Chapter 1: *Past Damage *

Author's Notes: Thanks: For Danielle who suggested I write something a little saucy, ‘cuz I should’, well here it is and I hope you like it!! Also importantly my two Beta Readers:



Kirsty, for telling me to just do it!!! For just reading it because I asked her to do it, then Beta reading it twice because of email problems!!! You’re a champion!!!



Rebecca, for putting up with me taking my time, and dumping everything just to do it!! You are a legend!!


After seeing Angel, Buffy felt her emotions rage in conflict within herself, one of old love and past memories of him, battling internally with feelings of heat, desire, lust, and passion for another. She sat in the kitchen next to Dawn, attempting to eat something that resembled dinner, which she’d cooked earlier in the day, she found herself pondering on her meeting with Angel. Perhaps it was time to put old feelings to rest, to allow herself to move forward beyond the battle that was coming with The First, and permit herself a future. But her thoughts always can back, no matter what she was thinking about, to the same thing or in her case the same person.





Spike. William The Bloody.





It was like a cycle that kept repeating itself, eventually she always ended up back at him. First Angel, Parker (well one night only), then Riley, and ending with Spike. It always ended with him, thinking about him, the mistakes she’d made, the ones he’d made, and the ones they’d made together. The fact that she’d used him for her own needs, that he allowed her to, and that both of them were doing it for the wrong reasons, not the right ones. It come down to the fact that both of them just wanted to feel something, for her it was just to feel alive, for him it was just to feel her around him, to make some kind of connection to her. It was like he was putting his hand out to save her from herself, but she had refused to see it, refused to acknowledge it, and refused to accept it. In the end it had become twisted and defective, allowing it to warp his emotions, distort the truth and unleash the demon within him that he had held back for so long. The demon that was used to getting what it wanted, even if by force, reigning in the man he was trying to become.





She had once said something to the effect that ‘death, blood and sex were all the same thing for vamps’, but she was beginning to wonder if it applied to her, with her human lovers things had been just about the sex, but with her vamp lovers there had been something else. With Angel it had been all the trimmings of first love mushiness, and with Spike it had been the need to feel something in her non existence, that had been last year. But she knew that it was being with him that allowed her to feel what she needed, he never asked for anything, he just gave whatever she asked from him.





She was the bringer of death to his kind, stopped the flow of blood from their victims by staking them, and had repeated marathon sex with one of them. So in one way or another she had encompassed all these things. Death, blood and sex. It all came together, entwined simultaneously to bring her to the point she was now, and still gravitating her towards what she knew to be true.





She still wanted Spike despite everything that had happened last year, her using him as an instrument to make her feel something, cumulating in the attempted rape in her bathroom, and finally to him getting a soul for her. Despite all this she understood both of their attitudes in these situations, and the degree of responsibility they both had to share for all of it. Yet she also had seen him change so much over the last few years, from the vicious psychotic vampire that he was, to the warrior that had began to fight by her side today. Buffy knew deep down that it was because he loved her that he had changed, not like Angel had changed because his soul had given him a conscious, and had forced him to give up his dark desires to torture the innocent.





He had done it for her. All for her.





“Hello, Buffy to earth. Earth to Buffy. Come in Space Cadet Summers!” Dawn yelled at her sister, waving her hand in front of her sisters face trying to break the trance that had her sister captive.





“Hey”, Buffy gaze broke from the fork in front off her and brought her back to reality with a thud.





“What gives sis?” Dawn asked of her sister, wondering what was going on in that head of hers. Some thing important if she read her sister right, maybe a plan to beat the living hell out of something, or feeding Andrew to the First, if Dawn had her way.





“Nothing, just thinking.”





“Nothing must be important, you were totally out of it!!” Dawn commenting on her sisters lack of being on the same planet as the rest of them.





“You know, decisions, decisions. What’s for dinner, what am I gonna wear on my big date with the First. You know little details like that have to meticulously worked out.”





“Yeah sure Buffy! Come on what where you thinking about?”





“Dawn mind your own business okay”, the look from Buffy towards her would have caused the next apocalypse itself with stare she shot at her sister.





“Okay, okay, well aren’t you ‘Miss Knickers in a Twist’”, Dawn retaliated back.





“Where on earth did you hear that one?”





“What?”, Dawn crossed her arms in self-defence.





