AUTHOR; Dark Slayer
EMAIL; darkslayer@2die4.com
DISCLAIMER; All characters belong to Joss Whedon and the creators of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I own nothing, I'm just borrowing them!
SUMMARY; Spike remembers when he started and why he loves Buffy, and then makes her admit her true feelings for him. The world might end as usual and old characters come back. N/B I have tried to make this as uncliched as I can!
PAIRINGS; Spike/Buffy.
SPOILERS; Flashbacks off earlier seasons, but based around Season five, except Buffy and Riley only had a short few weeks of relationship. (And Joyce has already died).
ALWAYS YOU.
The Bronze, '97. His eyes followed her through the crowd. The coldest blue, icy and hard, tinged with a feral golden glow.
He watched as she moved her lithe body to the sensual pounding beat of the music. Her hips swayed like a pendulum. He was hypnotized.
A fire burned inside his cold body, something that he had not felt in a long, long time. Shaking himself back into reality he looked for her again.but she was gone.
His eyes shone gold as they searched all around the full room, but not once, did he catch even a glimpse of that beautiful face beneath the shimmering honey-coloured hair that had captured him from the moment he had laid eyes on her.
She had disappeared.
Spike could feel something inside of him; it disoriented him, made him feel out of control, a feeling he did not like, nor want.
He walked outside and lit a cigarette. After inhaling once into his undead lungs, his senses drew him to the clear sounds of a fight as well as the sweet scent of human blood coming from the back of the Bronze.
Making sure to stay in the shadows, he watched her as she gracefully yet lethally eliminated her two big opponents.
Immediately, he could tell that she was not like any other Slayer he had ever fought. Not just because of the exceptional standard of her martial art skill, but he sensed that she was fighting with her heart. Her aura was unique; it had something he had never felt in others.
And she was so beautiful.
He was pulled back into the extreme present when she spoke.
"I know you're there, show yourself".
Buffy prepared herself for the Vampire that was hidden in the shadows.
All through her battle, she had sensed a dark presence; it reached into her, drawing feelings and emotions that were new to her, and she could feel the power that emanated from it's being.
She inwardly gasped when the figure emerged.
He was dressed in all black. From his boots, to his jeans, to his shirt and leather duster. His attire contrasted sharply with his pale, marble-like skin. Bleached blonde hair was illuminated under the shining light of the moon, and when her gaze traveled to his face, she felt her knees go weak.
His jaw was strong, and set, and above his beautiful, chiseled cheekbones, sparkled the most brilliant blue eyes she had ever seen. She was astounded.
He saw her for the first time completely. She was a combination of strength, beauty and heart, he was speechless. "Who are you?"
Buffy's voice trembled and she didn't know why.
Spike tried to collect himself, he had prepared for this, but he not been prepared for her. He gazed into her eyes and something strong passed between the two of them before he had to look away.
Careful not to look at her eyes again he addressed her.
"You'll find out on Saturday".
*****
It had been their first meeting, the meeting that brought many more to come. From that moment, he had known he would never kill her.
He went along with Drusilla and Angelus' schemes only for the sake of maintaining his dignity and pride as a Vampire.
It meant nothing to him now, only she mattered.
Spike had been halfway across the world getting his Initiative chip out, but he had been drawn back here for one reason only.
His expression was grim as he passed by the sign that had brought him into so many memorable moments of his unlife.
'Welcome to Sunnydale'.
***** The Summer's backyard, 2001. "I try to be strong for them, because if I'm not, who will be?"
"Luv, it's not your responsibility, you just have to let yourself feel the emotions that are inside your heart.
Joyce was the most important person in your life, she was real special, to cry for her, is to honour her memory, let yourself go for a minute".
The threatening tears in Buffy's eyes overflowed down her cheeks, and she allowed herself to be enveloped into Spike's comforting embrace.
She looked up at him, looked at the sorrow and pain that showed on his face.
She smiled at him with all that she could muster.
He looked back at her, his usually sharp eyes, softer, and concerned.
Taking a chance, he leant down to meet his lips with hers, and she responded with equal fervor.
Suddenly she broke away from him, her eyes wide in shock at what she'd just done.
"What are you doing?" She was almost yelling.
His anger rose at the accusatory tone in her voice.
"What do you mean what am I doing? I kissed you and you kissed me back"
Buffy was lost for words.
He was right.
She looked up at him again, fear and confusion clouding her eyes.
Without another word she ran.
He did not follow.
*****
Present. He watched her from the distance.
Through her bedroom window, he could see her sitting on her bed, curled up, tears glistening her face, just thinking.
Remember when, we never needed each other. We understood, we'd never be alone.
