Title: Seeing you now
Author: Hope
Rating: PG
Summary: Takes place after 'Normal Again'. Buffy's still mad at Spike and when they try to take out a demon, Buffy disapears almost 100 years into the past and ends up finally having normal conversations w/Spike....through telepathy.
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Author's Note: Stuff written between //'s are Buffy's thoughts, stuff writtens between --'s are Spike's thoughts.
Buffy and Spike can only hear what they want each other to hear.
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"Still can't get her?" Willow asked gently, handing Spike a warm cup of blood.
He accepted it gratefully, shaking his head. "Nope. She's still asleep."
"Great." She muttered sarcastically. "What exactly did you do when you were in New York, anyway?" Willow asked, sitting next to the blonde vampire.
"Well, killed a whole buncha people, turned some sappy blonde prostitute and summoned a rather large and hairy demon to kill the slayer."
"Oh, well...that can be bad, I guess...."
"Yeah...." He muttered, sipping from the mug.
"Why didn't you kill her?" Tara asked, looking up from the book she was going through. Spike shrugged.
"I found the spell to summon a really neat demon and what better way to use a killing machine than to knock out a slayer?" Xander glared at him. "Don't get pissy with me. If I really wanted to summon a demon to kill you lot don't you think I would have done it by now, Whelp?"
Xander sneered, "You know, I don't know why we put up with you. You're so...ugh." the boy shouted, throwing his arms in the air.
"I'm hurt, Whelp, really." Spike said, rolling his eyes.
"Stop the bickering. What kind of demon, Spike?" Willow comanded.
"Um....S'dyrek, I believe. Looked kinda like a sabertoothed tiger, only it had three eyes and black fur. Thing was bloody huge. Disapeared after it took out the girl, once it's summoned it's sent to do a certain task and once that task is completed it's sent back to the demension it was pulled from. This one's task was to kill the slayer, obviously."
//Spike?//
--Hey pet, sleep well?--
//Oh my God Spike, they have the most comfortable beds in this house!!//
--Glad you feel better, but I got some bad news....--
//How bad?//
--Pretty bad. Like, 'A big hairy tiger demon is gonna kill the girl you're staying with' bad.-- The vampire ran his fingers nervously through his hair, glancing at Willow. She raised her eyebrows at him, wondering what they Slayer was saying.
//What? How do I stop it?//
--You don't, you let it kill her....--
//Funny Spike, how do I kill it?//
--You're not hearing me luv. You. Don't. You let it kill the girl so another slayer is called or else you'll screw up the whole slayer line.--
//I can't do that, Spike....//
--You can, and you *will*, got it? If you save her you may even screw up the fact that you became a slayer.--
//I can't.....//
--Buffy. When you died, where did you go?--
//Heaven.//
--She'll be fine Buffy, she'll be done. Don't make her stay there longer than she has to.--
//........//
--We'll get you out of there soon pet, just hold tight. --
//Fine...// Buffy focused her eyes on the fancy pattern on the carpet, a scowl written on her features. Stupid vampire, why did he have to tell her that? She had the worst luck. She groaned, falling back on the pillows.
"Buffy!!!" The blonde shot upright, hearing the younger slayer scream from downstairs. Scrambling from the bed, she dashed through the doorway, fighting to keep from tripping over the long nightgown she had borrowed.
"Cassy?!" Buffy shot down the large staircase, nearly tripping over her feet. Rounding the corner, she saw Cassy, cornered by the Fylein demon. Looking around, she grabbed the closest thing that would serve as a weapon : a silver vase. Bringing her arm back, she nailed the demon in the back of it's head. It roared and Cassy used the opprotunity to rush past it, standing alongside Buffy.
"Great. Now what do we do?"
"Running is good." Buffy suggested. The girls gave each other a quick glance before dashing out the door, the demon right on their heals.
//Spike!!//
--Buffy?! What's wrong?!--
//How the hell do you kill this damn Fylein?!// The slayer winced, running into a stout man in a black suit. He gave the two pajama clad girls a hasty glare before seeing what was behind them. The demon rushed past the startled onlookers, intent only on killing the slayers.
