Buffy walked thru the cemetery her stake twirling between her fingers.  She wanted to go see Spike, but since the other night she has been almost afraid.  She had never reacted to him biting her like she did the other night, and she couldn't figure out what the deal was.  It turned her on like it always had; she knew he wouldn't hurt her.  She tried so many times after she had sent Angel to Hell to make Spike hurt her, but he would just take every punch and every kick she gave him until she tired out.  Afterwards he would rock her in his arms, soothing her tears with his soft words.  So she knew there would be no way Spike would ever hurt her, he would never drink too much.  Something the other night though was just different about the entire thing.  She had never acted like that before.  Kissing another man, letting another man's hands roam over her body arousing her.  That wasn't her, yet it felt amazing all the way up until he bit her.  Her thoughts of the previous night came to a barreling halt when a familiar accent swam thru the air.

"Hey cutie."  Spike grinned.  "Lookin for me?"

"A world of no."  Buffy shot back.

Spike strutted up to her gaining her pace, and grabbed her by the shoulders spinning her around.  She clenched her hand into a fist jabbing it up towards is chin in an upper cut sending him flying back over a tombstone.  Spike stood up from the ground whipping the blood from his lip, staring at the Slayer standing in a fighting stance.  He takes a running start and leaps onto her jumping from the tombstone.  They fall to the ground and she tries to free herself from his grasp as they tumble down the small hill.  They stop rolling and Spike pins her to the ground beneath him, smiling into her flaring green eyes.  She grabs the lapels of his duster and flips him off of her over her head.  Spikes leg smacks down on another nearby tombstone, and a cracking sound pours thru the night sky.  Buffy jumps from the ground, and looks down on Spike writhing on the ground clutching at his leg. 

"Had enough, Spike?"  Buffy questions.

"Never from you Slayer."  Spike spits.

Buffy moves over to his curled body and looks down at him.  Arching her leg back she slams her foot into his stomach, once, twice, on the third time Spike snatches at her foot making her loose balance and fall to the ground in front of him.  Buffy bends back her knee and side kicks in the face.  His face perches back, coming forward in vamp mode.  He staggers from the ground, axe-punching Buffy in the gut.  Her cry out in pain almost makes him smile.  He turns to walk away from her, when she stands up and jump kicks him in the back sending him flipping to the ground again.  Blood spills from his cracked lip as he stumbles to his feet, limping to a nearby tombstone ripping it from the ground and throwing it at Buffy.  Buffy moves to the right quickly, and the tombstone is smashed up against a nearby crypt.  Shards of the stone bounce of crypt smashing into Buffy's face, scrapping against her skin.  Droplets of blood drip down her face from the new cuts, and she catches the pain in Spike's eyes, before he turns and limps away.

"I never meant to hurt you."  Buffy whispers out to nobody.

Buffy walks home slowly thru the rest of the cemetery. Tonight's events crashing thru her mind.  She couldn't get the blood to stop dripping down into her face, and every time she tried to wipe it away it hurt to badly.  Pieces of concrete were stuck in her flesh, piercing her skin.  Her blood clouded her eyes, and the sweet taste of crimson danced on her tongue from her wounds.  She walked thru the cemetery carefully, hoping to make it home before she ran into somebody or something she would have to kill.  Tonight however, was not her luck.

Coming out of the last crypt where a pack of weird looking demons.  About seven feet tall, with long arms that dangled down to their knees.  Tusks petruded from their bottom lips, and there skin was scaly ash looking.  Their backs had spines pushing thru there meek attempts at clothing.  Buffy coughed to make her presence known.  She was grabbed from behind her arms pinned to her side, by rough cold arms.  She never heard their language before so she had no idea what was about to happen.  One of the other demons came close to her, and started sniffing her scent then roared out in a high-pitched scream.  He lashed his long arm out across Buffy's body breaking the skin like a whip.  She fought to get out of the demons arms, wiggling between each lash of the other's arm.  She turned her back facing the demon that was holding her, and he screeched out drool pouring from his mouth.  Another lash, and another lash broke thru the fine material of Buffy's shirt breaking open the skin on her back.  Blood poured from her new wounds like a waterfall, as each lash she took from this demon tore her skin apart, made her attempts to break free weaker.  She kicked the demon holding her with all her might on top of what she hoped was its knee, and he screamed out in pain dropping her limp body to the ground.

