Spike looked at the screen again rereading it for the third time. She died?! Why the hell did she write that? He shook his head feeling his temper begin to take over. She couldn't let us be together. Oh no! she had to keep us at a distance like always! Cor, he hated her holier than thou damn attitude, it was what was keeping them apart here and now in the Fucking book too. Grunting he looked back at the computer the real source of his pain. He felt like throwing the damn thing out the fucking window, that'd show her! The screen saver kicked in showing a picture of Buffy and Dawn laughing. The picture brought him back to the real world. He could already see her angry face yelling at him over her computer. Her noise would wrinkle up the way it always did when she yelled at him, and then she would punch him in his noise or worse. So he decided against it for now. He sighed still irritated looking at the screen again looking at the smiles on his girls faces. He slowly cooled down, maybe I should just bloody leave already. He moved the mouse, and once the screen came back he looked at the bottom left handed corner of the screen. There were 12 more pages that he hadn't read yet. Might as well finish it he thought to himself.

"We should…" Giles said bringing everyone out of there private pity fests. As Willow and Xander made there way to Giles the task of burring her became daunting. The Scooby's gathered around their fallen hero and lifted her up caring her to where her grave waited outside. It was a dark rainy day, it only seemed appropriate to Giles that the heavens wept for his daughter, he sure would, once they were done.

It was honestly a very short walk to where the grave had been dug, by magic. Willow drifted back to her thoughts over the day. She couldn't stand the thought Buffy being buried in the Earth, she didn't know how to handle all this. But as it had become all to real that she wasn't going to wake up anytime soon when Giles had bought a casket. She had finally let the reality of it all hit her. Buffy wasn't going to just wake up and complain about bed-head, not now, not ever again, she was gone. Willow had finally run out of tears at that thought, her face paled, she looked sick now. Tara had tried to console her trying anything and everything she could up with to try and bring a little life back into her girlfriend but she couldn't do anything to ease her love's pain.

Willow began to think about what was to come as she and Tara had slowly made their way to the Summer's house as Giles had told them to do earlier that day. They were going to burry her. She would need new clothes to wear since hers had been tore up when…,when…she would need a pretty, pretty black dress to wear. They already had a casket to lay her in. She would want to lay next to the large oak tree in Maple Court's Cemetery. It was her favorite place to rest during her nightly patrol.

Xander had long ago mentioned to the rest of the gang that Buffy had told him it was her favorite place in SunnyDale. There never seemed to be any vampires around that small tree. Mostly because it was close to Spike's crypt and he hated fledglings roaming around his home. So it was a safe place to rest a minute or two, but it was more to it than that that made it special, to Buffy. If you laid underneath the tree it seemed like you could see every star in the sky from right there. And that was why Buffy had truly loved about that spot.

That's when Willow knew what she had to do. She had turned away from the Summer's house just as they were walking up the steps and headed towards that tree. There really wasn't anything she could do for Buffy now but she would get her that starry view she loved. Chanting a spell for the Earth to move she dug out a grave for Buffy to rest in. When Willow completed the task she looked up into the darkened sky it was beginning to rain, Buffy would have her star view now she thought as rain drops slowly wiped down her face, those clouds would not ruin it for her. And somehow that made the pain lessen if only a little.

Dawn and Mrs. Summer's couldn't stop crying. Giles held them both to him, allowing their tears to fall on his shoulders. Mrs. Summer's had only asked one question after he had delivered the bad news and it had torn at his heart. "Did she…was she…in a lot of pain?" he knew what the answer was but spared her the pain by saying that it had been fast. Joyce seemed more crushed than she ever thought possible. Giles had once told her that the Slayer's life expectancy was very short. He knew she was well aware of that, they had spent so much time together after Wesley had messed everything up, by almost killing her. He would do anything to spare her the pain of losing her daughter he just didn't know how.

Joyce could still remember the conversation she had had with Buffy about what it meant to be a Slayer. Buffy rolled her eyes at her insistent questioning. "Look mom I'm the Slayer, and that means I'm the one that goes out every night and saves the world." Joyce nodded her head,

"Mr. Giles says that Slayer's don't live long." she had been so concerned about losing one of her babies. But Buffy didn't seem to let it bother her at all.

