TITLE:  The Video
AUTHOR: Christy
FEEDBACK: Yes! Live for it.
E-MAIL: moneal@poboxes.com

WEBPAGE: http://www.members.tripod.com/allaboutspike/
SETTING: Sometime in the near future.
SPOILERS: Some rumors I've heard
RATING: R
DISCLAIMERS: Joss owns all, I own nothing. Except my soul. He can never
have my soul, unless he asks real nicely.
DISTRIBUTION: If you want it, it's yours, just ask me first, please.
DEDICATION: For Chen, because she understands.


"Spike?" A voice said softly, while gently nudging the door to the crypt open. "Is anyone home?"

She was surprised at how undamaged the upstairs of the crypt looked. It was obvious that Spike was

now sleeping up here, but everything else looked the same.

"Spike" she called a little louder, hoping he was there. She heard noises coming from the downstairs

and called down the ladder. A head appeared.

"Oh, I didn't hear you come in. What are you doing here, pet? I thought you'd skipped town

after the whelp left you at the altar."

"I did for awhile, but I came back. I had to get answers from Xander. I loved him with everything I had. 

I thought we were going to be together forever. I just don't understand what happened."

Anya's voice betrayed the tears she was trying so hard to hold back

Spike climbed the ladder and motioned for Anya to sit on the couch. "Did you get your answers?"

Spike asked.

Anya sighed, "No, not really. He said some stuff about his dad, about being a bad husband and

me regretting marrying him. But I don't know where he is getting this from. He knows we love

each other and he isn't his dad. I think he just doesn't really love me and is trying not to hurt me."

Spike nodded his head in understanding. "I don't know what he was thinking. Damn stupid of him

to throw a nice bird like you away, but then I never did think much of his intelligence."

Anya leaned her head back on the couch and closed her eyes, exhaustion evident on her face.

"I wanted to become a vengeance demon again. So I could hurt Xander the way he hurt me,

but I couldn't go through with it. I don't want to be a demon again, I want to be human.

Even if it means living with this pain."

Spike went to the refrigerator to get a couple of beers. He'd already had a lot to drink that night,

but it looked like Anya could use a drink. And he was never one to let a lady drink alone.

Anya continued speaking as Spike was getting the beers.

"So, I decided not to become a demon again, but I still want to hurt Xander the way he hurt me.

And I've come up with a perfect way to do it."

"Yeah? What's that, luv?" Spike asked as he turned around to bring her the beer.

"This." Anya replied, dropping her coat to the ground. She was wearing nothing under it.

"I thought to myself: who does Xander hate more than anyone? You, obviously. So what better

revenge than to sleep with the person he hates the most." As she was speaking Anya approached

a stunned Spike.  For once in his life, he was speechless. She removed the beer bottles from his hands

and led him to the couch. The ex-demon pushed him back onto the couch and straddled him. She

started kissing him, her tongue expertly exploring his mouth. Spike felt his body respond, the girl

really was beautiful and seemed so willing. Something he hadn't had in quite awhile. Anya kissed her

way down his throat, leaving a wet trail, while moving in slow circles on his lap. She felt his arousal and heard him moan

This was going to be easy, she thought.

Grabbing Spike's hand she placed it on her breast. The vampire started fondling her nipples making Anya

throw her head back as she felt her own arousal building. Spike took the cue and kissed her neck.

"Spike", Anya moaned.


Anya stood up and pulled Spike over to the sarcophagus. It was made up nicely, with pillows and a

comforter. She leaned him back so he was lying down and climbed on top of him. Unbuttoning his shirt,

she let her mouth follow her hands as she worked her way down his chest. Upon reaching his jeans she

started undoing the fly. She palmed him through the material and he bucked. The combination of too

much alcohol and what Anya's hands and mouth were doing to his body made him feel incredibly good.

Why not? he thought. I'm free, she's free, who are we hurting?  She slid his jeans down his legs and climbed

back on top of him. Here goes nothing, he thought.

Spike was ready to enter her, but found himself unable to. Buffy. Even if she didn't love him, he loved her.

He couldn't be unfaithful to that love, not yet. Maybe some day he would be ready, but today was

not that day. He gently grabbed Anya by the arms and pushed her away. "Anya, we can't do
this. We are both hurting, but we are both in love with other people. This isn't us, pet. You are a very

beautiful woman and I am very honored you would even think of giving yourself to me. But I respect you

and we both know we would regret this as soon as it's over.  I'm sorry, but you need to get dressed and leave."

Anya was temporarily stunned, but the truth of his words soon sunk in. She broke down crying.

"I just want to feel loved, to feel desirable. I feel like I'm nothing, like my whole world has ended."

"You're desirable. Look at me, I can't hide the fact that I'm turned on by you. And you'll be loved again.

If my heart wasn't already spoken for...."

Anya nodded her head sadly, picked up her coat and left.


Xander and Buffy were in shock. They couldn't believe what they had just seen on the screen in the nerd's lair.

They had finally found the hideout and expected to find information about their next plan, they had never
expected this.

Anya and Spike, their former lovers, naked, in each other arms. It was too much to comprehend.

Buffy felt as though the world was spinning. She couldn't seem to catch her breath. She seriously feared

she might pass out. Xander didn't seem to be taking it any better. The screen went blank just as Anya was

climbing up a naked Spike. They didn't need to see anymore, it was obvious where this was heading.

Buffy knew she had set Spike free, she knew he had every right to be with someone else, but the betrayal s

he felt was intense. "He said he loved me, said I was the best he'd ever been with. How can he do

this to me?", she mumbled.

"I thought she loved me. I know I screwed up, but I thought we could work it out", Xander sobbed.

"Oh God! Why does this hurt so much? I broke it off with him. I ended it. I should be happy he's moved

on, happy he'll finally leave me alone. Instead it feels like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. Why do I
feel this way? I don't understand."

"I love her, I love her so much. This can't be happening. I want to die."

Buffy heard Xander's words in the distance. That's how I feel, she thought. I feel just like Xander.

But Xander loves Anya, how I can feel what he is feeling? Over Spike. Oh no. "NO!!" She yelled.

"No, I don't love him. I don't! This isn't happening, none of this is happening." It was too late she realized,

too late to deny her feelings. She loved him, there it was. No more hiding.

"I have to see Spike. I have to tell him, I've finally figured it out." She ran out of the basement,

leaving Xander still standing there in shock.