Summary: Spike's broken heart has himself a very pretty death wish but
Buffy thinks otherwise and tells him to drink from her. The slayer dosen't
realise the deadly consequences until its to late.
Rating:PG-13 maybe R or NC-17 in the near future.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the mighty Joss Whedon and Upn and fox and all that goodness
*Note***Spike doesn't have the chip dru is with him. Set in no paticular season. Buffy has died twice though. One because of Glory and two because of the master. She as already faced dracula. Also the spuffy relationship in season 6 is sorta happening at the time but Spike trying to rape Buffy didn't and won't happen in my story. PLus spike doesn't have a soul i'm not gonna be havin another bleedin poof in the story.*****end of note***
Mateselover: Now where did I leave off? Pookie:Buffy was dragging spike off to the crypt. Mateselover:Shhh don't give anymore away Pookie:Uh hunh *cough wierd* Mateselover:I heard that!
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She slammed the door open of the dark crypt. Her long golden layers wisped across her face. Her eyes were teary but he struggled to get out of her grip. He was over powered by her. He had fought to keep Dru with him then he had not had anything to eat today. He still had the wounds that weren't healing as fast as they normally did. The blood loss was making him even more weak. She threw him to the floor walking over to the mini frodge she grabbed a bag of blood. He thought he heard the buzz of the microwave his demon wanted the blood he could smell it. But his thoughts were elsewhere.
'Why is she being so nice? Why didn't she stake me? Should I be good and fight with her not against her. No! I am evil. I am evil. I am-in love. We dance and I love it. She hates me and I love it. I love her hair so full of life. Her eyes that glimmer with her soul but also reflect knowledge of pain and loss. I am evil. I am evil. I am evil but I love her. Dru is gone I no longer to make up lies for having the slayers scent on me. She most like ly knew but she still was her crazy obnoxious self. God- I miss Dru. But I am glad to also get rid of her. Her babbling was driving me crazy too. '
He looked up to see the slayer offering him a mug of fresh blood. He tried to sit up but he didn't have the stregenth to do that. She gently lifted hi mup and pushed the cup towards him.
"Drink" Her eyes were teary and she was trying to blink away the pain.
'No I don't want to lose him too just when I was going to admit I loved him. He has to get a death wish. I can't kill him its not my duty. It won't work I'll get old and die and he'll stay forever young' "Please"
"grrrrrr..." that was all he could manage. She shoved the glass towards him. He drank thankfully. She sat a while with him but silence was the only thing heard while he reflected on what he had done. She watched him as he tried to take his shirt off but the blood wasn't doing much to help him.
"Slayer..."He glanced down trying to find the right words."Can you get me a black shirt luv?" She got up and left him to get a shirt for him. As she finally found a clean-well maybe not clean but it would do-shirt she heard a thud and then him scream...
"Bloody hell!...Slayer!" She rushed up the ladder thinking that some demon had invaded the crypt and hurt Spike in his weak state. But there he was sprawled on the floor. He must have been trying to get his shirt off and the chair tipped over. She burst out laughing and he started to get mad at her.
"Bloody hell your laughing at me. No fair! I'm all weak and not evil and I get hurt and you laugh!" He said with a mean glare.
"Spike your in the funnyest position ever. If you were..."She burst out laughing"Sorry sorry but it is just really funny with you being the big bad and all."
She put his chair back where it was supposed to be and helped him onto it. Her eyes went teary again and she opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. He stared for a moment and she mouthed it with out any noise then she found the voice to say it. "Spike, I love you but I'm afraid."
Her tears were about to shed. She looked so sweet and innocent not his slayer but Buffy was talking to him. The slayer was tough and hid all her emotions from him but this once he saw the part of Buffy that wasn't the slayer. It was the part she tried to hide the part that was the one that had the sweet emotions and has been hurt before. The side that fell in love with Angel then he became Angelus and it was hurt. The side that had gotten hurt by Giles moving. The side that had faced the horrible passing of Joyce her mum. The side that had fallen for Parker who turned out to be only wanting her for sex. The side that had loved Riley. The side that loved him. She had let him-Spike-of all people that she could have chosen into her heart.