--Unless you find a way to block it's telepathy, you don't. It knows everything you're thinking, but Willow says it feeds on the information it gets from people and if it doesn't get any new info, it dies. It should wear down eventually, it's been in that time period before and learned most of what it could.--
//Gee, you're a big help, aintcha?// The blond groaned, grabbing Cassy by the arm and pulling her across the street and into a narrow alley. She heard the demon growling behind them, unable to follow through the small space.
--You're it's only source of new information, Buffy. Keep away from it and it'll die.--
//That'll be great, considering it seems to know wherever the hell I am.// She followed Cassy who was scrambling up a shakey ladder and onto the roof of a large building. //I think we lost it.//
--Just watch yourself.--
"What'd she say?" Tara asked, watching as Spike opened his eyes. He had seemed to be concentrating on something for the last few minutes and she could only guess it was Buffy.
"That bloody Fylein's still on her tail."
"Oh...."
*****
"So, Buffy, I'd like to thank you for sending that demon here." Cassy said sarcastically, leading the other slayer into a small shop. They had spent the day weaving in and out of streets and buildings, avoiding the pesky Fylein. Having not seen him for over two hours, they decided he must have given up and that they should get some clothes. Unable to head back to Cassy's beacuase the demon would search there, Cassy suggested they try her uncle's shop, where they could get some clothes and pay him later. "Uncle Murray?"
"Cassy? S'that you dear?" A woman with short, curley brown locks walked out of the back room, hugging the girl.
"Hi Aunty Mim. Is Uncle Murray here?"
Looking her neice and her friend over, the woman smiled. "I take it you want clothes?" Smiling, Cassy nodded, signaling for Buffy to follow them into the back room. "There were a couple new shipments earlier this morning. The newest gowns are in the back, help yourselves."
"Gowns?" Buffy asked, raising an eyebrow at the lacy blue number Cassy was holding up.
"Why of course, what else would we wear?" She asked, grinning at the girl's rather absurd question.
"Well, for one, pants." Buffy held up a pair of tan trousers, a smirk playing on her features.
"Those are for men, in case you haven't noticed." The girl persisted, on the verge of giggles.
Buffy shrugged, pulling the pants on. She frowned when they drug on the ground and sagged on her waste.
"Here." Cassy said, a small laugh in her tone. She handed Buffy a small black belt belt.
"Thanks." Buffy wrapped the belt around her waist and bent down to roll the pants legs up to her knees. Looking around, she grabbed a white button up shirt. She pulled the night gown over her head and threw on the shirt, buttoning it up. She looked over to Cassy, who had put on a thin blue dress. She was grinning at the blond.
"You're a real sight, you know that?"
"Have you actually fought demons wearing one of those?" Buffy commented, nodding to her dress as she laced up some shoes she had found.
"Yes, I do it all the time." the girl answered pointedly, walking from the room. Buffy followed, pulling her hair back into a loose ponytail.
"Why, deary, you could have taken a gown. There was no need to take those shabby things."
"She wanted to, Mims. Let's just say she's a bit different from the other girls you've met." Cassy answered, grabbing an apple from the counter. She tossed one to Buffy as she munched on hers.
"Well, okay then Deary. You two just stay out of trouble, alright?"
"Tell Uncle Murray I said hi." Cassy added before walking out the door. The sun had finally set on the city and the streets had quieted down. "Well, since we can't go back to my place, we might as well kill some vamps, ey?"
"Good plan..." Buffy nodded, following the girl down the dark street.
*****
"You find anything?" Xander asked, sitting next to Willow on the floor. The couch had been taken over by a snoozing Spike, but who could blame him. The Fylein had taken alot out of him and he had been doing his best to help with the research, but sleep had finally taken him.
"Well, as far as we can tell, the Fylein should be dead by morning and we can do the spell to bring her back sometime tommorow night."
Tara nodded in agreement. "We've decided on a place she could be transported from too, the Statue of Liberty. Spike can only go back in spirit to get her because he already exists in that time."
"Should we wake Deadboy and tell him?" Xander asked coldly, glaring at the sleeping vampire.
"No, let him sleep. He'll need his energy if he's going back to get her."
"What?! Who said he was going?" Xander asked defensively, standing.
"Well, he is the strongest out of everyone here. And he does love her....." Tara began.
"No." came his cold reply. "He's a monster. No love there."
