"Oi! I was reading that!"
"Oh, how very awful I feel," Giles said, "wresting
Darkest Magicks away from the evil vampire."
"Oh, come on," Spike said. "I'm not gonna do
anything with it! S'like entertainment value!"
"You're not to touch my books, especially those
pertaining to magick. Understand?"
"You might want to hide 'em someplace stealthier than
the top shelf, then."
Giles turned his eyes to the ceiling. "God help me."
Suddenly, the door popped open and Willow breezed in, Buffy
not far behind.
"Giles," the redhead announced, out
of breath. "Encounter of the otherworldly kind."
"What is it?" He hurried over and took the black
amulet she held in her hand.
"Skinny shiny guy in a black robe," Buffy informed
him. "Left that in the center of the quad."
"Except that I couldn't see him," Willow said. "Only
"Maybe." Buffy pointed at the amulet. "But that's
"I should say not." He removed his glasses and squinted
"Have you ever seen anything like that before?" Willow
"No, never." Giles held it under the light at his
"Sparkly," Buffy commented.
"It looks like it's made of some sort of... sand."
Willow couldn't contain her excitement. "Guess it's time
to hit the books!"
"Yes," Giles said, preoccupied with the charm. "Willow,
ring Xander, see if he's free. I think we'll need all the help
we can get."
"Joy," Buffy said in resignation, spotting a certain
blond head resting on the couch. "Research party."
* * *
"Scooby Snacks for one and all," Xander announced
from behind two pizza boxes. Anya followed him through the door.
"Oh, good, I'm glad you're here." Giles took the
boxes away and handed them each a book. "We're looking for
"I'm just here for the pizza," Anya clarified. "And
"Right then." Giles took the book from Anya, then
handed the charm to Xander. "We're looking for this in particular.
An amulet made of crystallized sand."
"Spooky," Xander said, running his thumb over the
"Yes, well, let's get to it, shall we?" Giles yawned.
Willow yawned too. "Don't yawn, it's contagious."
Buffy yawned. "Stop!"
Spike opened the pizza box. "Any garlic on this?"
"Who said you could have any?" Xander snapped.
"If I'm gonna have to listen to you sprogs yap for the
rest of the night, I think I deserve a little treat, alright?"
Spike grabbed a slice and sniffed it. "No garlic. Thanks
for thinkin' of me." He took a bite.
"Aren't vampires supposed to eat blood?" Xander asked
"Why?" Spike leered at him. "You volunteering?"
"No!" Xander hopped backwards. "And don't leer
at me like that."
"Spike doesn't eat just blood. Spike is special,"
Buffy said patronizingly as she pushed past him to pick up a slice.
"Think so, love? Not a week ago you were in my lap,
tellin' me how very 'special' I was."
Buffy cringed and said, "Luckily, I have no recollection
"Is that so?"
"It is. Willow did a forgetting
spell for me. Right, Will?"
"Oh, uh... r-right," she confirmed off of Buffy's
"Hey!" Spike complained. "When do I get one?"
Willow looked from one to the other. "Maybe... tomorrow?"
"The sooner the better. No fair that she gets to forget."
He looked Buffy in the eye.
"No one said unlife was fair, Spike." Buffy put her
pizza on a plate and sashayed to the couch.
"Bint," Spike said under his breath.
"Shut your mouth," Giles said.
Spike wiggled his fingers. "Ooh, sorry, Dad."
"Please never call me that again."
"Looking up sand amulets and nothing so far," Willow
reported, typing at her computer. "You'd be amazed at how
many Belinda Carlisle sites there are, though..."
"Ooh, that song always creeped me out." Buffy concluded, "I think Belinda Carlisle may be a demon."
"There was a demon attached to this thing?" Xander
asked between munches, opening his book.
"Do try not to get grease on that book," Giles said,
stifling another yawn. "It's priceless, you know."
