Subject: [BA_Gutter] Dream Once More 37 Date: Sat, 01 May 2004 00:36:13 -0000 From: "Tracy" Author: T. Claybourne Rated: Up to NC-17 Disclaimer: Fox, Mutant Enemy and all involved parties own the characters of Angel and BTVS I just use them purely for entertainment purposes. Emma is mine but the others are just over to play nice . Teaser: Buffy comes to LA, Angel is different and Spike is with some one else. Feed Back: In the fan fic game it is the vote of confidence and the reason to keep writing, so yes please. Dream Once More 37 Willow knew what had happened; she'd felt the shift in the earth energies. Working her way quickly to Emma's side, she looked at Spike. "He put the soul back but there is still a demon there too. We have to get inside; dawn is moments away." Everyone sprang into action at once. Spike lifted Emma, who was still obviously in pain, and the others pulled the vampires to the safety of the building. "Come on!" Willow urged, pulling Spike down the stairs. They left the Lurker demon to its own devices. Wes ran out of the building to the firm's van, throwing the large side door open, and then quickly went to the back of his SUV and grabbed the fire-retardant emergency blanket there. Gunn grabbed one side of the blanket and Buffy the other as they covered all three vampires and got them to the safety of the van just as the first light of day burst forward. Willow jumped in the passenger seat and turned to look at Spike. "We have to get her blood before the…" Angel finished the sentence. "…The blood lust wins and she goes after one of you." Spike simply used his fangs and ripped his wrist open, placing it at her mouth. Emma began to drink, a grateful look in her yellow eyes. "It's ok, love, drink. I know the hunger is painful." Emma stopped drinking and her faced changed. "It's enough for now. I can wait until we get home. I'm scared, though. This is all wrong; why am I…" "Wes, hurry. Get us back to the hotel; I have plenty of pigs blood there," Spike demanded. Angel leaned her direction. "Sorry, Emma. We tried to bring you back … but at least you haven't been soulless too long; it won't be as hard for you." He used his fang to rip into his wrist and offered it to her, but Emma refused. "No, I need to wait. Pig's blood, only pig's blood." Fred sat watching. "I'm sorry, I must have miscalculated somehow." Cordelia, who had been quiet, touched Fred's arm. "No, they were right. It's just that Angel and Dru must have swapped fluids, including blood. There was still some of the Master's presence in Dru, so it was probably in Emma too. It must have sped the process up." Angel looked at her. "You knew this was going to happen?" "I had a vision, but it involved her being a vampire; she had to be one in the vision. I wasn't sure what it meant so, sorry, didn't share." Angel sat back, looking defeated. Spike didn't take his eyes off of Emma. She was so strong. She had only taken a little blood from him and she was maintaining her human face. It was strange, but all of a sudden he was overwhelmed with happiness. Feeling guilty that he was happy at the state of things, he tried to push the happiness away. But Emma was here, and would be forever now. It was hard for him to see the wrong in the situation, but he didn't smile, sure that the others would consider it wrong. * * * * * Gunn, Giles, and Buffy took Wes's SUV and followed the van. "What's going to happen to her now?" Gunn asked, sounding innocent. "She's a souled vampire like Spike," Giles answered, polishing his glasses. "She is an anomaly; she hasn't hurt or killed or maimed or even tasted human blood. She will be extremely valuable to the Council now." "The Council? Giles, you aren't seriously thinking of that right now, right after a friend of ours was just turned into a vampire and already has to deal with a soul again, are you? "No, I'm just thinking of the Council as a distraction from the real situation." Giles paused a moment, then continued. "Three souled vampires in the world." "Angel isn't going to be happy later when he realizes there is more competition for the Shanshu prophecy," Gunn blurted out. "I read something about that somewhere," Giles replied. "It was a long time ago; refresh my memory please, Charles?" "A vampire with a soul will play a role in the Apocalypse and afterwards will be granted human status again." "What?" asked a shocked Buffy. "Spike could become human again… or Angel,… or now Emma. How long has Angel known about this?" "Long time." Giles reached out and touched her shoulder from the back seat. He felt the burden of the knowledge hit her without even seeing her face. * * * * * It was Wes who suggested Emma that be put in the holding cell in the basement of the Hyperion until they could figure out specifics. Spike stared at him icily. "NO! She's with me. You lot are responsible for the soul being in her, and you will not punish her for it." Wes felt the anger and intensity of Spike's words and decided not to broach the subject again. They dropped Emma and Spike at the hotel. The rest of them headed to Wolfram and Hart to pick up more blood and some books of prophecy. Wes wanted to see if there was any mention of a third souled vampire. Spike took Emma up to the rooms they shared; she walked weakly beside him. She stopped at the front door. "There is no barrier, love. Vampires live here." "Just feels strange; everything is so different. My head hurts with the noises and the other things." Spike didn't know what to say. He couldn't imagine what she was going through. His introduction into being a vampire had been about the demon and feeding it. He took her hand. "'S alright, we'll work through it, pet. I'll help you." She smiled wanly at him. "I have your coloring now, huh?" The corners of her mouth twitched up a bit. He looked at her and shook his head. "Emma, even with everything you… Bloody hell, you are amazing." He kissed her and felt her relax a bit. "I love you," he said, staring deep into her eyes. He watched as a tear formed and dropped. "None of that, now. Let's get you your blood." Spike readied the pig's blood, taking care to spice it up. "Here, drink up like a good girl." Emma drank four travel mugs full of blood before she felt sated. Looking across the table at Spike, she cocked her head. "It's like skim milk, isn't it?" "What?" "The pig's