“Miss Knickers or other?”, Buffy inquired of her sister, “Hang on let me guess?”





“Leave him out of it!”





“So Spike again, talk about butchering the Queens English instead of half of Europe !!”, Buffy observed, “But then again he already did that!”, getting out of her chair, moving towards the door that lead to the basement.





“What ….??”, Dawn got out of her chair, and walked towards the basement door and stood in front of it as if to guard its entry, “Buffy!”





“Dawn!”





“Please don’t break his heart again, it’ll kill him!”, Dawn moved towards her sister, putting her hand over the basement door.





“This is coming from you, who threatened to burn him alive in his sleep if he ever threatened to hurt me again?” Buffy questioned her sister who had an apparent change of heart about the vampire.





“Yeah well, I think that he’s proven himself over the last few months don’t you? I mean from raving loony to champion of the people, what a change? And funnily enough he’s still just mad enough to be in love with you?” Dawn said tightening her grip on the door handle.





“I know Dawn, if anyone knows that it’s me. ”, Buffy’s hand went over her sisters and gently removed it from the door handle, “And I’m going to do something I should have done along time ago. Just keep the army out of the basement please Dawn!”





“Yes General Buffy, Sir!!” , Dawn took a step back from the door, raising her hand as to gesture that Buffy open the door and go right in.





Buffy moved a step closer to the basement door and put her hand on the handle and twisted the knob. Taking a deep breathe, and mustering all the strength that she could, she took a step forward in the stair well of the basement. The light from above shadowed the staircase, illuminating her path, down to the bowels of the house, and into the shadows………







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Staring into the amulet that Buffy had given him, he studied its shape, textures and reflection of colors emanating from it. Even in the shadows of the basement it reflected light, casting colors into every direction of the room, as if giving off its own light show. It felt warm to touch, burning even sometimes, showing some of its true power from its crystal icy exterior, making him hold it from its chain half the time. Strangely no one else had felt the warmth, maybe it was just made for him, as if eons ago someone knew it would come to be his one day. Maybe just maybe, he had become that champion, which Buffy had claimed him to be.





He needed to hear that from her just now, he needed anything she was willing to offer. Her support for him over the last few months had saved him from the madness that had penetrated and poisoned his mind. She believed in him and it was paying off, he had begun down this path of change for her, but in the end he realized that he’d done it for himself. She’d been his crutch and now it was time to get on his own two feet and walk the path by himself, as much as he didn’t want to do it alone, maybe he had too.





Seeing her with Angel had just pulled at all his insecurities, that he wasn’t good enough for her, maybe he was still beneath her, maybe…………





‘Bleedin soul’





He felt the pull of it on his consciousness, he never had let it dwell on anything he’d down in the past, he couldn’t change what had happened only move forward with the soul, as it was now such a fundamental part of him. He had realized that without it he wouldn’t be where he was now. But still at times it stung, especially in his dreams, or more to the point his nightmares, where the incidents like that in the bathroom just played over and over in his mind. He just had to get past that point and move on, one step at a time, and he felt that he was talking each one in the right direction.





Especially with Buffy, she’d proven she trusted him the nights that they lay in each others arms and just slept. Holding each other, giving each other strength, becoming the others anchors to face the next challenge in the battle, and the ongoing war. This would never have happened if she didn’t trust or need him at this pivotal point in time. Buffy had began to realize just what he was becoming and what he could be, maybe he just needed to let himself believe it too.





He’d never forget the moment she’d given him the amulet, and confirmed the role of Champion on him. The look in her eyes, the softening of her face, and the look of ‘I have faith in you’. It was just as precious the night she’d asked him to lay beside her in the bed of the house she’d taken over, and returned to him the next night in the basement. It gave him the courage to believe in what he had become, he was more than what he had been, much more, strangely in a way maybe regained a bit more of his humanity, and found a little self respect he’d lost after being chipped.





At least he didn’t feel like a cage animal with the soul like he had with the chip, not being able to hunt because of the pain. But choosing not to hunt because of his feelings for Buffy and the soul giving him cause not to, he still didn’t understand that one fully but you can’t analyze every thing in one day. At least he could understand the ponce a little better, and his loss of appetite for the living, but the thrill of the hunt of the demon kind that was something he’d rediscovered with a sane mind. And it helped with the cause, and put him in good standing with the Slayer, and he couldn’t hope with Buffy as a person as well.





