A New Perspective
Chapter 2
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Buffy cautiously opened the back door and was about to stick her bare hand out into the morning sunlight when she heard sounds behind her. She spun around.
"Hey Buffy. Whatcha up to?" Dawn asked, taking a bite of an apple.
"I, uh, why are you up so early Dawn?"
"Hello..it's like 11:30. Somebody had a late night last night hmmm?"
"Look Dawn. You need to..I need to.."
"Wha? I need to forget that you came home at 4 with your hair and clothes all mussed...and Spike's hair and clothes all mussed..and you guys were all pawing at each other..?"
"What?!"
"No way jose. That is wicked blackmail material. So, I can go to that party at Serena's tonight right?"
"No! What? Dawn.."
"Spike musta done a number on you..you're all clueless. Still in the ecstasy zone eh?"
"Dawn!" Buffy put her hand to her forehead, where a strong headache had suddenly formed.
"Stop it. Stop..stop, stop." She mumbled, closing her eyes.
"Listen Buffy, I swear to God if you don't let me go to Serena's party I'll tell Will everything! Or even worse, I may tell Xander and Anya! This is the biggest party--"
"STOP!" Buffy's eyes snapped open to reveal their now yellow colour. With fangs beared she growled at Dawn who shrank away with wide eyes.
"Oh my God..Oh no..oh Buffy..no.." Dawn stumbled away.
Buffy's finger tips rubbed against the ridges across her brow and she yanked them away in horror.
"What the?" She ran to a nearby mirror to see what it was and the shock of not seeing her own reflection staring back at her resurfaced. Suddenly she knew what Dawn was seeing. She tentitively ran her fingers over her razor sharp fangs.
Buffy looked over at Dawn and saw the fear that was painfully apparent in her face.
"Oh God..Dawnie, no!" She reached out her hand towards her sister, which only terrified her more. Finally Dawn's mind connected with her feet and she turned and fled from the room.
Buffy growled and yanked a blanket from the nearby couch. She threw it over her head and stalked angrily out the door.
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The sound of his crypt door slamming and angry footsteps dashing across the floor above him woke Spike. He reached over the side of the bed and seized the small but lethal dagger he kept there. With it firmly in his grasp he lay back, shutting his eyes and hid his hand under the covers.
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"Wake up you bastard!" Buffy screamed, yanking the covers back.
Spike caught her arm and pulled her down onto the bed beside him. He had the advantage of surprise, and also of having a clear head and soon overcame her.
He straddled her struggling body and held her wrists together above her head. His other hand held the dagger with its point just grazing below her chin.
"Buffy?" He froze, only now noticing who it was. He groaned inwardly realizing his mistake and was about to let go...
"That's right asshole! Now let go of me so I can stake your ass properly!"
After hearing that he decided it might be best to hold on to her for just a while longer.
"Excuse me?"
Buffy struggled against him but to no avail. In this position he could keep her here forever.
"You deserve worse than a staking!" Buffy spat. "But you aren't worth me wasting my time torturing you!"
Spike chuckled, he leaned down, bringing his face close to hers.
"Is this a game luv? Because I think I like it."
He was leaning in to kiss her when she used all the force she had and head butted him, sending him flying backwards.
"Bloody hell Slayer! That was uncalled for."
She stood over him, one heeled boot on his chest. He easily could have toppled her over, but he didn't try it.
"How could you Spike?"
"Slay--Buffy..I don't follow you luv."
She dug her foot in a little harder and he groaned.
"How could you? I trusted you! Don't you realize how hard that was for me?!" Her face was contorted in a mixture of anger, frustration and pain. Tears coursed down her cheeks.
"Buffy..I didn't do anything! You were the one all in wanting."
"LIAR!" She fumbled in her pocket until she had what she wanted. The stake she pulled out made Spike realize the seriousness of the situation. He'd seen that one before, it was the one she used only when going after a big kill.
"Luv..now wait a minute and think this through.."
"I will not--"
Spike grasped her ankle tightly and turned it sharply, pulling down at the same time. Buffy fell to the side and hit the ground hard. The stake shot out of her hand and rolled under the bed.
The sharp pain in the head Spike received slowed him down just enough so that he wasn't able to get the upper hand and the two of them jumped to their feet in unison. Fists and minds ready for battle.
"Buffy what's gotten into you?"
"You. You monster!" She seethed. She threw a punch his way but he blocked it.
"I don't understand! What did I do?"
"You've probably been planning it all along haven't you?"
"Buffy.."
"This whole thing about you loving me? It was all a lie I bet."
"That's not true! I do love you. You know that." He dropped his fists, showing her in the only way he knew how, that he was telling the truth.
"STOP LYING!" Buffy screamed and lashed out in frustration, using his momentarily defenseless state against him.
Spike howled in pain and clutched his nose. When he brought his hand away he saw that it was covered in blood. Without letting his eyes stray from Buffy's shaking form he stepped back, out of her reach.
"Buffy, what's going on luv?"
"Don't 'luv' me!" She seethed.
Spike brought a hand to his throbbing temple and grimaced.
