Title: If I’m Not In Love With You

Author: TuesdayGirl

Date: April 18, 2002

Distribution: Sure. But please tell me where.

Email: lisa_alien@hotmail.com

Feedback: I would say ‘duh’ but I’m not that pathetic yet

Pairing: Buffy/Spike officially. Don’t let the first bit confuse you. B/S all the way!

Notes:

The story will be updated every few days, or, sooner if the muse strikes. Don’t worry. I won’t be one of those authors that forgets about a story.

This takes place in season one, after Prophesy Girl.

The song below is by Faith Hill, and entitled, If I’m Not In Love With You, from the album Breathe



If I'm not in love with you

What is this I'm going through

Tonight

And if my heart is lying then

What should I believe in

Why do I go crazy

Every time I think about you, baby

Why else do I want you like I do

If I'm not in love with you



And if I don't need your touch

Why do I miss you so much

Tonight

If it’s just infatuation then

Why is my heart aching

To hold you forever

Give a part of me I thought I’d never

Give again to someone I could lose

If I'm not in love with you





Why in every fantasy

Do I feel your arms embracing me

Lovers lost in sweet desire

Why in dreams do I surrender

Lying with you baby

Someone help explain this feeling

Someone tell me



If I'm not in love with you

What is this I'm going through

Tonight

And if my heart is lying then what should I believe in

Why do I go crazy

Every time I think about you baby

Why else do I want you like I do

If I'm not in love with you











“Dance with me?” Angel asked, extending a pale hand toward Buffy who sat, smiling up at him.

“I thought you’d never ask.” The slayer responded happily, as she allowed herself to be lead onto the crowded dance floor of the Bronze. Holding Angel close, Buffy swayed back and forth to the music, her head on his chest. Angel kissed the top of her head and Buffy turned to look up at him, smiling. When Buffy met his eyes she frowned a little. She was straining her neck to look up at him, but it wasn’t his size that upset her. It was him. He was tall and muscular, overshadowing her. Buffy felt a twinge of fear as, for a second, she feared that she loved him more than he could ever love her. She feared that what she felt about him no man, or vampire could match. Angel kissed her soundly quelling all of her fears…at least for the moment…

1 Somewhere that’s else

“So let me get this straight, you want me to KILL the slayer? And that’s why you brought me here?” Spike asked, biting his pale, pink lips to keep from laughing.

“Yes.” A large, black-robed demon said to Spike, not noticing Spike’s amused expression.

“It doesn’t have to be a production Mercaptil.” Spike said, addressing the gray skinned demon. The demon answered quickly, he had obviously been expecting this response.

“You have killed slayer before. Don’t think that makes you immortal. This one’s different. To kill this girl…you have to love her.”

2 Back In Sunnydale

Spike walked down the sunlit streets of Sunnydale. A silver chain hung around his neck. On the chain was a charm with the initials WC on it. Standing for William Crawford, his human name. A spell had been cast over the charm on the necklace, a spell that allowed Spike to appear human. That way, Buffy’s slayer senses wouldn’t pick him up, and that way he would be able to interact with her in the sunlight.

Spike had been walking the streets for around two hours and still there was no sign of the slayer. He was about to call it a day when he saw Buffy coming down the streets. Two uncovered textbooks were in her arms, and atop them, Buffy was trying to balance an almost full coke. Spike couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the lethal slayer balancing school books in her arms. It made her seem so…innocent. Spike quickly shook his head to get his thoughts back on the task at hand. He looked down, making sure to avoid the slayers eyes. When she walked past him he stepped into her, causing her coke to fall and her books to drop.

“I’m so sorry.” Spike said, bending down to help Buffy pick up her books.

“It’s OK.” Buffy replied, her voice slightly edgy. She tossed the Coke that was now nearly empty into a nearby trash bin as she shuffled around on the ground, picking up papers that had fallen out of the books she had dropped. Buffy paused for a second and looked into the pale blue eyes of the man who had bumped into her and was now helping her pick up her books. They locked eyes for a second and Buffy found that she couldn’t look away.

“What is it?” Spike asked.

“Nothing.” Buffy answered, blushing as she quickly looked away.

“I’m sorry you dropped your books.” Spike said, helping Buffy to her feet and handing her the textbooks. After a pause Spike continued. “But I’m glad I bumped into you. Buffy blushed once again.

“Well, I better get home. I have lots of studying to do, you know…finals.” Buffy turned to go. However, Spike’s cool hand on her shoulder stopped her.

“Wait. I feel terrible about knocking into you. Can I buy you a replacement Coke?” Spike asked politely. However, inside he wished her could just snap the slayers neck, being this polite was killing him.

“I don’t know-“ Buffy began, however, she was cut off.

“I feel really terrible. I’m so clumsy.” Spike said. “By the way, my name’s William. Though most people call me Spike.”

“Well, Spike.” Buffy said, saying his name with an amused expression on her face. “I’m busy now.”

“Please.” Spike insisted.

“What are you, a stalker?” Buffy sarcastically.

“If I say yes can I see you again?” Spike asked, smirking at the glare that the petite slayer was giving him.

“You can meet me at work tonight.” Buffy said and immediately regretted it. You have Angel. She reminded herself.

“Where do you work?” Spike asked, raising an eyebrow, which caused Buffy to forget all about Angel.

“If you want to see me again, you’ll find out.” She answered slightly flirtatiously.

“I don’t even know your name.” Spike said, feeling like they were in Cinderella and Buffy had just dropped a glass slipper. Buffy turned and began walking away, her hips swinging slightly. Spike gasped audibly as her jeans rode lower on her hips. Buffy abruptly turned.

“Buffy.” She replied. “My name’s Buffy.” Spike watched the slayer until she was out of sight. Then, he went home to get a phone book and contact everyplace that the girl could possibly work. For some reason, he found himself oddly looking forward to seeing her again. Though he knew it would possibly be when he killed her. Must be the thrill of the hunt. Spike thought to himself…Just the thrill of the hunt…



If we judge of love by its usual effects, it resembles hatred more than

friendship.

-La Rochefoucauld

Part 2:

Buffy’s feet were killing her. She felt as though she had spent the entire night patrolling. When, in fact, she had been waiting tables at the Bronze, her new job. The process was taking a lot longer than it should have because, every few minutes, Buffy would glance over at the door of the Bronze, watching to see if Spike appeared. “Stupid bleached blonde,” she muttered softly, “makes him irresistible with his oh so sexy British accent.” Suddenly Buffy felt a hand on her back. She turned and came face to face with the aforementioned blonde.

“You forgot how charming and seductive I am love.” Spike said, smirking at her. Buffy blushed a light pink.

