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Confessions of a Lover
Chapter 1: The First Confession
Its another lonely night in the all too familiar Sunnydale cemetery. Buffy's mind trails to the memories of the past when Angel was still around. She remembers the twisted family Spike had with Angel, Drusilla, and Darla. *Could a demon feel the sadness of being alone? Could Spike's confession of love for her be true? What if he still has part of the man inside him?*
She didn't understand why she felt upset about breaking if off with him. She just knew that she had to talk to him about it. She didn't love him, but he had changed so much and she couldn't bear the pain that she was constantly causing him.
As she headed for the crypt, she remembered the words he had said to her before she threw out the antidote. It was either him or her that would tell the scoobies and she knew what she had to do.
"I have to tell the others first. He deserves that," she decided and turned around to head for home.
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Spike was ranting and raving, destroying his crypt as he tried to forget the pain of being love's bitch.
"How does she do this to me?! I am a bloody vampire, not a wanker! I feel like a lovesick puppy! Just give me a soul and call me peaches!!"
The sun had just set and he was stuffing his belongings into a duffle bag. His thoughts were still circulated around Buffy however now he was desperately trying to avoid thinking about leaving her. He was coming back, but he didn't know when. He just knew he had to get his chip removed. It was holding him back. Not from eating, but from a relationship with Buffy.
"If I ever see Captain Cardboard or any of his bloody camouflaged friends, I will beat them to a bloody pulp for doing this to me!" he whispered to himself.
Spike went on yelling and throwing his stuff into the walls of the crypt, drowning his sorrow in rage against everything around him. He had finished packing and completely thrashed his crypt when he realized he needed someone or something to watch his crypt and Buffy while he was gone. He left his place as it was and went to find Clem.
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"Buffy! You just left to patrol, what are you doing back so soon?…What…another apocalypse?" asked Dawn with her Spike influenced humor.
"No. I need to tell you something."
"What? Are you okay? Did something happen?" Dawn's face turned grim as she thought of all the horrible things that could be wrong.
"No, nothing like that.. It's… well…"
"Spit it out Buffy."
"I need to get everyone together first. I don't want to say this more than I have to."
Dawn ascended the stairs in a few quick leaps to retrieve Willow as Buffy headed for the phone to call Xander.
When Xander arrived he noticed the two girls sitting in the living room questioning Buffy, who looked the way she did when she let Dawn slip through her fingers and into Glory's grasp. He suddenly felt a wave of fear take over him.
"What's going on? What happened? Who died?" he said frantically.
"Calm down Xander, I just have something to tell all of you."
"Then why the 'I have just watched my dog get run over' face?"
"I was lost in thought. This is very hard for me, but you deserve to know. I shouldn't keep it from you."
"Well then stop with the cryptic talk and tell us," snapped Dawn who was frustrated with the half and hour waiting period that wasn't going to reveal any near death situations and therefore didn't seem that important to her.
"There is no easy way to put this… I-…I-uh…well I…"
"Say it!!" was yelled in unison by the three anxious listeners.
Buffy closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and blurted out her news. "I slept with Spike."
This is my first fic so please R/R. Tell me if I should continue the story.
Confessions of a Lover
Chapter 1: The First Confession
Its another lonely night in the all too familiar Sunnydale cemetery. Buffy's mind trails to the memories of the past when Angel was still around. She remembers the twisted family Spike had with Angel, Drusilla, and Darla. *Could a demon feel the sadness of being alone? Could Spike's confession of love for her be true? What if he still has part of the man inside him?*
She didn't understand why she felt upset about breaking if off with him. She just knew that she had to talk to him about it. She didn't love him, but he had changed so much and she couldn't bear the pain that she was constantly causing him.
As she headed for the crypt, she remembered the words he had said to her before she threw out the antidote. It was either him or her that would tell the scoobies and she knew what she had to do.
"I have to tell the others first. He deserves that," she decided and turned around to head for home.
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Spike was ranting and raving, destroying his crypt as he tried to forget the pain of being love's bitch.
"How does she do this to me?! I am a bloody vampire, not a wanker! I feel like a lovesick puppy! Just give me a soul and call me peaches!!"
The sun had just set and he was stuffing his belongings into a duffle bag. His thoughts were still circulated around Buffy however now he was desperately trying to avoid thinking about leaving her. He was coming back, but he didn't know when. He just knew he had to get his chip removed. It was holding him back. Not from eating, but from a relationship with Buffy.
"If I ever see Captain Cardboard or any of his bloody camouflaged friends, I will beat them to a bloody pulp for doing this to me!" he whispered to himself.
Spike went on yelling and throwing his stuff into the walls of the crypt, drowning his sorrow in rage against everything around him. He had finished packing and completely thrashed his crypt when he realized he needed someone or something to watch his crypt and Buffy while he was gone. He left his place as it was and went to find Clem.
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"Buffy! You just left to patrol, what are you doing back so soon?…What…another apocalypse?" asked Dawn with her Spike influenced humor.
"No. I need to tell you something."
"What? Are you okay? Did something happen?" Dawn's face turned grim as she thought of all the horrible things that could be wrong.
"No, nothing like that.. It's… well…"
"Spit it out Buffy."
"I need to get everyone together first. I don't want to say this more than I have to."
Dawn ascended the stairs in a few quick leaps to retrieve Willow as Buffy headed for the phone to call Xander.
When Xander arrived he noticed the two girls sitting in the living room questioning Buffy, who looked the way she did when she let Dawn slip through her fingers and into Glory's grasp. He suddenly felt a wave of fear take over him.
"What's going on? What happened? Who died?" he said frantically.
"Calm down Xander, I just have something to tell all of you."
"Then why the 'I have just watched my dog get run over' face?"
"I was lost in thought. This is very hard for me, but you deserve to know. I shouldn't keep it from you."
"Well then stop with the cryptic talk and tell us," snapped Dawn who was frustrated with the half and hour waiting period that wasn't going to reveal any near death situations and therefore didn't seem that important to her.
"There is no easy way to put this… I-…I-uh…well I…"
"Say it!!" was yelled in unison by the three anxious listeners.
Buffy closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and blurted out her news. "I slept with Spike."
This is my first fic so please R/R. Tell me if I should continue the story.
