Of Fact and Fiction - Chapter Eleven
by Angel Eternal aka Angeline
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Rating: R
Distribution: At my site "In Dreams and Shadows", "Carnal Sins" and at FF.net but it you want to
archive it go ahead, but just let me know first - I kinda like to know where it's going, and plus I find
out about more S/B shipper sites! g
Disclaimers: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is owned by Joss Whedon, several companies and God knows who else. One thing is certain - I don't own any of it! Nothing - zip - nada!
Previously:
"Buffy-love - it's me."
He watched as her features hardened, and her eyes hardened to glass. It was the visage of the
Slayer. Swiftly she spun around, landing a vicious blow to his head...
* * *
Spike fell back, "Bloody hell! Slayer!"
He pressed a hand to the side of his head where the blow landed. He glared up at her. "What's
your bleeding problem?"
Buffy remained silent, eyes fixed on him. She settled into a fighting stance, one brow cocked in
challenge.
When he refused to make a move - Buffy attacked.
Beneath the fury of her assault, Spike sensed a desperation. He could see tears shining in her
eyes. Then she sent him sprawling to the ground once more.
Bloody hell - how much was a bloke supposed to take?
This time when she launched herself at him, Spike deftly flipped her over his head, using her
own momentum to send her crashing to the ground.
Buffy's eyes widened, as she looked up.
From beneath the tangle of gold, he could see her eyes flash with wonder, before she got back
up and resumed her relentless attack.
Spike swiftly spun out of her way, "Come on luv - and I thought that we were beyond this!"
Buffy remained silent, as she rammed her fist into his face.
Spike winced, but followed that with an uppercut. "I see you want to dance."
They began to move; their movements fluid and graceful. He knew how she moved, how she
fought, and they fell into an incomparable rhythm.
Buffy's eyes widened even more, she moved in to punch him, but Spike caught her wrist, and
pulled her into him. Without hesitation, he crushed his lips onto hers.
Stunned, Buffy merely stood there, allowing him to kiss her. Then as the moments ticked by, as
his tongue softly coaxed her, she softened.
She started to kiss him back and once more they were caught up in the hot tangle that was their
tongues.
A sob racked her body, and Spike pressed her body closer to his, wanting to absorb the cry into
his very being. Wanting to feel her pain for her, so she would be left with only happiness.
"Spike..."
He pulled back, and stared into her eyes, "Buffy."
With a cry, she buried her head in his chest, crying his name over and over again.
Spike tried to soothe her, running his fingers through her hair. He knew that he wasn't just
offering her comfort, he was taking it for himself.
To feel her in his arms, and never let her go.
Buffy was too drained, she just wanted to curl up and die. If Spike wasn't holding onto her, she
would've bonelessly slid onto the ground again.
"You were right Spike."
Spike opened his eyes, and looked down at her golden head, "Right about what luv?"
"I have a death wish."
Spike pulled her back from him, "Buffy-love..."
As he stared into her eyes he was shocked at what he saw. He had only seen that look twice
before, and each time the wearer had died by his hands.
Buffy threw her head back, offering him her neck, "Do it Spike. I want it to end."
"Buffy...Slayer..."
Buffy closed her eyes, "Death is my gift Spike, and I'm through giving it."
Who was this broken creature that he held in his arms? This wasn't Buffy. It couldn't be. His
Slayer didn't have this haunted look in her eyes. She would never ask for death.
Silently he cursed himself for the words that had come from his own mouth.
"Slayer, listen to me. Death is not your gift! Have you have any idea what your death would
mean to the everyone? Your damned little Scooby club would probably fall apart without you!
And lil sis? How do you think she'd handle you up and leaving her?" Spike grabbed hold of
her shoulders and shook her, "Buffy..."
Buffy shook her head, eyes going blank. "I can't do it anymore Spike."
Then her head snapped back. Buffy turned her head slowly, eyes wide as she looked up
at Spike. "What the hell was that for?"