Without another word, Spike took the petite slayer’s hand and led her onto the dance floor. Though there was no music, the two began to sway gently.

“Wasn’t hard to find you.” Spike said.

“How did you find me?” Buffy asked, as Spike spun her once, sending her into a fit of giggles.

“Well, it was just a matter of thinking of where a beautiful young woman…” Spike began, pausing as Buffy smiled at the use of the word woman, “…would work. Naturally I thought…strip club…but that didn’t pan out-“ Spike was cut off.

“So you called everyplace in Sunnydale?” Buffy guessed. Spike looked down, slightly ashamed.

“Well, if you want the truth…” Spike said.

“You really are a stalker.”

“If I say yes can I kiss you?” Spike asked. Buffy stepped back and looked up at him. She hesitated for only a moment before crushing her lips to his.

Spike’s cool tongue found itself inside Buffy’s hot mouth. As if in slow motion, their tongues met, battling for dominance. Spike lost all logical thought when Buffy moaned, pressing herself close to Spike. They ended the kiss, only when Buffy’s need for air overpowered her need for Spike.

The two stood in silence for a few moments. Finally, Spike talked.

“I want to see you again.” He said, ignoring the voices in his head that reminded him that this was the girl he was supposed to kill.

“I can’t. I…” Buffy trailed off.

“Are you seeing anyone?” Spike asked, afraid of what the answer would be.

“Yes.” Buffy answered, suddenly unable to look into Spike’s eyes.

“Do you love him?” Spike asked, surprising Buffy. Nobody had ever thought to ask her that. People always told her she didn’t know enough about life to know what love was.

“I don’t know.” Buffy responded truthfully.

“Come to the mansion on Crawford Street tomorrow at three in the morning. I’ll help you find out.” Spike said, before turning and exiting the Bronze, leather duster swinging behind him. I’ll kill her soon. Spike convinced himself. Though he had the sinking feeling that he wouldn’t be killing her anytime soon.

Part 3:

“Your happy.” Willow said, closing the metal door of her locker.

“I guess.” Buffy said, trying to wipe the smile off her face, and failing.

“Is this giddiness summer related?” Willow asked, knowing her friend was never one to look forward to school.

“No.” Buffy said, walking out onto the field in front of Sunnydale and sitting on a stone bench.

“Angel related?” Willow asked, winking at Buffy. Buffy felt like time stopped. Her good mood wasn’t about Angel, it was about Spike, the bleached blonde that was the reason she couldn’t concentrate on French during her French final. Willow will understand. One of the voices in her head protested. No she won’t. Just tell her your good mood is about Angel. Another voice argued. Time picked up again.

“Yes.” Buffy said, lying easily. “I can’t stop thinking about Angel.”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you today love.” Spike said, when he saw Buffy approach. The slayer smiled.

“Ditto.” The slayer replied, laughing at the stupidity of her own statement. Buffy took a moment to look around her. She was in the courtyard of the Crawford Street mansion, the mansion that few dared to go to, and none returned. Buffy, knew that was because many vamps tended to nest in the mansion. However, she was still a bit nervous about being here, especially if it meant fighting vampires in front of Spike.

“What are you thinking about pet?” Spike asked, taking Buffy’s small hands within his.

“Here. Being here, with you.” Buffy replied.

“And…”

“I’m not who you think I am.” Buffy said, quickly. “I have secrets, one really big secret. I can’t tell you what it is. Not now, possibly never.”

“That’s all right love. I mean, I have my share of secrets.” Spike replied cryptically.

“Like what?” Buffy asked curiously. Spike sat in the center of the stone courtyard and Buffy laid down next to him, placing her head on his lap.

Spike searched his mind for something to tell her. But what? He couldn’t just come and say that he was a vampire. And he couldn’t be in total share mode. He was going to kill this girl…soon…eventually…

“Need ideas of what to say?” Buffy asked. Spike smiled and nodded, an easy out. “Well, tell me what your doing here, in America?”

“I’m here on an internship. I go to college in England, and I’m interning with the mayor.” Spike lied.

“You go to college?” Buffy asked, feeling childish.

“Yes. Though I’m only nineteen. It’s just that I skipped several grades.” Spike lied again.

“Good. I was afraid you were much older than me. I’m only sixteen.” Buffy explained.

“You don’t seem that young to me.” Spike said. Buffy blushed. “Don’t do that.”

“What?” Buffy asked, confused.

“Don’t blush. Don’t be embarrassed. Just be Buffy.” Spike insisted.

“Who is Buffy?” The slayer asked, smiling slightly.

“A woman, who loves a man. She just isn’t sure which man.” Spike said. Buffy rolled her eyes.

“And you think the man might be you?” Buffy asked, eyebrows raised.

“Well, I am good looking, charming, sexy…” Spike trailed off.

“And your head, it’s just huge.” Buffy finished for him. Spike ran his fingers through Buffy’s golden hair.

“Why are you here?” Spike asked.

“I don’t know.” Buffy replied truthfully. “I have a boyfriend. A boyfriend I care about.” Buffy’s words stung Spike more than he expected. Buffy continued. “But for some reason, you make me smile, and I can’t get you out of my head.”

“You sound like your in a musical love.” Spike said.

“Do I get to dance through the supermarket?” Buffy asked. Spike chuckled good naturedly. His voice deep. “Well, do I?” Buffy asked, sitting up from her position and staring into Spike’s eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” Spike asked, surprising himself.

“I…” Buffy trailed off as Spike’s lips descended upon her own. She hesitated slightly before pushing Spike gently away. “This is wrong.” She whispered, her warm breath causing Spike to shiver.

“Then why does it feel so right?” Spike asked. As he was about to kiss Buffy once more, the slayer rose.

“Now you should be in a musical.” She said, smiling slightly. The two stood in awkward silence. “I better get home.” Buffy finally said.

“I need to see you again.” Spike pleaded, not sure why his desire to see the slayer was so great.

“I…” Buffy trailed off, unsure of what she wanted.

“Tomorrow. Meet me here once more.” Spike said. Buffy didn’t respond, she just turned and made her way through the barren streets of Sunnydale, back to Revello Drive.

Tell me who you love, and I'll tell you who you are.

Creole proverb

Part 4:

Spike began walking toward the factory where he had been staying. He was smiling slightly, and his step had a bounce in it.

“You haven’t even tried.” A voice said. Spike turned and came face to face with Mercaptil, the gray skinned demon.

“I’ll get the job done.” Spike said, eyes darkening.

“Really?” Mercaptil asked. “You’ll get the job done by making midnight dates and sharing secrets?”

“You’re the one that said to kill her I’d have to love her.” Spike protested.

