that I don’t count because I’m not a lady, well, I wouldn’t exactly call you a gentleman. In fact, you really should clean out that mouth of yours.”

Aspen unscrewed the cap, tossing it aside as she walked back up to him. In a fluid motion, she punched him in the jugular, right where the still bleeding wound was, making him yell out. As soon as Spike’s mouth was open, she forced the bottle into it. The holy water gushed out and she watched as he thrashed. If it’d hurt that much when she’d just splashed him, well, it must have really been painful to burn him up from the inside. Aspen tapped the end of the bottle, making sure every last drop had been emptied inside of him before taking it out.

"If you need a moment before you can talk again to beg I completely understand. I’d offer you a cough drop, but I don’t think that’d really help you out. Sorry, buttercup," she said with a light smile. Reaching her hand into the chest, Aspen pulled out a long metal stake. It was thin yet sturdy, sharpened on nearly every side to cut through easier. "Oh, and I haven’t forgotten about your legs. I’m giving you the full body experience. I want every inch of you to burn before I snuff you out." Bending down, she stabbed his right leg, gritting her teeth as she pushed the skewer through. "Hold still, honey," she mumbled, "I want to go through your other leg too. Pretty resourceful, huh?"

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His eyes were wide as he trashed form the pain, trying everything he could to keep the burning water from going down his throat but it was no use. He tried to choke it up, close his throat, something, anything to keep it from going down, but she held his head back so that wasn't an option. He tried to scream as he could feel it all rushing through his throat and chest, all the way through him. He couldn't make a sound at first, it hurt too much. It felt like his lungs and vocal chords had burned right up and were gone. The wound on his throat barely compared. He might have forgotten it if he couldn't feel the blood from it gushing down his chest.

He barely got a chance to recover. God she was truly twisted. Worst part was he might have found this really attractive, too, if he weren't on the receiving end. As if he wasn't in enough pain, already, every scream that left his lips now burned through his throat. Might hurt less if she had ripped his vocal chords out at this point. If they were even still in tact, he figured they were only still there because they hurt so much they had to be there.

The irony of a metal spike bring rammed through his legs wasn't lost on him. The only thing that gave him some sort of comfort was imagining himself shoving it through her skull. Like hell he was going to hold still for her. That chip couldn't possibly provide any more pain than she was doing right now so he used his last bit of mobility he had left to kick her. He was aiming for her face but sod if he cared at the moment. He didn't even get a real chance to relish in it because his head was throbbing instantly. Yeah, definitely hurt less than the bloody holy water. "One thing you should know about me," he struggled to say, his voice gravely, "I don't beg." Every word was agony. But he spat them out anyway. "Especially not from bottle blonde bitches on a power trip." He was breathless and could feel the blood spilling from his neck every time he moved his lips. But if these were gonna be his last words, he was going to say it all. "You can bleed me til I'm dry but I still got more power in my kneecap than you got period." Ignoring the fact that using any of it on her sent his head spiraling into suffering but she didn't need to know that. And the fact she had the advantage here. It was a coward's kill, though. He'd take a little pride in that. She wouldn't have a shot in a real fight.

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Aspen screamed as she flew back, hitting the wall opposite him hard. Legs. She’d forgotten the legs. Wiping her hair back, she growled as she pushed herself up. Bitch. He was going to pay. This peroxide idiot wasn’t going to get away with that. Except…why had Spike recoiled too? It was as though he’d been in pain as well. Except all he had done was hurt her. Aspen smiled, brushing herself off. Interesting.

Still, she was angry. She rushed him, throwing herself into slashing her knife across his chest. The blood seeped out, making her smile. Good, yes. He was paying. Aspen clenched her teeth, pressing the blade against his throat. It bit into the skin slightly, not fully cutting into him yet the threat was there and real. 

"Stop me, Spike. Make me stop," she whispered, beginning to press it into his neck, "Hurt me." Her eyes searched his, waiting for whatever he would do and wondering if it would have the same effect. Maybe this was going to be even better than she’d thought, more than just a kill. "Because I’m going to kill you, you’re going to be dead by my hand come morning. And if you can’t do anything about it? It’s really gonna hurt."

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Bitch thought she was so damn clever. Forgot to secure his legs. The look on her face was priceless. Completely worth the extra zeal she used when flinging her knife into his chest once more. He growled with the pain but he was nearly becoming numb to it now. Let her keep going. He'd only feel the skin there for so much longer. Hell, she could flay it all off him at this point. Less nerve endings to feel. Maybe he'd go into shock, that might be nice.

He kept his eyes hard focused on hers as she pressed the blade against his throat. Of course she'd figured out something was off. The fact that he was inflicted with pain when he knocked her back. The smirk on her face gave it away by itself but the remarks only further cemented that. That fucking smirk. If this were a fair fight, he'd have snapped her neck in two seconds. Sod the pain. Might have a headache for about a week. But she'd be dead a lot longer than that. He hocked back and spat in her face. Most he could do. Which was pathetic, but it made him feel a little better.

"Would that I could, believe you me," he snarled. "But I'll have to settle for cheap tricks. Think you know all about those." God it would be so nice to kick the crap out of her. She was close enough. But he wasn't going to risk kicking her and her driving the knife into his throat while his head thrashed back from whatever pain that damn government technology in his brain caused him. He'd recover from that sort injury, sure. But it would take a while and it'd be painful. And it would make this whole impossible escape thing a lot less possible than it already was.