But he just couldn’t get the bitter taste out of his mouth seeing her lock tongues with his Grand Sire, it just made him want to go and sort the sod out. But he had no claim on Buffy, no say in what she did or with who, but he could feel the demon rage within in, wanting to claim Buffy for himself and mark her his, so the sod knew just who she belonged too. He could remember every time they’d been together the need to rein the demon in from making a ‘claim’ on her, sometimes just about biting his own arm just to gratify the demon.





The ambiguity of the situation could have been seen by a blind man, just ‘~what the bloody hell did she expected from me~’, Spike couldn’t help but wonder about where he fit into her scheme of things, one minute he’s the Big Bad fighting by her side, and the next the ponce shows up, and steals the show. The messages that Buffy was sending him were just too confusing, he needed to clarify his role in her life, the battle……………and just his unlife in general.







His gaze broke away from the amulet, as his ears picked up the sounds of foot steps on the basement stairs. The rhythm of the approaching steps was distinct and so familiar too him, he’d burned their echoes in his brain for the last 6 years. It looked like he was about to get his wish, and discover maybe something he hoped he never hear. That it was truly not him that she wanted, that she didn’t need him, and she never could truly love him for who he was.







A single shadow descended the stair case, its length distorted by the light coming from the kitchen, with the steps creaking as it descended into the basement. Buffy moved into his line of vision, he dropped the amulet into his hand, as it burned into his skin, he used the physical pain to overwhelm his own emotional pain, hoping that its charring mark would be more painful than the poignant pain he knew was coming.





“Spike, we have to talk”





“I know what you’re going to say”





“And just what would that be?”



End of Chapter One

Chapter 2: Damage Now

Author's Notes: Thank You to: Kirsty for me was bothering her yet again, over and over, and especially to read this chapter three times!!! And Beta Read it of course!!
To Rebecca, for Beta reading it again with her busy work schedule, and dropping everything to read it!!


The silence between the two stood like a silent sentinel, blocking the path to any type of possible communication between the two. Each thought they knew what the other was thinking, or feeling in any given moment in time, and that was one thing that still stood in the way of any real movement forward in their relationship. But still the silence needed to be cracked, and chipped away, or it would surely be the death of them. It had always been this lack of communication between them that had caused the most damage, the pain that they’d inflicted on each other, had overridden any other type of interaction possible between them.




But the time to break that noiseless clamor was here and now, or it would bury them both.




“Why do you always try to put words in my mouth, Spike?” Buffy was the first to break the silence, that had penetrated the conversation since she’d arrived.




“Words are just that; words” Spike moved his legs off of the cot, that he’d been laying down on, “I always believed that old adage, ‘actions speak louder than words’, they ring so true with us luv”




“And that’s supposed to mean what?”




“You give me the amulet, say I am a Champion in not so many words, sleep with me down here in the dark, but never show any sign of what your truly feeling” he stood up right on his feet, but didn’t move from his spot, next to the cot.




“Is that what you need, for me to show you something of what I feel?” Buffy moved towards him in slow steps, really unsure of what to do.




“Yeah, I do. I need to know that you care a little for me” Spike looked at her, the need written on his face.




“I do care, Spike I just don’t know what you want from me. I mean haven’t the last few nights shown you that I do feel something”




“Hmffft, yeah I get to hold the mighty Slayer in my arms, and she holds me like a cuddly teddy bear, that a kid holds for comfort at night”




Buffy couldn’t believe what he was saying, she thought that he understood where she was coming from, those times that they slept together. That she needed to be held, to hold onto him like an anchor, and to be held herself. She needed the safe haven that he could and did provide for her. But obviously he could still be Spike and a little thick in some things, did she have to explain everything. And he said ‘actions speak louder than words’, they seemed a little lost on him at the present moment.




“My god Spike, are you so slow on the uptake here?” Buffy crossed her arms, she was really getting pissed of with the vamp in front of her. Everything had been good until Angel had shown up, and now Spike had to throw this little tantrum.




Typical of Spike.




“No luv, just trying to make sure that I know where I stand”




“Where you stand Spike is next to me. Next to me in battle, next to me in conflict, next to me in….”Buffy just couldn’t say the next words, they were stuck somewhere deep inside her she just didn’t know how to say it. And didn’t know if she could say it, or was even sure what she wanted to say to him.




