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Summary: What if Buffy fell in love with Spike and not the other way around? This is a fairly dark fic, almost exclusively from Buffy's third person POV. Her feelings for Spike quickly lead her to a dark side she yearns for. Spike, just like Buffy in the series, does not automatically fall in love with her. Set early season five. Black comedy? Hopefully.
IMPORTANT A/N: A few notes, mainly on the writing style. This focuses mainly on Buffy's feelings as told from her perspective. The series is closely followed, but I've deliberately mentioned the happenings only in passing so as not to stray from the main point, namely Buffy's obsession with Spike. I won't be retelling the whole season (exceptions made for a few very important scenes), so a knowledge of season 5 is essentail to understand some of the events going on in the background. I've seen too many promising fics ruined by a boring retelling of things we already know about. Also, this is very much a whim fic, and I may drop it at any time. I don't intend it to be long. As I said, I'll be skipping over many details with my artistic licence, details you'll probably need to fill in yourself (for example, I'm not going into detail about why Riley isn't for her, because you already know). I think if you just accept it as is, rather than say "But what about this-", it'll be more enjoyable. This is a very much experimental style of writing for me. If you can see any ways of improvement, or things you like, please point it out.
Warnings: Yes. Be warned.
The door to Spikes crypt flew open, crashing into the wall with enough force to bring some dust down from the ceiling. Its hinges were so rusty it didn't swing back. Buffy stormed in and cornered Spike against the wall, the blonde vampire having leapt to his feet as soon as she made the entry. She brandished a stake in her hand, letting Spike see it. He glared darkly at her. Her stance was different this time. This time, she meant it, he knew.
"You think I'm just gonna let you?" he dared. As if he could do anything about it. She pushed him against the wall and drove the stake home, fully intending to kill him. After his stunt tonight, trying to get the chip removed, she couldn't let him wander around anymore. Next time he might succeed.
Her attempt at slaying was foiled, her target having caught her hand, the stake just millimetres from his bare skin. He slapped the stake away from her and punched her in the face. She recoiled from the strike, then realised he hadn't doubled over in pain. Oh god…
He took a step forward and swung again, but Buffy grabbed his arm at the elbow and pulled him into a kiss. He was shocked, she could tell, but she deepened it. It was raw animal instinct. Gradually, he began to kiss back. She could feel an evil smirk developing on his otherwise busy lips. He lifted her up and pressed her against the wall, his hands reaching into her pockets to touch her in her most intimate areas, soliciting a throaty moan of pleasure.
"I want you, slayer…" he whispered, never ceasing his ministrations.
"Oh god!" Buffy gasped as she felt an orgasm building within her. "Oh god! I love you Spike!"
Buffy opened her eyes and shot up in bed, gasping for breath. Riley didn't stir beside her. She was sweaty and hot. Desire flushed between her legs, though it was quickly receding as another feeling, disgust, took over.
"Oh god…no…" she whispered as the horrible, undeniable realisation came over her. "Please, no."
She was in love with Spike.