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Chapter Three
"Two men walked into a bar... no wait how does the bloody thing go? cant remember, can't remember alot of things lately, like the smell of her hair, very enticing. like citrus juice. Oranges, yes smells like oranges with a dash of cinnamin. other one, what's the name, lil bit, she's a cutie, got to keep the young lads away from her, have to protect the sun that rises on the western border... here in california... Should go pay a visit, to the others... Should be merry and nice, maybe go for a car drive out to see the fallen Angel, he knows about this whole soul bit..."
"Spike?" he heard her call to him.
"Oh lookie lookie lookie lookie..." Spike continued as he held on the piping above his head and stared at the blonde woman who had captured his heart..
"Spike what are you doing?" Buffy asked concerned as he kept repeating the one word.
"Can't think of anything to come after lookie, well things that can rhyme yes, but not makes sense, no no, of course not... so I must keep repeating till I can figure out what to do, lookie lookie..." He began.
"You make sense? that would be a first for a long while." She mummbled and wlaked closer to where he was standing.
"Aww slayer, what's the matter? what posessed you to return to the underworlds where I toss about like a rainbow trout on a hot sunny day?" He said smiling, and then his smile faded.
"Stay away from me, why do you come to see me after all the things I did? You shouldn't be here, you shouldn't care! caring is wrong for a monster like me, stay away, stay away, you should go, run run far from here, where the monster cannot be near." He said collapsing to a corner of the room and crying.
Buffy didn't know what to say, what was there to say?
What posessed her to be so nice to him and yet be so cold and turn away his affections? especially in this state? She knew that he could never harm her, he could only harm himself now, that is what the universe left him with.
but maybe that was why she was so very afraid. Spike was apart of her, whether she liked it or not. Her animal instinct, her carniverous spirit. Her love that was unconditional towards her scoobies, everything that was in her connected to him now, and that is why she could not be apart of him. She was afriad the more he hurt himself the more he hurt her.
That was another hint the first slayer was trying to give her, another small indication that life was never easy or ment to stay the same.
Wasn't this why Angel left? because he thought that she couldn't handle the stresses of being inlove with a mortal?
Maybe, but her life had turned full circle and here she was yet again in love with a souled creature of the night. Something she had promised not to do ever again.
Slowly she knelt down to where he was cowering, and placed her lunchbox on the floor. she opened it up and took out a sandwich and the container of blood she brought him.
"Why?" He asked as she passed the container to him and she sat cross legged on the cement floor.
"You ryhmed..." She smiled sweetly and continued to nibble on her sandwich as she turned away from his look of awe.
^ ^
(VV)
Xander watched the men infront of him work. He tried to concentrate, he truly did but he couldn't. Being the boss left him time to let his feeble mind wander to this morning when Buffy had pointed out his worst fear. but she didn't know why. She didn't know how he was torn inside all summer, ever since the encounter with Willow. She didn't know how he debated and went over his reasoning and feelings since then and this morning she opened the door to memories he tried to keep locked away.
~FLASHBACK~
Xander was the first to move. When he did he realized Willow had fallen asleep. The powers in her had been on overload, he realized. She needed the rest. He picked her up in his arms and started on the 2-mile walk home. Yes home, but not Buffy's house were they all lived like a family, her, Tara, Buffy, and Dawn. The house of his girls he had so fondly called it with Anya. She used to smile and tease that maybe she should move in there as well. He did not take Willow there because she would only feel destroyed, but to put her up in his apartment until she gained enough courage to face the friends she had turned her back on.
Pain ripped through the wounds she had inflicted on him, but he knew they would heal. As would she. He could tell when he looked down at her face. She had quietly surrendered to the unconscious state that could be as judging as the conscious. In looking at her he found it hard to believe that only ten minutes ago this scared, lonely little girl was a threat to the world. She was so fragile, so frail, and looked the same as she had looked the day he met her when they were 5.
All of a sudden it hit him like a bomb. It had been the truth for years and they had only explored it once. He loved this girl. More then on a friend level, but literally was devoted to her. Maybe that is a friend level he thought. Nevertheless, he knew that no matter whom he was with or what happened he would always be with her. He began to wonder if that was why he had really left Anya standing at the alter, why was he so afriad of commitment? Was it because he always wanted to keep that door open for Willow to run into his arms and tell him that she still loved him as well? Why he had cheated on Cordiella? Why he would never truly find the right girl? Was it because he always compared them to his sweet Willow, that until now could do no harm? And if so, why not be with her?
He knew why.
She had wanted Oz, and then after Oz she was with Tara. He did not know how she felt anymore.
~END FLASHBACK~
"SIR!" Called one of the men.
"Yeah?" Xander called back flashing back into reality.
"One of the men found something sir." The man said to him, giving Xander enough time to get his head in focus and follow the other man to the site.
Slowly they weeded through the other people and to a large hole.
"Well?" Xander asked and looked to the where the men were looking, inside the whole was a large black stone, it looked like it was crystal and was two feet in diameter.
That was not what struck the men's attention though, it was the fact the large crystal was swimming in blood.