"Slayers, we all come with an expiration date. But don't worry mom, I'm pretty sure I'm a Cheeto." She looked at her daughter like she was crazy. "Cheetos last for like forever." she had then proceed to laugh so hard that she fell of the counter top. Dawn's loud sobs brought her out of her memories. Crying on Rupert she could only beg whatever higher power out there that she could have her daughter back.

Giles noticed the sudden increase in tears in Joyce. He wished he could bear all her pain for her. But she wasn't really the Summer's woman he was worried the most about, he was really worried about Dawn. When he had delivered the news she had started yelling and crying all at the same time. She was still yelling but not nearly as loud now. It was whispers now but no less venomous in nature, but it was still to incoherent to make out.

"he…sob…lied! …sob… you promised me! SOB…PROMISED!!" he held her tighter to his body as her body was racked with tears. Joyce held her tight to herself as well. Dawn had wanted this so many times, that her mom and Giles would hold each her and each other. For them all to be a family, but not like this. Not without Buffy. And it was all his fault!

Xander had spent the day holding his girls, being the solid rock for them to lean on. He had taken over for Giles at the Summer's house when he said he needed to do something. Anya had followed him around like a shadow all day. Clinging to him everywhere he went. He hadn't cried since he had carried Willow out of Spike's crypt. He had come home and told Anya what had happened. She had cried of course and he had held her. Telling her he loved her, over and over again like it was a mantra.

When Giles had called and asked Xander to take over for him Anya knew he would break. He was already on the verge of losing it just sitting there with her, there was no way he could handle an all out break down that Dawn would be going through. In her days as a Vengeance demon she knew all there was to know about pain and he was in so much it screamed to her very being. He needed someone to take care of him, and so she stood by him ready to pick up the pieces at a moments notice, hiding away her own grief for now to be there for him.

Giles had excused himself from the girls to do what needed to be done. He went and bought a casket, he managed to get it in the back of Xander's construction truck, that he had borrowed. He didn't know where to take it now though. How would he know where she should like to spend the rest of eternity. He had never asked her, and sitting there in the truck thinking it over now he was glad he never had. That would have been putting more stress on her than need be. She knew she was going to die early and he was so glad he hadn't been like Wesley and drilled it into her brain.

He finally decided that he would drive around and it would hit him. He had been driving for the last hour and a half now, and couldn't seem to find a place worthy of his daughter. He saw magical colors up ahead and instantly feared that the demon community had heard of her death, and were starting trouble. He drove faster hoping if it were true that he could take some out with the truck, that's when he made out Willow's outline. She was in Maple Court's Cemetery, dirt was rising mystically from the ground. There eyes met for a moment and he contemplated getting out of the truck to comfort her when he saw that her eyes were black he knew she needed her space.

Now he knew where she was going to be resting, but she wasn't ready for him to deposit the casket yet. So he made another lap around SunnyDale. He drove past the mansion on Crawford for the third time and, finally acknowledging its existence. Thoughts of Angel filtered into his head. That bastard caused so many problems for them. Oh how he wished he would have killed him the moment Buffy told him he was a vampire. Everything would have been alright then, Joyce, and Dawn wouldn't be crying. Yes everything would have been alright, but it was to late, now.

Wesley reached for the phone in his empty hotel room hoping that it was the Council finally returning his call so he could return home to England. He hated it here in this town and it was very clear this town hated him. He was surprised when he heard the small girls voice on the other end of the phone. The voice was barely above a whisper, but he made it out clear enough. "My sister's dead." he recognized the voice immediately. He had no idea what to say. He froze and the voice spoke again. "The funeral's is at 8." he didn't have a chance to speak as the phone on the other end hung up. He grabbed his jacket left the room, leaving the phone off the hook.

Everyone met at the Summer's house proceeding to the Cemetery. Wesley spotted the group and followed far behind them not wanting to upset anyone. Everyone was met with a strange sight, there was someone there already waiting for them. Giles had called Father Norton to come and say a few words.

"We are gathered here today to memorate the passing of Elizabeth Anne Summers." he was interrupted immediately by everyone present.

"Buffy." the look on there faces made it clear she was never called Elizabeth, he nodded his head in apology before continuing.

