Disclaimer: All characters belong to the great and powerful Joss Whedon.
Spoilers: There is a tiny bit of spoilers through the end of season 6, not much though
***Dawn's POV***
I ran through the graveyard, my destination clear. I was heading to Spike's crypt, as I had done consistently since about a week after he left. I wasn't really sure what I'd say to him if I saw him, I hadn't thought that far ahead. I broke into a run and as I turned a corner and ran around a crypt, I went head first into a black-clad body that I had NOT been expecting.
I fell to the ground and looked up slowly. "Spike?"
"Hey Nibblet." I looked at him from head to toe as he helped me up from the dirt. He looked exactly the same as when he left, same bleach-blonde hair and all black clothes, but something was different. I looked at his face and noticed how worn he looked, how tired. I didn't even realize that vampires could get bags under their eyes. Once I fell out of my trace, I looked Spike in the eyes and slapped him across the face using all the strength I could muster.
He fell back a bit, a little shocked I think. He put his hand over the area that I had slapped him and just looked at me, stunned.
"Well, Little Bit, that wasn't exactly the welcome I was expecting, but…"
"Oh really?" I asked him angrily interrupting him, "what were you expecting? A fucking parade? YOU left, remember? YOU did! You left, you left, you left…" I repeated as I beat my fists angrily on his muscular chest. He just watched me but eventually grabbed my wrists and pulled me further from his body.
"You were supposed to be the one. You were the one that wasn't going to leave me!" I yelled at him as my tears began to flow furiously from my eyes. I didn't realize that this would be reaction to seeing him. I was so worried about him that I didn't even has time to let the anger out.
I continued to cry when he pulled me into a tight embrace, against his cold body. I shivered and he hugged me harder. I cried a little more into his chest, but when I had calmed down he let me go, and just looked at me. I felt as though his icy blue eyes were staring right through me. That wasn't so strange though, I could be pretty transparent.
"I missed you, love," he said warmly.
"Where did you go?" I asked bluntly.
"Africa," he told me as he sat back against the nearest grave.
"Africa? Are you serious?"
"Yeah, that's where I went."
"Why?"
"To get the chip out."
"What?" I asked as I backed away nervously.
"Oh, don't worry, of course I didn't get it out. Besides, Dawn, I would NEVER hurt you," he said as he smiled reassuringly.
"So, what happened then?"
"It's a funny thing," he told me as he began to laugh. It was such a sad laugh though, not like him at all. He sounded a little crazed as he continued, "all-powerful demons are funny, you know? I come to tell him I want to be what I was. He tells me I've been castrated by love, by the slayer, and I wanted to give her what she deserved. I finish all my bloody, sodding tests, and what do I get? I get my soul."
I stood up from where I was sitting next to him, shocked. I couldn't believed what I had just heard. So many things were going through my head like, will he be like Angel? or maybe he and Buffy can be together now(which was the most prominent thought).
"Do you still love her?"
"What?"
"Do you still love Buffy?"
"Of course I do," he said pointedly.
"Then how could you do what you did to her, or, tried to do anyway?"
Spike looked confused, but then it clicked, and he knew exactly what I was talking about. His eyes filled with tears, I knew he wouldn't lie to me, he never had before.
"Sometimes, Dawnie…love makes you do the wacky."
"Do you feel bad about it?"
"Every second-and you know, that's the problem. I shouldn't feel bad. I'm evil, I have-I had no soul! Why do I keep feeling like this? I shouldn't have guilt, or frustration, or bloody love for the SLAYER! But I do. Oh god, I'm turning out like sodding Angel."
"Well, you do have one thing over Angel," I told him.
"What's that."
"You love Buffy, soul or no soul."
He smiled and he knew I was right. He stood up and brushed himself off, then helped me up from where I had been sitting.
"Uh, Dawn? I Buffy home?"
"Yeah, she is."
"Let's got then."
Spoilers: There is a tiny bit of spoilers through the end of season 6, not much though
***Dawn's POV***
I ran through the graveyard, my destination clear. I was heading to Spike's crypt, as I had done consistently since about a week after he left. I wasn't really sure what I'd say to him if I saw him, I hadn't thought that far ahead. I broke into a run and as I turned a corner and ran around a crypt, I went head first into a black-clad body that I had NOT been expecting.
I fell to the ground and looked up slowly. "Spike?"
"Hey Nibblet." I looked at him from head to toe as he helped me up from the dirt. He looked exactly the same as when he left, same bleach-blonde hair and all black clothes, but something was different. I looked at his face and noticed how worn he looked, how tired. I didn't even realize that vampires could get bags under their eyes. Once I fell out of my trace, I looked Spike in the eyes and slapped him across the face using all the strength I could muster.
He fell back a bit, a little shocked I think. He put his hand over the area that I had slapped him and just looked at me, stunned.
"Well, Little Bit, that wasn't exactly the welcome I was expecting, but…"
"Oh really?" I asked him angrily interrupting him, "what were you expecting? A fucking parade? YOU left, remember? YOU did! You left, you left, you left…" I repeated as I beat my fists angrily on his muscular chest. He just watched me but eventually grabbed my wrists and pulled me further from his body.
"You were supposed to be the one. You were the one that wasn't going to leave me!" I yelled at him as my tears began to flow furiously from my eyes. I didn't realize that this would be reaction to seeing him. I was so worried about him that I didn't even has time to let the anger out.
I continued to cry when he pulled me into a tight embrace, against his cold body. I shivered and he hugged me harder. I cried a little more into his chest, but when I had calmed down he let me go, and just looked at me. I felt as though his icy blue eyes were staring right through me. That wasn't so strange though, I could be pretty transparent.
"I missed you, love," he said warmly.
"Where did you go?" I asked bluntly.
"Africa," he told me as he sat back against the nearest grave.
"Africa? Are you serious?"
"Yeah, that's where I went."
"Why?"
"To get the chip out."
"What?" I asked as I backed away nervously.
"Oh, don't worry, of course I didn't get it out. Besides, Dawn, I would NEVER hurt you," he said as he smiled reassuringly.
"So, what happened then?"
"It's a funny thing," he told me as he began to laugh. It was such a sad laugh though, not like him at all. He sounded a little crazed as he continued, "all-powerful demons are funny, you know? I come to tell him I want to be what I was. He tells me I've been castrated by love, by the slayer, and I wanted to give her what she deserved. I finish all my bloody, sodding tests, and what do I get? I get my soul."
I stood up from where I was sitting next to him, shocked. I couldn't believed what I had just heard. So many things were going through my head like, will he be like Angel? or maybe he and Buffy can be together now(which was the most prominent thought).
"Do you still love her?"
"What?"
"Do you still love Buffy?"
"Of course I do," he said pointedly.
"Then how could you do what you did to her, or, tried to do anyway?"
Spike looked confused, but then it clicked, and he knew exactly what I was talking about. His eyes filled with tears, I knew he wouldn't lie to me, he never had before.
"Sometimes, Dawnie…love makes you do the wacky."
"Do you feel bad about it?"
"Every second-and you know, that's the problem. I shouldn't feel bad. I'm evil, I have-I had no soul! Why do I keep feeling like this? I shouldn't have guilt, or frustration, or bloody love for the SLAYER! But I do. Oh god, I'm turning out like sodding Angel."
"Well, you do have one thing over Angel," I told him.
"What's that."
"You love Buffy, soul or no soul."
He smiled and he knew I was right. He stood up and brushed himself off, then helped me up from where I had been sitting.
"Uh, Dawn? I Buffy home?"
"Yeah, she is."
"Let's got then."