Chapter 10

Buffy packed her things, not really taking very much with her. Just the essentials, make up, deodorant, clothes, etc. She piled it all into a large suitcase and headed downstairs. Mr. Giles and Spike were already waiting for her.

She murmured hello before taking her suitcase out to the car they would all be riding in. Dawn came dashing down the stairs excitement bubbling around her. Buffy smiled slightly at her little sisters antics. Before she knew it they were on their way.

Since they were all riding in the same car there was limited space, and Buffy ended up sitting next to Spike, their legs pressed together. Something bubbled inside her and she quickly pushed it away. Still she couldn't help looking at him every once in a while. He hadn't uttered a word to yet, but she knew deep down that by the end of the week he was going to have to say something to her.

They reached the cabin about two hours later, and everyone scrambled out of the car. Buffy was suddenly very glad she wore her black jeans that day, instead of her usual mini skirt. Otherwise the car ride over may have been even more uncomfortable than it already was.

"William, could you kindly show Buffy and Dawn to their rooms." Giles asked kindly.

Spike sent a glare in his uncles direction, but motioned for the two girls to follow. Dawn eagerly obliged, and Buffy trailed behind lugging her suitcase behind her.

The cabin was large, apparently Giles had some money stashed away. The smell of the place hit her with some force, it reminded her of something. She was trying to figure out what exactly the scent made her think of when Spike came to find her.

"Your room is second door on the left. Need any more help then that get it from someone else." He said coldly.

Buffy merely grunted and climbed up the stairs. She put all of her things down on the bed and looked out the window. The view was incredible, she had no idea how long she stood there watching the waves lap at the shore. She quickly made the decision and took out her bikini. Stripping all of her clothes she pulled the bikini on and sauntered out of the room.

The first door she opened held Dawn's stuff, but the younger girl was nowhere to be seen. The next door was a near empty closet. Finally she came to Spike's door, and she opened it. He was splayed across his bed reading a book. "Oh, sorry. I was looking for the bathroom."

"It's at the end of the—"Spike's voice caught in his throat as he took her all in. She was wearing a stringy little red thing that somehow passed as a bathing suit. Her well toned body open to his gaze. He visibly gulped, earning him a sly smile from her. "Hall…"

"Thanks a bunch." The smile was still in place when she reached the bathroom. Searching through the cupboards she found a beach towel and sauntered down the stairs. On her way out she grabbed her bag.

She wandered the beach for a while. Finding herself a spot on a piece of drift wood she settled herself down, digging in her bag she brought out a cigarette and lit up. Blowing the smoke into the air she gave a devilish grin to the guy that was checking her out.

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Spike sat on his bed, but every time he tried to read his mind would betray him as he thought back to her. That look she got on her face when she caught his eye, like she really was the devil herself.

When he first met her, he thought about what a sex kitten she might be. She had only proved him right.

Once again he looked down at his book, but he didn't really see the words. Suddenly the door burst open and Dawn came running in.

"Spike, I need your help."

Spike sat up quickly. "What is it Dawnie?"

"It's Buffy. See I caught her crying a few weeks ago, since then I have known something was up. I was just trying to figure out what. I know I shouldn't have gone through her things and all, but I couldn't help it. I was worried about my sister. Something happened to her, to change her into this… thing that's wearing her skin. Please don't tell my mom I went through her things—"

"Woah Dawn, slow down. Tell me everything you know." Deep down Spike knew he should have scolded her for going through Buffy's things. But the distraught look on her face convinced him not to.

"Spike, Buffy has been raped."

Spike felt all of the air leave his body. He just found his missing puzzle piece.

A/N I know some of you wanted me to make Spike walk in and find Buffy crying in her sleep. But I wanted to make it a little less cliché. Therefore incoming Dawn!