This Isn't Me
By
Natalie Elizabeth
Chapter 14
Spike walked into the kitchen and began pulling out some pots to make them dinner with. He put one of the pots on with water in it to boil but set another two to the side for the sauce. Normal sauce for Buffy and a sauce/ blood mix for Angel and himself. Spike wanted to make the night special for Buffy, he felt nervous as if he was on a date, he just wanted everything to go well. Angel would probably come in and sweep Buffy off her feet and leave poor Spike on his own. Spike wasn't going to let that happen, he was going to show Buffy that he had a nice romantic side. Spike put the new tablecloth on the table then went about grabbing candles scattering them around the room. They gave off a nice warm glow and he hoped Buffy would appreciate it. Spike was a little unsure of why he was doing it, was it just to piss Angel off, or did he really care about Buffy, the Slayer, the Slayer. When did he go from calling her slayer to Buffy? The water began to boil so Spike put the pasta in and began to stir it.
"Spike showers free if." Buffy walked into the kitchen and stopped. She looked around the room. Spike was at the stove stirring dinner. The room was covered with candles and Buffy could smell the faint vanilla, and it wasn't her soap she had used strawberry. Buffy was surprised, she knew he had said a nice dinner but this was not what she had expected.
"Umm what's all this Spike"
Spike heard the scepticism in her voice. "Umm, nice dinner, look if its too much, I'll get rid of it" Spike went up to a candle and blew it out.
"No, No don't its nice"
"Are you sure"
"Yeah, never had a candle lit dinner before, I was just surprised"
Spike walked back over to the pasta and began to stir it hoping that it hadnt stuck to the bottom.
"If I go take a quick shower can you look after this"
"Sure" she said walking over to him. "Have you got the sauces ready yet"
"Umm no" he said walking out of the kitchen. "I'll do it later"
"That's ok," she said grabbing a pot "I'll make yours, how much blood should I use"
Spike suddenly stopped as if he was frozen then suddenly turned around.
"Its ok luv I'll make my own I don't want to put you off your sauce"
Buffy grabbed the jar of sauce and poured a little into two separate pots.
"It won't put me off"
"Its not like its the weta bix, its gonna look like where eating the same thing you shouldn't have to see it made"
Buffy started laughing. "Its ok seriously, now go get in the shower otherwise the pastas going to get soggy".
Spike quickly showered and changed into a newer pair of black jeans, his traditional black t-shirt, and a navy blue shirt buttoned almost all the way to the top. Spike walked into the kitchen and immediately went to cupboard and began pulling out some plates. Buffy was to immersed in stirring the sauce to notice Spike but the stronger scent of vanilla made her turn around.
"Wow I didn't even hear you come in, wow you look really good"
"Umm thanks, figure might as well"
Buffy went to help Spike set the table when she noticed that he had three bowls in his hand.
"Umm three bowls" she asked.
"Yeah forgot to tell you were having company, here put these near the stove"
When Buffy reached out for the bowls Spike noticed a still unhealed graze poking out of the short sleaved shirt.
"Do I know this person?"
"Umm yeah sorta" he said still looking at the graze.
He could only imagine what Angel would think about the graze and the numerous questions he would ask.
"Umm luv, why don't you put on that nice red long sleave shirt I saw you stuff in your bag. I know it's a little dressy and you probably wanted to wear it out but where having a nice meal at home, its almost like we are out right"
Buffy smiled. "Umm ok, that's a great idea"
Buffy raced off to the bedroom and Spike sighed, one less problem to worry about. After a few minutes Buffy walked into the kitchen and spun around.
"So what do you think"
Spike looked at the shirt it was high neck and came almost to her wrists where it spilt up into strips, and had some silky covering over it. Spike really liked her shirt, but it was because it covered her cuts, well at least that's what he tried to convince him self.
"Umm yeah its nice, maybe one day you can where it out"
Buffy nodded. Spikes heart dropped when he heard a knock at the door.
"Do you want me to get that" Buffy asked.
Spike nodded and watched Buffy walk out of the room and he hoped not out of his life. Spike sunk into a chair and held his head in his hands the return of the great Poof.
Buffy walked to the door and opened it eagerly awaiting to see who was on the other side, what she saw shocked her.
