Title: Love? (Yes, I've changed it. it used to be: Fury.)
Author: darkflame. or just Steph ; )
Email: Stargurl006@aol.com
Pairing: Buffy/Spike
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None really. I kind of went off on my own.
Disclaimer: These really aren't my characters. but I can still pretend Spike is mine. lol.
Summary: Buffy is trying to decide whether or not she really loves Spike. It's mostly from Spike's point of view but Buffy has her turn too.
A/N: In this story, Spike is Buffy's very first lover. Forget her history surrounding Angel, it didn't happen here. Also I wasn't sure about the love scene, but I like it so. if you don't like that kind stuff then don't read this. To those of you who do. ::smiles:: it's pretty good, but not descriptive, so don't worry! Check the PG-13 rating. : ) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy leans into Spike's chest, as his arms pull her closer. She listens for his heartbeat but hears none. She pulls away her eyes wide and sad, tears threatening to fall. "What's the matter luv?" She breaks free of his embrace and turns away. "Nothing," she mumbles. Spike tries to turn her around and unwillingly she faces him. "Now come on, what's the matter Buffy?" He looks into her eyes, searching for what her mouth is reluctant to tell him. She sighs, "Spike I just can't get used to this." "This?" he looks at her hard, his features dropping, "What do you mean this?" Buffy turns away again and stares at the wall. "You," she says flatly. Spike can't think of what to say. He wants to kiss away all her pain but he knows Buffy won't let him. She never would. She always pulls away; just when things are looking good off she goes. He cries. Spike cries every time she leaves. The tears are dry but they are there all the same. It rips him to shreds how she plays with him, he only wished he could tell her. Spike wished he could tell Buffy just how much he aches for her. He has told her he loves her but it has changed nothing. Well it has changed some things but not the way Buffy always treats him, like he is beneath her.
"You, the way you are," Buffy continues finally, "The way I am." Her tears break the surface and then she breaks into sobs. "I j-just can't d-deal with it." She gets up shakily and starts towards the door. "Buffy!" Spike calls, "Please don't leave!" She doesn't turn around, "I-I have t-to, I just can't be h-here now." She opens the door slowly and then quickly goes out and slams it shut. He knows she's running, running away from him, and trying to run away from everything. He slides down in the bed and lies on his back. He stares at the ceiling trying to remember how many times this has happened.
Fury unfolds inside of him. He jumps up and begins to throw bottles and chairs and he yells. His face transforms into a vampire. A growl unfurls from the depths of his chest and he lets it echo in his crypt. He continues to throw and kick, yell and punch. But soon his energy is drained, not physically but emotionally. He falls against the wall and let's loose one last anguish cry before his face melts back into a man's. He sits on the floor and his shoulders heave. Then his eyes close with the weight of it all.
Hours later he wakes up from his half dream sleep. It was weird. Images are filtered passed his eyes but never slow enough for him to piece their meaning together. He believes they are simply fragmented memories he just can't decipher anymore. His human self died so long ago, it's a wonder he can remember anything at all.
Spike stifles a yawn, stands up and stretches, more out of habit then necessity. His muscles are a bit sore but the pain only flickers through his body before it fades. He looks about the room and is taken aback at how he trashed it. Most of his liquor bottles lay shattered on the floor. "Bloody hell," he mumbles to himself. Instead of trying to clean it up he grabs his leather jacket and stalks out into the night.
Outside the wind is wicked. It wipes against his cheeks sending shivers down his spine. You would think because he is a child of darkness he'd be numb to the cold by now. But no, that's what tortures him, the sun and the cold. He does relish the night though. Clouds blanket the moon and stars dot the sky. He doesn't notice. It's around midnight. He's hoping the Slayer will be around. It is kind of late but it wouldn't be a surprise to find her out here on patrol.
Luck. She's out. He can feel her coming. "Slayer?" he whispers. He knows by now she would have felt his presence too, he's very close, but he can't quite see her yet. Then all of a sudden she's right in front of him. "I knew someone." she trails off from vicious to soft, her head drops, "was out here," she finishes loosely. She begins to turn and he knows she's going to run again. "Wait!" this time Spike grabs her shoulder. She tries to shake it off. Anger drips into her voice, "Let.go of me!!" She wretches her arm free and runs. Spike's gulps and runs after her. "Buffy!!" he yells, "Buffy! I only want to talk!" She ignores him and picks up speed heading towards the woods.
He tears after her and finally catches up to her. He pulls her towards him and tackles her to the ground. They land on the forest floor in a blanket of wet leaves. He sees her tears. "Stop.stop" she breathes. "Don't. please. go away." But she doesn't struggle in his grasp. She simply stays in his lap breathing hard, tears flowing. He drapes his arms around her, and she presses against him. Neither of them says a word. Comfortable silence envelopes them.