“I was not suggesting that you fell in love. I was merely pointing out that it might be a job hazard.” Mercaptil said, his voice raising with each word.

“I’ll get the job done.” Spike said, softly.

“Tomorrow.” Mercaptil said.

“What?” Spike asked.

“She’ll come to you at the mansion, she’ll place her head in your lap, and you’ll kill her.” Mercaptil answered, in a voice that left no room for argument.

“Why is it so important to you?” Spike asked. However, Mercaptil had vanished. “Tomorrow.” Spike vowed to himself. “She won’t even see it coming.”

“Angel.” Buffy called, opening the door to the small apartment, near the Bronze, where Angel lived.

“Buffy.” Angel said, smiling when he saw Buffy entering his apartment. “I haven’t seen you recently.” Angel said sadly.

“I know.” Buffy said, suddenly remembering why she cared so much for Angel, how good he made her feel. “Angel. Lately, I’ve been having these feelings…” Buffy said, she then trailed off.

“Me too.” Angel said. “It’s like I can’t be without you.” Angel continued. A thousand thoughts filtered through Buffy’s mind. She contemplated telling Angel how Spike made her feel. However, all she saw was Angel’s hurt expression. So instead she smiled up at him.

“Like every second of the day I can only think about one thing.” Buffy agreed. However, she wasn’t sure exactly which man she was referring to.

“Penny for your thoughts.” Willow said, taking a seat next to Buffy on the swings. It was ten o’clock and the two girls were patrolling.

“Just thinking about things.” Buffy replied, smiling.

“You’ve been thinking a lot.” Willow said. “You sure you’re the slacker I know and love?” Willow teased.

“Yup. These thoughts are one hundred percent non-school related.” Buffy agreed. She paused before continuing. “Wills. Have you ever met someone that you can’t control yourself around? Like what you do when their near you shouldn’t be held responsible for?” Buffy asked.

“Can’t say I have.” Willow replied.

“Oh.” Buffy said, beginning to swing slightly.

“This place is dead.” Willow said. “Wanna’ check out the Bronze?”

“I should really patrol.” Buffy said in mock seriousness.

“Well, what better way to catch vamps than dance with them?” Willow asked with a laugh. Then, she grabbed Buffy’s hand and pulled her off the swing. The two began the walk to the Bronze in compatible silence.

When Buffy entered the Bronze it always felt like she was being transformed into a new person. The music took over and Buffy pulled Willow onto the dance floor. After a few moments of dancing Willow spoke.

“Buffy, this completely hot guy is totally checking you out.”

“I have Angel.” Buffy said, making a vow to herself not to betray Angel again. However, Buffy turned and locked eyes with Spike. Spike smirked and winked at her. Buffy felt herself blush. Then, thinking of Spike’s advice to be herself she began dancing once more. Moving her hips in a sensual pattern.

The slayer raised her arms above her head, causing her shirt to rise up. She never broke eye contact with Spike. Then, she winked at him, causing Spike’s eyes to grow wider. Willow remained oblivious to the exchange, as her attention was fully focused on Xander, who had just come through the door. Spike winked at Buffy once more before turning and losing himself in the crowd. Buffy sighed, realizing that once more she had lost herself and betrayed Angel. “I’ll end it tonight.” She vowed silently. Little did she know, Spike was making the same vow.

“Your late.” Spike said, when Buffy appeared in the mansion courtyard.

“Just a minute late.” Buffy said. She looked down at her watch. “Or thirty minutes…”

“What happened?” Spike asked, coming closer to Buffy, thinking of how he wanted to kill her.

“I had some unscheduled slayage.” Buffy said without thinking.

“What?” Spike asked, remembering that he was supposed to be oblivious to vampires.

“Some unscheduled stayage.” Buffy said, crossing her fingers and hoping Spike would leave it at that. The gods, however, didn’t seem to like her today.

“Stayage?” Spike asked, becoming slightly amused.

“Yeah. Willow, my friend, was all upset. I had to stay with her.” Buffy lied.

“At three in the morning?” Spike asked skeptically, raising one eyebrow.

“Yes.” Buffy supplied weakly. Spike smiled at her.

“All right then.” Spike said.

“Your just going to let me get away?” Buffy asked.

“What?” Spike asked suddenly, thinking Buffy was talking about the fact that he was supposed to be draining the life out of her.

“Your going to let me get away with that excuse?” Buffy asked, tilting her head to the side, exposing her neck.

“What’s a woman without her mystery?” Spike asked playfully. Suddenly, Spike felt heat radiating from his necklace. A heat that signaled him to the fact that Mercaptil was approaching. “Probably making sure the job was done.” Spike muttered under his breath. Spike turned from Buffy and shifted into game face. He was going to do it. Was going to turn toward her and bit into her beautiful neck.

“I thought about you all day.” Buffy said shyly. Just her voice caused Spike to pause, and what she said caused him to slip out of game face.

What’s this girl doing to me? Spike asked himself. I’m letting her change me. She’s making me soft. Spike couldn’t continue these thoughts, however, because he felt Mercaptil growing closer.

“Come with me.” Spike commanded gently, not wanting Mercaptil to ruin the night just yet\line
“Where are we going?” Buffy asked as Spike took her hand and led her into the black Desoto he had parked outside the mansion.

“You’ll find out when we get there.” Spike said, smirking as Buffy rolled her eyes.

Buffy felt like they had been driving for hours. When, in truth, it had only been half an hour. “You know I have to be back in my bedroom before my mom finds I’m out.” Buffy said, growing slightly worried that Spike would drive her across California.

“You will be.” Spike replied.

“How much further?” Buffy asked after a short pause.

“Mommy, are we there yet?” Spike asked in a high pitched voice, mocking Buffy.

“Shut up.” Buffy said, hitting Spike on the arm in a good natured way.

“Close your eyes.” Spike commanded.

“What?” Buffy asked, not feeling comfortable with the idea of closing her eyes in the car with a strange man. However, she complied.

“Good. Keep them closed. We’re almost there.” Spike said.

Buffy felt the car stop. She heard Spike race around the car and open the door for her. Spike took Buffy’s hand and pulled her gently out of the car. The petite slayer heard the car door slam once more, and then was led by Spike.

“Open your eyes.” Spike commanded. Buffy did so and gasped. She was standing on the beach. The sand stretched for miles, and the moonlight reflected on the ocean, causing the gently rolling waves to seem more magical than anything.

“It’s so beautiful.” Buffy said, her voice breathy. She looked and Spike and found him taking off his shoes. Buffy did the same and then began running. Spike stared after her. She looked so young and innocent. Like a siren, sent to lore men to their deaths with her beauty and laughter, instead of her song.

