Willow looked up and saw the vampire glance her way.
She smiled at how deceptively innocent he could look.
She also noticed that Buffy had been giving him evil
glares. ~Maybe he actually *did* stop seeing her.~
Spike couldn't help but watch his beautiful Willow.
She was working on her laptop trying to find the
weaknesses of the most recent Sunnydale evil. He loved
the way she looked when she was deep in concentration.
Just then, he felt as if he was being watched. He
felt his muscles tense as he looked around. That was
when he noticed Buffy glaring daggers at him. He
easily shifted his position so that she could no
longer see his face as he continued to admire his
redhead and do research.
Later, he was sent downstairs to the basement of the
Magic Box to retrieve a rather heavy artifact that may
help in the destruction of the Meeche' demon. Soon,
he heard footsteps.
"So.do you.ummm.need any help?"
"No thanks, Buffy. I can manage." He replied in a
neutral tone. He wasn't angry with her. He just knew
that none of it should've happened.
"Spike, why won't you.?"
"Why won't I *what*, Slayer?" The vampire retorted.
"Be your little lap dog? Fuck you when you get the
itch? Subject myself to your verbal abuse, not to
mention disgust, when you look at me?" He paused.
"That's not what I want. I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" She yelled. "You love me, damn it! Now, all
of a sudden you stop, and what? Mack on my friend?"
"I don't love you, Slayer. I never loved you. Even if
I had, did you love me?"
"No! You're.a soulless demon, for heaven's sake! I
could never love you." She said with undisguised
disgust.
"Then, what's the problem?" He asked. "I've moved on.
I've gotten over it. I won't be with someone who
doesn't understand who I am. I won't be with someone
who just wants to use me to scratch an itch because
she's so self-centered, she can't think of anyone but
herself and her own feelings." His voice had begun to
gain volume during that last tirade, which caused the
rest of the Scooby gang to listen by the door.
"But, who will I.?" She said with tears in her eyes.
"You need help, Slayer." He said at a normal volume.
"Talk to someone who may be able to help you. You were
a formidable opponent when we were enimies and I'll
continue to help your little Scooby gang, but please
don't go knocking on my crypt door anymore." He picked
up the weapon and headed towards the stairs. "It's
funny how one of the strongest people I've ever met
got me to see this without even trying."
"What did I get you to see?" The slayer asked with a
sniffle.
"No, I mean real strength." He tapped his head and
then his undead heart when he said the next few words.
"Here.and here." He paused. She glared at him, as he
looked towards the stairs. "Don't blame her. Don't do
anything to hurt her, or I swear by all that's unholy,
I will make you pay for it. Is that clear?"
"But."
"She's the most amazing person I've ever met, Slayer.
That's never going to change. See you around." He
proceeded up the stairs as Buffy sat there and cried.
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She walked through the cemetery wondering if this
was the right thing to do. ~Me and Spike?~ she
wondered to herself. At least he was true to his word.
He gave her time. He didn't stalk her the way he had
done the Slayer. Over the past week when the Scooby
gang had required his services, he had been polite,
but kept an eye on her.
Now, here she was, headed towards his crypt. She
hoped she wouldn't lose her nerve.
"You know, you're making your nightly walks more and
more dangerous." The sexy voice with the British
accent said. She stopped when she heard his voice and
then saw him leaning against a crypt smoking a
cigarette. He arched his scarred eyebrow and smiled a
mischievous smile. "A cemetery?"
"What can I say? I'm a rebel." She said, trying to
sound light and carefree.
"That you are, pet." He said with a chuckle. He
started to approach her. "You know, you could've
waited until daylight, when it would've been safer."
"No, I couldn't." she said as she suddenly found her
shoes very interesting.
"Willow?" He said with concern. "What's wrong?"
"Well, that's an understatement!" she exclaimed.
"Excuse me?" Now, he was confused.
"Damn it, Spike! You're not making this any easier!"
"I'm sorry, Luv." He said softly as he took her hand
and led her inside the crypt. "Why don't you have a
seat?"
"Thanks." She said as she sat down and he handed her
a soda from his mini-fridge. He smiled at how polite
she could be even when she was upset.
"So," He said as he sat opposite her. "What's the
problem?"
"You." She said sadly.
"Me? But I haven't done anything! I've given you
plenty of space, haven't I?"
"That's the problem, Spike!" Willow yelled. "You're
being so wonderful, a-and it's making me like you more
and more. And I-I don't know how long I can stay away
from you!"
Spike had the grin of a five year old on Christmas
morning when she finally looked up at him. "What?" She
asked with a playful dejection.
"You." He said, completely dumbfounded. "You are so
incredibly wonderful!"
"I am?" She asked with wide emerald eyes.
"Don't ever doubt that, Red." He said as he went to
her and tilted her chin so that she was eye to eye
with him.
The two were silent for a few moments as they studied
one another's faces-each filled with hope and the
beginnings of something magnificent.
"Do you think you could care about someone as
horrible as me?"
"Horrible? Spike, you're beautiful."
"So," he said with a sly smile. "Would you be
willing.I mean.to ummm.you
know.maybe.goouttodinnersometime?"
He was nervous! ~He's so cute when he's nervous!~
"Uh, Red..." Spike said, unsure of himself. Willow
returned to reality and smiled at the blue-eyed
vampire.
"Yes, Spike. I would love to go out to dinner with
you."
End
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