Chapter 5:

Friday

Spike turned on the TV. Although he was yesterday's news, his mug shout appeared often. He switched it off, feeling panic about to set in. Time was running out. He showered, wrapping a towel around his waist and lit a fag. He stashed the money in the seams of his leather trench coat, folding it carefully and then placing it at the bottom along with the gun and various clothing items on top. He looked at the clock not expecting Buffy to be home from school for another four hours, giving him plenty of time to make some arrangements. He searched his jean pockets for the number Xander had given him for his friend Dalton. Spike needed some fake IDs and birth certificates to ensure crossing the border without hassle. He searched Buffy's drawers finding an old college ID, thinking Dalton could probably transfer her photo onto a new one. He packed all his things, not that it was much since he never really unpacked since he arrived in Sunnydale. He'd sat on the edge of Buffy's bed thinking about her while the ash from his cigarette compounded but didn't fall to the floor. He grabbed the stripe of pictures located on her mirror, tearing two off for himself. He made a call to Dalton then headed to Los Angeles.

Dalton lived on the outskirts of on the state line marking California and Nevada. His trailer was small and boring and there wasn't another neighbor within miles. Spike thought it was the most depressing sight he'd ever seen. He knocked on the door greeted by a short balding eye-glassed man.

"You Spike."

"Maybe, are you Dalton?"

"Maybe"

Both men eyed each other with distrust until Spike replied.

"I'm a friend of Xanders. He told me you could help me out, mate."

"Well, why didn't you just say that over the phone...come in. What can I do for you?" Dalton said, warming up to Spike.

"I need two ID's one for me and another one for my girl. I'm also going to need two birth certificates. Here's all the information you need. How soon can you have this ready for me?"

"It want be ready until Sunday. Can you stick around until then?"

"Looks like I'm going to have to mate. How much for everything?"

"Two thousand dollars. I'll take half now and the rest when you pick it up."
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Buffy returned home early from school she wasn't feeling well. She called out for Spike but he didn't answer. She looked around her apartment, noticing the briefcase was lying on the floor empty. She walked into her bedroom to lie down and it was there she noticed Spike's duffel bag was missing. Soon after, she noticed he'd taken some pictures of them. She was overwhelmed with sadness. Spike left without saying goodbye. Now she knew how it felt like after abandoning him in the hotel two months ago. She closed her eyes remembering their last night together and how passionate and loving he was. She thought maybe that was his way of saying goodbye with one last roll in the hay. A single tear had fallen from her eyes. She wiped it away but another one fell then another. Buffy was crying over Spike. She'd never had her heart broken before; guessing the heaviness she was feeling in her chest was what it felt like. She looked in her mirror, seeing her face covered with streaks of eyeliner and mascara running down her cheeks. She walked into the bathroom to wash her face and reapply but it was useless more tears started to fall. She'd felt dizzy again. She placed the lid over the toilet seat, resting her face in her hands. Getting over Spike this time wasn't going to be easy. She loved him after all, thinking maybe if she told him he'd stay and forget about Mexico. She didn't know what the big deal was anyway. Sunnydale was just as hot, and sunny with beaches too. She couldn't figure him out, having given up on trying to since he showed up unannounced. However, his mystery was one of the things that attracted her to him in the first place along with his ability to do what he wanted and not have to answer to anyone. She missed him.

Once the dizziness subsided, Buffy headed back towards her bedroom for some much needed rest. She almost made to bed when she heard a knock at her door. She hurried to answer it, thinking Spike had come back. She called out his name before answering the door, opening it half way. There were two gentlemen dressed in suits and ties, wearing sunglasses. One guy was very tall with sandy blonde hair and the other was black with a baldhead.

"Can I help you?" Buffy asked.

"Are you Buffy Summers?" asked the tall gentlemen.

"Who wants to know?"

"I'm Detective Riley Finn and this is Detective Forrest Graham."

"I'm Buffy Summers."

"May we come in"?

"What's this all about?"

"May we come in."?

Buffy opened the door wider, motioning the detectives into her apartment.

"Have a seat"

"Thank you mam"

"Ms. Summers we're investigating a double homicide involving William Jones, aka William Reynolds, aka William Hartford."

Buffy's brow crinkled starting with the first name the detective called out even more at the other two names. "I'm sorry officers" She replied shaking her head.

"Detective, please"

"I'm sorry detective but I don't know anyone by that name."

"What about Spike?" asked Detective Graham.

Buffy stopped shaking her head when the detective mentioned Spike's name. She never bothered to ask him if it was his real name then again she didn't think she would see Spike again after leaving Las Vegas.

"I know him."

"Your landlord Mr. Synder contacted us...identifying him as the man he saw in your apartment yesterday afternoon. He said he was your boyfriend. Where is he Ms. Summers?"

"He's not my boyfriend. I mean...I don't know what I mean. He was here but he's gone." Buffy replied nervously.