Her body lay on the cold wet grass.  Buffy tried to crawl, or stand up on her own two feet to get to safety.  She could barely move, and every time her back would flex, or stomach would scratch against the grass she would cry out in pain.  The rips in her skin from the lashes she took from the demons just got worse with every movement she made.  Her blood turned the grass beneath her a sheen bright red.  Finally sick of trying to move Buffy gave up and lay at the entrance to the cemetery. A pair of strong cool arms picked her up and cradled her to his chest.  He ran to the only place he knew she would be taken care of, her watcher.

Angel pounded on the door to Giles' home; finally he came and answered the door.  His breath left him and his heart beat when he saw Buffy cradled in Angel's arms, bleeding from head to toe, and not responding.  Her breath came in slow shallow gasps, and her heartbeat weakened.

"You have to invite me in Giles."  Angel said.

"Oh yeah.  Of course, of course come in."  Giles stuttered.  "Set her on the couch.  What happened?"

"I don't know, I found her like this."  Angel whispered.

"Spike, no!"  Buffy cried.

Before Giles could even take a breath, Angel had walked out of his home slamming the door behind him.  Giles took Buffy's hand in his and brushed it softly assuring her everything would be ok.  He moved a tainted red strain of hair out of Buffy's face before ever so gently placing a kiss on her forehead.  Buffy winced at the pain that shot thru her, then bolted off of the couch in pain from lying on her wounds on her back.  She curled in a ball on her side on Giles' couch, and gripped at his hand.  Giles released her hand from his to go into the kitchen to get a bowl of water and the phone.  Buffy cried the entire time he was gone.  When Giles came back to her side she reached out for him again, and he placed one hand in hers, and watched as she calmed down and drifted off to sleep.

Carefully Giles wiped away the blood that drained from her wounds, and in her sleep she winced in pain.  When Giles was done cleaning her off as good as he could he picked the phone up again and dialed her mother.  Before he even finished talking Joyce had dropped the phone and he heard the house door shut in the background.

Joyce soon arrived at his home, and came and sat down next to Buffy on the couch, trying to hug her without hurting her anymore.  They all new she would make it through, and she would be healed soon enough.  It was one of the perks amongst many drawbacks about being a Slayer.  Knowing all that though, gave Joyce no comfort as she watched her baby girl wince in pain at the slightest touch, and saw the wounds that dug into her back, chest and head.  All her blood stained the couch beneath her, the water used to clean her was tinged red.

"How did this happen?"  Joyce asked.

"I'm!I'm not sure, but Spi!Spike I think did it."  Giles said.

"No!  He would never hurt her!"  Joyce yelled.

"Angel brought her here like this, and she yelled for Spike."  Giles said.

"I know him.  He wouldn't hurt me little girl, not!"

"He is a demon Joyce."  Giles interrupted.  "Angel has gone to take care of him."

"What?!?  Angel!?  You sent Angel after Spike without even knowing what happened to her."  Joyce yelled.

"I didn't send Angel after anybody.  He made up his own mind and has gone after Spike on his own.  He knows more then anybody what Spike is, and what he is capable of."  Giles offered.

"And Angel isn't capable of those same things?  Even worse thing?"  Joyce questioned.

"Angel has a soul now.  Buffy has assured of us that."  Giles stated.

"Did Buffy also assure you of the fact that Spike wouldn't ever hurt her because he is in love with her?  Or did she by chance to mention it to the people that supposedly care about her the most yet judge her the hardest?"  Joyce lashed out.

"Spike!.Spike is in lo!love with Buf!Buffy?"  Giles chocked out.

"Yes, and I think she is in love with him.  Now you get out of here and you make sure Angel doesn't kill Spike!"  Joyce demanded.



