DISCLAIMER: All the characters belong to the great people at UPN and mutant
enemy. Joss is the creator of them not me, I OWN ABSOLUTLY NOTHING.
RATING: I'm not sure where I'm going with this yet, hopefully some place good. For now its Pg-13 maybe some R or NC 17 later on.
The cemetery was filled with the fetid stench of vampire remains. The wind howled through the trees that surrounded the area like a circular fence. Buffy walked quickly
through trees and around tombstones. She had promised Dawn tonight would be as sister's night in; they had rented a bunch of teenage flicks and stocked up on junk food. After trying to kill Dawn Buffy thought quality time together would benefit them both.
The young vampire slayer clutched her jacket; the night was unusually chilly for the weather in Sunnydale.
It was a pretty slow patrol; she had only slayed two vampires and one particularly revolting demon. Buffy picked up her pace as she glanced at her wristwatch; she was definitely going to be late if she didn't start walking faster. The only sound heard throughout the cemetery was the crunching of leaves beneath Buffy's new boots.
After working at the DMP she managed to save up a little money so she could treat herself to new shoes.
Buffy then spotted the tall gates that indicated the entrance to the cemetery. Maybe she was going to make it on time after all. Then she could sense the familiar presence of the non human variety creep up on her. She looked around out of the corner of her eyes but all that she was bare forest staring back at her. Her inside twisted into a knot as she realized who it was watching her out of the shadows. It was him, anger seeped through her.
She had no intention of seeing him therefore she kept walking. Fast and brisk, the faster she got away from him the better. Just as she reached the well lit area near the gates he stepped out from behind a large tree. Buffy stopped dead in her tracks. The look on his face could have melted an iceberg. His gorgeous blue eyes were filled with sorrow and hurt, so transparent. He looked like a lost puppy, the kind you find and never won't to give up. A part of her wanted to hold him and comfort him. Her facial features softened
but then she remembered what he had done and anger streaked her face. Her nostrils flared, at that moment she wanted to pummel him to the ground and beat the shit out of him.
She gave him one last look of utter hate and kept walking. Spike's heart had felt like it was broken the moment she shot him that look of hatred. He hadn't seen that look in years, he cursed at himself for making her feel this way.
"Slayer, we have to talk," Spike persisted and kept walking after her.
She was ahead of him and wasn't planning on stopping. If she had to look at him one more time she was afraid she's burst into tears.
"I have nothing to say to you," Buffy replied with the bitterest tone of voice.
"Please I need to explain," Spike said in pleading way.
By now they were out of the cemetery and Buffy was still walking down the dark street without once looking back at her follower.
"Explain?" Buffy said sarcastically. "You screwed one of my friends, what's there to explain?"
"That's not what happened, please just listen to me."
"That is what happened; I saw it with my own two eyes, so stop with the bull."
"All I'm asking for is just a chance to talk to you."
Buffy turned around and faced him. His perfectly chiselled face was illuminated by the moonlight and his hair glowed. He was dressed as he usually was, skin tight shirt and pants along with his signature duster draped over him.
"I never ever want to talk to you again, don't come by my house, don't follow me on patrol, don't come by my work, and stay away from Dawn or my stake will be please to meet your heart," with that she turned and quickly disappeared around the corner.
Spike stared at the empty spot where his love just stood. Her harsh words replayed back and forth in his head and sadness was all Spike was left with. He wasn't sure he'd be able to follow through with her requests and stay away from her and Dawn. They were everything to him but even the lil' bit probably hated him. He felt like nothing, a useless creature that wasn't allowed to be a demon and wasn't man. No one needed him, no one wanted him, and no one cared what would happen to him. With those depressed thoughts Spike stalked back towards his crypt.
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Buffy turned the corner and left the vampire alone in the middle of the street. She hoped her words would convince him it was best to stay away from her. It would hurt too much to see him. She knew Dawn was upset at him too, it was better for everyone he didn't show his face. Buffy could once again feel the familiar feeling of loneliness descend upon her. Lately, loneliness was the only thing she ever felt. She couldn't remember the last time she genuinely smiled or let out a non forced laugh. It's not like she had "hurt me" stamped on her forehead. Maybe this was just the way it is…..