“Come on!” Buffy called to Spike, who willingly obliged, running after Buffy. When Spike caught up to Buffy he snaked out a hand and placed it on her stomach. Spike’s plan was to bring Buffy in close to him. However, she fell onto the sand in a fit of giggles. Spike fell down next to her and took her hand in his.

“Look.” He whispered into Buffy’s ear, sending a tingle through her body. Buffy looked upward where Spike was pointing and came face to face with beautiful, clear stars.

“I spend many nights outside.” Buffy said. “I’ve never looked at their beauty like this. I’ve never…” Buffy trailed off when she felt tears running down her face. Spike looked over at her, concerned.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“This.” Buffy replied.

“I don’t understand?” Spike said, wiping the tears from Buffy’s eyes gently.

“I have a boyfriend. And then you come along. You can’t just come into my life and make me question everything. This, with you, is wrong.” Buffy said, sitting.

“Buffy, please.” Spike said gently. The thought of never seeing her again hurt him more than he knew, and he pushed all thoughts of his duty to kill her away.

“Take me home.” Buffy commanded gently. Spike didn’t argue. The pair silently walked to the car and Spike drove Buffy home.

Your supposed to get shot with an arrow, but I think it hurts less after that.

Manuel, age 8, on love

Part 7:

Spike and Buffy arrived at their destination as the sun was beginning to set. Buffy found herself in a small clearing on the edge of the woods. A clearing that allowed the pair a clear and beautiful view of the sun as it set.

“I don’t understand.” Buffy said, referring to where they were, and what it had to do with poetry. Spike took a seat on a large rock, and Buffy did the same.

“The thing about poetry, is it allows you to go somewhere, to experience something that you wouldn’t have known you were missing otherwise.” Spike explained. “Until you get the hang of reading poetry, of experiencing that amazing feeling, you can read it here, so that way you get an amazing feeling.”

“What amazing feeling?” Buffy asked.

“Of being outside, of watching the sunset.” Spike said, arms flailing and expression animated as he said all of this. Buffy smiled widly as she watched Spike. He was filled with so much life. Whatever he felt, he felt it fully. When he was happy, his entire soul smiled, and when he was disappointed, his entire body slumped.

“So are you going to read to me?” Buffy asked.

“No.” Spike said, surprising Buffy. “Your going to read to me.” Spike pulled the poetry book out from his duster pocket and handed it to Buffy. The slayer raised an eyebrow skeptically. Then, tentatively opened the book to a random page. She cleared her throat and began to read.

“If you kissed me, I may cry, because your kiss would move me so

And laughter just wouldn’t be enough, wouldn’t express all I feel.

So I’m going to cry now, and you don’t need to worry about the tears

Because my tears are streaks of silver, and I’m not crying silver because I’m upset

I’m crying because you kissed me, and I hope I cry again tomorrow” Buffy finished reading. She looked over at Spike whose eyes were closed softly and she thought she saw a tear sliding down his cheek. Buffy sighed. “I don’t get it.”

“None of it?” Spike asked, incredulously.

“I just don’t understand how someone could get that worked up over a kiss.” Buffy said, shrugging. Without another word, Spike leaned in and captured Buffy’s lips with his own. He slid his tongue along her bottom lip before biting down gently. Buffy moaned softly. When Spike ended the kiss Buffy kept her eyes closed for a moment, savoring the memory of the soft, passionate kiss. Spike spoke, breaking the kiss. “You get it now?” He asked. Buffy nodded dumbly, committing the kiss to memory.

“You’re a sap.” Buffy said, slapping Spike playfully when she finally opened her eyes. The slayer took a deep breath before speaking again. “Look at the sun.” She said. “No matter how many times I’ve seen it, each time it’s like I’m seeing it’s beauty for the first time. Isn’t it amazing how you can look at something and never appreciate it’s beauty?” Buffy asked.

“I know exactly what you mean.” Spike replied. However, when Buffy turned to look at him she saw that he wasn’t watching the sunset, he was watching her.

The next day Buffy woke smiling. The first thought that had entered her mind was of Spike, of the kiss they had shared, and of the day to come. A day that Buffy hoped they would spend together. However, reality soon set in, and Buffy realized, with a sigh, that school started tomorrow. Rolling her eyes and God and whoever else happened to see, Buffy got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. When Buffy got downstairs she was surprised to find not only her mother, but Spike. The two sat, sipping cocoa, and chatting like old friends.

“What’s going on?” Buffy asked, confused.

“Buffy.” Joyce said, turning to smile up at her daughter. “Your friend William just dropped by to see you. He didn’t think I’d be home, and I thought that it would be a good time to get to know him.” Buffy smiled weakly. A million thoughts of what her mother might have said flashed through her mind.

“Well Joyce, it was nice to meet you.” Spike said, getting up and pushing in his chair, trying to act like a gentlemen.

“Your going?” Joyce asked, surprised.

“Buffy and I had a special day planned.” Spike lied, eyeing Buffy and begging her not to disagree.

“Yeah.” Buffy said. “We want to spend the day together, it being my last day out of school, and all” Joyce smiled knowingly and allowed the pair to go on their way.

Spike put a hand up to his lips, signaling silence. Without a word, he helped Buffy into the front seat of his car and drove off. Every a few minutes of silence Buffy spoke. “Are we going somewhere?” She asked.

“Yes.” Spike replied tersely.

“Where.” Buffy asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Somewhere.” Spike replied, receiving a roll of the eyes and playful slap from Buffy.

“I’m serious.” Buffy said.

“So am I.” Spike countered, receiving a frustrated glare from Buffy.

“Well, how long is the drive?” Buffy asked.

“Not long.” Spike said. And, before Buffy could speak again, he continued. “I promise it’ll be worth it. I want out last full day together to be special.” Buffy smiled at that comment and stopped talking.

“We’re here.” Spike said, tapping Buffy lightly but insistently on the shoulder.

“Huh?” Buffy asked, groggily. The slayer had fallen asleep, leaning against the window, and was not pleased about being disrupted from her nap.

“We’re here.” Spike repeated, before leaning down to kiss the slayer lightly on the lips. Buffy smiled. Then she quickly opened the door and took a look around. The sun was high in the sky and Buffy guessed it was almost noon. She spun in a circle and saw a large, grass area, covered with food stands, oversized stuff animals, and rides. Farther back a Ferris Wheel rose up to meet the sky.

“You brought me to a carnival!” Buffy shrieked excitedly. She turned toward Spike, who stood, leaning casually against the car, his black duster blowing gently in the warm breeze. Buffy lunged at him, jumping into his arms and kissing him all over his face. When she reached his lips she paused, kissing him more deeply. When she had felt she had properly thanked him, Buffy took Spike’s hand and pulled him toward the carnival entrance.

