Chapter 6
Two seconds after Spike’s lips touched hers, Buffy bit him, hard. She drew blood. Spike didn’t relinquish the claim on her lips, and she must have decided she liked it because a few seconds later, Buffy opened her mouth and let his tongue enter. She moaned into his mouth and Spike was able to relax the grip he had on her, and let his hands slide down her arms to settle on her waist. Her own hands remained flush on his chest.
Tara and Dawn stood to the side, shifting their feet uncomfortable. Finally, Tara cleared her throat loudly, and Spike pulled away from the kiss. Buffy let out a little whimper at the loss of his touch and tried to pull him back toward her, but Spike held her back. He licked a bit of the blood off his lips and moved to wipe the blood off of Buffy, but she was already wiping it away herself. She looked a bit mesmerized at the sight of it and she held her hand up to Spike, making an inquisitive noise.
“It’s blood,” he told her. “Blood.”
“Blud,” she repeated and started to lick it off.
“No, don’t-don’t do that, luv,” Spike said, grabbing her hand.
“No blud?” Buffy asked.
“No, pet, no blood. We need to cut your hair, ‘kay? You need to let Tara,” Spike pointed at Tara. “Cut,” he made a scissors motion with his hands. “Your hair,” he pointed at her hair and made a mime of cutting it.
Buffy pulled a chunk of her hair in front of her face, inspecting it. She held it up to Spike.
“Hair,” he told her.
“Hair.”
“Yeah, show it, grow it, long as you can, hair,” Spike muttered. “Now,” he said steering Buffy back to the toilet. “Sit.”
“Sit,” Buffy repeated. “Tara, hair.” Then she made the cutting motion with her hand and eyed the scissors. “No blud.”
“No blood,” Tara told her.
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Xander slammed the book closed. “I don’t understand why we’re doing this. I mean, Buffy’s back, can’t we just y’know do a little spell to put her memory back and be all good?”
“Xander, magic doesn’t work that way. There are consequences to those kind of things,” Anya told him, picking up a chocolate covered donut.
“Anya’s right. We need to know where Buffy was so that we can help her with her rehabilitation,” Giles told him.
“Well, maybe I could do a little spell,” Willow said. “Just something that might help her communicate better?”
“NO! That’s the final answer on that. Wherever Buffy was, she was there for a very long time and we need to figure out how that affects her. She’s like a primitive, which goes along with the long time theory, but she doesn’t look like she’s aged…there must be a prophecy of some sort,” Giles cleaned his glasses on his shirt.
“Tell me that he didn’t just say the p-word?” Xander begged.
“No can do. He said the p-word,” Willow said.
“Wow, Buffy. You look so clean,” Anya announced, looking up at the top of the stairs.
“And so not wearing a lot of clothing,” Xander muttered.
“And your hair looks great,” Willow complimented, pointing at the now shoulder length hair and grinning.
“Tara cut,” Buffy replied, smiling back. “No blud.”
“Oh, well-well that’s good,” Willow said, looking at her girlfriend quizzically.
“Why would there be blood during a hair cut?” Anya asked.
Tara shook her head. “Don’t ask, but trust me, never walk up to Buffy with a pair of scissors in your hand.”
“Did she hurt you?” Giles asked, sharply.
“Oh, she didn’t hurt us. Spike saved us. She bit him,” Dawn said.
”She bit you?” Giles asked.
“That’s very sexual for her to do. Vampires like biting, makes them horny. I used to know this vampire who-“ Anya’s sentence was cut off by Xander’s hand going over her mouth.
“Ahn, never use the words sexual, biting, and vampires in a sentence in reference to Spike every again,” Xander said.
“But I was going to talk about a different vampire,” she insisted, pouting and crossing her arms.
“Never again, Ahn.”
“Fine, just for that, I’m not going to bite you ever. And it can feel really good if done correctly, but now you’ll never know.”
“Well, Xander. I guess your life will never be complete. You will never know the feel of Anya’s teeth in your skin. Whatever will you do?” Willow said, rolling her eyes.
“See, I told you she talks to me meanly. You just didn’t believe me,” Anya whispered loudly to Xander.