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She laughed. “Aw, baby, did I hurt you?” Aspen asked, batting her eyes up at him. “Such a pouty lip.” Her eyes glinted as she kissed his bottom lip, biting it as she pulled back. Fuck, this felt good. Spike’s scream was on replay in her head, egging her on. There wasn’t anything she’d rather do in this moment. God, was she already relished? She hadn’t even killed him yet and she was basking in the glory. Aspen shrugged, jabbing the blade straight into his gut. It wasn’t like he was going away. His death was happening, there wasn’t doubt about that.

"You see, the thing is, you don’t fucking deserve what you’ve got," she said, twisting the knife as she glared up at him, "Not only are you a demon bastard, but you’re fucking idiotic enough to let me take you home? You don’t deserve to live. Really, I’m doing you a favor, Spike." Aspen yanked the knife out, wiping the blood off onto his chest. "By the way, my name definitely isn’t Tiffany. I mean, Tiffany? Could I have gotten more stereotypical?"

Her heart rate was going up, excitement rising in her chest. It felt good, just so good to be doing this. She didn’t need anything else but this moment. Working out every bit of tension and issue that Aspen had wrapped up inside of herself felt good, especially when it meant killing him.

"I bet you feel pretty stupid right now," she said, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet as she went to pull out her chest of weapons, "Well, I can’t imagine you actually feel smart. Poor little dumb blonde. As if looking like Billy Idol wasn’t enough. Kind of sucks." Rummaging through the chest, she settled on a peculiar looking blade. It was circular with small spikes cut out and attached to a handle.

"Be honest," she said as she placed the blade on his chest. Aspen yanked down, his skin tearing open. "Does it hurt?"

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He considered ripping her lips right off her then and there but then he remembered the chip. And the fact that she had already bitten into his didn't help the matter, either. He settled for growling and grinding his teeth instead. He'd figure something out, a way out of this. He made it over a century no little bitch with a power trip was taking him down like this. She was going to be a pain, though. As evidence by the knife rammed into his skin. Spike made every effort not to make a sound in reaction, but it wasn't possible. "Not Tiffany, huh?" he spat at her. "Well truth was I didn't remember it either way. So guess it doesn't matter now. Course if you're gonna kill me." She wasn't, he wasn't dying today. Not at her hands. But best to play into it. "You could at least do me the favor of letting me know your actual name. Makes cursing it a lot easier."

As he spoke, he took the down time to check the wrist restraints. He fiddled with his hands to try and see what he could discover. Unfortunately, they were fairly solid. She'd done her homework. Great. Still, maybe if he could just get enough force on them he could yank one out. The ceiling couldn't be that sturdy after all. But even if that didn't work, he had one idea that would at least make him feel better. If he was going to die and all, we was going to get a shot in. "I feel stupid alright. Have to hand it to you Blondie, you played me pretty well. But for the record, Idol? He copied me. At least get it right." Taking advantage of the fact this little conversation left her already reveling in her success, he figured it was safe enough to wrap his hands around the chains, get a good grip on them with his hands. Take the pressure off his wrists.

He nearly let go when she drove the knife through him again. But he held on. At least this time he was a tad more prepared. It took all he had to hold back his scream. He was used to pain. He could handle this. At least that was what he was telling himself. Still required him to bite his tongue pretty much literally to keep it all inside.

He waited to reply until the knife was no longer embedded into his flesh. Course his flesh wasn't exactly attached anymore either. "Maybe a little bit. This might hurt a tick more, though." With that, he pulled himself up by the chains and swung a kick to her chest. Immediately, he was hit with a tidal wave of pain shooting through his head. Think he'd be used to it by now. Still left him wailing like always. Didn't help that his grip on the chains slipped and his wrists were jerked in the clasps. But seeing that blonde bindt stumbling back? Worth it. Ever bit of pain was worth that. Even if she was surely going to make him pay for it. Not that the sodding initiative already made sure of that. The self inflicted pain felt a lot more like a victory, though.

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"I have to keep it tight," she said with a shrug. Aspen’s not so natural charm was starting to wind down, the hard edge in her voice becoming more and more apparent. She had him where she wanted him, there was no need to keep up the act. Tiffany was on her way back to whatever airhead planet she was from. It really wasn’t going to work out well for Spike. Poor guy. He probably was going to wish he was human in a couple minutes; it would have taken a lot more for her to consider killing him then.

Cocking her head, she smiled as she slid to her knees, running her nails down to his body leaving red scratch marks in her wake. Aspen kissed the pale skin of his stomach, wandering her fingers down to his jeans. With one hand she undid the button and began to unzip his jeans while the other searched for the knife she kept under her bed. A smile crossed her face as her hand brushed over the sharp metal and found it’s way to the handle.

"What I keep wondering is," she said, inching down his jeans and running her tongue over the bare skin before continuing, "Is just how long—" Aspen gripped the knife tightly in her hand, lovingly caressing the hard shaft. "It takes for a vampire to bleed out." Quickly, she slashed the blade against his stomach. It wasn’t deep—no, she wanted to enjoy this—but blood began to drip down.

"You see," Aspen said, getting up from her knees so that she could look him right in the eyes as she smirked, "The only thing that gets me off more than chains is listening to a demon scream right before I kill him." Without waiting for a retort, she grabbed a water bottle of water from the rickety motel desk. It looked harmless enough, but as Aspen unscrewed the cap and started to pour its contents down Spike’s body, she knew the holy water would make him burn.

