While Buffy was trying not to go home, Spike was daydreaming about where his
next home would be.
A crypt didn't seem appropriate now. Too many bad memories...plus they were hard
to come by.
An apartment maybe...a house...no, not a house.
The prospect of leaving seemed liberating, almost destined, in a way. It seemed
like the right thing for him to do. In the end Buffy would be better for it.
It was always about Buffy.
"When do I get to think about me again?"
He kicked at something on theWhile Buffy was trying not to go home, Spike was
daydreaming about where his next home would be.
A crypt didn't seem appropriate now. Too many bad memories...plus they were hard
to come by.
An apartment maybe...a house...no, not a house.
The prosWhile Buffy was trying not to go home, Spike was daydreaming about where
his next home would be.
A crypt didn't seem appropriate now. Too many bad memories...plus they were hard
to come by.
An apartment maybe...a house...no, not a house.
The prosover he saw it had the inscription: 'To Mom All My Love, Buffy' on the
back of it.
Spike opened up the locket and saw a picture of Buffy and her mother inside of
it, the picture looked fairly recent. "Shit...damnitt Joyce. You're not gonna
make me stay."
He threw the locket against the wall and it closed on its own.
He looked at the alarm clock next to Dawn's bed. Sunset was in three hours.
It seemed like an eternity.
He started looking through Dawn's CDs and when he was ready to put one in, there
was a knock at the door.
"Go away."
They knocked again.
"I said, go away."
"It's Dawn."
He tensed. "What is it?"
"I...I wanna come in. It IS my room."
He sighed, getting up off the floor and walking to the door, opening it. He let
her inside.
"Look 'm sorry 'bout..."
"I don't want you here when she gets back."
He stopped. "Oh...well where..."
She stared at him coldly. "I don't care where you go. As long as it's not here.
You're not the right one for her. I was wrong...you...you're gonna hurt her
again like all the rest of them and...you won't even try..."
"Won't try? What do you think I've been doing? THAT was trying, Nibblet. And 'm
through with it. You want me to leave?!? FINE!"
He walked past her in a rush, and Dawn just stared at his retreating back.
"God, Buffy...you picked the wrong person to mess with." she whispered, then
followed to see where what he was going to do.
Spike wandered around the lower level of the Summers home, unable to believe
he'd just been kicked out by Dawn, DAWN of all people. She was his biggest fan.
"Just where the hell am I supposed to go?"
He looked at the basement door and opened it. Then he went down the stairs,
closing it behind him.
Dawn came downstairs and sighed, staring at the basement door. "Spike."
"He's hiding now huh?"
She turned and saw Buffy standing behind her. "I...I asked him to leave...and
it's...it's not sundown so..."
Buffy nodded. "He'll leave as soon as it sets then."
Dawn heard how hollow her voice sounded. "Buffy...you okay?"
Buffy smiled. "I'm fine. Really."
"Buffy..."
Buffy walked away from her and up the stairs. Dawn sighed. "This is too much for
someone so young to handle. God?" she looked up at the ceiling, "If you're
watching this right now...just let them beat each other up and get it over with.
Please?"
She sighed. "Or at least get him out of the house before Buffy has a breakdown."
He left the house as soon as he felt the sun setting. Dawn wasn't the only one
to watch him go.
When he got back to his crypt he started breaking anything glass he had
downstairs.
"DAMNITT! FUCKING DAMNITT! BLOODY FUCKER!"
He threw empty bottles at the walls, littering shards of glass along the floor.
"Damn Slayer."
He sat down on his bed, sipping from one of the almost full bottles and
wallowing in self-pity.
He felt tears in his eyes and willed them away just as the other presence he'd
felt sometime ago finally spoke up.
"Well...I take it Buffy finally saw how worthless you reallly are."
Spike smiled at Angel. "You'd love that, wouldn't ya? Having me beg her to take
me back like you would? I don't work that way Peaches. Sorry."
Angel smiled at him. "You're hurting Spike. You only reserve the really good
alcohol for the pity parties."
Spike stood up, dropping the bottle on the floor in the process. It smashed and
he didn't look down. "So...what is it this time Angel? Gonna tell me to stay
away from your girl? 'S too late for that."
Angel growled. "You've had her...I know."
Spike grinned. "You know?"
"She...she came to see me."
Instantly the grin faded. "Oh...she..did?"
Angel stood in front of him, trying to keep himself together. "Whatever power
you think you have over her, it's gone. You've seen to that all by yourself. I
just hope..."