"Buffy was an extraordinary girl. Not because of her calling but because of the choices she made. She was to young to be taken from us. But as always it is not our place to question the powers that be. Perhaps they needed a true champion, elsewhere. We can never be to sure, but what we can be sure of was that she was loved in her life."

His words weren't good enough for her, and they all knew it as they listened intently. She deserved better. She should of had pretty words said about her, just as pretty as she had been. The tears had long since ended and they all felt as if they were disappointing her somehow now that no one could shed a tear at the moment for her.

Giles stood next to Joyce, he took her hand in his and she squeezed it taking strength from the contact. Joyce had her hand on Dawn's shoulder who was standing in front of her, looking like a ghost of the girl she used to be. Xander and Anya stood next to them holding each other in there arms, taking comfort anyway they could from the other. Wesley stood farthest away from the Summer's family. He needed to be there, she was still his Slayer when she had died. Looking over to where Mr. Giles was holding the girls he understood that she had never stopped being his Slayer, even after the Council had fired him. He knew they only reason he was excepted was because he was grieving as well for the loss of the girl, and they somehow understood and respected him for that. Finally Willow and Tara stood on the other side of the grave. Tara had attempted to hold Willow when Father Norton had started the sermon but she wouldn't have. Willow distanced herself from her, and Tara just stood there and hoped that Willow would eventually let her comfort her.

They all stood there wishing someone would say something. Father Norton had left an hour ago, and still everyone just stood there waiting. "Buffy wouldn't have liked having a Priest here." everyone turned in shock to look at Dawn. "She didn't believe in it." a smile appeared on Xander and Anya.

"Yeah she would of thrown a fit." Xander lightly joked, Anya stroked the back of his head.

"No holding back on the Slayer strength either." Willow said leaning into Tara's side. Tara's smile widened as she held her girlfriend in her arms which seemed like forever since the last time she had done it.

"What an impossible girl." Giles agreed. Joyce laid her head onto his shoulder. Giles snaked his arm around her waist trying to be her wall to lean on.

"Yes quite." Wesley said removing his glasses cleaning them. When he put them back on his face he noticed Anya waving for him to come join them and he felt as if he had finally became a member in there little band of outcasts.

"And if that didn't work she would start pouting." Joyce said in an almost happy tone, remembering how childish her eldest would be sometimes.

"th…then…threatening every…one." Tara said shyly added. Willow buried her head into Tara's shoulder trying to be strong. Xander smiled at that memory, she was always mad something it seemed.

"Why don't you all come home with us?" Joyce offered squeezing Rupert's hand for good measure to ensure he knew the invite meant him, everyone else seemed to smile at her offer. No one was ready to go home and return to their daily routine. Dawn felt some better at the idea of not going home to an empty house but that didn't make all the pain go away.

Giles smiled glad to have an invitation to stay and take care of them. He would of invited himself just so he could take care of them, and he wouldn't of taken no for an answer. He finally understood how Spike could stalk Buffy around so. Spike. There was the unmistakable smell of cigarette smoke in the air around them, and had been through out the whole thing. He was there, but keeping his distance from everyone. Giles spotted the swoosh of that black duster behind a crypt a hundred yards out or so. But he wasn't going to out him, he would reestablish himself in the group soon enough, Spike always did. Everyone slowly filtered out of the Cemetery.

As soon as Spike felt sure that no one else would be coming back he stepped forward. "Couldn't leave you, luv." he said looking down at the recently covered grave. "Sorry I know you hate it when I call you that." he looked thoughtful for a moment, remembering how angry she got when he forgot and let it slip. The tears just wouldn't shut off, he had made it all the way to LA and it wouldn't stop, he couldn't make it. He felt like he was betraying her by leaving her in SunnyDale while he wasn't there. He took a deep unneeded breathe and exhaled it. Looking down he felt empty inside, worthless. She had giving him meaning, what had he ever given her? Nothing, that's what. The tears stung more now as he thought about how he could of saved them both so much pain if he had just let her go the last time. But he couldn't, and she didn't either. He felt like the strong Spike was gone and all that was left was the broken poet.

"At first we when we met

We fought

We still fought to the very end

But now I must say goodbye

We never had our chance

It wasn't in the cards pet

It seems the house always win

Taking the young early

It never seems fair

But that's life right?

Standing here at your grave

I wonder…

If your feelings were the same?

