Buffy sighed softly as she did her nightly patrol.
Things weren't so bad when the sun went down. OK, so maybe the darkness
was a bit un-settling at times, but it was still better.
It was late. After two in the morning.
Nightmares had chased her from her warm bed and out into the cold night
air, looking for something to fight. Something she could take her
frustration out on.
She didn't sleep much anymore. Not since she had gotten back.
It was that fear of waking up in a coffin again. Of feeling those small
legs crawling over you, knowing they had been eating your rotting flesh
just moments before.
Buffy wondered if she would ever be the same again.
No. She didn't think so.
Everything was just so hard here, so hateful.
Death poured out of everything, she could smell it in the air, choking
on it when it got too strong.
Things were quiet tonight.
She wondered if all the vamps had already come and gone. Already back
home in their own beds.
Where she should be.
She found her way to his graveyard eventually.
And she had to stop for a moment, wondering when it had become *his*
graveyard. But it didn't matter. Nothing seemed to matter anymore.
Buffy regarded the many graves before her.
She had been buried here.
A shiver wound its way through her bones, making her wish she had been
smart enough to grab her jacket in her rush to get out of the house.
"What are you doing out here so late pet? Shouldn't you be at
home, fast asleep?"
She turned around to regard the British vampire who had wormed his way
into her town a few years back, intent on killing her.
Now, he only wanted to love her.
Fine line between love and hate. They are always saying that.
"Just patrolling." She shrugged.
Buffy started walking again and he followed her.
But she didn't mind. Although she would never admit it, she liked it
when Spike was around. He seemed to be the only person who understood
what she was going through. Who didn't expect her to just leap back
into the swing of things.
She stopped, and he stood beside her.
Watching her, wondering what she was thinking.
Buffy turned towards him and he could see the pain and confusion in
her eyes. He knew what was coming.
She kissed him deeply and he returned her kisses.
He could make her feel things when no one else could. And she was sick
of not feeling. Sick of being numb to everything.
Maybe he wasn't half as bad as she thought he was.
Maybe loving Spike wasn't as bad as everyone made it sound.
All she knew was that she would be all right as long as he stayed here
with her. As long as she had him here to talk to and love, then maybe
she would be ok.
Things weren't so bad when the sun went down. OK, so maybe the darkness
was a bit un-settling at times, but it was still better.
It was late. After two in the morning.
Nightmares had chased her from her warm bed and out into the cold night
air, looking for something to fight. Something she could take her
frustration out on.
She didn't sleep much anymore. Not since she had gotten back.
It was that fear of waking up in a coffin again. Of feeling those small
legs crawling over you, knowing they had been eating your rotting flesh
just moments before.
Buffy wondered if she would ever be the same again.
No. She didn't think so.
Everything was just so hard here, so hateful.
Death poured out of everything, she could smell it in the air, choking
on it when it got too strong.
Things were quiet tonight.
She wondered if all the vamps had already come and gone. Already back
home in their own beds.
Where she should be.
She found her way to his graveyard eventually.
And she had to stop for a moment, wondering when it had become *his*
graveyard. But it didn't matter. Nothing seemed to matter anymore.
Buffy regarded the many graves before her.
She had been buried here.
A shiver wound its way through her bones, making her wish she had been
smart enough to grab her jacket in her rush to get out of the house.
"What are you doing out here so late pet? Shouldn't you be at
home, fast asleep?"
She turned around to regard the British vampire who had wormed his way
into her town a few years back, intent on killing her.
Now, he only wanted to love her.
Fine line between love and hate. They are always saying that.
"Just patrolling." She shrugged.
Buffy started walking again and he followed her.
But she didn't mind. Although she would never admit it, she liked it
when Spike was around. He seemed to be the only person who understood
what she was going through. Who didn't expect her to just leap back
into the swing of things.
She stopped, and he stood beside her.
Watching her, wondering what she was thinking.
Buffy turned towards him and he could see the pain and confusion in
her eyes. He knew what was coming.
She kissed him deeply and he returned her kisses.
He could make her feel things when no one else could. And she was sick
of not feeling. Sick of being numb to everything.
Maybe he wasn't half as bad as she thought he was.
Maybe loving Spike wasn't as bad as everyone made it sound.
All she knew was that she would be all right as long as he stayed here
with her. As long as she had him here to talk to and love, then maybe
she would be ok.