Chapter 1 - Divorce Oh Divorce
Buffy Summers sat at the end of her bed, holding her stuffed pig Mr. Gordo to her chest. Tears began to trickle down her small, frail face as she listened to her parents argue. The taste of salt tears filled her mouth and she cried harder but silently.
Tired of the yelling, she got up from her bed, throwing the stuff animal onto it and stormed out of her room. She ran down the stairs and out the door, into the night. She knew her parents would be mad but then she wondered would they even notice. They were surely to busy wrapped up in their fight to notice their only daughter had run out of the new house.
Hank and Joyce Summers moved to Sunnydale, hoping the small town would help bring them back together. After living only two days in the house, Hank and Joyce gave up on the idea but would not leave for Buffy’s sake.
Buffy walked down the street, hugging herself with her arms to keep warm. Tears tumbled down her red moist cheeks as she walked to her destination – the park. When she reached the park, she sat down on a swing and began to cry, her sobs shaking her small body.
William or Spike as so many of his friends called him, walked down the street with his friends, laughing as they made their way to their rightful homes after a fun game of football, or soccer as his American friends called it. Just as they turned down the street to pass the park, he heard a faint sound. He stopped, trying to listen a little more closely. “Hey Spike! Come on! I gotta get home or else I’ll be dead tomorrow,” one of the boys said. All them stopped and starred at him as he listened. Sure enough, he heard the sound again.
“You guys go on, I forgot something back at the field,” Spike stated, waving them off.
“Dude, you know there are whacks around here. What if they find you?” another boy said, trying to talk sense into his friend.
“Don’t worry Xander; I can take care of my self. I don’t need a bloody babysitter. Just go. I’ll catch up soon.” Spike began to run into the park, towards the noise that he heard.
“What are you doing?” Xander yelled.
“Taking a short cut! Just go on!” The boys chuckled lightly, shaking their heads as they started to walk back to their homes.
“Well, we warned him.”
Spike smiled happily when they left and followed the sound that was coming from the far end of the park. There he saw a small girl, sitting on a swing, crying. Cocking an eyebrow up, he jogged over to her. “Hey. What are you doing out here all alone? You know there are wankers out her that would love to get their hands on you.” The girl looked up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her blonde hair whipped around her face in the wind as she looked up at the boy in front of her. Her brow turned into a frown as she found she did not know him but then she remembered she didn’t know any one. “What do you want?” she asked, wiping her tears away from cheeks.
“Are you crying?” he asked, sitting down on the swing next to her.
“No. I’m not,” she stated, sitting up straight and glaring at him. He chuckled, smiling at her.
“Sure. What’s your name?” Spike began to push off, pumping his legs as he began to swing.
“Buffy,” she said, watching him as he continued to swing. “What’s your name?”
“Spike,” he stated, as he reached the highest he could swing. At this, Buffy laughed, a little too loudly. Spike looked down at her as he swung back at forth; letting his feet drag on the ground. When he came to a halt, he leaned towards her, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her. She tried to hold back her laughing as hard as she could but soft giggles escaped her lips, and he smiled.
“What’s so funny Miss Buffy?”
“Spike. That’s a funny name.”
“And why is that?” he asked, standing up and looking down on her. She shook her head, turning to look at something else other then his intense blue gaze. Spike shrugged, looking at her. “So, how old are you?”
“Why should I tell you? You could be one of those ‘wankers’. How do I know you’re not going to rape me or something?” she asked teasingly, swaying in the swing from side to side. Spike smiled taking hold of the swing, stopping her movements.
“What if I am? Are you sure you should be joking around with me like that?” Buffy looked up at him, wide eyes. He had caught her off guard. Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, she stood, looking him straight in the eye. He smiled at her boldness, but cringed inside as a sudden erection formed. Feeling her slid up against like that did more than he thought it would. She was young, or she looked it. He was sixteen, feeling this way towards her was wrong.
Buffy could feel his erection against her stomach, making the lump in her throat come back up. “If you were, you would’ve already fucked me six ways to Canada.” That doesn’t sound so bad luv, Spike thought, his eyes glazing over with lust. No. Bad, you shouldn’t want to do that to a young girl! She probably doesn’t even know what she’s talking about. Think about – mum. Buffy sighed when he stepped back from her, but a little disappointed that he did. “I should get going.” Spike nodded letting her walk past him.
