FIGHTING WHO WE ARE (1.03.01)
Buffy's in an alley fighting a vamp. She hits him in the face, kicks his leg, breaking it, and head buts him into a wall. She throws a stake at him, it lands in his heart and he dusts. Willow runs after her as they leave the alley. "Um, Buff, you ok?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Buffy asks Willow, clearly pissed off about something.
"Well, you j-just hav-v-ven't been yours-self, s-since S-spike left, is all." Willow stammers under the Slayer's glare.
"No reason to be upset. I mean, he only left with a whore who led me to believe I was her friend." Buffy picks up the pace.
"But.." Willow runs to catch up, "I gave you the letter. She said she'd try to get him to comeback as soon as possible."
Buffy turns and stops her 'friend', "Will, you don't know me anymore, stop trying to, and stop trying to be my friend. None of you mean anything anymore. There's a whole world out there… and he's there, without me. And I'm stuck here waiting for the only person who never left to get back because he left." Buffy throws her stake on the ground, "No, Will, I'm beyond upset… and you'd think you'd've gotten the message by now." She storms off.
"The poor little girl…" Willow turns and her eyes go wide in fear, "Hello, dear. Do I get to be your mummy? She saved us a present she did. Before the sunshine could steal him, the rain did, did it not? Don't worry, love…" She strokes Willow's face, "I play nice when they let me… but now my dear heart bleeds of wondering where my sweet is. Come on, speak up." Drusilla smiled down at the witch in her grasp.
Spike rolls over in bed and stares at the woman next to him. He'd never forgotten her, all these years and never once. He'd missed her, but he still loved the Slayer. He loved them both. But he couldn't tell them that, he'd had to pick… so he did. And he didn't regret it. Autum rolls over, mumbling in her sleep. "Shhhh, sleep on, love." Spike pulls her hair away from her face as she opens her eyes. She sits up.
"How can I sleep with the bleedin' Powers that Fuck in my head!" She growls, her face squishing up as she pulls herself up into a ball. Her breathing becomes shallow, and rapid. Stupid power that would be the God that told her not to mess up this time. Only she didn't care… not anymore. Spike gets her a cup of water and holds her 'til it passes.