If they were you hid them well

But if you didn't feel the same

Then why do all the things you did

Why treat me like a man?

When you know I'm a monster

That's what I am you know

But you never seemed to see me like that

I just thought you should know

That it meant something here

And it always will." Spike looked down wishing that the head stone said more. She saved the world a lot didn't do her justice. He didn't want her to ever be forgotten. He never would let be.

"I love you Buffy Anne Summers." Spike said heading back to his Crypt.

Spike couldn't understand why she would type that. He was more bothered now than he had been before he had read it. That wasn't really how she was going to end it was she?

Buffy ran all the way to the Magic Box, then as it finally came into view she couldn't seem to go into it. She had been having a good day, a way better one than she would ever have thought she would have had. Spike doing household choirs had made her laugh more today than she had since she had been called to be the Slayer. How could he do that? No off topic. Bad Buffy. Why cant you bring yourself to go inside the Magic Box? She took a deep breath and tried to will herself to go inside, but still her body refuse to budge an inch. She knew in the back of her mind why she wouldn't go in. It just didn't make sense though, why would she feel him? Pushing the thoughts out of her head she forced her body into the building. The bell rang as she opened the door.

"Welcome to the Magic, oh it's you." Anya said turning back to her work behind the counter as quickly as she could. Something about he former demon seemed off but Buffy just shook it off walking towards her. Anya seemed to really be interested in a speck of dust on the counter.

"Where is Giles?" Buffy asked surveying the shop that was completely empty. Anya didn't seem to notice her presence still wrapped up in the dust. "Giles? Where is he?" she said lifting the cash register above her head. Anya's eyes followed the box in terror locking one Buffy's eyes.

"He's in the back." she said taking the box from Buffy once she lowered it, she looked scared or sick Buffy notice, but who really knows when it came to Anya. Buffy nodded her head in thanks and walked to the back of the shop to find Giles. Opening the door to the training area she noticed the stacks of books sitting on the floor first. They were everywhere…Giles always kept this area book free for her. Something wasn't right. That's when she noticed the group of people staring at her. Buffy's eyes grew huge recognizing the group.

"Ms. Summer's." the British voice in what was meant as a peaceful greeting but it sent shivers down her spine instead. She hated that man with her very being, ok that wasn't true but she didn't like him at all.

"Giles what are they doing here?" she said ignoring the British man that spoke to her, walking straight up to her watcher. He was surrounded by books, and sitting next to him was two women one she knew way to well.

"They had information about Glory, otherwise I wouldn't have let them stay." Giles replied cleaning his glasses not looking at her.

"Look Buffy." another man spoke taking a step forward.

"Oh I am so not talking to you right now!" she snapped without turning around to address him. Her eyes stayed looked onto her watcher who wouldn't meet her gaze.

"Don't yell at Angel!" Cordelia whined sitting next to Giles. "He is just trying to help." she said meeting the Slayer glare for glare. Big mistake! Did Cordelia just think Buffy would forget?! You don't steal someone's boyfriend turn him evil to unleash him on everyone in this SunnyHell and have it all be okay. Sure Angel had killed the cheerleader, but that just didn't give her a free pass back into the Scooby's.

"If memory serves me correct vampire Slayer's kill vampires, Prom Queen. So keep your thoughts if you even have any to yourself." Buffy threatened. By this time Angel was standing in front of Cordelia in a protecting manor. The two vampires flaunting their "perfect" relationship in her face, Buffy just snapped.

"So she's a Slayer?" Gunn asked looking at the small blonde yelling at Cordy. She looked ready to fight and he felt sorry for his boss, but he did feel for the blonde. Angel did cheat on her, and then try to kill her…kinda, so…he didn't feel to bad. If they fought it would make the trip down here from LA worth it, even if they didn't kill this Glory chick.

"You can't talk to her that way, Buffy." Angel said his eyes turning yellow challenging her to fight or back down. Buffy threw the first punch sending Angel flying into the Training horse, knocking it over. Cordy who had picked up a fighting staff off the wall hit Buffy over the back with it, snapping it. Not really doing much damage to the pissed off Slayer. Buffy spin kicked her knocking the remains of the staff out of her hands. The staff flew across the room blearily missing hitting Wesley in the head. He seemed unfazed by as he answered Gunn.