(((TBC, next chapter is full of sadness *tear*. Please review, I'm writing as fast as I can)))
RATING: I'm not sure where I'm going with this yet, hopefully some place good. For now its Pg-13 maybe some R or NC 17 later on.
The cemetery was filled with the fetid stench of vampire remains. The wind howled through the trees that surrounded the area like a circular fence. Buffy walked quickly
through trees and around tombstones. She had promised Dawn tonight would be as sister's night in; they had rented a bunch of teenage flicks and stocked up on junk food. After trying to kill Dawn Buffy thought quality time together would benefit them both.
The young vampire slayer clutched her jacket; the night was unusually chilly for the weather in Sunnydale.
It was a pretty slow patrol; she had only slayed two vampires and one particularly revolting demon. Buffy picked up her pace as she glanced at her wristwatch; she was definitely going to be late if she didn't start walking faster. The only sound heard throughout the cemetery was the crunching of leaves beneath Buffy's new boots.
After working at the DMP she managed to save up a little money so she could treat herself to new shoes.
Buffy then spotted the tall gates that indicated the entrance to the cemetery. Maybe she was going to make it on time after all. Then she could sense the familiar presence of the non human variety creep up on her. She looked around out of the corner of her eyes but all that she was bare forest staring back at her. Her inside twisted into a knot as she realized who it was watching her out of the shadows. It was him, anger seeped through her.
She had no intention of seeing him therefore she kept walking. Fast and brisk, the faster she got away from him the better. Just as she reached the well lit area near the gates he stepped out from behind a large tree. Buffy stopped dead in her tracks. The look on his face could have melted an iceberg. His gorgeous blue eyes were filled with sorrow and hurt, so transparent. He looked like a lost puppy, the kind you find and never won't to give up. A part of her wanted to hold him and comfort him. Her facial features softened
but then she remembered what he had done and anger streaked her face. Her nostrils flared, at that moment she wanted to pummel him to the ground and beat the shit out of him.
She gave him one last look of utter hate and kept walking. Spike's heart had felt like it was broken the moment she shot him that look of hatred. He hadn't seen that look in years, he cursed at himself for making her feel this way.
"Slayer, we have to talk," Spike persisted and kept walking after her.
She was ahead of him and wasn't planning on stopping. If she had to look at him one more time she was afraid she's burst into tears.
"I have nothing to say to you," Buffy replied with the bitterest tone of voice.
"Please I need to explain," Spike said in pleading way.
By now they were out of the cemetery and Buffy was still walking down the dark street without once looking back at her follower.
"Explain?" Buffy said sarcastically. "You screwed one of my friends, what's there to explain?"
"That's not what happened, please just listen to me."
"That is what happened; I saw it with my own two eyes, so stop with the bull."
"All I'm asking for is just a chance to talk to you."
Buffy turned around and faced him. His perfectly chiselled face was illuminated by the moonlight and his hair glowed. He was dressed as he usually was, skin tight shirt and pants along with his signature duster draped over him.
"I never ever want to talk to you again, don't come by my house, don't follow me on patrol, don't come by my work, and stay away from Dawn or my stake will be please to meet your heart," with that she turned and quickly disappeared around the corner.
Spike stared at the empty spot where his love just stood. Her harsh words replayed back and forth in his head and sadness was all Spike was left with. He wasn't sure he'd be able to follow through with her requests and stay away from her and Dawn. They were everything to him but even the lil' bit probably hated him. He felt like nothing, a useless creature that wasn't allowed to be a demon and wasn't man. No one needed him, no one wanted him, and no one cared what would happen to him. With those depressed thoughts Spike stalked back towards his crypt.
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Buffy turned the corner and left the vampire alone in the middle of the street. She hoped her words would convince him it was best to stay away from her. It would hurt too much to see him. She knew Dawn was upset at him too, it was better for everyone he didn't show his face. Buffy could once again feel the familiar feeling of loneliness descend upon her. Lately, loneliness was the only thing she ever felt. She couldn't remember the last time she genuinely smiled or let out a non forced laugh. It's not like she had "hurt me" stamped on her forehead. Maybe this was just the way it is…..
(((TBC, next chapter is full of sadness *tear*. Please review, I'm writing as fast as I can)))