“I’ll walk you home. Wouldn’t want you being hurt and all. Considering I’ve taken a liking to you all of a sudden. We should hang out some time.” Buffy smiled, walking beside him.
“I’m sure you say that to all the girls.” Spike chuckled, smiling down at her.
“Oh yea. Every single one of ‘em.”
Buffy laughed happily as she walked down the street with towards her house with Spike. He was nice, calm, and sweet. Crush materiel majorly. His cheekbones were sharp, pronounced. His bottom lip a little fuller then his top. His hair was blonde, bleached unlike hers’, it was curly she could tell, even though much gel had it slicked back. He was tall, 5’ 10” most likely and well muscled. He seemed lanky yet fit and probably was pretty big in other areas. To top it all off, he had to most gorgeous blue eyes she had ever seen. They were so blue, bluer than a clear blue sky or the sea. And that was just his looks. Though he wore black clothes and acted tough, she could tell by just looking into his deep blue eyes, there was another side of him. A side that she hope he would some day share with her.
Spike shoved his hands in his duster pockets as he walked beside the bubbly blonde that walked next to him. Usually, girls like her made him want to give up on girls all together. But she was different. Moody too, he thought. What she was acting like now was a big contrast to what she had been acting like only a short few minuets ago. He smiled again as he watched her laugh. Too bad mate. She would have been a good one, he thought to himself. But wait! You don’t even know how old she is! How do you know she’s the unforbidden fruit?, another voice asked. He pushed the thought back as they turned onto Revello Drive. Soon, he found himself standing in front of her house, facing her. “Thank you,” he heard her whisper. He smiled, looking down at her.
“No problem luv. You’re a nice bird. We should hang out sometime.” Buffy looked up at him, smiling.
“Yea, that would be great. So, I’ll see you later?” Spike nodded, stepping a little closer to her.
“Definitely ducks. You take care ok? Don’t want you crying.” Buffy nodded, looking up into his deep blue eyes. “Promise?”
“Cross my heart, hope to die.”
“Stick a needle in your eye,” Spike added, chuckling lightly, tapping her at the tip of her nose.
“OK, bye then.” Spike nodded, as she opened the door. Before she disappeared inside, he pulled her back to give her a warm hug and kiss her gently on her forehead.
“Be seeing you,” he whispered before disappearing down the street.
Buffy smiled, running up to her room. She flopped down on her bed, holding Mr. Gordo close to her. She turned over, looking up at the ceiling, daydreaming of the boy she met for five minuets before her mother walked in. Buffy sat up on her bed, looking at her mothers’ face, her cheeks tear stained. “Mom? What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing sweetie. It’s just your dad and me. Don’t worry; we’re going to make this work. I promise you. Now, go take a shower and get ready for bed. Tomorrow, you have to come with me to work.” Buffy nodded, hugging her mother before she went off to do the task.
“Ouch. Ow. Ouch,” she chanted as she tried to brush her tangled mane. “I’ll never use that shampoo again!” Giving up, she hastily brushed out most of the knots and then pulled her damp hair back into a messy bun. She looked back at her clock and sighed as it blinked eleven thirty. “I’m not even tired yet.” Sighing, she climbed into her bed and turned her light off.
Time passed and soon it was twelve but Buffy had found she was not able to fall asleep. She turned in her bed, closing her eyes tightly as she hopped sleep would come and take her then. But sleep did not come. Only, the small sound of tapping on her window. She looked over at it, thinking it was only rain until she saw a flash of platinum blonde hair. “Spike?” She walked over to her window, opening it. “Spike?” she whispered. Suddenly, he popped his head up, startling her. She stumbled back, catching her breath as she did. He smiled, looking at her warmly.
“Can I come in?” he whispered. She nodded, looking around her darkened room. Soon, he was standing before her, looking down at her.