“Back to the same old, same nothing, Buffy” the look on his face was pure devastation, he’d hoped that maybe she could, say something, say anything to show that she cared for him, just a little, or just loved him a little. Even if it was just a little, it would be better than nothing. “Nothing, is that what you feel for me?”




“NO”




“Well it sure looks that way, and feels like that”




“No, Spike, no!”




Buffy went to stand in front of him, she needed to reassure him in a way she knew he would respond to. She raised one of his hands and placed it within her own, with her free hand, she placed her finger tips on his shoulder. Slowly like he had once done to her, she ran he fingers down his arm, slowly feeling the skin underneath as it puckered, and shivered into goosebumps in reaction to her touch. Feeling the swell of his biceps, under his t-shirt, the muscles tighten in his forearm, as she travel downward with the brush of her finger tips, until she reached his hand.




With this hand, she lifted it up until it reached her lips, where she placed the smallest kiss on the palm, tasting his skin with her tongue, she teased it as she lapped gently at it. His sharp intake of breathe was what she had anticipated, and what shed waited for. She proceeded to swirl her tongue in his palm, looking into his bright light blue eyes, as she did this, looking at his reaction to her actions. He could only stare back into her eyes, the look of desire ragging and burning within them, reflecting the crying out of his soul in bliss, of her touching him like this. This is what he wanted, this is what he needed, and this is what he craved from her.




Her touch.




Buffy moved his hand to her cheek, rubbing it against her face, closing her eyes, lounging in the pleasure it was giving her. His cool hand on her face, giving him reassurance of her need for him. With her hand she moved his down her neck, down to her breast, letting him caress it for just a minute, giving her a moment in memory, of what it was like for him to touch her like this. Remembering what it was like to have him caress her, touching her in those few intimate moments, that weren’t a focus of pain, or punishment. Just a moment of feeling. But this time it was different, so different from all the other times, this time there was something else attached. Something that she still didn’t want to look at or explore, she just wanted to feel in this moment, here and now.




Spike closed his eyes, and let the memories flood over his being, he never thought that she would ever allow him to touch her like this again. He reveled in that moment, he could feel his nerves burn with the caress she was allowing him. His mind dulled, and he stopped breathing, he wanted this moment to go on forever, he had eternity to remember this, and he wanted to saver every moment of it.




Buffy continued with the co-caress down her abdomen, slowing down to let him feel her muscles tighten, and shiver with the feel of his hand. The slow movement of her diaphragm, as she struggled to remember to breathe. She let his hand go at this point, placing it onto his face, and pulling his face down towards her own. He moved his hand down to around her hip, resting it on her bottom, pulling her closer, squeezing it softly.




He felt her lips, gently brushing, exploring his own, just ever so lightly if as not really there, just touching. Small caresses, barely touching, over and over again, it was like a slow death, agonizing. Breaking their hand hold each placed their free hand around each others head, entwining them in each others hair, pushing each other closer, bringing pressure on the back of each others head. Their mouths opening to the gesture, as they deepened their kiss. Tongues invaded each others mouth, gently exploring the others, as if they had never kissed before. They swirled around each other, diving in between each other, tasting the soft and hard textures of each others mouth. Until at least one of them had to surface, and regrettably one did, to breathe.




Buffy lifted her head, short of breathe, and looked into the eyes of her counterpart. He reflected her need, want and burning desire in his eyes. She remembered all those times, she’d seen them in his eyes, and each time she’d ignored them, or pretending that they weren’t there. But the time for pretence was over, and the time for exploring them was not now. Not with the battle with the First so close, but she had to give him something, something to hold onto, something to give him reason to hope.




“I do feel something. I don’t know what it is, but it is something. Even if I cannot say it, at least I can show you. You did say actions speak louder than words, so let me show you what I mean”




With that Buffy kissed him again, deeper and longer. Allowing those emotions to penetrate every cell of her being, to move within her kisses and caresses. She moved her hands to his shoulder and back, pulling him in closer, to burn his imprint onto her being and her brain. This time it was different from all those times, and she felt it with every sense that she had. His very essence filled her own, something that she’d never allowed him to do and she felt something that she’d never before.




She truly felt his love for her.