Author: darkflame. or just Steph ; )
Email: Stargurl006@aol.com
Pairing: Buffy/Spike
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None really. I kind of went off on my own.
Disclaimer: These really aren't my characters. but I can still pretend Spike is mine. lol.
Summary: Buffy is trying to decide whether or not she really loves Spike. It's mostly from Spike's point of view but Buffy has her turn too.
A/N: In this story, Spike is Buffy's very first lover. Forget her history surrounding Angel, it didn't happen here. Also I wasn't sure about the love scene, but I like it so. if you don't like that kind stuff then don't read this. To those of you who do. ::smiles:: it's pretty good, but not descriptive, so don't worry! Check the PG-13 rating. : ) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy leans into Spike's chest, as his arms pull her closer. She listens for his heartbeat but hears none. She pulls away her eyes wide and sad, tears threatening to fall. "What's the matter luv?" She breaks free of his embrace and turns away. "Nothing," she mumbles. Spike tries to turn her around and unwillingly she faces him. "Now come on, what's the matter Buffy?" He looks into her eyes, searching for what her mouth is reluctant to tell him. She sighs, "Spike I just can't get used to this." "This?" he looks at her hard, his features dropping, "What do you mean this?" Buffy turns away again and stares at the wall. "You," she says flatly. Spike can't think of what to say. He wants to kiss away all her pain but he knows Buffy won't let him. She never would. She always pulls away; just when things are looking good off she goes. He cries. Spike cries every time she leaves. The tears are dry but they are there all the same. It rips him to shreds how she plays with him, he only wished he could tell her. Spike wished he could tell Buffy just how much he aches for her. He has told her he loves her but it has changed nothing. Well it has changed some things but not the way Buffy always treats him, like he is beneath her.
"You, the way you are," Buffy continues finally, "The way I am." Her tears break the surface and then she breaks into sobs. "I j-just can't d-deal with it." She gets up shakily and starts towards the door. "Buffy!" Spike calls, "Please don't leave!" She doesn't turn around, "I-I have t-to, I just can't be h-here now." She opens the door slowly and then quickly goes out and slams it shut. He knows she's running, running away from him, and trying to run away from everything. He slides down in the bed and lies on his back. He stares at the ceiling trying to remember how many times this has happened.
Fury unfolds inside of him. He jumps up and begins to throw bottles and chairs and he yells. His face transforms into a vampire. A growl unfurls from the depths of his chest and he lets it echo in his crypt. He continues to throw and kick, yell and punch. But soon his energy is drained, not physically but emotionally. He falls against the wall and let's loose one last anguish cry before his face melts back into a man's. He sits on the floor and his shoulders heave. Then his eyes close with the weight of it all.
Hours later he wakes up from his half dream sleep. It was weird. Images are filtered passed his eyes but never slow enough for him to piece their meaning together. He believes they are simply fragmented memories he just can't decipher anymore. His human self died so long ago, it's a wonder he can remember anything at all.
Spike stifles a yawn, stands up and stretches, more out of habit then necessity. His muscles are a bit sore but the pain only flickers through his body before it fades. He looks about the room and is taken aback at how he trashed it. Most of his liquor bottles lay shattered on the floor. "Bloody hell," he mumbles to himself. Instead of trying to clean it up he grabs his leather jacket and stalks out into the night.
Outside the wind is wicked. It wipes against his cheeks sending shivers down his spine. You would think because he is a child of darkness he'd be numb to the cold by now. But no, that's what tortures him, the sun and the cold. He does relish the night though. Clouds blanket the moon and stars dot the sky. He doesn't notice. It's around midnight. He's hoping the Slayer will be around. It is kind of late but it wouldn't be a surprise to find her out here on patrol.
Luck. She's out. He can feel her coming. "Slayer?" he whispers. He knows by now she would have felt his presence too, he's very close, but he can't quite see her yet. Then all of a sudden she's right in front of him. "I knew someone." she trails off from vicious to soft, her head drops, "was out here," she finishes loosely. She begins to turn and he knows she's going to run again. "Wait!" this time Spike grabs her shoulder. She tries to shake it off. Anger drips into her voice, "Let.go of me!!" She wretches her arm free and runs. Spike's gulps and runs after her. "Buffy!!" he yells, "Buffy! I only want to talk!" She ignores him and picks up speed heading towards the woods.
He tears after her and finally catches up to her. He pulls her towards him and tackles her to the ground. They land on the forest floor in a blanket of wet leaves. He sees her tears. "Stop.stop" she breathes. "Don't. please. go away." But she doesn't struggle in his grasp. She simply stays in his lap breathing hard, tears flowing. He drapes his arms around her, and she presses against him. Neither of them says a word. Comfortable silence envelopes them.