"Fine, Buffy, what the bloody hell is going on? You rush in here knocking me around without an explanation. Give a man some warning before you go all bitch-monster!" His raised his eyebrows questioningly, but still didn't let his guard down. His seemingly broken nose was reminder enough of what that led to.
"You are not a man! Stop acting all innocent! I'll kill you for this!" She took a step towards him, and Spike stepped back in turn.
Two more steps on her part elicited two equal steps on his. Suddenly Spike felt himself with his back to the wall. He cursed, unless he could talk some sense into her, she had him trapped.
"Buffy, I know you live big time in denial land..but we didn't do anything last night that should bring about this sort of reaction. Talk to me..."
"Enough talking!" She snapped, and threw a hard left hook.
Thinking quickly Spike caught her wrist, but didn't stop her momentum, only redirected it. Her fist smashed against the rock an inch from his face. Buffy howled in pain.
Spike grabbed a nearby chain and snapped it onto her wrist. The chain was old and rusted and he knew it wouldn't hold her for long, but it would have to do.
Buffy lunged towards him, as far as the chain would let her, but by that point he was already out of her reach. He hurried up the ladder to the second floor and looked for someway to restrain her so that he could talk some sense into her.
Buffy roared in anger and frustration and lunged out again, this time snapping the chain in two. She followed Spike up to the main level.
"Buffy. Just tell me what the hell you think happened and we'll work this all out. No need to get rash."
Buffy ignored his words, she'd had enough of this, it was time to finish it. She advanced on him.
Spike didn't move away, but he stood ready, with his fists up, prepared to block whatever she threw at him.
Knowing he could anticipate almost every move she made, she did what he was least expecting.
When her knee connected with its target Spike howled in pain. He toppled over in a heap, lying all curled up.
He gasped for air.
"..Buffy..?" Glancing up he saw a sight he'd only ever dreamt about.
Buffy's yellow eyes flashed in anger. She reached down and grabbed his shirt by the collar and yanked him up into a standing position.
Spike didn't bother to fight back, he was too shocked.
"That's right," she growled, "get a good look at your handiwork bastard! It'll be the last thing you ever see!!"
She dragged him across the room and yanked the door to the crypt open, being careful to avoid the bright rays of light.
"Oh God! Buffy..no"
But it was no use, without further ado she shoved him out the door into the deadly sunlight.
Spike held his hands up in a feeble attempt to ward off the sunlight..he felt his skin begin to warm unbearably. He stared back towards the shadowed figure, fear apparent in his eyes.
"Buffy..what have you done?"
TBC
Chapter 2
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Buffy cautiously opened the back door and was about to stick her bare hand out into the morning sunlight when she heard sounds behind her. She spun around.
"Hey Buffy. Whatcha up to?" Dawn asked, taking a bite of an apple.
"I, uh, why are you up so early Dawn?"
"Hello..it's like 11:30. Somebody had a late night last night hmmm?"
"Look Dawn. You need to..I need to.."
"Wha? I need to forget that you came home at 4 with your hair and clothes all mussed...and Spike's hair and clothes all mussed..and you guys were all pawing at each other..?"
"What?!"
"No way jose. That is wicked blackmail material. So, I can go to that party at Serena's tonight right?"
"No! What? Dawn.."
"Spike musta done a number on you..you're all clueless. Still in the ecstasy zone eh?"
"Dawn!" Buffy put her hand to her forehead, where a strong headache had suddenly formed.
"Stop it. Stop..stop, stop." She mumbled, closing her eyes.
"Listen Buffy, I swear to God if you don't let me go to Serena's party I'll tell Will everything! Or even worse, I may tell Xander and Anya! This is the biggest party--"
"STOP!" Buffy's eyes snapped open to reveal their now yellow colour. With fangs beared she growled at Dawn who shrank away with wide eyes.
"Oh my God..Oh no..oh Buffy..no.." Dawn stumbled away.
Buffy's finger tips rubbed against the ridges across her brow and she yanked them away in horror.
"What the?" She ran to a nearby mirror to see what it was and the shock of not seeing her own reflection staring back at her resurfaced. Suddenly she knew what Dawn was seeing. She tentitively ran her fingers over her razor sharp fangs.
Buffy looked over at Dawn and saw the fear that was painfully apparent in her face.
"Oh God..Dawnie, no!" She reached out her hand towards her sister, which only terrified her more. Finally Dawn's mind connected with her feet and she turned and fled from the room.
Buffy growled and yanked a blanket from the nearby couch. She threw it over her head and stalked angrily out the door.
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The sound of his crypt door slamming and angry footsteps dashing across the floor above him woke Spike. He reached over the side of the bed and seized the small but lethal dagger he kept there. With it firmly in his grasp he lay back, shutting his eyes and hid his hand under the covers.
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"Wake up you bastard!" Buffy screamed, yanking the covers back.
Spike caught her arm and pulled her down onto the bed beside him. He had the advantage of surprise, and also of having a clear head and soon overcame her.
He straddled her struggling body and held her wrists together above her head. His other hand held the dagger with its point just grazing below her chin.