“Are you sure you’re sixteen?” Spike asked, when he spotted Buffy eyeing the cotton candy stand, a devilish glint in her hazel eyes. Buffy looked down, embarrassed.

“I can’t help it. Going to the carnival, I can’t help but get wrapped up in the spirit.” Buffy explained.

“I get excited about eating poetry, giant teddies bears tickle your fancy.” Spike said with a good-natured smirk. He shook his head fondly and allowed Buffy to drag him off to the cotton candy stand.

Night had begun to settle over the carnival, and the rides had just lit up, the Christmas lights attached to them causing the fair to look magical. “So why do you like the carnival so much?” Spike asked. “I mean, I thought you’d like it, but I didn’t expect this much enthusiasm.” The bleached blonde added.

“I don’t know.” Buffy admitted. The pair sat atop a picnic table, Buffy’s head resting on Spike’s chest as they watched the stars and fed each other ice cream. “When I was little I used to beg my father to take me to the carnival. My old school in LA had one every year.” Buffy explained. “And every year I would beg my dad until he gave in. It was a ritual. I knew he would give in, and he knew I would beg. But the year mom and dad divorced, it was all different. I begged him to take me for two weeks, and the last day the carnival was open he finally said yes. He told me to meet him outside the entrance. I waited there half the night. Even after it started to rain I didn’t go in. Dad never showed. Mom had called the police when she found out I was missing, a cop found me and they had to drag me from the entrance. I was afraid that if I left, Dad might show up and think I didn’t wait for him.” Spike kissed the top of Buffy’s head protectively, hoping that the small gesture would help him to take away some of her pain. She continued. “Going to the fair is something that I associate with being little, and naïve. I’ve only gone a few times since that year Dad didn’t show. I guess, every year I kind of hope that I’ll find my dad, waiting for me by a ride.”

“I know I’m not your dad, but would it be OK if I take you on some more rides?” Spike asked, as he fed Buffy the last spoonful of vanilla ice cream. Buffy smiled and nodded. Spike helped her down from the picnic table and took her hand, leading her towards the Ferris Wheel.

Buffy and Spike waited in line for almost an hour before a cart was open on the Ferris Wheel. However, the smile that lit up Buffy’s face when they got on the cart was worth the wait. It was a truly addictive smile. One that lit up her entire face. Spike really liked seeing it on her. He liked being the one that put it there. The cart climbed up the Ferris Wheel stopping at the very top. Something that delighted both Spike and Buffy.

“It’s like a scene in a movie.” Buffy said. Spike looked at her, confused. “Where the fireworks go off, and the main characters share their first kiss.”

“But we’ve already kissed.” Spike said.

“We can pretend.” Buffy suggested. Spike smiled at that idea, his eyes glittering in the moonlight.

“But what about fireworks?” Buffy asked after a moment.

“Boom!” Spike said loudly. Buffy laughed softly before leaning in and capturing Spike’s mouth with hers. Buffy rested her hand on Spike’s cheek and moaned as the hand that Spike had on her back began massaging her tense muscles. Spike smiled as he felt all the tension in the slayer’s body slip away. For a moment, he wondered how Buffy managed to be so tense. However, he banished that train of thought from his head when he realized it led to thoughts of vampire slaying, and guilt related to his betrayal.

Guilt was a new feeling for Spike, one that he was beginning to hate. The only guilt he had ever felt had been when he was human. Now, however, he was feeling guilty for lying to Buffy. That was one of the things he loved most about Buffy, she made him feel human, made him want to be different. The charmed necklace was wonderful, it allowed him to go through human actions. However, it was the petite slayer who made Spike feel like he belonged in the human world. Often times he would forget that he didn’t belong in the human world. When Buffy was around he found himself forgetting that he was sent to kill her, not to find companionship with her.

These thoughts were also banished from Spike’s head as Buffy ended the kiss and smiled at Spike.

“There’s something I have to show you.” The slayer said. Spike looked at her, confusion written across his face.

“Where?” Spike asked.

“In the graveyard.” Buffy responded. “I need you to know who I am.”



"Gravitation can not be held responsible for people falling in love…

How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics

so important a biological phenomenon as first love?

Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour.

Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute.

THAT'S relativity."

…Albert Einstein

Part 8:

“I realize this is your town love, but I don’t think that Restfield Cemetery is exactly the spot where teens like to hang out.” Spike said, pretending he had no idea what Buffy was about to tell him. However, Spike’s mind was churning, trying to come up with a plan so that he could pretend to have some vampire knowledge. That way, if he were to let facts slip out, he would have an alibi.

“We’re not here to hang out Spike.” Buffy explained, taking a seat atop a tombstone and patting for Spike to sit next to her. “We’re here so that I can tell you who I am…what I am.”

“Let me guess.” Spike said. Buffy rolled her eyes in a good natured fashion and Spike continued. “You’re a ….supermodel doing a night shoot.” Spike guessed playfully. Buffy shook her head. “You’re an ……. undercover cop.” Spike guessed again. This time Buffy kicked him lightly in the back of his knee. “I know. You’re a slayer.” Spike said.

Buffy had been all set to say no. However, Spike’s words took her by surprise. “What did you say?” She asked softly. Thinking that she must have misheard Spike.

“I know about slayers and vampires, love.” Spike said, a plan fully formed in his mind.

“What…how?” Buffy asked in disbelief.

Spike hopped down from the tombstone and began pacing. “My great- great-great-great grandmother was a slayer.” Spike explained. “She wasn’t aloud to tell anyone, but word got out in our family. She was a strange slayer. She had family and friends. She even married. Becoming the only slayer ever to live who bore children.”

“That’s amazing.” Buffy said, eyes wide in fascination. She knew that most slayers did not have children, family or friends. Therefore, the thought that there was another slayer like her, with people who cared for her amazed Buffy. Spike continued with his story.

“Because she was a slayer, her children were born with supernatural strength. Given abilities similar to slayer’s abilities. Of course I doubt I’m a match for you.” Spike added, downplaying his abilities in the hope that Buffy would not catch on to his large lie.

“All this time I was hiding from you.” Buffy said, hopping down from the tombstone and walking over to Spike. Her warm hand on his muscular arm caused him to stop pacing. Without a word Buffy embraced him. “I knew we were perfect for each other before.” Buffy said. “This just shows it. No more lies.” The petite slayer added as she snuggled into Spike’s welcoming and protective embrace.

“No more lies.” Spike whispered, pushing back the feelings of guilt he was having. “I’m not giving her up.” Spike whispered to himself. “No matter how many lies I tell.”

