Fic: The Spirit of the Calling (Rupert/Buffy - NC-17 or FRAO) - Part 1

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  Hey, all. I'm doing the last minute step in thing today, so instead of a bunch of short entries as I usually do, I'm going to post the first two parts of a very long story that I'm working on. I signed up for a second posting day on the 27th and I'll put up the rest of it then.

Title: The Spirit of the Calling
Author’s Name: The Library Girl (E-Mail: thelibrarygirl@Yahoo.com)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: NC-17 or FRAO
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Warnings: Lots of crazy sex.
Season: Takes place at the end of season four.
Word Count for the Entire Story: 40,247
Word Count for this Section: 3127

Summary: The joining spell to defeat Adam resulted in nightmares for the group, but that wasn’t the only side effect. Buffy realizes that something in her has changed. Can Giles get her through it? And what will the effect be on their relationship? What exactly will the Council have to say about it this time?

Spoilers: For the episode, Restless.

Disclaimer: This is where I put the statement saying that I do not own Buffy, Giles, Sunnydale, or anything relating
to the show. No one is paying me to do this and if you feel the sudden urge to send me gifts, you might want to talk
to someone about that. Joss Whedon owns all things Buffy and has not given me permission to use these characters
as I have so if you have problems with the story, please send your e-mails to me, not him.

Author’s Notes: Thanks need to be given, and here is where they go. Thanks to Joss for creating characters so fun to watch and to borrow for a bit. Thanks to Tony Head for making Giles so amazing. I tried to fight it, but he was just too remarkable not to fall for. Thanks to Meca, for catching the stealthy mistake that everyone else missed. You're the best! Thanks to Lisa for taking time from her vacation to read this monster for me. (And for pointing out there is no such words as "Iniative".) I owe you big time! Thank-you to Michelle the Amazing Beta Goddess who found a million mistakes and cheered me on through this. Without her, it would not exist. Thank you to Jess for the beta and the support.  Thanks to Ann for handholding me through the rough patches, listening to all my whining, finding my mistakes, and making me a better writer. I couldn't do it without you; wouldn't want to try.

The Spirit of the Calling

Buffy tossed her head to the side, her face drawn into a frown. She swallowed hard, her eyes squeezing further shut. To anyone observing her, she was having a normal nightmare. But Buffy was the Slayer and her nightmares weren’t normal. This one was worse. There was something almost real about it.

She had been dreaming about the First Slayer. It had been a bit disjointed and Tara was in it. Now she was sitting up in her living room, looking around. Willow, Xander, and Giles were sleeping in various places around the room. Buffy groaned and started to rise when she was knocked back to the floor. She heard a deep growl and feeling panic race through her, she looked up to see a shape looming over her. As her mind was still struggling to make sense of the whole thing the shape pulled out an object and began to stab at Buffy. She realized that the object was a stake, just as she recognized that the shape above her was the First Slayer. Her heart rate slowed down and she looked up at the woman, rolling her eyes.

“Are you quite finished?” Buffy asked with a sigh as the First Slayer pulled her stake out of the floor. “It's over, okay? I'm going to ignore you, and you're going to go away. You're really gonna have to get over the whole ... primal power thing. You're *not* the source of me.”

Buffy walked across the room and picked up her blanket, sitting back down on the sofa next to Willow, while the First Slayer stared at her.

“Also, in terms of hair care, you really wanna say, what kind of impression am I making in the workplace? ’Cause…” Buffy sat up on the sofa, looking around the room.

Giles, Willow and Xander woke up at the same time. They all sat up, looking at each other. Wordlessly they rose and went into the kitchen.

“The First Slayer. Wow,” Willow said, settling into a chair.

“Not big with the socialization.” Xander added, sitting next to her.

“Or the floss,” Willow replied.

“Somehow our joining with ... Buffy and ... invoking the essence of the, the Slayer's power was an affront to the source of that power,” Giles said, his brow furrowing as he pulled up a chair on the other side of the table.

“You know, you could have brought that up to us *before* we did it.” Buffy replied, looking at him as she sat next to him.

“I did. I said there could be dire consequences.”

“Yes, but you say that about chewing too fast.”

He made a face at her, causing her to grin unrepentantly at him.

