One Leather Duster
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
TWO DAYS LATER
The last two days had been hard on Buffy, she felt like her whole world had fallen down around her and she was still standing in the middle trying to work out what to do. Giles had done everything he could, he had spent hours praising her slaying technique.
"To face Navocof and come off so well, it is quite extraodinary Buffy." Giles had told her.
Then how come she didn't feel extraodinary? She felt more like the world had ended. And the worst bit was that she had just started to enjoy it.
Spike had come into her life and he annoyed her, she had fought against his sexy smirk. Knowing that sexy smirks only led to heartbreak. And she was right.
Lying on her bed she stared up at the ceilling as if hoping to find answers there. Since she had faced Navocof she had tried desperately to find something to remind her of Spike. Buffy soon found she had nothing.
No pictures of a day at the fair, because they never had time to do that. No teddy bears bought for her by him, because he never had time. No old CD's borrowed from him, because she never had time to ask him.
The only thing she had was a worn black leather duster that had been disguarded along with her towel less than a weak ago. Buffy had spent the last two days wrapped up it, clinging on to that last memory of Spike.
Buffy pulled herself off the bed and started to pace the room.
"Why?" She shouted hoping that someone would answer.
"What have I done to deserve this? Why me?.... Why Spike?"
No answer came. She grabbed a few stakes and held them closer to her. For some reason she felt like an even better Slayer now, when Spike had died it had become more important. Giles had sent her out both nights telling her that she had to continue, that Slayers don't get to take holidays, they don't even get compassionate leave.
She left the room.
~*~
Walking around the park she knew that tonight was going to be quite. After being out for three hours she had only dusted one vamp and there were no others around. No matter how hard she looked.
It was time to give up, but she couldn't, if she did then she'd be back in her room crying into one black duster.
"Yeah time to go back to my personal pain." She said as she walked off.
Buffy didn't feel the change in the air, tingling feeling on the back of her neck. She didn't notice that she was being followed. The way she felt now she wouldn't have cared if she had known.
She smelt the sent of cigarette smoke, but when she looked round there was no one there.
Spike looked at her, she was beautiful. He still thought that and to see her in pain it hurt. He followed her watched her pain, heard her pain as she spoke out loud. He should make his presence known.
What would he say, what would she do? He had been given the chance at immortality and she could take it away in a second.
"Stupid bloody pounce." Spike said to himself as he looked on at the girl he loved.
Suddenly Buffy felt a familiar feeling take over her body, a feeling that danger was near. 'What had Giles called it?' she thought. 'Slayer senses' she answered.
"Bring it on." Buffy shouted into the large area of darkness. She'd enjoy this, a fight.
She looked round searching for the origin of the feeling. A man clad in dark clothing stepped out of the shadows.
"Slayer." He snarled, "How have you been pet?" Always Been Bad CHAPTER FORETEEN
Buffy ran into Spike's arms, he was here in the flesh. He could see all the emotion she felt splashed across her face.
"I thought you were dead, where were you?" she asked as she kissed his face and neck.
Spike looked down on her, he had this beautiful girl in his arms a few days ago all he would have wanted to do would be fuck her, now all he wanted to do was rip her neck apart and drink her blood. But he did still love her.
"I've been around pet." He said pulling a smoke out of a battered packet and lighting it up.
Confusion passed over her face, Spike saw it and delighted in it. Didn't he know what had been going on, maybe not, maybe Navocof never had him at all.
"Spike after I left you the other night I had to fight this Navocof guy, he told me you were dead." She explained on the verge of tears for a moment.
Spike considered what to say next, the human in him wanted to explain and care for her, the demon wanted to say the one thing that would hurt the most. Spike lifted his head so his eyes were directly on her.
"Hey baby I am dead."
For a moment Buffy didn't understand, how could he be dead when he was stood right in front of her? Then the cloud lifted, he was dead, or more undead. The tingly feeling on the back of her neck was caused by him. She watched as his face morphed showing the demon.
"Spike."
"Yeah pet?"
Buffy was crying uncontrollably now, Giles had warned her that keeping her emotions in check was important but how could she when she was faced with this? There must be some way to make this right.
"We'll fix this don't worry."
Spike laughed, not the lighthearted laugh they had shared days before in each other's arms but an evil laugh. A laugh that made you know that you had said something stupid.
