Buffy X Spike Novels & Stories

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

Instead, I grabbed a handful of his soft fur. I’d seen Spike before, but never up close. Not like this. Slowly, carefully, Spike rose to his feet. I heard him speak to Xavier. "You know I’m not a cab, right?" "It’s our mate, what are you talking about?" Xavier retorted. "I’m not used to carrying people, that’s what I’m talking about. Make sure she rides you next time," Spike said, annoyed. He got ready to run in the direction the car had gone.

“What the heck happened with that Vampire who jammed the IACs when Bonnie went crazy?” I knew Dax was particularly interested in Spittle, the Vampire in question, because Tara had nearly died on the night he was talking about. In fact, she had died, but she’d come back to life, thanks to the second dose of Transformation serum. “He’s out there,” I affirmed. “For that matter, they all are.” “So why aren’t we going after them?” Tara asked.

SAMUEL Maya and Claire are the first to show, of course, I felt the slight disturbance that happens when Maya uses Spike to jump from one place in the territory to another and anyone would think that these two are mates as you never find one without the other. I smile as Jeremiah jumps just a little next to me at their sudden appearance; I look at Maya and see that they are the violet eyes of Spike and say, “I see that you two are still connected at the hip, but could you have at least stopped off and picked up Sam on your way?”

Everyone held their breath, waiting for an answer. I leaned against my chair, watching the chaotic room on the screen, and replied calmly, "Don't panic, Ms. Miller. There's nothing poisonous in that wine. Didn't I tell you? It's a rare, 1945 Romanee-Chanti bottle I got at a recent auction. It's just that…" I paused, letting a hint of amusement creep into my tone. "That wine has been spiked with a super-potent aphrodisiac I got from a vet friend. It's the kind of stuff they use for breeding bulls.

Starting to make friends. “Fuck off Spike!” Tucker shouts back just as loudly. Oh great, my aim of literally blending in isn’t going well. This Spike who looks just like his name, with spiky bleach blond hair and spikes through his ears stands up looking at Tucker. “Make me?” He smirks with a growl. “I’ll punch your fucking face in that your mouth won’t be able to say another word!” Tucker springs up and threateningly leans on the table.

Before the members could strike Kaze, a pretty face showed up. The beautiful woman injected a splash of color into the somber gym. It was Buffy. “What are you trying to do?” She walked to Kaze while frowning at the hundreds of the Viper’s Den members. Buffy’s sweet voice was all it took to wipe out the murderous rage in the Viper’s Den members. Many of them looked at Buffy in adoration. For most of the members, Buffy was a goddess to be admired from afar. However, some of them were aware of yesterday’s incident at Bronze Sparrow.

"We have to offer him something before he goes home, dad. He went all the way down here to return my phone." "No, it's all right, Cecelia. Got my meal before I headed here." I humbly disagreed, not because I don't want to stay longer in the wolf's den, but because I don't eat food. Vampires only drink blood. And I believe her werewolf dad was fully aware of that. "Cece has a point, Mr. Spencer. We insist. Why not join us for our meals? I believe that you haven't experienced having a buffet on the table, right?" it so happened that my brain knows what he meant by that.

This time, she appeared apologetic. "Spike is a Santi. Trinity blood. Are you aware of how powerful he is? He can protect you without anyone touching a strand of your dry hair," Mira joked, clearly taken aback by Faey's advice. She took a step closer to us while waving. "Angela Faey of House Deadlock, be careful what you say to The Drift and always remember which house you are from. D.E.A.D.L.O.C.K."

"Ok. It's just, you seemed scared of him yesterday, or something." For crying out loud, why did she have to be so bloody perceptive all the damn time? "It's nothing. Let's get back to this." I pointed back to her paper, and we got through the rest of her work. We followed our normal pattern of heading back to her dorm room to watch a few episodes of Buffy. We were in the second season now, and I was being introduced to the delicious evil of Spike and Drusilla. The sensuality of the pair was almost palpable through the TV. Why the hell couldn't I ever feel like that?