Title: Shattered Illusions
Author: Michelle
Date: March 2005
Rating: FRM (mature persons)
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Setting: early season four
Disclaimer: These are not my characters. They belong to Joss, Twentieth Century Fox, UPN, WB & Mutant Enemy. This is purely for fun.
Distribution: If you want it, just ask.
Warnings: Dark fic.
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Buffy was grateful to see her friends as she walked into The Bronze. She plopped onto the couch next to Xander.
“Hey, Buff,” Xander said cheerfully. “You made it.”
Buffy sighed. “Yeah. I’m here. Where else would I be?”
“Patrolling,” Oz suggested.
“Been there, done that.”
“Weren’t you supposed to go see Giles after patrol?” Willow asked. “I thought there was going to be some Watcher/Slayer bonding tonight.”
“I thought so too, but when I called him earlier, he cancelled. He said he had guy things to do, that he wanted a night to himself.” Buffy slumped further into the couch.
“But I thought –”
“So did I, Will. I really thought he felt the same.”
“Oh, Buff, I’m sorry.”
“What?” Xander asked, confused. “Did I miss something?” He looked to Oz for help.
“Don’t ask,” Oz advised.
Buffy stood suddenly. “Anyone want drinks?”
“You don’t have to, Buffy.” Willow protested.
“It’s okay. Got nothing better to do. So, the usual?”
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She thought she felt him as she waited in line for drinks, but each time she turned around, he wasn’t there. “Okay, Buff. Get a grip,” she mumbled to herself. “Your mind’s just playing tricks on you.” Still, as she walked back to her friends, she couldn’t help glancing behind herself every few steps.
Xander insisted it was because she hadn’t had much fun recently and convinced her to dance with him. Soon, Xander tired and left Buffy to dance alone. Buffy was enjoying herself and had almost forgotten her earlier disappointment when she felt a presence behind her. Hands on her shoulders kept her from turning around.
“Hello, Buffy.” It was barely a whisper. “I’m sorry I cancelled earlier. It couldn’t be helped.”
Buffy shivered as he brushed hair away from her neck. “Giles,” she moaned softly.
He leaned in and spoke into her ear. “Come home with me.”
“What?” she asked. Something nagged at her, something she couldn’t quite grasp. “But –”
He spun her around and placed a finger to her lips; she shivered again. “Come home with me, Buffy,” he repeated.
She was mesmerized by the look in his eyes. She wanted so much to go with him, but something inside her told her she shouldn’t. “I can’t,” she said weakly.
He leaned down until his lips were close to hers. “Can’t?” He darted his tongue out and licked along her lips. “Or won’t?” He moved to her neck and licked from shoulder to ear. “What’s stopping you?” He drew her earlobe into his mouth and bit it, causing her to yelp.
“I’m here with friends,” Buffy answered. “I can’t just leave them.”
“I’m certain they’ll understand.” He licked her lips once more before kissing her, sucking her lower lip into his mouth and nipping at it lightly. When he pulled away, Buffy tasted blood.
‘What’s going on?’ she asked herself. ‘Why can’t I think?” Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt herself pressed up against a wall. ‘How did we get here? I don’t remember moving.’
“Either come home with me, or we can do this right here.”
“Do what?” she asked.
She felt a hand move up her thigh and slip under the edge of her skirt. “I want you. Come home with me, or I’ll take you right here.”
“We’ll be seen,” she protested, not knowing if she should be frightened or excited.
“No one will see a thing. I promise.”
Buffy looked around. Somehow he had moved them into a corner where they were hidden in shadows. “I can’t do this. It’s not right.”
“But you want this, don’t you, Buffy? You want me?” he asked as he pushed himself against her.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He kissed her hard as he lifted her and pushed her against the wall.
She kissed him back just as hard. She’d wanted him for so long. It didn’t matter where they were; they were together, and that’s all that mattered.
She heard him growl as he pushed into her. A warning went off in her head, but she dismissed it. This was just Giles; nothing bad could happen.
Soon, she felt herself starting to tumble over the edge. He must have noticed, because he suddenly changed the angle of his thrusts and tore his mouth away from hers.
“Oh, Buffy,” he growled and kissed her neck.
It was pure bliss as Buffy’s orgasm hit her – until she felt the fangs sink into her neck.
Reality crashed in, shattering the perfect illusion he had created. He held her against the wall as she struggled; he knew she was too weak to fight him now. He paused and kissed her again, letting her taste her blood on his lips.
Her last thoughts as he drank from her once more were of her friends. Would they have the strength to kill her?
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The End
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Read the prequel: Rejecting Forever