Title: The Gift (3/?)
Author: Bert
Disclaimer: BtVS characters are owned by Joss Whedon, The WB and Mutant Enemy, no copyright infringement is intended, blah blah de-blah
Rating: some naughty words
Summary: Not nice
"Duck" shouted Buffy.
Spike threw himself to the ground as Buffy's stake flew through the air where his chest had been just a moment ago. Rolling away he flipped us just as the demon dissolved into a green puddle.
"Nice shot" Spike said carefully, thoughtful for a moment he narrowed his eyes at Buffy, "Don't tell me you weren't tempted"
"Tempted?" asked Buffy innocently picking up her weapon, "whatever do you mean?" she asked as she wiped the goo off the stake in full view of the vampire.
Spike pulled out a cigarette, "You know" he replied taking a deep pull before blowing out smoke rings. He watched the smoke rise up in the cool evening air before being dispersed by the light breeze.
Buffy walked up to him smiling, "Spike baby" she said slapping him lightly on the cheek, "paranoia doesn't suit you."
He watched as she walked brazenly past him, "Paranoia doesn't suit you" Spike mimicked behind her back.
"I heard that"
"Good" snapped Spike.
Buffy was on him in an instant, "Just what is your problem" she asked angrily, holding the stake up against his chest.
Spike looked down at the stake, "Do it" he said looking directly into her eyes, "Go on slayer, you know you want to". He laughed as Buffy pulled the stake away, "You can't do it, can you? The mighty Buffy stopped by something so simple as scruples" he gently gripped her chin in his hand, "a free piece of advice Buffy, ignore them." Frozen to the spot, she looked deep into his eyes as he bent lower and… "Arggh.. dammit to hell" he shouted stamping away clutching his hands to his head, "I wasn't going to do anything, honest" he complained.
Buffy laughed and shook her head at his actions, "You're still on parole, don't forget that"
"Parole! Its been two bloody years, surely you can trust me a little?" he grinned when Buffy looked coldly at him. "I preferred it when you were dating that little twerp, you know the fellow, Riley wasn't it? At least then you were easier to manipulate."
"Well I'm not"
"Well why not?" Spike asked, "it's obvious he still wants you" Spike made thrusting movements, "it's been a while, surely little Miss Slayer needs to get it some time?"
"This from the Casanova of Sunnydale"
"Well at least I'm getting some action" Spike preened.
Buffy gasped wide eyed, "You're not?"
Spike flicked away his cigarette, "Well no, but I got you going for a moment." He waved his hand in the air, "go out and fuck some poor guy, you'll feel better for it"
Buffy laughed, "It'll be cold day in hell before I accept dating advice from you"
Spike wasn't paying much attention to what she was saying, out of the corner of his eyes he saw something shoot past and impacted into the soft earth. "Funny you should say that" he said digging the object out of the ground.
"What is it?" Buffy asked peering over the hole. Something cold and hard hit her on the back of the head, "Ow" she cried clutching at the back of her head. She looked around for the where the object landed after bouncing off, "What was that?" she asked. Another object shot out of the sky and hit her square on the head again, "Spike?" she asked dazedly as she collapsed, the world around her turning black.
Spike looked at the hard object in his hand, "hail? Bigger than those back home" he told himself throwing it over his shoulder. His then looked down at the slayers fallen body an smiled, his chance had finally arrived. Relishing every detail of this moment he bent over her neck and bared his fangs. "Fuck" he shouted as a sharp stabbing pain lanced through his head, "fuck, fuck, fuck" he complained pulling away, "she wouldn't have felt a thing" he told the chip in his head.
Leaving her body lying there Spike started to walk away when another hail stone fell out of the sky, "Yow" shouted Spike as it glanced off his shoulder, "those things are dangerous." He looked around as he saw more falling out of the sky and impacting with the ground, shooting up little puffs of soil as they hit. He frowned as his gaze fell on the unconscious slayer, lying there unprotected against the storm. Growling he hurried over and picked her up as the rate of impacts increased, "damn this bloody chip for making me do this" he muttered as he carried her into a nearby mausoleum.
Dumping her body in the corner Spike pulled the stone lid off the tomb, he wasn't surprised when he was confronted with an empty coffin. Glancing nervously at the windows he vainly tried to brush away some of the dust before he clambered inside and pulled it shut over him. The room echoed as the hail impacted with the stone roof of the building.
Slumped in the corner Buffy groaned and shifted as she tried to get comfortable, "What hit me?" she asked tenderly feeling at the bump on her head. She blew out some air again and watched as it condensed, "damn, it's freezing in here"
Standing up Buffy began to pace the cold mausoleum, rubbing her hands together trying to keep warm, "Spike?" she called, "Spike!" she shouted louder.
"I heard you the first time" his muffled voice came from within the tomb.
"Why are you in there?" asked Buffy banging on its side.
"Sun's up"
Buffy looked up at the windows, "Doesn't look it"
"Well it is"
"I don't believe you"
"What do I have to do, come out and burst into flames?" Spike asked sarcastically.
