The Morning After

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Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters duh! And don't claim too.

Time- Takes place just after "Smashed" and the after "Wrecked" So big spoilers if you haven't seen them yet.

Authors note- This is the beginning of one of my new Buffy/Spike stories, they're my new favorite couple.

Summery- Buffy tries to deal with Spike, while at the same time other factors become an issue for her and her friend's safety. _

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Emotions

He sat there. Alone. Confused. And upset. He was stunned at her sudden departure. But at the same time relieved. He'd hurt her. He'd bit her, it should have healed by now. Something wasn't right. Somehow he felt that this was somehow his doing. Like bloody hell, how was supposed to know that her slayer healing powers wouldn't fix it? He didn't. So there was no use in feeling this way. Unfortunately he couldn't go anywhere though. Sun was up, he was stuck in this godforsaken basement while Buffy was somewhere up stairs crying because of him.

He got up and walked over to the pile of laundry she'd brought downstairs to wash. Picking up one of her shirts on top he smelled it, but then pulled up in revulsion. It smelled like garlic. Had she been trying to keep him away last night? Did she really not want him there? Or was it just like she said, she didn't know how to act on the feelings that she has for him. Oh bloody hell I don't know. This is useless I can't stay down here. I have to go to her.

Buffy sat on her couch watching the door to the basement. What was she going to do? Where did she go from here? There were just too many questions that she needed answered. She didn't like what was happening to everyone and she didn't like the fact that she could possibly be in love with another vampire. In love, that sounded odd when she was talking about Spike. She couldn't love him. He's a soulless demon, with an insane obsession over the slayer. Or at least that's what she kept telling herself. She didn't like this, it was all too confusing, and she missed it when it was simple, when she was somewhere else, heaven. It had been so wonderful there, nothing was hard or painful. And she was loved everywhere. But here people die; people get hurt, she gets hurt. She wasn't supposed to be here. She had taken her gift gratefully. Then was pulled out of her bliss by her friends. It wasn't fair. Nothing was fair anymore. She just wished she could end it. There were so many ways too, but she didn't have the strength to do it. But if she couldn't do it then she would have to get someone else to do it for her.

After night had falling Buffy had been too tied to patrol. She decided instead that she'd just go to sleep. She'd also forgotten to check if Spike had let himself out. She guessed though that he was probably still hanging around in her house somewhere. After changing in front of the mirror into her silk pajamas, she stared at the mark Spike had left on her neck. It still wasn't healing. In-fact it looked worse, it had started to bled again. It had several times since that night. A strong hand touched it, Buffy almost screamed but it was masked by his other hand covering her mouth as she turned around.

Once Buffy had calmed down Spike let go of her. She stared at him unable to think.

"It's bleeding," he said calmly.

Then continued, "Are you going to try and stop it?" he asked a little concerned. She simply shook her head no.

"Well then at least let me,"

But once he tried getting closer to her she steeped away.

"No. I don't want you too." She said flatly.

Spike looked at her oddly,

"But why luv?"

She looked him straight into his eyes.

"I could give you reasons. But none of them you're going to like."

He really wished she'd give him a straight answer. The smell of her blood was starting to intoxicate him. He wanted to taste her again. But he knew that it could be fatal for her if it happened again, although she wasn't making it easy on him.

Buffy walked over to her closet and before Spike could realize what was happening, she had him pinned against the wall. A stake held to his chest. What game was she playing at now? He knew she couldn't stake him. He knew now that she had feelings for him. She wouldn't do it. Would she?

"Buffy?"

She just stared at him. Her eye contact was never broken.

"Spike here's the deal. Either you finish what you started a few nights ago. Or I'll kill you right here, right now. I suggest you make your decision quickly." She demanded.

Her eyes were a mixture of pain, sorrow, anger and fear. He wanted to comfort her from all those things. But now all she wants is to be released from it all. She wanted him to drain her fully. To kill her, how could she even think he'd be able to do that? It wasn't possible. He'd die first. Guess he would.

Spike leaned closer to her; he could feel the wood pressing against his chest. Slowly he brushed his lips across hers. He could feel her return that kiss so he deepened it. Once the kiss broke, he grazed her left ear with his mouth, then whisper into it,

"I guess your going to have to kill me slayer." He blew lightly into her ear.

Buffy felt herself fight back tears. She'd hope he wouldn't pick that. She'd so hoped he'd come to his senses and just kill her. He hadn't though. Now she was going to have to kill him. He's suck an idiot she thought to herself. There's no reason for him to die here, if he could just end her life. She felt him pull back against the wall, forcing her to look at him. She tried not to let her real emotions show this time. No good.

"Do it then luv. No use in delaying is there? Kill me if you're so keen on it." His voice seemed emotionless.

He felt the stake tighten. He wouldn't loose eye contact though. Buffy pulled the stake back ready to strike.