OK… I don't NOT own these characters… though I wish I owned Xander :O)
This fic is rate R for rape and other forms of violence. It begins just a recap of "Seeing Red"… only with a few modifications. Let me know what you think so far so I can continue.
His face appears from the shadows of the dark hallway. He appears possessed and the tense muscles in his neck tighten, casting shadows over his skin when his eyes fall on her. Fists form at his side as he contemplates the situation.
Buffy is bent over the bathtub, running her hand through the warm water. She places one hand on her lower back as she straightens up, moaning in pain. She turns to see him standing there, watching her from the ajar door. Her blonde hair is a mess from her fight with the trio only an hour earlier. She is sore and tired and he can tell just by looking. Her scent is sweet though… full of rage and exhaust. She is startled at the sight of him, flinching only a little. With hesitation, words finally escape his desiccated lips.
"You hurt? You're not moving so well…" he calls quietly from his spot in the doorway.
Buffy staggers slowly to the sink, not looking at him now,
"Get out."
Spike appears taken aback by her harness and hostility,
"We have to talk" he bawls, pushing the door shut only a bit more behind him.
She turns now, to look at him. Her expression is tired and she is still angry and distressed about her spy-cam video viewing not that long ago.
"I really don't-"
"Well this isn't just about you" he roars, slamming the door the rest of the way shut, "…as much as you'd like it to be."
"You spoke, I listened… now leave," she states rather bitterly, entwining her arms across her chest in evident irritation.
"I'm sorry. Not that it matters any more, but I needed you to know that" he declares in a softer, more caring tone.
"Why?" she questions back, contemptuously.
"Because I care about you".
"Then you might want to try the not sleeping with my friends," she continues coldly.
"I didn't go to Anya for that. I was looking for a spell" he reveals, regretting it almost immediately.
Outraged by this declaration, Buffy barks back at him, "You were going to use a spell on me?!"
Sighing exasperatedly, Spike replies to her fury, "It wasn't for you! I wanted something," he states hesitantly before continuing, "anything to make these feelings stop". Growing angrier by the second with her lack of understanding, he shouts at her, "I just wanted it to stop!"
Buffy is taken aback by this outburst as Spike sighs in an attempt to calm himself.
"You should've let him kill me…"
Replying so softly that it is nearly a whisper, Buffy states "I couldn't do that".
Buffy moves back toward the tub as he questions as to why she couldn't just let him die… why she just had to save him.
"You know why" she states in an increasingly angry voice.
"Because you love me".
Bending over the tub again, in an attempt to excuse herself from looking him in the eye, Buffy replies in an annoyed, yet fatigued tone, "No. I don't".
"Why do you keep lying to yourself?"
Whirling around to face him once again, she yells back, "How many times-". She pauses to regain her composer, refusing to let him get her worked up again. Tonight she is just too tired. Calmer now she continues, "I have feelings for you. I do. But it's not love. I could never trust you enough for it to be love".
Spike snickers at this belief. "Trust is for old marrieds, Buffy. Great love is wild ... and passionate and dangerous. It burns and consumes…"
"…Until there's nothing left. Love like that doesn't last." she chimes in again.
Beginning to pace now, he continues on, "I know you feel like I do. You don't have to hide it anymore."
Buffy rolls her eyes at his egotistical words, "Spike, please stop this."
Whispering in her ear now, " Let yourself feel it."
He moves forward, placing his hands on her waist and pulling her toward him. She resists his gesture and fights.
"No!" Her cries echo throughout the empty home.
"You love me!"
"Ow! No! Stop it!" the volume intensifies.
They struggles one in the middle of the bathroom in the Summers' house. This can't be happening… and in the safety of her own home. Spike is strong and determined, trying to kiss and caress her as she tried, desperately to push him away. The sound of fabric ripping tears through the air as she begins to realize that she can't take him on… not now. She is hurt and exhausted and he is too determined. Spike slips his hand is inside of her flimsy, gray robe.