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Spike watched her intently as she lowered herself down to the ground. His smirk grew wider as her nails dug across his skin. Even if she wouldn't be around tomorrow, those marks would. Not that he was complaining. Whoever she was, she knew just how to pix pleasure and–

He yowled as he felt sharp pain across his torso. Sodding hell. Was that a bloody knife? Felt like a blade. This wasn't the first time he'd faced one of those, he knew what it felt like. and sure enough, it was. She'd slashed him. That bitch had run a knife across him. Where had that thing even come from? It wasn't in her hand before. He might've noticed that. And now he was bleeding. Wasn't a deep cut but a little warning mighta been nice.

"What the bloody hell was that?" he growled through grit teeth. "And how in sodding hell did you know I was a vampire?" Great. He picked up the one girl who was out to kill him. Slowly, too. Wasn't even going to be able to go out with a fight. Cause even if he wasn't chained up, he couldn't have defended himself against her. Damn chip. Bloody perfect this was. As if his year hadn't already been right terrible. God, it might actually be a relief to see the slayer right about now. At least if she was going to kill him she'd make it a fight. Well, or at least quick. This was just downright dirty.

Oh and now she was going to go get a drink, was she? Going to take her sweet time with this. Well then, that was fine. Bitch could take all the time she wanted. "You know, luv, if you wanted to play rough, all you had to do was SAY." His last word came out as a scream as she poured the holy water down his chest and his skin began to sizzle. Spike clenched his jaw trying to hold back his cries of pain. Didn't want to give her the satisfaction of his screaming. Course, it only worked so well. Who the hell was this bitch? And what in sodding hell was wrong with her?

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01. Psycho Killer – Talking Heads // 02. Bad Things – Jace Everett // 03. Do You Wanna – The Kooks // 04. Burgundy – Warpaint // 05. Blood on My Name – The Brothers Bright // 06. Control – Garbage // 07. My Heart, Your Hands – Dommin // 08. No Light, No Light – Florence and the Machine // 09. Heart in a Cage – The Strokes // 10. Should I Stay or Should I Go – The Clash // 11. Out Here All Night – Damone // 12. Undisclosed Desires – Muse // 13. Born to Die – Lana Del Rey // 14. Just What I Needed – The Cars

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She kissed him roughly as she guided him through the room. Her heart was starting to flutter with anticipation. They were so close to the moment, his life was nearing the end with each step and he didn’t even know it. God, it was practically arousing.

Aspen pulled back as she positioned him beneath the medieval device, biting her lip as she shrugged off the worn leather jacket. Had to keep him interested some way and there was only one thing on Spike’s mind. Well, he probably was planning on drinking her blood at some point too, but she wasn’t exactly going to just spill it on a first date.

Lowering her head shyly, Aspen unzipped the front of her sweatshirt to reveal a white lace bra beneath. She’d found, over the years, that while spending money and effort on clothes was idiotic, the lingerie was a worthwhile purchase. Sliding her hands around his neck, Aspen gently pulled the duster from around his shoulders and tossed it onto the bed. No need to let that grimy thing get in the way. Besides, who knew what the vampire could have tucked away in there. She wasn’t keen on having any surprises besides her own.

"Damn," she whispered, arching an eyebrow as she let her eyes run along the length of his body, "You must work out." At least distracting him was simple enough given that he really was hot. Vampires. Fucking lucky bastards.

Standing on her tiptoes, she kissed up along his jawline until her lips brushed his ear. “Close your eyes,” she whispered, her tongue moving down to tease his earlobe. Spike’s body had already responded to her own so she was confident the close contact was enough to get him to agree. Besides, it was sexy. Apparently. Sliding her hands up his arms, Aspen raised them as her kisses along his neck turned deeper, her teeth digging into his pale skin. The chains clinked against him and she smiled, wrapping them around his wrists firmly. With a click, they were secured and her heart soared. Everything was really coming together, wasn’t it? She grinned against his skin, biting into his neck as she yanked the ends of the chains so that his hung a bit above the ground. Shit. Well, he knew she worked out now. Whatever. Not like his chances had suddenly gotten any better.

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Her heart was pounding in her chest. He could hear it without even trying. And it only made the smirk on his face grow wider. Of course, it also meant her blood was coursing ever faster through her veins. He wasn't sure he would ever stop cursing the fact that he couldn't just tear into her neck at the end of all this without a serious headache. Best instead to enjoy what he could. Which was everything else.

As they paused beneath the chains, clearly her setting him in his place, his hands moved to help her push off her jacket. No one could say she dressed to impress, that was for sure. Still, had to appreciate a girl who didn't spend hours prepping herself. Taking Harmony to that party that one time, he felt like they'd never end up there. She'd spent longer doing her hair than it took him to finish three chapters in whatever it was he was reading at the time. And that didn't include the outfit selection. So at least there was one difference between this blonde and that one.

He was curious to see what was hiding underneath her hoodie and, well, he was definitely rewarded. "Someone came prepared," he said as he leaned in to suck on her neck for a moment before she pushed him away to start removing his own clothes. It was a good thing his body had already reacted in one way or else he might have faced, well, his face changing right then being so close to her artery. He at least had enough control to prevent the fangs from popping out, if nothing else.

His shoulders helped shrug off his jacket. "Hey, be nice to that, been with me a long while." Longer than you've been alive, to be precise but easier to leave that bit out. A smirk spread across his face as her eyes swept across him. Good to know she liked what she saw. "You'd be surprised." The benefit to being immortal, he didn't have to work out all that much to keep up his physique. Either way, he wasn't going to share his workout secrets. Oh yeah, on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays I dust a few vamps, Tuesdays and Thursdays I kill some demons. And weekends I spend my time throwing a few punches back and forth with a certain pesky blonde slayer.