"Xander, stoppit, you know just as well as we do that he'd do anything for her." Willow said, shaking her head.
"....Fine. But if he screws this up I'll stake him in a second."
"He won't Xander, he won't...."
*****
"So, that's six for me and four for you. You still up for more?" Buffy asked playfully, spinning the broken chair leg she had been using as a stake all night. They had to improvise considering all their weapons were at Cassy's.
"One more time round the city, I'm sure we can come across a few more vamps." The brunnete answered cockily.
"Fine, let's do this." Buffy said, grinning.
"Do what, pet?"
Buffy froze. It couldn't be him. He had come to get her? Already? Her grin grew wider and she turned, throwing herself into his arms. "Oh God Spike....."
"Um....." The startled vampire grabbed the girl by the back of her shirt, pulling her violently from him and tossing her to the ground. Raising an eyebrow at her, he continued. "Do I know you?" The girl had looked somewhat appetizing a few moments before, but now Spike was just confused as to why she had hugged him.
"Spike?" Buffy asked quietly, standing slowly to her feet. Cassy looked at her and then back to the vampire.
"Hmm, I don't blame you for sleeping with him...." he was rather good looking........
"That's not him....." Buffy said remorsely, shaking her head. His clothes weren't his usual black, instead a simple white shirt and long brown coat. His hair wasn't the platinum blond she had grown accustomed to either, it's was a light brown color and fell in loose riglets over his head.
"Spikey?" Came a whiney voice from behind the girls. They turned to see a pale youbg woman, her elegant dress blowing gently behind her. She passed them paying them no heed. "I thought you were goin to tell the slayer that we were going to kill her?"
"I was getting there pet, just got a bit side tracked...." he said to the girl, wrapping his arm around her waist. He kept his gaze on Buffy, still confused by the girl.
"Drusilla..." Buffy ground out, sneering at the girl.
Turning to Spike, Dru pouted, "Do I know her? Or do I not remember?"
"M'not quiet sure luv, let's just give the slayer a proper warning, ey?" Drusilla grinned and nodded her head, "Right then, slayer, we'll be killing you tomorrow,"
"Why not do it now?" Cassy asked defensively, readying her stake.
"Tut, tut. Let me rephrase that We'll be *watching* while our new pet destroys you... and your creepy friend too...." He added, motioning to Buffy and giving her a strange look. She frowned.
"We'll see about that..." Cassy said coldly, lunging at the pair with her stake ready. Pushing Dru away, Spike easilly knocked the girl to the ground, chuckling. Cassy flipped herself up to her feet quickly, jumping at the unsuspecting vampire as he turned back to face Buffy.She clutched one arm around his throat, readying to stake him with the other.
"No!!" Buffy shouted, pulling Spike away from the girl. He fell to the ground, staring in disbelief at the blond who had saved him. Something about her screamed 'Slayer!!' but there was already a slayer, she couldn't be one too, could she? He was cut off from his thoughts as Buffy fell to the ground, Dru standing over her with a large pipe in her hands. Buffy climbed quickly to her feet, looking at Cassy. "Get Dru, I'll take care of Spike...." Cassy nodded reluctantly, chasing after the vampiress as she took off up the street. Buffy turned back to Spike, who smirked as he stood to his feet.
"Well, we have two slayers now, do we?"
"Shuttup Spike."
"Once again, do I know you?" He asked coldly, shaking his head.
"Well, sort of....." she said a bit quieter, her hostility toward him fading.
"What kind of sodding answer is that, either you do or you don't." He answered, looking at her like she was mad and lighting a ciggarete.
"You wouldn't believe me....."
He shrugged, "Probably not, so I'll just kill you." He was suddenly on top of the girl, pounding away at her and throwing her stake down the alley. He flew backwards as she kicked him in the stomach. They both climbed to their feet, glaring at each other. They were on each other again almost instantly, kicking and punching furiously. Grabbing her hands as she punched at him, Spike wrapped her arms around her back, pinning the girl to his hard chest.
"Spike..." She sputtered out, clawing at his arm and struggling for air. Rolling his eyes, he spun her around and slammed her against the brick building, staring down at her with a grin and an evil glint in his eyes. His hand clenched around her neck, keeping her from breathing.
