*Author's note* ok, i haven't quite decided what episode this comes after, but prolly after "Gone". Anyways, if things are kinda screwed up, it's an accident. See, I haven't actually seen much of the 6th season, as I jus got interested in Buffy right as mom got cable cut off . so, I get my friend to tape it from me, but the channel she tapes it on isn't showing season 6 at the moment...so, ummmm...yea....mostly what I know about season six is what my friend's told me during art class. So yea, please don't flame me cuz I screwed up. Oh, and another thing...PLEASE R&R!!! And I *don't* mean rest and relaxation!!!!
Chapter 1: The Truth
She lay down on her bed, and cried. Her life sucked right now. Absolutly sucked. She needed someone to talk to. Anyone. "No," she thought to herself. "Not anyone. Spike." He was the only person she could stand to be around. She stood up, and went downstairs, not bothering to try and keep quite. She heard her sister open a door behind her, and called out.
"Buffy?" she asked sleepily. "Buffy? Where are you going?" she asked again, but Buffy ignored her. She opened the door and ran out, not even bothering to grab a jacket. She ran, non stop, all the way to Spike's crypt, and when she got there, she knocked. Behind the door she heard footsteps, and a few seconds later she saw the blonde vampire answer the door. When he saw her, he looked at her, eyebrow raised.
"You knocked!" he said, in a somewhat surprised voice. "Since when do *you* knock?"
"Oh, bite me..." she answered, annoyed. Spike looked at her.
"You know, that's not exactly the *smartest* thing you could say to a vampire" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. She glared at him, and stepped inside, not waiting for an invitation. "Well?" he asked, after a moments of silence.
"Well what?" she replied.
"Well, what are you doing here?" He asked again, and sat down in his chair. There was another few moments of silence, and she considered why exactly she had come here. She didn't feel like talking, and she definitly hadn't come for information or some such thing. That left only one thing, and Spike saw the conclusion forming in her eyes.
"Sex." They both said at the exact same time. Spike shook his head. "Sorry love, not today." he told her, before she even had the chance to say anything else. She stared as him dumbly, and Spike continued. "Remember what I said last time? No more. Look, I love you," he said, but at this point Buffy turned her gaze from him, but he ignored it. "I love you," he repeated, "but I can't do this. Why the bloody hell should I let you use me?" Buffy couldn't think of a good response to this, so she stood up, and walked out the door without saying another word. Her visit hadn't lasted more then five minutes.
She walked home slowly. Unlike on her trip there, she slowly ambled down the street, deep in thought.
"Why the hell did I go there?" she thought to herself. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't really wanted sex. Sure, it was a nice escape from reality, but it wasn't the answer to her problem at the moment. "Why!?" she yelled out, then quickly shut up while her cheeks turned a pale shade of red. She was embaressed for shouting out, even though there was no one there, but her flushed cheeks quickly turned from a light shade of pink, to paper white in a matter of seconds.
"Oh my god..." she said outloud. "Oh my GOD!" she repeated, even louder this time. She started to run, this time on her way home. As soon as she got there, she ran up to her room, and locked the door.
"Ok, there's gotta be a reasonable answer to this problem" she said to herself nervously. "What are all the things you hate about Spike?" she continued, her voice trembling. She started to think of all the reasons.
"Well, he's a jackass, he's repulsive, he's annoying," she started, her voice growing steadier. "And worst of all, he loves me!" She took a moment here to shudder. "Now, why do I put up with him?" she asked herself. She sat down on her bed, and started the list. "Well, he's usually nice to me, and he's always had the best intentions...and he's *really* cute, and the fact that he can cheer me up when I'm down..." She continued dreamily: "...and he's the only person that really tries to understand me..." She stopped talking suddenly, and once again turned nearly pure white. "Willow!" she yelled, her voice once again trembling. She started to shake uncontrolably as Willow opened the door.
"Yeah Buff..." she started, then saw the state Buffy was in. "Buffy! What's wrong?!" she asked, running over to her friend.
"Oh god...oh god...oh god...oh god... oh god..." Buffy mumbled to herself. Willow stared at her.
"Buffy?" she asked uncertainly.
"Willow...I think I'm in love with Spike."