"Did he say where he was headed?"

"He talked about going to San Francisco. He said some guy owed him some money there."

Riley motioned for Detective Graham to make a call to headquarters warning all units to be on the look out for Spike in the San Francisco area.

"Can you tell us anything else?"

"No that's all I know."

"If you're lieing to us Ms. Summers, we want hesitate to arrest you for aiding and abetting a murderer."

Tears began to fall from her eyes. Buffy didn't want to believe Spike was capable of killing anyone. She didn't want to believe the detectives but now everything started to make sense. The talk about Mexico, the secrecy, and the money but why her why did he stay in Sunnydale when he could have just left after he got the money. It didn't make any sense but nothing Spike did made any sense except in his mind. However, she didn't know where he was. All she knew is that he was gone and she would never see him again.

"Well, thank you for your time Ms. Summers. If you can think of anything else, here's my card."

Buffy placed the card on her coffee table. All three of them stood at the same time, walking to the front door.

"Detective Finn, who did he kill?" Buffy asked.

Riley opened his notebook for reference.

"He killed a state trooper and one Clem Smith, a buddy of his. Those two shared a rap sheet a mile long."

Buffy didn't know Clem and Spike never mentioned he had any friends. He seemed like a loner and a person with trust issues. After the detectives left, Buffy rested her head on the front door, she felt sick. She'd run into the bathroom, throwing up in the sink instead of the toilet. She grabbed a towel from the handle to wipe her mouth. Spike was a murderer she thought but her gut was telling her it wasn't true. However, she would never find out because the only person to answer that question left without saying goodbye.

The detectives had stood outside Buffy's door.

"What do you think, man?" Detective Graham asked.

"I think she's lieing. She's covering up for him. Did you see the look on her face? She's in love with him. I've been on the job long enough to know a woman in love will do anything to protect her man."

"So what do you want to do?"

"We wait...stake the place out...something tells me he's going show his face...a girl that beautiful... I would come back."

"She is hot"

"Call another unit for back up." Riley said.

Buffy needed to lie down. Her head was spinning and her heart was pounding out of control. The visit from the detectives left her confused. All this time she was thinking Spike was just this carefree guy, living life on his own terms not a murderer. He was her definition of a free spirit; a live and let live kind of guy but a murderer. She refused to believe it, burying her head into her pillow, willing herself to sleep.

Spike parked his car several blocks from Buffy's apartment, placing his duffel bag in the trunk of the car. As he approached her building, he noticed an unmarked police car parked a few feet from her complex and a squad car pulled up beside it. He tried not to panic, immediately backing up and returning to his car. He stopped, knowing he couldn't leave without her. Most men when have called him a fool and others would say he was that stupid guy in that movie, given the chance to get away and not taking it. Spike was a fool, a fool for love. He figured enough time had passed for Buffy to be home. He'd crept around back, looking through her bedroom window. He saw her, lying on the bed. He smiled, pounding on the window.

Buffy was startled out of her sleep by the loud knocking. She looked in the direction of her bedroom window, seeing Spike displaying a devilish grin. She hurried to the window, opening it and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I thought you left. What are you doing here...the police are looking for you. They said you killed two people. Is that true? Spike what's going on. I'm scared. You have to get out of here."

"Calm down, pet. Listen to me Buffy...I didn't kill anyone...you have to believe me. I know I have to go but I came back for you. It's now or never, luv. Are you coming with me?"

Before Buffy could answer, there was pounding at her front door. A man shouted it was the police requesting her to open the door.

"Spike I can't. I don't know."

"Mexico...Mexico...Mexico" Spike replied, taking slow steps backward, staring into her eyes.

Buffy heard her front door open abruptly. She was hesitating and looking back and forth, feeling her heart rate speed up and off the charts.

Spike knew he was running out of time. He continued to stare into her eyes.

"Buffy I love you please come with me."

Three simple words changed her mind. Buffy smiled at Spike then grabbed her purse, letting Spike help her out the window. They ran over to the car about to get inside when they were spotted by a patrol car. Spike opened the trunk, pulling out his duffel bag. He grabbed Buffy by the hand.

"Run, pet" He shouted, sprinting in the opposite direction of the squad car.

The two lovers continued running several blocks, ducking and dodging out of sight from the speeding police car, giving chase. Out of nowhere two more appeared until finally one of the cops stopped his car and chased them on foot. Buffy was determined to keep up with Spike, letting him pull her by the hand the entire way. They stopped briefly, surveying where they were. Spike knew Buffy was running out of steam but they needed to continue. He grabbed Buffy by the arms.

"Do you trust me?"

Buffy was using the opportunity to catch her breath so she nodded her as a yes.

"Then trust me when I tell I want let go of your hand."

Buffy smiled, knowing in that moment. Spike wasn't going to leave her.