As much as he'd rather just get started, he did as he was told and shut his eyes. All he wanted to do was put his hands all over her, touch every inch of her body. But instead, he let her guide his arms up, wrists locking into the device that hung attached to the ceiling above him.

His eyes flashed open as he felt himself lift from the ground. The expression he gave her was a mix of shock, fear, and a little admiration. Who knew she was capable of that. Well, that could only make the night better. He wasn't arguing. "Looks like I'm not the only one who works out," he remarked with shorter breath. Took a decent amount of core strength to get air. Lucky for him, that wasn't much a necessity. While he was a bit unsure about this being off the ground thing, it seemed like someone knew what she was doing. Hard to argue with a girl like that. Not when it promised to be all kinds of fun.

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"Fucking bitch. No, what do I care? Doesn’t matter what she does. Or who. Not like we’re bloody dating or something like that. And it’s not like I couldn’t go out there and do the same. Just don’t want to is all." Spike grabbed the liquor bottle—the one he hadn’t smashed against the wall of the crypt—and took a long drink. "Bitch."

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Different Kinds of Lust

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She held the keys tight in her fist for a moment before pushing them down into the pocket of her jeans. Leading the way, that she could do. Aspen smiled at him over her shoulder as she walked towards her room. He looked pleased with himself, something that would play to her favor. As long as Spike concentrated on what she was promising him, she’d keep the upper hand.

The hotel was dismal, a dank place that was owned by a man just as pervy as the place looked. Aspen hadn’t seen the need for a more expensive and luxurious accommodation. She was just sleeping there anyway, plus the occasional slayage. Sure, the were cobwebs and a few stains on the puke green wallpaper that had to be contagious, but it was serviceable. She planned on spending most of her time out hunting, anyway.

"Whoops," Aspen mumbled, her fingers fumbling around the room key in her jeans. She imagined her hands feeling thick and fuzzy, letting the key clang to the cement outside her door. Reminding him of her supposed inebriation would do her well if she made a mistake. It would be easier to cover up her true intentions if she could let a well-placed ‘I’m so wasted’ slur out. Spike didn’t seem to be all that bright, he wouldn’t catch on. Hell, he’d met her with a drink in hand. How could he really know how much she had to drink and if she was a lightweight or not? "Sorry," Aspen said breathily, bending over to swipe the key. She giggled lightly with a shrug as she jammed it into the door handle, having to twist it about for a good while before pushing the door open.

"Home sweet home," she said, tossing the key onto the desk, "Sorry it’s not the Ritz or anything. I needed a place to stay and this was the only one with a room available." Aspen grinned as she flicked on desk lamp, crooked shadows dancing over her face. Curling her fingers around his waistband, she yanked Spike towards her. She ignored how good he looked, how natural her own attraction to him was. It was just a part of what he was. Vampires were predators. The chiseled cheekbones that he, for some goddamn reason, kept sucking in where meant to lure her in. Bastard. Tilting her head up, Aspen kissed him gently. Her lips pressed against his softly and carefully as though just wanting to get a taste before diving in.

"So you like getting chained up? Because I think lovely little installation could be a lot of fun." As she spoke, her fingers worked their way up his body before pointing to a hook that was mysteriously drilled into the ceiling. "I mean, if you’re up for it," Aspen said, drawing away to look up at him with her wide blue eyes, "I wouldn’t want to pressure you or anything."

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He matched her smile as he followed her towards the stairs. All he could think was that it was a good thing he drove, she appeared to be near three sheets to the wind. His eyes rolled and he shook his head as she fumbled what felt like forever for her room key. Only to drop her other keys. God, would they get inside already? He pressed his body closer to hers. Which probably wasn't going to get them in the room any faster given it was a bit of a distraction, but it made the wait a little better. At least for him.

"That's alright, pet," he encouraged her as she continued to muddle with the door. He took the extra time it took her to try and open it to brush his fingers against her hair, pushing it off her shoulder. Pressing a little closer to her just before she swiped the key card, he realized her pulse didn't match up with what it really should be for someone truly drunk. It made him raise a brow. Why would she pretend to be drunker than she was? Odds were it was just to appear easier than she was. Or give herself a pass to be. Something like that. Honestly, that seemed a bit beyond Tiffany's grasp. Why would she want to fake that? Was there more she was lying about? Did he really care?

He didn't get much chance to examine all that and just followed her inside. "Don't worry, I'm not all that picky." That much was clear if he was willing to go back to here with a girl who was duller than his most recent ex. If you could call what he had with Harmony a relationship. Still, hard to deny she was gorgeous. Even it was a bit hard to see underneath the ratty clothes and beat up jacket. And any girl who looked like that and offered the promise of a little something more was someone he was going to go home with when push came to shove. Even if she wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.

Before he knew it she was pulling him towards her by the waistband of his jeans. Not that he was going to complain about it. As if he wasn't going to follow her readily. He was beginning to snake his hands along her hips when her lips met his. She may be dumb, but she sure knew what she was doing in this regard. Teasing him to the point where he just wanted more. She knew he wasn't going to say no to much of anything at this point. This was about the point where he should be cautious, he was sure. Being able to be so easily manipulated by a stranger. But what could Tiffany really accomplish other than a good night?