"Angel"
"Hey Buffy" he said smiling. "Can I come in"
Buffy nodded and Angel walked.
"Its good to see you, you look great" he said giving her a hug.
Buffy felt weird and uncomfortable in his hug he was big and offish, in an odd way it felt like Riley.
"Umm thanks" she said backing away from him. "Umm what are you doing here"
"Aren't you glad to see me"
"Umm yeah sure, umm come into the kitchen"
Buffy walked into the kitchen with Angel following her and saw Spike sitting down.
"Umm Spike, Angel is here, why is Angel here"
Spike looked up and smiled she didn't seem happy he was here. "Umm Buffy I invited him here, there's some things we need to discuss, but not now later. We were about to have dinner Angel but it wont be ready for a little while if you guys wanna go talk"
Buffy shrugged she didn't really want to talk to Angel, he would just ask to many questions. Questions she didn't want to answer. Questions she didn't know how to answer. Only Spike knew the whole truth and that's the way she wanted it to stay.
"Come on Angel, I'll give you a tour of our great apartment"
Spike watched as Buffy grabbed Angel by he arm, not by the hand, by the arm, and led him off.
Buffy took him back into the lounge and held her arm out like an assistant on a game show.
"This is our lovely lounge," she said laughing at her own corniness.
Angel looked around the room then walked over to the lounge and lightly touched the throw rug.
"Spike really has some bad taste huh"
Buffy turned to see what Angel was talking about.
"Oh, umm that's mine"
"Oh"
"Yeah Spike let decorate the house a little so I bought some stuff, come on you have to see the room"
Angel followed Buffy off to her room.
"What do you think?" she asked walking in the door.
"Umm yeah it's nice," he said standing in the doorway. Something blue caught Angels eyes and he turned to look at it. What he saw stunned him.
"YOUR SLEEPING WITH SPIKE" Angel yelled.
In the kitchen Spike heard Angel yell and held a small smirk.
"What?" Buffy asked shocked.
"This room is your and Spikes that's what it says on the door"
"Yeah it is, but look and Angel it's not like that"
"So you're not sleeping with Spike then"
"No I am, but not like that, oh god Angel, look yes I am sleeping with Spike but not sleeping, sleeping".
"I cant believe you Buffy you pulled away from my hug, me someone who is supposed to be your friend, yet you sleep with Spike, hes supposed to be your enemy"
"Yeah well in times of need you turn to your enemy, cause sometimes there the only one you can trust, god Angel you can be such an ass"
Spike smirked he could still hear there conversation from the kitchen and decided to break up there little lovers quarrel.
"Hey Buffy dinners ready come on"
Buffy stormed out of the room and into the kitchen. Buffy saw three bowls of pasta sitting on the table. Buffy looked at them.
"Umm which one is mine"
Spike pointed to the one at the head of the table.
"You can sit at anyone Angel" Spike said indicating for him to site at the table.
Buffy dug her fork into her pasta and put a huge pile into her mouth. Spike sat down and copied Buffy. Angel looked wearily between the two then at his food; he shrugged before taking a mouthful. Angels eyes widened with shock.
"Buffy stop eating," he practical yelled,
Buffy shared a secret smile with Spike then looked at Angel innocently.
"Why?" she asked taking another mouthful.
"Spike you bloody idiot, you're feeding her blood"
Buffy and Spike started laughing.
"This is not funny"
Buffy scooped up some pasta and held it in front of Angels face.
"Taste"
"What" he asked shocked
"Just taste it" she urged practically shoving it in his mouth.
Angel tasted the pasta and frowned. "There's no blood in it"
"That's cause I don't need blood to live, but you guys do, sorry Angel I am not a very good cook"
"Bullocks luv it's great, the wanker doesn't know what he's talking about"
"You want some blood Angel"
"You actually eat food mixed with blood" Angel asked Spike surprised
"Yeah" Buffy replied for him.
Angel smirked and Buffy saw the hurt look on Spikes face.
"Well yeah I don't like to eat alone" Buffy piped up. "I made a deal with Spike if I had to eat food then he had to, so Spike being nice and all not wanting me to starve eats"
Spike looked at Buffy shocked. She had actually stood up to Angel when he was being an ass. More to the point Buffy defended him.
Angel shrugged at Buffys comment and went back to his food.
