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Zarrah

A Glimpse of Heaven

Chapter 28

Spike sat quietly and stared out the car window, watching as Xander walked up the sidewalk to his house. They had dropped Jesse off first and Spike knew the minute Xander was out of sight, he'd get all the screaming he just knew Giles was holding in.

When the car left the curb, he waited. Nothing. They made it all the way home and into the apartment before Giles finally spoke.

"Do you need something for pain?"

"No," Spike lied. "I'm fine."

Giles sighed heavily before removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes. "It's late and I suspect you're not really in the mood to talk, so why don't you get some rest and we'll have this talk in the morning."

Spike stared at Giles as he said goodnight and watched him make his way to his room. He listened to the door shut softly behind him before he finally turned and walked down the hall to the bathroom. The whole night was a blur and Giles' behavior was beyond strange. He was sure he'd get screamed at and possibly kicked out of the house, but to his surprise, nothing.

Closing the bathroom door, Spike stripped off his clothes and turned on the shower, adjusting the water before stepping in. The warm water caused a relieved sigh to escape him before he lowered his head and let the water run down his back, washing away the dried blood and grime.

Bracing his hands on the wall in front of him, Spike closed his eyes and let the night's events wash over him and the warm water help ease the tension in his neck. He still couldn't believe things had turned out the way they had.

He had gone out with the gang reluctantly, only to find himself smack dab in the middle of a make out session with Buffy in a darkened hallway and pounding Angel's worthless hide into the floor. The thoughts put a smile on his face and he didn't know which one pleased him more.

As much as he dreaded the outcome of tonight's little fiasco, Spike couldn't help but relish the memory of Angel being strapped to a stretcher and wheeled away. He chuckled as he remembered Angel screaming to the top of his lungs that he would "get him for ever messing with him" and as Sunnydale's finest handcuffed him and placed him in the police car with Xander and Jesse, he couldn't help the hysterical laughter that had erupted from him. Xander and Jesse had both looked scared shitless and Spike had a grin on his face all the way to the police station. Angel hadn't been nearly as hurt as he had wanted him to be but at least the wanker hadn't stood by and let his friends do all his dirty work. Kicking Angel's ass had to be the highlight of the year, well, next to Buffy, that is.

Spike groaned softly as he remembered her practically throwing herself on him and the things she said to him had made his blood sing in his veins. The things she whispered to him had made him crazy with need and just the thoughts of her warm body pressed up against him and the way she tasted had his body once again reacting.

Opening his eyes, Spike looked down at his growing erection and sighed heavily before he reached for the soap. "Bleedin' girl is going to kill me," he mumbled as he reached down and grabbed his shaft, giving it a long stroke as Buffy's image filled his mind.

It was well past noon before Buffy finally stirred and Willow wondered how her friend would feel. If the drug in her system hadn't had time to work through, then she'd have her hands full for sure.

Opening the curtains and letting the mid afternoon sun filter into the room, Willow grinned as Buffy moaned and covered her head with the blankets. "Good morning, sleepy head," Willow grinned. "How you feeling?"

A low mumble was the only response she got. Walking to the bed, Willow grabbed the blankets and pulled them down, revealing Buffy. "Are you hungry?"

"No," Buffy whispered. "Just want to lay here until I'm forty."

Willow laughed before she flopped down on the bed. "Can't do that," Willow told her. "We have things to do today. Remember?"

Buffy turned her head and opened one eye, looking up into Willow's smiling face before she sighed and buried her head in the pillows. "Can't do anything today. Too tired."

"Well, you weren't tired last night," Willow informed her. "And you made a lot of plans for today."

"I did?" Buffy croaked out, her voice still muffled by the pillows.

"Uh-huh," Willow said as she stood and started gathering Buffy's clothes. "We have to go check on the guys and there's a little issue of Angel and the major kissage you were going to give Spike."

Buffy's head popped up and she groggily opened her eyes and looked at Willow, squinting in the harsh light coming from the window. "Would you repeat, because that makes absolutely no sense to me."

Willow chuckled as she looked over her shoulder at Buffy before reaching down and picking up Buffy's shoes. "Well, do you remember anything that happened last night?" She asked.

Buffy closed her eyes, concentrating hard before she looked back up and frowned. "No. Why don't I remember anything?"

Willow smiled slightly before bringing Buffy's clothes to the bed and laying them down before she sat. "So you don't remember anything?"

"I remember going to the Bronze," Buffy told her, "but not much else."

"Well, do you want the extended version or the straight to the point version?"

"Straight to the point," Buffy said, sitting up with a look of concern on her face. "My head hurts too much for anything requiring to much concentration."

Willow gave her another smile before she leaned back on her hands and gave Buffy a small chuckle. "Well, let's see. First, there's the whole dirty dancing thing you did with Angel, which happened to piss Spike off to no end. Then, not thirty minutes later you were trying to see if Spike still had his tonsils, which led to the discovery that you had been drugged. Then you…"

"Whoa, whoa…back up there a minute," Buffy said with wide eyes. "I was what?"

"Drugged," Willow supplied. "Seems Angel slipped something into your drink. We don't have actual proof, but judging from your behavior, there isn't much room for doubt."

"Angel drugged me?" Buffy asked, unbelieving.

"Afraid so," Willow told her. "Luckily Spike followed you down the hall to the bathrooms and figured it out before Angel had a chance to leave with you."

Buffy listened to the rest of the story in disbelief. She couldn't comprehend the fact that Angel would do something like that and she wasn't so naive to know why he had done it. What would have happened if her friends hadn't been there? What would have happened if Spike hadn't been there?

The mention of his name finally snapped Buffy out of her thoughts and she looked up at Willow's smiling face. "What?" She asked, afraid to hear any more.

"You were really…outspoken last night when it came to Spike," Willow grinned.

"How so?" Buffy questioned.

"Well, it took me over three hours to get you to finally shut up about him," Willow chuckled.

"What did I say?" Buffy asked with a frown.

Willow laughed then and the look on Buffy's face only made the situation better. "Well," Willow started before she blushed slightly and cleared her throat. "Um, there was some talk about kissing and certain 'things' you wanted to…"

"Things I wanted to what?" Buffy asked when Willow went silent and turned the brightest shade of red she had ever seen.

"Um, things you wanted to taste," she whispered.

Buffy's brows scrunched up in confusion and she watched as Willow ducked her head. "I don't understand. What things did I want to taste?"

Willow smiled, hoping her face wasn't a blood red as it felt before she glanced up at Buffy quickly. "Um, things as in…"

Buffy watched as Willow made a hand gesture near her crotch and her friend's face flamed even brighter before she finally caught on. "Oh my god!" Buffy squealed. "I didn't?"

"Um, yeah, you did," Willow said softly. "I'm not even sure where you learned most of the things you were talking about, but I must say, I think Spike would be most impressed."

Buffy covered her face with her hands and groaned loudly. "Oh my god," she whispered. "What else did I say?" She asked through her fingers.

"Well, you told me about the time you and Spike were engaged."

Buffy's head shot up and she could tell by the look on Willow's face that that wasn't all she had told her. Her friend had a strange look on her face as she looked at Buffy and before she could comment, Willow once again began speaking.

"I know you were drugged and all, but the things you told me last night, I don't think you could have made up," Willow said quietly. "You've always acted strange around Spike and after the tale you spun last night, a lot of it makes sense. So, my question to you is, can you prove it?"

"Can I prove what?" Buffy whispered out as she stared with wide eyes at Willow.

"That you're really a vampire slayer from another world and that Angel and Spike are both vampires."

To Be Continued…..