As they walked a little farther, he noticed the chains she'd been on about before they got there. Those looked fun. Course they were drilled into the wall. Odds were he should question why those were there. Curious and all. Little suspicious, too. "You know most hotels, Ritz or not, don't come with those sorts of amenities," he said nodding over to chains. How long had she been staying here? Visiting "friends"? Maybe he should be a little more wary of someone who wasn't telling the whole truth. Then again, he wasn't either. Vampire and all. A painfully non-lethal vampire at the present, but still. Best if they both left whatever they were hiding unsaid as far as he was concerned. It didn't matter that much. Only going to be in each other's lives for the night anyway.

A smirk crossed his face as he looked down at her. "Don't worry, luv, no pressure needed. Well, not for this part at least."

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Blood splattered across her shirt as the body fell to the floor of The Bronze with a thud. No one noticed, not at first, but as Aspen sauntered away a few shocked cries mixed in with the sound of the band playing. A girl pointed, her tone accusing and fearful.

Spike grabbed Aspen by the arm, yanking her into the shadows of the club. ”You need to at least try and be a little more cautious, Blondie. I’m near as reckless as they come and you’re making me look like I sit at home knitting cunning sweater sets.”

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Running If You Call My Name || Drabble

"Fine, well if you think you can make it on your own then just go already." He was tried of trying to explain to the reckless baby vampire exactly why she was going to get herself dusted. But why did that matter to him anyway? Just because he was her sire, didn't mean he had to look after her. She annoyed the piss out of him more often than not. So whatever guilt he was letting sink in was going to be put to a stop right now. "Fine. I'm out of here." And she meant it. Just like that, the door to the crypt was swinging and she was gone. Good riddance. He didn't need her slowing him down. He didn't need anyone. He had been fine on his own before, he'd be fine now.

No more blondie getting them both nearly killed. No more nagging to do this or that. Spike was free to do whatever he wanted. They were going to go find the newest slayer at some point an he was going to let her kill her, let it be her first. But sod that, now the slayer was his. God if only Buffy was still around, kicking her ass would have made him feel significantly better right about now. Course they'd killed her good and fast. Cause if Aspen had said one more time that he didn't have it anymore, couldn't kill off a slayer, he was going to dust her himself. And it's not like the blonde slayer stood a chance up against him for real. Especially not with Aspen around to help. Any moment of the plan that would normally had fallen through in the past that would have been blundered by his wankers of lackies or ruined by sodding Harmony, they weren't this time. No as frustrating as Aspen could be, when they were really in the thick of things together, they were always on the same page. 

Bloody hell, why did he even care so much what Aspen thought of him? She was just a whiney, annoying, stupid, reckless bitch. He didn't need her approval. Didn't want it either. Yeah, she could just go out and do whatever stupid thing she planned on her own. He would... find something to do. Kill things, yeah, he'd go kill things.

No, wait. No chip anymore. He wouldn't just go kill things, he'd go kill someone. He was William the Bloody. He'd been part of the scourge of Europe. Brutally murdered hundreds, maybe thousands of people, who knew he'd lost count at this point. Two of them, now three of them, having been slayers. No blonde bitty bindt of a baby vampire needed to give him a seal of approval. She didn't matter anymore. Walked out of his life, surely to be a pile of dust before sunrise. That was her own bloody fault. Slinging his duster on, he was out the door and on his way to get a meal and a drink. The Bronze was as good a place as any. It came with all kinds of idiots ripe for the picking and there was a full service bar as well. What more could he ask for? Spike strode straight past the main entrance to the back alley. To his delight, there was a girl there in a short skirt smoking all by her lonesome. Bad as the night started out, it was turning around. 

"Got one to spare?" he asked her. He had plenty in his pocket. That obviously wasn't the point. He just needed the excuse to get a little closer.

She looked right over to him like she didn't notice him before that moment. But the smile suggested she liked what she saw. God, this would almost be too easy. Almost. Didn't plan on passing it up. "For you, yeah." She reached into her purse and pulled out a cigarette, holding it out to him. Spike smirked and reached out to her as if to take it. But in one swift motion, his hand was gripping her wrist while the other was clamped to her mouth, his body keeping her pinned to the wall. 

"Thanks, luv, but I actually wanted something else." Right when it looked like her eyes couldn't reflect any more surprise or fear, he shifted into his game face and there was more panic than he 

He tore into her neck and drank deep. How he'd survived near a year without this was still astounding to him. He could feel her racing pulse slow as he drained her. For a moment, he slowed down, paused, considered if he stopped right now she would be alive just enough to turn. This was the moment. Not sure why the thought occurred to him, he never cared much for keeping most people around for eternity. But he'd meant to keep Aspen around. This girl, he could turn, sure. Maybe she'd even listen to him. No, he didn't know this girl, didn't care. No reason to make her a prodigy or even try. Honestly, probably wasn't worth making prodigy in the first place. Oh well. Waste not want not.  

Digging his fangs in a little farther, with one last gulp, Spike drained the last of her. See, Aspen, was it really so hard to do this without making a complete mess? Not even a drop on his jacket as he let her collapse onto the concrete. He wiped the stray blood off his face with is hand, licking the excess of his hand and shifting back to his normal face before actually heading to the entrance of the club. Had to wonder how long it would take her friends or whoever she was with to find her. Might be fun to sit and watch, try to guess when from inside with his scotch in hand.

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By the time Spike was on his way back to the crypt, he'd consumed at least the whole bottle of scotch. Possibly the whole of bottle of whiskey, too. Couldn't be sure. When he arrived to the place, the door was propped open. He knew he was drunk out of his mind, but he clearly remembered slamming it closed before he left. There was a real satisfying  sound when he had, not something a man forgets when he rages out in frustration. But there was the door, open. If it was that bitch, she could forget it. He wasn't having her coming crawling back to him. No, she didn't want help, didn't need guidance then sod it, he wasn't going to give her any. Spat in his face, she did. No way he was letting her come back. Not for bloody anything, no way. He had his pride, you know. That bitch wasn't going to worm her way back. She could show up and beg and plead, but he was going to stand his ground. He was going to do it right now. 

