Challenge #9: 'Seeing Red'

[The_Narrator]

Seeing Red

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, no profit for me, blah, blah.
Rating: Somewhere around: 12 (UK) / PG 13 (US).
Apologies: I realise that this is actually Challenge 9, but I can't edit the title, so, sorry!
Thanks: Thanks to Llywela, who was able to edit the title. Also to Litzie for making the challenge in the first place.
Setting: A rewrite of a scene I DETESTED in Seeing Red.
Please only read this spoilered info. if you've read the fic.

Spoiler:

It also makes more sense I think, plus the biting provides more parallels with Angel biting Buffy, plus the biting = sex stuff providing more depth to the scene, (Is he trying to violate her? Is it the vampire trying to bite her? Is it both? Is it the mix of human and demon? Etc and it explains the did-Spike-go-for-the-chip-or-the-soul cave hunt crap better (I'd assume he's going for the soul, as a vampire with a soul (i.e. the closest to human he could get) wouldn't be able to bite her. Plus, knowing Spike and his avoidance of self-relating issues, it would mean he could explain away his attack on Buffy better, claiming it was the demon in him, rather than admitting that all of him (and therefore including the human bit of him) was involved. Plus, even more contrast with Angel c.f. his guilt over what Angelus did - can he really feel guilt for what Angelus did vs can soulful Spike feel guilt for what soulless Spike did? etc. And I apologise for being all Matrix-y by explaining more outside the text than in it ...

“Trust is for old marrieds, Buffy,” Spike said, chuckling. “Great love is wild ... and passionate and dangerous. It burns and consumes.” Buffy rolled her eyes, looking away.
”Until there's nothing left. Love like that doesn't last.”
”I know you feel like I do. You don't have to hide it anymore,” he insisted.
Buffy sighed exhaustedly. “Spike, please stop this.”

”Let yourself feel it.” Spike placed his hand on her waist. Buffy attempted to pull away, mumbling “No”, and when Spike did not give way, she pushed harder. “You love me,” he insisted, ignoring her cries of “Stop it!” Spike gripped Buffy against the side of the bath. He assumed his vampiric face, fangs emerging maliciously.

He forced his fangs into her neck, Buffy gasping as he did so. He drew back almost instantly; blood staining his lips. He carefully licked them, whilst two miniscule holes appeared, allowing blood to peep through Buffy’s pale neck, the shock of Spike’s actions stopping her from responding.

Spike lunged for her neck, biting powerfully. Buffy’s knees bent forward and her legs buckled, forcing her to kneel beside the bathtub, Spike crouching beside her. He forced Buffy onto her back, and lay on top of her waist, his fangs still deep in her neck despite her screams of protest. Spike lifted his head, gasping for air, temporarily releasing his grip around Buffy’s body. She took this sudden opportunity to kick Spike across the room. His jacket lay fallen from his shoulders among the broken shelf and its bathing accoutrements as he stood. Buffy's shock quickly turned to distress on her face as tears flowed almost as quickly as the blood surged down her neck and splashed onto her bathrobe.

“Ask me again why I could never love you.”

Spike stared at Buffy. He was incapable of speech. Of movement.

“Because I stopped you,” she continued angrily. Quietly, but each deep breath pulsating rage, she added, “Something I should have done a long time ago,” holding her hand to her reddening neck.