“What are you doing here?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” he replied, shrugging before he sat down on her bed, cringing as it creaked under his weight. He smiled as she fidgeted where she stood. Her nightgown was an oversized shirt showed most of her curves as the fabric clung to her body. He smiled, leaning back on his elbows. “Nice bed,” he stated, waggling his eyebrows suggestively at her. Buffy’s heart began to pound hardly in her chest at the suggestion but she hid it with a glare and crossing her arms over her chest. “Sorry luv. I couldn’t resist.”
“Yea, uh huh. Sure. I totally believe you,” she teased, sitting down next to him. “So, are you really just here because you couldn’t sleep? I mean, you could have gone to any other persons' house but you come to mine. So, spill.” Spike smiled, sitting up straight next to her.
“To tell you the truth, I’m not sure why I came here. Usually when I’m up late, I wank off. But tonight, something, I don’t know, told me to come here. Subconscious shit.” Buffy nodded, looking around the room.
As time passed, they talked, about their lives, their friends, anything that came to mind. Around four, both laid down on the bed and closed their eyes, talking idly before drifting off to a peaceful slumber.
“Wake up Sunnydale! This is your host, Deven Eagle! We have a great show lined up for us today-“ Buffy hit the snooze button once, groaning as she opened her eyes. She glared at the clock as it blinked at her ‘6:15’ with its neon green light.
“Sod off Da,” came a groan from beside her. Soon she felt an arm around her waste, pulling her towards whoever lied beside her. Her breath hitched in her throat as she tried to recall the past nights events. Then it hit her. She squeaked, turning in his grasp, shaking him to wake up. “No. Gimmie second.”
“Spike! Wake up! My mom!” She paused looking towards the door. “My mom.” As if Joyce Summers had heard her, she knocked on the door.
“Buffy? Are you awake?”
“Bleeding!” Spike groaned next to her, burring his face into her pillow.
“Buffy?”
“I’m up mom! I just stepped on a pen!” Buffy said, looking between Spike and the closed door.
“OK sweetie. Hurry up though!” She waited until she heard the footsteps retreat until she began to shake Spike.
“Alright, alright I’m up!” he groaned, pushing up on his forearms. He looked up at her through hooded eyes, his brow turning into a frown. “Buffy? What are you doing in my bed?”
“You mean what are you doing in my bed!” At this, spike awoke fully, jumping up from the bed. “Ok, I have to get ready to go to my mom’s work and I’m guessing you’re parents will be pretty pissed if they find you not in your own bed. So, what do we do?”
“Dunno. My Da most likely doesn’t even know I’m gone.” Buffy nodded, pulling out clean clothes as she listened.
“Ok. Um, I guess you could stay here until my dad leaves or you could come with us.”
“And how do we plan on pulling this off?”
“Simple, I ask my mom. You climb out the window, ring the doorbell and ask if I can hang out. Then, I ask. She might even say I can stay home. Um, can you turn around.”
“Does it matter? I mean, we’ve been in the same bed together already,” he asked, smiling at her. Again, Buffy crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. “Alright, alright. I’m turning around, but if I peek, I blame on my dick.” He could hear the rustle of clothing behind him. He crossed his arms, waiting for her finish. Impatient as he was, he turned around and caught a glimpse of a shirt being pulled down. Swallowing the sudden lump in his throat, he turned back around.
“You can turn back around now.”
“That’s it! I’ve had it Joyce. It’s over! I can’t do this anymore!” Hanks’ voice boomed through the house. Buffy looked towards the door.
“Fine then! Get out! I don’t want to see you again!”
“Fine!” Tears brimmed at her eyes as she stumbled back towards her bed, staring at the door. This had never happened before. She jumped when she heard the front door slam closed.
Spike watched as sobs racked her body. He frowned, sitting next to her and taking her into his arms. She curled up into a ball in his arms, sobbing quietly onto his chest. He held her tightly, running his hands through her hair. “Shhh. It’ll be ok luv.”
“Please don’t leave me,” she whispered. Spike wasn’t sure if she was talking about him or her dad. When her grip on his shoulders tightened, he kissed the top of her golden mane.
“I won’t luv. I won’t.”
TBC....
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
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03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
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08/31/16 03:43 pm
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