"If you think you can just come crawling back, you got another thing co–" he slurred as he stomped through the door. He only stopped when he saw her bloody, limp body on the floor. Or rather when he nearly tripped over it. Took crawling back to a new much more literal place, sure, but she was back alright. And badly hurt. A complete wreck, actually. "Bloody hell," he grumbled, crouching down to her instantly. Wait, was she even real? Or was this just some weird drunk hallucination? No, felt real alright. It was then that he noticed all the blood all strewn across the floor, he was getting himself covered in it. Her blood. His blood in a way. 

"Spike?" she managed to ask. Good so she was alive. Well, alright, of course she was alive, she'd be dust otherwise. Pull it together, Spike, 150 years old should know better about how vampires work for christ's sake. 

"The hell did you get yourself into, Blondie?" Dumb thing to ask, he didn't actually want her to try to answer in this condition. She could tell him later. His gaze swept up and down her, trying to take in what all the damage was, but there was just too much to note. And too much blood to really see the extent. If she didn't get blood soon, she wouldn't be able to heal. Without another thought or waiting for her response, his arms were underneath her and picking her up to carry her to the bed. On the way, it seemed like she was trying to answer him but she was just too weak. Only caught words like "died," "wanted," and "home." 

She was an idiot. Truly. Had to be some right shit she got herself into this time. Odds were she was just as clueless as him as to how she got out of it at all. "Shh, don't. Just rest. Try not to die. And I'll be back with blood for you. It'll be right as rain, got it?" he told her as he set her down on the bed, brushing her tangled hair out of her face best as he could. It was frustrating as hell and he still wasn't entirely sure why, but he couldn't really deny after this he cared about her. 

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Different Kinds of Lust

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Damn. Spike was going to be really disappointed when he realized just how serious she was about those chains. Or, perhaps, aroused. He seemed pretty kinky for a guy with dumb hair. There was certainly an air of danger about him. Maybe she had underestimated him. There was a vicious hunger in the way his hands had slid down to the edge of her jeans. Aspen could appreciate that. Well, for a brief moment anyway. She never slept with prey. It always complicated things. Especially since they could always end up killing her at any point in those naked moments of vulnerability.

She recognized her weaknesses, she had to to stay alive, but she firmly believed that they didn’t stand in her way. In fact, wasn’t it all the more impressive that she was as good as she was in spite of her weaknesses? Aspen was committed to what she did, putting in the long and hard hours to push her body to the very limit. Her drive got her through every day, forcing her to wake up and get out of bed. She could have moped about her inabilities, but she wasn’t going to be defeated by fate. So she wasn’t a slayer? Who gave a fuck? Aspen would wrangle together whatever power she could to be the best she could be even if she wasn’t some divinely epic superhuman. Fuck slayerdom. They didn’t even have to work at it; they’d all been handed their abilities on a silver platter. She doubted any of them had ever had to really face their weaknesses. All her weakness was physical and she could easily overcome them. It wasn’t like there was anything wrong with her insides. And it was a good thing too. Even Aspen wasn’t sure if she’d be able to handle knowing that she was broken on the inside, with misplaced emotions and heartbreak flying every which way. Whatever doubts she had were firmly pushed aside, ignored for the sake of driving forward toward the promise of her aspirations.

As Spike’s hand closed around hers, she tensed. It was only once he spoke that she let herself relax. It’d been far too disconcerting of a move, his fist tightening around her keys. Compared to him, Aspen had few forms of power, giving up any of them seemed far too risky a price. And yet she had no reason for him to not drive. She could whine all she wanted about how she wanted to drive her baby, but, at the end of the day, he was right and she was supposed to be enamored with the bad boy from the demon bar. Anger twisted into knots, deep in the pit of her stomach. Her fingers loosened, the keys slipping into his hand as she smiled up at him. That little bitch. How she wanted to rip that pout right off his face. Damn bottom lip was hanging out far enough. It was taunting her. He was taunting her. Aspen struggled to stay calm, having never been one to keep the darker emotions from bubbling to the surface.

"My hero," she teased, giving him a long, hard kiss before walking around to the passenger side of her car. Her lips tasted of blood and Aspen realized she’d bit him hard enough to draw his own. Huh. That was new. The tangy metallic taste wasn’t foreign to her—her tendency to get messy when it came to killing had its unique drawbacks—but she made a face all the same. Vampire blood. How was that even possible? As she slid into her seat, she made a mental note to research that later. Or she could ask Spike. Well, once she had him all prettied and chained up. A small smirk tugged at the corner of Aspen’s mouth as she buckled herself in. Oh, he could take the reigns for now, but they were about to enter her battlefield and she never lost a fight.

With the taste of his blood strong in her mouth, she could already feel the intoxicating rush of adrenaline flood her system. God, she wanted this. It’d been so long since she’d had this kind of thrill. Aspen could see it in her head. Spike would be straining at the restraints, cursing her family name as the chains bit into his flesh. He wouldn’t be in that much pain, not yet at least. And, even as his wounds healed from her freshly sharpened knife, he would still cry out in pain. A vampire with his life in her hands. Even if Spike wouldn’t be getting off tonight, she sure as hell would be. She would ride out that bliss of knowing she had forced a creature stronger than her into submission for as long as she could. Aspen wouldn’t kill him immediately. No, she preferred the state of dying. It was when they were at their most desperate. The longer she could drag that out, the better it was for her. And, really, who else was there? She didn’t give a damn about her victims as long as they gave her what she needed. The thrill of the fight. The rush of power. The sense that she had earned this kill because she had proven herself worthy.