Chapter Three
"Two men walked into a bar... no wait how does the bloody thing go? cant remember, can't remember alot of things lately, like the smell of her hair, very enticing. like citrus juice. Oranges, yes smells like oranges with a dash of cinnamin. other one, what's the name, lil bit, she's a cutie, got to keep the young lads away from her, have to protect the sun that rises on the western border... here in california... Should go pay a visit, to the others... Should be merry and nice, maybe go for a car drive out to see the fallen Angel, he knows about this whole soul bit..."
"Spike?" he heard her call to him.
"Oh lookie lookie lookie lookie..." Spike continued as he held on the piping above his head and stared at the blonde woman who had captured his heart..
"Spike what are you doing?" Buffy asked concerned as he kept repeating the one word.
"Can't think of anything to come after lookie, well things that can rhyme yes, but not makes sense, no no, of course not... so I must keep repeating till I can figure out what to do, lookie lookie..." He began.
"You make sense? that would be a first for a long while." She mummbled and wlaked closer to where he was standing.
"Aww slayer, what's the matter? what posessed you to return to the underworlds where I toss about like a rainbow trout on a hot sunny day?" He said smiling, and then his smile faded.
"Stay away from me, why do you come to see me after all the things I did? You shouldn't be here, you shouldn't care! caring is wrong for a monster like me, stay away, stay away, you should go, run run far from here, where the monster cannot be near." He said collapsing to a corner of the room and crying.
Buffy didn't know what to say, what was there to say?
What posessed her to be so nice to him and yet be so cold and turn away his affections? especially in this state? She knew that he could never harm her, he could only harm himself now, that is what the universe left him with.
but maybe that was why she was so very afraid. Spike was apart of her, whether she liked it or not. Her animal instinct, her carniverous spirit. Her love that was unconditional towards her scoobies, everything that was in her connected to him now, and that is why she could not be apart of him. She was afriad the more he hurt himself the more he hurt her.
That was another hint the first slayer was trying to give her, another small indication that life was never easy or ment to stay the same.
Wasn't this why Angel left? because he thought that she couldn't handle the stresses of being inlove with a mortal?
Maybe, but her life had turned full circle and here she was yet again in love with a souled creature of the night. Something she had promised not to do ever again.
Slowly she knelt down to where he was cowering, and placed her lunchbox on the floor. she opened it up and took out a sandwich and the container of blood she brought him.
"Why?" He asked as she passed the container to him and she sat cross legged on the cement floor.
"You ryhmed..." She smiled sweetly and continued to nibble on her sandwich as she turned away from his look of awe.
^ ^
(VV)
Xander watched the men infront of him work. He tried to concentrate, he truly did but he couldn't. Being the boss left him time to let his feeble mind wander to this morning when Buffy had pointed out his worst fear. but she didn't know why. She didn't know how he was torn inside all summer, ever since the encounter with Willow. She didn't know how he debated and went over his reasoning and feelings since then and this morning she opened the door to memories he tried to keep locked away.
~FLASHBACK~
Xander was the first to move. When he did he realized Willow had fallen asleep. The powers in her had been on overload, he realized. She needed the rest. He picked her up in his arms and started on the 2-mile walk home. Yes home, but not Buffy's house were they all lived like a family, her, Tara, Buffy, and Dawn. The house of his girls he had so fondly called it with Anya. She used to smile and tease that maybe she should move in there as well. He did not take Willow there because she would only feel destroyed, but to put her up in his apartment until she gained enough courage to face the friends she had turned her back on.
Pain ripped through the wounds she had inflicted on him, but he knew they would heal. As would she. He could tell when he looked down at her face. She had quietly surrendered to the unconscious state that could be as judging as the conscious. In looking at her he found it hard to believe that only ten minutes ago this scared, lonely little girl was a threat to the world. She was so fragile, so frail, and looked the same as she had looked the day he met her when they were 5.
All of a sudden it hit him like a bomb. It had been the truth for years and they had only explored it once. He loved this girl. More then on a friend level, but literally was devoted to her. Maybe that is a friend level he thought. Nevertheless, he knew that no matter whom he was with or what happened he would always be with her. He began to wonder if that was why he had really left Anya standing at the alter, why was he so afriad of commitment? Was it because he always wanted to keep that door open for Willow to run into his arms and tell him that she still loved him as well? Why he had cheated on Cordiella? Why he would never truly find the right girl? Was it because he always compared them to his sweet Willow, that until now could do no harm? And if so, why not be with her?
He knew why.
She had wanted Oz, and then after Oz she was with Tara. He did not know how she felt anymore.
~END FLASHBACK~
"SIR!" Called one of the men.
"Yeah?" Xander called back flashing back into reality.
"One of the men found something sir." The man said to him, giving Xander enough time to get his head in focus and follow the other man to the site.
Slowly they weeded through the other people and to a large hole.
"Well?" Xander asked and looked to the where the men were looking, inside the whole was a large black stone, it looked like it was crystal and was two feet in diameter.
That was not what struck the men's attention though, it was the fact the large crystal was swimming in blood.