"Yes, that's her." Wesley watched the fight, while his body went through inner turmoil over who he should help. Buffy had a right to act the way she did, but Angel paid his bills. So after much deliberation he whispered a cheer to the Slayer, as she sat on top of Cordy throwing punch after punch. Cordy's face had changed into her vampiric features. It just made it that much easier to wail on her.

By now Angel had gotten up from her attack, going behind her he lifted her off Cordy by wrapping his arms around her. Buffy's legs kicked mindlessly in the air.

"Buffy! I'm not putting you down till you calm down!" Angel grunted holding her firm off the ground. Cordy sat on the floor pissed that all Angel was doing was holding the freak, her features went back to normal. Buffy stopped kicking allowing her body to go limp in his arms. Angel let her feet touch the ground which Buffy jumped up off using the momentum to launch Angel over her shoulders when she landed on the ground again. Blood was spilling out his mouth meaning he bit his tongue, and a small smile crossed Buffy's face. Cordy was on her feet again walking over to Angel to help him up. They shared a smile that Buffy had once shared with him way back when.

"That's enough, children!" Giles yelled. Buffy took a few steps back.

"Hey Buffster, G-man!" Xander said entering the training room carrying a box of doughnuts in his hands. "Whoa why is Dead-Boy here?" he asked almost dropping the box. He took one look at Buffy and knew things were about to get bloody. Buffy gave another death glance at the two people she used to consider friends and walked over to where Xander stood near the door. Smiling she opened the box and took out a Jelly one and started to walk past him out the door.

"Buffy!" Giles called after her to stop her.

"No! If it's so important come by later Giles." she said turning to look at Angel. "Only Giles, no free invitations." she turned and left the room.

"I'm sorry." Anya said walking towards her. Buffy sent a smile heading out the door. Anya was right behind her. "Giles told me not to say anything. He only wants to kill her, to protect you, his heart was in a good place." she said trying to plead her case. Buffy stopped turning around she felt tired and drained when only minutes ago she was so full of life. What a difference those two vampires had on her.

"I'm not mad at you or Giles." she said laughing in her head at the idea she once thought she loved that brooding freak, once. What did Spike always call him? …Poofter, she heard Spike's voice in her head spit out. That thought mad her giggle out loud, Anya gave her a look like she was afraid Buffy had lost it. Maybe she had she thought, but if the way Spike seemed to be able to brighten up her day by just thinking of him was crazy? Then she understood why Dru was the way she was.

"I'm actually not that mad. But if I stay I know I will dust at least one vampire, and at this point I really don't care which one." she said feeling her strength go again. He always seemed to be able to make everyone around him feel bad, he had even done that when they were dating. Anya nodded her head turning around when she heard Xander Scream something about "Evil Vampires".

"Feel free to come back when Angel and his followers have left, Xander has doughnuts." she said in a cheery voice walking back into the building. The walk home was made at lighting speed, almost running really. Buffy didn't want to stick around there any longer than she needed too. The quicker she got home the quicker she got to an Angel Cordy free zone. Yep no invitations going there way anytime soon.

She yanked the door open, slamming it shut quickly after she was in the house. She slid down the door wishing she could just start her morning over and not answer the phone. Spike would have made her so happy, for a really long, long time too. She laughed a little thinking about the peroxide vampire.

The slammed door sent Spike jumping to his feet, yelped on the way up. He hadn't expected her home so early. Where was Rupert's unwavering speech giving when he needed it? He was so busted.

"Spike?" Buffy asked her head whipping around to try and find him. Spike stood in her room, looking around for a quick escape. It was still light out which meant the window was out and that was really the only way out, unless he decided to hide. And master vampires, like himself, didn't hide from Slayers. Sighing he made his way out of her room. He shouldn't of stuck around, it was a stupid plan, and she was going to kick his ass for it now.

"Spike!" she yelled but she sounded more hurt than angry. He walked down the stairs to see her sitting in front of the closed door. Buffy's heart raced the moment she felt Spike's presence in the house yet. Maybe her luck was changing.

"You alright pet?" he asked when he saw how shook up she was. Before he had a chance to react Buffy had flung herself into his arms. He stood there shell shocked for a moment before slowly wrapping his arms around her, trying to give her comfort. "What's wrong Goldilocks?"

