Just a little short and sweet perspective of the powerful scene in 'Dead Things' where Buffy finds herself drawn to Spike's crypt.
I could smell her, she was near, the smell of her was unmistakeable, her scent sending shivers down my spine and making the hairs on my neck stand up like soldiers on salute. I tilted my head to the side and sniffed deeply filling my nostrils, electric shockwaves darted down my body. I stalked slowly up to the door, I could feel her outside, hovering, waiting, unsure. I pressed my body to the door, I could feel her hesitate outside, mirroring me, we held it for what felt like forever. My blood took control and I swung the door open, stepped outside but she was gone.
I know he could feel me, sense me, I stood outside the entrance fighting with my emotions, disgust, wanting, need, lust, but there was always something deeper burning inside and he had seen it. I should just turn and walk away but he knew I was here now, he knew that once again I had found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I felt ashamed that he knew he was becoming my weakness, I ran my hand down the door feeling him on the other side. I wanted so badly just to go in but I couldn't bring myself to do it, I shouldn't be here, it's wrong, I'm wrong, he was right, I did come back wrong but some part of me knew that I was lying to myself because he made me feel alive even though I knew he was right, we're just a couple of dead things that belong in the shadows.