Absently picking at his fingernails Spike whispered, "Power...like the power
that comes when I'm inside her...so...tight...so...you should've seen her face
when she came...screaming my name and..." he smiled at Angel, "Probably cursing
yours."
Angel grabbed Spike's shoulder and threw him into the wall with all his
strength. Spike spilled onto the floor, blood coming down his forehead.
He laughed, slowly standing. "Well, well...looks like Daddy's been working on
his moves a little...or...maybe you're just too afraid to have a fair fight?"
Angel wasn't coherent enough to reply and Spike knew this was going to be fun.
"I think maybe..."
His face changed and he grinned at his sire. "Angel, Angel, Angel...what will I
do with you? Hell...maybe..."
Spike's head snapped back from the force of Angel's fist, and he still couldn't
stop laughing.
"STOP LAUGHING!"
"I...can't! You're just so...fucking pathetic I..."
Angel pinned him against the wall, his eyes baring into his childe's. "Pathetic?
Yeah...like you aren't."
"I am not.."
Angel smiled, flashing his fangs. "She's got you so wrapped around her finger
you'd do anything to please her. Think about it Spike. Why are you even fighting
me back now? To please her. To fight for HER."
Spike stopped smiling and punched Angel in the mouth, then moved his leg up to
kick him in the head. Angel blocked him and started to laugh.
"You know it's true. Face it, William. You're nothing to her but a shoddy
replacement for me and you know it."
"You know...maybe I am. But at least I don't leave her unsatisfied. I put smiles
on her face. What do you do, Angel?"
"We...you don't know what we have."
Spike laughed. "Have? HAD! What you HAD! Can't you just give up already?!?"
Angel growled, ready to attack him again.
Spike beat him to it and kicked him in the head, causing the elder vampire to
fall to the floor. Angel stared up at him. "You're worthless."
"Keep telling yourself that, Peaches."
Angel stood slowly, his back to Spike.
"I want you dead."
"I AM dead."
Angel turned to look at him, his body language showing defeat. Then he smiled.
"You know what?"
Spike wiped some blood off his lip, spitting. "What?"
"You're turning into me."
Spike growled. "Am not."
"You are. I just hope you have the strength."
Before he could think of a good comeback Angel was gone, and Spike wanted to
fight with him some more.
Things seemed so much better when he was kicking Angel's ass.
He sighed, falling back onto his bed. "Like him…pfft…right."
next home would be.
A crypt didn't seem appropriate now. Too many bad memories...plus they were hard
to come by.
An apartment maybe...a house...no, not a house.
The prospect of leaving seemed liberating, almost destined, in a way. It seemed
like the right thing for him to do. In the end Buffy would be better for it.
It was always about Buffy.
"When do I get to think about me again?"
He kicked at something on theWhile Buffy was trying not to go home, Spike was
daydreaming about where his next home would be.
A crypt didn't seem appropriate now. Too many bad memories...plus they were hard
to come by.
An apartment maybe...a house...no, not a house.
The prosWhile Buffy was trying not to go home, Spike was daydreaming about where
his next home would be.
A crypt didn't seem appropriate now. Too many bad memories...plus they were hard
to come by.
An apartment maybe...a house...no, not a house.
The prosover he saw it had the inscription: 'To Mom All My Love, Buffy' on the
back of it.
Spike opened up the locket and saw a picture of Buffy and her mother inside of
it, the picture looked fairly recent. "Shit...damnitt Joyce. You're not gonna
make me stay."
He threw the locket against the wall and it closed on its own.
He looked at the alarm clock next to Dawn's bed. Sunset was in three hours.
It seemed like an eternity.
He started looking through Dawn's CDs and when he was ready to put one in, there
was a knock at the door.
"Go away."
They knocked again.
"I said, go away."
"It's Dawn."
He tensed. "What is it?"
"I...I wanna come in. It IS my room."
He sighed, getting up off the floor and walking to the door, opening it. He let
her inside.
"Look 'm sorry 'bout..."
"I don't want you here when she gets back."
He stopped. "Oh...well where..."
She stared at him coldly. "I don't care where you go. As long as it's not here.
You're not the right one for her. I was wrong...you...you're gonna hurt her
again like all the rest of them and...you won't even try..."
"Won't try? What do you think I've been doing? THAT was trying, Nibblet. And 'm
through with it. You want me to leave?!? FINE!"
He walked past her in a rush, and Dawn just stared at his retreating back.
"God, Buffy...you picked the wrong person to mess with." she whispered, then
followed to see where what he was going to do.
Spike wandered around the lower level of the Summers home, unable to believe
he'd just been kicked out by Dawn, DAWN of all people. She was his biggest fan.
