Chapter Four
A/N: Sorry I havent updated in such a long time. Been really really busy.
"No. No way. Spike is not going to train you." Said Angel.
"Excuse you Mr. Hair Gel," Buffy started and Spike bit back a laugh, "but you have no say in the matter, so stay out of this." Buffy turned to look at Spike. "What do you say? Will you train me?"
Spike looked around at everyone else in the room and smirked. "Sure, pet," he said standing up and walking over to her. He placed an arm around her shoulders and looked at everyone else. "I'd love to train you, Buffy."
"Why do you want to train with Spike and not me?" Asked Angel.
"Because so far, he's the ONLY one whose told me the truth. The only one who said I had a choice. Why wouldn't I want to train with him?" Buffy snapped.
No one said anything.
"Exactly. So back off." she said and walked out of Angel's office.
Spike went to follow her, but Angel grabbed his arm. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I'm trainin' her."
"No you're not. I know what you're up to, Spike. And I swear to god I'll kill you if you try to take advantage of her." Angel growled.
Spike smirked. "I don't need to try, mate. She already wants me. Always has and I guess she always will." Spike was met with a fist to the jaw. "Yeah, that's bloody mature." he said rubbing blood from the corner of his mouth.
Angel turned and was also met with a fist to the face. "What the hell was that for?" he said, shocked.
"Don't hit Spike!" Dawn said.
"Ha." Came Spikes voice before he vanished out the door to find Buffy.
Not finding her anywhere on the main floor, he took the elevator up to the 7th floor. Knocking on the apartment door, he waited for her to answer. He knew she was in there. He could smell her. He knocked again. Still no answer. Getting a bit worried, he walked in, closing the door behind him.
"Luv?" He said when he saw her standing with her back to him.
"Hmm?" She kept her back to him as she stared out the window, her arms wrapped around herself.
"You alright, pet?" he asked, walking up behind her. Buffy sniffled and Spike placed a hand on her back as he moved to stand beside her. "Tell me what's wrong, luv."
Before he knew what happened, Buffy was pressing herself against him, her head on his chest and clinging to his shirt, which was, at the moment, being soaked with tears. Feeling her shake brought him out of his shock and he wrapped his arms around her. Running his hands up and down her back, he held her tight against his body. He heard a mumbling but couldn't understand any part of it. He cocked his head to one side to get a better look at her. He brushed some hair from her face.
"What was that, luv?"
Buffy sniffled again and looked up at him through tear drenched eye lashes. "I don't want to die, Spike." She whispered.
"You're not goin' to die, luv. I'm goin' to train you."
Buffy didn't say anything. Closing her eyes, she held onto the front of his shirt, burying her face in the crook of his neck. "Promise?" she mumbled.
"Yes, pet, I promise. You'll always be safe with me, Buffy." He whispered.
Buffy smiled sadly. "A vampire promising to protect a slayer. We must have one hell of a past."
"That we do, pet. That we do."
Spike held Buffy as she cried for what seemed like hours. When she stopped sniffling, he looked down. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was steady and slow as if she had fallen asleep. He ran the back of his hand across her cheek and smiled when she moved into him more. Doing his best not to wake her, he carried her down the hall to her room. She was tiny. She had always been small, but he never remembered her being this small. They're bodies still fight perfectly together and he found his mind wandering to all the times he would wake up with her in his arms. Smiling at the memories her often thought of, he placed her down on the bed. Taking his duster off, he placed it over her small form and crouched down beside her, running a hand through her hair, down her neck and down her body until he reached her hip.
"G'night, luv." he said and placed a kiss on her temple.
"G'night, Spike." Spike heard Buffy mumble before he closed the door.