"So, before I kill you. Try me. Tell me how you know me." She kicked under his grasp and he loosened his grip enough for her to speak. To his surprise she didn't fight against him anymore, only stared at him. His grin faded and he cocked his head at the girl, she could easily get out of the hold he had her in, but she didn't even try. Why?
"Tell me...."
".......right."
"Tell me you love me."
Releasing his grip and taking a step back, he stared at the girl. There was something about her, about the way she looked at him. She didn't want to kill him, he could tell, but her eyes spoke to him in powerful waves, sending chills down his spine. He swallowed hard, throwing his fag to the ground and grinding it out. "Who are you?'
"Buffy. Buffy Summers. And you love me... or at least you will." She approached him, unshed tears filling her eyes. He took another step back as she approached, rather confused. He halted when he came to the wall behind him, pressing his back against it as she continued her approach. She stopped in front of him, her toes nearly touching his. She ran her fingers gently down the side of his face, still looking into his eyes. He cocked his head to the side, staring at her in bewilderment. Raising his hand slowly, he placed his cold palm around her hand, lowering it from his face.
Kill her....
With a snarl, he pulled her arm, slamming her back against the wall with his hands on either side of her head. He stared down at her, his eyes filled with hate. "Shouldn't fraternize with the enemy, slayer." he snarled. She didn't speak, only staring at him wide eyed, unmoving. Well, this wouldn't be any fun if she didn't fight back, now would it? His evil grin faded as she stood stark still, refusing to fight. With a sigh, he lowered his arms, walking off down the alley. She watched as he disapeared, only to come back a few minutes later with her stake. Taking her hand in his, he slammed the peice of wood into her palm. "Fight."
Her eyes fell to the weapon he had returned to her. It had been so different when she had had to fight Angel. He wasn't himself, he had been Angelus. But Spike, he was always Spike. This was the same vampire who learned to love her. "No." She said flatly, throwing the stake away. Destroying him now meant he wouldn't be in her future and she couldn't have that, now could she?
He watched as the stake clattered to the ground, returning his cold blue eyes to her. Why couldn't he just kill her? He stalked up to her, glaring down at her unwavering form. "Fine." He ground out, grabbing her violently by her shoulders and slamming her back against the wall once more. Her stonic expression didn't change when he vamped, lowering his mouth to her ear. "Fight or I kill you." He whispered, waiting for her response. She remained quiet, her eyes clenched shut. He snarled, lowering his fangs to her neck, piercing her warm flesh, yet stopped abrubtly when he felt her small hand on the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair. He pulled away, looking at her. "What are you do....." He was silenced as she brought her lips to his, kissing him lightly. His vampire features melted away, revealing his startled human features. Unsure what else to do, the vampire wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing himself aginst her and deepening the kiss.
"Spike...tell me....." she managed, unbuttoning his shirt.
"I love you..." He moaned. Wait a minute? Where the hell had that come from? He didn't even know this girl. He pulled away from her, panting heavily. He swallowed hard and gave her one last hard glance before taking off up the street. Buffy didn't follow.
*****
"Spike? Spike, get up." Willow comanded, shaking the sleeping vampire. He woke with a start, his head racing. "What's wrong?"
"Shit Red...."
"What is it? Did something happen to Buffy?" Worry dripped from her words.
"No, not yet. Let's just say I woke up with a whole new set of memories about what happened before I killed that slayer...."
"Like what?"
"Like meeting a creepy blond named Buffy behind some buildings and having her tell me I loved her before we told the slayer that we were gonna watch her die....."
"Oh, well, is she okay?" Willow asked nervously, shifting in her seat.
--Buffy?--
//.......why didn't you tell me?//
--I hope'd you wouldn't have to run into me, it's a pretty big city...--
//Spike, don't. You should have said something.... she almost staked you....//
Spike closed his eyes, sitting up fully. --I'm sorry slayer. Just be careful, alright? I don't want to have to remember killing you......--
"She's fine Red, for now."
"Good, right then. um, while you were asleep, we found some more stuff."
"What kind of 'stuff'" He asked, noting the worried tone in her voice.
"Um, well. The Fylein will be dead by morning, we can do the spell tommorow night and......"
"And...." He demanded harshly, standing.
"You and Buffy won't be able to comunicate once the demon dies...." she shot out quickly, avoiding his eyes.