"Buffy?" He froze, only now noticing who it was. He groaned inwardly realizing his mistake and was about to let go...
"That's right asshole! Now let go of me so I can stake your ass properly!"
After hearing that he decided it might be best to hold on to her for just a while longer.
"Excuse me?"
Buffy struggled against him but to no avail. In this position he could keep her here forever.
"You deserve worse than a staking!" Buffy spat. "But you aren't worth me wasting my time torturing you!"
Spike chuckled, he leaned down, bringing his face close to hers.
"Is this a game luv? Because I think I like it."
He was leaning in to kiss her when she used all the force she had and head butted him, sending him flying backwards.
"Bloody hell Slayer! That was uncalled for."
She stood over him, one heeled boot on his chest. He easily could have toppled her over, but he didn't try it.
"How could you Spike?"
"Slay--Buffy..I don't follow you luv."
She dug her foot in a little harder and he groaned.
"How could you? I trusted you! Don't you realize how hard that was for me?!" Her face was contorted in a mixture of anger, frustration and pain. Tears coursed down her cheeks.
"Buffy..I didn't do anything! You were the one all in wanting."
"LIAR!" She fumbled in her pocket until she had what she wanted. The stake she pulled out made Spike realize the seriousness of the situation. He'd seen that one before, it was the one she used only when going after a big kill.
"Luv..now wait a minute and think this through.."
"I will not--"
Spike grasped her ankle tightly and turned it sharply, pulling down at the same time. Buffy fell to the side and hit the ground hard. The stake shot out of her hand and rolled under the bed.
The sharp pain in the head Spike received slowed him down just enough so that he wasn't able to get the upper hand and the two of them jumped to their feet in unison. Fists and minds ready for battle.
"Buffy what's gotten into you?"
"You. You monster!" She seethed. She threw a punch his way but he blocked it.
"I don't understand! What did I do?"
"You've probably been planning it all along haven't you?"
"Buffy.."
"This whole thing about you loving me? It was all a lie I bet."
"That's not true! I do love you. You know that." He dropped his fists, showing her in the only way he knew how, that he was telling the truth.
"STOP LYING!" Buffy screamed and lashed out in frustration, using his momentarily defenseless state against him.
Spike howled in pain and clutched his nose. When he brought his hand away he saw that it was covered in blood. Without letting his eyes stray from Buffy's shaking form he stepped back, out of her reach.
"Buffy, what's going on luv?"
"Don't 'luv' me!" She seethed.
Spike brought a hand to his throbbing temple and grimaced.
"Fine, Buffy, what the bloody hell is going on? You rush in here knocking me around without an explanation. Give a man some warning before you go all bitch-monster!" His raised his eyebrows questioningly, but still didn't let his guard down. His seemingly broken nose was reminder enough of what that led to.
"You are not a man! Stop acting all innocent! I'll kill you for this!" She took a step towards him, and Spike stepped back in turn.
Two more steps on her part elicited two equal steps on his. Suddenly Spike felt himself with his back to the wall. He cursed, unless he could talk some sense into her, she had him trapped.
"Buffy, I know you live big time in denial land..but we didn't do anything last night that should bring about this sort of reaction. Talk to me..."
"Enough talking!" She snapped, and threw a hard left hook.
Thinking quickly Spike caught her wrist, but didn't stop her momentum, only redirected it. Her fist smashed against the rock an inch from his face. Buffy howled in pain.
Spike grabbed a nearby chain and snapped it onto her wrist. The chain was old and rusted and he knew it wouldn't hold her for long, but it would have to do.
Buffy lunged towards him, as far as the chain would let her, but by that point he was already out of her reach. He hurried up the ladder to the second floor and looked for someway to restrain her so that he could talk some sense into her.
Buffy roared in anger and frustration and lunged out again, this time snapping the chain in two. She followed Spike up to the main level.
"Buffy. Just tell me what the hell you think happened and we'll work this all out. No need to get rash."
Buffy ignored his words, she'd had enough of this, it was time to finish it. She advanced on him.
Spike didn't move away, but he stood ready, with his fists up, prepared to block whatever she threw at him.
Knowing he could anticipate almost every move she made, she did what he was least expecting.
When her knee connected with its target Spike howled in pain. He toppled over in a heap, lying all curled up.
He gasped for air.
"..Buffy..?" Glancing up he saw a sight he'd only ever dreamt about.
Buffy's yellow eyes flashed in anger. She reached down and grabbed his shirt by the collar and yanked him up into a standing position.
Spike didn't bother to fight back, he was too shocked.
"That's right," she growled, "get a good look at your handiwork bastard! It'll be the last thing you ever see!!"
She dragged him across the room and yanked the door to the crypt open, being careful to avoid the bright rays of light.
"Oh God! Buffy..no"
But it was no use, without further ado she shoved him out the door into the deadly sunlight.
Spike held his hands up in a feeble attempt to ward off the sunlight..he felt his skin begin to warm unbearably. He stared back towards the shadowed figure, fear apparent in his eyes.
"Buffy..what have you done?"
TBC