My Sacrifice
Sj 2001

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Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Mutant enemy owns all.

Synopsis: Buffy's pushed Spike too far, and the chip's history, kiddies. Spoilers [if that's what you wanna call 'em] up till recently, not counting the stolen kisses between B n' S. 1 has happened, and that would be the one after the Broadway fiasco. This takes place near the end of "Smashed". In his angered state, Spike leaves Sunnydale for a while, and in Los Angeles, he meets up with the grand Poofster...err, I mean, Angel, and they have a little talk....

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His steel blue eyes flashed with anger. His arm lashed out, knocking her into the wooden post, not caring for the fact that the abandoned house was about to crumble. "Hello! Vampire here! I'm supposed to be treading on the dark side!" He stalked over to her, and as she made a move to land a right to his jaw, he grabbed her arm, throwing the blond Slayer into the opposite wall. She rolled, and he stepped right over her, glaring down at her. "What's your excuse?" She was about to make a retort, when the bleached Vampire moved away from her, and began to walk away. "You're bloody not worth it, Summers."

"Spike! Get back here!" Buffy ordered, half-wanting to beat the hell out of him some more, and half-scared because of what he told her. (I didn't come back right? What the hell is he talking about?!)

"Forget it, Slayer," Spike said, still walking away. "You've just got the natural ability to piss people off beyond return. And you wondered why Angel left." The words stung as he spat them out, but right now, hurting her verbally was about all he could do. "You know something happened, and yet, you deny every bloody thing I've said to you. But then again, I'm just the chipped vampire, you don't need to listen to me." He reached the smashed door, stepping through it, knowing Buffy was behind him. "You're getting your wish, Slayer. I'll be out of your bloody life, and then you can go back to hating my kind." With that, Spike vanished into the night air, leaving the blond Slayer confused, angry, and scared.


Spike's fists were clenched so hard that his palms were bleeding, yet the wounds healed instantly, but the skin broke as soon as it had healed. Why the hell did he even bother? He got nothing in return for his help, for what he had done for her. (You love her,) a voice in his head told him. Spike growled. Love? Right. What did he know about that anyway? He was just 'A thing. An evil, disgusting *thing*.' That's how she always thought of him, and he knew it. Yet he persisted in winning her trust. He stayed with Dawn and took care of her when Buffy was dead. Dawn was the only Summers other than Joyce that understood Spike.

Joyce. She was such a nice woman, considering the hell that was brought to her doorstep every day thanks to her Slayer daughter. Spike couldn't believe that she was gone, but knew the Summers Mom was in a better place. (Any place is better than Sunnyhell,) Spike thought bitterly, his brisk pace quickening. He soon reached his crypt, and flinging out a black duffel bag, began to chuck assorted items into the bag. That included about 20 bags of blood, a change of clothes for two weeks, a brush, and a journal that looked to be as old as Spike was.

"One less thorn in your side, Slayer," Spike hissed, throwing the duffel bag over his shoulder. He made his way to his car, throwing the duffel bag in the back seat with authority. Spike got into the driver's seat, started the ignition, and tore out of Sunnydale like a bat out of hell. It was bound to happen. Slayer drove the one man that would care for her out of her life. Then again, William the Bloody wasn't lucky enough to love.


"What do you mean Spike left?" Willow asked, quickly chucking the spell book she had in her hands under the bed.

"I mean he left, gone, poof," Buffy said sadly, making a little motion with her hands. "I pushed him too far, but I didn't think he would say what he did."

"What was that?" Willow urged gently, patting the spot beside her. Buffy sat down, and sighed again. "Buff, you can tell me. Honest."

"He said...Willow, he said that I didn't come back right," Buffy blurted. "He could...hit me, and wasn't in any pain..." She got sudden flashes in her mind of the fight, and what Spike said as he left. "He said....Spike said that I came back a little less human."

"Less human? Buffy, no," Willow tried to assure her friend that what Spike said wasn't true, but she had a sinking feeling about it.

"Willow, I think he's right," Buffy whispered. "And he's gone....poof."

"What do you mean, GONE?!" a young, but shrill voice exclaimed. Buffy's head snapped up to see Dawn, her face streaked with tears. "Spike's gone?! How could you, Buffy?!" Buffy tried to explain, but her younger sister continued. "I don't care if you think Spike's just a lowly vampire, but he was the one guy on this damn planet that actually cared about you Buffy! He *cried* when you died, and went to your grave every single night, putting flowers! I hope you're happy Buffy, because you sucessfully drove the one man that loved you completely out of Sunnydale for *good*!" With that, Dawn stalked out of Willow's room, slamming the door with authority.

"She's right," Buffy whispered, fighting back the tears. "But what can I do?"

"I don't know, Buff," Willow said honestly, "I guess you have to give this time, maybe... he'll calm down and come back... but what if he says is true, and he can attack you, we might be in some serious trouble."


Spike listened to the radio, but soon got annoyed at the songs being played, and slammed it off, ultimately breaking it. "Soddin' technology," He muttered, the scenery around him passing like a blur, thanks to the incredibly high speeds he was going. The bleached vampire swerved in and out of lanes, passing cars by with amazing speed, and also receiving numerous honks and some not-so-nice comments about his driving ability. It would be dawn in a few hours, and Spike calculated that he would have enough time to find a hotel or something to shack up for the day. He blasted past a few more cars before a big green sign greeted him:

"Welcome to Los Angeles--The City of Angels."

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Author's notes: How was that? Do you guys like it? It's my first shot at Buffy fanfiction, and so, I have no idea what I'm really doing. Suggestions are welcome, but not flames. It could be S/B, it could be S/A [hah, scared, you, didn't I?] or whatever. I might continue this, I'm not sure. Let me know if I should! ^_^