“Well, either way, we tapped into that power, the essence that makes the Slayer the Slayer,” he said with a tired sigh.

“There won’t be other consequences, will there?” Willow asked, her voice slightly hysterical.

“I can’t see that there would be. We faced the First Slayer and Buffy came away victorious.”

“Good, because I’m not wanting to deal with anymore crazy nightmares,” Buffy said with a yawn.

A noise caught their attention and they all turned to see Joyce walking in wearing a bathrobe.

“I’m guessing I missed some fun?”

They sat drinking hot chocolate until the sun came up, all a bit twitchy to be alone. But the next morning, by the light of day, everything seemed normal again and they all went back to their usual routine.

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Buffy was running through the Restview cemetery at top speed, hot on the trail of a lean yellow demon. It had been three days since the joining spell that she had done with her friends. In that time they had all taken some time off, resting from the fight with Adam. But tonight Buffy had felt cooped up. Apparently she had rested long enough and she wanted to get out and do a patrol.

It was a good thing she had. She’d brought Riley along for company, sure she wouldn’t run across anything worth fighting. The first cemetery had been quiet, not even a vampire to be found. But five minutes after they had walked into this one, they had seen it. It was tall, scaly, yellow, and busily digging at a new grave.

Oblivious to Riley’s shouts of caution, Buffy had run at it, landing a kick to its ribs and sending it sprawling. It leapt to its feet and Buffy assumed a fighting stance, sure it would rush at her. Instead it had taken one look at her and run the other direction.

“What the heck?” Buffy said, making a face. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s not polite to grave rob and run?”

Normally she would have just let it go and consulted with Giles later. But for some reason, the idea of that thing escaping bothered her and before she knew it, she was running after it. It had a pretty good head start and logic dictated that she would never be able to catch up to it. But as she ran she felt energy surging through her. All her muscles felt loose, her heart beat sped up, but then found a rhythm and settled there. Her lungs easily drew in air and she pushed herself forward, finding an effortless burst of speed.

She had never felt so alive. All her senses seemed on greater alert. Normally she had to exert an effort to veer around the gravestones, but tonight she was leaping over them with a graceful ease. Her Slayer hearing allowed her to notice sounds others couldn’t, but as she ran she realized that she could hear the heartbeat of the creature she was chasing and changed her course to pursue it. She could feel the cool night air caressing her skin and it set her blood on fire.

As she rounded the Ravensberg crypt, she saw the demon a few feet in front of her. She thought she’d reached her limits, but she added an extra burst of speed and quickly caught up with it. She kicked out, taking its legs out from under it, just as Giles had taught her to do when they sparred. It went down with a grunt, rolling into a grave marker and cracking the stone. It gave an angry growl, getting to its feet and facing her.

She should have taken a minute to think about strategy, how best to overcome her opponent. Instead she acted on instinct, moving forward to pummel the beast about the head. Ordinarily her punches were deadly and fast, but tonight it seemed there was no stopping her. Her first punch caught it on the side of the head and it reeled from the blow. Buffy moved closer, pressing her advantage and causing the demon to back up a step. As it was getting its balance, Buffy hit it with two swift blows to the jaw and green blood flew into the night. She could smell the tangy sweetness of it as it splattered onto the grass and it lit a fire in her brain. The next thing she knew she was standing over the body of the demon, its neck at an odd angle, blood everywhere. She didn’t really remember the fight, but a sense of victory surged through her.

“Buffy? Buffy where are you?” Riley’s voice was full of panic.

“I’m over here!” She called back, looking around the graveyard and pushing down the desire to find something else to kill.

Riley came running up, gasping in air, worry plainly on his face.

“Why did you run off? Why didn’t you wait for me?”

“I couldn’t let it get away,” Buffy replied, gesturing to the creature on the grass in front of her.

“You could have gotten hurt,” Riley said, his expression turning a bit petulant. “You know the rules. Never take on an HST without backup.”

“Riley, those are the Iniative’s rules, not mine. I’m the Slayer and as you can see, I did just that. I slayed.”

Riley looked at the demon at her feet and grudgingly sighed.

“Well, I suppose you did. Next time, be more careful please?”

Buffy nodded, watching as he moved forward to examine the body. Something about the way he moved sent a flush of heat through her. She took a deep breath, attempting to clear her head.

