Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Buffy the Vampire cast or Angel, as much as I beg....James Marsters and David Boreanaz are so HOT! Anyway, I did make up the plot and that's about it. A few things you need to know before you read this fic: 1. Buffy was brought back from the dead...she's just a little crazy. 2. I am also crazy. HEE HEE HEE! 3. February 5^th's episode is important to this fic. Enjoy the fic. Please R&R!
Buffy ran through the cemetery to get to Spike's lair as fast as she could. She didn't know why that the only time she felt alive was when she was with a dead man, but she kept coming back. No matter how horrible she felt afterward, she came back. She wasn't in love with him, he was everything she was supposed to hate, yet she could never kill him. She thought maybe she had come back wrong, and was terrified that she might be the same.
Spike on the other hand, was completely in love for Buffy, and wished he could do more to help her cope with the changes of coming back form the dead. He knew that Buffy needed him right now, even if it was just for sex. Spike would do anything for Buffy...and yet she kept pushing him out.
Buffy knocked on Spike's door, and he quickly opened it.
"Hey Buffy." Spike whispered.
"Shh. Don't talk." said Buffy as she leaned up to kiss him. Spike and Buffy's lips locked and they began to kiss strongly.
"I know she doesn't love me..." said Spike, to himself,"...but I love her so much...I want her to love me..."
"Why am I doing this? WHY! WHY! WHY?" She asked herself. She tried to pull away, but Spike pulled her in tighter to him. Buffy, in shock, pulled away. "What are you doing?" she yelled.
"Come on, Pet. You such a bloody tease! What do you want?!" Spike asked. "Do you love me?"
"..."
"Well do you?"
"...NO! I could never love you! I am the slayer...I kill vampires...and that's just what you are! I don't know WHY what happened between you and me happened, but it will never happen again! You are a vampire, me, a slayer!"
"Well, ya went out the bloody poof Angel! He's a vampire!"
"And do you see where THAT got me? Me sent to hell, Angel sent to hell...and...IT JUST DOESN' WORK! DON'T YOU SEE THAT! YOU ARE A VAMPIRE!" Buffy yelled and stormed out of Spike's lair with tears in her eyes.
"Well... your not stayin' then?" Spike asked.
Spike turned back into his lair, closing the door. He turned on his antique, dusty TV and sat on the only piece of furniture in his lair, a black, leather recliner.
"If...only....I weren't a vampire....." Spike said quietly. He sat there thinking for over an hour, and then though of a idea. "The guy that made me the Buffy `bot...maybe that bloke can help me ..." Spike grabbed his duster, flung it on, and walked swiftly out of the lair into the graveyard.
What do'ya think? Yeah...I know...I cannot give justice to Spike's wonderful British accent. Please R&R...well, if you got this far, I hope you read it so...please review...thanks! I will add more chapters as soon as I finish my poetry essay.
Buffy ran through the cemetery to get to Spike's lair as fast as she could. She didn't know why that the only time she felt alive was when she was with a dead man, but she kept coming back. No matter how horrible she felt afterward, she came back. She wasn't in love with him, he was everything she was supposed to hate, yet she could never kill him. She thought maybe she had come back wrong, and was terrified that she might be the same.
Spike on the other hand, was completely in love for Buffy, and wished he could do more to help her cope with the changes of coming back form the dead. He knew that Buffy needed him right now, even if it was just for sex. Spike would do anything for Buffy...and yet she kept pushing him out.
Buffy knocked on Spike's door, and he quickly opened it.
"Hey Buffy." Spike whispered.
"Shh. Don't talk." said Buffy as she leaned up to kiss him. Spike and Buffy's lips locked and they began to kiss strongly.
"I know she doesn't love me..." said Spike, to himself,"...but I love her so much...I want her to love me..."
"Why am I doing this? WHY! WHY! WHY?" She asked herself. She tried to pull away, but Spike pulled her in tighter to him. Buffy, in shock, pulled away. "What are you doing?" she yelled.
"Come on, Pet. You such a bloody tease! What do you want?!" Spike asked. "Do you love me?"
"..."
"Well do you?"
"...NO! I could never love you! I am the slayer...I kill vampires...and that's just what you are! I don't know WHY what happened between you and me happened, but it will never happen again! You are a vampire, me, a slayer!"
"Well, ya went out the bloody poof Angel! He's a vampire!"
"And do you see where THAT got me? Me sent to hell, Angel sent to hell...and...IT JUST DOESN' WORK! DON'T YOU SEE THAT! YOU ARE A VAMPIRE!" Buffy yelled and stormed out of Spike's lair with tears in her eyes.
"Well... your not stayin' then?" Spike asked.
Spike turned back into his lair, closing the door. He turned on his antique, dusty TV and sat on the only piece of furniture in his lair, a black, leather recliner.
"If...only....I weren't a vampire....." Spike said quietly. He sat there thinking for over an hour, and then though of a idea. "The guy that made me the Buffy `bot...maybe that bloke can help me ..." Spike grabbed his duster, flung it on, and walked swiftly out of the lair into the graveyard.
What do'ya think? Yeah...I know...I cannot give justice to Spike's wonderful British accent. Please R&R...well, if you got this far, I hope you read it so...please review...thanks! I will add more chapters as soon as I finish my poetry essay.