After the Slayer left, Kiara and Spike stood staring at each other.
Even from thirty feet away Kiara could sense the rage boiling off the Vampire. Only the fact that she knew he wouldn't ever really hurt her, at least not much, kept her from fainting or at least trying to bolt for some dubious safety.
"Uh Spike...er, that's really the first time Buffy and I have ever had a hard time with..."
"And it was almost the last time, for you at least." Spike drawled in that oh so terrifying flat voice.
"Really, I was just about to..."
"Home. Go."
They threaded their way through the cemetery towards Spike's tomb. Spike was hanging back as if he thought he might grab her by the throat if he got within touching distance.
Kiara just knew Spike was thinking up diabolical ways to punish her for putting her life in danger and tried to work up some indignation. "I mean it's my fucking life!" She mumbled to herself, forgetting for a moment how acute a Vampire's sense of hearing was.
"Actually, pet, it's my life. Buffy gave you to me, remember, pacts and promises?"
Then they were at Spike's tomb. He wrenched the door open and shoved Kiara through the doorway.
"Get your ass downstairs." He growled, crossing over to where he kept his booze. "And Kiara?" When she turned back he was guzzling deeply from a dusty bottle of Rum. "Get your clothes off-unless you want me to rip them off."
"Yes Spike." She murmured obediently, turning away to hide her smile. So he wanted to fuck her? That was always a pleasure. Even when it did involve pain.
If she'd have seen Spike's smile she would have tried desperately to reach those doors. Impossible and hopelessly not gonna happen as the attempt would have proved. Anything to escape what she would have seen in that smile. A smile he wouldn't have bothered to try and disguise if she had looked back at him. She just didn't. And so she didn't see that Spike was still furiously angry.
He was in a rage that she had almost gotten herself killed tonight. And half homicidal, hotly resenting the way he had felt when he'd seen her get punched and go down. He hated the feeling of fear that had sent him racing faster then ever in all his life, or unlife, to protect Kiara.
The Slayer thing had nearly sent him out to take a walk in the sun more times then he could stomach honestly admitting. He was not in love. He would never fall in love again. The Hounds of Hell could come and tear him apart and then piss on the bloody raw bits before he'd fall for a fucking pseudo Slayer!
So this wasn't fucking love, he snarled to himself. It was just that she was his little slave, and he'd always been very possessive about his belongings. Besides, she had the hottest, tightest, wettest little pussy he'd ever fucked into. And when she wrapped those pouting full lips around his cock...
"Aurgh!" Spike snarled, tilting his head back he gulped down the remaining few inches of rum, then turned and fired the empty bottle at a mirror he'd always hated.
Downstairs, slipping off the last of her clothes, Kiara heard the explosion and shivered. Spike was really, really pissed. And Kiara was starting to get a little scared.
Upstairs Spike grabbed himself a new bottle, and cursing, yanked at the waist band of his painted on jeans. Thinking about the fucking and the sucking had given him a hard on the Vampire could have used to pound holes through cement.
Maybe he'd pound her first, he thought with a savage, feral smile.
Yeah, that was a bloody good idea. Just grab her, spread her, and ram his aching cock balls deep up that delicious cunny.
Fuck her hard and deep and cum fast. Leave her aching. Better yet, just make her suck him off.
Because the Big Bad had a plan. And by the time he was finished with her, she would never, ever dare to put herself into that sort of danger again! Yeah, he'd keep his little witch bitch safe and sound. Even if it took half killing her himself!
And he damn well wasn't gonna do it with a raging hard on that was causing him exquisite agony every time he moved!
Kiara helped him make up his mind on the fuck or suck issue.
It felt like she had pulled half the muscles in her body when she went down under that pack of disgustingly skanky newby Vamps, and she was trying to work a few of the kinks out of her body when Spike glided silently into the room.
So she was standing there with her legs nicely parted and her back to the door as he came in. And then she suddenly bent at the waist to touch her palms to the floor. While standing there totally nude.
Oh bloody fucking hell, Spike roared to himself. In two strides he was on top of her and tearing his fly open. He grabbed her by the hips and slammed his cock in to her balls deep on the first lunge.
Kiara would have fallen forward onto her nose if not for the hands holding her up. When she tried to straighten he pushed her back down.
"Stay there!" He hissed. "This won't take long!" Minutes later he was exploding, his cock pumping her full of icy seed.
He pulled out abruptly without bothering to tuck himself back in and grabbed her arm.
"Come here." He growled, pulling her out of the main room and down a dusty hall way.
There was a door at the end of that hall way. He pulled a key out of his pocket, unlocked the door, and shoved her into the room.
It was the purest, darkest, most engulfing blackness Kiara had ever encountered. She couldn't even see her hand in front of her face. Just felt it when she finally bumped her nose on her palm.
She knew Spike could see with his Vampire eyes. She could hear him moving around. Then the click of a lighter, and a small lantern flared to life in a distant corner.
Kiara didn't like this place. Even in the ebony darkness she sensed that it was a bad place. She knew that evil things had been done here. This room had seen rivers of blood spilled. Heard bone after bone after bone break and shatter. This room had sucked in countless souls as they died in their unspeakable agony.
"Spike, what...why..." She whimpered. "Please, I don't like it here. I don't want to be here. Please, can we go!" She gasped as he turned from lighting another lantern.
He had his game face on.
"Haven't been here for a few years." He murmured softly, walking around the room idly touching shapes and objects she could barely see in the gloom.
"This is where Dru and the Big Bad used to play. With each other...and, guests."
And that's when Kiara realized that the room she was standing in was a torture chamber.
"Oh my God." She moaned .
"Don't think you'll find him here, luv." Spike whispered softly, almost gently.