"Spike, that’s a funny name," she sighed, leaning over the center console to splay her fingers against his leg as he drove. Aspen hoped the story was gruesome though she doubted he’d tell Tiffany the truth. Either way, it was better that she rambled to him than just stare off into space with a murderous look in her eye. "I was named after the jewelry store. My mother shops there constantly, it’s like her second home." Coming up with these little stories about Tiffany were fun, anyway. They felt normal, something she’d never really gotten a chance to experience. "I have a brother named Roger. He’s a lawyer out in New York." As she spoke, her hand traveled to his belt, gingerly undoing the buckle. The more blood rushing down from his head, the better. Aspen liked her men hot and dumb. It was easier to manipulate them that way. "You know, I was sad about not finding my friend at that club, but this is turning out pretty well. I could always call her and see if she’s game for joining. We used to date actually." Her hand sipped beneath his jeans. "She has the tightest—oh, look! We’re here!"

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He sucked at her lips just before she pulled away. The metallic taste of blood was in his mouth. Was he really in that deep a bloodlust that he was imagining the taste of blood? Oh god, he was more pathetic than he thought. No, nevermind. He licked the inside of his lip and tasted his own blood. Guess she really had bit hard. The corner of his mouth pulled upward into a smirk. This was going to be a fun night if that was the beginning.

He swung open the car door and climbed inside. It took him a second to analyze the car. Automatic. Nice enough. This would be a piece of cake to handle. He turned the keys and started them off down the road. Alright, she drove well enough. No Porsche or Ferrari but it was better than he expected. His eyes were glued to the road, hands on the wheel, and he planned to get them to her hotel or wherever it was as fast as he could. Without getting a ticket, that would end the evening early.

He did what he could to ignore the fact that her hand had found its way across the center of the car and onto his leg. "Yeah, bit of a story there. Who knows, I just might tell it later." Doubtful. He wasn't about to brag to Tiffany about his many murders with railroad spikes in years past. Plus, even if he planned to tell her ever, he did not plan on doing a whole lot of talking or heart to hearts or walks down memory lane tonight. And there was no way he was going to be conversing with her any time after tomorrow. Which would be good because if he had to listen to any more of her prattling about how her mother named her for the store or about whoever else she was on about, he might just suffer the head trauma it would cause him to shove a spike through her head. 

The breath he didn't particularly need caught as she began undoing his belt. Drive, Spike. Remember you're driving. Try not to crash the dumb truck before getting there. Try not to be completely distracted by the fact that she was slowly undoing his jeans. Oh yeah, and she was talking. He didn't have enough focus for this. "Oh, uh, yeah. Shame she couldn't, uh, join us," he sputtered. Was she trying to drive them off the road? Because something was going to have to give at some point and it was starting to look like it might be the driving.  

He felt his already tight jeans getting tighter as her hand slid below the waistband. And it was over about as soon as it started. Because they arrived. Bit of a double edged sword. Either way, he pulled in and put the car in park before getting out of the car. Not before haphazardly redoing his belt. A little unnecessary given where they were headed, yeah, but just in case there was some other interruption, seemed like the best plan. "So, lead the way, Blondie," he said, handing her back the keys as he met her on her side of the truck. 

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Different Kinds of Lust

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She didn’t cringe as Spike’s hand brushed against her skin, pulling back the curtain of hair to whisper into her ear. No matter how badly she wanted to twist his grimy fingers away from her, she stayed stoic. Well, as stoic as a turned on young woman could be with nearly all pretenses dropped. And it wasn’t as though his charms were completely lost on Aspen. It was simply biology to be drawn to him, her hair standing on end as that rough accent washed over her and sent her mind wandering off to the bedroom. No. She wasn’t getting distracted. Aspen blinked, shaking herself from the all too real arousal Spike had teased out of her. This was all a ruse, she reassured herself as he pulled away. There was going to be no actual sleeping with the victim. He had no real power over her. Her body was just reacting naturally. Hot men where alluring, yes, but he would be at her command soon enough.

Holding his gaze, Aspen’s mouth twitched into a quiet smirk. Let him think she was thinking dirty thoughts about him. It was somewhat true, after all. She was planning on tying him up, getting that tight body chained and ready for her. It was just that he wasn’t going to make it through the night. A vampire had stamina, but knives and holy water had ways of ruining that. Spike looked confident and that riled her up even more. Soon he’d be begging for mercy—she was, of course, not counting on failing—and Aspen would just laugh. He deserved nothing from her and she was bored. What entertainment Sunnydale failed to provide, she had to make for herself. Was she as powerful as a vampire or any demon for that matter? No. But putting the supernatural beings in their place, beneath her and groveling, made her feel less inadequate. Fuck being mortal and mundane. Aspen was extraordinary. She knew it and soon they’d all know it. Just because she wasn’t a slayer didn’t mean that people just got to ignore who she was and what she wanted. They could make that mistake for all she cared. It’d just mean that she’d already have an advantage over them. Underestimating the blonde—what idiot decided that was smart?

