All Good Things (Come to an End)

Summary: What if Buffy loose her strength and her will to live? What if something happen, something that will change her life forever? What if she's the one who need someone to rescue her for a change? Spuffy; Rated M (just for sure); Warning: contain issues of rape; Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.

Oh, and I'm sorry, that the story disappear for a while guys, my bro deleted it by mistake.

Chapter 1:" It doesn't hurt me"

Music with the chapter: Placebo-Running up That Hill

History: Buffy is in the university, but before she met Riley. In this story she never will.

Buffy was quite satisfied with her life at the moment. She was just at the beginning of her first year at the university and it was good so far. She was in one room with Willow. What she was missing was partner, boyfriend, whatever. At least everybody was telling her so. But she was just fine by herself, she thought… She was strong enough. She was capable to make her decisions without somebody to help her. And she wasn't princess to wait for knight in white horse. Angel…well, he was old story.

"Hey, Buffy!" It was Willow, and just now Buffy realize that she was talking to her from some time. "So, what do you think?"

"Uhm, I…I'm sorry Willow; I kind of missed what you've said…."

"Never mind. Are you coming tonight?"

"To the party…? I think I'll pass. You guys go and have some fun, ok? I have some things to take care of…"

"Like vampires? Like, let's say, little, annoying, blond ones? Do you need help?"

"I can handle Spike and few hundreds like him, thank you. Go! I know you want to see your Prince Charming…"

"I have no idea what you're talking about…." Willow smiled widely" Okay, I'm going. Have fun with Spiky and co. "

"You too….but, please be careful…"

"???"

"You know. The rapes on the parties recently… I know it's a rumor, but…just in case."

"I will. Bye."

There were 3 rapes in the past weeks in the campus, at some parties, but the victims didn't know who the raper was. There was no evidence for anything, just rumors…

"How's it going, pet?"

Spike was behind her back, she knew the sound of his voice. Once, this voice was making her jump, ready to fight. He was a vampire. He was her enemy. Never mind this, now they were friends. She wasn't really aware of the fact how exactly did this happened. It doesn't matter. They were still fighting from time to time. Only now, it was for the fun. Somewhere deep in her, Buffy knew she like him now, as a friend.

"I'd some good fights." In mood for "fun" Buffy smiled at him. " Want some?"

"There is something else I want from you, love."

Just the thought of this made her blush. She knew from some of his words that he … had some thoughts about her…. Or he was just trying to make her feel foolish… and he was succeeding. She didn't know why it made her feel this why or what she was thinking.

"I have nothing for you."

He stepped closer. She holed her breath. Suddenly the night became too hot. She was loosing herself in his deep blue eyes.

"Oh, you do, love. Call me when you're ready to admit it. I'll be still here."

And so he disappeared in the night, leaving her more confused than ever.

"Damn it, Spike" she murmured to herself. "I have nothing to admit…."

It was the end of her patrol, so Buffy was walking to her room. There was no one at the corridors. The night was silent, just the way she liked it She was tired, but in the good way.

"Buffy Summers! I was just looking for you!"

She looked at him, startled. The man was dark blonde, with innocent crystal-blue eyes. Michael Connelly. Her art teacher.

"Hey, Professor Connelly, what are you doing here so late at night?"

"Couldn't sleep. You too, I guess. Do you mind some company?"

"Well, actually I was just going to bed and…"

"Just for a minute. I need to talk to you for a something…"

"Well…ok, if it's for minute. Let's go to my room."

She felt too uncomfortable to say no, he was her teacher after all. So she figured out it will be better if she's at her room. What could he possibly want from one of his students anyway? She had no idea. They finally made it to her room. There was only one chair, so she sat at her bed, with him beside her.

"So, Mr. Connelly, what you wanted to talk about?"

"Please, call me Michael. So I am watching you from some time and I saw how gifted you are. I wanted to ask you if you would like to make an exhibition of your works…

There is something special in your works and I'm sure that there are many people who will appreciate it. There is something special about you…"He leaned forward to kiss her.

