Curtain call by Spikesevilsoul666
Short story set after Showtime. Joss and ME own everything...But not James..He's all mine....
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Curtain call
Willow opened the door of the Summers' house on an exhausted Buffy holding a bruised Spike. The witch let go of a sighed of relief.
***You're back. And you found who you were looking for, I see.***
A shadow of a smile appeared on the slayer's lips. Spike tried to smile to Willow, but it turned into a painful grimace. All those days spent into the hands of the First Evil were taking its toll. His ribs were killing him...well sorta...and his legs were starting to weaken. The only thing holding him standing was the curious eyes of half a dozen or so of very young girls. He could see various expressions on the faces of the girls. Curiosity,fear, interest...disgust...
Spike, with much difficulty, straightened his shoulders and disentangled himself from Buffy's arms. He wanted to stay there. God knew how much he wanted to touch her. To feel safe in her arms. But even though he was an evil, soul...no, not soulless anymore...an evil disgusting thing, weak and half insane, he still had a little pride left. He would walk out of the living room without help even if it killed him in the process.
The vampire took a deep breath and almost doubled in pain. Damn Ubervamp and his kicking.Probably had all his ribs broken. Spike gritted his teeth and resolutely took a step toward the kitchen.
***Basement lu...Buffy?***
He bit his lip, stopping his term of endearment for the love of his life. She probably wouldn't appreciate it in front of all those girls. And the Scoobies. Hell, she probably wouldn't appreciate it even if they were alone. He had lost the right to call her that the night he had tried to... He closed his eyes for a moment. The pain of the memory eclipsing the physical one. He startled when he felt Buffy's hot breath on his cheek.
***You don't need to act all macho, Spike. You're hurt. And believe me I had a pretty good idea of what that ugly vamp was capable to do.***
She had whispered so only he could hear her. He shrugged but even that little movement made him wince. Buffy shook her head. Stubborn vampire!
***No basement for you. My room. If you're up to go upstairs.***
Spike opened his one good eye wide. Her room?
***I'll be okay in the basement, slayer, Buffy. You need your rest.***
***This is not open for discussion. You're hurt far worst than I am and I need you to heal fast so you'll be fit to help me...help us defeat the First Evil. Which remind me...Blood. You'll need lots of it...***
She turned toward Xander.
***Xander..***
***Already done, Buff. Went to the butcher earlier. Half the fridge is stock with it.***
Buffy shook her head.
***No. He'll need human blood. Could you go...***
***No!***
Everyone turned to look at the bleached vampire. He was shaking and Buffy could see panic in his eye.
***I'll be okay with pig's blood.***
Feeding on human blood, even bagged, would bring back the painful memory of the First Evil manipulating him into killing and feeding on innocents. He had sworn to himself that he would never do that again.
***Spike...***
Buffy could see the silent plea on Spike's face. She briefly nodded.
***Alright. Pig's blood it is. Let's go upstairs. I think a hot bath is what you need first.***
If Spike could have paled more that he already was, he would have been as white as a sheet. He took an hesitant step backward. Buffy bit her lip. Stupid! Could she do something right when it came to Spike? First she had mentioned human blood, forgetting that the First Evil had made him feed on humans. And then she had to mention the bathroom. She knew that what happened in the bathroom had been what had triggered his quest for redemption. And that he still felt tremendous guilt and remorse over it. Not to mention the self loathing she could often see on his features. She smiled to reassured him.
***Mom's bathroom.***
Spike nodded slightly, grateful that she understood without him having to remind her why he would never put a foot in her bathroom again.
When Buffy gently grabbed his waist to help him, just like she had done in the cave, he let her. His last energy had just left him and all he wanted to do was lie down and rest. Because he knew that what was to come was not good. Not good at all.
He spotted a blond guy sitting on the couch, watching his every movement. Spike looked at the blonde slayer.
***That Tucker's brother?***
***Yes. The new bane of my existence! Andrew.***
Spike nodded and looked at Andrew in the eyes.
***Sorry about the bite. Wasn't myself at the time.***
That left Andrew, Xander and the Slayers in training silent with surprise. When they arrived in front of Dawn, Spike looked at Buffy.
***You got a fire extinguisher in the house, pet?
Buffy frowned. What kind of a question was that?