Spike grinned to himself. There was fire in her eyes now as she cupped her cheek. He knew
that he had hurt her, but he just couldn't stand to see her mope around.
"Luv don't be bloody ridiculous."
Buffy stared at him, still holding her cheek. The blow had hurt. She told herself it was because
she had been unprepared for it
"Spike..."
Spike opened his arms wide, "Come on Slayer, slug me back - make it a good one."
Buffy saw the twinkle in his eyes, and a small smile formed, "No Spike I don't' want to hit you
back...I..."
But before she could finish the sentence, he had swooped down on her to devour her lips once
more.
She managed to think hazily that no one had ever kissed her the way Spike did, but soon all
thoughts were consumed, as Spike's hands delved into her hair.
He couldn't help himself. He had to feel her in his arms, to make absolutely sure that she was
really there. Time meant nothing as Spike lost himself in the magic that was Buffy.
* * *
I cursed her with all my being. She was so close; I could feel the coursing of power through
her veins.
I looked up and a sound, close to a mortal gasp, hung on the air.
He stood there.
How did he...?
I stopped, and watched as the lovers fought. I now understood why she was prepared to
fight me in my guise as her lover.
He wasn't her weakness - he was her strength, and there lay my mistake.
No matter. She was falling apart, and it was not possible for a creature of darkness to be
her salvation.
* * *
Buffy sighed, and Spike shuddered as her breath flowed into him, filling him for one precious
moment with her life force.
Buffy pulled back and looked into his eyes, she ran a hand down his face, tracing the marvel
that was his sculpted cheek. She was constantly amazed by how blue his eyes were - there
was blue and then there was *blue*. She sighed again, she felt calm and in control in his
presence. It was somewhat ironic that in his presence the darkness that surrounded her
receded. She desperately needed his strength, and he was willing to give her every drop.
Spike watched her as she re-discovered his face. He grabbed her hand, and held it still
against his cheek.
"Luv, we have to get out of here..." his voice sounded hoarse and unsteady to his ears.
Her hand twisted beneath his grasp to hold his hand. She squeezed his hand lightly, telling him
without words that she would willingly follow where he led.
* * *
I had to act quickly, and I knew the only way was to separate them. Swiftly, I swooped in.
* * *
They were plunged into darkness, not even Spike's eyes could see anything. He tightened his
grip on Buffy's hand. She stepped closer to him, reassuring him with her warmth.
He felt a tingle run up his arm, and he tightened his grip even more.
He heard her cry out softly in pain, whispering an apology, he lightened his hold, puzzled that
she would be hurt by that.
They kept walking. Spike had no idea how he was going to get them out of there - but he
was determined to find a way. Buffy trusted him to find a way, and he would. He was about
to call out to Danica, when it hit him. The wave of relentless darkness, he cried out to Buffy,
but his voice was lost in the silence that enveloped him.
* * *
Buffy was so cold. She had never felt his bone-numbing coldness before, she didn't think she
had any toes or fingers to speak of.
She clung to Spike's hand, mind whirling. She wanted them to get out of here, yesterday would've
been good.
He tightened his grip on her hand, and she heard a soft cry of pain, shocked to discover that
the sound had come from her mouth. How did he manage to hurt her?
Then she realised exactly what was happening. The creature was draining her strenght away.
He had used horrendous mental images to distract her from what he was doing. Every
second she remained here, the closer she came to completely losing everything that made her
a Slayer. For it was now painfully obvious that it was the essence that made her a Slayer that
this creature wanted.
She opened her mouth to tell Spike, but a violent rip of darkness hit them, and her hand was
wrenched from his.
No, not again. She can't do this again! Buffy screamed out Spike's name, reaching out blindly
in the darkness for the touch of his hand.
Then the whirling stopped. Buffy closed her eyes, willing her stomach to stop heaving. Buffy
found herself back exactly where she was before.