The next day, Buffy was to meet Spike in the Wolfram & Heart training arena. Getting dressed in a pair of black yoga pants with a green fold over waist, a matching green sports bra and matching black shoes. After tying her hair up in braided pigtails, she made her way to the training arena. Blowing a large bubble and popping it loudly, Buffy looked around the room. A long table with a variety of weapons on it, stood straight across from the door. A training bag hung from the ceiling in the corner and giant blue mats lined the walls. On the other side of the room waited different gymnastics equipment, surrounded with more blue mats. Looking up, she saw multiple sandbags, all of which were bigger than her and looked as if they were set up to swing down into the arena. Feeling nervous, she swung her arms, clapping her hands each time they moved in front of her, and walked around the room. Chewing on her gum loudly, she blew another large bubble and let it pop…loudly.
Angel, Giles, Dawn and Spike watched Buffy walk around the room from the viewing area above. They all had their arms crossed. Giles took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose when Buffy wandered over to the weapons table, picking up a large sword and almost falling over due to it almost being heavier than her.
"This is going to take a while." Dawn said.
"I wonder if she was this inexperienced when her first Watcher taught her." Said Angel.
The four of them continued to watch Buffy as she struggled to get the sword back on the table. When she finally did, she moved down the row of weapons, looking at each one. Lifting an eyebrow, she looked around to make sure no one was looking and picked up a crossbow, she quickly figured out how to load it and looked around once more to make sure no one was there.
"What the hell is she doing?" Said Dawn as they watched Buffy hold the crossbow up and look through the aim. Then she moved it around, taking a better look at it.
All of them jumped when Buffy accidentally pulled the trigger, sending the arrow straight into one of the large sandbags hanging from the ceiling, causing it to spill sand down into the arena. Buffy watched with wide eyes, mouth slightly open in shock, still holding the crossbow. She quickly put the crossbow back on the table.
"I should probably get down there." Spike sighed and walked out of the room.
A few minutes later, he walked into arena. "What happened to the sandbag, luv?" he asked, trying not to smirk.
"Uh…it was like that?" Buffy suggested.
Spike chuckled. "Let's get started."
"What do we do first? Maybe some weapon training?" Buffy said excitedly picking up the crossbow again and spinning around.
"No!" Spike said moving out of Buffy's aim, remembering the sandbag. "No weapons yet." He said, taking the crossbow from her and placing it back on the table.
"Okay…oh! What about the balance beam?" She asked, bouncing on her toes.
"No. You were a cheerleader, you already know balance."
"Well what about the rings? Or the spring board? Or the uneven bar thingys?" She asked looking over the gymnastic equipment.
"No, you're not strong or fast enough for those yet." Spike said from behind her.
Buffy started to turn back to Spike. "Then what are we….OW! What the fuck, dude!" Buffy yelled as Spike punched her. She held her hand on her jaw. "You hit me!"
"I know."
"Why!"
"You need to learn how to dodge first." Spike said.
"But you hit me!" Wined Buffy.
"You didn't dodge."
"So you hit me!" Buffy squealed.
Up above, Angel and Giles watched in horror as they saw what their greatest slayer had become and Dawn laughed uncontrollably. Wiping her eyes, she tried to calm herself down.
"Oh, my god. That was good. 'You hit me!'" Dawn mimicked and walked out of the room, laughing again.
Angel and Giles watched her leave, then looked back down in the arena.
"You need to learn to dodge, Buffy!"
"Just because I can't dodge doesn't mean you can hit me!"
Spike wanted to choke her. "That's exactly what it bloody means!"
"Oh whatever!" Buffy said and began to pout.
"Don't you whatever me!"
"What…ever!" She turned around, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Luv…" Spike said, trying to regain his temper. He reached out to touch her shoulder, but she pulled away. Spike sighed. "Fine, be a brat."
Buffy turned around and stared at him, her bottom lip jutted out in a serious pout. She huffed and cracked her knuckles. Spike heard it and raised an eyebrow, getting nervous. He licked his lips.
"Now, now, luv. I didn't mean it…" He said cautiously.
Buffy raised her fist and hit him in the jaw, sending him back a few feet into the pile of sand. "I can't believe you hit me!" Buffy yelled. "And then called ME a brat! I am not a brat!"
Spike watched Buffy storm out of the room, slamming the door behind her, causing left over sand from the sandbag to fall from the bag and onto Spike. What did I get myself into? Spike asked himself as sand rained down on him.