***A fire extinguisher? Yeah...Why?***
***Habit I picked after I came back to Sunnyhell...***
Dawn suppressed a giggle. He looked like shit but if he still had his wit, she guessed he was going to be okay. She lifted her chin and looked at him square in the eyes.
***I think you're gonna be safe, Spike.***
She smiled and she could see relief wash over her former friend's face. She saw his lips curled into a smile, but it stopped when it became too painful.
***Thanks, Bit. Just wanted to be sure.***
Buffy and her vampire left the living room and slowly made their way to the stairs.
***What was that all about?***
***Inside joke between me and the Niblet.***
Half way through the stairs, they stopped to let him rest a bit. The short walk being more painful than anticipated. Spike's enhanced hearing picked up part of the conversation taking place in the living room.
***Oh my god! He's a vampire!***
***Yes and he is hot!***
***Have you've seen his eyes? So blue!***
***And those abs?***
***Are you crazy? We're suppose to kill his kind! That's disgusting how she takes care of him. If I didn't know better I would think that she's in love with him...***
Spike bit his lip. Yes if he didn't know better he would think that Buffy cared about him. But he knew better now, didn't he?
***What's with the fan club,pet?***
***They're all slayers...Well not all. They have been chosen, but I guess only one will be call when I...Giles brought them here for protection. The First Evil wants them dead.And they need to be trained. They know almost nothing about slaying.That's why I need your help, Spike.***
They entered her bedroom and she helped him lie down on her bed. He hissed when the simple movement of stretching his body brought an acute pain. Buffy winced sympathetically. Even though he was not as bruised and bloodied as he had been when Glory had tortured him, she knew that in the next couple of days he would be in excruciating pain. Not to mentioned the emotional pain that she was sure he'd have to suffer.
***I think I'll pass on the bath for now, Buffy.***
***I'll get the first aid kit. I'll be back in a sec.***
She left the room and Spike closed his eyes. he could still hear the First Evil, under the guise of Buffy, telling him that she wouldn't come for him. And yet she had come. For him. She believed in him. And she had come. He had to fight against the tears that threatened to spill on his cheeks.
When he heard Buffy coming back in the room, he tried to regain control of his emotions, but kept his eyes shut. He felt her gentle touch, cleaning the blood from his bruised body, bandaging his torso, trying to ease his pain.
He swallowed hard when Buffy gently pushed a strand of hair from his forehead.
***You okay?***
Her voice was soft and he could hear the genuine concern in it.
***You came. You came for me.***
Buffy felt a lump in her throat. His voice held his awe that she had indeed came to save him. He was so insecure now. So much different from the Spike she had known. And it was because of her. She needed to give him reassurance that she would be there for him. Always.
***Of course I came for you. I told you I believed in you. It hasn't changed. It won't change.***
***That's what kept me hanging on. The First...He told me that you wouldn't come. I knew you would. But I've dreamed about it so often...and it was always It that was beside me when I'd wake up. Kept telling myself that you believed in me.***
His voice faded a little bit.
***Even though you're the only one.***
His tone was resigned and sad. Buffy put the gauze and antiseptic cream on the nightstand.
***It's not true Spike. I'm not the only one believing in you.***
***NO? Your mates and your watcher do not believe in me. Soul or no soul. They'll never believe in me.They shouldn't believe in me. I don't believe in me...***
The last part had been said in almost a whisper. But Buffy had heard him loud and clear.
***I won't let you give up Spike. You're a better man than you were. You fought and you won. You took a great risk, with that soul. You're courageous and brave. You're strong. I know that you'll always watch my back. And you'll protect those I love. I believe in you. I should have believed in you long before you got your soul...***
At that, Spike opened his eye and sat up despite the pain.
***No, luv. You were right not to trust me. After what I did...***
He bowed his head, unable to hide his shame. Buffy lifted his chin very tenderly. And smiled. Not just with her mouth. But with her eyes. With her whole being. For a moment, Spike felt like the sun was washing over his bruised face. With the sun, usually came firry pain. But not this time. It was like a caress, light as a feather, easing his pain a little. Buffy had never smiled like that.
***What you almost did. We were at very dark place, both of us. We made mistake. But nothing that can't be repaired. Spike I do believe in you. I trust you. I forgive you...***
Spike whimpered and shook his head. She didn't mean that. She couldn't forgive him. Not so soon. He had not atone for his sins. For that sin. He didn't deserve forgiveness.