She blinked, trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness.
Then she saw him.
This time he didn't bother to use anyone's image. Instead he came in another form, a completely
non-descript individual who would be lost in the crowd, he had no defining characteristics and
was the image of an ordinary person.
"Slayer. You know I really expected more from you. Falling for a creature of darkness? A vampire?
Doesn't that make your whole existence, well...pointless?"
Buffy wanted to leap up and rip out his throat, but found she simply didn't have the strength
to move. She felt utterly drained. She looked down at her hands, and noted that they were shaking.
She heard his low laugh, "Yes Slayer. It won't be long now."
"Why?" it was the only word that managed to slip past her throat, which had constricted with her
efforts not to cry.
He knelt down to look straight into her eyes. His eyes roamed over her face, studying it. "You
really are quite stunning my dear, and let me say that in all the time that I have worked, you have
given me the most amount of trouble." he nodded, eyes sparkling. "Consider that a compliment
Slayer."
Buffy was confused by his words, what did he mean? She opened her mouth, but no words came.
He smiled at her; the smile was almost kind. "I see you want to know - all of them did. I suppose,
it's the least I can offer you."
He stood, and seated himself at a luxurious chair that Buffy hadn't noticed before. "Very well
Slayer, I shall tell you, and like all the others you will understand..."
* * *
"He's gone."
The others looked up. Willow had woken up, and Tara now held a cool glass of water for her lover,
which Willow had gratefully accepted. Anya sat with Dawn, while Xander restlessly paced.
Giles put the book down. "Spike has left the dimension, presumably in search of Buffy."
He sighed, he had never felt more helpless in his life. Buffy, the girl he loved more then a daughter,
was far from his grasp, and her only hope of salvation was in the form of a filthy vampire.
Willow glanced at him, her head still pounded, and she spoke slowly, "She'll be ok Giles - Spike
will save her."
"That was what I feared."
Willow nodded understandingly. Never had Giles looked so frail as he did now. He was slumped
in his seat, his hair was mused and his face haggard. "Giles, I trust Spike."
This simple statement snapped all eyes towards her, and Willow shrank back from the scrutiny.
Silence fell for one moment, before they all started to speak.
Wincing, Willow held up her hand in a silent appeal for them to be quiet.
Their voices tapered off, until silence descended once more. "Ok I know what most of you are
thinking. But I was in his head and...and..." she frowned.
Tara held her hand, and Willow smiled at her, grateful for her support. "I can't explain it, but I
trust him." she looked directly into Xander's eyes. "All I ask is that you trust my judgement."
Xander remained silent. He had a lot to think about.
Anya saw this and drew him away.
Once she was sure that they could talk in private, she turned to him. "Xander we need to talk."
Xander nodded; too weary to do much else.
"Xander about Spike and Buffy..."
"No! There is no 'Spike and Buffy!"
Anya sighed, and took his hands, "Are you going to listen to me?"
Xander saw the determined look in her eyes, "Yeah, I'm listening."
Anya continued to look at him, until he sighed, "Zipping."
He pretended to zip his mouth close, and Anya nodded. "Spike's a demon - Spike
loves Buffy - Buffy...might love Spike..."
Xander grimaced, but as promised kept his mouth shut.
"I was a demon." she watched as his eyes widened, he opened his mouth but she clapped
her hand over his mouth. "I love you - and you love me. Are you getting the picture here?"
Xander stared into her eyes, and sighed in resignation. "Yeah An, I get the picture."
Anya flashed him one of her smiles, and Xander felt as if his whole world had lit up.
She kissed him firmly on the mouth, "Just try ok?"
He nodded, and let her lead them back.
Anya and Dawn exchanged looks, and Dawn grinned.
* * *
Danica paced up and down, worried about Buffy and Spike. But she trusted what she saw
in Spike's eyes. His armour might be tarnished, but he was a knight if she ever saw one.
~To be continued~