DISCLAIMER: All characters of the Buffy Universe belong to Joss Whedon.
TIME: An Alternate Version of the aftermath of Season 6, Episode - "ENTROPY"
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Spike/Anya
COME WHAT MAY
A Fanfic by Jasmine Cora
1 A BROKEN BRIDE, A BEWILDERED VAMP
Maybe what they did was wrong. Maybe it was the wrong way of handling things. Maybe it was just a couple of drinks that had them in eachother's embrace on the Magic Box table. Maybe their minds were set on losing and moving on from their broken hearts and the ones who were at fault. But then again ... maybe not.
After departing from the Magic Box and each going their own way, it was hard to not dwell on the matter at hand. Two couples ... one supposed to be engaged ... the other, a one sided love with a little benefit. Yet, now individually all confused.
Anya was too stricken with guilt to think clearly. Buffy was left with guilt of her own. That of keeping the secret of her and Spike being ... intimate from her friends. That, and maybe an unsettling bit of jealousy, though she couldn't outright admit it to herself. Zander was in zest of emotions ... all ranging on hate and how many stakes he could run through Spike's chest before he turned to dust.
Anya made her way slowly around the Magic Box. She didn't realize she and Spike had made such a mess. Everything seemed like a wave of lust and ectasy in just a matter of minutes. She fixed her sweater slightly, pushed back a lock of hair behind her ear. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She then continued on with the mess. She came across a tattered issue of BRIDES MONTHLY, and found herself becoming choked up again. Biting her lip, she gripped the magazine and violently tossed it across the store. Stupid Zander and his ... stupid Zander-ness she thought to herself. Turning back to her work, she picked up a liquor bottle ... and paused a moment.
It was Spike's bottle.
He left it behind, still fill enough for one more shot. Anya was surprised to find herself sighing with lonliness at the sight of it. More then ever, she needed to talk. Perhaps without the help of alcohol. She couldn't stand the sight of Zander ... she was never big on talk with Willow, Dawnie, Tara or any of the others ... especially Buffy, especially now. When it really came down to it. The only one who understood her and who she could really identify with, was Spike.
Right now, her heart as well as her spirit seemed broken. All she had left was her thoughts and emotions, all tumbled together inside. Even though things as of now were akward ... she needed to talk. She needed to talk to Spike.
The secret was out. They would all know now. He seemed happy ... yet bewildered. He didn't want to hurt her that way. He didn't want to get back at Buffy like that. Spike wasn't that low. But he had taken enough from Buffy. He was tired of being used. In the right of things, he had nothing to be ashamed of. According to Buffy, they weren't a couple and they weren't in love. It was simple lust. On her part perhaps ... but everytime they would go at it, as lusty as it was, for Spike, everytime he put all of his true love and passion for Buffy in it. Although he had nothing to be ashamed for, he had a lover's soul and it tortured him to do that to Buffy.
And to Anya of all people. She was already hurting, and he just had to double it. With no real intention to do so, she proved to be more of a shoulder to lean on but a person who listened, he didn't need to hold back any piece of him with her. To be honest, he's never felt most himself when he was around Anya. Like he told her before.
He and Anya were the only ones out of the bunch that were really alive.
Spike found himself back at his crypt. Too antsy to sit down as he immediatly began pacing the room. His mind was a jumble of thoughts, thoughts that wouldn't let be. Surprisingly, he realized his thoughts were mainly on Anya, and it surprised him. He thought of how they talked. How sweet and romantic it was as he touched Anya's face ... as they slowly leaned into each other, pressing their foreheads to one another. Spike couldn't help but replay the moments in his head. All he said to Anya, it was all true. Zander was an impedient sod to not see the woman he was leaving behind.
"I would never bloody do that ... not to Anya." he replied.
Spike caught himself suddenly and tried to rephrase what he said, although he was talking out loud to himself. "TO BUFFY ... Buffy! I meant, I would never bloody do that to Buffy!" he quickly restated. Without realizing it, Spike's thoughts were all on Anya and hardly on Buffy, despite what he did. Spike sighed heavily and covered his face with his hands. He needed rest. He couldn't think about this any longer.
It would be dawn in a few hours. Spike walked downstairs to his small bedroom to sleep things off. He threw his trenchcoat to the side and pulled off his silk shirt. He laid slowly in bed as he tried to doze off.
Before he completley went ... his last thoughts were on Anya. And how he would of liked to talk with her again.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I wish to consult my loyal readers who have reviewed and read my first story, "THE CROW: THE RETURN OF ERIC DRAVEN." Unfourtunatly, it appears I got carried away and forgot the rating I set for my story. I let the story take me away and didn't realize my content went across my rating boundaries. Frustrated over this, I merely take it as a sign that the story wasn't meant to be finished just yet ... but please, rest assure that I will have it up and running again soon.
But please, I hope you take this new fanfic into your hearts and read and review as brilliantly as you have done for me before in the past! I'm going to start off slow with a few Buffy fanfics as well as the Harry Potter fanfic that is still in the works and The Crow will make his comeback! Please review and enjoy my first installment of Spike fanfics.
Love - JaSmInE C