"Bad memories." she said burring her head deeper into his duster clad shoulder. She loved it when he called her pet names, even though she yelled at him for doing it. It always seemed to make her stomach flutter. She tightened her grip on the vampire, and Spike had to close his eyes and try to think of anything he could to calm a certain part of his anatomy, before it got any ideas. Something must really be bothering her if she was letting him hold her. Something extremely bad, Giles! He had information about Glory, Spike was willing to bet it was bad news. "Do me a favor?" she asked not giving any sign of moving at all away from him at all.

"Name it." he immediately cursed himself for answering so fast. He maybe wrapped around her bloody finger but she didn't need to know that. He was so buggered. Buffy smiled, maybe she could make things right, like they had been earlier. She just needed to be brave and take the initiative. She smiled at the thought, she was going to have such a good day.

"Stay and keep me company tonight?" he stood there holding the Slayer in his arms the same woman that haunted his dreams every night and she wanted him to stay at her house with her. Now he knew the news was bad.

"I think I can handle that." he said releasing her from his hold, but she held strong. Look at that lip...gonna get it…what no stop thinking about that lip. There is bigger things to deal with right now, you'll snog with her later, you wanker.

"Great." she said pulling back from him, taking his hand in hers, she pulled him into the living room. She sat next to him on the couch and turned on the TV.

"What old Rupes have to say about her royal slutyness?" Spike said trying to get to the bottom of the problem.

"How bout we watch a movie, your choice." she said getting up and looking at the bookshelf that housed her movies. She was getting defensive but he knew better than to let her win. If she closed him out then he wouldn't be much help.

"Slayer?" he said lifting one of his eyebrows.

"How about Dracula dead and loving it?" she asked pulling the box off the self. He could see the irritated look on her face. Buffy hated when he called her that. The other names he called her always seemed sweet but, he called her Slayer way back when he used to want to kill her. She didn't like to be reminded of those days with him.

"Buffy?" he tried again not willing to let the subject go. She ignored him taking the movie out of the box.

"I love this movie. It always makes me smile." she putting it into the DVD player, before sitting back down next to Spike. He wasn't looking at the screen, instead his gaze was fixed on her. "I really don't want to talk about it Spike. How bout we watch the movie." She lifted his arm up wrapping it around her so that it rested on her shoulder as the movie started. "And we pretend this morning never got interrupted?"

Spike sat there stunned looking down at her. Did she just realize what she had said? She wanted to spend time with him like this morning? His smile grew when he felt her thread her fingers through his again as Van Helsing told the guy how to stake the girl. She must of forgotten to rewind the tape from the last time she watched it, but that didn't really matter to him. Spike felt like pushing his luck to see how far she was willing to go.

"When can I finish your massage then?" he asked with a leer.

"When the movie is done. I really want to watch it, with you." Spike's smile grew till it covered his whole face. He pulled her onto his lap, with no resitance from her, so that she was sitting across him with her back towards the end of the couch.

"And if I don't want to watch it?" he asked smirking as he leaned into towards her face.

"I guess we could do something else." she said slowly leaning in towards him.

"Something I want?" he asked licking his lips.

"And what do you want to do?" she asked in a teasing tone. He was so close now their noises were touching. He took in a deep breathe memorizing her scent forever.

"Angel?"

That brought Buffy out of her daze. "You want to do Angel?" she asked confused.

"No!" he shouted his eyes narrowed and his eyes flickered yellow for a second.

"Good cause that would be way to weird." she said in a teasing manor, not really noticing how mad he was. She playfully curled the hair at the back of his neck, which was the only hair that wasn't glued to his head with hair gel.

"Why do you have his scent on you?" he asked staring into her eyes. How could he have not have noticed that stench before. She reeked of him!

"You can smell him?" Buffy asked confused. Anger was all over Spike's face and this time she noticed. He wouldn't be taking anymore a Peaches casts off. Not now, not ever, he pushed Buffy off him causing her to hit the ground with a thud causing the chip to trigger.

"Ow!" she rubbed her butt looking up to see Spike hold his head. "Serves you right." she sat herself back down onto the couch next to Spike again this time keeping a little distance between them. Spike got up off the couch grabbed his blanket by the door and was out the door before Buffy could say anything. She got up just in time to see his figure disappear into the manhole.