"Just where the hell am I supposed to go?"
He looked at the basement door and opened it. Then he went down the stairs,
closing it behind him.
Dawn came downstairs and sighed, staring at the basement door. "Spike."
"He's hiding now huh?"
She turned and saw Buffy standing behind her. "I...I asked him to leave...and
it's...it's not sundown so..."
Buffy nodded. "He'll leave as soon as it sets then."
Dawn heard how hollow her voice sounded. "Buffy...you okay?"
Buffy smiled. "I'm fine. Really."
"Buffy..."
Buffy walked away from her and up the stairs. Dawn sighed. "This is too much for
someone so young to handle. God?" she looked up at the ceiling, "If you're
watching this right now...just let them beat each other up and get it over with.
Please?"
She sighed. "Or at least get him out of the house before Buffy has a breakdown."
He left the house as soon as he felt the sun setting. Dawn wasn't the only one
to watch him go.
When he got back to his crypt he started breaking anything glass he had
downstairs.
"DAMNITT! FUCKING DAMNITT! BLOODY FUCKER!"
He threw empty bottles at the walls, littering shards of glass along the floor.
"Damn Slayer."
He sat down on his bed, sipping from one of the almost full bottles and
wallowing in self-pity.
He felt tears in his eyes and willed them away just as the other presence he'd
felt sometime ago finally spoke up.
"Well...I take it Buffy finally saw how worthless you reallly are."
Spike smiled at Angel. "You'd love that, wouldn't ya? Having me beg her to take
me back like you would? I don't work that way Peaches. Sorry."
Angel smiled at him. "You're hurting Spike. You only reserve the really good
alcohol for the pity parties."
Spike stood up, dropping the bottle on the floor in the process. It smashed and
he didn't look down. "So...what is it this time Angel? Gonna tell me to stay
away from your girl? 'S too late for that."
Angel growled. "You've had her...I know."
Spike grinned. "You know?"
"She...she came to see me."
Instantly the grin faded. "Oh...she..did?"
Angel stood in front of him, trying to keep himself together. "Whatever power
you think you have over her, it's gone. You've seen to that all by yourself. I
just hope..."
Absently picking at his fingernails Spike whispered, "Power...like the power
that comes when I'm inside her...so...tight...so...you should've seen her face
when she came...screaming my name and..." he smiled at Angel, "Probably cursing
yours."
Angel grabbed Spike's shoulder and threw him into the wall with all his
strength. Spike spilled onto the floor, blood coming down his forehead.
He laughed, slowly standing. "Well, well...looks like Daddy's been working on
his moves a little...or...maybe you're just too afraid to have a fair fight?"
Angel wasn't coherent enough to reply and Spike knew this was going to be fun.
"I think maybe..."
His face changed and he grinned at his sire. "Angel, Angel, Angel...what will I
do with you? Hell...maybe..."
Spike's head snapped back from the force of Angel's fist, and he still couldn't
stop laughing.
"STOP LAUGHING!"
"I...can't! You're just so...fucking pathetic I..."
Angel pinned him against the wall, his eyes baring into his childe's. "Pathetic?
Yeah...like you aren't."
"I am not.."
Angel smiled, flashing his fangs. "She's got you so wrapped around her finger
you'd do anything to please her. Think about it Spike. Why are you even fighting
me back now? To please her. To fight for HER."
Spike stopped smiling and punched Angel in the mouth, then moved his leg up to
kick him in the head. Angel blocked him and started to laugh.
"You know it's true. Face it, William. You're nothing to her but a shoddy
replacement for me and you know it."
"You know...maybe I am. But at least I don't leave her unsatisfied. I put smiles
on her face. What do you do, Angel?"
"We...you don't know what we have."
Spike laughed. "Have? HAD! What you HAD! Can't you just give up already?!?"
Angel growled, ready to attack him again.
Spike beat him to it and kicked him in the head, causing the elder vampire to
fall to the floor. Angel stared up at him. "You're worthless."
"Keep telling yourself that, Peaches."
Angel stood slowly, his back to Spike.
"I want you dead."
"I AM dead."
Angel turned to look at him, his body language showing defeat. Then he smiled.
"You know what?"
Spike wiped some blood off his lip, spitting. "What?"
"You're turning into me."
Spike growled. "Am not."
"You are. I just hope you have the strength."
Before he could think of a good comeback Angel was gone, and Spike wanted to
fight with him some more.
Things seemed so much better when he was kicking Angel's ass.
He sighed, falling back onto his bed. "Like him…pfft…right."