It hit her like lightening that even without the soul, he’d been telling the truth, he had loved her all this time, despite her misgivings, that he couldn’t have loved her, because he didn’t have a soul. This just drove her on further, fueling her desire for him, giving her the momentum that she needed.




She moved her hands, down from his shoulders and back, running them across his chest, gently massaging his pecs as she went. She could feel his nipples harden in response to her, and his breathe cease all together. She ran them down to his abdomen, feeling the ripples, and ditches of his firm stomach muscles, savoring them as she felt them tighten and contract in time with her caresses. Until she reached his belt, pulling on the leather strap, she moved it back from the buckle, pulling the strap back, and loosening the buckle, until it released the leather within.




Buffy gently withdrew the t-shirt from its’ confines of his jeans, pulling upwards until it went over his head, and he was devoid of it. She couldn’t help but just look at his sleek, tight, firm body, remembering the times that she’d had the chance to just look at him, and she couldn’t remember one moment or second that she had just done just that. Just admire him for the physical perfection that he was. She’d been to busy bruising his pale skin, making it bleed and marking him with her nails. She moved her hands gently over his torso, feeling it through the t-shirt was nothing like it felt now. It was cool to touch, as she remembered, but strangely enough it had some warmth to it, it was only minor, but he was definitely hotter than room temperature.




Spike never in his wildest dreams, believed that Buffy would ever touch him like this again, he’d thought that he’d killed off any chance for them, to be like this again. Her hands burned into him, leaving a trail on his chest, as she moved her hands down his body. He could see her look at him; really look at him like she’d never done before. She was seeing ~him~, not a play thing, or just a body to fuck.




Buffy kissed him again on the lips, as she continued her exploration of his upper torso, her tongue invading his mouth, darting in and out, not seeking dominance, but acceptance. Spike moved his hands, down her back, feeling her shiver as they descended to her waist band of her pants, removing her shirt, as he pulled his hands back up to facilitate its removal. Leaving her standing in her pants, and bra. He broke away from the kiss, running his hand long her bra line, backwards and forwards, until he stopped at her front clasp. Unhooking it, as he pulled the bra away from her breasts, exposing them to the cool air of the basement. He clasped both in his hand, gently feeling their weight, molding them to his hands, as he gently squeezed them until they peaked.




He lowered his head down, until he placed one of the peaks in his mouth, he slowly suckled it, biting the peak, and gently teased it with his tongue. He continued to gently tease the other with his hand, as he paid attention to the other, until he swapped peaks, giving each gratification as he continued to devour her. Buffy’s labored breathing was the only indication that she was transfixed by his administrations, she occasionally inhaled with such sharpness, that she let out a rasping sound that he’d never heard before. He continued his trail down her body, kissing her abdomen with exquisite small butterfly kisses, stopping at her navel, to run and dip his tongue in, like she had with his palm. Until reaching the waistband of her pants, he undid them as he continued diving into her navel. Slowly undoing the zip, pulling it down with his fingers, he could smell her arousal, so fever pitched that it was driving him insane, he had to control the urge just to yank her pants down and dive into her. Her pants fell down of their own accord as the zip gave way, she stood out of them, as she kicked them away. Now on his knees he looked up at her, from his position on the floor.




Placing her hands on his face, she gently motioned for him to stand up before her.




Running her hand down his front again, it was her turn to take pleasure in him. She placed her lips on the top of his collar bone, tracing its prominence with her tongue, licking and tasting the skin below. Tracing it down to the swell of one of his pectorals, until she engulfed his nipple with her mouth, suckling and teasing him, like he had her. Not wasting time, she moved her hand to his jean zipper, lowering it, hearing the metal give way in its wake, freeing him of the tight confines of his jeans. He sprang forth to attention; Buffy ran her hand over and over, the long steel length of him, making him shudder in response to her administrations. He lowered his own jeans of his body, as he didn’t want Buffy to stop what she was doing to him.




Moving his own hands to her g-string, he grasped the sides of its bands, and pulled down. Running his hands up the backs of her legs, until he reached her globes of her bottom, he tenderly pulled her forward, so that she touched his whole body, and matched him shoulder to shoulder, breast to breast, and hip to hip. So close that they were in perfect unison.




They both just stared into the eyes of the other, maybe Buffy couldn’t say what she wanted to say, but it was there, reflected in her eyes from her very soul.




