By: BuffySummers168
E-mail: BuffySummers168@aol.com
Part:1
Disclaimer:I don't own Buffy, Spike, or any of the other characters of BTVS. They are owned
by Joss Whedon.
Rating: NC-17 in upcoming parts
Summary:
"Oh Spike....Spike....oh....." Buffy moaned, as she tossed and turned in her sleep. All of the sudden, she sat up in bed, wide awake, and panting. She had had another dream about him.
They were becoming more frequent now, and, as much as she hated to admit it, more erotic. He was all she ever thought about any more, and yet, it didn't upset her as much as it should have. *Whoa, down girl!* Buffy thought to herself. *Spike....Mortal Enemy....Bloodsucker...Bad!!*
Yeah right, she thought to herself. *You say that to yourself long enough, and maybe someday you'll believe it.*
[Pysch class, following day]
"The are many ways that a persons deals with their stress. Denial, Repression, Anger...."
Buffy felt herself drifting off to sleep as she listened to her boring Psych professor drone on and on about some topic that she wasn't paying attention to at all. Suddenly, her "spidey senses" began tingling on overdrive.
"Well at least this gives me an excuse to get out of this damn class"
Buffy mumbled under her breath. She collected her books, and stood up and tried to sneak out of class.
"Miss Summers", her professor said in a tired tone. "And where might you be heading to? Are you not finding my lecture to be interesting enough to hold your attention?"
As much as she would have liked to tell him that he was right, she held her tounge.
"No sir, I'm sorry....I'm not feeling very well...may I be excused?"
"I suppose", he said, shaking his head, and going back to his lecture.
Buffy looked down the hallway, trying to tune into where the vampire vibe was coming from. From what she could feel, it was a strong one.
"Hello there luv", she heard behind her, in that unmistakably sexy British accent.
Her heart started beating a little bit faster as she turned around, remembering her dreams that she's been having about him lately.
"Spike...what are you doing back? I thought I told you to leave with that demented ho of yours"
"I did luv. You never said I couldn't come back" , he added, with a smirk.
"What are you doing here anyways??" Buffy demanded. "I'm sure you're not just paying a social call here" *As much as I'd like this to be a social call. Actually a sex call...BAD BUFFY! STOP THINKING THAT WAY ABOUT SPIKE!!*
"Slayer, why I'm offended! And here I thought we were the bestest of friend, what with us having our little truce and all."
Buffy glared at him, remembering how painful that whole time in her life had been. She was over it now though, she had come a long way. As a matter of fact, it was almost 3 years to the day that she had sent Angel to hell.
"I'm going to ask you again, and then I'm going to let you become very intimate with Mr. Pointy here. Why are you back Spike?"
His smirk faded, and he turned serious. "Fine Slayer, I'm just trying to have a little fun and games before we all die"
"What??" She asked.
"Well...it seems your little ponce has made a deal with the Devil. In 5 days, on the three year anniversary of his ascension into hell, Angelus is going to be freed, and will have 30 days to find a way to pull the world into hell, like he tried to do with Athaca."
Buffy's head spun, and she felt as if she was going to faint.
"Why are you telling me this", she said bitterly. "I would think you would be on cloud nine hearing this bit of information."
"Slayer, do you not remember our last truce? Do I have to go into my little happy-meal's on legs speech again??"
She shook her head no
"Alright then" She said, "What can we do?"
[Later that night - - the Bronze]
Buffy, Willow, Xander, Oz, and Faith were all sitting at a table chatting animatedly among each other.
"Do you think Spike is telling you the truth?" Willow asked Buffy
"I don't know...I mean, what reason would he have to make up something like this. It not like there's anything he can benefit from here"
"You're right" Willow said "I guess I'm just having trouble seeing Spike actually willingly helping the good guys, ya know?"
"Yeah I do know what you mean...It's actually kinda wiggin me out now that I think about it."
"Have you told Giles about it yet? Maybe he knows something that could help"
"No, not yet...I mean, if the end of the world was nearing, he and that damn codex would be the first to know, right? So maybe Spike is just getting all excited over nothing." Buffy said.
"Yeah, you're probably right." Willow said, hoping that she was right.
With that discussion out of the way, and with the plan of talking to Giles the next day after classes, the tension was reduced in the group, and they began to enjoy themselves, as they listened to the band playing up on the stage.
[Spike's Crypt, same night]
Spike was pacing back and forth, visibly worried about something.
"Bloody Poof...why does he have to come back now. I was doing a fine job of keeping my bloody profile down, so that the Slayer would just leave me alone, and now look! He has to come back and cause all kinds of trouble. Can't he just stay in Hell and leave all of us bloody well alone!"
He sank wearily down into his chair, and pulled out another cigarette. Taking a deep pull from it, he closed his eyes. That's when he felt her presence behind him.
"Hello cutie. Come to big bad for a little help with Peaches?"
"No, I can manage quite well on my own, if you would care to remember our little situation last time. I just came to ask how you found out about this whole thing. If this is the impending end, then why are there no prophecies about it?"
He took another pull from his cigarette, looking up at the ceiling thoughtfully.
"It was Dru, actually, who knew this was coming. She woke up one night, screaming her Bloody head off about Angels flying out of the gates of hell or some nonsense like that. Later that day, I saw her getting into one of her nicer dresses, and I asked her if she was planning on going somewhere. She looked at me, with this innocent little smile of hers, and says she's going to meet her daddy when he wakes up. When I asked her more, she just said that a big ugly rock was going to let her daddy wake up, so that she could be with him again. I had no bleeding idea what in the world she was talking about."
He stopped to take another pull from his cigarette. Buffy looked at him expectantly, and he continued.
" She went out that night, and I let her, thinking she was only going out to feed. When she didn't come back that night, I wasn't too worried. She often goes a night or two without coming back. After it had been a week, I became very worried. Just as I was about to go out and search for her, that wanker Whistler shows up at my door step. He goes on and on about Angelus making the deal, and tells me that I need to show up here and help you and your little scoobies put Angelus back into Hell where he belongs."
Buffy looked at him, skepticism written all over her face. "How do I know I can trust you" she said. "I mean, first of all, why would Whistler go to you, of all people? Second of all, I can handle myself very well thank-you-very-much, so I don't need help from the likes of you."
"He knew you wouldn't believe me" Spike said. "So he told me to tell you something. He didn't tell me what kind, but he told me that you've been having a certain kind of dreams lately. Ring a bell?" He asked with a slightly confused look on his face.
Buffy's face turned bright red with recognition. She knew exactly what he meant. How in the world had Whistler known she'd been dreaming about Spike and her in certain.....situations.....lately.
"Alright, I believe you. We're going to talk to Giles about it tomorrow after classes. Why don't you stop by the Library at sundown, since Giles will probably want to hear everything you just told me tonight."
"Ok luv, I'll be there."
With a nod, Buffy left Spike to his thoughts. Very un-Vamprire like thoughts.
"Snap out of it mate!" He told himself. "She's the Slayer....get her out of your Bloody head!"