He wondered what she was thinking about. Normal things that young women think about? What was normal? She thought about the things only she had to think about, because of who she was.
She didn't get to think about things like, what she's going to wear tonight on her date with a normal human guy, because she was a creature of the night, a prowler, just like those she preyed. She could never have a normal relationship. Been there, did that, didn't work.
She didn't get to think about how many kids she was going to have when she got married and lived in the house with the white picket fence 'cause, fact was, she probably wasn't going to live past her 21st birthday.
Those days are gone, now I want you so much
The night is long, and I need your touch
All he wanted to do was hold her in his arms again, to comfort her, to tell her, he was going to stay, he was never going to leave, like so many before. What he felt was true.
Vampires weren't supposed to love, but he wasn't just some normal vampire. When Angelus had turned him, the humanity inside him had stayed. When he loved, he loved with his all.and he loved Buffy.
Don't know what to say, never meant to feel this way Don't wanna be alone tonight.
The memory of their kiss stung clearly in his mind. It was soft, and slow and beautiful.
He had felt right, with his arms encircling her small but strong frame, an attempt to protect her from all the horrors she had already had to face so many times.
The way she had sighed softly, and the way she had given him that one pure smile, the smile that could only come from the heart.
Spike sighed audibly, and exhaled his cigarette before stubbing it out on the ground next to the tree.
What can I do, to make you mine? Fallen so hard, so fast, this time
He looked back up at her. A strand of her hair had fallen across her cheek, and all he wanted to do right then was gently tuck it behind her ear.
But he couldn't.
I hear your voice and I start to tremble Brings back the child that I resemble
The last time he had to pursue a girl was over 100 years ago. Drusilla had been his Black Queen, but of course, she had been the one to seek HIM out.
He remembered even before that, to when he was a human. The feelings he felt now, almost coincided with that of the William he used to be. Spike felt like a teenage boy again.
I cannot pretend That we can still be friends Don't wanna be, alone tonight
He watched as she stood up and walked across the room. Just that simple action was so graceful, and swift.
She was the strongest person he'd ever met. Not just physically, but emotionally.
She took on more then any other Slayer, let alone any other person, had ever had to take on before.
Spike sighed as he watched the light in her room go off. "Fool for love". He whispered as he walked away.
What did I say, what did you do
How did I fall in love with you?
EMAIL; darkslayer@2die4.com
DISCLAIMER; All characters belong to Joss Whedon and the creators of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I own nothing, I'm just borrowing them!
SUMMARY; Spike remembers when he started and why he loves Buffy, and then makes her admit her true feelings for him. The world might end as usual and old characters come back. N/B I have tried to make this as uncliched as I can!
PAIRINGS; Spike/Buffy.
SPOILERS; Flashbacks off earlier seasons, but based around Season five, except Buffy and Riley only had a short few weeks of relationship. (And Joyce has already died).
ALWAYS YOU.
The Bronze, '97. His eyes followed her through the crowd. The coldest blue, icy and hard, tinged with a feral golden glow.
He watched as she moved her lithe body to the sensual pounding beat of the music. Her hips swayed like a pendulum. He was hypnotized.
A fire burned inside his cold body, something that he had not felt in a long, long time. Shaking himself back into reality he looked for her again.but she was gone.
His eyes shone gold as they searched all around the full room, but not once, did he catch even a glimpse of that beautiful face beneath the shimmering honey-coloured hair that had captured him from the moment he had laid eyes on her.
She had disappeared.
Spike could feel something inside of him; it disoriented him, made him feel out of control, a feeling he did not like, nor want.
He walked outside and lit a cigarette. After inhaling once into his undead lungs, his senses drew him to the clear sounds of a fight as well as the sweet scent of human blood coming from the back of the Bronze.
Making sure to stay in the shadows, he watched her as she gracefully yet lethally eliminated her two big opponents.
Immediately, he could tell that she was not like any other Slayer he had ever fought. Not just because of the exceptional standard of her martial art skill, but he sensed that she was fighting with her heart. Her aura was unique; it had something he had never felt in others.
And she was so beautiful.
He was pulled back into the extreme present when she spoke.
"I know you're there, show yourself".
Buffy prepared herself for the Vampire that was hidden in the shadows.
All through her battle, she had sensed a dark presence; it reached into her, drawing feelings and emotions that were new to her, and she could feel the power that emanated from it's being.
She inwardly gasped when the figure emerged.
He was dressed in all black. From his boots, to his jeans, to his shirt and leather duster. His attire contrasted sharply with his pale, marble-like skin. Bleached blonde hair was illuminated under the shining light of the moon, and when her gaze traveled to his face, she felt her knees go weak.