Buffy could read his emotions like an open book. She needed him fit. Physically and emotionally. Time to put the past in the past.
***But I need you to forgive me too, Spike.***
He looked at her, trying to open his swollen eye despite the pain. He didn't succeed. He wanted to convey all his love into one glance. He would have to do with one eye.
***Buffy, luv...I don't deserve your forgiveness...And there's nothing to forgive you for...***
But she interrupted him.
***Yes there is. I was horrible to you. It had nothing to do with you. It was me. And it's no excuse that I was feeling dead inside. You're so much stronger than me. I took your strength and I drained you. I let you feel empty. That was wrong.I need you to forgive me, Spike. You think you can find it in your soul to forgive me? But more important, can you forgive yourself, like I forgave myself for my sins against you?***
For a moment that seemed like eternity, Spike stayed silent. He wasn't ready for this. Forgiving her was easy. He could refuse her nothing. Forgiving himself was a whole other game. Wouldn't that mean that he was dismissing what he had done to her like some unimportant gesture? He needed to remember, that was the only way to be sure he would never hurt her again... If he forgave himself, wasn't there a chance that he'd forget and take a wrong path...?
Indecision and doubt were etched on his face. He painfully reached to cup her cheek, in a similar way he had done when they had met the first time in SDH basement.
***You were forgiven a long time ago, luv.***
Her smile became more radiant, if that was possible.
***Thank you.***
She waited for the rest, but he stayed silent, turning his head to conceal his eyes. She gently turned his face so she could look at him.
***What about you Spike?***
***I'm not strong enough, Buffy. I can't...***
She took a deep breath and put on her resolve face.
***Alright. You're not strong enough? Then I'll give you back some of the strength I took from you last year. We'll share it. I'm just lucky you're not charging me any interest for the loan.***
She desperately needed to see some peace, some joy, anything but the pain and despair that marred the vampire's beautiful face. Yes, she thought, when the shadow of a smile curled his lips.
***Very generous of you, pet. Sharing something that was mine...***
Something twinkle in her eyes.
***You know what I can share with you that was all mine? My love.***
Spike's eyes almost bulged out of its sockets. If he needed to breathe, he would have gasped for air. And for a moment he could almost feel his heart beat. Disbelief and hope were fighting to win the battle over the vampire's soul.
***Love...?***
Tiny whisper. Buffy stroke his cheek softly.
***The same love I give Dawn and Willow and Xander and Giles. It's yours, Spike. But you know what is really amazing?***
Spike just shook his head, not trusting his voice.
***It's that friendly love, sometimes, change into something else. Something stronger, something that makes the sun brighter, that makes the heart goes faster. That makes your dreams sweeter . All you have to do is give it time. Time and patience. If we win against the First Evil, and together, all of us, we will win, then we will have all the time in the world. You and me.***
She brought her face closer and brushed her lips against his, careful not to cause his cut lip to reopen. Light as a feather, but holding a world of promises.
They parted and Buffy was rewarded by a smile. And maybe a little peace in his blue orb.
***Thank you, luv.***
***Pleasure is all mine.***
She stood up and covered him with the comforter.
***I'm gonna get you some blood. And after, it's nap time. You need to heal. And I've got a bunch of Slayers to be to talk to. And I'm pretty sure that I will have to explain the hotness of you!***
Spike smirked and it made Buffy's heart swell. This was the smirk of the Big Bad. She had missed it.
***Always told you that I was hot with the weaker sex...***
***Weaker?...Hello? Slayer here! And more to come downstairs!***
***OH! I'm shaking in my boots. Problem is...I don't have my boots!***
Buffy giggled and opened the door. Spike called for her.
***Buffy?***
***Yes?***
He took a deep breath.
***We will win against the First Evil. And then we will have all the time in the world.***
She just smiled and nodded. Just when she was about to close the door, she heard him say quietly "I love you". She closed her eyes and replied just loud enough for him to hear.
***I love you too.***
She closed the door. Suddenly, their odds against the First Evil seemed better. But for now, she had another battle to fight...Getting a bunch of teenagers to concentrate on something other than her vampire. Her vampire. Buffy liked the sound of it.
***Well, Chosen One, time to face your greatest challenge...***
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Do you want more? Just let me know. R&R please.