Angel burst through the door of Spike's crypt throwing it open.  Nobody was upstairs all that was around was a television, a ragged old chair, and a small fridge.  Angel put his foot thru the television screen knocking it to the ground.  He grabbed the arms of the chair and split it apart, cotton been thrown into the air.  He heard Spike coming up the ladder, and Angel went over and grabbed the small fridge moving over to the hole in the ground.  When he saw the platinum blonde of Spike's head he slammed the fridge down on his head-causing Spike to slide down the ladder.  Angel jumped down to the bottom portion of the crypt, towered over Spike.  Angel reeled back his leg and kicked Spike in the gut.  Spike curled into a ball in pain at the impact.  Angel reached down and grabbed Spike's shirt lifting him up off the ground.  His feet dangled just barely from the floor.  Angel took his neck in his hand and started crushing slamming his body against the wall.  Angel pulled out a stake, and Spike's eyes open wide as Angel plunged it into his chest just barely missing his heart.  Slowly Angel pulled the stake from Spike's chest inch by inch, listening to his screams grow louder, relishing in the pain he was forcing Spike through.  Angel couldn't get enough of hearing Spike scream out in pain, he wanted his pain to last for eternity.  Angel ripped the stake from his chest widening the hole just slightly.  He threw Spike across the crypt breaking the dresser with his body.  Pieces of wood splintered from the dresser in Spikes back as he let out another scream of pain.  Angel strolled over to Spike's body taunting him with everything he was going to put him through for what he did to Buffy.

"Go ahead get it over with you ponce!"  Spike tried to yell.

"Oh no Spike.  This will be slow and painful.  I want you to feel everything."  Angel smirked.

Angel pulled out a dagger from his sleeve, and kneeled down over Spike.  Spike tried weakly to fend him off, but Angel just grabbed his arms and pinned them above his head.  Angle's memory flashed to the scene Spike and Buffy made in the Bronze the other night.  Spike forcing her arms above her head, and forcing himself inside her.  Angel slashed at his chest with the knife splitting open his marble skin.  Remembering Spike leaning down and drinking from Buffy.  His Buffy.  Angel slashed at him again tearing at his flesh.  Listening to the distinct sound of the flesh splitting between the cold steel of this dagger.  Angel's eyes flashed yellow as his mind fluttered back to the Bronze, and Spike thrusting his fingers into Buffy's core.  Buffy being wet for Spike, letting his fingers play with her, and his tongue dance with hers.  Angel slashed across Spike's stomach listening to his piercing cry like music. 

"Oh dear lord, Angel.  What have you done?"  Giles pleaded.

Angel swung his head around and saw the watcher standing above him.  Angel let go of Spike's wrist and backed away from his body.  Spike curled into a ball, and started coughing up blood. Angel backed away as he watched Buffy's watcher lean down to Spike and try to comfort his pain.  Angel looked over Spike's body and saw the torture he inflicted and turned around and ran out of the crypt slamming the door shut behind him.  Giles tried to pick Spike up, but Spike shoved his arms away wanting to get up by himself.

"Why did you stop him watcher?"  Spike questioned.

"Because."  Was all Giles had to offer.

"I deserved it.  I hurt her you know."  Spike cried as he tried to stand.

"I didn't think you would ever hurt her because you are in love with her."  Giles stated as he backed away.

Spike stopped tying to get up and with his hooded eyes he turned to look up at the watcher.

"Who the bloody Hell told you I was in love with the Slayer?"  Spike huffed.

"Are you?"  Giles pointed.  "Because I don't know how anybody you even remotely thinks he is in love with somebody could do the things you did to her tonight.  You almost killed her.  Does that make you happy, Spike?  Giles yelled.

"What?  You have bloody well lost it mate.  She was fine.  I was the one hurt.  I didn't even mean to throw the bloody tombstone at her."  Spike stared.

"A tombstone did not put those lashes across her body, and almost kill her tonight, Spike.  What did you do?"  Giles demanded.

"I told you I threw a tombstone at her, but she was fine.  I died inside when I realized what I did.  It killed me tonight.  Wait, what are you talking about Buffy almost died?"  Spike cried out.

"Angel found her at the entrance to your cemetery with lashes all over her body, she was bleeding from everywhere, and she cried out your name in my apartment.  She almost died tonight."  Giles pointed out.

Spike tried to stand up, clenching at his chest and stomach where the gashes were left.  He coughed up blood with every movement he made, but still tried to get to his feet to no avail.

"Well don't bloody well just stand there and watch damn it man!  Help me up!"  Spike shouted.

"Where do you think you are going?"  Giles questioned.

"You are taking me to her."  Spike demanded.

"Like bloody Hell I am."  Giles forced out.