"Book, many thousands of dollars. Giles falling asleep
on the job -- now that's priceless."
"I'm pretty beat too," Buffy said, stretching. "But
the demon -- tall, skinny, glowy guy. Left the thing behind."
"Glowy?" Xander asked.
"Like a glo-worm." Buffy looked down at the charm
in her hand. A grain fell to the ground.
"That's new." Xander yawned and added, "Looks
like I'm not far behind you two. What time is it, anyway?"
"Was it an Arachna demon?" Anya suggested, ignoring
"No, I don't think so," Giles said. "It was
apparitionary. Only Buffy could see it."
Anya wrinkled her brow. "Interesting."
"Yeah, fascinating," Spike said indifferently, flinging
his crust on the pizza box. "I'm takin' a shower. Gotta wash
off all the goody-good vibes you people are oozing."
"Hey, Spike showers. Who knew?" Xander said.
"I just got the grossest picture in my head," Buffy
said, shuddering. "Thanks alot Xander."
"May as well join me, pet," Spike said. "You've
always got that handy forgetting spell in the morning."
"Seeing you naked? I don't think a forgetting spell would
even begin to cover that."
"Have it your way. Don't say I didn't
"Don't get water all over the floor," Giles called.
"And don't use up all my Brill Cream this time!"
"Wouldn't dream of it, Pops."
* * *
Spike closed the bathroom door behind him, t-shirt and comb
As he strutted down the hallway, slicking back his hair,
he was struck by the total lack of Scooby chattering.
When he reached the living room, he gasped at the sight before him.
The Scoobies were sound asleep.
"Bloody lightweights," he grumbled, glancing at the
clock. "Can't stay up past midnight."
Seeing everyone in repose, hearing their heartbeats echoing
through his skull, Spike pondered the possibilities of what he
could do to them -- if he only had the power.
Start with the Watcher. Then do the witch, the sprog and his
sprightly ex-demon, and arrange them all in a grotesque little
pile. Then, wake the Slayer and let her see it, right before he
tears her throat out with his razor-sharp teeth.
Spike smiled at the comforting thought, then returned to
"Bleedin' shame," he said out loud.
He shrugged, and sauntered to the kitchen to grab a box of
Wheetabix and a package of blood.
On his way back, he spotted the title of a book beside Willow:
Demon Behaviour and Dark Practices.
"Hm." He picked it up, and walked toward the couch.
The Slayer's bare legs were stretched across it. Tan and shiny.
Well, he wanted his spot back. No harm in moving her a
He scooched her, then took a seat at the far end of the couch.
"Unh." She stretched, and her feet landed in his
Spike sighed, and looked down at her pink-polished toenails.
Slayer toes. Looked so delicate, so tiny, but those little feet
packed a wallop he'd prefer never to feel again. He opted not
to disturb her.
Sipping idly from his mug, he opened the book to the last chapter.
Modification and Transcendence of Demon Traits
"What about the other way 'round?" Spike wondered, scanning
"Uh-huh," Buffy giggled.
Startled, Spike looked up and ventured a quiet, "Buffy?"
"No way," she said. Eyes shut, smile on.
She shifted and her feet moved, her toes kneading his lap.
"Slayer talks in her sleep," Spike surmised and added sarcastically, "Isn't
that just adorable."
"You're such a pig."
He muffled a laugh. No guesswork in who she was dreaming about.
She giggled again. "Spike. Stop."
His eyebrow shot up. That wasn't the way she normally spoke
"Spi..." This time it was an unmistakable urgent
The Slayer was dreaming about him. Like... that.
She rubbed her legs together and breathed, "Please..."
Spike became instantly aroused, his erection threatening to
pop out of his jeans.
He put his book down, and tried to figure out what to do.
Her watcher was in the recliner, head tilted back, mouth open,
snoring -- but facing them nonetheless. He wondered if Rupert was
a light sleeper.
"Please," she whimpered.
"Please what?" he whispered.