"It’s like you’re reading my mind," Aspen purred, all too prepared to polish his ego. Besides, comments like that were hilarious. If he’d really been reading her mind then he would have already drained her like a Capri-Sun and tossed her aside. This Spike fellow would be lucky if he could sort through the lies and the truth. If he’d picked up on anything, he sure wasn’t acting like it and, honestly, she doubted his mental capacity to really question her. He seemed like the type to fuck when he could get it. Loners really did have a charm all their own. It was a wonder they didn’t have girlfriends.

Nodding to the door, she slid off her chair and yanked out the keys to her baby. It was one of the few things in life Aspen really loved. Why more people didn’t have powder blue pickup trucks was beyond her. Her baby had gotten her through a lot, from funky demon gut transport to long nights driving down open road. “I’ve got a room a few blocks down. The owner’s a perv so he let me put in a few, uh, more permanent fixtures,” she said as Spike walked out with her. Aspen ignored the looks from the demon crowd. Whatever. She knew she was probably going home with Mr. Bean, but he seemed fun. Like he’d really try to hurt her once he figured it out. You know, in the adorably stupid way. And if he got around as much as his good lucks would imply, he’d probably be decent to make out with for a bit as she made sure he was compliant as she locked him in.

"Isn’t she gorgeous?" she sighed, a genuine look of adoration on her face as they approached the car. She was a bit roughed up, but Aspen made sure she had no major damage. Everything worked, it’d just been loved a little too much. The black cover for the trunk was at least clean. She’d had to wash out demon innards after a run in with a species straight from The Birds. But she didn’t want Spike to get too bored with her. It’d been a solid minute since she’d blushed or flirted with him.

"C’mere," Aspen said, playfully pushing him against the truck. Spike’s body hit the metal lightly, with only a soft thud to mark what she’d done. A part of her was infuriated, knowing that he was so much stronger than she was. God, did he even deserve it? Was there any part of him that was man enough to actually use that strength and put it to good use? Because he seemed like a pussy so why the hell did he get to be so goddamn powerful when she was left puny and weak? Her expression betrayed none of her inner turmoil as Aspen aggressively kissed him, her teeth tugging at his lower lip as she pulled back. Cold. She’d expected as much. Her hand slipped underneath his shirt, finding hard abs that made a part of her melt. A weak part of her, obviously. "Fuck, you’re hot," she mumbled, partly to herself and partly to the vampire that would find it oh, so ego-boosting, "Get in. I doubt you want me to fuck you in a parking lot."

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Another eye roller came out of her mouth as they pulled away, but he refrained again and kept his gaze fixed on her. Didn't have to read your mind, sweetheart, you spelled it out fairly obvious. Even if she hadn't shown clear signs of wanting him, the fact that her pulse picked up ever slightly at his touch and his words let him know. It was nice to be able to have a quick read on those sort of things. Pulse. It was just plain depressing that he couldn't sink his teeth into her neck. Not without searing pain. But it was there and soft and pumping warm delicious blood though her veins and it was so tempting. 

He remind himself not to think about what he can't have. Instead, he focused on what he could. He lingered a moment in his chair before getting up to follow her, watching her walk away. She was definitely hot. What she lacked in brains her beauty certainly made up for it. Yeah, even if he couldn't drink her dry, he was certainly getting something out of this whole exchange. He stood up and followed her out, pausing by the bar on the way. "On my tab," he told Phil, pointing to himself and, uh, well whatever her name was, Britney? No that wasn't it. Definitely not Harmony, but it was similar. Tiffany, right. Anyway, with that and a quick slap on the bar, he followed her and headed out the door, leaving before there could be any complaints. 

His brow raised at the sight of a powder blue pick-up truck. "Gorgeous, yeah, sure. Let's go with that. I mean, not as gorgeous as you, of course." Insulting the girl's poor choice in wheels wasn't exactly a ticket to taking her home. He'd made it this far, best not to ruin it now. But did she really like that thing? It was so clunky and just not streamlined, probably had a shit engine given the size and it was so utilitarian it couldn't be that fun to drive either. Not to mention the color. 

The shock of being slammed into the truck was quickly replaced with a smirk. Good to know he was going back with a girl who didn't mind getting rough. Not that he could really get rough with her. Human. Too fragile for a really good time. Still, better than nothing. It was hard to remember to be a little gentler than normal with her when she was so aggressive with her own kisses. He wanted to match, but he didn't want to do something like break a bone while he was gripping her waist by accident. That'd ruin the moment, both of them doubling over in pain simultaneously. But he never did like to keep things too boring. It was good she didn't either as evidence by her biting his lower lip. His hands found her waist and edged down her waistband, more than willing to delay going back for the make out session. He was almost disappointed that she pulled away, but the comment made up for it a little. "Yeah? That so?" That had puffed up his ego considerably, brought a smug smile to his face and everything. "I like to hear that coming from someone hot as you," he said before he leaned in and grabbed another kiss. 

"I wouldn't say no to that," he said, devious glint in his eye. "But you promised those chains, right? Guess we have to delay it just a little longer." He gave her a small shrug. Had to admit, the controlling tone she gave telling him to get in had been kind of a turn on. But he didn't really want to take second seat. Figuratively, literally, none of it. So he placed his hand over hers, and the keys, hoping to take them from her. "Let me drive. You had a few andI know the place better, after all. I promise to take good care of her." He pleaded a little, sure, bit of a pout, batting of eyelashes. But even if it was a dumb car, it was still a car. His had been in pretty poor condition. And it's not like he had anywhere to really motor off to recently so he wasn't about to let an opportunity to get behind the wheel slide. Plus, made him sound like he gave a damn.