Title: Untitled
Author: Thalisirwen
Rating: PG-13
Ship: B/S, W/S
Spoilers: Season 4, Post 'Something Blue'
Timing: Around the time of "Doomed"
Notes: * * = emphasis // \\ \\ = thought. Tara doesn't exist (sorry but its easier to write this fic w/out her in) ******* = Time passed by
Summary: Willow has broken the spell, but somehow Spike and Buffy are still, kinda, well, y'know....
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Part 1
"Spike and I are getting married!" Willow could clearly remember the scenes D'Hoffryn had shown her, before she saw them fighting for their lives against those demons.
The very thought of it had made her shake with anger and jealousy. Her friend knew how much she liked him. Make that *ex* friend. Buffy was, to sum it up, a slut. Much as she hated to admit it, Willow couldn't think of any way better to describe her. As for Spike, he had that immortal gorgeousness that attracted her to him in the first place. Then there was Oz. Well, there *had* been Oz, but then he left. It hurt so much when he left her. But not as much as when she heard those 6 words. Words that made her feel like her heart had been ripped out and cut into tiny pieces, made her feel sick every time she thought of it, made her cry the sleepless nights away. "Spike and I are getting married!" The Slayers excited voice played over and over in her head, like a record that had got stuck.
Of course, she had liked him for ages, only it wasn't until she saw the outcome of her spell that she realised how *much* she liked the bleach-blond vampire. More than liked. Then, when he and Buffy carried on seeing each other after the spell had been broken...she could feel her eyes blazing with jealousy, almost blinding her to any logical thought. Okay, so they weren't actually getting *married* - that would have been impossible with him being a vampire - but they were still together.
//Buffy and Spike, Buffy and Spike, Buffy and Spike. \\
All she could think of. Spike was on her mind, 24/7; it seemed impossible to think of anyone else. Even when she did sleep, he haunted her dreams.
It angered her that he was with that slut. After all, who had he talked to when he escaped the Initiative? Her. Who did he turn to when Buffy wanted to stake him right there and then, on Giles' doorstep? Her. Who had stopped him committing suicide after Xander had been so cruel to him? Her. Who fed him blood when he was tied up at Giles' and Buffy refused to feed him? Her. Who had he slowly built up a friendship with over the past months? Her.
It was always her he had turned to. Willow. Not Buffy, Willow. Then along came the queen of sluttiness, with her irresistible half-smile and expert flirting, and took him away. Not that anything ever happened between them. She only wanted him to make Riley jealous. The closest *she* ever got to Spike was when he tried to drain her, right there on her bed. He had admitted he would've drained her, that time in the Bronze. Shame he never did.
Willow often wondered what might've happened, if Spike *had* drained her all that time ago. Would she be dead? Or would she be with him now, vamped out over a fresh kill?
//Better off dead now\\ she thought to herself. //Oh Goddess! Will I ever find happiness? \\ Willow mentally kicked herself as that thought passed through her head. She had neglected her religion over the past few months, being too preoccupied with the whole Buffy-Spike thing. //If Buffy were here now... \\
As if she were on cue, Buffy entered the dorm.
"Hey Willow." She greeted her roommate cheerily.
"Slayer." The redhead replied coldly, barely acknowledging her ex-best friend.
"Just grabbing some things before I head back to Spike's place!" Buffy threw open her wardrobe door and grabbed a few garments from the rails, not seeming to notice Willows coldness towards her, or the hateful way she was glowering across the room at her.
"I'll have all my stuff moved out of here by the weekend." The Slayer stated.
"Huh?"
"Oh didn't I tell you? I'm moving in with Spike...hey Willow, are you okay?" The blonde saw a strange expression in the witch's eyes.
"You're. Moving. In. With. Spike." Willow said through clenched teeth.
"Don't worry Wills," began the Slayer, no seeing the problem. "I'm sure you'll find a new roomie soon."
"That's not the problem, you slut." Willow spat out angrily.
"*What?* Willow, what is up with you? You've been acting strange ever since Spike and I... Oh..." Buffy paused as the realisation hit her. //Willow. In love with Spike? That can't be. He's mine, and mine alone! \\ She thought crossly.
"I know you liked him, but I didn't know you liked him *that* much. But Spike's *mine* Willow, and you have to understand that. So keep away from him! Or I will hit you so hard you won't wake up from the coma for years!" she threatened, storming out of the room.
Willow stared after her in anger.