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Author: Hope
Rating: PG
Summary: Takes place after 'Normal Again'. Buffy's still mad at Spike and when they try to take out a demon, Buffy disapears almost 100 years into the past and ends up finally having normal conversations w/Spike....through telepathy.
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Author's Note: Stuff written between //'s are Buffy's thoughts, stuff writtens between --'s are Spike's thoughts.
Buffy and Spike can only hear what they want each other to hear.
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"Still can't get her?" Willow asked gently, handing Spike a warm cup of blood.
He accepted it gratefully, shaking his head. "Nope. She's still asleep."
"Great." She muttered sarcastically. "What exactly did you do when you were in New York, anyway?" Willow asked, sitting next to the blonde vampire.
"Well, killed a whole buncha people, turned some sappy blonde prostitute and summoned a rather large and hairy demon to kill the slayer."
"Oh, well...that can be bad, I guess...."
"Yeah...." He muttered, sipping from the mug.
"Why didn't you kill her?" Tara asked, looking up from the book she was going through. Spike shrugged.
"I found the spell to summon a really neat demon and what better way to use a killing machine than to knock out a slayer?" Xander glared at him. "Don't get pissy with me. If I really wanted to summon a demon to kill you lot don't you think I would have done it by now, Whelp?"
Xander sneered, "You know, I don't know why we put up with you. You're so...ugh." the boy shouted, throwing his arms in the air.
"I'm hurt, Whelp, really." Spike said, rolling his eyes.
"Stop the bickering. What kind of demon, Spike?" Willow comanded.
"Um....S'dyrek, I believe. Looked kinda like a sabertoothed tiger, only it had three eyes and black fur. Thing was bloody huge. Disapeared after it took out the girl, once it's summoned it's sent to do a certain task and once that task is completed it's sent back to the demension it was pulled from. This one's task was to kill the slayer, obviously."
//Spike?//
--Hey pet, sleep well?--
//Oh my God Spike, they have the most comfortable beds in this house!!//
--Glad you feel better, but I got some bad news....--
//How bad?//
--Pretty bad. Like, 'A big hairy tiger demon is gonna kill the girl you're staying with' bad.-- The vampire ran his fingers nervously through his hair, glancing at Willow. She raised her eyebrows at him, wondering what they Slayer was saying.
//What? How do I stop it?//
--You don't, you let it kill her....--
//Funny Spike, how do I kill it?//
--You're not hearing me luv. You. Don't. You let it kill the girl so another slayer is called or else you'll screw up the whole slayer line.--
//I can't do that, Spike....//
--You can, and you *will*, got it? If you save her you may even screw up the fact that you became a slayer.--
//I can't.....//
--Buffy. When you died, where did you go?--
//Heaven.//
--She'll be fine Buffy, she'll be done. Don't make her stay there longer than she has to.--
//........//
--We'll get you out of there soon pet, just hold tight. --
//Fine...// Buffy focused her eyes on the fancy pattern on the carpet, a scowl written on her features. Stupid vampire, why did he have to tell her that? She had the worst luck. She groaned, falling back on the pillows.
"Buffy!!!" The blonde shot upright, hearing the younger slayer scream from downstairs. Scrambling from the bed, she dashed through the doorway, fighting to keep from tripping over the long nightgown she had borrowed.
"Cassy?!" Buffy shot down the large staircase, nearly tripping over her feet. Rounding the corner, she saw Cassy, cornered by the Fylein demon. Looking around, she grabbed the closest thing that would serve as a weapon : a silver vase. Bringing her arm back, she nailed the demon in the back of it's head. It roared and Cassy used the opprotunity to rush past it, standing alongside Buffy.
"Great. Now what do we do?"
"Running is good." Buffy suggested. The girls gave each other a quick glance before dashing out the door, the demon right on their heals.
//Spike!!//
--Buffy?! What's wrong?!--
//How the hell do you kill this damn Fylein?!// The slayer winced, running into a stout man in a black suit. He gave the two pajama clad girls a hasty glare before seeing what was behind them. The demon rushed past the startled onlookers, intent only on killing the slayers.