"Listen Ripper, you can either help me up and take me to her, or I will do it on my bloody own.  One way or another I am going to be by her."  Spike shouted.

Giles stared at him for a moment before he reached his arms out around his body and slowly raised him to his feet.  Blood spurted out of his open wounds still on his chest.  His face bruised and battered.  Spike leaned all his weight onto Giles and Giles helped him out of his crypt and into his car.  They drove in uncomfortable silence with occasional moans of pain coming from Spike when he would move, or for some unknown reason take a breath.  His blood stopped flowing from his wounds, but instead oozed out into his lap, pooling between his legs in small puddles of red.  Giles pulled in front of his home, and got out to go check on things finding nobody there.  He caught Spike just in time before he got out of the car, so they can head to Buffy's home.

A few minutes later Giles pulled up to Buffy's home, parking in the driveway behind Joyce's car.  Giles helped Spike out of his car and to the door where they waited for somebody to answer.  Joyce came running down the stairs opening the front door.  A look of terror glazed her face, and she grabbed at Spike helping him into the house.  She helped Giles take Spike up to Buffy's room. Going thru the door, Spike caught a deep breath at seeing Buffy lying on her side motionless, stained with red from her blood.  Her wounds had still yet to heel and every once in awhile when she would take a deep breath blood would drain out from some of the deeper gashes on her flesh.  Spike pushed Joyce and Giles from his side gently wanting to move on his own to her side.  He grabbed at his chest and stumbled a little forward grabbing on the chair in front of him before he fell.  Joyce reached out to catch him, but Spike padded her away from him.

"I want to go to her on my own."  Spike cried.

Joyce stepped back next to Giles in the doorway and watched as Spike rose again, and tried for her bed.  Buffy laid perfectly still like a porcelain doll in her bed waiting him to come to her.  Giles carefully put his hand on Joyce's shoulder as the waited for Spike to reach Buffy.  One last step and Spike grabbed at the sheets that covered her moving them enough he could slide in to them with her.  He laid on his side facing her and brought the covers up around them both, his hand moving gently over her side, and she winced at his touch.  A tear ran down Spike's cheek when she winced, afraid to touch her again he lightly traced her body out with his hand barely over her body.  The only feeling was her heat radiating from her.  He leaned his head close to hers with a guttural moan of his own pain and kissed her healed forehead gently with a whisper. 

Joyce moved over to the bed and put her hand over Buffy's cheek, leaned over Spike and kissed her daughter goodnight.  She moved over and kissed Spike on the forehead as well before leaving the room.  She pulled Giles with her down into the living room.

"You stay here Giles.  Take care of both of them, for me.  I'll be back."  Joyce said.

"Where are you going?"  Giles asked.

"I am going to have a little talk to our dear friend Angel."  Joyce said as she walked out the door and shut it behind her.

Giles watched from the window as Joyce walked around her car and over to his.  Obviously there was nothing that was going to keep her from this talk with Angel, because she backed out of the driveway in Giles raggedy old beat up car.

Spike lay there next to Buffy in her bed, staring at her face, watching her sleep.  She was his angel.  Thunder started outside, and lightning would flash into the room making it glisten, and the rain pounded gently on the outside of the house.  Buffy's face would light up with each strike of lightning and Spike watched in amazement as he drifted off to sleep as the Heavens lit the face of his angel.
 

Buffy felt better the next day, her wounds were all closed up and scabbing over.  By tomorrow they would be completely gone and her scars would hardly be noticeable.  She needed to get up and shower and get ready.  Today she was facing her biggest fear.  Telling Angel the truth.  She went into the shower and turned the water on steaming.  Her first shower since the attacks and man did it feel so good.  She had been bathed with a washcloth carefully by Spike.  Standing in the shower she started thinking about how Spike had taken care of her.  He had been so gentle and careful with her fixing her food, and making sure her wounds were healing keeping them from getting infected. 