“We should…we should call Giles,” she said, still watching him closely. “He can tell us what it is and if there’ll be more.”

Riley seemed like he was going to argue, but he turned to look at her and nodded.

“It would take too long to get Initiative personnel here anyway.” He rose from where he’d been kneeling and moved to stand close to Buffy. “We can call him from my dorm room.”

Buffy just nodded at him, searching his face. Powerful waves of desire were washing over her and it was all she could do not to pin Riley against the side of the crypt and just take him hard. He didn’t seem to notice and he gently took her hand, leading her from the graveyard.

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Buffy swallowed hard as she followed Riley into his dorm room. All the way back to campus she had been swept under by intense waves of desire. Her whole body was on fire, her senses reeling from the need that made her ache.

Now as she walked behind him into his room, she could feel his body heat and it fed her cravings all the more. She could smell him and she swore she could taste him on the air. The salty, hot, slightly spicy flavor that filled her mouth made her heart beat faster. It took all her will power not to throw Riley onto the bed. What was happening to her?

“Mr. Giles?” Riley had obviously been saying something and she had completely missed it.

“I’m sorry?” She struggled to put her attention on what he was saying and not on the soft beat of his pulse that she could see fluttering at his neck.

“I said, weren’t you going to call Mr. Giles?”

“Oh, yeah, right.” Buffy had forgotten all about Giles. She’d forgotten about the demon for that matter. Everything but Riley and her need to make love to him had deserted her.

She sighed, moving to the phone and dialing Giles’s number.

“Hello?” Buffy blinked as she felt a fresh wave of desire run through her, sharp and hot, at the sound of his perfect British voice. “Hello?”

“Oh, um…hi,” Buffy stuttered, trying to wrap her mind around what was happening. “Hey, Giles.”

“Buffy? Are you all right?”

“I’m…yeah, I’m fine. I was calling to tell you about a demon I killed.”

“You fought a demon? Are you sure you are all right?”

Buffy smiled at the concern in his voice. He always worried about her and that was so sweet. Was it odd that she was suddenly finding it sexy? She blinked again, shaking her head.

“No Giles, I’m fine. But you might want to go out to Restview and get it. I left it over by the Ravensberg crypt.” She paused, noticing his breathing on the other end of the phone and feeling shivers across her skin from it. Maybe the demon had something to do with this. “Hey Giles, this thing was tall, thin, scaly, and yellow. Sound familiar?”

“Well, it could be any number of demons, Buffy.”

“Um…oh! It was digging up a grave and it had red eyes. Does that help?”

“That does narrow it down, but why don’t we wait until I can study the body before we say for sure.”

“I guess.” She felt a stab of disappointment, followed quickly by fresh desire as she heard him swallow. She could picture his sexy throat, long and…what the heck? “Giles, I need to know. Could any of the demons cause…well, could they…it’s just…”

“Buffy, what’s wrong?” The concern was back and Buffy had to close her eyes against her need for him.

“Giles, could any of those demons make me…well, hot?” Her face burned as she whispered the question into the phone, praying Riley wouldn’t hear.

“Hot? Do you have a fever?”

“Of a sort,” Buffy replied evasively.

“Of a sort? What does that mean? Buffy, are you ill?”

“No, I’m not sick, Giles. I’m just…well…you know how Faith would get after a fight?”

“I’m afraid I…oh wait. Xander once told me she had a phrase. What was that? Something about hungry and…” He paused and she could tell from the deep silence that he had remembered the other part.

“Let’s just say I’m not hungry. What the heck is going on?”

“You’ve never felt like this before?”

“After a fight? Not really. Mostly I just want a shower and a nap.”

“Could this just be a normal relationship thing between you and Riley?”

“Are you asking about our sex life?”

“I was rather trying not to. I’m just attempting to ascertain what might be behind this, Buffy.”

“Well, it’s not like we don’t have an active sex life Giles, but this…if it was just Riley, I might go there, but it’s not.”

“It’s not?”

“It seems to be anyone male. Just talking to you is getting me going all over again.”

“Me?” He sounded profoundly shocked.

“Now you can see why I’m a bit wigged. Could the demon have done this?”