~TBC~
Chapter 14
Spike walked into the kitchen and began pulling out some pots to make them dinner with. He put one of the pots on with water in it to boil but set another two to the side for the sauce. Normal sauce for Buffy and a sauce/ blood mix for Angel and himself. Spike wanted to make the night special for Buffy, he felt nervous as if he was on a date, he just wanted everything to go well. Angel would probably come in and sweep Buffy off her feet and leave poor Spike on his own. Spike wasn't going to let that happen, he was going to show Buffy that he had a nice romantic side. Spike put the new tablecloth on the table then went about grabbing candles scattering them around the room. They gave off a nice warm glow and he hoped Buffy would appreciate it. Spike was a little unsure of why he was doing it, was it just to piss Angel off, or did he really care about Buffy, the Slayer, the Slayer. When did he go from calling her slayer to Buffy? The water began to boil so Spike put the pasta in and began to stir it.
"Spike showers free if." Buffy walked into the kitchen and stopped. She looked around the room. Spike was at the stove stirring dinner. The room was covered with candles and Buffy could smell the faint vanilla, and it wasn't her soap she had used strawberry. Buffy was surprised, she knew he had said a nice dinner but this was not what she had expected.
"Umm what's all this Spike"
Spike heard the scepticism in her voice. "Umm, nice dinner, look if its too much, I'll get rid of it" Spike went up to a candle and blew it out.
"No, No don't its nice"
"Are you sure"
"Yeah, never had a candle lit dinner before, I was just surprised"
Spike walked back over to the pasta and began to stir it hoping that it hadnt stuck to the bottom.
"If I go take a quick shower can you look after this"
"Sure" she said walking over to him. "Have you got the sauces ready yet"
"Umm no" he said walking out of the kitchen. "I'll do it later"
"That's ok," she said grabbing a pot "I'll make yours, how much blood should I use"
Spike suddenly stopped as if he was frozen then suddenly turned around.
"Its ok luv I'll make my own I don't want to put you off your sauce"
Buffy grabbed the jar of sauce and poured a little into two separate pots.
"It won't put me off"
"Its not like its the weta bix, its gonna look like where eating the same thing you shouldn't have to see it made"
Buffy started laughing. "Its ok seriously, now go get in the shower otherwise the pastas going to get soggy".
Spike quickly showered and changed into a newer pair of black jeans, his traditional black t-shirt, and a navy blue shirt buttoned almost all the way to the top. Spike walked into the kitchen and immediately went to cupboard and began pulling out some plates. Buffy was to immersed in stirring the sauce to notice Spike but the stronger scent of vanilla made her turn around.
"Wow I didn't even hear you come in, wow you look really good"
"Umm thanks, figure might as well"
Buffy went to help Spike set the table when she noticed that he had three bowls in his hand.
"Umm three bowls" she asked.
"Yeah forgot to tell you were having company, here put these near the stove"
When Buffy reached out for the bowls Spike noticed a still unhealed graze poking out of the short sleaved shirt.
"Do I know this person?"
"Umm yeah sorta" he said still looking at the graze.
He could only imagine what Angel would think about the graze and the numerous questions he would ask.
"Umm luv, why don't you put on that nice red long sleave shirt I saw you stuff in your bag. I know it's a little dressy and you probably wanted to wear it out but where having a nice meal at home, its almost like we are out right"
Buffy smiled. "Umm ok, that's a great idea"
Buffy raced off to the bedroom and Spike sighed, one less problem to worry about. After a few minutes Buffy walked into the kitchen and spun around.
"So what do you think"
Spike looked at the shirt it was high neck and came almost to her wrists where it spilt up into strips, and had some silky covering over it. Spike really liked her shirt, but it was because it covered her cuts, well at least that's what he tried to convince him self.
"Umm yeah its nice, maybe one day you can where it out"
Buffy nodded. Spikes heart dropped when he heard a knock at the door.
"Do you want me to get that" Buffy asked.
Spike nodded and watched Buffy walk out of the room and he hoped not out of his life. Spike sunk into a chair and held his head in his hands the return of the great Poof.
Buffy walked to the door and opened it eagerly awaiting to see who was on the other side, what she saw shocked her.
