A/N: Enjoy the new chapter! I'm hoping to include some more characters from Angel soon (Like Gunn and Fred before she gets stuck in Pylea). Review maybe?
After hours of searching, she had finally found a job at a diner. Sure the owner was skeevy, but it paid decently and the hours weren't too bad. Buffy was exhausted, the combination of the fight with Spike yesterday, wandering around Los Angeles, and lack of good food. She didn't realize how much she appreciated her mother's cooking until she had to do without. All she'd had to eat was a candy bar and a bag of chips from a gas station she'd passed on her way back to the motel. She wanted to wait until she had some more money, because as it was, she wasn't exactly swimming in cash. Who'd have thought living on her own would have been so stressful. Not to mention depressing, she thought as she tossed her jacket on the bed when she walked into her motel room. She really didn't want to go slaying tonight, or ever really, but she needed something to distract her. And you might run into Spike again . . . a part of her reminded herself. She was sorta shocked. She was probably only thinking that because beating the tar out of each other had allowed her to release a butt load of built up stress and tension.
Speaking of tension, she thought as she rubbed one of her shoulders. She was still sore, and her limbs felt all tense and ready for a fight. When she wandered into the bathroom, she set about cleaning off her foundation and pulling her hair back into a ponytail. She winced as her fingers passed over the cut on the back of her head. It was mostly healed, but still pretty tender. When she glanced in the mirror, she couldn't hold back the snort of laughter. The discussion with that cop earlier flitted through her mind. Ha! Spike, my boyfriend! No, if he was I would have killed him by now, her thoughts went where they usually did lately. Angel. She missed him, but it was her fault. She killed him. Sure, she saved the world, but did she get any recognition? No. Honestly, it seemed like she never did. She always got blamed for fighting and skipping class, and it's not like she could use the excuse, "oh sorry, I was out slaying demons that are trying to kill you all," nope, she just got detention. Or expelled.
Buffy shook her head and mentally slapped herself around a little. Self-pity was not becoming. As she headed back to grab her jacket and stakes, a knock at her door startled her. What was somebody doing knocking on her door this late at night? It had to be at least eleven. Sighing in irritation, she quickly gathered her jacket, slipped it on, and put her stakes in her pockets. Buffy peeked out the peephole and saw nothing, so she rolled her eyes and opened the door to reveal . . .
Nothing. Puzzled, Buffy peeked her head out and was surprised by a firm grip grabbing her and pulling her out the door, slamming it behind them. The figure easily picked her up and started carrying her away.
"Hey! What gives, you big lunk!" She complained as she got one of her arms free and bopped him on the head. He cursed and dropped her onto the pavement, but she regained her footing only a few seconds afterwards. Glaring up at her failure of a kidnapper, she was in for a shock.
"Spike? What the hell do you think you're doing? Wasn't it clear I don't like you by our little fight in the alley yesterday?" She asked him, her hands on her hips. God he is irritating. Attractive, but irritating. Buffy just kept on surprising herself, great, she thought he was attractive. She really needed to stay away from vampires. Spike crossed his arms across his chest and tilted his head, staring at her, as if he was trying to figure her out. Buffy couldn't suppress the shudder that ran through her; it felt like he was seeing right into her.
"I think you'd have to agree that was more than a little spat yesterday. C'mon you know you felt something. The fire, the passion, the intensity . . ." he trailed off, his eyes practically bore a hole through her and it made her shiver, and she felt a twinge of something else mixed in as well.
"You are still talking about the fight right?" She asked, not realizing it was spoken in a soft, practically whispered tone. A grin lit up his face when he recognized lust in her hazel eyes. She probably didn't even realize he could see it clearly in her expression.
"Don't know, pet, am I?" He asked her, deciding it would be fun to mess with the Slayer. It would at least entertain him before he killed her. He honestly didn't expect her to punch him. It was strong enough to make him stumble backwards. Before he could ever yell "bloody hell," she had punched him again. When she went in for a third, he grabbed her wrist and tossed her backwards. She sailed back and landed hard on the pavement. Spike wiped blood off his face from her punches and glared at her. She glared right back as she unsteadily got to her feet. Her headache she'd had earlier that day came back with a vengeance.
They stood that way for what felt like forever, just staring at each other, until Buffy broke the silence.
"What do you want, Spike? Can't I have some peace and quiet for once! I helped you get your ho bag of a girlfriend back, so go win her back or something," she told him, lashing out because at this moment she felt miserable. He was the last reminder she had from Sunnydale, and she wanted him gone. He was making it impossible to forget what she left behind, and she desperately wanted to make with the forgetting. At least for now.
"Yeah? Well lot of good that did. She left me. Said I was just too covered in you, so here I am, I don't exactly know why I'm here, but it was to escape from anything that reminded me of that bloody Sunnyhell, and then I run into you. Can't you leave me alone!" He yelled at her. God, he was pissed, and it was all because of this young . . . girl! He growled in irritation.
"I'm having this odd urge to beat you to a pulp right now, and I think I'm going to indulge it," Buffy commented with a shrug.
"Unless I kill you, of course, can't forget about that, kitten. I want you dead. Maybe Dru will take me back I bring back your head on a bloody railroad spike," he told her before they both settled into fighting stances, watching each other and waiting for who was going to make the first move. Spike kept his game face off for now; he wanted to drag out this fight as long as possible. They both waited for a few moments before, almost simultaneously charging at each other.
Spike went to elbow Buffy in the face, but she blocked it, and led the fight somewhere more secluded. The fight continued as they made their way to the back side of the motel, where nobody would see them trying to kill each other. Buffy kicked Spike in the chest, knocking him back against the wall. He grinned and charged at her, reversing the position. He slammed her back into the wall. This fight was much shorter than the last one, it was almost disappointing. She struggled against him as he stared at her. He vamped out and started lowering his head, until he caught sight of her slightly quivering lip, she was trying to hide her fear, but he could feel it from her heart hammering against her chest, and that slight tremor in her lips.
Before he could change his mind, he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her deeply. She didn't pull away; in fact, she returned it with a fervor that was surprising. I guess fighting gets her all hot and bothered too. At this close proximity, she could probably tell he got off on fighting. When the kiss started heating up even more, he shoved her, hard, against the wall before backing off. This would be interesting. Buffy brought a hand to her mouth, startled by what had just happened. Before she could say anything, Spike was leaving, his black leather duster rippling as he stalked away into the night. Just as he was about to leave her line of sight, he turned around, and while walking backwards, he blew her a kiss and winked at her before disappearing to do whatever vampires like Spike did at night.
Buffy fought the urge to scream in frustration. She slid down the wall and sat with her back against it. Burying her face in her hands, she sobbed. She didn't know why she had the sudden urge to, but something inside of her was broken, as made obvious in her desperation. She had kissed Spike, something was seriously wrong with that. She felt horrible about herself. Angel had only been gone a few days and she was already off kissing another vampire. She was a kiss slut.
Buffy stayed in that position for a few hours before she was able to get up and head off to bed. She was numb. After her tear-fest, she just felt empty. Sliding under the covers in her clothes, she closed her eyes and hoped that she could just forget about this night. About Spike. And about how badly she wanted to kiss him again.