The cop proved to be no match for the two of them. Buffy and Spike outran him by several blocks, finding an abandoned building to hide in. Spike walked in first, still holding Buffy by the hand and making sure there weren't any nasties lurking about. When he was confident they were safe, he hugged her close then kissed her lips.

"You alright, pet?" He asked, licking his dry lips.

Buffy looked into his eyes, grabbing Spike by the face and kissing him roughly on the mouth. The adrenaline was pumping to every part of her body. Her heart was thumping in her chest. Buffy was on fire. She continued to kiss him, using all her strength backing him into the wall. Spike kissed her back passionately, turning them around. He'd torn his mouth away from hers, looking into her desire filled eyes. There was a lustful grin on her face as she pushed down her panties and stepped out of them. He watched her, becoming fully aroused. He pressed his body against hers, kissing her with fury while hoisting her up.

Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist while Spike successfully unbutton and unzipped his jeans continuing to kiss her and hold her up at the same time. He guided his cock into her with ease. Buffy was soaking wet and hot. The lovers fucked against the wall in the midst of chaos blinded by their desire for the other and forced into silence except for their heavy breathing.

The intensity of the moment was getting to them. Spike buried his head in her shoulder trying not to come out loud while Buffy clutched at him with her teeth embedded in the flesh curve between his neck and shoulder. Both had come only seconds apart, using all their will power not to scream out. Spike's head wanted to split in two from the intense migasm threatening his ability to hold her up. The force of Buffy's orgasm was equally overwhelming while she continued to bite into Spike's flesh.

Unable to support her weight, Spike dropped Buffy's legs as she struggled to maintain some kind of hold around him. He was still hard and pulsing inside her so he did what he had to do. He pulled her down to the dirty floor, pushing her onto her back to continue waylaying into her. Another orgasm rocked Buffy's world but Spike was there to muzzle her moans with his mouth and tongue. She gripped his ass, pushing him in deeper, feeling his hot come spilling inside her. Buffy returned the favor, covering his mouth with hers while he grunted every milky drop. Spike rested on Buffy before rolling off her, both breathing in uncontrollable unison from their pleasure. He pulled her to him, securing his arm around her while she rested her head on his chest. Mentally and physically exhausted, they fell asleep.

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Chapter 6:

Saturday

Several hours later, Buffy had awakened suddenly becoming aware of her surroundings. Her alertness roused Spike, sending him into survival mode. He jumped to his feet almost knocking her back down to the dirty floor while he pulled up his jeans.

"Get up, luv...we have to... get us some place clean and uninhibited by rodents."

Buffy jumped up, brushing the dirt from her ass, legs and skirt.

"I'm ready."

Spike smiled at her, liking what he heard. He grabbed her by the waist then kissed her. Quickly, the kiss turned passionate and the two found themselves wanting each other again but Spike managed to tear his mouth away from hers.

"We'll make time for that when we find us a place to stay until tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? shouldn't we be leaving for Mexico now."

"We can't now luv, we need some wheels and our identification want be ready until then."

Buffy started to worry but she didn't say anything. However, Spike could see the worry on her face. Gently, he grabbed her by the arms.

"It's going to be alright, pet. I'm going to take care of us."

With Buffy in tow, Spike checked to see if every thing was clear, looking for any sign of cops. He spotted an old Volkswagon van dating back to the seventies. He reached into his duffle bag, pulling out his carjacker. Buffy was his lookout.

Getting into the van was easy but hotwiring it was a challenge. Spike had to remove some of the paneling to get to the wires he needed. Wiping sweat from his brow, he finally managed to get the van started then realizing it was the first time he'd ever had a problem. He prided himself on being a master car thief. Instead of blaming the difficulty on the age of the car, he'd taken it as a sign of bad luck.

They'd driven to Los Angeles. Spike parked the van in a darkened area of the motel parking lot. He'd gotten them a room, facing the freeway on the first floor in case they needed to make a quick getaway. The heavily tattooed clerk inside the motel recognized him from the TV sitting on the counter, brightly displaying Spike's mug shot with a picture of Buffy. They exchanged knowing stares and Spike laid out the money for the room as well as five crisp one hundred dollar bills. The clerk smiled. Spike placed his index finger against his pursed lips as an agreement of silence. The clerk nodded his head once, handing him the key.

Spike climbed back into the van, noticing Buffy had fallen asleep. He parked it several parking spaces away from their motel door. He carried Buffy inside, placing her on the bed. She shifted then awakened.

"Spike" She called out still dazed from sleep.

"Yes, I'm right here, luv"

"I'm hungry."

Spike laughed to himself. She sounded like a kid telling a parent she wanted to eat.

"I'll be right back luv" He replied, watching her fall back asleep.

