Conflicts & Confusion

Buffy sat in her room after a major slay-age. It had been pretty normal except for the fact that she had burst into song in the graveyard. She figured a good night's sleep would help, but before she had even begun to undress it happened again. And he began to sing.....

" Every time we lie awake

After every hit we take

Every feeling that I get

But I haven't missed you yet...."

Across town outside a bar, Spike had also begun singing, unknown to him, at the exact moment Buffy had. He was drinking a bottle of the strongest thing the bartender had. When he had finished, he had been sitting in the alley thinking about Buffy. Then he had suddenly begun singing in unison with her.

Buffy had the sudden need to out of the house....

" Every roommate kept awake

By every sigh and scream we make

All the feelings that I get

But I still don't miss you yet..."

Suddenly Spike's body walked of its own accord, forcing him to move out of the alley.

" Only when I stop to think about it...

I hate everything about you..."

At this phrase she suddenly moved faster and at the word 'hate' she punched a tree, creating splinters where her hand had been. She didn't know why she was doing it, but it felt good to hit something and relieve the feelings coursing through her body.

Suddenly Spike rammed his fist in a wall before he walked quickly out of the dingy alley.

" Why do I love you?

I hate everything about you

Why do I love you?"


She smashed her hand against a mailbox, causing it to fly clean out of the ground.

At the same time Spike kicked one of the Sunnydale's many demons to the ground. At the word 'love', he snapped its neck.

" Every time we lie awake

After every hit we take

Every feeling that I get

But I haven't missed you yet

Only when I stop to think about it.....

I hate everything about you

Why do I love you?"

She had reached Sunnydale's biggest graveyard. As many know, the bigger the cemetery the more vamps there are. In no time at all a fledgling jumped out at her. She, however, was so focused on reaching her goal that she wasn't in the mood to fight. She just walked right through the exploding cloud of dust that was the vampire.

" I hate everything about you

Why do I love you?"

She began to realize what exactly she was singing. Wait, why am I singing this? I don't hate and love anybody......

He entered the graveyard, killing vampires left and right; never really paying specific attention to any one of the many exploding vampires.

" Only when I stop to think about you, I know

Only when you stop to think about me, do you know...."

Suddenly she saw Spike killing some vampires. She did a double take. He was singing. Since when did Spike sing? Wait a minute, is he singing the same thing I am?!

" I hate everything about you

Why do I love you?

You hate everything about me

Why do you love me?"

What is she doing here? I thought she was done patrolling. She's singing? Does the Slayer sing? They approached each other, singing in unison until they were face to face.

" I hate

You hate

I hate

You love me..."

They shoved and pushed each other which ended in Spike landing in a fresh empty grave. She turned to leave when his alabaster hand shot up out of the grave and pulled her down on top of him in the dirt.

" I hate everything about you

Why do I love you?"

When they had finally stopped, their lips captured each other's passionately. When they broke apart, they looked at each other in the eyes, realizing what they had

done and admitted. Buffy jumped up out of the grave and hit the ground running for home. Spike, however, just laid there, trying to figure out what had happened.

"So, anything unusual happen during patrolling, Buffy?" Giles asked methodically.

"No, not really, except..." Buffy's thoughts returned to the previous night.

"Yes?" Giles looked up from the book he was reading.

"Did anybody....last night....burst into song?" Buffy asked awkwardly.

"Thank God, I wasn't the only one!" Xander exclaimed.

While they discussed the singing situation, Buffy thought about Spike. What was she going to do?