Tilte: Blame
Author: Chyna_Whyte
Disclaimer: Not mine, at all. The title belongs to Korn.
AN: I know a lot of stuff is kind of not right, but I'm in totall
denial right now. So, please bear with me?
AN2: I wann thank everyone who sent me feedback!! You guys are so
great and I hope I do well with this! Those people were:
Peygan, Icealin, Rachel, Angelus Mistress, Ryan, Scarlett85us,
Christine, and Samantha. Thank you so much!
   


"Hello Slutty."

Buffy jumped off the headstone she was sitting in and spun to face
the vampire. She had been sent out by Giles after training to
patrol. "What do you want, Spike?"

"Can't a person walk in a graveyard at midnight?" He asked, lighting
a cigarette.

"Normal people? No. And since you're not a person, double no." She
turned and started walking the other way.

He followed, "I see. Still bitchy over the hit-and-run you got from
that Peter-guy."

She turned around, "Shut up, Spike! What do you know about anything?"

He smirked, stepping right next to her, "Oh, I know just about as
much as your precious Angel does."

She froze and her eyes grew wide, "What? What do you mean, Spike?"
His smirk grew. "What did you say to Angel, Spike?!"

"Only the truth, Slayer. You know I never lie." He said, trying to
walk past her.

Buffy spun him around by his shoulder and punched him. He
immediately vamped out and lunged at her, only to fall to the ground
in pain.

She gritted through her teeth, "Tell me what you told him, Spike."

"Nothing really. Just that you were spreading for every frat boy
that gave you attention." He smiled with a busted lip, still on the
ground.

"You bastard!" she screamed and pounced on him.

****
"Guys, I'm getting a little worried about, Buffy." Willow confessed,
as the gang walked home from Giles'.

"Why?" Xander asked, his arm around Anya.

"She just seems more depressed and, well, angry."

*
"I'll kill you!" She pulled out a stake and tackled Spike again.

*

"I guess. But she just needs a little time. Deadboy just left. I'm
sure she'll be fine." Anya looked up at him and rolled her eyes.

"Maybe you're right, Xander. She needs more time. She was staring to
get back to normal, but then Parker came along and messed it up."
Willow said, her hand clasped with Oz's.

"Yup. She just needs to find a guy who hasn't been dead for the past
250 years, and someone who isn't a major player. But, In Sunnydale
that's not too many people."

Anya sighed, "God, you people are so dense. Don't you get it?"

Oz spoke, "Get what?"

"Buffy is upset because Angel is gone. From what I hear this Angel
is tall, gorgeous, and supernatural. Would you give him up if you
were Buffy? I keep hearing you complain about her not having a
normal life because of him. But have you checked out what she does
every night? He's as normal as she gets."

Everyone stopped and looked at each other. Oz, surprisingly, was the
first to speak.
"She has a point."

Anya just shrugged and looked away.

"But every time they were together they couldn't be truly happy.
There was the curse." Willow argued.

"Right. And I for one do not want a psychopathic killer after me.
Again." Xander agreed.

Anya scoffed, "You're a witch. Fix it!"

"W-well, it's not as e-easy as it looks." Willow stuttered.

Anya just stared.

*
"Get off of me, you bitch!" Spike screamed as they tumbled back and
forth. They were stopped by an evil chuckle.

"Aw, you have to learn to play nice, children."

Buffy got off of Spike and looked into a pair of cold brown eyes.

"Hello, Lover."


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Chyna