Spike walked into a nearby diner, ordering hamburgers, fries and shakes to go. He noticed the Saturday morning paper, lying on the counter. He looked to see if it belonged to anyone then helped himself, unfolding it. On the front page was a picture of him and Buffy with the headlines reading 'Hostage or Lover?'. He closed the paper, looking around. All of the patrons inside seemed to be minding their own business. He folded the paper under his arm, paying for the food with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress looked at him. The meal only cost thirteen dollars. Spike smiled at her and told her to keep the change. She smiled back. Once he was outside the diner, he shoved the newspaper into the trash, hurrying back to the motel.

Buffy looked up quickly when Spike walked through the door. She had already taken a shower, sitting on the bed wrapped in a white towel.

"You're back"

Spike looked at Buffy.

"You say it as if I wasn't coming back, pet. I told you I would and I keep my promises. After I left, you had fallen back asleep."

"How long was I out?"

"A while, but you woke up long enough to tell me you were hungry. I got us something to eat."

Buffy grabbed the bag from Spike, shoving her hands inside to devour fries.

"Slow down pet."

"I'm starving" Buffy, replied with a mouth full of food.

Spike watched Buffy devour her food barely touching his own. After seeing his mug shot alongside his sweet Buffy, he'd lost his appetite. He was puzzled, thinking he made a mistake persuading her to come with him. Normally, he didn't have second thoughts, always doing whatever he wanted but he didn't want to ruin her promising life. Buffy was only 18 years old. She hadn't lived and he didn't want to be the one responsible for taking that away from her. He was being selfish, thinking he needed to push it aside for once then his thoughts shifted to Clem. He missed his best friend, his brother, breaking the promise he made to himself not to mourn him until he got to Mexico so he struggled to hold back his tears not wanting to alarm Buffy.

Buffy had finished her food, including what Spike didn't eat. She burped, sucking on what remained from her milkshake. She looked at him, sitting in the armchair lost in thought. He had a she'd never seen before. It was a look of worry.

"Spike, what's wrong?"

Spike turned to her.

"I miss Clem."

"The guy the police said you killed."

"I didn't kill him. It was an accident. The dam fool shot himself messing around with a loaded gun. You would think the police would know that sense it was impossible for me to shot him at that angel and manage to steer the bloody car but they don't care about that pet...nobody cares. All they see is the criminal in me. They want to put me back in jail but I want let that happen. I'd rather die, than go to prison. I've seen jail and I'm sure prison is ten times worst."

"What about that trooper...was that a accident too?"

"He tried to arrest me...we struggled...the gun went off...end of story."

Buffy watched Spike look off into the distance. She wanted to be there for him, comfort him. She seated herself on his lap, touching the side of his face.

"I care and I don't see a criminal when I look at you. You're not going to prison because we'll be in Mexico." Buffy replied, smiling like a schoolgirl.

Spike chuckled, realizing even more how young she was. He needed to relax.

"I'm going to take a shower, pet." He said, getting up from the chair.

Buffy flopped into her chair after him, watching Spike undress in front her. Her eyes wondered down his sculpted ivory body, settling on his beautiful cock. She smiled up at him, biting her bottom lip but Spike was too distracted to notice she wanted him. He looked as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Again, something she'd never seen before. Spike was revealing a side of himself she thought didn't exist. His carefree attitude had transformed into seriousness. She wanted to erase what ever was troubling him.

Spike placed his head under the hot water, feeling the tension leave his body. He pushed all his thoughts aside, thinking everything was going to be all right once they made it safely to Mexico. He closed his eyes, letting the spray of heated water sooth his face then he felt her.

Buffy pressed her body against his backside, locking her arms under his. She massaged his chest, kneading her fingers into his flesh. Spike moaned, gripping the back of her thigh to hold her closer. She kissed his back, licking at the wetness. He lowered his head, enjoying her comfort. Slowly, her hand curled around his rising cock, stroking it up and down while steadily increasing the firmness of her grip.

Turning to face her, he kissed her hungrily, running his hands down her back to her ass bending her slightly backward with the force. Buffy caught her balance holding onto his flexing muscular forearms. She moaned against his mouth while his tongue continued to dart in and out, overwhelming her with heated wet kisses.

Spike clung to her as if she was his only life force. Being with her was making his world melt away. He needed her comfort. It made him feel invincible. He loved her so much, wishing she would admit she loved him too.

Wiggling her way out of his strong grasp, Buffy stepped out of her shower, pulling him by the hand. Spike allowed himself to be taken away from the sanctuary of the shower into the sanctuary of her arms. She kissed him, igniting the spark created when he kissed her so forcefully in the shower. She pushed him onto the bed, releasing his mouth from hers. She straddled him while rubbing her already wet pussy along the length of his shaft. She captured his lips again as her tongue swirled around his. Spike was helpless so he surrendered his soul to her.

"God, Buffy I love you so much. I have to have you in my life."

Buffy heard his words but didn't reply. She loved him too but wanted her actions to speak for her. Buffy's wet moist lips inflamed his skin.