His jaw was strong, and set, and above his beautiful, chiseled cheekbones, sparkled the most brilliant blue eyes she had ever seen. She was astounded.
He saw her for the first time completely. She was a combination of strength, beauty and heart, he was speechless. "Who are you?"
Buffy's voice trembled and she didn't know why.
Spike tried to collect himself, he had prepared for this, but he not been prepared for her. He gazed into her eyes and something strong passed between the two of them before he had to look away.
Careful not to look at her eyes again he addressed her.
"You'll find out on Saturday".
*****
It had been their first meeting, the meeting that brought many more to come. From that moment, he had known he would never kill her.
He went along with Drusilla and Angelus' schemes only for the sake of maintaining his dignity and pride as a Vampire.
It meant nothing to him now, only she mattered.
Spike had been halfway across the world getting his Initiative chip out, but he had been drawn back here for one reason only.
His expression was grim as he passed by the sign that had brought him into so many memorable moments of his unlife.
'Welcome to Sunnydale'.
***** The Summer's backyard, 2001. "I try to be strong for them, because if I'm not, who will be?"
"Luv, it's not your responsibility, you just have to let yourself feel the emotions that are inside your heart.
Joyce was the most important person in your life, she was real special, to cry for her, is to honour her memory, let yourself go for a minute".
The threatening tears in Buffy's eyes overflowed down her cheeks, and she allowed herself to be enveloped into Spike's comforting embrace.
She looked up at him, looked at the sorrow and pain that showed on his face.
She smiled at him with all that she could muster.
He looked back at her, his usually sharp eyes, softer, and concerned.
Taking a chance, he leant down to meet his lips with hers, and she responded with equal fervor.
Suddenly she broke away from him, her eyes wide in shock at what she'd just done.
"What are you doing?" She was almost yelling.
His anger rose at the accusatory tone in her voice.
"What do you mean what am I doing? I kissed you and you kissed me back"
Buffy was lost for words.
He was right.
She looked up at him again, fear and confusion clouding her eyes.
Without another word she ran.
He did not follow.
*****
Present. He watched her from the distance.
Through her bedroom window, he could see her sitting on her bed, curled up, tears glistening her face, just thinking.
Remember when, we never needed each other. We understood, we'd never be alone.
He wondered what she was thinking about. Normal things that young women think about? What was normal? She thought about the things only she had to think about, because of who she was.
She didn't get to think about things like, what she's going to wear tonight on her date with a normal human guy, because she was a creature of the night, a prowler, just like those she preyed. She could never have a normal relationship. Been there, did that, didn't work.
She didn't get to think about how many kids she was going to have when she got married and lived in the house with the white picket fence 'cause, fact was, she probably wasn't going to live past her 21st birthday.
Those days are gone, now I want you so much
The night is long, and I need your touch
All he wanted to do was hold her in his arms again, to comfort her, to tell her, he was going to stay, he was never going to leave, like so many before. What he felt was true.
Vampires weren't supposed to love, but he wasn't just some normal vampire. When Angelus had turned him, the humanity inside him had stayed. When he loved, he loved with his all.and he loved Buffy.
Don't know what to say, never meant to feel this way Don't wanna be alone tonight.
The memory of their kiss stung clearly in his mind. It was soft, and slow and beautiful.
He had felt right, with his arms encircling her small but strong frame, an attempt to protect her from all the horrors she had already had to face so many times.
The way she had sighed softly, and the way she had given him that one pure smile, the smile that could only come from the heart.
Spike sighed audibly, and exhaled his cigarette before stubbing it out on the ground next to the tree.
What can I do, to make you mine? Fallen so hard, so fast, this time
He looked back up at her. A strand of her hair had fallen across her cheek, and all he wanted to do right then was gently tuck it behind her ear.
But he couldn't.
I hear your voice and I start to tremble Brings back the child that I resemble
The last time he had to pursue a girl was over 100 years ago. Drusilla had been his Black Queen, but of course, she had been the one to seek HIM out.
He remembered even before that, to when he was a human. The feelings he felt now, almost coincided with that of the William he used to be. Spike felt like a teenage boy again.
I cannot pretend That we can still be friends Don't wanna be, alone tonight
He watched as she stood up and walked across the room. Just that simple action was so graceful, and swift.
She was the strongest person he'd ever met. Not just physically, but emotionally.
She took on more then any other Slayer, let alone any other person, had ever had to take on before.
Spike sighed as he watched the light in her room go off. "Fool for love". He whispered as he walked away.
What did I say, what did you do
How did I fall in love with you?
