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"It was a Longath demon. Known for cyphoning magic power."
"That explains the situation then," Buffy said getting up. She wanted to go to bed. She hadn't slept well, dreams of carpools and soccer games had woken her up. They were heavenly, but in them she never could see the face of her child and love. She was cranky due to the fact that she felt cheated. Her subconscious couldn't even make up a family.
Giles read on, face getting an odd look.
"These demons appear only when there is a great disturbance."
"Giles, we live on a hell mouth. This is normal," Buffy reminded him.
"This is something that is a bit more extreme," Giles informed her. He took off his glasses and cleaned them furiously, "They appear just before great earthquakes or disasters, natural or otherwise."
"Fun guys then."
Giles nodded and was lost in thought, "We really didn't study these creatures when I started at the Council. I'm afraid I know very little about them."
Xander looked at Willow, they knew what this meant. This meant that they would be hitting the books.
***
Willow had found the information. She had passed the book to Giles. Giles didn't say anything for so long Buff thought that he had forgotten how to read.
She had left after Giles had told her.
"Longath," Spike muttered when she told him, "Well on the bright side luv, we killed something unkillable. I think you would be used to that by now."
Buffy had no idea why she was here. It was always with Spike that she went for information and insight. She thought that she had stopped asking him for help, that had been an addiction.
Now it seemed natural.
He looked at her. She looked tired. She was weary. She was looking for somewhere where she was home.
"And.." she asked prompting him to tell her something she already knew. He was a demon and he knew as much as Giles' books.
"Well," he said not knowing how to lie, "We are also going to be in the middle of something really that signifies the end of the world."
He didn't say what he knew.
"There's more," she said uncomfortably as he looked at her, thinking of kissing the bottom lip that she was chewing. Kissing her until all the worry disappeared.
Spike kept his eyes on her. He knew something was very wrong, "Isn't there always, luv?"
"It's about me."
"Isn't it always."
Spike knew what was coming. He could hear it in her voice. There was something terribly wrong. Again. His deep blue eyes watched her with the greatest fear.
Tears appeared in her green eyes.
"The hell mouth can be closed, the alignment of the starts and such make it so."
He waited.
"The downside is that to close it there needs to be the blood of the Slayer."
Spike wanted to hit something. The Powers That Be had asked for her life so many times. She was simply attempting to live with such a horrible fate hanging over her head. She was attempting to be a slayer without denying what she was. She was a girl and the fates played with her like she was their toy.
She had died twice. She had accepted and protected her sister, the mystical presence that had simply been put into her memories. She had endured knowing that she was the undoing of the only love that she had ever known. She had been allowed to live again after seeing heaven.
She was their toy. They were again asking for her to put herself up for humanity.
She was never allowed to live.
He looked at her and he saw the girl that the greater powers ignored. He saw the most beautiful being he had ever beheld. He saw beauty and strength, he saw a human unlike any other.
He could say the words, but they would mean nothing right now. The words would only be an awkward reminder left between them.
He loved her.
So instead of proclaiming what she already knew he offered her a pathetic attempt at comfort.
Cold arms surrounded her as she began to cry.
He was lifeless and lacked any warmth, but she cried in his arms anyway.
She was with the one person who understood her. The dark to her light. She hated him for so long, but that initial bond had created honesty. He never lied to her or hid anything from her.
Including his love.
He stood by her. She knew her days were not going to last forever, but if she was going to only have a month to live then she knew that the only place she could be happy was with the one man who would never leave her.
It was that moment that she knew. She knew why she had found him this time. It was not a way to hide. It was to finally be honest with herself and with him.
She looked up as her green eyes pooled. That was enough for him, but she couldn't let that be enough this time.
"Spike I don't have forever to figure out what these Spike-y feelings are."
He heard her common denial.
" I am not going to lie to you."
*I'm not going to tell you that I love you.*
But all I know is that if I die tomorrow I want to make sure that I spend time in your arms."
*I need comfort.*
Spike swallowed his repulsion. He wanted to be more than just her sanctuary.
"Summers, we did this already. I don't think that sex is good for dealin'," he said softly.
She looked up at him and Spike wanted to give Buffy her final wish. However he had jumped into a brutal relationship once because he figured it was the only chance he had. Time had gone on and he wasn't satisfied to go back. Even if it was the only chance he'd ever have.
She shook her head.
"I don't want sex. There's something between us. I don't want to waste this."
Spike's internal voice couldn't understand what he was saying.
The look in her eyes translated enough. She looked up at him as if he was whole, as if there was nothing that separated them. Like he hadn't tried to kill her on a weekly basis.
It was clear and it was green and it was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen.
If Spike had a heart it would have skipped a beat. This wasn't what he waited to hear, but this was more than he ever expected to hear.
"Slayer, Summers, Buffy, love," he said, his throat was dry.
"Shh," she said and buried herself in his shoulder.
Spike blinked back his tears and held her close.
***
She had fallen asleep, crying. He laid in the bed holding her. Watching her. For this night he had his slayer. He had today. He had a week. That was more than he ever expected.
The vampire held the slayer, and it had begun to be put right.