Author: Thalisirwen
Rating: PG-13
Ship: B/S, W/S
Spoilers: Season 4, Post 'Something Blue'
Timing: Around the time of "Doomed"
Notes: * * = emphasis // \\ \\ = thought. Tara doesn't exist (sorry but its easier to write this fic w/out her in) ******* = Time passed by
Summary: Willow has broken the spell, but somehow Spike and Buffy are still, kinda, well, y'know....
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Part 1
"Spike and I are getting married!" Willow could clearly remember the scenes D'Hoffryn had shown her, before she saw them fighting for their lives against those demons.
The very thought of it had made her shake with anger and jealousy. Her friend knew how much she liked him. Make that *ex* friend. Buffy was, to sum it up, a slut. Much as she hated to admit it, Willow couldn't think of any way better to describe her. As for Spike, he had that immortal gorgeousness that attracted her to him in the first place. Then there was Oz. Well, there *had* been Oz, but then he left. It hurt so much when he left her. But not as much as when she heard those 6 words. Words that made her feel like her heart had been ripped out and cut into tiny pieces, made her feel sick every time she thought of it, made her cry the sleepless nights away. "Spike and I are getting married!" The Slayers excited voice played over and over in her head, like a record that had got stuck.
Of course, she had liked him for ages, only it wasn't until she saw the outcome of her spell that she realised how *much* she liked the bleach-blond vampire. More than liked. Then, when he and Buffy carried on seeing each other after the spell had been broken...she could feel her eyes blazing with jealousy, almost blinding her to any logical thought. Okay, so they weren't actually getting *married* - that would have been impossible with him being a vampire - but they were still together.
//Buffy and Spike, Buffy and Spike, Buffy and Spike. \\
All she could think of. Spike was on her mind, 24/7; it seemed impossible to think of anyone else. Even when she did sleep, he haunted her dreams.
It angered her that he was with that slut. After all, who had he talked to when he escaped the Initiative? Her. Who did he turn to when Buffy wanted to stake him right there and then, on Giles' doorstep? Her. Who had stopped him committing suicide after Xander had been so cruel to him? Her. Who fed him blood when he was tied up at Giles' and Buffy refused to feed him? Her. Who had he slowly built up a friendship with over the past months? Her.
It was always her he had turned to. Willow. Not Buffy, Willow. Then along came the queen of sluttiness, with her irresistible half-smile and expert flirting, and took him away. Not that anything ever happened between them. She only wanted him to make Riley jealous. The closest *she* ever got to Spike was when he tried to drain her, right there on her bed. He had admitted he would've drained her, that time in the Bronze. Shame he never did.
Willow often wondered what might've happened, if Spike *had* drained her all that time ago. Would she be dead? Or would she be with him now, vamped out over a fresh kill?
//Better off dead now\\ she thought to herself. //Oh Goddess! Will I ever find happiness? \\ Willow mentally kicked herself as that thought passed through her head. She had neglected her religion over the past few months, being too preoccupied with the whole Buffy-Spike thing. //If Buffy were here now... \\
As if she were on cue, Buffy entered the dorm.
"Hey Willow." She greeted her roommate cheerily.
"Slayer." The redhead replied coldly, barely acknowledging her ex-best friend.
"Just grabbing some things before I head back to Spike's place!" Buffy threw open her wardrobe door and grabbed a few garments from the rails, not seeming to notice Willows coldness towards her, or the hateful way she was glowering across the room at her.
"I'll have all my stuff moved out of here by the weekend." The Slayer stated.
"Huh?"
"Oh didn't I tell you? I'm moving in with Spike...hey Willow, are you okay?" The blonde saw a strange expression in the witch's eyes.
"You're. Moving. In. With. Spike." Willow said through clenched teeth.
"Don't worry Wills," began the Slayer, no seeing the problem. "I'm sure you'll find a new roomie soon."
"That's not the problem, you slut." Willow spat out angrily.
"*What?* Willow, what is up with you? You've been acting strange ever since Spike and I... Oh..." Buffy paused as the realisation hit her. //Willow. In love with Spike? That can't be. He's mine, and mine alone! \\ She thought crossly.
"I know you liked him, but I didn't know you liked him *that* much. But Spike's *mine* Willow, and you have to understand that. So keep away from him! Or I will hit you so hard you won't wake up from the coma for years!" she threatened, storming out of the room.
Willow stared after her in anger.