"Aaahhhh!" she screamed punching a hole into wall by the stairs. After taking a few calming breathes she decided she'd hang a picture the hole for now and have Xander fix it later. He would do it for her and the wall would be good as new. Yep no problem here. She took another look at the door. No there was a problem. Why did I expect him to stay when no one else ever had. Do I have gullible tattooed on my forehead and no ones told me? Why do I keep putting herself out there?

"Yes Slayer I do want to shag you, but instead I think I'll pull an Angel and be a right wanker and leave you." she said doing her best to imitate Spike's stupid accent. She didn't like it anymore, nope not in the least bit sexy. She looked for a picture in the closet to hang over the whole.

"But Spike, I thought you said you weren't like Angel?" she asked in a childish voice as she addressed her other impersonation.

"Oh well you caught me. All vampires are pillocks who leave the girl hanging. But you should already know that, being the Slayer and all. So I'm going to prance away like a magnificent poof that I really am." she said mimicking the accent again, she was practically throwing picture frames in the small closet in her attempt to find one big enough to cover the hole.

"Yeah leave. You know while your at it you should screw Cordelia too!" she said in her normal tone, throwing a box full of pictures to the ground in the hallway. Something fell out of the box and she put the picture she had been holding down to retrieve the fallen object.

"That's what she does you know. Screws anything that…" She broke out into laughter when she finally go a good look at the item. She held Spike's lighter in her hand, he had insisted he had lost here the other day. Which had lead to that fight where she had mad Spike so mad his chip triggered.

Last Week…

"Fucking hell Slayer! I know you have it. So why don't you be a good girl and give it back to old Spike and I'll be on my merry way." Spike said while smirking looking at her like he was going to eat her. He didn't even look mad.

"I told you before I don't have your stupid lighter. So why don't you just leave before I sweep your ashes out the door." she said beginning to feel frustrated.

"Oh I get it. You want a piece of me around at all times. Is that it, pet? Cause I know something else I can give you to remember me by." his hands were in his jean pockets when he thrusted his hips at her. His tongue swept over his front teeth.

"Spike there is no way on the planet I would want that. Or anything else of yours. The last thing I need is a small vampire." she smirked back at him. She knew he would get the joke on his height, Angel was a lot taller than Spike. He met her stare even as she motioned with her fingers to measure out an inch.

"Ahhhhhh!" Spike hit the floor holding his head in his hands as he twitched on the ground. Buffy's instincts took over and she was on the ground kneeling next to him. Spike was wincing from the after shocks his hands covering his face. Buffy ran a hand through his hair in a comforting gesture. He slowly relieved his face. "New you were sweet on me, luv."

She laughed a little to make him feel better. Continuing to brush his hair. "Yep, I got a soft spot for vampires who want me dead." she joked as he slowly pushed himself to sit up.

"As long as your admitting things, wanna give me back my lighter?" he asked in a serious tone. Her hands tightened into fists and she stood up and slammed the door to go to work. As she was standing on the steps she heard him call. "You might as well give it back, the moment I ask the Nibblet she'll tell me where you've stashed it!" Buffy rolled her eyes going to work.

Buffy focused on the lighter again. "You better come back you stupid stuck in the 80's dork." she laughed at her weak attempt to make fun of him. Closing the closet when she found a picture of her mother holding her and Dawn when they were younger. She hung it over the hole, then slowly climbed the steps up to her room, she needed a shower. She didn't want to smell like Angel.

I hope you guys enjoyed that chapter. I know it was a lot of just the book in it but I promise it has a purpose. Trust me, I wouldn't steer you wrong. I'm also sorry you had to read my poetry, but I thought it was appropriate since mine sucks and William's is supposed to sucks too. I plan to start on the next chapter as soon as I can, so be patient. My thought process can't be rushed or it comes out as garbage. And that is not really what I'm going for here. Please comment on this so I know if I'm going in a good direction or not. And to you guys that have been commenting…..Jemma, chicavampira, Angel-hearts1, thistlespike, darklover, Gryffindor Drummer, Kara and Alyxx, Neostarangel, Onikasam, Carlene, and gaeliclassie. Thank you so very much. You have no idea what it means to me