"Spike, no - ow - what are you do-"
She loses her balance and falls backward toward the tub. Her hand grabs the shower curtain for balance, but it rips off the steal rod and Buffy falls to the floor, hitting her back against the side of the smooth porcelain tub.
"Ow!" she shouts louder than before, trying desperately to get back to her feet as she is more than defenseless with her back to the floor.
She is groaning loudly in pain as Spike crawls on top of her, holding her down with her wrists bound together above her head. He grabs her face and tries to kiss her as she continues trying to fight him off.
"Let it go. Let yourself love me."
He continues saying similar things as Buffy continues pleading with him to stop. Spike pulls at her clothing, causing the thin robe to slip down just a little.
Buffy gets onto her stomach and tries to pull herself toward the door, but Spike is on top of her, holding her down, pulling her arms away from the door as she continues yelling and protesting. Spike is wearing a determined and wild expression as he flips her to her back once again.
Buffy is yelling in a sobbing voice now, "No, stop it!"
"I know you felt it ... when I was inside you…" His large hand struggle, trying to open the robe that still covers her. The sound of fabric tearing slices through the air as Buffy sobs harder now.
"You'll feel it again, Buffy…"
"Please don't do this…"
"I'm gonna make you feel it!"
Once he is inside everything just goes blank to her. She can feel it… everything is over now. This is what her life has come to and this is what she has to live with. She is the slayer… it is a punishment that just keeps getting worse.
She is crying loudly as his thrusts become less. Her eyes are closed now… she can't bare to look at him for another second. She moans in pain still, the cold tiles of the bathroom floor cool her back. Though the robe is beneath here, it is thin and does little to warms her. She feels him exit and then it's over… he is gone.
She feels lost, still afraid to open her eyes. But, after many minutes, she stirs and props herself up just enough to cover her bruised body with her tattered robe. She hears the front door open at the foot of the stairs and then shut. Could it be him again? Is he back? She slinks backward to the shelter of the corner as she hears the footsteps bounding up the stairs in her direction. The door swings open from it's again-ajar position and Xander steps into the small and disarrayed room.
Having seen the leather jacket on the banister at the foot of the stairs, Xander is furious. "This is what you call not seeing Spike anymo-" he pauses, surprised by the uncharacteristic disorganization of the room.
He looks around slowly, allowing the mess to calculate into his head. His eyes fall on Buffy, huddled in the corner with a black and blue mark on her face, resting atop her cheek, just below her left eye.
A million questions race through his mind at once, "What did he do? Did he hurt you?"
Buffy just stares up at him, not moving. She looks away slowly as her eyes fall to the floor at his feet. She makes no movements… she does nothing… but begin to cry. The tears fall slowly at first and then faster as she brings her hands to cover her face in what appears, to Xander, to be shame and pain.
"Son of a bitch" he says in a more irate voice than Buffy has ever heard escape him. As he turns on instinct to go find Spike, Buffy calls to him.
"Stop." She hesitates before continuing, seeing that he is awaiting an explanation. "Don't… just, don't".
He moves towards her, forgetting any anger her may have felt towards her for her flings with Spike. He kneels down beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder and then taking her into his embrace. He sits beside her, holding her and rocking slightly to sooth her sobs. His fingers smooth out her blonde locks, which have been violently rearranged.
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Within moments they are in the car. She now dressed in a pare of sweats and Xander's large leather jacket. She has managed to wrap herself up in the comfort of the familiar scent this insulation provides. When they pull into the hospital that find that it isn't quite as busy as one would usually find Sunnydale General to be. He helps her from the passenger side seat and guides her through the rotating doors. Once inside she immediately wants to leave. Buffy hates hospitals and doctors. They had told her that her mother would be alright and they had been wrong. She just couldn't bring herself to trust them again after the sudden tragedy she had faced.
After filling out the required paper work they are led into a small room together, as she can't be alone… not now and now here. He sits beside her on the hospital bed with his arm around her, acting as a protective shell.
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Ok, what do you guys think? Should I continue? This was pretty much just a review of 'Seeing Red' with a few changes and additions. I have many ideas and would love to share this B/X fic with you guys if you want.