Spike tangled his hands in her damp hair, anticipating what was to come.

"Buffy, luv I need you so much right now."

She wrapped her hand around his cock, flickering her tongue at the head while it grew mightier in her hand. Buffy's hungry mouth gobbled up his manhood as Spike pumped his hips, urging her to take more, she did. Relaxing her throat, she could feel it pulse at the roof of her mouth while her tongued travel across the roadmap of veins engorged with blood. He was set to detonate soon. Spike's head was spinning with pleasure and approval through his many gasps and groans. He loved the way she was handling him, opening his eyes to the erotic sight of her full lips around his cock. It was enough to do him in. Spike came a continuous stream of thick-clouded juice, pumping into her mouth. Buffy tried to swallow as much as she could but he was flowing like a hose. Moans of satisfaction accompanied by shortness of breath were all he was capable of mustering. Buffy looked up, seeing Spike sated by her way of helping to ease his worries. She kissed her way back up his body, feeling his arms encircle around her. She looked into his eyes while her hand caressed his chest.

"I want to make love with you."

She lowered her head, tracing the outline of his tattoo with her tongue then running he hand across it. She sucked on his nipples, making them erect and screaming for more contact from her mouth. She ran her tongue over them once more, hearing Spike gasped then realizing it was one of his spots. She looked for more, running her tongue up his neck starting at the base of his throat all the way up to his chin. She sucked on it, running her tongue along his chiseled jaw line to his ear. She nibbled on it, biting around the sensitive flesh while her hand was massaging the nape of his neck. She made her way to the other side, kissing his lips sensually as she traveled across. Buffy could feel his cock twitching and jerking against her thigh. He was hard again. She returned to his mouth, kissing him deeply in a tireless wet worship of tongues, moving, sliding, massaging against the others.

Spike pulled away from her mouth, looking at her with affection. He was in love with the beautiful young girl. Buffy wanted him badly. The way her body moved against him, the wickedness of her tongue and the sensuality of her touch had given him a new erotic awakening that he didn't expect to come from her. She wasn't a young girl. She was a woman. The one stealing his heart when he wasn't looking and he thought he was the only thief in the relationship.

He was silly to think he didn't want her there, with him, about to make love. There was something different about the way she was responding to him as if she was trying to tell him something but he stopped trying to figure it out. He stroked his hand through her hair, smiling at her and thinking her words were the most beautiful words he'd ever heard. He rolled them over, pushing her hair away from her face. He entered her, gasping and blinking quickly from her degree rising heat. His lips parted, then his eyes closed shut for a few seconds feeling the intensity of the moment. Buffy was burning up inside. He tried to regain his composure; opening his eyes to hers to communicate the unbelievable pleasure she was giving him.

Buffy wanted the depth of the moment to be acknowledged. She struggled to keep her eyes open, wanting Spike to see how she felt about him and wanting him to feel what he was doing to her. She spread her legs wider, lifting up slightly to make sure he was all the way in. She'd felt the head of his cock graze her g-spot. She whimpered, feeling tiny little spasms creep up her spine and take her breath away. The sensation acted as trigger, filtering throughout her limbs. She grabbed his face; pulling his mouth to hers to engage in a sweet kiss on it's way to deepening. She eased her tongue out, curling it upward to touch the roof of his mouth. She rubbed it back and forth then across both lips before taking full occupancy inside, feeling like she was about to faint from Spike's long, slow easy strokes. Sex with Spike was always good but making love to him was better than anything she'd ever experienced as he elicited heavily punctuated whimpers, groans and moans from her.

Spike controlled the tempo; depth and direction of each stroke, making sure the ridges of her g-spot met the head of his cock. Partially lifting his body from hers, he stared into her eyes, making every stroke count. With every one, he watched Buffy's eyes close and open as her mouth mimicked the same reaction. Her pussy flexed like a begging mouth around his cock, sucking him in deeper. She was hotter and wetter than any of the other times he'd been inside her, making it impossible to continue the slow pace but he concentrated on the sweetness of the moment. It was making him last.

She loved him, he knew for sure now, not caring if she didn't say it. The words were unimportant as they released their desires and enslaved themselves to the other's wishes and pleasures. They were making love with an intense fire that burned for the other. Touching, tasting, kissing, and holding were what the moment was about. Spike needed Buffy and somehow she must have sensed it, coming to him as if he called her.

Once Spike came back down to earth, he realized they were no longer making love. They were fucking now, riding themselves of any dammed-up passion from their night spent in the abandoned building. Their sweat sex covered skin created slapping echoes throughout the dingy motel room as their bodies rose and fell to the mattress with lustful force. Spike was fucking Buffy like he was drilling for oil and she was accepting every new place he was discovering inside her. She licked and kissed at his neck, chest, and shoulders, crying out between kisses but keeping up Spike with an equal fire and intensity. Her mouth had found his roughly as she gripped the back of his head with one hand while the other gripped his ass, pushing him deeper. She was about to explode. Her body jerked and twitched like a broken electric cable, absorbing the promising power of Spike's body propelling her into release. Her screams of passion traveled from her well-fucked pussy against his ear. Spike let out animal-like growl, coming so hard; he thought he would never stop, placing a period at the end of their hot, seductive union with a mixing of sweat that covered their bodies like a rain forest mist.

