Buffy Spike Fanfic Novels & Stories

After Derek and I sat down, Robert called the meeting to order. "This is a discussion of the events of November 23rd. On that date, Ms. Elizabeth Summers, now known as Kimberly Sparks, was attacked by a vampire. David Jones and Derek Michael intervened during the attack on Ms. Sparks and in the process, turned her into one of us. We are here to determine if their actions that night were appropriate." "Ms. Sparks, would you please come forward?" I looked at Derek and stood, wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans as I walked to the chair and sat facing the Council.

** ZANE POV ** "Zane.." I heard her whimper "what's wrong?" I asked looking at her. Checking to see if she was hurt. "I need you.." she whimpered out then I remember what Aaron told me about pregnant women being needy. She pulled me kissing me hungry and I had no choice but to give what she wanted because a happy mama means a happy pup. After we were done and showered we both went down stairs when-- "Bloom.." She squeaked practically running.

“I don’t let just any wolf choose me as their mate. “Lucky for me, I’m no ordinary wolf, Ms. Buffy, “Jamie responded as he wrapped his arms around my waist as we stood on top of a hill with the moon behind us. Never before had I felt the autumn winds tickle my skin to the point where goosebumps emerged over me. Only complemented by the bubbling intimacy that I nervously attempted to keep dominate. “You know how being around all the purple blossoms in a cool night in the woods gets me excited, “

She's a really timid person, a brainiac, a super nice and completely sweet person who has little confidence about herself. "Waw," she chuckled as she pulls her hand away "that's some really cold hands you got there" "Thanks. I.....ah...I'm a really cold person" I replied, concerned about my own cold hands. Being a vampire, that's the one thing we could never hide from humans. But Alessia never felt the cold hands the other day at the quarter. Or maybe she didn't care enough. "Hey ah....wanna hang out?" Alessia asks me, standing up from her seat.

Sparks shoot down my spine as he deepens it, his body hard and warm, smelling like soap and that faint cologne he always wears. I kiss him back without thinking, my hands fisting in his shirt, because damn, this feels too good to fight in the moment. Tyler's eyes go wide, pure fury twisting his features. "What the fuck? Shoot him! Release the bullets on that bastard right now!" Everything blurs. In the span of a blink, Connor's no longer pressed against me. I stumble back a step, lips still tingling, trying to catch up. Then I see it—Tyler's feet dangling off the ground, his body lifted clean into the air. Connor's hand wraps tight around his throat, muscles corded with power as he holds my

"Next time, you're coming with me to care for my mom." "And miss out killing a vampire named Spyke." "Like from Buffy?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. "With a Y not an I." "You're kidding?" Abigail laughed. "Don't distract me. I am horny, and you are not killing the mood with talk of ridiculous vampire names." "Deal," Damien agreed before his lips sucked at her neck. "Oh, I need you to eat me out," Abigail moaned. "I've been so wet waiting for your flight to land and for you to get home. It was so hard not taking care of myself."