Death will part us, Part 2 of 3
"My tea's gone cold
I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could
It'll all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad"
-- Dido
May 20th, 2001
"25 minutes to go" Spike sighed as he looked at his watch and he looked around, in desperation, for Buffy. Spike knew, deep down, that she wasn't going to come, but he had hope. He had big hopes.
"Please... Please..." Spike continued to whisper. He wanted Buffy to save his life SO much. He really did. She had saved Angel's, so why not his? In fact, Spike was risking his life to prove to Angel that Buffy would save him too. It was a mistake and was Buffy really that worth it? After everything that Spike has had from her? All the pain, aches, and cries? Yes. Yes she was worth it all.
"15 minutes to go" Spike checked his watch again and he looked out at oblivion. He was giving up all his hope for Buffy now. "Where the hell is she?" he sighed, "Where the hell is she?"
The minutes were going extremely fast now and Spike was wondering whether he should jeopardize his life. He was getting absolutely fed up of waiting. He had been waiting all his life for her and when he got close to her, Buffy would always find a way to put a stop to it all.
February 2001
"Spike! Spike! We HAVE to find Dawn!" screamed Buffy. She was in so much pain that she had lost her sister. This was the Key who had vanished and she could be dead any minute.
"Please stop crying, Buffy. Please" Spike whispered and embraced Buffy. Buffy felt warmth in Spike's arms and she closed her eyes and she let her tears drown out onto Spike's shoulder.
"Buffy, your sister is strong. YOU'RE strong. We'll find her. I promise you and if we don't then- then you can punch my nose in again, because you like doing that so much".
Buffy giggled at what Spike had just said and she felt so much stronger. She couldn't believe that it was Spike who had made her feel this way.
"Thank you" Buffy whispered and she gave him a small kiss on his cheek, but Spike moved in and he kissed her passionately on the mouth. After a minute or so, Buffy stood back alarmed.
"Spike! How could you do that? My sister's in danger, you give some sweet words, and then you hit on me? I knew that 'you being good' was too good to be true! That's gross! Get away from me!" and with that Buffy ran off.
Spike could hear her crying as she ran away from him, but he did nothing. Spike knew something and Spike knew that Buffy did too, but Buffy would deny it if anyone asked her and that question was "Did you enjoy it?"
Buffy knew the truth, which was yes, because if she didn't enjoy the kiss then why would she have kissed Spike back?
May 20, 2001
And that's why Buffy has been subsequently ruthless to him lately. After that night, Buffy did nothing, but to be cruel to Spike. She was hiding her shame. Her shame was that she kissed Spike back. Shame. Shame!
Spike thought about it in his head. Was she STILL worth it? ... Yes.
5 minutes to go, Spike thought. He could smell the sun already. It was the smell of bereavement. The smell of DEATH.
Suddenly, Spike heard someone.
Yes! It's Buffy, Spike believed and smiled with hilarity, but his happiness sank when he saw that it was Willow.
"Spike? Spike? Xander said that you had come up here. Now, I thought he was talking crazy talk, but I've come here to help you. What are you doing?" Willow questioned curiously.
"I don't want YOU helping me! Bloody hell! I have a good plan and the right girl doesn't even show up to help me. I don't want anyone helping me, but- but Buffy" Spike's voice went dry as he said 'Buffy'.
2 minutes to go. Spike kept checking his watch. Time was running out.
"Come down from there! Come here and get into the shade. The sun will be up in..."
"2 minutes, I know" Spike finished off Willow's sentence and he stood proud on top of the cliff.
"Spike..."
Spike was looking out at nothingness, again. He wasn't paying attention.
"Spike, Buffy's not going to come. No matter how hard you hope and no matter how hard you wish. She's not coming" Willow told him softly.
This broke Spike's heart. He didn't want to hear that, but now he had and his eyes were watering.
"Why?" he asked silently.
"She doesn't even know you're up here, Spike" Willow replied and she couldn't tolerate to see Spike so upset. It hurt her too that she had to be the one to tell him this.
Spike gulped. "Oh, she doesn't know, does she? Well, that's bloody good, isn't it? What the hell am I doing up here then?"
There was a minute to go and Spike still didn't move. Willow was anxious to get her friend (yes, friend) off the cliff.
"Please... Spike! Look, the sun's coming" and she tried to moved him, but he still stood tough on his spot.
"Please tell Buffy- Tell Buffy that I love her, will you? I don't hate her, Willow. I don't get this. I'm suppose to hate her now, right? But I can't. I don't get this love game and that's why I'm not going to be in it anymore. You know what, Willow? Well, I'm powerful and I'm strong, but love really defeats me. It REALLY does" Spike stared, once more, at Buffy's house and as he focused his eyes hard on the rising sun, he saw an image of Buffy gleaming out at him. It looked consequently magnificent and glorious. That certainly was a perfect likeness of Buffy.
"Oh god! What am I doing?" Spike cried as he realised that if he did die then he would never see his love again. He tried to head for cover, but it was too late... There was a howl and then it was all over...
Willow saw it all. The screams, the cries, the burns, the pile of ashes that laid on the ground and the thing that shocked Willow the most was that the pile of Spike's remains spelt out something. It spelt out something obvious.
Buffy.