A/N: I hope you liked this chapter so please tell me what you think and leave a review. There is only one chapter left so keep reading.

A/N: This update is dedicated to Laura in Buenos Aries. Merry Christmas

 

Chapter 7:

A/N: Warning!!! Character Death

Sunday

Buffy climbed out of bed, covering her mouth with one hand to run to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her then kneeled over the toilet to puke up yesterday's meal. Backing away from it, she pulled a towel from the rack above her head to wipe her mouth. She gripped the towel hard, knocking her forehead against it. The solitude of the bathroom had given her time to think. Between Las Vegas, school, money concerns and Spike, it had dawned on her she missed two periods. Since her cycles were irregular, she wasn't too concern, thinking she would get a pregnancy test to end her worry.

She exited the bathroom, looking over at Spike. He was still sleeping in the same position when she entered the bathroom. She picked up her clothes, smirking at how dingy her skirt and top looked. Instead of putting them back on, she searched through Spike's duffel bag for something to wear. She struggled to pull out a red button down shirt. It was barely budging so she reached both hands into the bag. She had felt something hard and heavy lying on top of the shirt. She pulled it out then quickly dropped it to the floor, shooting a quick look over at Spike. She pulled the red shirt out of the bag; eyeing the gun she'd dropped on the floor, wondering why he had it.

Spike's shirt hung low around her like a dress then she wrapped his black belt around her waist to give it an eighties look. She stashed the gun back into his bag and crept out of the room, carrying her shoes in her hands.
The early morning sun greeted her with open arms, making her feel better. She walked into a small mom and pop store across the street from the motel. She purchased a comb and brush set, a pair of shorts, a tank top, and a home pregnancy test. Buffy smiled at the older lady ringing up her purchases. The woman smiled back then became flushed when she picked up the pregnancy test. Buffy pretended the woman's reaction didn't affect her as she walked out the door glad the experience was over. Her next stop was the diner down the street. She ordered eggs, bacon, juice and some muffins to go.

Quietly, she entered the room relieved Spike was still asleep. Placing the items and food on the table, Buffy removed the test from the bag. She locked the bathroom door behind her, following the instructions on the box. She placed the stick on the bathroom sink and waited. Five minutes, later Buffy had her answer. She was pregnant. She figured she was about seven weeks, counting backwards to her last period up to now. There was no question that Spike was the father. Buffy had only slept with two men in her eighteen years, Spike being the third and the last. She used protection with him sometimes, rolling the dice with him other times and letting the heat of the moment influence her all of the other times. Now the reality of her actions had caught up to her, making her realize life wasn't always about living in the moment and doing whatever felt good. Life was happening now and the tears falling into her lap were real. She seated herself on the edge of the tub, looking down at her stomach, trying to picture herself pregnant but she couldn't. She was too young she thought, knowing her situation was going to change everything. She knew she wanted to be a mother someday, rubbing her hands across of her belly conflicted in her emotions.

Spike had awakened from his orgasmic stupor, searching for Buffy. He noticed the bathroom door was closed. He called out to her but she didn't answer. He climbed out of the bed and knocked on the door.

"Buffy"

"Go away Spike."

Spike twisted the knob of the front door, finding that it was locked.

"Buffy open the bloody door."

"No"

"What's wrong, luv?"

"Leave me alone."

Spike backed away from the door then kicked it in, startling Buffy. He looked at her, noticing her tear riddled eyes. He glanced over at the sink, moving his head in close to see the purple and white plastic object before him. He picked it up, seeing two red lines. He dropped it in the sink backing up against the bathroom door. His mouth was wide in shock. He looked at Buffy again but didn't say anything.

"Are you mad?" she asked.

Spike never wanted a girlfriend, never wanted children, and never planned for the future. Now, it was staring him in the face. This time he wasn't the one rolling the dice. Life had done it for him.

"No worries, so we're having a little one. It changes nothing." he replied, chuckling nervously.

Buffy responded by looking at Spike, thinking how he couldn't possibly be serious. Now she knew why it was all or nothing with him.

"How can you say that? It changes everything. I can't go with you to Mexico. It doesn't make sense now. I have to see a doctor." She said, walking pass him, facing the bed.

"Why so you can kill my child...that makes no sense, luv." Spike replied, walking up behind her. He encircled her in his arms, running his hands up and down her stomach. He kissed her shoulder, then her neck.