"Why would I want it fixing? I feel great, stronger, faster, healthier and I suspect even sexier than I was before."
"You're a fucking idiot, you don't understand." She lost her temper, she was even thinking now that it would have been better if he was dead, like totally dead.
Before she knew what was happening Spike threw a punch at her, she didn't have time to reach. She kicked him back, part of her was enjoying it but the most of her just wanted to run.
"God you're bad." She taunted, hoping he would leave.
"What can I say baby I've always been bad." Spike told her as he charged at her.
She ducked out of the way, the hunter and hunted stared at each other. Buffy knew she was the hunter but at this moment in this situation she felt more like the hunted. She didn't want to be doing this, but if he continued she would have to stake him, either that or let him take her life.
"I could dust you within a second and you know it. But I don't want to, leave now and I won't have to." Buffy told him, hoping that her declaration sounded true even if she knew it wasn't.
Spike looked at her and his game face disappeared, she was right he should just go. Leave her be, he loved her more than anything but he had to go. Spike knew he couldn't control the demon just yet. It was close, that's why he'd stayed away for the last few days take control of this new power.
"Fine I'll go."
"Good, it's for the best." Buffy said. She watched him turn round to leave, then he turned back to face her.
"You know I'll be back for you Slayer." And with that he left.
He'll be back? The question ran through Buffy's mind, he was going to come back and kill her. Why would he do this, he loved her she knew he did, and know that was gone. Why would he want to hurt, why would he want to come back.
Giles, she needed Giles. He could explain, maybe help her, find away to turn him back, if that was even possible. Giles could tell her about this explain, make the pain go away.
~*~
Spike walked off towards his room, he was still staying on the campus. He knew that he couldn't stay there forever but it would have to do for know. He had to stay close to Buffy, watch her.
"At least she knows." He said to himself. He had told her he would be back, when he could control the demon and love her without the chance of hurting her he would be back.
Tomorrow night he would go and see Giles, see if he could offer him any help. If he couldn't then he'd eat him, old men didn't really do it for him but the way Giles had looked at him on registration day he deserved it. Not to mention he had called him Mr Evans.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
TWO DAYS LATER
The last two days had been hard on Buffy, she felt like her whole world had fallen down around her and she was still standing in the middle trying to work out what to do. Giles had done everything he could, he had spent hours praising her slaying technique.
"To face Navocof and come off so well, it is quite extraodinary Buffy." Giles had told her.
Then how come she didn't feel extraodinary? She felt more like the world had ended. And the worst bit was that she had just started to enjoy it.
Spike had come into her life and he annoyed her, she had fought against his sexy smirk. Knowing that sexy smirks only led to heartbreak. And she was right.
Lying on her bed she stared up at the ceilling as if hoping to find answers there. Since she had faced Navocof she had tried desperately to find something to remind her of Spike. Buffy soon found she had nothing.
No pictures of a day at the fair, because they never had time to do that. No teddy bears bought for her by him, because he never had time. No old CD's borrowed from him, because she never had time to ask him.
The only thing she had was a worn black leather duster that had been disguarded along with her towel less than a weak ago. Buffy had spent the last two days wrapped up it, clinging on to that last memory of Spike.
Buffy pulled herself off the bed and started to pace the room.
"Why?" She shouted hoping that someone would answer.
"What have I done to deserve this? Why me?.... Why Spike?"
No answer came. She grabbed a few stakes and held them closer to her. For some reason she felt like an even better Slayer now, when Spike had died it had become more important. Giles had sent her out both nights telling her that she had to continue, that Slayers don't get to take holidays, they don't even get compassionate leave.
She left the room.
~*~
Walking around the park she knew that tonight was going to be quite. After being out for three hours she had only dusted one vamp and there were no others around. No matter how hard she looked.
It was time to give up, but she couldn't, if she did then she'd be back in her room crying into one black duster.
"Yeah time to go back to my personal pain." She said as she walked off.
Buffy didn't feel the change in the air, tingling feeling on the back of her neck. She didn't notice that she was being followed. The way she felt now she wouldn't have cared if she had known.
She smelt the sent of cigarette smoke, but when she looked round there was no one there.