Last night was amazing too.  He made sure he didn't hurt her when they made love.  He had been so tender and loving the entire time, and making sure she was taken care of.  The things he did were always so amazing, took her breath away.  Her thoughts danced over the nights events, what his hands felt like as they ran over her body, the sweet taste of his mouth when they kissed, and how he moved inside her.  He always touched her where no other person could.  As her mind wandered so did her hands.  They moved over her chest cupping her breasts feeling the water beat down on her tender nipples.  Her fingers ran over her nipples making her moan and the sensations.  She slipped one of her hands between her legs and started rubbing at her clit fast and hard.  She imagined Spike on his knees in the shower with her tasting her, sucking and nipping on her sensitive nub.  She grabbed the wall of the shower sliding a finger inside of her, penetrating her insides like he did the night before.  She bit her bottom lip as her legs quivered beneath her and she cried out in ecstasy, her memories and ministrations colliding in scourge of bliss.

She went into her room and got dressed, still a little sore from the lash marks she put on some baggy clothing and some comfy shoes.  She made her way down the stairs and ate some breakfast with her mom.  They made small talk; Joyce didn't want to pry too much into what was in her daughters head.  She knew that when she was ready she would say something to her.  Buffy got up and cleaned off her dishes, kissing her mom on the forehead she went and grabbed her jacket. 

"I'll see ya in a bit mom."  Buffy smiled as she opened the door.

"You know he is in love with you?"  Joyce ask

Buffy froze at the open door looking out into the morning sun.  Her mothers words thundered through her body, smiling she walked out the door and shut it softly behind her.  Joyce took another sip from her coffee cup as she heard her daughter leave the house. 

Buffy walked down the street wandering where Spike had went off to last night and how come he never came back to her.  She wanted to go find him, but needed to do something before she chickened out.  Slowly she walked down the stairs to Angel's front door pausing before opening it.  A million thoughts stormed thru her mind at what was about to happen, what was she about to say.  She hesitantly pushed open the door and searched for Angel.  She slowly walked around the place taking is thrown jacket in her arms smelling it, in taking his scent.  It was amazing what he smelled like, so different from Spike, such a different effect fluttered through her body when she smelled Angel compared to Spike.  Angel watched her dance around the room holding his jacket without a word.

"Buffy."  Angel whispered.

Buffy was startled by his presence frozen in time with the sound of his voice.  My God.  The things he could do to her just being next to her.  Buffy thought.  Buffy spun around to face him dropping the jacket to the floor.

"Angel."  Buffy cried.

She leaned down to pick up the jacket and Angel was kneeling beside her grabbing at the jacket, his hand smothering over hers, she shivered at his cold touch.  Suddenly she rose to her feet leaving the jacket with him as she spun from him moving over to the couch near the fireplace.  She took a seat and watched as Angel walked across the room leaving the jacket hanging on the wall.  He was so beautiful.  A dark Angel fallen from the graces of Heaven over 120 years ago.  His brown hair and dark eyes stood out against his pale silky skin.  His broad shoulders and defined chest made him look like an ancient gladiator.  His body always amazed her, and the cold whisper of air the came from him surrounded her like liquid when he was near.

"I need to tell you something."  Buffy said.

"I'm leaving."  Angel interrupted her thoughts.

Her eyes clouded over with tears as his words rang thru her mind, flooded over her soul.

"You're...you're leaving?"  Buffy tripped over the words.

"I'm leaving Buffy."  Angel spoke again.  "I can't be here like this, seeing you!"

"You can't see me?"  Buffy interrupted.

"I can't see you being with him when I love you this much."  Angel cried.  "God Buffy I love you so much, but I need to go."

"You can't go!"  Buffy shouted.

"I--I have to go Buffy.  You need to be with Spike.  You want to be with Spike.  I cannot sit back and watch you love him."  Angel whispered.

"I don't! I don't love him."

"Buffy.   I can feel him all around you, and you around him.  You are in love with him, and it hurts my heart so much.  Tears me apart to watch you so happy with somebody else who isn't me."  Angel's eyes starting filling with tears.

"You can't leave me."  Buffy cried.

"I will never be far away from you Buffy."  Angel said.

"Angel I need to tell you something.  Now it is harder then ever to say."  Buffy stated.

Angel moved over to her and placed his hand on her back, she moved slightly from his touch, her back a little sensitive still from the wounds.  She stood up and walked around not wanting to look at him while she said what she need to say, but his eyes caught hers.

"What is it Buffy?"  Angel asked.

"It is about us.  I mean about you, me, and Spike.  All of us."  Buffy said matter of factly.  "That night you and I!.I mean the night you and I made love and you lost your soul."

"I remember."  Angel said regretfully.