Spike turned her until her back was to the cot, and guided her to lay down upon its rough wooly surface, of the blanket that lay on it. Once Buffy lay down, he stopped just to admire her, to look upon her and feast on the vision before him. He moved to the end of the cot, and placed his hands on her ankles, lifting them up the cot, moving her thighs apart. Kneeling with on one leg on the cot, he kissed one of her knees, making his way up her thigh, until he reached her inner folds. Separating them with his mouth, he went to play with her, teasing her, nibbling at her until she screamed at the pleasure of it. He continued until he could feel the moisture run out of her like a river, and he felt her inner muscles start to contract around his mouth. His placed two of his fingers on her inner wall, teasing the muscles inside, until she buckled and howled out his name, as she came.




“Spike please!!”




“Please what Buffy?”




“Please Spike, I want you! Please!”




“Where Buffy? Tell me where!”




“Inside, inside of me!”




Moving his way up her body, he covered her own with his, kissing her on the mouth with so much passion, need, heat and desire. His want evident on her stomach, as it twitched and stretched even further in length, tickling her abdomen. Not wanting to wait any longer, she grasped him in her hands, and placed him at her entrance. Putting her hands on his hips, she pushed.




The tip of him glided in with little resistance; its length and width moved smoothly within her, with slow thrusts, he begins his assault upon her being. Buffy arched up in response to his movements, bringing her hips up to meet his, grasping his shoulders to anchor herself to him. Slowly the rhythm changes, to one of longer, deeper, and slow agonizing movements, swirling of each others hips to increase the others pleasure, and satisfaction.




“Oh Buffy!Oh god! So good, so good!”




“Yes, there, there!!”




Each voicing their pleasure, and need for one another, they rediscovered each other, like never before. They were communicating with each other, in ways that words wouldn’t allow, expressing their trust for each other, and their acceptance of each other.




They were finally dancing to the right tune.




Spike felt Buffy’s inner muscles begin to contract, and tighten, signaling her readiness to complete the crescendo of the dance. Bringing his hand down, he stroked her at her peak, and felt her let go, diving into the abyss that awaited her. Pulling back one more time, he dived into her, allowing himself to let go and join her.




“Oh Bloody Hell”




“Owwwwhhhhhhhhh”




Their joined screams, melting into one another, as they both came with each other, each holding onto the other in a death grip. One not wanting to let the other go, just wanting to stay like this forever.




Spike gently raised himself from on top of Buffy, and retrieved the blanket that had fallen to the floor, covering them both in it. They just lay in each others arm, just looking at each other, both giving the other soft just-after kisses, and simple caresses along each others body.




Enjoying the after glow.









Neither heard the approaching foot steps on the landing, as Dawn approached. She hadn’t wanted to disturb the lovers, but Giles was looking for Buffy, and this was the last thing that Dawn wanted Giles to find, especially after the episode with Woods. She saw the two in their embrace, and dreaded breaking the reunion up, but it had to be done. She loudly stomped her feet mimicking foot steps and waited for the two to notice them.




Spike was the first to notice, abruptly pulling away from Buffy, “Bloody Hell, Platelet!”




“Dawn, get the hell out of here” the anger in Buffy’s voice was sharp and deadly.




“Hey, I know you two are having a little chat, but Giles is after you Buffy” Dawn tried to explain.




“Bloody Watcher, what does the pilock want now?” Spike retorted, “Hey, he cannot kill me one way, so he tries another”




“Spike!” both girls replied to his outburst.




“Okay Dawn, I’ll be up in a minute, ok” Buffy looked at her sister dismissing her.




Dawn quickly retreated back up the stairs, and quietly closed the door behind her. Leaving Buffy and Spike in the basement, looking at each other, a little found, but also, a little lost.




“So what does this mean, Buffy?”




“It means that we have a lot to talk about and a lot to explore. But not now Spike, we have other matters to fix first.”




“Yeah, we do have matters to fix up, but…”




“Please Spike no buts now. You know that I feel something for you that I never thought I would, ever. But…………..”




“But, let’s just go be heroes for now”




“Yeah, lets just go be heroes for now, and tomorrow, well lets just wait and see, okay” with that Buffy leaned into him and gently placed a kiss on his mouth, full of promises and a future. She reluctantly turned away, and did what she had to do.




She had to be the Slayer for now.