--Unless you find a way to block it's telepathy, you don't. It knows everything you're thinking, but Willow says it feeds on the information it gets from people and if it doesn't get any new info, it dies. It should wear down eventually, it's been in that time period before and learned most of what it could.--
//Gee, you're a big help, aintcha?// The blond groaned, grabbing Cassy by the arm and pulling her across the street and into a narrow alley. She heard the demon growling behind them, unable to follow through the small space.
--You're it's only source of new information, Buffy. Keep away from it and it'll die.--
//That'll be great, considering it seems to know wherever the hell I am.// She followed Cassy who was scrambling up a shakey ladder and onto the roof of a large building. //I think we lost it.//
--Just watch yourself.--
"What'd she say?" Tara asked, watching as Spike opened his eyes. He had seemed to be concentrating on something for the last few minutes and she could only guess it was Buffy.
"That bloody Fylein's still on her tail."
"Oh...."
*****
"So, Buffy, I'd like to thank you for sending that demon here." Cassy said sarcastically, leading the other slayer into a small shop. They had spent the day weaving in and out of streets and buildings, avoiding the pesky Fylein. Having not seen him for over two hours, they decided he must have given up and that they should get some clothes. Unable to head back to Cassy's beacuase the demon would search there, Cassy suggested they try her uncle's shop, where they could get some clothes and pay him later. "Uncle Murray?"
"Cassy? S'that you dear?" A woman with short, curley brown locks walked out of the back room, hugging the girl.
"Hi Aunty Mim. Is Uncle Murray here?"
Looking her neice and her friend over, the woman smiled. "I take it you want clothes?" Smiling, Cassy nodded, signaling for Buffy to follow them into the back room. "There were a couple new shipments earlier this morning. The newest gowns are in the back, help yourselves."
"Gowns?" Buffy asked, raising an eyebrow at the lacy blue number Cassy was holding up.
"Why of course, what else would we wear?" She asked, grinning at the girl's rather absurd question.
"Well, for one, pants." Buffy held up a pair of tan trousers, a smirk playing on her features.
"Those are for men, in case you haven't noticed." The girl persisted, on the verge of giggles.
Buffy shrugged, pulling the pants on. She frowned when they drug on the ground and sagged on her waste.
"Here." Cassy said, a small laugh in her tone. She handed Buffy a small black belt belt.
"Thanks." Buffy wrapped the belt around her waist and bent down to roll the pants legs up to her knees. Looking around, she grabbed a white button up shirt. She pulled the night gown over her head and threw on the shirt, buttoning it up. She looked over to Cassy, who had put on a thin blue dress. She was grinning at the blond.
"You're a real sight, you know that?"
"Have you actually fought demons wearing one of those?" Buffy commented, nodding to her dress as she laced up some shoes she had found.
"Yes, I do it all the time." the girl answered pointedly, walking from the room. Buffy followed, pulling her hair back into a loose ponytail.
"Why, deary, you could have taken a gown. There was no need to take those shabby things."
"She wanted to, Mims. Let's just say she's a bit different from the other girls you've met." Cassy answered, grabbing an apple from the counter. She tossed one to Buffy as she munched on hers.
"Well, okay then Deary. You two just stay out of trouble, alright?"
"Tell Uncle Murray I said hi." Cassy added before walking out the door. The sun had finally set on the city and the streets had quieted down. "Well, since we can't go back to my place, we might as well kill some vamps, ey?"
"Good plan..." Buffy nodded, following the girl down the dark street.
*****
"You find anything?" Xander asked, sitting next to Willow on the floor. The couch had been taken over by a snoozing Spike, but who could blame him. The Fylein had taken alot out of him and he had been doing his best to help with the research, but sleep had finally taken him.
"Well, as far as we can tell, the Fylein should be dead by morning and we can do the spell to bring her back sometime tommorow night."
Tara nodded in agreement. "We've decided on a place she could be transported from too, the Statue of Liberty. Spike can only go back in spirit to get her because he already exists in that time."
"Should we wake Deadboy and tell him?" Xander asked coldly, glaring at the sleeping vampire.
"No, let him sleep. He'll need his energy if he's going back to get her."
"What?! Who said he was going?" Xander asked defensively, standing.
"Well, he is the strongest out of everyone here. And he does love her....." Tara began.
"No." came his cold reply. "He's a monster. No love there."
"Xander, stoppit, you know just as well as we do that he'd do anything for her." Willow said, shaking her head.