Spike looked at her, she was beautiful. He still thought that and to see her in pain it hurt. He followed her watched her pain, heard her pain as she spoke out loud. He should make his presence known.
What would he say, what would she do? He had been given the chance at immortality and she could take it away in a second.
"Stupid bloody pounce." Spike said to himself as he looked on at the girl he loved.
Suddenly Buffy felt a familiar feeling take over her body, a feeling that danger was near. 'What had Giles called it?' she thought. 'Slayer senses' she answered.
"Bring it on." Buffy shouted into the large area of darkness. She'd enjoy this, a fight.
She looked round searching for the origin of the feeling. A man clad in dark clothing stepped out of the shadows.
"Slayer." He snarled, "How have you been pet?" Always Been Bad CHAPTER FORETEEN
Buffy ran into Spike's arms, he was here in the flesh. He could see all the emotion she felt splashed across her face.
"I thought you were dead, where were you?" she asked as she kissed his face and neck.
Spike looked down on her, he had this beautiful girl in his arms a few days ago all he would have wanted to do would be fuck her, now all he wanted to do was rip her neck apart and drink her blood. But he did still love her.
"I've been around pet." He said pulling a smoke out of a battered packet and lighting it up.
Confusion passed over her face, Spike saw it and delighted in it. Didn't he know what had been going on, maybe not, maybe Navocof never had him at all.
"Spike after I left you the other night I had to fight this Navocof guy, he told me you were dead." She explained on the verge of tears for a moment.
Spike considered what to say next, the human in him wanted to explain and care for her, the demon wanted to say the one thing that would hurt the most. Spike lifted his head so his eyes were directly on her.
"Hey baby I am dead."
For a moment Buffy didn't understand, how could he be dead when he was stood right in front of her? Then the cloud lifted, he was dead, or more undead. The tingly feeling on the back of her neck was caused by him. She watched as his face morphed showing the demon.
"Spike."
"Yeah pet?"
Buffy was crying uncontrollably now, Giles had warned her that keeping her emotions in check was important but how could she when she was faced with this? There must be some way to make this right.
"We'll fix this don't worry."
Spike laughed, not the lighthearted laugh they had shared days before in each other's arms but an evil laugh. A laugh that made you know that you had said something stupid.
"Why would I want it fixing? I feel great, stronger, faster, healthier and I suspect even sexier than I was before."
"You're a fucking idiot, you don't understand." She lost her temper, she was even thinking now that it would have been better if he was dead, like totally dead.
Before she knew what was happening Spike threw a punch at her, she didn't have time to reach. She kicked him back, part of her was enjoying it but the most of her just wanted to run.
"God you're bad." She taunted, hoping he would leave.
"What can I say baby I've always been bad." Spike told her as he charged at her.
She ducked out of the way, the hunter and hunted stared at each other. Buffy knew she was the hunter but at this moment in this situation she felt more like the hunted. She didn't want to be doing this, but if he continued she would have to stake him, either that or let him take her life.
"I could dust you within a second and you know it. But I don't want to, leave now and I won't have to." Buffy told him, hoping that her declaration sounded true even if she knew it wasn't.
Spike looked at her and his game face disappeared, she was right he should just go. Leave her be, he loved her more than anything but he had to go. Spike knew he couldn't control the demon just yet. It was close, that's why he'd stayed away for the last few days take control of this new power.
"Fine I'll go."
"Good, it's for the best." Buffy said. She watched him turn round to leave, then he turned back to face her.
"You know I'll be back for you Slayer." And with that he left.
He'll be back? The question ran through Buffy's mind, he was going to come back and kill her. Why would he do this, he loved her she knew he did, and know that was gone. Why would he want to hurt, why would he want to come back.
Giles, she needed Giles. He could explain, maybe help her, find away to turn him back, if that was even possible. Giles could tell her about this explain, make the pain go away.
~*~
Spike walked off towards his room, he was still staying on the campus. He knew that he couldn't stay there forever but it would have to do for know. He had to stay close to Buffy, watch her.
"At least she knows." He said to himself. He had told her he would be back, when he could control the demon and love her without the chance of hurting her he would be back.
Tomorrow night he would go and see Giles, see if he could offer him any help. If he couldn't then he'd eat him, old men didn't really do it for him but the way Giles had looked at him on registration day he deserved it. Not to mention he had called him Mr Evans.