"It crushed me the next morning when you weren't there, but then to have you say those things you did to me the next night destroyed me.  I didn't know what to do.  I didn't want to live anymore, so I searched Spike out.  I knew he was dying to kill another Slayer so I was going to give him the chance.  When I met up with him we fought until I just didn't want to fight anymore.  I gave up, wanted him to take me and when he went in to bite me he stopped.  He couldn't do it, and I got mad, really mad.  I pulled a stake out on him but before I could jam it thru his chest I lost myself in him.  I turned and ran.  I had so much to deal with, and I had to find some way to stop you!.I mean Angelus."  Buffy froze for a second.

"Buffy, if I could have stopped, or!."  Angel tried.

"I know."  Buffy interrupted.

"I just want you to know, I would never have intentionaly hurt you.  I love you so much."  Angel said.

"I know.  I know Angel.  I love you so much, with all of my heart.  You will be first and forever love Angel."  Buffy cried.  "Everything became so personal between Angelus and I.  We hunted each other like prey.  He searched me out because he could feel me through you, and I searched him out because I could feel you through him.  We would find each other and fight until dawn neither being able to kill the other.  It became some kinda sick twisted game between the two of us.  When things got serious and Angelus tried to bring Hell to Earth Spike came to me.  Searched me out for an alliance to take down Angelus the Scourge of Europe."  Buffy continued heart stricken with her own words.  "We made an alliance, Spike hating Angelus as much as I did.  Angelus was taking Dru from him, and Dru was hurting him every time she would go near him.  He would come to me every night and we would plan attacks on Angelus.  One night!.one night he found me patrolling, it was right after I just dusted a couple newly risen vamps and he jumped me from behind."

Buffy stopped, she couldn't go on with her story with him looking at her the way he was.  His dark brown eyes penetrating her, burning at her soul.  She moved away from his glances towards the fireplace staring at the wall.  Her fingers danced on the stone of the wall.

"Buffy you don't have to tell me anything."  Angel jumped.

"I do need to tell you Angel.  I don't know why I need to tell you, but I do.  You were the one who was so persistent on knowing in the first place."  Buffy demanded.  "We must have fought for hours that night trying to rip each other apart, but every time one of us came close to killing the other we would give up and turn away from the other.  That I guess is where my mistake was."  Buffy laughed under her breath at the memory.

"Buffy."  Angel whispered.

Buffy turned and looked down at Angel sitting there on the couch.  He was so gorgeous, but this was it.  It all needed to come out tonight, before he left, before she went on with her life without him again, before the shame had the chance to creep back up through her.

"That night when I turned my back on him was the start of it all.  He grabbed me from behind and for a second I thought he was finally going to answer all my prayers and take my life, but he didn't.  He took me for the first time that night, and I was so angry and lonely I let him take me.  Every night afterwards he would find me, even after Angelus and I would fight Spike would still find me.  At first it was always violent and rough, but he started taking care of my and letting me cry over you.  We hardly ever talked except what we planned on doing to Angelus.  We were going to stop him, send him to Hell, and he would take Dru away.  It all happened that way.  I didn't get rid of Angelus to be with him; I did it because I had to.  It was my job, what I was forced to do, and it ripped me apart inside.  When you came back though right at the end I almost died.  Knowing it was you, being able to touch you one last time and taste you, but things couldn't change.  I had to, I had no choice."  Buffy cried.

"Buffy it's!.it's alright."  Angel whispered.

"I just need you to know Angel.  It's important that you understand.  I did what I had to, not for any other reason."  Buffy confirmed.

"When did he come back?"  Angel asked.

"After I had to kill you, I did die, I couldn't even breathe, so I left.  I ran away to Los Angeles and tried to be something, anything other than the Slayer.  I did too until Spike walked back into my life.  I lived there on my own for a couple months and one night I was going to my apartment when I felt him behind me.  I could always feel him after that first night, just like I was able to feel you.  I couldn't see him but I knew he was there.  Outside of my building he showed himself to me, standing there with that stupid Spike grin on his face."  Buffy laughed at the memory.  "He told me he had killed Dru because she came after me, told me he couldn't stop thinking about me.  I surrounded his every being, and he came for me.  At first I was scared because as much as I thought of you, he invaded my thoughts equally.  He couldn't let me die, and eventually he brought me back here to Sunnydale.  Everything was just so different with him, and!"

