"I hate you!"
"Oh yeah? Well…I hate you too!"
"No you don't."
Buffy crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Spike. These past few days they argued a lot, and I mean A LOT. Poor Dawn was just caught in the middle of their fights.
After Buffy was resurrected and ripped out from Heaven by her friends, she felt empty and full of sorrow so she found comfort in Spike's embrace. At first she was reluctant, and felt ashamed but she found a way to cope with it and fell in love with the vampire. Her friends, though, they were another subject. Xander was completely against it, and he still is although he learned to accept it. Willow was glad for Buffy and afraid at the same time. Giles was outraged so he needed some time alone, sooo he flew to England for a time. Anya and Tara were happy for Buffy and Dawn was completely ecstatic. Their relationship was good, very good actually. Spike loved Buffy and Buffy loved Spike. They were a lovey-dovey couple, Spike even moved with the Summers sisters. But recently they got into arguments a lot, they, mostly Buffy, were arguing on stupid things. On, why did Spike leave the toilet seat up, or why was he late for patrol or why wasn't he cleansing his mug after he drank blood, etc etc. This time Spike did something that will not gain Buffy's apology any time sooner, he forgot her birthday and on top of it, he came home drunk when Buffy was having a small party with the Scoobies and wrecked it. Thus, Buffy was pissed, very pissed, MAJOR PISSED. Returning to the present argument, Spike was staring at Buffy thinking of what to say. She was right, he did not hate her, and he knew that he screwed up big time with her birthday scene. But he was pissed too, because of the other times when she yelled at him for minor things that could have been forgotten.
"Well, well…you love my…thing." Spike stuttered.
Buffy frowned, never losing her "defiant posture".
"What thing?" she raised one eyebrow.
"You know…the thing." Spike pointed to his lower half. Buffy gasped.
"You pig!" she slapped him and stormed upstairs and locked herself in their bedroom, well her bedroom now, considering that after the "birthday scene", Spike will now be sleeping on the couch or probably in the cellar. Dawn appeared from the kitchen where she listened carefully.
"You okay?" she asked Spike.
Spike turned to Dawn, a furious look on his face.
"YOUR SISTER IS NUTS, NUTS I TELL YA!" and he stormed out the door forgetting the fact that the sun was till up. Dawn crossed her arms over her chest waiting. Spike stormed back inside sizzling. He gave an innocent smile to Dawn.
"It's still sunny."
"Yeah, I know…Captain Obvious."
Spike sat up straight and arranged his duster.
"Well, glad to help." And with that last statement he went in the basement.
Dawn let out a big sigh.
"Here we go again."
The next day Buffy was cooking breakfast for Dawn and also for herself, but did not even consider warming a mug of blood for Spike, like she always did every morning. Dawn came in the kitchen first. She hoped on the kitchen stool.
"Wow, you cooking. Things between you and Spike must be really shaky."
Buffy turned around and placed a plate of pancakes in front of Dawn.
"Eat."
Dawn did not say anything else as she watched her sister finishing her own breakfast. And then, as if on queue, Spike arrived from the basement door.
"Mornin'." He said while hoping on the stool waiting for his warm mug of blood, like every other morning.
"Morning, Spike." Dawn said with a mouth full of pancakes.
"Bit' don't speak with you' mouth full. 'S not pleasant."
"Sorry." Said Dawn after she gulped. Spike then turned his attention towards Buffy who was eating silently her pancakes.
"Morning, Buffy."
"Good morning." Said Buffy in a monotone voice, not even bothering to look at him. She was reading the paper.
"Um, pet, where is my blood?"
Buffy raised her eyes at him.
"Your blood is in the fridge, your mug is on the counter, and the microwave is next to the fridge. Use them." She then returned to the paper, leaving Dawn and Spike speechless. Spike shook his head and went to prepare his own 'breakfast'.
The air in the kitchen was stuffy and the silence was very awkward. Dawn was eating her pancakes and looking at Buffy and Spike at the same time. She noticed that Buffy was drinking her coffee and reading her paper while ignoring Spike and Spike on the other hand was now drinking his blood and staring at Buffy, probably waiting for her to just glance at him. Dawn sighed and shook her head.
