Hello! I decided to join the October Called Challenge and well, here's the fic. It's a little continuation to my After the End series. Anyway, this story has songs that inspired some chapters and if you don't like the fact I inserted them into the chapter, please ignore them. But if you are interested in listening to the music while reading the chapter, you can do so by checking the song.

Song title: Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi.

Special thanks to my beta, Doublemeat Palace

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"I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to save me.

This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy"

She opened her eyes and immediately knew this was a dream.

How did she know? Well, it was because he was there, leaning on a tree, smoking and smirking at her.

She smiled back.

Dream or not, as long as she saw him, she wasn't going to complain.

"Evening, Luv."

She didn't respond, opting instead to run to his arms and embrace him, burying her head in his chest that smelled so much like leather, nicotine, and whiskey.

God, she missed him.

"Are you alright, pet?" he asked with a worried expression.

This only made her love him more. He always worried about her.

"Make love to me," she asked.

"I need somebody to heal. Somebody to know.

Somebody to have. Somebody to hold."

He looked confused at first before his gaze morphed into one of his loving ones. Then he kissed her.

Spike's kisses were the best. They were always passionate, filled with fire that lit her up in the best ways possible.

She wanted more of him.

She deepened the kiss, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer to her, not caring about her need to breathe.

She just wanted to taste him. Memorize his entire being with her lips, because she knew when she woke up she would lose him again.

He broke the kiss first and a whine escaped her lips. Fortunately, it was only temporary and he only did it so he could remove his shirt.

She did the same, not caring for one second that they had been transported to the inside of his crypt.

He shoved her back and she landed on his nice soft bed. She propped herself up with her elbows and watched with lustful eyes as he crawled towards her, before she pulled him to her chest, and moaned as he began nipping on her pert nipples.

She grabbed his hair again and guided him higher so she could meet his lips once again. They kissed as she felt his hands exploring her body. One hand fondled her breast and the other was sliding up her skirt before pulling down her underwear so he could gain access to her privates.

He bit her lips and she moaned again as she felt him insert a couple of fingers inside her.

She was already wet as he prepared her and toyed with her clit.

"Spike-uunnngh, I need you inside me now," she told him.

"Shhh. I know, pet. Trust old Spike."

He scissored her entrance and pinched one nipple while he sucked her neck.

God, it was too much and too little.

She arched her back and wrapped her arms around his neck, loving the sensation of his mouth biting and sucking the area behind her ears.

But it still wasn't enough.

It had been too long for her and she missed him and she wanted more of him. Wanted him inside her.

"Nnnng, Spike, need you, please…"

She heard him chuckle and huffed the words, "Impatient bint."

It was true, she was being impatient. But no one could blame her. She missed him and his touch always made her hot. He spread her legs and positioned on top of her, she looked up to face him and watched him direct his adoring gaze towards her.

That would've been the best time to tell him that she loved him. That moment where she could see the love in his eyes.

God, she was such a fool to think that he couldn't love her when the truth was always plain to see in his eyes.

"It's easy to say. But it's never the same.

I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain."

But instead of words of love, what escaped her mouth was a cry of pleasure as he entered her, balls deep.

"Aaaah-Spike!"

She loved the feel of him inside of her. His engorged member filled her up so nicely. But what she loved most was the look of pleasure on his face as he enjoyed the feel of her flesh wrapping around him.

She reached out and cupped his cheek before leaning forward to give him a peck on the lips.

"Move, baby," she rasped, earning a sexy chuckle from him.

Then he moved and she was lost in ecstasy. His hands grabbed hold of her hips, while his penis pistoned into her so hard and fast. He made sure to hit her sweet spot every time he entered her. He memorized where it was and that made her lose control of herself.

"Yeeeessss! Aaah, faster, baby!" she screamed.

She moved with him, meeting his every thrust and she made sure to squeeze him hard every time he entered her to increase the friction.

He seemed to love it because he was whispering her name like a mantra.

It wasn't long before she felt him speed up, indicating that he too was close to the edge like her.

"Together," she told him, between his grunts.

The two moaned loudly as their frantic movements stopped and they both came together.

"Spiiiike!" she screamed along with his cries of her name as she felt his cold seed fill her.

Her vampire sagged on top of her, tired, but very satisfied. Her hand slowly moved to his head and she stroked his hair lovingly.

"Best sex in a long time, Luv," he whispered as he raised himself a bit to look down on her.

"Now the day bleeds into nightfall.

And you're not here to get me through it all."

"Yeah," she answered with a smile. "I missed this so much."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. I missed this." Her hand slid from his head to his cheek cupping him. "I miss us. Missed you, Spike."

"I'm here, pet."

She gave him a sad look.

"Not for long," she told him.

"I'll never leave, Buffy. I love you."

"I love you too."

"No, you don't. But thanks for saying it."

As he said this, she watched in horror as the man she loved burned up and turned to ashes on top of her.

"Spike!"

She screamed as she sat up on her bed.

She had dreamed of him again.

Every night since he died, her dreams always brought him back to her. But every night her dreams ended the same way. She'd tell him she loved him and he'd combust and turn to ashes in front of her. Every night, he'd deny her love.

It was her punishment.

She denied his love so many times that she was getting payback for it by having his ghost deny her love for him.

It hurt. But Buffy accepted it. She'd rather have these moments with him, even when it broke her heart because it was the only thing she had to remember him by.

She'd rather have his ghost than not have him at all.

"I let my guard down, and then you pulled the rug.

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved."

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This was a short chapter but I hope it set the mood for this fic. Also, sorry if the sex scene wasn't all that good. I really suck when it comes to those parts of my fic. Anyway, let me hear your thought by leaving a review. Thanks for reading!