Feeling him pressed against her backside was suppose to make her think everything was going to be okay. Buffy knew she had to challenge him or nothing would stop Spike from treating everything so casually.

"It's wrong for us. You don't see it but I need to stop you."

"I can't let anybody stop me, luv."

"That's what I'm talking about Spike. You're twenty-six years old and you're still running."

"I know I have the devil dancing on my shoulder but I'm a good man, Buffy...just give me the chance." He said, moving his hands lower to rub his fingers up and down her pussy.

Buffy could feel herself melting at his words and touch. No matter how good it felt she had to continue challenging him.

"What will we do in Mexico once the money runs out?"

"Get more, keep going." Spike replied.

"How do we get more, become thieves?"

"I don't know. Why do you keep asking me questions about the future? I don't know about it...nobody knows about it...so fuck it, we roll the dice. As long as you love me then trust me when I say everything is going to be right as rain."

"I don't want to love you. I don't want to go with you."

"You love me...I know it."

"It doesn't matter if I love you."

"You love me...now say it."

Buffy started to cry.

"Say it" Spike shouted, turning her around to face him.

Buffy was still silent.

Spike released her, punching his fist into the wall. He grabbed her again.

"Alright then, if you say you don't love me then I'll go." Spike said, smirking and staring into her eyes.

Buffy was still silent.

"Go on, pet... say it...say it and I'll go. It's easy... say it." He shouted.

Buffy was still silent, staring into his eyes.

"You can't say it...can you?"

"I don't love you." She replied, looking away after the word don't.

"Liar...my little liar." Spike replied, kissing her and pouring every ounce of passion he had for her into it.

"Spike, please."

"Please what...make love to you." He replied, planting fevered kisses to her neck, face then back to her lips.

Buffy's head was spinning. She was giving into the passion as his mouth dominated hers.

"Yes"

Spike pulled away from her and smiled, unbuckling his belt from her waist and ripping the shirt open. He lowered her to the bed while his mouth found hers again. Their tongues intertwined lustfully. He kissed down her body, finding her erect nipples to bite and tease.

"Spike, you're insatiable." She whispered.

Spike looked up.

"So what, pet"

"I like it." Buffy replied, pulling him up to her by the shoulders to engage in a heated kiss.

Spike entered her, fucking her with a slow rhythmic motion while hovering above her.

"I know you love me. I can see it in her eyes. I feel it when I'm inside you just like this."

"Spike, I do love you...I do." Buffy whispered.

He lowered his head, taking hold of her lips with his as his body glided against hers. Buffy unleashed her passion and relinquished her soul as their pelvises rose and fell together in perfect synch. She moaned against his chest and neck. Spike gasped as Buffy took him in deeper and deeper. He was hitting her true hot spot and she was coming and coming hard. She cried out from the pleasure as it absorbed into every pore, every cell. Spike reached for her hands, locking them with his and bounding them to the bed while he pumped into her. The intensity of the moment ascended until it became overpowering. Spike came, whispering her name as a steady flow of hot semen filled her.

Spike called Dalton while Buffy slept, knowing she needed her rest. Everything was ready. He roused Buffy from her sleep, escorting her to the bathroom so the two could shower only to end up fucking again against the tiled wall. Finally, emerging clean and sated, they both dressed. Spike wanted to hot wire another car but decided against it, knowing it would take too much time to find the perfect one. He was going to take his chances with the Volkswagen since it was less suspicion form of transportation. He watched Buffy get dress, admiring her body as searched for signs of a bulging tummy.

"Ready, luv."

"I'm ready."

"Right, then...lets go."

Spike allowed Buffy to walk ahead of him out the door. He opened his duffel bag, pulling out the gun and tucking it in his waist. He was going to get rid of it. He stopped at a gas station to fill up, handing Buffy a one hundred dollar bill to pay for the gas and buy some snacks for the road.

"I'll be your last American food for a while, pet."

Buffy smiled as Spike patted her on the butt. She walked into the convenience store, looking for the most nutrition snacks she could find. She glanced over at the middle-aged woman eyeing her suspiciously, making Buffy feel uncomfortable. She looked away then walked behind some shelves, noticing the woman was still looking at her. She'd given up selecting her items carefully, wanting to hurry out of the store. She brought her items to the counter and noticed the clerk was missing. She called out for some help and then the woman reappeared from the back carrying a phone. The clerk seemed nervous while she rang up Buffy's items. Also, Buffy noticed the woman was taking her time scanning the items. She looked out the glass doors. Spike was sitting in the van, waiting for her. Finally when the woman finished, Buffy threw the money on the counter and ran out the store. She jumped into the passenger seat, looking at Spike with worry.

"Spike we have to get out of here now."

"It's too late, luv.' He replied, hearing the screaming sirens. He grabbed his duffel bag from the back seat. He pulled out his leather trench, handing it to Buffy.

"Here, put this on and don't ask me why."