“I…I don’t think so,” He was stuttering terribly and Buffy knew she had freaked him out. “None of the demons I know of that look like this could have that affect. But I’ll go and look right now. Would you like me to call you as soon as I find out?”

Buffy looked over at Riley who had stretched out on the bed. He was smiling at her in that sexy way that usually got her interested. Right now it was all she could do to answer Giles.

“Umm…no. Just call me in the morning. Thanks. Good night.” She hung up before he could say anything more and crossed the room to stand next to the bed.

Riley looked up at her and smiled. He sat up a bit, reaching for her hand.

“So, you want to…” Before he could finish she was on him, her mouth claiming his in a brutal kiss.

She could actually feel the blood rushing through her veins as she kissed him hard. She could feel him moving under her and she deepened the kiss, her teeth slamming against his. Riley made a muffled moaning noise and Buffy suddenly tasted blood. Something told her she should be worried, but quite the contrary; the fiery taste just fueled her passion.

She pulled him closer, her hand going desperately to his belt buckle. She could feel him swallowing convulsively against her and she broke the kiss, moving her mouth to his throat. As her lips brushed against his skin, a heat flushed through her whole body. She nipped at his neck, gently at first, but with increasing pressure, feeling her desire building with each bite. She felt his body jerk and suddenly he sat up.

“Ow! Buffy, what the heck is wrong with you?” He said as his hand went to his throat. He was looking at her with wide eyes.

“I…I just…” She could only stare at him.

“You hurt me.”

“I’m…I’m sorry.” Buffy blushed, looking down. “I guess, I just got a bit carried away.”

“Just a bit,” Riley replied. He smiled at her. “Why don’t you come over here and kiss it better?”

Buffy closed her eyes as he leaned in and gently kissed her. His mouth lightly caressed hers and her whole body responded. She leaned closer, trying to increase the pressure, build the friction, but Riley pulled back a little, keeping the kiss light. Buffy felt frustration and anger wash through her and it was all she could do not to knock him to the floor. His hand came up, cupping her breast, his thumb lightly stroking across it. While she welcomed the contact, she needed more. This felt like an itch, it made her skin crawl.

“Harder,” she panted against his mouth.

He increased the pressure a bit, doing nothing to fill her need. It seemed to make the itch worse. Her whole body felt like it was trying to get out of her skin. Suddenly she pushed him to the bed, pinning him beneath her.

“I said harder,” she growled, putting her hand over his and squeezing as hard as she could. A slight pain flared, but it was quickly replaced by a pleasure so deep that she cried out. She could feel him moving beneath her again, but only dimly, as she continued to show him what she needed, guiding his hand to her other breast. She placed his hand there and removed hers, seeking his belt again. After a brief second she realized his hand wasn’t on her breast. She opened her eyes.

“What the hell is the matter with you?” He was looking at her, shock evident in his wide eyes.

“Riley, I don’t understand.”

“You don’t understand? Buffy, first you draw blood and now you almost break my fingers. What is up with you?”

“I wasn’t…I didn’t…” Buffy drew in a breath. “I thought we were making love.”

“So did I. At least until you went all Faith on me.”

It was the worst thing he could have said and he knew it. She could only look at him, hurt beyond words.

“Buffy, I just want to know what’s going on.”

“I don’t know. I didn’t mean to…I was just…getting into it.”

“Well, can we get into it without the ER trip?”

Buffy smiled at him, knowing it wasn’t in her eyes. He didn’t notice. She sighed, scooting a little closer.

“Yeah, come here,” she said.

An hour later, Buffy lay staring at the ceiling. She and Riley had finished making love and she could feel his even breathing as he slept next to her. It had been just the way he’d wanted it, slow and tender, with him in control; a perfect sensual torture he’d said. For Buffy it had been torture of a different kind. Every time he’d touched her, she’d wanted to throw him down, to take over and make him give her what she wanted. It had taken everything she had to remain passive and her muscles ached from the effort. Their light romantic moment had only served to make the need worse and every cell in her body was screaming for a release of some kind.

She shifted on the bed, trying not to wake Riley. After a few more minutes, she got up and dressed. If she couldn’t sleep, she might as well do something useful. She quietly closed the door behind her as she went to patrol.


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