Rating:PG-13 maybe R or NC-17 in the near future.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the mighty Joss Whedon and Upn and fox and all that goodness
*Note***Spike doesn't have the chip dru is with him. Set in no paticular season. Buffy has died twice though. One because of Glory and two because of the master. She as already faced dracula. Also the spuffy relationship in season 6 is sorta happening at the time but Spike trying to rape Buffy didn't and won't happen in my story. PLus spike doesn't have a soul i'm not gonna be havin another bleedin poof in the story.*****end of note***
Mateselover: Now where did I leave off? Pookie:Buffy was dragging spike off to the crypt. Mateselover:Shhh don't give anymore away Pookie:Uh hunh *cough wierd* Mateselover:I heard that!
*************************Blood and thoughts***************************
She slammed the door open of the dark crypt. Her long golden layers wisped across her face. Her eyes were teary but he struggled to get out of her grip. He was over powered by her. He had fought to keep Dru with him then he had not had anything to eat today. He still had the wounds that weren't healing as fast as they normally did. The blood loss was making him even more weak. She threw him to the floor walking over to the mini frodge she grabbed a bag of blood. He thought he heard the buzz of the microwave his demon wanted the blood he could smell it. But his thoughts were elsewhere.
'Why is she being so nice? Why didn't she stake me? Should I be good and fight with her not against her. No! I am evil. I am evil. I am-in love. We dance and I love it. She hates me and I love it. I love her hair so full of life. Her eyes that glimmer with her soul but also reflect knowledge of pain and loss. I am evil. I am evil. I am evil but I love her. Dru is gone I no longer to make up lies for having the slayers scent on me. She most like ly knew but she still was her crazy obnoxious self. God- I miss Dru. But I am glad to also get rid of her. Her babbling was driving me crazy too. '
He looked up to see the slayer offering him a mug of fresh blood. He tried to sit up but he didn't have the stregenth to do that. She gently lifted hi mup and pushed the cup towards him.
"Drink" Her eyes were teary and she was trying to blink away the pain.
'No I don't want to lose him too just when I was going to admit I loved him. He has to get a death wish. I can't kill him its not my duty. It won't work I'll get old and die and he'll stay forever young' "Please"
"grrrrrr..." that was all he could manage. She shoved the glass towards him. He drank thankfully. She sat a while with him but silence was the only thing heard while he reflected on what he had done. She watched him as he tried to take his shirt off but the blood wasn't doing much to help him.
"Slayer..."He glanced down trying to find the right words."Can you get me a black shirt luv?" She got up and left him to get a shirt for him. As she finally found a clean-well maybe not clean but it would do-shirt she heard a thud and then him scream...
"Bloody hell!...Slayer!" She rushed up the ladder thinking that some demon had invaded the crypt and hurt Spike in his weak state. But there he was sprawled on the floor. He must have been trying to get his shirt off and the chair tipped over. She burst out laughing and he started to get mad at her.
"Bloody hell your laughing at me. No fair! I'm all weak and not evil and I get hurt and you laugh!" He said with a mean glare.
"Spike your in the funnyest position ever. If you were..."She burst out laughing"Sorry sorry but it is just really funny with you being the big bad and all."
She put his chair back where it was supposed to be and helped him onto it. Her eyes went teary again and she opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. He stared for a moment and she mouthed it with out any noise then she found the voice to say it. "Spike, I love you but I'm afraid."
Her tears were about to shed. She looked so sweet and innocent not his slayer but Buffy was talking to him. The slayer was tough and hid all her emotions from him but this once he saw the part of Buffy that wasn't the slayer. It was the part she tried to hide the part that was the one that had the sweet emotions and has been hurt before. The side that fell in love with Angel then he became Angelus and it was hurt. The side that had gotten hurt by Giles moving. The side that had faced the horrible passing of Joyce her mum. The side that had fallen for Parker who turned out to be only wanting her for sex. The side that had loved Riley. The side that loved him. She had let him-Spike-of all people that she could have chosen into her heart.