Buffy grinned, "now why didn't I think of that?"
"Hah de hah, my sides are splitting with laughter. Listen carefully and you might just hear it." With that Spike shut up.
Buffy snorted and continued to pace the room, trying to keep warm, "I don't know why I put up with you, I really don't"
Spike grumbled from inside the coffin, "It's my boyish good looks and charm. Now would you please stop pacing, some of us are trying to sleep in here"
"It's cold"
"Is it? Being dead you tend not to notice such things, you should give it a go sometime"
"I'll give it a miss, thanks." Her eyes got sad as she looked around the place and remembered that she had been here before, this was the place where they almost lost Willow and Xander just before the harvest.
The silence dragged on, finally Spike spoke up, "You're thinking of him again aren't you?"
"Who?"
"Xander, you still miss him, hell, I miss him too"
"You? The big bad missing someone?"
He tried to shrug within the enclosed space, "what can I say, he made me laugh. Though if you tell anyone that I'll just deny it."
"Your secrets safe with me" she tried not to smile.
"He's gone Buffy" Spike said concerned, "accept it and move on."
"I don't believe it, I can't believe it"
"He's gone" Spike said more forcibly, "think it through for a moment, Willows location spell found out where I was hiding, yet when she tried to locate him nothing happened. You even convinced her to try the curse, just in case but still no sign of him. He's gone" Spike finished with finality, "oh by the way, while we're on the subject I would just like to remind you that the curse wouldn't affect me much, I earned the 'bloody' before I was turned."
"Yes, thank you Spike for that enlightening lecture," snapped Buffy angry, "next time I'll want your advice I'll ask"
"Fine, I'll shut up then" he tried to sound hurt.
"Spike?" called Buffy after a moment, "Spike!" she shouted again.
"What? Couldn't resist me huh?"
"I've got to get out of here before I freeze"
Spike nearly choked, "You're kidding! There's a bloody blizzard out there, you would get five yards before turning into a buffslcle" He paused, "Buffsicle?" Spike continued to himself ignoring what she was saying, "what sort of lame line was that, hanging around these goody goodies has ruined your style Spike me ol'mate, pal." Spike continued to grumble quietly to himself. "Hey Buffy" he shouted, "Seeing as I save your neck and all, can you do me a favour"
"Maybe"
Spike started to laugh, "Could you slit your throat", he started to convulse with laughter, "seeing as currently I'm otherwise indisposed"
"Very funny" dead panned Buffy as she stepped out into the storm.
Author: Bert
Disclaimer: BtVS characters are owned by Joss Whedon, The WB and Mutant Enemy, no copyright infringement is intended, blah blah de-blah
Rating: some naughty words
Summary: Not nice
"Duck" shouted Buffy.
Spike threw himself to the ground as Buffy's stake flew through the air where his chest had been just a moment ago. Rolling away he flipped us just as the demon dissolved into a green puddle.
"Nice shot" Spike said carefully, thoughtful for a moment he narrowed his eyes at Buffy, "Don't tell me you weren't tempted"
"Tempted?" asked Buffy innocently picking up her weapon, "whatever do you mean?" she asked as she wiped the goo off the stake in full view of the vampire.
Spike pulled out a cigarette, "You know" he replied taking a deep pull before blowing out smoke rings. He watched the smoke rise up in the cool evening air before being dispersed by the light breeze.
Buffy walked up to him smiling, "Spike baby" she said slapping him lightly on the cheek, "paranoia doesn't suit you."
He watched as she walked brazenly past him, "Paranoia doesn't suit you" Spike mimicked behind her back.
"I heard that"
"Good" snapped Spike.
Buffy was on him in an instant, "Just what is your problem" she asked angrily, holding the stake up against his chest.
Spike looked down at the stake, "Do it" he said looking directly into her eyes, "Go on slayer, you know you want to". He laughed as Buffy pulled the stake away, "You can't do it, can you? The mighty Buffy stopped by something so simple as scruples" he gently gripped her chin in his hand, "a free piece of advice Buffy, ignore them." Frozen to the spot, she looked deep into his eyes as he bent lower and… "Arggh.. dammit to hell" he shouted stamping away clutching his hands to his head, "I wasn't going to do anything, honest" he complained.
Buffy laughed and shook her head at his actions, "You're still on parole, don't forget that"
"Parole! Its been two bloody years, surely you can trust me a little?" he grinned when Buffy looked coldly at him. "I preferred it when you were dating that little twerp, you know the fellow, Riley wasn't it? At least then you were easier to manipulate."
"Well I'm not"
"Well why not?" Spike asked, "it's obvious he still wants you" Spike made thrusting movements, "it's been a while, surely little Miss Slayer needs to get it some time?"
"This from the Casanova of Sunnydale"
"Well at least I'm getting some action" Spike preened.
Buffy gasped wide eyed, "You're not?"
