A/N: Hey guys, i know it's been ages since i update but school is hectic at the minute. Anyway here is a new chapter. If you like then plz,plz,plz review. I love to hear what you think.
Chapter 8: The Test
It had been a little over a month since Buffy and Spike had slept together and Buffy was glad that Drusilla was still none the wiser. She had been so happy that day, she and Spike had spent all day in bed, talking and making love. It had been the best day of her life and she had actually felt herself feeling glad that Spike had saved her life.
It had turned sour later though, after Spike had gone when Drusilla got home. About an hour or so later, Drusilla had come down to the basement and beat here badly. Again all the bruises were mostly on her arms and legs. A few on her back, but all in places where they could be hidden, after all, Drusilla couldn't exactly have Spike seeing the marks. And Buffy didn't want him to either; she wanted it all to go away. Even though that had brought her down some, she still felt happier in a long time. Being with Spike had felt so good and right and special. And nothing could take that feeling away from her.
It hurt to watch him go back to her mom, of course it did, but knowing that he cared for her and wanted her took the edge off the hurt. They hadn't slept together since. But they had shared many kisses. In fact, any time they could get together for a make out session was grabbed. And there had been many. And Buffy didn't feel a bit guilty; she didn't see why she should feel guilty about falling for someone. Fine, he was her mom's boyfriend, but her mom treated her like shit, so she didn't feel guilty. She wasn't so sure about Spike though.
She laid her head on her desk, she was sitting through double English but she really didn't want to be there. She felt really yucky. She had been sick for the past week or so, it was constant. She felt like her stomach was being turned inside out, she had never felt so bad in her life.
Willow watched as Buffy's head hit the desk, she was worried. She had never seen Buffy look so unwell in all the time she had known her. Even since all the crap with Drusilla had started, even though Buffy's appearance had gone downhill a little mostly because she had to wear clothes that would hide the bruises, even since then Buffy hadn't looked this bad. There were days when she didn't look well because of the stress of it and whatnot but she had never looked ill. But she did today.
Buffy looked up from her desk, she felt very faint. Sitting in the class she felt like she would pass out. She sat for a few moments, her stomach was turning, she kept sitting trying to wish the sickness away but it wasn't working. She raised her hand,
"Yes Buffy," the teacher acknowledged her
"May I be excused?" she asked weakly.
The teacher seeing how unwell she looked nodded that it was ok and before anything further could be said, Buffy rose from her seat and ran from the class with her hand covering her mouth.
Willow watched her run out and only became more worried. She needed to know what was going on.
"Excuse me, may I go and check on Buffy?" Willow requested
The teacher thought for a moment before saying, "well she didn't look very good so yes, I suppose that would be a good idea. On you go."
Willow gave the teacher a small smile of thanks as she gathered both her things and Buffy's and left the class, she had a feeling they wouldn't be back that period.
Buffy was leaning over the toilet throwing up when she heard the bathroom door creak open. She groaned inwardly hoping that whoever it was would leave quickly. She finished throwing up and leaned back against the stall door, and held her breath waiting for whoever was there to leave. And then she heard her name
"Buffy, I know you're in here so answer me," Willow ordered.
Buffy sighed, "I'm ok Wills," she said through the door.
"You don't sound ok, Buff, you sound pretty not ok. Buffy you are never sick. Even with how bad things have been for you lately I still have never seen you sick. So are you going to tell me what's wrong?"
Buffy stood up, she walked out of the stall Andover to Willow, she took one look at Willow and burst into tears,
"Oh god, Willow I don't know what to do."
Buffy sat on the edge of the bath, thankful that nobody was home. As soon as Buffy had told Willow the whole story, Buffy had been ushered out of school and home, just a quick pit stop being made on the way. And now she sat waiting, and while she did she thought back to that afternoon, she looked at the timer she had a few minutes to wait.
Spike kissed her softly, kissing his way down her body as she arched into his touch. She moaned at the sensations he was causing. She wasn't a virgin but she had never felt this way before. He placed himself at her entrance and pushed gently into her, causing both of them to moan. He took his time, both of them savouring every move and every sensation. She met his every thrust, moaning at the feel of him inside of her. It felt right, they moved at a steady pace until they came together moaning each other's name.
Buffy was startled as the timer went off. This was it, now was the time to find out just what the consequences of the best day of her life had been. She took a steadying breath as she picked up the small wand, for a moment she couldn't bring herself to look at it. But she knew that she had to, so gathering up all her courage she looked down. And again she cried.
She left the bathroom and went down to the basement where Willow was waiting, she handed over the test and sunk to her knees, overcome with tears once again.
Willow looked at the two thin blue lines that said Buffy was pregnant; she kneeled down beside her best friend and put an arm around her.
"Buffy, I'm sure it'll work out. I am sure that when you tell Spike-"
"Spike," Buffy cut in "Oh god, Wills how am I going to tell him. He will freak out."
"Buffy he cares about you. I am sure that he will stand by you."
Buffy smiled, "yeah I hope so. I love him so much Willow."
"Well then you have to talk to him."
"Yeah, mom is working tonight because it's Friday so I'll tell him then. Thanks Wills," Buffy said with a watery smile.
"No problem, Buff."
Buffy prepared all day for how she was going to break the news to Spike. She had decided to be straight and to the point. To simply get it over with, it was the best way she knew. She wouldn't be able to tell him if she put it off. So, about 7 o'clock after she heard her mom leave for work she headed upstairs. The same way she had every Friday since that day. Spike was waiting for her in the living room. For some reason he looked just as nervous as she did.
When she went into the living room he greeted her with a kiss, a soft kiss that felt perfect to Buffy. She sat down on the couch and waited for him to sit beside her. He did so and soon they were caught up in a heavy make- out session. Spike was unbuttoning Buffy's blouse but alarm bells went off in her head and she pulled away. Not only because of the bruises he would see but also because she knew that if she started something now then she would never tell him.
He looked at her curiously.
"We need to talk," she told him.
"Yeah we do, I was just hoping that we could wait until later."
"No, we should talk now, Spike I love you," she said softly.
"I love you too, but there's something I need to say."
Buffy felt anxious, she didn't know if she could wait to tell him it was really starting to make her nervous. But she waited for him to say what he wanted first.
"I don't think we should do this anymore."
Spike took in Buffy's shocked and hurt look. He hated seeing it, but the situation had been eating him up inside. Having to sneak around, he hated. And he cared about Drusilla, he really did. And even though Buffy was 18 and they weren't doing anything legally wrong he still felt like they shouldn't be doing what they were doing. She was still so young after all.
"Luv, I'm sorry. I'm not trying to hurt you I really do love you. But I care about your mother too. Buffy you are still so young, too young for this. And I just can't hurt your mother. She is a good person and she means a lot to me. As much as I love you, I don't want her to end up hurt. And there is almost ten years between us in age, that is a lot. And it just shouldn't be happening. I'm sorry."
Buffy held her tears back; she couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had been worried about what his reaction to her news would be but she had slowly been coming around to the idea. She could see them as a family, she could see some real happiness in her future and then he had snatched it away. But she wouldn't cry, she would never let him see her cry, not again. She had opened up to him, leaned on him and he had thrown all that back at her.
"I have to go," she said standing up.
"Buffy, luv," he said standing up
"No, Spike," she said through gritted teeth, "you made your decision and that's fine. It's your choice, but I have to go away, and just be away."
She left the room and then the house, Spike staring after her.
"I love you, pet."