"And you fell in love with him."  Angel interrupted.

"I don't know, things are just different, and he has taken care of me for so long now."  Buffy said.

"Buffy it is ok if you love him, I can feel that you do."  Angel stated.

"I don't know, Angel, and now things have changed."

"Nothing has changed."  Angel said. 

Angel stood up and moved over to where she was standing took her in his arms.  He wrapped up her body, holding her caressing her face.

"I can feel it in my heart that I love and it isn't even beating.  I know you can feel Spike in yours."  Angel said.

Buffy leaned into his chest and cried in his arms.  She held onto him so tightly, bracing herself against his cool body.

"I don't want to loose you.  I love you so much."  Buffy cried.

"You will never loose me, I will forever love you Buffy."  Angel whispered kissing the top of her head.

Angel leaned his head down to hers and took in her bottom lip urging her lips to part to taste her one last time.  She opened up to him, and the kissed lovingly and tenderly pouring their love into one another.  Angel slowly pulled away from her, licking his lips relishing in her linger vanilla.

"Go to Spike."  Angel said.

He let her go and she froze there standing by the wall watching him walk away.

"I'll see you tonight on patrol?"  Buffy questioned.

"I'm leaving tonight."  Angel said.

Buffy's tears started flooding down her face again, she watched as he disappeared into the darkness of his mansion, and she ran to the bottom of the stairs trying to see where he had went.

"I love you Angel."  Buffy said and she turned and walked out of the mansion.

Angel stood at the top of the stairs in the darkness looking down at Buffy, watching her one last time.  As he shadows fell into the darkness of his cold mansion he whispered one last thing to her hoping she would catch it with her heart.

"I love you Buffy Summers."




Buffy took her time walking thru Sunnydale.  She stopped at the coffee shop to think and take everything in.  The last few months have been crazy, and she has had to decide so many different things, but nothing as big as this.  Her mind was torn between her two vampire lovers as she sat there.  She finished her Latte and headed for Spike's crypt knowing it was time to face her decision.  She walked through the cemetery, her pace getting faster as she came closer to the crypt.  Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath caught in her throat as she stood in front of the cold steel door.  Buffy kicked the door open for old times, and a small smile glittered across her face.  Storming into the top level of the crypt it was vacant, so she headed to the ladder and made her way down.  Before she could turn around and see him she felt he was there watching her come down the ladder exposing her body slowly on her decent to the bottom level.

She turned around and grinned as she watched him shuffle under the blankets moving to the edge of the bed.  His legs dangled off the side of the bed and the think blanket covered his waist.  She knew he was naked under the blanket, and it made her smile even more.

"So, going back to Peaches are we?"  Spike blurted out.

"What?!"  Buffy asked, confusion glaring on her face.

"I take it you have come back here to say goodbye so you could go back to the man you love."  Spike said.

Buffy frowned a little and started slowly striding over to the bed, roaming her hands over her stomach softly.  Her legs crossing with each stride, and a small purr emanating from between her lips.

"What makes you think I am not with the man I love now?"  Buffy purred.

Spike smiled and grew uncomfortable as he grew hard between his legs, and his cock throbbed against his stomach.  He shifted uncomfortably on the edge of the bed and watched her move towards him slowly.  She even looked lovely in her black sweatpants and baggy shirt that fell just above the waistband of her pants.  Her hair draped down on her shoulders and bounced around her face with every movement.

"Well...just thought."  Spike stuttered.

She moved over in front of him and peeled her shirt off over her head revealing her white lace bra that barely covered her breasts.  She kicked off her shoes, tossing them across the floor of the crypt and slinked down her body tugging at her sweatpants throwing them aside when they hit the earth.  Buffy stood before him in her white bra and lacy thong.  He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down to the bed splaying his body over hers, his hard-on bouncing off of her thigh.

"Ready so soon baby?"  Buffy chuckled.

"You don't even know what you do to me pet."  Spike smirked.

"Oh I can feel it sweetie."  Buffy smiled.