“I do not talk to you meanly,” Willow protested.
“Could we not go there right now?” Xander pleaded, looking between his girlfriend and his best friend. “We have fun prophecies to look up, right Giles? And-is Buffy peeing on the rug?”
“You spent over three hours with her in the bathroom, and not once did you consider showing her how to use a toilet?” Giles sputtered.
“Guess it slipped our mind,” Dawn said.
“It slipped-it slipped your mind?” Giles was cleaning his glasses so hard that he looked about to break them.
“S-s-s-sorry G-g-giles. I-I’ll c-clean it up and s-s-show her,” Tara blushed red.
“No, it’s not your fault,” Spike said, finally speaking up. “You did the best you could, pet.” He gently patted Tara on the arm before turning to the group. “Look, this thing going on here, it’s not going to be fun and it’s not going to be pretty, but you’re her mates and you should help her and love her and all that rot for how she is. I mean, she was in bloody Hell for Christ’s sake, a Hell that she went to trying to save your skins. So, yeah she’s a little off her noodle, but we-you’ll fix her and make her all right and well so that she can save the world for…orphans and kittens and all that’s bloody good in the world.”
“Gee Spike, almost sounded like you cared for a minute. Better watch that, big bad,” Xander snarked. “But then again, you like crazy girls, don’t you. Probably think this gives you a better chance with Buffy…and what were you doing upstairs with Buffy?”
“I would watch my mouth if I were you,” Spike snarled, moving toward Xander.
“Why? What are you going to do, talk me to death? And again I ask, what the hell were you doing upstairs? Trying to take advantage?” Xander retorted, moving forward as well.
“NO!” Buffy yelled, throwing herself between them. “No, Spike. No, Xander.”
“’S all right, luv,” Spike replied, stepping away.
“No,” she repeated.
“But Buffy, he’s an evil, soulless monster. He tried to see you naked,” Xander protested.
Buffy cocked her head to one said, like she was concentrating hard. She worried her bottom lip with her teeth and tangled her fingers in her hair. “Soulless,” she muttered more to herself then anyone else. “Soulless…soulless…soul…” Buffy leaned over and placed her hand on Xander’s chest, right over his heart. “No soul,” she muttered and made a staking motion with her hand.
“That’s right Buffy,” Giles said, encouragingly. “You are a Vampire Slayer, the one girl chosen in the whole world.”
“Except for Faith, cause she’s a Slayer too,” Anya added helpfully.
“Don’t confuse her,” Dawn snapped.
“I’m just trying to help,” Anya protested. “How am I not helping? I don’t understand.”
“You’re just not,” Dawn replied.
“M-Maybe less with things that might be c-confusing to her, m-more with the simple stuff,” Tara offered.
“Okay,” Anya smiled cheerily and walked out of the room. She returned holding a wooden stake that had been left in the kitchen. “Look Buffy, stake. Your weapon of choice. See, stake.”
Buffy turned her attention off of Xander and examined the piece of wood in Anya’s hand. “Stake,” she said softly.
“Yep, straight to the heart, nothing but dust,” Anya chirped.
“Heart…dust…no…soul…” Buffy appeared to be mesmerized by the stake. She picked it up and ran her fingers over it, turning it around in her hand. Buffy slid into a fighting stance, moving the stake around as though she was sparing with someone.
Spike hesitated a moment before stepping in front of her. The thought of ‘crazy Slayer with stake’ ran briefly through his head, but he was pretty sure that he could hold her off. Buffy stopped moving and waited for him to get into stance before swinging out with her leg. Spike caught it and pushed it backwards making her have to do a back hand spring to save her balance. He rushed forward, but she blocked him putting her fist square in his stomach. Spike stumbled back, but hit Buffy with an upper cut to the chin. She backed up and squatted down, eyeing him intently. Spike paused, confused in her action. He moved out of fighting stance and looked around at the others for help right as Buffy sprung into motion. She hit his shoulders square on causing him to fall backwards with Buffy straddling his waist. She held the stake above his chest.
“No soul. Stake, heart, dust,” she said and plunged the stake downward. “Done.”
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