“Sorry to ruin this precious moment.” A booming voice that came from behind Spike said. The slayer quickly lunged toward the voice, knocking the man, who was now in game face, to the ground. Spike stood back as the slayer worked. Admiring her every move as she fought the vampire.

She fought with a grace that Spike had never seen matched. Her fighting was a mixture of all different styles. The demon, barely more than a fledgling, was pounded to a pulp by the time Buffy stuck the stake through his heart in one swift motion. “That’ll put marzipan in your pie plate bingo.” The slayer said, satisfied with a job well done. However, she turned angrily when Spike let out a low, rumbling chuckle.

“I think you need to work on your punning love.” Spike suggested.

“I have better puns.” Buffy said defensively. Smiling slightly at Spike, who was obviously staring at her in admiration.

“Punning aside, your amazing love.” Spike offered, by way of a truce. Buffy accepted, taking his hand.

The pair walked off, set upon spending the rest of the evening together.

“You know how we said no more lies?” Buffy asked. Spike nodded. “I guess that means you should come over for dinner tomorrow night. Meet my friends.”

“No.” Spike whined. However, Buffy turned to face him, kissing him deeply, and Spike’s mind miraculously changed.

Those who love deeply never grow old; they may die of old age, but they die young. - A.W. Pinero

Part 9:

It was yellow. Not just yellow, but BRIGHT yellow. The kind of sunshine yellow that belonged on postcards of Hawaii. But it wasn’t on a postcard, it was currently a yellow that was being used as the tablecloth at the Summer’s back to school dinner.

“I don’t think it’s that bad.” Joyce said, ever the optimist. Buffy looked at her mother like she had grown two heads.

“It’s terrible. He’s going to hate the table cloth, and therefore not be able to enjoy dinner, and than he’s going to hate me because I helped cook the dinner, and…” Buffy trailed off, staring at her mother with eyes wide with fear. The doorbell had just wrung.

Buffy stood in front of the oak door, hesitating before opening it. Glancing quickly at the hallway mirror she took one last look at herself. The slayer’s hair was up in a loose bun that exposed a long, tan, neck. She wore a beige, off the shoulder peasant top that cut off just above her belly button, and a deep blue skirt that flowed down to her light brown sandals. “Perfect” Buffy whispered before opening the door, a wide smile on her face.

Buffy’s smile dropped when she saw who was at the door. Not Spike, as she’d expected, but Xander, Willow, Giles and Cordelia. Xander smiled widely at Buffy. Willow waved shyly, Giles greeted her with a terse but cheerful, “hello” and Cordelia raised one eyebrow, letting Buffy know that she was only here to meet Spike, and make Buffy’s night a living hell.

“What’s wrong Buff?” Xander up, picking up on Buffy’s dissapointment.

“I thought you were Spike.” She said, shrugging slightly. Buffy looked down at her feet and then up at her friends again. This time, however, a smile was once again on her face.

“Your excited.” Willow said, coming into the Summer’s home with the rest of the scoobie gang following behind her. Buffy led them to the living room couches as they gossiped.

“Terrified, excited, lonely. It’s only been one day and I miss him.” The slayer admitted, giggling.

“I bet he’s not that great.” Xander muttered softly. However, Cordelia and Buffy heard him. Cordelia rolled her eyes however, Buffy paused for a moment.

The slayer knew that Xander had a crush on her. However, she hoped that Xander had gotten over her. And, she hoped that he would be kind to Spike. Buffy pushed those thoughts out of her head when the doorbell rang once more.

“Hey.” Buffy said, when she opened the door and found Spike on the other side, waving to her. Buffy’s eyes widened as she got a better look at him. She could tell, even though she knew most other people wouldn’t be able to, that Spike had made an effort to look nice. His black jeans had been replaced by nice black slacks, and his normally slightly grungy shirt had been replaced by a new, crisp, black, tank top. Spike’s trademark duster was on. However, in his hands he carried a small bouquet of assorted flowers.

“For your mum.” Spike said, sliding his tongue along his top teeth in the obnoxious way he did when he knew Buffy was thinking inappropriate thoughts.

“Slayer.” Spike said, snapping Buffy out of her train of thoughts.

‘Huh?” Buffy asked, her mouth opened in awe.

“Best close your mouth before the flies come in it love.” Spike said, grinning.

“No, I mean what did you call me?” Buffy asked.

“I called you slayer.” Spike responded.

“That’s what vampire’s sometimes call me.” Buffy said, eyes narrowing in confusion.

“That’s what you are, isn’t it.” Spike answered easily.

“No.” Buffy said defensively. Spike corrected himself.

“Your right, it’s more than that. It’s who you are, or at least part of it. There were tons of slayer’s before you love, but right now you’re the slayer. And your Buffy. It’s who you are.”

“Thank you.” Buffy said, kissing Spike lightly on the cheek. Spike smirked, not needing to ask what the “thank you” was for. Knowing it was for many things. The two paused for a moment. Spike broke the silence.

“Don’t I get a good luck kiss. You know, before meeting your mates and all?” Spike asked. Buffy rolled her eyes, trying to conceal her happiness, before tilting her head to the side and kissing Spike soundly.

The kiss heated up slightly, with Spike’s tongue creeping into Buffy’s mouth and dancing erotically with her own. However, a creak of the floorboards reminded them where they were and the pair quickly parted. Spike nodded, showing that he was ready to enter the parlor, and Buffy placed a chaste, but firm, kiss on his lips before grabbing his hand and pulling him into the parlor.

“Everyone, this is…” Buffy began.

“William.” Spike cut in. “William Crawford. But my friends call me Spike.”

“And this is Willow, Giles, Xander and Cordelia.” Buffy said, pointing to everyone in turn. A nervous smile on her face. “Mom’s in the kitchen.” She added, catching Spike’s confused look.

“Hello all.” Spike said, waving and smirking. Spike took a seat in a large armchair across from the couch where the scoobies sat.

“So…you’re English?” Giles asked, trying to get conversation started. Spike nodded.

“I’m interning for the mayor. I attend college, though I’m only 19.” Spike explained, the lie coming so easily he almost forgot it was a lie.

“Wow…19.” Cordelia said, staring at Spike.

Buffy narrowed her eyes at Cordelia. The cheerleader was obviously very taken with Spike. Her eyes hadn’t left his tight abs, which could be seen clearly under his black t-shirt. Willow coughed, trying to distract Cordelia from Spike, as she saw how angrily Buffy was looking at Cordelia.

“What?” Cordelia asked in a whiny voice.