Short story set after Showtime. Joss and ME own everything...But not James..He's all mine....
Feedback is welcome on FF.net or in private. Just drop a word at lisemartel65@msn.com
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Curtain call
Willow opened the door of the Summers' house on an exhausted Buffy holding a bruised Spike. The witch let go of a sighed of relief.
***You're back. And you found who you were looking for, I see.***
A shadow of a smile appeared on the slayer's lips. Spike tried to smile to Willow, but it turned into a painful grimace. All those days spent into the hands of the First Evil were taking its toll. His ribs were killing him...well sorta...and his legs were starting to weaken. The only thing holding him standing was the curious eyes of half a dozen or so of very young girls. He could see various expressions on the faces of the girls. Curiosity,fear, interest...disgust...
Spike, with much difficulty, straightened his shoulders and disentangled himself from Buffy's arms. He wanted to stay there. God knew how much he wanted to touch her. To feel safe in her arms. But even though he was an evil, soul...no, not soulless anymore...an evil disgusting thing, weak and half insane, he still had a little pride left. He would walk out of the living room without help even if it killed him in the process.
The vampire took a deep breath and almost doubled in pain. Damn Ubervamp and his kicking.Probably had all his ribs broken. Spike gritted his teeth and resolutely took a step toward the kitchen.
***Basement lu...Buffy?***
He bit his lip, stopping his term of endearment for the love of his life. She probably wouldn't appreciate it in front of all those girls. And the Scoobies. Hell, she probably wouldn't appreciate it even if they were alone. He had lost the right to call her that the night he had tried to... He closed his eyes for a moment. The pain of the memory eclipsing the physical one. He startled when he felt Buffy's hot breath on his cheek.
***You don't need to act all macho, Spike. You're hurt. And believe me I had a pretty good idea of what that ugly vamp was capable to do.***
She had whispered so only he could hear her. He shrugged but even that little movement made him wince. Buffy shook her head. Stubborn vampire!
***No basement for you. My room. If you're up to go upstairs.***
Spike opened his one good eye wide. Her room?
***I'll be okay in the basement, slayer, Buffy. You need your rest.***
***This is not open for discussion. You're hurt far worst than I am and I need you to heal fast so you'll be fit to help me...help us defeat the First Evil. Which remind me...Blood. You'll need lots of it...***
She turned toward Xander.
***Xander..***
***Already done, Buff. Went to the butcher earlier. Half the fridge is stock with it.***
Buffy shook her head.
***No. He'll need human blood. Could you go...***
***No!***
Everyone turned to look at the bleached vampire. He was shaking and Buffy could see panic in his eye.
***I'll be okay with pig's blood.***
Feeding on human blood, even bagged, would bring back the painful memory of the First Evil manipulating him into killing and feeding on innocents. He had sworn to himself that he would never do that again.
***Spike...***
Buffy could see the silent plea on Spike's face. She briefly nodded.
***Alright. Pig's blood it is. Let's go upstairs. I think a hot bath is what you need first.***
If Spike could have paled more that he already was, he would have been as white as a sheet. He took an hesitant step backward. Buffy bit her lip. Stupid! Could she do something right when it came to Spike? First she had mentioned human blood, forgetting that the First Evil had made him feed on humans. And then she had to mention the bathroom. She knew that what happened in the bathroom had been what had triggered his quest for redemption. And that he still felt tremendous guilt and remorse over it. Not to mention the self loathing she could often see on his features. She smiled to reassured him.
***Mom's bathroom.***
Spike nodded slightly, grateful that she understood without him having to remind her why he would never put a foot in her bathroom again.
When Buffy gently grabbed his waist to help him, just like she had done in the cave, he let her. His last energy had just left him and all he wanted to do was lie down and rest. Because he knew that what was to come was not good. Not good at all.
He spotted a blond guy sitting on the couch, watching his every movement. Spike looked at the blonde slayer.
***That Tucker's brother?***
***Yes. The new bane of my existence! Andrew.***
Spike nodded and looked at Andrew in the eyes.
***Sorry about the bite. Wasn't myself at the time.***
That left Andrew, Xander and the Slayers in training silent with surprise. When they arrived in front of Dawn, Spike looked at Buffy.
***You got a fire extinguisher in the house, pet?
Buffy frowned. What kind of a question was that?