"Spike its eighty degrees outside."

"Don't argue with me, pet. It will be clear to you later." He replied, looking out the back window, watching the police cars pull up.

"We can still make it. There are a hundred ways out of this town." Buffy replied.

Spike turned to her with his heart full of love. Tears filled his eyes, Buffy wanted to be with him to the bitter end. However, his time had run out and he wasn't going to drag her down with him. Spike had to let her go. He kissed her passionately then pulled away from her.

"Remember I'll always love you even in death. Take care of yourself and my child...make sure it a better life than I did."

Buffy looked at Spike with questioning eyes. She was confused why he was telling her this.

"Spike I'm scared. What are-?"

"Shhhh...put on the coat and don't say another word."

"But...I...I love you, too."

Spike smiled.

"I know you do." He replied, cupping her cheek then running his thumb across her bottom lip. Buffy kissed it. He closed his eyes, committing her beautiful face to memory. There wasn't much time. He jumped out of the van, running over to the to her side. He grabbed Buffy by the neck and shoulders, dragging her from the car. He pulled the gun from his waist, holding it to her head.

Detective Riley Finn and Forrest Graham along with nine other heavily armed cops pointed their guns at the lovers.

"Hold your positions, Riley shouted.

Spike whispered in Buffy ear, as he continued to drag her further and further away to the side of the building.

"Forgive me, luv but I have to do this."

Buffy did as she was told and didn't say a word. She understood what Spike was doing. She started to cry.

When Detective Finn saw Spike pulling Buffy around the side of the building, he radioed the sniper, waiting in position at a building across from the gas station. Unbeknownst to Spike he was placing himself right where Riley wanted him.

"Take the shot as soon as the girl is out of the way, over."

"Roger, that...over." The sniper replied.

The heel of Buffy's shoe had broken off from being dragged across the concrete. She and Spike stumbled but he managed to regain his balance while Buffy fell out of his arms. She looked up at him, seeing the concern on his expressive face only to see it splattered with blood from the bullet that pierced his chest. The force of the sniper's bullet knocked him backward but he didn't fall. However, the shot set off a chain reaction of other shots from the trigger-happy cops, riddling Spike's body with angry bullets. Buffy curled up into the fetal position, screaming and crying her eyes out.

"Cease fire" Detective Finn, shouted, hearing it repeated from cop to cop as the shooting came to an end.

Spike finally fell to the ground, crawling towards Buffy to grab a lock of her hair before dieing.
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Three Years Later

Buffy parked in front of the daycare center, waiting for William to come rushing out. She couldn't wait to see her little spitfire. After several other children walked out the door, she saw him rushing pass them, almost knocking them down to get to her.

"Mommy"

"How's my little man...did you miss me?"

"Yeah"

"Did you have fun today?"

"Yeah"

Buffy smiled at the brown haired, blue-eyed boy while she helped him into the car.

"Now fasten your seat belt, William"

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, I don't want you bouncing around in the back seat." Buffy replied, laughing.

Little William smiled at his mother and Buffy lost it. He looked just like his father when he smiled at her. Quickly, she turned her head away, wiping the tears from her eyes. She waited a while before driving off; she needed to get herself together. Thoughts of Spike filled her head. She could still hear the gunshots, ringing in her ears. She had trouble sleeping for months after he was killed. She had taken a semester off from school to heal and see her doctor. She was indeed pregnant and glad she took the time off to prepare herself for the pregnancy. Her mother moved down from San Francisco to be help her out. Buffy had told her everything and was surprised her mother had taken it so well. Buffy figured it had something to do with her mother becoming a grandmother.

Buffy remembered when the police questioned her over and over again, finally concluding she was held against her will by Spike. Knowing she traumatized from her ordeal, they let her go without further hassle. When Buffy got home later that night, she cried and screamed until her eyes and insides hurt. She slept with Spike's trench coat for several weeks before finding out he hid the money inside the coat. The police knew nothing about it and Buffy wanted to keep it that way. She used the money to pay for college, graduating with honors. She moved out of her apartment and into a house, using some of the money as a down payment. There rest of the money was used to pay for her medical expenses after little William was born and investments for his future.

Also, Buffy found out she had gotten the internship at the art gallery. Understanding her ordeal, they held the position for her until she was ready to take it on. She thrived in the position and after successfully completing the internship she was promoted to manager then offered a partnership. Everything in her life was going well except her love life but that wasn't important. A few months ago, she ran into Detective Finn in the local grocery store and he asked her out on a date but she turned him down. Although it had been three years since Spike's death, Buffy still wasn't ready to get involved with any one. Little William was her priority and she was going to do everything humanly possible to insure he would have a good life just like his father wanted.

The End

A/N: I hoped everyone enjoyed the story as I enjoyed writing it for you.

A/N: I'm sorry I killed Spike but I warned you in the beginning there was more than one character death. Please forgive me and review.