Spike flicked away his cigarette, "Well no, but I got you going for a moment." He waved his hand in the air, "go out and fuck some poor guy, you'll feel better for it"
Buffy laughed, "It'll be cold day in hell before I accept dating advice from you"
Spike wasn't paying much attention to what she was saying, out of the corner of his eyes he saw something shoot past and impacted into the soft earth. "Funny you should say that" he said digging the object out of the ground.
"What is it?" Buffy asked peering over the hole. Something cold and hard hit her on the back of the head, "Ow" she cried clutching at the back of her head. She looked around for the where the object landed after bouncing off, "What was that?" she asked. Another object shot out of the sky and hit her square on the head again, "Spike?" she asked dazedly as she collapsed, the world around her turning black.
Spike looked at the hard object in his hand, "hail? Bigger than those back home" he told himself throwing it over his shoulder. His then looked down at the slayers fallen body an smiled, his chance had finally arrived. Relishing every detail of this moment he bent over her neck and bared his fangs. "Fuck" he shouted as a sharp stabbing pain lanced through his head, "fuck, fuck, fuck" he complained pulling away, "she wouldn't have felt a thing" he told the chip in his head.
Leaving her body lying there Spike started to walk away when another hail stone fell out of the sky, "Yow" shouted Spike as it glanced off his shoulder, "those things are dangerous." He looked around as he saw more falling out of the sky and impacting with the ground, shooting up little puffs of soil as they hit. He frowned as his gaze fell on the unconscious slayer, lying there unprotected against the storm. Growling he hurried over and picked her up as the rate of impacts increased, "damn this bloody chip for making me do this" he muttered as he carried her into a nearby mausoleum.
Dumping her body in the corner Spike pulled the stone lid off the tomb, he wasn't surprised when he was confronted with an empty coffin. Glancing nervously at the windows he vainly tried to brush away some of the dust before he clambered inside and pulled it shut over him. The room echoed as the hail impacted with the stone roof of the building.
Slumped in the corner Buffy groaned and shifted as she tried to get comfortable, "What hit me?" she asked tenderly feeling at the bump on her head. She blew out some air again and watched as it condensed, "damn, it's freezing in here"
Standing up Buffy began to pace the cold mausoleum, rubbing her hands together trying to keep warm, "Spike?" she called, "Spike!" she shouted louder.
"I heard you the first time" his muffled voice came from within the tomb.
"Why are you in there?" asked Buffy banging on its side.
"Sun's up"
Buffy looked up at the windows, "Doesn't look it"
"Well it is"
"I don't believe you"
"What do I have to do, come out and burst into flames?" Spike asked sarcastically.
Buffy grinned, "now why didn't I think of that?"
"Hah de hah, my sides are splitting with laughter. Listen carefully and you might just hear it." With that Spike shut up.
Buffy snorted and continued to pace the room, trying to keep warm, "I don't know why I put up with you, I really don't"
Spike grumbled from inside the coffin, "It's my boyish good looks and charm. Now would you please stop pacing, some of us are trying to sleep in here"
"It's cold"
"Is it? Being dead you tend not to notice such things, you should give it a go sometime"
"I'll give it a miss, thanks." Her eyes got sad as she looked around the place and remembered that she had been here before, this was the place where they almost lost Willow and Xander just before the harvest.
The silence dragged on, finally Spike spoke up, "You're thinking of him again aren't you?"
"Who?"
"Xander, you still miss him, hell, I miss him too"
"You? The big bad missing someone?"
He tried to shrug within the enclosed space, "what can I say, he made me laugh. Though if you tell anyone that I'll just deny it."
"Your secrets safe with me" she tried not to smile.
"He's gone Buffy" Spike said concerned, "accept it and move on."
"I don't believe it, I can't believe it"
"He's gone" Spike said more forcibly, "think it through for a moment, Willows location spell found out where I was hiding, yet when she tried to locate him nothing happened. You even convinced her to try the curse, just in case but still no sign of him. He's gone" Spike finished with finality, "oh by the way, while we're on the subject I would just like to remind you that the curse wouldn't affect me much, I earned the 'bloody' before I was turned."
"Yes, thank you Spike for that enlightening lecture," snapped Buffy angry, "next time I'll want your advice I'll ask"
"Fine, I'll shut up then" he tried to sound hurt.
"Spike?" called Buffy after a moment, "Spike!" she shouted again.
"What? Couldn't resist me huh?"
"I've got to get out of here before I freeze"
Spike nearly choked, "You're kidding! There's a bloody blizzard out there, you would get five yards before turning into a buffslcle" He paused, "Buffsicle?" Spike continued to himself ignoring what she was saying, "what sort of lame line was that, hanging around these goody goodies has ruined your style Spike me ol'mate, pal." Spike continued to grumble quietly to himself. "Hey Buffy" he shouted, "Seeing as I save your neck and all, can you do me a favour"
"Maybe"
Spike started to laugh, "Could you slit your throat", he started to convulse with laughter, "seeing as currently I'm otherwise indisposed"
"Very funny" dead panned Buffy as she stepped out into the storm.