***A fire extinguisher? Yeah...Why?***
***Habit I picked after I came back to Sunnyhell...***
Dawn suppressed a giggle. He looked like shit but if he still had his wit, she guessed he was going to be okay. She lifted her chin and looked at him square in the eyes.
***I think you're gonna be safe, Spike.***
She smiled and she could see relief wash over her former friend's face. She saw his lips curled into a smile, but it stopped when it became too painful.
***Thanks, Bit. Just wanted to be sure.***
Buffy and her vampire left the living room and slowly made their way to the stairs.
***What was that all about?***
***Inside joke between me and the Niblet.***
Half way through the stairs, they stopped to let him rest a bit. The short walk being more painful than anticipated. Spike's enhanced hearing picked up part of the conversation taking place in the living room.
***Oh my god! He's a vampire!***
***Yes and he is hot!***
***Have you've seen his eyes? So blue!***
***And those abs?***
***Are you crazy? We're suppose to kill his kind! That's disgusting how she takes care of him. If I didn't know better I would think that she's in love with him...***
Spike bit his lip. Yes if he didn't know better he would think that Buffy cared about him. But he knew better now, didn't he?
***What's with the fan club,pet?***
***They're all slayers...Well not all. They have been chosen, but I guess only one will be call when I...Giles brought them here for protection. The First Evil wants them dead.And they need to be trained. They know almost nothing about slaying.That's why I need your help, Spike.***
They entered her bedroom and she helped him lie down on her bed. He hissed when the simple movement of stretching his body brought an acute pain. Buffy winced sympathetically. Even though he was not as bruised and bloodied as he had been when Glory had tortured him, she knew that in the next couple of days he would be in excruciating pain. Not to mentioned the emotional pain that she was sure he'd have to suffer.
***I think I'll pass on the bath for now, Buffy.***
***I'll get the first aid kit. I'll be back in a sec.***
She left the room and Spike closed his eyes. he could still hear the First Evil, under the guise of Buffy, telling him that she wouldn't come for him. And yet she had come. For him. She believed in him. And she had come. He had to fight against the tears that threatened to spill on his cheeks.
When he heard Buffy coming back in the room, he tried to regain control of his emotions, but kept his eyes shut. He felt her gentle touch, cleaning the blood from his bruised body, bandaging his torso, trying to ease his pain.
He swallowed hard when Buffy gently pushed a strand of hair from his forehead.
***You okay?***
Her voice was soft and he could hear the genuine concern in it.
***You came. You came for me.***
Buffy felt a lump in her throat. His voice held his awe that she had indeed came to save him. He was so insecure now. So much different from the Spike she had known. And it was because of her. She needed to give him reassurance that she would be there for him. Always.
***Of course I came for you. I told you I believed in you. It hasn't changed. It won't change.***
***That's what kept me hanging on. The First...He told me that you wouldn't come. I knew you would. But I've dreamed about it so often...and it was always It that was beside me when I'd wake up. Kept telling myself that you believed in me.***
His voice faded a little bit.
***Even though you're the only one.***
His tone was resigned and sad. Buffy put the gauze and antiseptic cream on the nightstand.
***It's not true Spike. I'm not the only one believing in you.***
***NO? Your mates and your watcher do not believe in me. Soul or no soul. They'll never believe in me.They shouldn't believe in me. I don't believe in me...***
The last part had been said in almost a whisper. But Buffy had heard him loud and clear.
***I won't let you give up Spike. You're a better man than you were. You fought and you won. You took a great risk, with that soul. You're courageous and brave. You're strong. I know that you'll always watch my back. And you'll protect those I love. I believe in you. I should have believed in you long before you got your soul...***
At that, Spike opened his eye and sat up despite the pain.
***No, luv. You were right not to trust me. After what I did...***
He bowed his head, unable to hide his shame. Buffy lifted his chin very tenderly. And smiled. Not just with her mouth. But with her eyes. With her whole being. For a moment, Spike felt like the sun was washing over his bruised face. With the sun, usually came firry pain. But not this time. It was like a caress, light as a feather, easing his pain a little. Buffy had never smiled like that.
***What you almost did. We were at very dark place, both of us. We made mistake. But nothing that can't be repaired. Spike I do believe in you. I trust you. I forgive you...***
Spike whimpered and shook his head. She didn't mean that. She couldn't forgive him. Not so soon. He had not atone for his sins. For that sin. He didn't deserve forgiveness.