There was this big red sign in her head, saying "What is he doing? He is my teacher, I don't even like him, what the hell is he doing?"

"I thought you were married?"

"Divorced."

"Never mind. I'm sorry if you understood wrong but…."started Buffy, but he stopped her with a kiss. It wasn't a pleasant kiss, it wasn't gentle. It was demanding kiss. She pull herself away from him.

"I don't want anything from you. You're my teacher and nothing more."

"You don't know what you want! You all are walking around in tight clothes and showing yourself and asking for someone to fk you and then you don't know what is happening, like you're the most innocent…"

"Get off my room!"

He had started kissing her neck, putting his arms at her thighs, pushing her closer, like she hadn't said a word. Her eyes were wide with the fear growing inside them. She knew she was stronger than him, she was the Slayer after all, but…The fear was making her numb. She wasn't able to move. A little, childish voice inside her was saying "this couldn't be happening. That's not true. This can not be true. I'm just going to wake up and then…" But she didn't wake up. She was just staying there, numb, while he was ripping her clothes off, kissing her, touching her harshly. She had tried to scream but the only sound she was able to make was the sound of her own sobbing. The tears had started running down her cheeks; enormous, glowing…She couldn't do anything. She was the Slayer, but she couldn't do anything. The weight of his body was pressing her to the bed, squeezing her. He was murmuring awful things in her ear. There was nothing left in her head: only panic, and this awful fear, filling her.

She was lying numb, still, alone in her room.

"I won't cry. I won't cry. Nothing happen, I just imagined it all. If I don't cry then it's not real. Nothing happened. Tomorrow everything will be alright."

But it wasn't.

"Hey, Buff! The party was great. You should have come…"

"Yes, I probably should have… then the thing that didn't happened…fuck I'm not thinking about it, it has not happened…", thought she, "It's fine, just don't think about it, it's going to be fine…"

"Hey, are you okay? You look like you're going to faint and you're deadly white…"

"Thank you, Xander, polite as always." her voice was bitter and harsh from the tears.

"Oh, come on, Buff. I'm concerned. And why the hell are you wearing brown. It's so indifferent…"

Indifferent is fine, she thought, so no one will want to do anything with me.

"You can take your concern and put it where the sun does not…"

"Buffy, he's right, you're…pale. Do you want to sit?"

"Oh, come on, I have one bad night and I don't look very well, so something happened? " Her voice was almost tearful.

They were looking at her, speechless.

"WHAT???"

"No one said that something happened…"

"Fuck! Oh, fuck! That's…It's just…Well, nothing happened, okay? I'm fine I just hadn't slept very well…"

"Buffy, we just want to help you…"said Willow quietly…

"There's nothing I need help about, I'm FINE! I don't need your damn concern!"

She was staying there still, not able to say anything else, without crying. Xander reached out to hug her. Her eyes grew wide with panic. She couldn't breath.

"Don't …touch…me!" she ran off, leaving them confused.

'I'm fine, fine, fine, fine, I won't cry….Oh, God, I don't want to think of it…"

When she was finally able to breathe properly, she found them.

"Look, guys, I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier but I'm not a kid. I know when I'm fine and when I need help. When I need, I'm going to ask for it. Nothing happened last night, I just slept badly. Are we okay now?"

Even these words cost her unbelievable effort. She wasn't able to breathe, she wasn't able to think clearly, she was giving everything she could to ignore the memories from the last night, but were always there at some edge of her mind...But even so she wasn't going to loose her friends. She wasn't going to give him this satisfaction too…

"Yes, but…we're going to talk about this sooner or later...That wasn't "nothing" and it wasn't "fine""

"No, Willow. There is NOTHING to talk about. End of the conversation. Oh, I'm late for history class. Got to go, see you later, bye!"

"I'm fine, whatever they may think. Because nothing had happened. I'm the Slayer. I'm strong. It doesn't hurt me"