These Walls (S/B, AU)

[Joan the Vampire Slayer]

Title: Walls
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Buffy/Spike
Rating: PG 13
Category: AU
Summary: Spike awakes the morning after to a big surprise. Set after "Smashed."
Notes: This chapter has been edited to be "board friendly." You can read the original version on my LJ.

Chapter One

...And They All Fall Down

Spike couldn't help but think that falling two stories and hitting the stone floor of the empty warehouse should have hurt him more than it had. The pain - if he had felt it - meant nothing. All he could see was her face. He'd never felt anything like this. A human couldn't have survived that fall, he thought. The only reason she hadn't a scratch on her was because her fall had been cushioned by his body. He was a vampire, he reminded himself. Body rock-hard, solid. Indestructible. That fact has probobly saved his life.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from hers. Her gaze was locked on his. No shame. Just a blank-faced faraway kind of stare. It almost scared him. Where had the sparkle in her eyes gone? He felt a stab of fear in his chest when he realized that the state he was in - almost a trance - he was helpless to her. She could kill him if she wanted too.

Why was this happening? Why was she doing this? One minute they were fighting, the next she was crushing him with her lips, straddling him, shoving him forcibly against the breaking wall, her small hands ripping his clothes into shreds. He wasn't arguing, don't get him wrong, but he was bewildered. And scared. Maybe this was how she was going to kill him all along. Use his lust for her as leverage. She was a smart and cunning one. While he was defenseless under her. His head spun. The harder it became to stay conscious. He struggled to stay focused. He didn't want to close his eyes for even a moment. As she straddled him, her hands roamed his chest, his face, like she was trying to memorize every inch of him. Yet, when he tried to take her jacket off, she slapped him hard, head spinning, he growled, biting his lip against the urge to hit her back.

"No, Spike. You can't see me" she said. Spike, puzzled, continued to watch her in awe as she moved on top of him. Faintly, in the distance, he heard the shrieking and breaking of pillars and the hard thud afterwards as they fell to the ground around them.

The last thing he felt before he blacked out was her small, powerful fist hitting his face.

Then there was darkness.

 

[Joan the Vampire Slayer]

Chapter Two

...All Alone In A House Of Destruction


Spike, startled, snapped awake. He was naked.

“What the bloody hell...“ he muttered. He sat up, looked around. As far as he could tell, he was still in the warehouse. Flashbacks from the night before came to him. He smiled slightly to himself. Had it really happened? He was alone. Where was Buffy? Last thing he remembered they had been fighting… then…he couldn’t even say it. He couldn’t even believe it. In spite on himself, he chuckled. He had known it all along. She wanted him.

She wanted to dance. And boy, had they.

He stood up slowly, wincing, and for the first time, looked at his body. He was covered in bruises from head to toe. And even stranger, he could <I<feel</I> them. There was…pain. He was confused. Curious, he touched one. The pain made him pull his hand back, startled. He could see through the windows that it was still dark outside. He wondered how long he’d been knocked out for. He didn’t see his clothes anywhere. Or hers. He walked around the room. It was chaos. The walls had fallen in. The outer walls and pillars where still standing, but that was about all that was left.

He whispered under his breath as he assessed the damage he and Buffy had inflicted. The place was a dump anyway, he thought. No great loss. Had him and…Buffy done this? It didn’t seem possible. And where was she? Spike wasn’t scared, but he was spooked. Maybe this was her plan all along. To kill him in here. He growled to himself. Not if he had any say on it. Now that he could hurt her the rules had changed. They were equals. She had always been stronger than him. But not anymore. She would have no qualms with killing him. Suddenly, he heard a sound behind him, like a small foot stepping on a broken board.

Buffy.

He spun around to face her. She stood in the doorway, the only one left standing still, and she was naked. He felt his skin twitch. He felt a small burn in his chest. His hand came up to his chest instinctually. He wondered that the pain was from, or more importantly, how it was possible. It felt strange.

“My chest.” Spike said, “It….hurts.” He delivered the last line like a question.

His mind flashed back to earlier in the night. Before she knocked him out. He hadn’t felt the pain then. Why now?

Buffy’s brow furrowed.

“What?” She walked toward him, naked, her body almost the most beautiful and perfect thing he’d ever seen. “How is that possible?” she asked.

He stood there, terrified, as he felt his heartbeat start to race as she approached. She put her small hand on his chest. Immediately, she pulled it back, and stepping back a little, and covering her mouth with her hands, stared up at him, her eyes boring into his.

“What” Spike said. Her expression scared him. He couldn’t dare think what he knew was true.

“Spike, your heart…you’re human.”