Buffy could read his emotions like an open book. She needed him fit. Physically and emotionally. Time to put the past in the past.
***But I need you to forgive me too, Spike.***
He looked at her, trying to open his swollen eye despite the pain. He didn't succeed. He wanted to convey all his love into one glance. He would have to do with one eye.
***Buffy, luv...I don't deserve your forgiveness...And there's nothing to forgive you for...***
But she interrupted him.
***Yes there is. I was horrible to you. It had nothing to do with you. It was me. And it's no excuse that I was feeling dead inside. You're so much stronger than me. I took your strength and I drained you. I let you feel empty. That was wrong.I need you to forgive me, Spike. You think you can find it in your soul to forgive me? But more important, can you forgive yourself, like I forgave myself for my sins against you?***
For a moment that seemed like eternity, Spike stayed silent. He wasn't ready for this. Forgiving her was easy. He could refuse her nothing. Forgiving himself was a whole other game. Wouldn't that mean that he was dismissing what he had done to her like some unimportant gesture? He needed to remember, that was the only way to be sure he would never hurt her again... If he forgave himself, wasn't there a chance that he'd forget and take a wrong path...?
Indecision and doubt were etched on his face. He painfully reached to cup her cheek, in a similar way he had done when they had met the first time in SDH basement.
***You were forgiven a long time ago, luv.***
Her smile became more radiant, if that was possible.
***Thank you.***
She waited for the rest, but he stayed silent, turning his head to conceal his eyes. She gently turned his face so she could look at him.
***What about you Spike?***
***I'm not strong enough, Buffy. I can't...***
She took a deep breath and put on her resolve face.
***Alright. You're not strong enough? Then I'll give you back some of the strength I took from you last year. We'll share it. I'm just lucky you're not charging me any interest for the loan.***
She desperately needed to see some peace, some joy, anything but the pain and despair that marred the vampire's beautiful face. Yes, she thought, when the shadow of a smile curled his lips.
***Very generous of you, pet. Sharing something that was mine...***
Something twinkle in her eyes.
***You know what I can share with you that was all mine? My love.***
Spike's eyes almost bulged out of its sockets. If he needed to breathe, he would have gasped for air. And for a moment he could almost feel his heart beat. Disbelief and hope were fighting to win the battle over the vampire's soul.
***Love...?***
Tiny whisper. Buffy stroke his cheek softly.
***The same love I give Dawn and Willow and Xander and Giles. It's yours, Spike. But you know what is really amazing?***
Spike just shook his head, not trusting his voice.
***It's that friendly love, sometimes, change into something else. Something stronger, something that makes the sun brighter, that makes the heart goes faster. That makes your dreams sweeter . All you have to do is give it time. Time and patience. If we win against the First Evil, and together, all of us, we will win, then we will have all the time in the world. You and me.***
She brought her face closer and brushed her lips against his, careful not to cause his cut lip to reopen. Light as a feather, but holding a world of promises.
They parted and Buffy was rewarded by a smile. And maybe a little peace in his blue orb.
***Thank you, luv.***
***Pleasure is all mine.***
She stood up and covered him with the comforter.
***I'm gonna get you some blood. And after, it's nap time. You need to heal. And I've got a bunch of Slayers to be to talk to. And I'm pretty sure that I will have to explain the hotness of you!***
Spike smirked and it made Buffy's heart swell. This was the smirk of the Big Bad. She had missed it.
***Always told you that I was hot with the weaker sex...***
***Weaker?...Hello? Slayer here! And more to come downstairs!***
***OH! I'm shaking in my boots. Problem is...I don't have my boots!***
Buffy giggled and opened the door. Spike called for her.
***Buffy?***
***Yes?***
He took a deep breath.
***We will win against the First Evil. And then we will have all the time in the world.***
She just smiled and nodded. Just when she was about to close the door, she heard him say quietly "I love you". She closed her eyes and replied just loud enough for him to hear.
***I love you too.***
She closed the door. Suddenly, their odds against the First Evil seemed better. But for now, she had another battle to fight...Getting a bunch of teenagers to concentrate on something other than her vampire. Her vampire. Buffy liked the sound of it.
***Well, Chosen One, time to face your greatest challenge...***
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