Title: Lost in the Smoke
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He stood outside her house, hidden by the shadow cast by the large tree. The only signal of his presence to anyone passing by would have been the slight glow from the end of his cigarette and the slight radiance of moonlight reflecting off his peroxide hair, but nobody noticed, because nobody cared enough to look. He'd been there since before the light went out in her room. He knows that she loves him, but she's still hung up on the whole mortal enemies thing.
"So, nothing can love without a soul huh. I guess we'll just have to fix that, won't we luv?"
They were in the crypt, arguing again, while any number of evil creatures could be enjoying the night air since the Slayer was MIA to her slaying duties. Of course, all Spike was concerned with was making his point with Buffy, which he knew all to well was a lost cause, and Buffy still had no idea want she really wanted.
"Bloody hell luv, don't give me the 'I can't' excuse again. I've already got that one fucking memorized. Why won't you admit it, to yourself, to them? You love me. There is nothing wrong with that," Spike, declared to her, his face just inches from hers to make sure she couldn't turn away from the truth again.
"There is everything wrong with it. I'm the Chosen One, the one girl in all the world chosen to stand against the darkness. How can I do that if I'm sleeping with the darkness? I can't love you," Buffy was tired of fighting with him, and she couldn't decided if she wanted to release all her emotions by hitting him, or crying on his shoulder.
"You said can't, not don't. I love you, pet. Nothing else should matter."
"But you can't love me either. You don't have a soul. Nothing without a soul can love."
That had ended the discussion. Spike ran out of the crypt, slamming the door behind him, thinking only of the need to kill something. Buffy watched him go and quickly dismissed the idea that she had finally gone too far.
Spike threw down his cigarette and ground it into the dirt with the toe of his shoe. "I'll be back soon pet, then we'll see who can love you." He took one last long look at her window, turned, and walked to the DeSoto. Soon, Sunnydale was just a fading blur in his rearview mirror, well, if the windows weren't black it would have been.
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Buffy was woken up at eight a.m. by the shrill sound of sirens. The light from the early morning sun shone through the sheers on her window and fell across her. She lay there a few minutes, trying to choose whether to get up and see what was going on in her fair town, or just lie there and let someone else handle it for a change. There was only so much a slayer could take care of; besides, the Sunnydale police department should have to shoulder some of the work. She heard Dawn moving around in the hallway outside and decided that she had a way to find out what was happening without even getting up.
"Hey Dawn. When you go downstairs, turn on the news and see what is going on? What's with all the noise?" Buffy yelled at her sometimes bratty little sister.
"Okay Buffy!" Dawn screamed back loud enough and high pitched enough to make her sister wince, but then nothing was new about that.
She had just had time to wiggle back down into the covers and get warm again when she heard the television turn on downstairs. The channels audibly changed several times on its way to the news. All she heard were the words explosion and cemetery when Dawn gave out an earth shattering, "BUFFY!"
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I know this was short, but it's my first attempt at a multipart story so the chapters may be kind of short. Please R/R. I need all the suggestions I can get. Thanks. This should be updated later today or tomorrow.