TO BE CONTINUED....
"My tea's gone cold
I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could
It'll all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad"
-- Dido
May 20th, 2001
"25 minutes to go" Spike sighed as he looked at his watch and he looked around, in desperation, for Buffy. Spike knew, deep down, that she wasn't going to come, but he had hope. He had big hopes.
"Please... Please..." Spike continued to whisper. He wanted Buffy to save his life SO much. He really did. She had saved Angel's, so why not his? In fact, Spike was risking his life to prove to Angel that Buffy would save him too. It was a mistake and was Buffy really that worth it? After everything that Spike has had from her? All the pain, aches, and cries? Yes. Yes she was worth it all.
"15 minutes to go" Spike checked his watch again and he looked out at oblivion. He was giving up all his hope for Buffy now. "Where the hell is she?" he sighed, "Where the hell is she?"
The minutes were going extremely fast now and Spike was wondering whether he should jeopardize his life. He was getting absolutely fed up of waiting. He had been waiting all his life for her and when he got close to her, Buffy would always find a way to put a stop to it all.
February 2001
"Spike! Spike! We HAVE to find Dawn!" screamed Buffy. She was in so much pain that she had lost her sister. This was the Key who had vanished and she could be dead any minute.
"Please stop crying, Buffy. Please" Spike whispered and embraced Buffy. Buffy felt warmth in Spike's arms and she closed her eyes and she let her tears drown out onto Spike's shoulder.
"Buffy, your sister is strong. YOU'RE strong. We'll find her. I promise you and if we don't then- then you can punch my nose in again, because you like doing that so much".
Buffy giggled at what Spike had just said and she felt so much stronger. She couldn't believe that it was Spike who had made her feel this way.
"Thank you" Buffy whispered and she gave him a small kiss on his cheek, but Spike moved in and he kissed her passionately on the mouth. After a minute or so, Buffy stood back alarmed.
"Spike! How could you do that? My sister's in danger, you give some sweet words, and then you hit on me? I knew that 'you being good' was too good to be true! That's gross! Get away from me!" and with that Buffy ran off.
Spike could hear her crying as she ran away from him, but he did nothing. Spike knew something and Spike knew that Buffy did too, but Buffy would deny it if anyone asked her and that question was "Did you enjoy it?"
Buffy knew the truth, which was yes, because if she didn't enjoy the kiss then why would she have kissed Spike back?
May 20, 2001
And that's why Buffy has been subsequently ruthless to him lately. After that night, Buffy did nothing, but to be cruel to Spike. She was hiding her shame. Her shame was that she kissed Spike back. Shame. Shame!
Spike thought about it in his head. Was she STILL worth it? ... Yes.
5 minutes to go, Spike thought. He could smell the sun already. It was the smell of bereavement. The smell of DEATH.
Suddenly, Spike heard someone.
Yes! It's Buffy, Spike believed and smiled with hilarity, but his happiness sank when he saw that it was Willow.
"Spike? Spike? Xander said that you had come up here. Now, I thought he was talking crazy talk, but I've come here to help you. What are you doing?" Willow questioned curiously.
"I don't want YOU helping me! Bloody hell! I have a good plan and the right girl doesn't even show up to help me. I don't want anyone helping me, but- but Buffy" Spike's voice went dry as he said 'Buffy'.
2 minutes to go. Spike kept checking his watch. Time was running out.
"Come down from there! Come here and get into the shade. The sun will be up in..."
"2 minutes, I know" Spike finished off Willow's sentence and he stood proud on top of the cliff.
"Spike..."
Spike was looking out at nothingness, again. He wasn't paying attention.
"Spike, Buffy's not going to come. No matter how hard you hope and no matter how hard you wish. She's not coming" Willow told him softly.
This broke Spike's heart. He didn't want to hear that, but now he had and his eyes were watering.
"Why?" he asked silently.
"She doesn't even know you're up here, Spike" Willow replied and she couldn't tolerate to see Spike so upset. It hurt her too that she had to be the one to tell him this.
Spike gulped. "Oh, she doesn't know, does she? Well, that's bloody good, isn't it? What the hell am I doing up here then?"
There was a minute to go and Spike still didn't move. Willow was anxious to get her friend (yes, friend) off the cliff.
"Please... Spike! Look, the sun's coming" and she tried to moved him, but he still stood tough on his spot.
"Please tell Buffy- Tell Buffy that I love her, will you? I don't hate her, Willow. I don't get this. I'm suppose to hate her now, right? But I can't. I don't get this love game and that's why I'm not going to be in it anymore. You know what, Willow? Well, I'm powerful and I'm strong, but love really defeats me. It REALLY does" Spike stared, once more, at Buffy's house and as he focused his eyes hard on the rising sun, he saw an image of Buffy gleaming out at him. It looked consequently magnificent and glorious. That certainly was a perfect likeness of Buffy.
"Oh god! What am I doing?" Spike cried as he realised that if he did die then he would never see his love again. He tried to head for cover, but it was too late... There was a howl and then it was all over...
Willow saw it all. The screams, the cries, the burns, the pile of ashes that laid on the ground and the thing that shocked Willow the most was that the pile of Spike's remains spelt out something. It spelt out something obvious.
Buffy.
TO BE CONTINUED....