Some Mistakes are Too Good to Make Only Once

By Thalassa

Author's Note: This takes place after the episode "Hells Bells" but before the upcoming episode "Normal Again." It may contain spoilers through "Hells Bells" and some insight into "Normal Again." It is Buffy/Spike, but with a major twist. I hope you like it, but flames aren't welcome. If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.

Disclaimer: Now, I don't own any of these people, but I wouldn't mind owning a few of them *hee hee* Anyway, nor do I own the situation I am now subjecting them to, that belongs to Cammila. I just wrote it! So, now, on with the fic!

P.S. I do own 1 person, but you never learn his name. :)

Chapter 1

Their lips met in a passionate caress as they fell into each other. All around was silence; watching and waiting. The moment seemed to go on forever as she gave in...Then, her eyes flew open in realization and she shoved the trench coat clad vamp backward into a tombstone.

"Spike!" Exclaimed the flustered Slayer. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"What are you doing?" Retorted the Scorned One, as he regained his footing and returned to face her.

Buffy's features tightened more, if that were possible. "Not you." Was her only reply as she pushed past him.

Spike grabbed her arm as she moved past. "Buffy, don't walk away from me."

"Let go of me, Spike." She said gravely.

Mist billowed around their feel as the platinum-haired bloodsucker turned her around and pressed his form to hers. "Make Me." He breathed, his voice sultry smooth.

"I meant it before and I meant it now, William."

Spike's face softened into a kind of sad fondness, and when he spoke his voice was gentle, almost soothing. "Buffy. You don't mean that."

"Yes, I do." She interjected.

"No you don't Buffy." He said, more firmly. "I feel it when I touch you. I see it in your eyes." He sighed. "Buffy," He looked deeply into her eyes for a moment before continuing. "What do you feel right now?"

She looked into his eyes for a long moment and it seemed as though she wouldn't answer when she did just that. "Cold." One word. She placed her hands on his pale face. "So do you." She commented. He looked on steadily.

"Do I make you that way, pet?"

"The chill of death makes me that way, Spike." She said, as though ending a dissertation. "And you're smothered in it."

"So are you." He said in his defense.

"Yeah," she said, lowering her arms. "But I am a bringer of Death, Spike. It's my gift. But I will not sleep on a bed of bones.*" With that she turned and left. Spike made no effort to stop her.

"Cut!" Yelled the Director, Rick Rosenthal. "That was great, Sarah! James, you were beautiful!..." His voice slowly faded as a shadow behind one of the trailers began to move away from the scene.

*How interesting* he thought. *I've seen these people before. Only, they were whom they pretend to be.* He smiled to himself and pulled from one of his pockets a small, non-descript white stone. As he turned it slowly in his hand, he spoke softly. "I'll have my fun and then we'll see just how foolish these mortals be.**"

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So, did you guys like it? What do you think so far? I need input people! Good input!

*This is a quote of the season finale of season 4. Buffy said this to the Original Slayer.

**This is a play on the words of the master of word play, William Shakespeare. It's a quote from my favorite play, A Midsummer Night's Dream. It's reads "Lord, What fools these mortals be"