blood. I bet human is like cream, because yours was more like a milkshake." Emma had successfully managed to sum up the differences in one sentence. Spike knew better than to agree, though. "No, love. Pig's blood is very close to human, maybe more like 2% versus whole milk." Emma smiled. "Good, I guess I need less fat. Can't afford to get chubby now, not with forever looming at me. I can't have babies now, can I?" "No." "Wasn't really planning on them since you're a vampire, but suddenly it seems so sad, now I know I won't even have the choice." "Sorry, love, but on the bright side you will look gorgeous and nineteen forever." "Won't be able to see it, though." Spike shook his head. "I can get you a digital camera." He saw the emotion welling up in her. "Come, pet, this is the time most of our kind sleep; maybe that'll help a bit." He led her to the bed and undressed her, then gently pushed her down into it. He climbed in next to her. Her cold body came as quite surprise after all the months of her warmth. She curled up and let him wrap himself around her. "You really still love me? Even though I'm a monster now?" she asked, her back to him. "Birds of a feather we are, love. And yes, maybe more now I know there is less chance of losing you." "Thank you, Spike. It means a lot." She turned to face his chest and nuzzled him, then pulled away. "Sorry, I think it's too soon," she said, her voice cracking. He looked down to see her yellow eyes and demon face. "`S part of your nature now. I saw you that way before; didn't change my feelings. Go on, love. If you can't let go with me, who else?" "But Spike, there are bad things I want to do to you." He felt himself grow hard. "Things I most likely want done to me, love. How bad?" he smirked. Now back in her human façade, she looked at him. "I'm scared if I, ah, let go I might…" "I feel that every day. I won't let your demon steal you from me, Emma. I can't, not after everything!" With that, he watched her face change and her yellow eyes seemed to glow. Spike matched her face. Emma rose up on all fours, then threw him back, holding him in place with a vise-like grip. Spike couldn't move as she straddled him and sank her fangs into his neck He growled with the surprising release he felt. She kissed him, his blood still in her mouth. Emma ran her tongue along his fangs, then up his cheek to his forehead ridges. He tried to move to reciprocate but she was stronger than him. His erection grew harder. Emma continued to run her tongue down the other side of his face, over the tooth marks she'd left; then down his chest, taking deep nips as she went. Spike hadn't felt this kind of sexual intensity since the days before he had returned to Sunnydale and been chipped. The intense pain became pleasure and he only wanted more. He felt her nip the hollow where his leg met his lower abdomen, then her fangs sank deep through the muscles to the veins of his groin. The pull of her mouth in that region swelled his penis even more. It was actually beginning to cause him pain. "Em, please, love?" he exhaled, hardly believing that his need was so very intense. She looked up, blood on her fangs, and her face changed. She looked from his face to where she had been feeding and saw his huge and extremely hard cock. "I'm sorry." She frowned a bit. She took his erection into her mouth; her new muscles there began milking it. Spike's head fell back in abandon and he unintentionally growled deep in his chest. Emma must have felt it because without warning her mouth was on his. She intertwined her fingers through his and squeezed his hands. Spike felt the knuckles crack hard; then a dull ache spread to his wrists. The pain only lasted seconds because Emma quickly slipped her cunt down over his cock and began to move shallowly up and down. Her muscle control and pure stamina made it possible for her to continue to torture him with short, small dips. She did this until he neared extreme pain again; then she sank her hips down just a bit more, relieving a bit of the pressure, only to start the process all over. By this time the human Emma would have had several orgasms, but Spike briefly noted that she still hadn't had her release. He had trouble even concentrating on her pleasure; she was driving him mad with desire with each precise movement she made, taking only a minimal length of his cock into her. He looked at her and saw the pleasure in her eyes. She was sinisterly enjoying this erotic torture she was inflicting. Trying not to think how really wrong that looked on her, Spike let his thoughts go and concentrated on the feelings she was inflicting on his body. The small advances of depth into her took forever before she let him sink his shaft deep and hard. She finally let him flip them, putting him on top and in control. He felt her growl as he slammed his hips into her. Taking her legs, he lifted them up and she growled again as he sank deep and slammed as hard as he could into her. He could feel her now-dead female organs shift as he did. Emma's inner pain only seemed to trigger her responses of delight. He sank his fangs in around her breast and began to suck. He was so very near to orgasm; he didn't think he could wait for her no matter how much he wanted to. "Em, oh , bloody hell but I'm … I'm so close… I … I caaan't wait!" She looked up at him as if confused but then smiled and he went back to sucking blood from her breast and thrusting deep. She sank her teeth into his neck. That was it. Spike exploded into her, and felt her cold juices mix with his. Their cries resembled no human sound. Dropping, exhausted, beside her, he lapped at the small punctures by her breasts as they began healing. Emma ran her hands through his hair, then down his neck. Her fang punctures on his neck had already closed, but he would have small scars just like she did at her throat. Spike shifted to look her in the eyes and saw several tears. "Emma, was it too much? I know I hurt you some but you seemed to enjoy it and…" "No, it's just…It was so different, so good. No, it was fantastic but also overwhelming and so… intense is the only word I can think of. Hard to believe that was us." "So the tears?" "Stupid soul making me weepy, I guess." Spike laughed then. "Woman, you have no idea how many times I have said that." TBC I'm a needing feed back , puhlease?????