"Keep touching me," she answered.
Spike let this sink in for a moment. Then he looked around
Dead to the world, all.
He reached over and turned off the light beside him, just in
case. A bit of darkness could buy him a little extra time.
Tentatively, he touched her foot.
"Mmmn..." Her feet pushed into him, encouraging.
He ran his fingers softly up her calf, over her knees, to the
hem of her skirt. To get any closer he'd have to bend over.
"Yes," she said.
Well, that did it. He hazarded a glance at Giles and bent towards
her, pushing under her skirt, between her--
She clamped her thighs shut around his arm. He tried to pull
away, but she was too strong. Good show,
Spike. What the hell would he say if she woke up right now?
How many seconds 'til the stake appeared and he was dust?
Well. Might as well make the most of it.
Between her legs, he explored, seeking her heat. When he moved
her panties aside, he found a nice surprise.
Wet, wet, Slayer. Bad girl.
He slowly slid one finger in.
Was it her slayer strength or her inexperience that made her
so damn tight?
Either way, there was nothing more he wanted at that moment
than to bury himself inside of her.
"Ohhhh," she moaned throatily.
Spike closed his eyes. Keep that up and you'll get more
than you bargained for, Slayer.
"Don't stop," she urged.
Don't worry, he almost said aloud. I won't.
He pulsed his finger in and out of her, then found her engorged
clit and rubbed it softly with his thumb. She got even
"Oh god," she breathed.
"That's right," he said gruffly, getting a little
His hard-on was raging. Something had to be done about that.
With his free hand, he grabbed his black t-shirt and draped
it in front of him while he unbuttoned his jeans.
Thick cock in hand, he started to stroke.
Buffy was squirming on the couch, arching her back and pumping
her pelvis up to meet each thrust of his fingers.
Always knew you'd be a demon in the sack...
He contemplated taking her upstairs and making her dream come
true, but it was unlikely she'd let him anywhere near her
when she was conscious.
He bent down to her ear, his two hands working them both. "Slayer,"
"So bloody hot."
"More," she said.
Oh, if only, Slayer. If only.
At that thought, he came in quiet bursts, and used his shirt
to absorb the ejaculate.
Seconds later, she shuddered and spasmed into his hand with a very loud, "Unnnhhh!"
Spike shot up, certain that everyone in the room, including
the Slayer, would wake up to that noise.
Not a stir.
He frowned. Are these people drugged?
Carefully, Spike extracted his hand from between the Slayer's
soft thighs. She smiled and sighed, drifting into a deeper sleep.
Captivated by the sheen on his middle finger, he brought it
to his mouth.
"Mmm," he moaned, sucking in her heady flavor. "Magically
She hummed in agreement and turned onto her stomach, her ass
in full view.
"Don't tempt me, sweet," he said.
He tucked himself away and fastened his pants, then balled
up his shirt and flung it backwards into the kitchen sink. He'd
deal with it later.
Giles snorted in his sleep.
"Now don't you start. I'm only tending to the lady here,"
Spike said, amusing himself.
He spotted something black and glittery on the coffee table
and reached over to pick it up.
"Huh," he said, recognizing it immediately. "What's
this doin' here?"
Realization dawned as he looked around at the snoozing lot.
Out of the corner of his eye, Spike saw a flash in the window.
He moved closer and peered out.
Suddenly, a tall, very pale figure in a black robe appeared.
Spike opened the window and held up the amulet.
"Lookin' for this, mate?"
"Yes," the figure said in a gossamer voice and reclaimed
the item with long white fingers. "You will be rewarded."
Spike wasn't impressed. "Yeah, but uh, one thing. I'm
a vampire. I don't dream."
The figure's opalescent black eyes caught the light. "You
With that, he disappeared.
"Okay then." Spike raised his brows in appraisal.
"Not a bad bloke."
When he turned back, everyone was rousing.
The vampire shook his head. Dim-witted humans...