“Just had a frog in my throat.” Willow lied. Spike however, had seen the exchange and winked at Willow when she turned in his direction. Willow smiled. She liked Spike.

“So. How long have you two been an item?” Xander asked, his voice taking on an even quality that Buffy knew meant trouble.

“An item?” Spike asked, giving the boy a hard time. Something about the way he looked at Buffy disturbed Xander.

“You know. Dating, in a relationship. Dancing the tango of loooove.” Xander explained. “Forget about the last one.” He added.

“Gladly.” Buffy said. “And to answer your question…” The slayer began counting on her fingers.

“3 weeks and two days.” Spike answered without hesitation. Buffy turned to him and smiled. Spike smirked. “I’m good with numbers is all.” He whispered self consciously. However, Buffy seemed to take well to the fact that he had been keeping track of how long they had been dating, and walked over to where he was sitting and sat on the armrest, placing her hand lovingly and possessively on the nape of his kneck.

Giles took his glasses of and began cleaning. “Well.” He said, scrubbing vigorously with his handkerchief. The conversation stopped for a few moments of awkward silence until Giles continued. “Buffy. May I speak to you after dinner. I don’t want to forget to ask you about something.” Giles said.

“Tell me now.” Buffy said, looking slightly concerned.

“It’s about…” Giles paused, glancing at Spike, who was looking at him with great interest. “…work.” Spike concluded lamely. Suddenly Spike snapped his fingers loudly.

“You’re her watcher!” He exclaimed excitedly, finally putting the pieces of the puzzle that was his slayer’s life together.

“What?” All the scoobies asked in unison.

“I said…” Spike began, however, Buffy cut him off.

“He knows, Giles.” The slayer explained. Giles opened his mouth to say something, but Buffy spoke once more. “And before you reprimand me, know that I didn’t tell him.” Buffy said, fudging the truth slightly. Ignoring the fact that she was planning on telling him. “His great grandmother, a while back, was a slayer.”

“That’s amazing.” Giles said. I didn’t remember hearing of any slayers who bore children.

“Well, she did.” Spike said. “We’re not like normal children though. Slayer’s children are born with supernatural strength.” Spike explained.

“That’s fascinating.” Giles said, his lips turning upward in a smile. Buffy grinned at Spike as he and Giles began to talk about England, and about slayer’s and vampires. Giles seemed to be warming up to Spike, and seemed to be impressed with the amount Spike knew about slayers and vampires.

“Three down, one to go.” Buffy said, glancing at Xander, who was scowling. However, Buffy didn’t have time to try and make the boys play nice, because just then her mother appeared in the doorway, announcing that dinner was ready, and all slayer related conversation ended.

“The food’s delicious Joyce.” Spike said honestly. He felt no need to be extra nice to Joyce, he liked her. Spike was slightly worried about himself. He found that he fit in well in the slayer’s world. Spike respected Giles. He knew a bit about watcher’s and, in the short time he had been speaking with him, he found that Giles was an exceptional watcher. He honestly respected the man who seemed to have a fatherly affection for the amazing girl he was courting. Spike also liked Willow. The redhead, whom he had begun to affectionately call Red, seemed like a nice girl and good friend to Buffy. Spike found himself liking Cordelia. She reminded him of Cecily, a woman from Spike’s past. And though memories relating to Cecily tended not to be pleasant. The girl made Spike think of ways that he and Buffy were alike, and that eased his mind when he became guilty from lying to her. The only one that Spike disliked at this time was Xander. It wasn’t that the boy was a bad person, as he seemed to be loyal to the slayer. It was just that Spike got the unsettling feeling that not only did Xander not like him, but that his love for Buffy ran much deeper than a friendship.

“Spike?” Buffy asked, tapping Spike lightly on the arm. Spike looked up at her, smiling.

“Sorry, I zoned out for a bit, love.” Spike said, squeezing her arm reassuringly.” Buffy smiled back at him.

“I was just wondering if I could talk to you for a minute?” Buffy asked. Spike’s eyes clouded over in concern for a moment. However, Buffy smiled at him reassuringly.

Outside in the hallway Buffy paced a moment before speaking. “Everyone seems to like you.” She said. Spike nodded, wondering where this was going. “And I like you.” Buffy added. Spike nodded once more and Buffy began to pace.

“Just spit it out love.” Spike said, becoming impatient, as his curiosity got the best of him.

“Mom has this shore house and I thought maybe she’d let us go up for the weekend, since this week we won’t see each other much. Me being at school, and you being at work.” Buffy said, in one breath.

“Are you asking me if I want to?” Spike asked, arching an eyebrow playfully.

“Yes.” Buffy said, curving her lips into a smile as she caught onto Spike’s playful mood.

“Well I’d have to think about it.” Spike said. The seconds ticked by. One….two….. “Alright, I’ll go.” Spike said, happily, as he fingered the charmed necklace that he was wearing, underneath his shirt.

“I’ll ask after dinner.” Buffy said happily. Leaning up and allowing Spike to capture her mouth in a firm kiss.

“I can’t wait Buffy.” Spike said honestly. Smiling as he saw the slayer, so full of life, bound into the dining room to ask her mother. Spike waited a few seconds and used his vampiric hearing to make out the delighted squeals coming from Buffy and Willow. He smiled. “God I love her.” Spike whispered, truly forgetting all the lies he was telling the slayer for the first time since he’d met her.

Love is much like the wild rose, beautiful and calm,

but willing to draw blood in its defense

Mark A. Overby

Part 10:

“Are we there yet.” Buffy asked. Spike sighed.

“No. For the ten thousanth time, we are not there yet.”

“I just can’t wait.” Buffy explained, ignoring Spike’s remark. “I love the ocean.” Buffy explained.

“I know you do slayer, but we aren’t getting there any faster by having you ask if we’re there every five seconds.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll take a nap.” Buffy said, smiling. However, to Spike’s delight, instead of leaning against he cool glass of the window, Buffy rested her head on the crook of his arm and snuggled closer. Spike leaned down and kissed the top of her head. Buffy sighed, content.



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“Slayer, we’re there.” Spike said, gently shaking Buffy awake as he parked the car in front of the beach house, which was right next to the beach.

“Uhuh.” The slayer groaned sleepily.

“We’re there.” Spike whispered once more. Buffy looked up into Spike’s bright eyes before placing a firm kiss on his lips.

“What was that for?” Spike asked. Buffy shrugged before climbing onto Spike’s lap and showering kisses all over his face. Spike returned her kisses eagerly, grinding his pelvis lightly into hers. However, Spike abruptly stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Buffy asked, slightly out of breath.