This fic is rate R for rape and other forms of violence. It begins just a recap of "Seeing Red"… only with a few modifications. Let me know what you think so far so I can continue.
His face appears from the shadows of the dark hallway. He appears possessed and the tense muscles in his neck tighten, casting shadows over his skin when his eyes fall on her. Fists form at his side as he contemplates the situation.
Buffy is bent over the bathtub, running her hand through the warm water. She places one hand on her lower back as she straightens up, moaning in pain. She turns to see him standing there, watching her from the ajar door. Her blonde hair is a mess from her fight with the trio only an hour earlier. She is sore and tired and he can tell just by looking. Her scent is sweet though… full of rage and exhaust. She is startled at the sight of him, flinching only a little. With hesitation, words finally escape his desiccated lips.
"You hurt? You're not moving so well…" he calls quietly from his spot in the doorway.
Buffy staggers slowly to the sink, not looking at him now,
"Get out."
Spike appears taken aback by her harness and hostility,
"We have to talk" he bawls, pushing the door shut only a bit more behind him.
She turns now, to look at him. Her expression is tired and she is still angry and distressed about her spy-cam video viewing not that long ago.
"I really don't-"
"Well this isn't just about you" he roars, slamming the door the rest of the way shut, "…as much as you'd like it to be."
"You spoke, I listened… now leave," she states rather bitterly, entwining her arms across her chest in evident irritation.
"I'm sorry. Not that it matters any more, but I needed you to know that" he declares in a softer, more caring tone.
"Why?" she questions back, contemptuously.
"Because I care about you".
"Then you might want to try the not sleeping with my friends," she continues coldly.
"I didn't go to Anya for that. I was looking for a spell" he reveals, regretting it almost immediately.
Outraged by this declaration, Buffy barks back at him, "You were going to use a spell on me?!"
Sighing exasperatedly, Spike replies to her fury, "It wasn't for you! I wanted something," he states hesitantly before continuing, "anything to make these feelings stop". Growing angrier by the second with her lack of understanding, he shouts at her, "I just wanted it to stop!"
Buffy is taken aback by this outburst as Spike sighs in an attempt to calm himself.
"You should've let him kill me…"
Replying so softly that it is nearly a whisper, Buffy states "I couldn't do that".
Buffy moves back toward the tub as he questions as to why she couldn't just let him die… why she just had to save him.
"You know why" she states in an increasingly angry voice.
"Because you love me".
Bending over the tub again, in an attempt to excuse herself from looking him in the eye, Buffy replies in an annoyed, yet fatigued tone, "No. I don't".
"Why do you keep lying to yourself?"
Whirling around to face him once again, she yells back, "How many times-". She pauses to regain her composer, refusing to let him get her worked up again. Tonight she is just too tired. Calmer now she continues, "I have feelings for you. I do. But it's not love. I could never trust you enough for it to be love".
Spike snickers at this belief. "Trust is for old marrieds, Buffy. Great love is wild ... and passionate and dangerous. It burns and consumes…"
"…Until there's nothing left. Love like that doesn't last." she chimes in again.
Beginning to pace now, he continues on, "I know you feel like I do. You don't have to hide it anymore."
Buffy rolls her eyes at his egotistical words, "Spike, please stop this."
Whispering in her ear now, " Let yourself feel it."
He moves forward, placing his hands on her waist and pulling her toward him. She resists his gesture and fights.
"No!" Her cries echo throughout the empty home.
"You love me!"
"Ow! No! Stop it!" the volume intensifies.
They struggles one in the middle of the bathroom in the Summers' house. This can't be happening… and in the safety of her own home. Spike is strong and determined, trying to kiss and caress her as she tried, desperately to push him away. The sound of fabric ripping tears through the air as she begins to realize that she can't take him on… not now. She is hurt and exhausted and he is too determined. Spike slips his hand is inside of her flimsy, gray robe.