"....Fine. But if he screws this up I'll stake him in a second."
"He won't Xander, he won't...."
*****
"So, that's six for me and four for you. You still up for more?" Buffy asked playfully, spinning the broken chair leg she had been using as a stake all night. They had to improvise considering all their weapons were at Cassy's.
"One more time round the city, I'm sure we can come across a few more vamps." The brunnete answered cockily.
"Fine, let's do this." Buffy said, grinning.
"Do what, pet?"
Buffy froze. It couldn't be him. He had come to get her? Already? Her grin grew wider and she turned, throwing herself into his arms. "Oh God Spike....."
"Um....." The startled vampire grabbed the girl by the back of her shirt, pulling her violently from him and tossing her to the ground. Raising an eyebrow at her, he continued. "Do I know you?" The girl had looked somewhat appetizing a few moments before, but now Spike was just confused as to why she had hugged him.
"Spike?" Buffy asked quietly, standing slowly to her feet. Cassy looked at her and then back to the vampire.
"Hmm, I don't blame you for sleeping with him...." he was rather good looking........
"That's not him....." Buffy said remorsely, shaking her head. His clothes weren't his usual black, instead a simple white shirt and long brown coat. His hair wasn't the platinum blond she had grown accustomed to either, it's was a light brown color and fell in loose riglets over his head.
"Spikey?" Came a whiney voice from behind the girls. They turned to see a pale youbg woman, her elegant dress blowing gently behind her. She passed them paying them no heed. "I thought you were goin to tell the slayer that we were going to kill her?"
"I was getting there pet, just got a bit side tracked...." he said to the girl, wrapping his arm around her waist. He kept his gaze on Buffy, still confused by the girl.
"Drusilla..." Buffy ground out, sneering at the girl.
Turning to Spike, Dru pouted, "Do I know her? Or do I not remember?"
"M'not quiet sure luv, let's just give the slayer a proper warning, ey?" Drusilla grinned and nodded her head, "Right then, slayer, we'll be killing you tomorrow,"
"Why not do it now?" Cassy asked defensively, readying her stake.
"Tut, tut. Let me rephrase that We'll be *watching* while our new pet destroys you... and your creepy friend too...." He added, motioning to Buffy and giving her a strange look. She frowned.
"We'll see about that..." Cassy said coldly, lunging at the pair with her stake ready. Pushing Dru away, Spike easilly knocked the girl to the ground, chuckling. Cassy flipped herself up to her feet quickly, jumping at the unsuspecting vampire as he turned back to face Buffy.She clutched one arm around his throat, readying to stake him with the other.
"No!!" Buffy shouted, pulling Spike away from the girl. He fell to the ground, staring in disbelief at the blond who had saved him. Something about her screamed 'Slayer!!' but there was already a slayer, she couldn't be one too, could she? He was cut off from his thoughts as Buffy fell to the ground, Dru standing over her with a large pipe in her hands. Buffy climbed quickly to her feet, looking at Cassy. "Get Dru, I'll take care of Spike...." Cassy nodded reluctantly, chasing after the vampiress as she took off up the street. Buffy turned back to Spike, who smirked as he stood to his feet.
"Well, we have two slayers now, do we?"
"Shuttup Spike."
"Once again, do I know you?" He asked coldly, shaking his head.
"Well, sort of....." she said a bit quieter, her hostility toward him fading.
"What kind of sodding answer is that, either you do or you don't." He answered, looking at her like she was mad and lighting a ciggarete.
"You wouldn't believe me....."
He shrugged, "Probably not, so I'll just kill you." He was suddenly on top of the girl, pounding away at her and throwing her stake down the alley. He flew backwards as she kicked him in the stomach. They both climbed to their feet, glaring at each other. They were on each other again almost instantly, kicking and punching furiously. Grabbing her hands as she punched at him, Spike wrapped her arms around her back, pinning the girl to his hard chest.
"Spike..." She sputtered out, clawing at his arm and struggling for air. Rolling his eyes, he spun her around and slammed her against the brick building, staring down at her with a grin and an evil glint in his eyes. His hand clenched around her neck, keeping her from breathing.