"It was a Longath demon. Known for cyphoning magic power."
"That explains the situation then," Buffy said getting up. She wanted to go to bed. She hadn't slept well, dreams of carpools and soccer games had woken her up. They were heavenly, but in them she never could see the face of her child and love. She was cranky due to the fact that she felt cheated. Her subconscious couldn't even make up a family.
Giles read on, face getting an odd look.
"These demons appear only when there is a great disturbance."
"Giles, we live on a hell mouth. This is normal," Buffy reminded him.
"This is something that is a bit more extreme," Giles informed her. He took off his glasses and cleaned them furiously, "They appear just before great earthquakes or disasters, natural or otherwise."
"Fun guys then."
Giles nodded and was lost in thought, "We really didn't study these creatures when I started at the Council. I'm afraid I know very little about them."
Xander looked at Willow, they knew what this meant. This meant that they would be hitting the books.
***
Willow had found the information. She had passed the book to Giles. Giles didn't say anything for so long Buff thought that he had forgotten how to read.
She had left after Giles had told her.
"Longath," Spike muttered when she told him, "Well on the bright side luv, we killed something unkillable. I think you would be used to that by now."
Buffy had no idea why she was here. It was always with Spike that she went for information and insight. She thought that she had stopped asking him for help, that had been an addiction.
Now it seemed natural.
He looked at her. She looked tired. She was weary. She was looking for somewhere where she was home.
"And.." she asked prompting him to tell her something she already knew. He was a demon and he knew as much as Giles' books.
"Well," he said not knowing how to lie, "We are also going to be in the middle of something really that signifies the end of the world."
He didn't say what he knew.
"There's more," she said uncomfortably as he looked at her, thinking of kissing the bottom lip that she was chewing. Kissing her until all the worry disappeared.
Spike kept his eyes on her. He knew something was very wrong, "Isn't there always, luv?"
"It's about me."
"Isn't it always."
Spike knew what was coming. He could hear it in her voice. There was something terribly wrong. Again. His deep blue eyes watched her with the greatest fear.
Tears appeared in her green eyes.
"The hell mouth can be closed, the alignment of the starts and such make it so."
He waited.
"The downside is that to close it there needs to be the blood of the Slayer."
Spike wanted to hit something. The Powers That Be had asked for her life so many times. She was simply attempting to live with such a horrible fate hanging over her head. She was attempting to be a slayer without denying what she was. She was a girl and the fates played with her like she was their toy.
She had died twice. She had accepted and protected her sister, the mystical presence that had simply been put into her memories. She had endured knowing that she was the undoing of the only love that she had ever known. She had been allowed to live again after seeing heaven.
She was their toy. They were again asking for her to put herself up for humanity.
She was never allowed to live.
He looked at her and he saw the girl that the greater powers ignored. He saw the most beautiful being he had ever beheld. He saw beauty and strength, he saw a human unlike any other.
He could say the words, but they would mean nothing right now. The words would only be an awkward reminder left between them.
He loved her.
So instead of proclaiming what she already knew he offered her a pathetic attempt at comfort.
Cold arms surrounded her as she began to cry.
He was lifeless and lacked any warmth, but she cried in his arms anyway.
She was with the one person who understood her. The dark to her light. She hated him for so long, but that initial bond had created honesty. He never lied to her or hid anything from her.
Including his love.
He stood by her. She knew her days were not going to last forever, but if she was going to only have a month to live then she knew that the only place she could be happy was with the one man who would never leave her.
It was that moment that she knew. She knew why she had found him this time. It was not a way to hide. It was to finally be honest with herself and with him.
She looked up as her green eyes pooled. That was enough for him, but she couldn't let that be enough this time.
"Spike I don't have forever to figure out what these Spike-y feelings are."
He heard her common denial.
" I am not going to lie to you."
*I'm not going to tell you that I love you.*
But all I know is that if I die tomorrow I want to make sure that I spend time in your arms."
*I need comfort.*
Spike swallowed his repulsion. He wanted to be more than just her sanctuary.
"Summers, we did this already. I don't think that sex is good for dealin'," he said softly.
She looked up at him and Spike wanted to give Buffy her final wish. However he had jumped into a brutal relationship once because he figured it was the only chance he had. Time had gone on and he wasn't satisfied to go back. Even if it was the only chance he'd ever have.
She shook her head.
"I don't want sex. There's something between us. I don't want to waste this."
Spike's internal voice couldn't understand what he was saying.
The look in her eyes translated enough. She looked up at him as if he was whole, as if there was nothing that separated them. Like he hadn't tried to kill her on a weekly basis.
It was clear and it was green and it was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen.
If Spike had a heart it would have skipped a beat. This wasn't what he waited to hear, but this was more than he ever expected to hear.
"Slayer, Summers, Buffy, love," he said, his throat was dry.
"Shh," she said and buried herself in his shoulder.
Spike blinked back his tears and held her close.
***
She had fallen asleep, crying. He laid in the bed holding her. Watching her. For this night he had his slayer. He had today. He had a week. That was more than he ever expected.
The vampire held the slayer, and it had begun to be put right.