I don't want anyone other then you. But why can't you see it?
All you see is Buffy.
It's Buffy this and Buffy that. No wonder why Dru left you.
You make me sick with your love for her.
You can't even see when something this good is devoted to you.
No, with one look, one whisper, from her and your puddle of goo.
WHY?
Why? I'll tell you!
Because she's Buffy.
The almighty slayer.
The unbeatable slayer.
That draws vampires into her bed instead of her stake.
And she knew damn well I had feelings for you.
But did she care?
No!
I waited for you to get over Dru. And so to pass the time, I got involved
with Tara.
She was a sweet girl. But, not the one I really wanted. And she knew,
straight from the beginning.
You wanna know something I learned from your precious Buffy?
Use or get used.
I was in love with Xander for my entire life, and then along came Buffy.
I knew then and there I didn't have a rat's chance in hell.
After that came Cordy, and then Anya. I'm happy for him now.
Because. I'm over him. But you... You I'm not.
People say I'm too young to love, to know what its like.
Bull shit.
I cant breathe.
When you come into a room, my heart skips a few beats.
When you look my way, it stops.
When you speak, my breath catches.
When you turn away, my heart pounds in hopes you'll look my way again.
But then I see you look at her. And I know.
Well I'm here to say Cest 'la vie. Enjoy your one sided love. Oh and by the way.
She had Angel, and Angelus....
Oh and don't worry about me. If I can't have the best I'll settle for
the rest.
You coulda had me, if you'da just looked my way.
Your very own.
Not Angelus'.
Not Angels.
Or Dru`s.
Yours.
But now, if you even get a shot, I'll be used.
Angel's and probably Angelus seconds.
So Cest la Vie....
xoxo's
Red.
Spike looked up from his letter and said, "What in the bloody hell is that about?" He asked handing the letter to Buffy, who immediately paled. "How did she know?" She whispered, her face ashened.
"Know what slayer?" Spike growled, his mind coming to conclusions of his own.
"She knows we slept together."
"WHAT?" Spike roared, not waiting for an answer as he tore off for his car.
"Where are you going?" Buffy cried as she chased after him.
"To get my witch, before he does!" He yelled tires squealing as he speed down the street.
"And I'm alone again." She whispered to the lonely street.
"It's a bitch ain't it? Being alone?" A voice whispered from the darkness, she spun around; facing the bush the voice had come from.
"What are you doing here?" Buffy asked.
"I'm tired of being lonely." He said flippantly.
"Welcome to the club." Buffy muttered as she led him to the door.
"So where's Wills?" Buffy asked Angel as they sat on the porch step.
"In L.A. waiting for Spike." He said. "But I don't understand, how did you know that he'd go?" She asked.
"I know my childe, that and I saw how he acted around her before."
"Why didn't you say anything then?" She asked.
"Because back then it wasn't that important. I knew he was obsessed with killing you, so Willow was put to the back of his mind, and then after the chip, he was too caught up in his self pity to care about anything but himself." Angel said.
"Oh." Buffy muttered.
"So what are you doing back here if you're tired of being lonely?" Buffy asked, his earlier statement ringing in her ears.
"I told you, I was tired of being lonely. I thought that with Spike going after Willow you might need some company." Angel whisper as he hung an arm around her.
"Well the company I need you can't give." Buffy said softly as she stood and turned to go in.
"I wouldn't be too sure about that." Angel smirked and went inside. Leaving a speechless Buffy outside.
"But... who you were uninvited..." Buffy mumbled.
"I was but that only applies to vampires." He said, like it was the least important thing in the world.
"But... you are a vampire." She said confused.
"I was." He said.
That night Spike made it to LA in record time. He found his witch where Angel said she would be, and confessed his true feelings to her. That night they went out to dinner, and a movie, and home to something a little more
The-End