"So, before I kill you. Try me. Tell me how you know me." She kicked under his grasp and he loosened his grip enough for her to speak. To his surprise she didn't fight against him anymore, only stared at him. His grin faded and he cocked his head at the girl, she could easily get out of the hold he had her in, but she didn't even try. Why?
"Tell me...."
".......right."
"Tell me you love me."
Releasing his grip and taking a step back, he stared at the girl. There was something about her, about the way she looked at him. She didn't want to kill him, he could tell, but her eyes spoke to him in powerful waves, sending chills down his spine. He swallowed hard, throwing his fag to the ground and grinding it out. "Who are you?'
"Buffy. Buffy Summers. And you love me... or at least you will." She approached him, unshed tears filling her eyes. He took another step back as she approached, rather confused. He halted when he came to the wall behind him, pressing his back against it as she continued her approach. She stopped in front of him, her toes nearly touching his. She ran her fingers gently down the side of his face, still looking into his eyes. He cocked his head to the side, staring at her in bewilderment. Raising his hand slowly, he placed his cold palm around her hand, lowering it from his face.
Kill her....
With a snarl, he pulled her arm, slamming her back against the wall with his hands on either side of her head. He stared down at her, his eyes filled with hate. "Shouldn't fraternize with the enemy, slayer." he snarled. She didn't speak, only staring at him wide eyed, unmoving. Well, this wouldn't be any fun if she didn't fight back, now would it? His evil grin faded as she stood stark still, refusing to fight. With a sigh, he lowered his arms, walking off down the alley. She watched as he disapeared, only to come back a few minutes later with her stake. Taking her hand in his, he slammed the peice of wood into her palm. "Fight."
Her eyes fell to the weapon he had returned to her. It had been so different when she had had to fight Angel. He wasn't himself, he had been Angelus. But Spike, he was always Spike. This was the same vampire who learned to love her. "No." She said flatly, throwing the stake away. Destroying him now meant he wouldn't be in her future and she couldn't have that, now could she?
He watched as the stake clattered to the ground, returning his cold blue eyes to her. Why couldn't he just kill her? He stalked up to her, glaring down at her unwavering form. "Fine." He ground out, grabbing her violently by her shoulders and slamming her back against the wall once more. Her stonic expression didn't change when he vamped, lowering his mouth to her ear. "Fight or I kill you." He whispered, waiting for her response. She remained quiet, her eyes clenched shut. He snarled, lowering his fangs to her neck, piercing her warm flesh, yet stopped abrubtly when he felt her small hand on the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair. He pulled away, looking at her. "What are you do....." He was silenced as she brought her lips to his, kissing him lightly. His vampire features melted away, revealing his startled human features. Unsure what else to do, the vampire wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing himself aginst her and deepening the kiss.
"Spike...tell me....." she managed, unbuttoning his shirt.
"I love you..." He moaned. Wait a minute? Where the hell had that come from? He didn't even know this girl. He pulled away from her, panting heavily. He swallowed hard and gave her one last hard glance before taking off up the street. Buffy didn't follow.
*****
"Spike? Spike, get up." Willow comanded, shaking the sleeping vampire. He woke with a start, his head racing. "What's wrong?"
"Shit Red...."
"What is it? Did something happen to Buffy?" Worry dripped from her words.
"No, not yet. Let's just say I woke up with a whole new set of memories about what happened before I killed that slayer...."
"Like what?"
"Like meeting a creepy blond named Buffy behind some buildings and having her tell me I loved her before we told the slayer that we were gonna watch her die....."
"Oh, well, is she okay?" Willow asked nervously, shifting in her seat.
--Buffy?--
//.......why didn't you tell me?//
--I hope'd you wouldn't have to run into me, it's a pretty big city...--
//Spike, don't. You should have said something.... she almost staked you....//
Spike closed his eyes, sitting up fully. --I'm sorry slayer. Just be careful, alright? I don't want to have to remember killing you......--
"She's fine Red, for now."
"Good, right then. um, while you were asleep, we found some more stuff."
"What kind of 'stuff'" He asked, noting the worried tone in her voice.
"Um, well. The Fylein will be dead by morning, we can do the spell tommorow night and......"
"And...." He demanded harshly, standing.
"You and Buffy won't be able to comunicate once the demon dies...." she shot out quickly, avoiding his eyes.
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