Wretched Hero

BTVS Fanfiction

Author's note: Here it is, another BTVS Fanfiction! Now, this takes place after "Normal again" if you're a fan of Buffy but you've only seen up to season 5 or your only on season 1,2,3, or 4 and plan on watching more, don't read this! It may contain spoilers… readers beware; this may get a little interesting.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of the show! But if I did own it…. oh boy (laughs devilishly) JOSS IS BOSS!

The Magic Box was too loud. Everyone was arguing and screaming, and there was no slayer to shut them up. "Addicted to the misery isn't she?" Spike thought. "Drowning in her ocean of darkness after what happened when she went all loony on us."

Bollocks. The slayer was driving him mad. Even a month after the "incident" she's still shutting herself out from everyone. She shut out her friends, her watcher, and even her sister.

She would only talk to them when she needed something, or when she had to. She spoke very little at Scooby meetings; she hardly spoke to her sister. She only did to remind the little bit to do her homework, or go to bed, or brush her teeth. How could Buffy be so obnoxious! So ignorant!

That was it. Spike had enough of this "act" from Buffy. He was going to set this bloody slayer straight, and if it meant biting or snogging her, so be it. He'd lose his sanity if he didn't.

Spike headed towards the summers residence, shaking his head and mumbling. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Helping the slayer. The girl he tried to kill when she was in high school, the girl who hated him. He was a Vampire for goodness sake! And she was the Slayer! But, then, he had this odd feeling. That feeling you get when you find something attractive. That feeling you get when you get all warm and swell up when you see someone. Love. And he was going to help the slayer, because he was in love with her.

When he reached the front door he noticed that the door was unlocked. Whoever came in here didn't decide to lock the door. "Never invite anyone in, especially if they're a vampire," Buffy would say. Mostly to Dawn. "Because a vampire can only come in if they're invited." Angel was invited, Spike was invited, even Harmony and her minions, but of course, that was by accident. Buffy would be smart enough not to invite a vampire in…

But the smell of her blood crashed down on him and he thought otherwise. There goes the stereotypical dumb blonde moment.

"Wonder if the vampire was handsome" Spike thought. "Then she definitely would've invited him in…"

He raced up the stairs, following her scent and stood outside the bathroom door. The quietness in the bathroom made him uneasy, he heard no movement. He reached out towards the doorknob to open up the door. It wouldn't turn. He shook the doorknob but it was useless, he didn't have any super strength, unlike Buffy, so he couldn't break open the door. He decided to try something else. He stuck one foot behind him, the other in front and leaped at the door, slamming his body against it.

It didn't budge.

"Come on, Slayer! Open up!" Spike growled. He continued to slam his body against the door, which resulted to very little effect. Spike stopped and backed up. He was going to kick it open. Spike braced himself, and then he charged at the door and flung out his leg. The heel of his shoe slammed against the lock and broke it, and the door flew open.

For a vampire that must've attacked someone, Spike suspected the bathroom to look trashed. Instead the bathroom looked rather clean. Except for the numerous amount of pills and drugs scattered across the floor, the empty bottles of alcohol, and the droplets of blood leading right up to the body…

"Buffy!"

Spike leaped forwards in front of Buffy. He kneeled on the ground and rested her head on his knee. He grabbed her wrist and felt for a pulse. He felt nothing.

"Oh bloody hell, slayer"

Spike knew what he had to do. He had to do CPR, and then force her to throw up the alcohol and pills running through her system and then take her to a hospital. Or take her to a hospital after the CPR… he shook his head. He'll choose what to do with her and where to take her after she starts to breathe again. He rested her head on the floor, opened her mouth and leaned in to breathe into it, but then stopped. He had no breath. He is a vampire. Vampires don't have breath.

"Bloody hell!" he screamed. He jumped up and ran out of the bathroom looking for the phone. He was going to call the Magic Box, and whoever answered was going to come over and help. Unless it's Dawn, then he'll ask from someone else. He picked up the phone and dialed the number.

Who knew how long Buffy had been like that? With the alcohol and the pills running through her system now, possibly shutting down her organs… he needed to help her. She didn't have to die a third time.

Someone picked up the phone on the other line.

"This is the Magic Box, how may I help you?"

Spike let out a sigh of relief

"Giles?"

"Spike?" Giles responded, rather surprised. "Um, why are-are you calling?"

"It's Buffy. There's been an… accident. Come here quickly"

"Buffy is she-?"

"She's about to die, Rupert. So move your bloody ass!" Spike slammed the phone into the receiver and ran back upstairs. Good, someone was coming. Someone that actually had breath…

He ran back to Buffy's body, and held her hand. She was cold. He let go of her hand and decided to clean the bathroom a little bit; the poor old watcher didn't need to see everything. Spike placed the bottles in a cupboard, and kicked the pills elsewhere, which didn't help but he didn't care. Well, he tried to clean it. At least he made some effort.

Someone knocked on the door. The watcher was here. Spike ran down the stairs and swung open the door. The watcher looked terribly frightened when he saw the look on Spike's face.

"Where's Buffy?" He asked. Waiting for a response from Spike. Instead he was being dragged up the stairs and inside the bathroom. Giles found the body on the floor and rushed to it. He leaned in, to breathe into her mouth, and then he placed his hands on her chest and began to pump them.

"1…2…3…4…5"

He leaned in again and breathed in her mouth. And pumped them again.

"6…7…8…9…10"

Spike watched him work away, trying to revive his slayer. He noticed the tears in the watchers eyes. As Giles was pumping away, something caught Spike's attention. There, on the wall, written in blood, were the words "I'm sorry".

1 month earlier