"Angel"
"Hey Buffy" he said smiling. "Can I come in"
Buffy nodded and Angel walked.
"Its good to see you, you look great" he said giving her a hug.
Buffy felt weird and uncomfortable in his hug he was big and offish, in an odd way it felt like Riley.
"Umm thanks" she said backing away from him. "Umm what are you doing here"
"Aren't you glad to see me"
"Umm yeah sure, umm come into the kitchen"
Buffy walked into the kitchen with Angel following her and saw Spike sitting down.
"Umm Spike, Angel is here, why is Angel here"
Spike looked up and smiled she didn't seem happy he was here. "Umm Buffy I invited him here, there's some things we need to discuss, but not now later. We were about to have dinner Angel but it wont be ready for a little while if you guys wanna go talk"
Buffy shrugged she didn't really want to talk to Angel, he would just ask to many questions. Questions she didn't want to answer. Questions she didn't know how to answer. Only Spike knew the whole truth and that's the way she wanted it to stay.
"Come on Angel, I'll give you a tour of our great apartment"
Spike watched as Buffy grabbed Angel by he arm, not by the hand, by the arm, and led him off.
Buffy took him back into the lounge and held her arm out like an assistant on a game show.
"This is our lovely lounge," she said laughing at her own corniness.
Angel looked around the room then walked over to the lounge and lightly touched the throw rug.
"Spike really has some bad taste huh"
Buffy turned to see what Angel was talking about.
"Oh, umm that's mine"
"Oh"
"Yeah Spike let decorate the house a little so I bought some stuff, come on you have to see the room"
Angel followed Buffy off to her room.
"What do you think?" she asked walking in the door.
"Umm yeah it's nice," he said standing in the doorway. Something blue caught Angels eyes and he turned to look at it. What he saw stunned him.
"YOUR SLEEPING WITH SPIKE" Angel yelled.
In the kitchen Spike heard Angel yell and held a small smirk.
"What?" Buffy asked shocked.
"This room is your and Spikes that's what it says on the door"
"Yeah it is, but look and Angel it's not like that"
"So you're not sleeping with Spike then"
"No I am, but not like that, oh god Angel, look yes I am sleeping with Spike but not sleeping, sleeping".
"I cant believe you Buffy you pulled away from my hug, me someone who is supposed to be your friend, yet you sleep with Spike, hes supposed to be your enemy"
"Yeah well in times of need you turn to your enemy, cause sometimes there the only one you can trust, god Angel you can be such an ass"
Spike smirked he could still hear there conversation from the kitchen and decided to break up there little lovers quarrel.
"Hey Buffy dinners ready come on"
Buffy stormed out of the room and into the kitchen. Buffy saw three bowls of pasta sitting on the table. Buffy looked at them.
"Umm which one is mine"
Spike pointed to the one at the head of the table.
"You can sit at anyone Angel" Spike said indicating for him to site at the table.
Buffy dug her fork into her pasta and put a huge pile into her mouth. Spike sat down and copied Buffy. Angel looked wearily between the two then at his food; he shrugged before taking a mouthful. Angels eyes widened with shock.
"Buffy stop eating," he practical yelled,
Buffy shared a secret smile with Spike then looked at Angel innocently.
"Why?" she asked taking another mouthful.
"Spike you bloody idiot, you're feeding her blood"
Buffy and Spike started laughing.
"This is not funny"
Buffy scooped up some pasta and held it in front of Angels face.
"Taste"
"What" he asked shocked
"Just taste it" she urged practically shoving it in his mouth.
Angel tasted the pasta and frowned. "There's no blood in it"
"That's cause I don't need blood to live, but you guys do, sorry Angel I am not a very good cook"
"Bullocks luv it's great, the wanker doesn't know what he's talking about"
"You want some blood Angel"
"You actually eat food mixed with blood" Angel asked Spike surprised
"Yeah" Buffy replied for him.
Angel smirked and Buffy saw the hurt look on Spikes face.
"Well yeah I don't like to eat alone" Buffy piped up. "I made a deal with Spike if I had to eat food then he had to, so Spike being nice and all not wanting me to starve eats"
Spike looked at Buffy shocked. She had actually stood up to Angel when he was being an ass. More to the point Buffy defended him.
Angel shrugged at Buffys comment and went back to his food.
~TBC~