"Spike, no - ow - what are you do-"
She loses her balance and falls backward toward the tub. Her hand grabs the shower curtain for balance, but it rips off the steal rod and Buffy falls to the floor, hitting her back against the side of the smooth porcelain tub.
"Ow!" she shouts louder than before, trying desperately to get back to her feet as she is more than defenseless with her back to the floor.
She is groaning loudly in pain as Spike crawls on top of her, holding her down with her wrists bound together above her head. He grabs her face and tries to kiss her as she continues trying to fight him off.
"Let it go. Let yourself love me."
He continues saying similar things as Buffy continues pleading with him to stop. Spike pulls at her clothing, causing the thin robe to slip down just a little.
Buffy gets onto her stomach and tries to pull herself toward the door, but Spike is on top of her, holding her down, pulling her arms away from the door as she continues yelling and protesting. Spike is wearing a determined and wild expression as he flips her to her back once again.
Buffy is yelling in a sobbing voice now, "No, stop it!"
"I know you felt it ... when I was inside you…" His large hand struggle, trying to open the robe that still covers her. The sound of fabric tearing slices through the air as Buffy sobs harder now.
"You'll feel it again, Buffy…"
"Please don't do this…"
"I'm gonna make you feel it!"
Once he is inside everything just goes blank to her. She can feel it… everything is over now. This is what her life has come to and this is what she has to live with. She is the slayer… it is a punishment that just keeps getting worse.
She is crying loudly as his thrusts become less. Her eyes are closed now… she can't bare to look at him for another second. She moans in pain still, the cold tiles of the bathroom floor cool her back. Though the robe is beneath here, it is thin and does little to warms her. She feels him exit and then it's over… he is gone.
She feels lost, still afraid to open her eyes. But, after many minutes, she stirs and props herself up just enough to cover her bruised body with her tattered robe. She hears the front door open at the foot of the stairs and then shut. Could it be him again? Is he back? She slinks backward to the shelter of the corner as she hears the footsteps bounding up the stairs in her direction. The door swings open from it's again-ajar position and Xander steps into the small and disarrayed room.
Having seen the leather jacket on the banister at the foot of the stairs, Xander is furious. "This is what you call not seeing Spike anymo-" he pauses, surprised by the uncharacteristic disorganization of the room.
He looks around slowly, allowing the mess to calculate into his head. His eyes fall on Buffy, huddled in the corner with a black and blue mark on her face, resting atop her cheek, just below her left eye.
A million questions race through his mind at once, "What did he do? Did he hurt you?"
Buffy just stares up at him, not moving. She looks away slowly as her eyes fall to the floor at his feet. She makes no movements… she does nothing… but begin to cry. The tears fall slowly at first and then faster as she brings her hands to cover her face in what appears, to Xander, to be shame and pain.
"Son of a bitch" he says in a more irate voice than Buffy has ever heard escape him. As he turns on instinct to go find Spike, Buffy calls to him.
"Stop." She hesitates before continuing, seeing that he is awaiting an explanation. "Don't… just, don't".
He moves towards her, forgetting any anger her may have felt towards her for her flings with Spike. He kneels down beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder and then taking her into his embrace. He sits beside her, holding her and rocking slightly to sooth her sobs. His fingers smooth out her blonde locks, which have been violently rearranged.
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Within moments they are in the car. She now dressed in a pare of sweats and Xander's large leather jacket. She has managed to wrap herself up in the comfort of the familiar scent this insulation provides. When they pull into the hospital that find that it isn't quite as busy as one would usually find Sunnydale General to be. He helps her from the passenger side seat and guides her through the rotating doors. Once inside she immediately wants to leave. Buffy hates hospitals and doctors. They had told her that her mother would be alright and they had been wrong. She just couldn't bring herself to trust them again after the sudden tragedy she had faced.
After filling out the required paper work they are led into a small room together, as she can't be alone… not now and now here. He sits beside her on the hospital bed with his arm around her, acting as a protective shell.
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Ok, what do you guys think? Should I continue? This was pretty much just a review of 'Seeing Red' with a few changes and additions. I have many ideas and would love to share this B/X fic with you guys if you want.