ENOUGH
A/N.- This is the first chapter of this series. It's kinda long but please bear with me. I hope you like this.
Disclaimer.- You all should know the characters belong to Joss Whedon and all the parties involved in airing the show.
Feedback.- As you wish.
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Hurt.
He was looking at the mess that was his home until a few hours ago. everything was burnt or charred to various degrees. But he wasn't concerned about the blackened bed, or the destroyed furniture. Not even his collection of poetry that he had been writing for the last two years. He found the small metal box and he sighed in contempt when he saw that it was only slightly melt on one corner. He took out the key he had in one pocket of his pants and opened the box. Spike smiled when he saw that the contents were only smoked a little bit and that his most priced possession was still existent. He smiled a bit and placed the content back in the box and hid it once again. All of a sudden he felt the same tingle that he always felt when Buffy was near. He didn't acknowledge her presence but what came next was as painful as a drink of holy water would've been. she was breaking up with him. He turned around to stare into her eyes. She was telling something along the lines of "I'm using you" and "I can't love you", which pierced his dead heart. He believed that it was the usual bickering after they'd been in bed, but when she said her last words, he finally got the point.
"I'm sorry, William."
William.
His name. His real name. She was serious. She turned her back on him and walked away, out of his life and into the light. He was shocked for a while and he stood still. Nothing came to his mind at the moment, only the pain of what she had said still clear on his mind. She was using him. She didn't love him. He was somewhat certain of the last part, but he hoped that she didn't sleep with every man she didn't care about. But the part that she was using him, that made him feel even more dead than ever before. It was all he was to her. A scratch for her itch. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am. He had tried to be her friend and her lover. And it turned that he was only a piece of meat to her. Some more thoughts ran through his mind but he was only certain of one thing: He loved her and he'd make sure that she'd come back to him. He had to earn her love, and he'd try every thing he could think of.
She was too precious to him to let go. He had tasted her passion and he wanted more of her. Not only her fury but her tenderness and love as well. He was sure that he could get that.
Some time went by and he came out of his crypt as soon as night crept by. He went over and bought a single red rose. He'd try to be a gentelman and fix this weird relationship and start all over.
He was thinking of an impressive speech or maybe a small poem or something that could get through her armor and reach her heart. He knew that she felt something for him, but it was so hidden inside of her that she didn't allow it to break to the surface.
He stopped in front of Buffy's house and he had already prepared a fantastic speech. It would involve all the things he had felt and he'd skip all his tough exterior so that Buffy would see him other than a monster.
He'd earn her love. Spike saw some lights on and remembered that tomorrow was the day when the whelp would marry Anya. They'd probably still be bickering and talking about the big day. He didn't want to talk to any of the scoobies, since he was sure that Buffy and Captain Cardboard would have already informed them of the egg incident. He sighed and went to the tree in order to climb up to Buffy's room. He was perched atop the roof and as he approached the window he smelt something odd. He stood in front of the window and saw inside something atop a box near the window. He frowned, and saw garlic and crosses piled very close to the window. As if Buffy was trying to prevent a vampire from coming in. They weren't exactly tied to the window frame but the purpose was obvious. Of course, she was the slayer and every protection would help her live another day. But she had never placed garlic before. He had been able to get in her room so many other times. Why were this things in her room now?
He didn't want to think about the response, not after what she had said to him earlier. His mind once again raced by the minute and he jumped off the roof. As he landed he approached the window and peered inside. He saw the girls who lived in the Summer's household. Willow, Dawn and Buffy, and next to them in the living room were Anya and Tara. He smiled a bit, thinking about them as part of his life, a part of his family. Then something caught his attention, the same smile that had captured him for the last two years. Buffy was smiling, laughing actually. Her smile warmed him a little, but the warmth esscaped quickly as he thought about it. She had dumped him and it seemed that it hadn't fazed her in the least. He began listening to them, thanks to his acute vampire hearing. The topic, clearly, the wedding. He again smiled when he saw that they were happy. After all, it was what he always wanted Buffy to be.
"...and I want everything to be perfect, and I want the cake to be delicious, and I want everybody to have lots of fun, and..." Anya kept going about her perfect wedding day. The girls all laughed and joked about the way Anya was clearly obssesed.
"So, Dawnie," Tara asked, "any date for tomorrow?"
Dawn fidgeted a little. "Nah, how could I explain to a normal kid that the bride's friends all are a bit weird?"
Tara soon caught that the question had been a little far fetched.
"Yeah," she said, a bit shily, "I guess not everybody would get it." She looked at Buffy, and made the same question. "What about you, Buffy, a date for tomorrow?"
Buffy looked up seriously, and Spike's ears perked up even more for her response.
"Nope, no date," Buffy said, "single girl here, no one in my life to ask to come with me."
The girls all agreed, but since Tara knew about Buffy and Spike's relationship, she seemed a little disappointed. But there was no point in asking and she respected Buffy's choices.
Spike outside felt a little more cold than before. All his hopes were slowly reducing. He looked at the rose in his hand and it seemed so insignificant. He was staring so intently at the flower that he forgot the slight detail that Buffy could feel when a vampire was near.
"What are you doing here, Spike?" she asked, startling the bleached vampire, who jumped and hid the rose behind him.
He looked at her and then forgot everything that he had planned on telling her.
"Uh, hi Buffy, I..." he stuttered.
"Don't come here anymore, Spike, I thought I made myself clear before." She folded her arms and her voice took a harder edge. Spike felt uncomfortable and decided to go all the way. He took out the flower and tried to give it to Buffy.
She looked at the flower in Spike's hand and noticed that it was for her. She sighed but she didn't made an attempt to take it. Spike felt even more insecure and as if a hole was beneath his feet.
"No, Spike," Buffy said, "don't bring me flowers, don't buy me chocolate, it's over, I told you,"
He smiled a bit and tried to speak, but Buffy made a move to silence him.
"I said no, Spike, and please, get out of my lawn."
She began walking back to the house, and Spike panicked, he made a swift move to try to grab her arm. Unfortunately, Buffy's instincts misunderstood the action and reacted defensively. She grabbed his arm, twisted it painfully and punched him as hard as she could. Spike flew backwards and the rose fell from his grasp. As he was trying to get up all he could think was that he didn't want the rose to get broken. Buffy backhanded him once again.
"Don't touch me again, Spike," she whispered as she approached him, "not ever again, and how dared you to try it in front of my house!"
Spike crawled next to his 'stakeout' tree and tried to get up. Now he was very confused. What should he do now? Fight back in front of everybody and reveal to them that he could hurt Buffy without getting zapped by the chip, or withstand another beating from her? As he turned around, Buffy slammed him into the tree.
"Get this clear, vampire," she hissed, "I will never love you. I don't want you near me, I said I was sorry, but if you keep this up I'll make YOU sorry." She threw him to the ground and walked back to the house. He growled out of instinct, and decided very poorly about what to do.
"Afraid of what they might think, huh slayer?" He said.
Buffy stopped and answered without turning around.
"I don't need them to think anything, Spike, I chose myself that this was a lousy choice."
"Oh, and it had nothing to do with Cap Cardboard coming over?" He said.
To that she turned around and once again walked to him.
"Can't you deal with this, Spike?" She said, "I said I was sorry, I said I used you, and now it's over, get over it!"
"I can't, I love you." He answered, honestly.
"Well, I don't." She stated, "Now get it through your thick skull and get the hell out of here."
She then walked away from him and slammed the door behind him.
He didn't know what to do. The skies began rumbling and a single drop fell on his boot. He looked over and saw what was left of his relationship with the slayer. A small flower, broken on the yard.
End of chapter.