"What is it Dawn?" asked Buffy noticing her sister's distress.
"Nothing, it's just…you two. This is childish and I am the teenage here who doesn't know how to behave properly like and adult."
Buffy raised an eyebrow at Dawn and Spike chuckled. Buffy immediately shot a glare at him and he shut up.
"Dawn, when you will grow up and have a proper relationship, you will know that not everything is pink in a relationship."
"Yeah right." Spike muttered. Buffy snapped her head towards him.
"Excuse me?"
Spike cocked his head to the side and raised his scarred eyebrow, then he closed his eyes.
"Y'know, pet, maybe if you show a little sympathy from your side and not act like a bitch all the time, maybe our relationship would be all pink." Spike said air quoting the part with the pink. Buffy was furious.
"Well, maybe if you take out your head from your ass we wouldn't be in this situation."
Dawn sighed once again. 'Not again.' She whined inside her head.
"Excuse me, but I'm not the one with my head stuck up inside my arse. You are!"
"Me? You little piece of shit! How dare you?"
"Oh, I dare, I most definitely dare!"
Buffy and Spike were now inches apart from each other, smoke coming out of their noses from all the anger. Another take from one or another and they will jump at each other's throats. Dawn left her unfinished breakfast and left the room leaving the two to kill each other. Buffy and Spike did not notice Dawn's leave and they continued to stare at each other, when Willow and Xander entered thru the kitchen's door.
"Oh, look Captain Peroxide is up. Had a good night's sleep Goldilocks?" Xander mocked while hoping on the stool where Dawn sat and began to eat her leftovers. Spike glared at the boy and went to the fridge to pour himself another mug of blood.
"Morning'" Willow said while looking strangely at Spike as he passed by her. she turned to Buffy who seemed to ignore her and was now looking at Spike with her arms crossed over her chest, a pissed off look on her face.
"Don't you think that you had enough blood for one day?"
Spike turned to Buffy wonder on his face. He snorted.
"This is my second mug. What? Now you count how many times I drink blood?"
"Don't want you to get too used to drinking blood."
"I'm a bleeding vampire! Blood is my bloody food! I mean you can stuff yourself with pancakes, chips and ice cream and I can't drink two mugs of blood?"
Willow and Xander were looking incredulous at them and somewhat amused.
"I don't stuff myself with food!"
"Oh no! you eat like a bloody pig!"
"Excuse me? Did you just call me a pig?"
Spike leaned on the counter.
"Oink, oink."
"That's it!"
Buffy grabbed a knife and threw it at Spike who caught it between his hands. It went right past Willow's ear. Willow froze.
"Get out of my house! Now!"
"The sun's still up!"
"BURN!"
Then Buffy stormed upstairs. Spike fleeted between Willow and Xander, grabbed his blanket and stormed outside, slamming the door. Dawn came in the kitchen dressed for school in a huff. Willow and Xander starred at the scene mouth opened.
"What happened?"
"I think we just witnessed a break up."
"They fought again." Dawn said matter of factly.
Willow and Xander just nodded.
Dawn sighed and shook her head, then stormed out of the kitchen.
"We need to so something." Willow finally said.
"What?" Xander broke out of his reverie.
"I'll go and talk with Buffy, you go and find Spike."
"What?"
"Spike will probably not show up at the house anymore and his crypt is occupied at the moment, he should probably stay with you while things cool down around here."
"What?"
"Xander." Willow was starting to lose her patience with him.
"Why me? Why doesn't he stay with you?"
"I live here, remember?"
"Oh, yeah, but that doesn't explain why I should be the one to comfort him. I hate him."
"Xander." Willow hissed at him.
"Shouldn't he stay with Giles? I mean Anya will flip if she saw me bring him home."
Willow glared at him. Xander sighed.
"Fine, but I don't know where he is."
"Find him." Willow growled, then disappeared upstairs.
Xander rolled his eyes and left the house in search of certain pissed off vampire. 'This should be fun' Xander thought.