Giles spoke first. "Good heavens, I must have dozed off."
Computer keys imprinted on her face, Willow croaked, "Me
"Me three," Xander said, blinking.
They looked at one another in confusion.
Buffy, on the other hand, was stretching with a big, content
smile on her face.
"Pleasant dreams, Slayer?"
Buffy turned to scowl at him, but was momentarily sidetracked
by the site of his exposed chest. "What are you smiling
"You never told me you were a sleeptalker."
Buffy's eyes widened. Looking absolutely mortified, she scrambled
to the bathroom.
Spike laughed. "Anyway," he addressed the room. "We
had a visitor just now. Can't see how you could've missed 'im.
Oh that's right -- you were all sleeping."
"A visitor? Who?" Giles asked, rubbing his neck.
"The Sandman, you pillocks. Wanted his bleedin'
"Oh God! The Sandman!" Giles exclaimed, sputtering.
"Of course! How could I be so stupid?"
"Wonderin' that myself," Spike said.
"The Sandman?" Willow asked. "But I thought
he was a myth, like the tooth fairy."
"Tooth fairy's no myth," Spike attested. "Just
not the little flitting tinkerbell you think. More like a hideous
winged demon who feeds on children's extra parts."
"It's true," Anya affirmed.
"You know," Xander said, shaking a finger, "I
never did get my shiny nickel."
Giles chastised himself, "I can't believe I didn't realize
it was the bloody Sandman. Not a demon at all."
"Losin' your touch, Rupert?"
Giles glared at Spike, then informed the gang, "The Dream
King presides over another realm of existence. I never knew he
actually walked through this plane."
"So," Willow said. "You mean he was just... doing
"Oopsie?" she squeaked.
"Yes, oopsie," Spike said. "You'd do well to
check these things out before you bring 'em in here. Could be
bloody dangerous." He turned on the light by the couch.
"AAAH!" Xander covered his eyes. "I'm being
blinded by Spike's whiteness!"
Spike explained coolly, "Shirt got dirty."
"Well, cover yourself up," Xander said. "It's
Anya said with a shrug, "I think he has a nice body."
Spike grinned, but was distracted by the Slayer emerging from
Buffy immediately gathered her stuff. "We're going now
"But -- you haven't heard about the amulet! Can you believe--"
"You can tell me on the way." Buffy headed for the
door. "Bye guys, bye Giles."
"See ya Buff," Xander said, slightly bewildered by
her quick exit.
Spike strolled after her. "Don't I get a goodbye,
"No," she snapped. Concentrating on avoiding his
eyes, she somehow let her gaze stop at his rippling chest muscles
again. "God, will you put a shirt on?"
"Thank you!" Xander chimed in agreement.
Spike shot an arm out, cutting Willow off at the threshold.
"Tell me one thing before you go, Red."
"Uh... okay." Willow shifted uncomfortably.
"There is no forgetting spell, is there?"
"Well--" She looked helplessly at Buffy, whose eyes
were fixed on a spot on the floor. "No, n-not exactly..."
Buffy whipped her head up.
Spike smirked proudly at Buffy, who was now shooting eye-daggers
at Willow. "All I wanted to know."
"W--" Willow blustered at Buffy. "I don't lie well!"
With a frustrated whimper, Buffy marched outside.
Willow threw Spike a glare before following her friend.
Spike smiled, and stuck his head out the door. "Oh, Slayer?"
Buffy cocked her head slightly, but didn't stop her stride.
"You owe me a shirt."
Her fists opening and closing, Buffy absorbed the information.
"Oh... god!" she sputtered in revulsion, and sped up.
A confused Willow hurried behind. "Buffy?"
"I don't want to talk about it," Buffy chirped.
Spike chuckled his way back inside.
In the kitchen, Giles was holding a wet, black t-shirt by one
tiny corner, as if it had a disease.
"Exactly what sort of dirt is this?"