Spike grinned at her as he kissed down her body slowly removing her bra unclasping it freeing her bouncing breasts.  They moved rhythmically with her heavy breathing as he trickled his tongue down her taut stomach pulling at her thong, sliding them down.  She lifted her hips so he can slide them down her legs, over her knees and past her smooth ankles.  His gorgeous angel lying on his silk black sheets, brightening the darkness that surrounded him.  He spread her legs as he crawled back up her body.  She was already wet for him waiting for him to enter her, and with one swoop of her hot breath she engulfed him completely.  He moved in a torturous rhythm, she felt every inch of his cock, every wrinkle, and curl.  He pumped into her faster and deeper twisting his body pounded into her cervix, feeling her walls flutter around him.  His breath was taken away; thank God he didn't need to breath.  Her body warmed him as his cooled hers off; they mixed so perfectly together in ancient rhythm created before time. 

She rocked her hips with his meeting his punishing thrusts.  She moaned and purred as he filled her, searching for his lips to taste him.  Their kiss was filled with so much passion she cried, Spike wrapped his arms around her as he pushed deeper inside her, their chests rubbing against each other softly.  Spike rotated his hips gently making her scream and he caught it in his mouth while their kiss grew more intense.  He fed off of her breath and her sounds of pleasure.  He pulled from her lips quickly hastening his pace inside of her listening to her, the sounds flooding over his body.

"Cum with me Buffy.  Oh God cum with me."  Spike grunted.

"Oh my God Spike!  I love you so much; I want you to cum inside me.  I want you so bad!"  Buffy screamed.

Buffy's legs squeezed around Spike's waist and she quivered beneath him, her walls clenching around his length as he spilled his seed into her, his body shivering over hers.  He filled her as he kept his pace pumping into her as she screamed his name and came, shuddering around him.  She rode out the wave of pleasure as he moved slowly inside of her.  Finally Spike took a breath as he watched Buffy come down from her heavenly bliss.  He was infatuated with her body, her face, the way she came, how she screamed, and he wrapped around her finding her lips with his own.  She invited his tongue into her warm mouth and they kissed tenderly holding each other, pouring into each other.

Spike moved her splayed hair out of her face and held her face in his hands as he kissed and licked at her neck.  Buffy realized Spike didn't taste her this time when they had sex, he didn't bite her.

"Spike how come...how come you didn't bite me when  we were having sex?"  Buffy asked, searching his eyes for an answer.

"Because we made love."  Spike stated looking down into her eyes.

Buffy smiled and pulled his face down to hers and kissed him, licking at his bottom lip, and Spike pulled from her abruptly, and looked down into her eyes.

"You kissed him.  I can taste it."  Spike frowned.

"I did kiss him."  Buffy whispered.  "He's leaving."

Spike looked down at her shocked at her words.  He couldn't believe Angel would just get up and leave, and she kissed him, but she came here to him and they made love.  This was all so amazing; his heart would explode out of his chest if it beat.

"Are you leaving?"  Spike asked.

"Now why would I do that when this is where I need to be?"  Buffy smiled.

Spike's body shuddered and he grew hard still inside, filling her insides grip around him.  He slowly started moving his hips up and down her body quivered at feeling him inside her.  He was insatiable, and she loved it.  She licked and tugged at the skin on his neck scratching his back as he slammed into her moving her on the bed.  Spike leaned down and kissed her ear sucking on her earlobe.  He moved in her deeper and harder moving his hand between their bodies and tugging on her clit as he sped up his thrusts.  She leaned her head over exposing her neck, offering her to him.  He hesitated and looked down on her before moving down to her neck nibbling on her tender skin with his blunt teeth.

"Please Spike!  Make me cum!  Please God!"  Buffy shouted.

Spike's fangs pierced into her skin as she begged him.  Her crimson taste flooded over her lips and poured down his mouth.  She screamed out his name at the feel of his fangs, he squeezed down on her clit with his thumb and slammed into her as they both came at the same time, her milking him completely. He receded his fangs and lapped at the dripping blood that dribbled from her wounds.  He rolled over off of her, and pulled her body into his holding her.  She closed her eyes and held onto his arms, their fingers intertwining.

"I love you Buffy."  Spike whispered.

"I love you too Spike."  Buffy smiled and turned in his arms to look at him.  "I will love you 'til the end of time."

She smiled and kissed him gently and then snuggled down into the crook of his neck, and then drifted off to sleep.

"'Til the end of time luv."  Spike smiled and closed his eyes.

 

THE END