“Nothing.” Spike said, pushing Buffy off him and opening the car door. Buffy followed Spike out of the car door. She was going to bring up what had just happened. However, the look on Spike’s face stopped her. Spike was staring at her with a mixture of fascination, fear, and utter devotion and love. Buffy stared back.

Spike didn’t know what to do. He could feel himself reacting to Buffy. Just her presence drove him over the edge. And her touches only furthered his arousal. Spike tapped into his vampiric hearing, and could hear the blood rushing through her veins, and hear unsteady breathing, due to many kisses. Spike wanted her. That much he knew. But Buffy was like forbidden fruit. A slayer, pure and innocent, as well as tough and strong.

Buffy wanted Spike. She could feel herself reacting to him. Just his presence drove her over the edge. His touches and kisses made her lose her mind, and she felt like they were the only two people on earth. Wished that they were the only two people on earth. Buffy wanted him, that she knew. Spike was everything she had ever looked for. Sweet and caring, sensual, handsome, strong, and lively.

“Let’s put our stuff away and then head to the beach.” Buffy suggested. “We can watch the sunset.” Spike was happy for he change of subject and smiled, taking Buffy’s hand and opening the trunk of the car with the other as they pulled their luggage out of the car.

“Good god woman, how many pairs of shoes did you pack?” Spike asked with a smile, as he unloaded Buffy’s two suitcases, both heavy, and then his small, overnight bag.

“I want to look my best.” Buffy said. Spike bit back a remark about Buffy not needing any clothes if she wanted to look her best. He didn’t want to push his luck, especially after what had just happened.

The beach house was beautiful. It had two bedrooms, a small living room, and a small kitchen. A wide window offered a beautiful view of the ocean, it’s waves rolling and crashing just a yard away. The pair dropped their luggage in the middle of the living room floor.

“Let’s go tot he beach.” Buffy suggested. Spike agreed.

The beach was clearing out and Spike and Buffy managed to find a small area near the sand dunes where they could be alone. Buffy sat, hugging her knees to her chest until Spike wrapped a protective arm around her, and she snuggled into his embrace.

“Tell me about what it was like for you, when you were little.” Buffy commanded, her voice soft and loving. Spike hesitated a moment. However, one look at Buffy’s puppy dog eyes, and Spike knew he could never refuse her anything, especially such a small request.

“My father wanted me to be a carpenter.” Spike began, with no introduction. Buffy nodded along. “But I wanted to be anything but that. I wanted to be a poet. To write about the beauty and mystery all around me. To write about love. I thought there was nothing better than that.” Spike said honestly. Telling Buffy the truth, simply not adding details about the time period. “My mum died when I was very young. I was only seven when she passed away. We were close, closer than most mothers were to their son’s. Sometimes, I go to the cemetery where she was buried and leave poems there.” Buffy closed her eyes lightly, enjoying the sound of Spike’s words and the warm feeling they left inside her. Spike continued, finding that he was unable to stop. No one had ever asked him about his family and childhood as eagerly as the slayer had. No body had ever wanted to know. “I had one sister, Elizabeth. She was beautiful. You remind me of her. She was independent, never wanting help when she thought she could do it herself. But sometimes, she would open up to me and I found a young girl who needed companionship more badly then even she knew. She died without love though. There was an attack, while I was out, she, my father and our maid we’re the only ones home, they died.”

“Vampire’s?” Buffy asked, a tear rolling down her cheek in sorrow for Spike, a man who had overcome so much. Spike nodded. However, he didn’t tell her that it had been Angelus, Darla and Drusillia who had done it, wanting to send him a message.

“Couldn’t your sister fight, being given superhuman strength?” Buffy asked, not wanting to pry, but at the same time curious, and wanting Spike to open up to her about this.

“These vampire’s, they were strong, and old. Liz couldn’t protect herself.” Spike explained. “She was only fourteen.”

“I’m so sorry.” Buffy whispered, hugging Spike tightly.

“I tried becoming a carpenter, wanting to please my Dad, though he was already dead.” Spike continued. “But I couldn’t. So I tried to please my mum. I knew that she would want me to be happy. So I went to a university and majored in English.” Spike said, smiling as he spoke of a life which he had started, before being turned into a vampire.

“Then shy are you interning for the mayor?” Buffy asked, reminding Spike of the lies that he had told.

“I…uh….” Spike stuttered for a moment. “I want to write political speeches. Beautiful and passionate speeches for people to deliver. Speeches that the entire world will hear.” Spike lied easily, smiling widely as he got caught up in his fantasy life.

“That’s amazing.” Buffy said. “Your amazing.” She continued.

“I know, I know.” Spike said, sarcastically.

“I’m serious.” Buffy insisted.

The sun began to set and the pair sat in a comfortable silence. The beach cleared out as the few people left reacted to the chill of the wind, and Buffy and Spike snuggled closer together. Buffy broke the silence with a remark that startled Spike.

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

Back in Sunnyhell

“Is Buffy here?” Angel asked, entering the library. The scoobies looked up startled. Xander and Willow were researching a demon the gang had attempted to kill on patrol, (it had gotten away), and Giles had just come out of his office, holding a heavy book on demons in his hand.

“Angel.” Giles said, surprised. The gang hadn’t seen Angel since word of Buffy and his break up got around. Xander smiled and rubbed his palms together like villain’s in comic books, he couldn’t wait to taunt Angel with news of Buffy and her new boyfriend going to the shore this weekend.

“I need to talk to Buffy.” Angel said. “I have some news about a vampire.”

“Buffy’s out of town.” Giles said, before Xander had a chance to speak.

“I went to her house and Joyce’s car is still in the driveway.” Angel remarked in confusion.

“Buffy had someone drive her. She’s going to the beach with a friend.” Willow said, cutting Xander off similarly to how Giles had.

“Oh.” Angel said, seeing through their lie, but trying not to brood. If he couldn’t be with Buffy, he would still save her from danger.

“Perhaps we may be of service.” Giles said.

“There’s a vampire that I just received word might come into town any day now. His name is William the Bloody. He goes by a nickname, but I think he’ll be listed under that name.” Angel explained.

“You know a lot about him?” Willow asked, surprised.

“He’s mine.” Angel said, shortly.

“Oh.” Xander said, not sure what to say to that.

“Are you sure you want to help kill him?” Giles asked, knowing that vampire bonds with their childe were strong.

“I’ll at least give you information. This vampire, he’s strong, and dangerous. And don’t think that tales of Buffy’s greatness will deter him. He’s killed slayer’s before.” Angel said.

“Well, I suppose we should start researching him.” Giles said, turning to Willow and Xander. The trio turned to Angel, only to find had disappeared once more.



“I’d rather be miserable with you than without you.”

-Gigi, from the movie “Gigi”