Wind Beneath My Wings
By: Stephy Rated PG-13 (might go up) Disclaimer- As you probably already know, I own nothing! They all belong to Joss. *Set during AU season 4 after 'Something Blue' Ever wonder why Buffy choice "Wind Beneath My Wings" for her wedding song? Spuffyness!! I'm lovin' the feedback!! By popular demand, I have decided to continue. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter!
A week has passed since Buffy and Spike last spoke. The bleached vamp was wandering through the graveyard on his way back to the crypt, which happens to be his new home sweet home. Giles finally let the leather bound vampire free, after discovering he was completely harmless. Spike spoke of what he knew about the initiative. Buffy talked to Riley about it and solved the issues from there. Spike then swore to never set foot near the scoobies again, unless he had a game plan on their deaths.
"Spike! I need to talk to you for a sec." Confound, Spike turned around to the sound of the slayer's demanding voice. As he waited for her follow-up, unwanted feelings began to surface. He tried to brush them off, but the closer she got, the more he felt. 'I hate the slayer, I hate the slayer!' Internally, he tried to convince himself.
"What do you know about a demon that travels an inch above the ground and wears a brown cloak, that keeps leaving me threatening notes?" Buffy was a bit on the shaky side, though she tried her very best to hide it. She failed miserably.
Pretending to be agitated, Spike took an unneeded breath and then responded. "Bloody hell, slayer! Do you really think if I knew I try to help you? Your really are a daft bint, aren't ya?"
A hurtful expression afflicted on the blonde's face. She merely took a step closer as she began to put herself in slayer mode. "Look Spike, I know you may not care about my life, but we helped you. So maybe you can help me."
She forced herself to peer in his ocean color eyes. She reached into the back of her jean pocket and pulled out three scraps of paper. She handed them to Spike, who casually took it out of her hands with no caring expression.
He read the first one that stated, "Coming for the pretty slayer." He then read the other two, which read, "Death slowly comes to you." And, " Want to hear the chosen one scream." At the bottom of each, laid an eye simple with a star above it. It looked vaguely familiar to him.
Spike successfully concealed his concern as he tossed the papers harshly on the ground. "Too bad this bugger is gonna get a taste of you. Kind of wanted to kill ya myself." He pulled a smoke from his duster and lit it up before he continued. "Ah well, don't care. As long as you are dead."
Buffy was getting aggravated with him and started to feel a little more hurt from the vampire's cold words. 'What did I expect?' She put all remaining thoughts aside.
"Can you just stop being a pain in the ass, and help me out? As much as I hate to admit it, I really need your help, and" Before she can even finish, Spike rudely interrupted her,
"Oh, cry me a soddin' river! Listen slayer, I don't give a bloody damn as to what happens to your pretty, little self. I hope what ever is after you, murders you slowly, and I will make sure that I will be watchin' front row. You know, since I can't join the fun."
Anger was undertaking the tiny slayer. She raised her right arm and took a powerful punch to Spike's nose, sending him to the ground. Before she can follow-up on a retort, Spike steadily got up and wiped the blood of his face. He labored bitter words from his lips, "What's the matter, slayer? Can't handle the evil by your lonesome self or with the help of your worthless scoobies?"
He began to roughly laugh as he continued his rant, "Why don't you just tell this creature thing your pathetic story of your mum and dad. I'm sure he'll laugh himself back to where ever he came from."
That did it.
Buffy was stung. It felt as if she has just been smacked with a ton of bricks. She started to bring her arm back, but then lazily brought it back down.
Spike just stood there, awaiting the pain he knew he would soon feel from her blow. When it didn't happen, he just stood there in utter shock.
"Forget it Spike. Your not worth it." Buffy then headed back to her dorm, leaving her last words cruising around in his head.
Just as she said it, Spike's heart began to break. Still living in his world of denial, he tried to ignore his tainted emotions.
However, no matter how much he tried, he can still see her angelic face in his mind. With her eyes buried with hurt and fear. Hurt that he had cause. Guilt started to make its way right next to caring, and worrying. Three sentiments he was never suppose to feel.
Nevertheless, in mere honesty, he knew if something happened to Buffy, he be devastated. He didn't know why, but he couldn't bare the thought of losing her.
That night when she opened her heart to him, Spike felt content. And the very fact she thought of him as someone 'special' gave him a whole new level of bliss, even considering the circumstances. For the first time in his unlife, someone truly cared for him.
'Bloody wanker, it was the stupid spell.' Still, that little crumb meant a lot. Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer. He decided to go after Buffy.
Meanwhile, Buffy entered her dorm, to find Xander and Willow researching Giles's books.
"How did it go Buffster? Was evil dead any help?" Xander asked as he turned to greet the blonde heroine.
Buffy deeply sighed, "Nope, we are so on our own." She said it with speed as she quickly jumped to the question, in trying to avoid the Spike topic, "Did Giles call?"
Willow closed her book whilst she answered, "Yep, he said that he still hasn't found anything, but to keep a close look out. Anya is with him right now helping him with facts she may know."
Xander 's face turned goofy, "Gotta love Anya."
"Right, I'm gonna head back out to see if Riley had any luck." Buffy started for the door.
Xander came out of his daze, "Ok Buff, but no lip smackin'."
She gave him a half-hearted smile, "Whatever Xander. We're not even an official couple yet."
Willow gave her a reassuring smile, "Maybe you soon will be. You guys did go on a date."
"Thanks for the optimism, Will. See ya guys." She exited the dorm, still feeling a pang of sadness from previous events.
As Buffy made her way towards initiative headquarters, she spotted Riley. "Hey Mr. Finn." She perked playfully "Hey Buffy." Riley replied as he walked closer until he was standing right next to her, taking up her space.
Skeptical, Buffy still proceeded in conversation, "Did you and your crew find anything? Because, the gang is still searching, but this creepy, stalker thing seems to be this huge mystery. Not to mention Spike had nothing good to offer." 'Just cruelness.' She mentally added.
He remained mute. The commando's dark eyes focused on her, which made her feel very uncomfortable. Before she knew it, she felt a volt of electricity go through her, and everything went black. Riley smiled slyly, "Yea Buff, we found something."
TBC Sorry for leaving ya hanging, but don't worry, Spuffy fluffiness is coming soon! HeeHee!
By: Stephy Rated PG-13 (might go up) Disclaimer- As you probably already know, I own nothing! They all belong to Joss. *Set during AU season 4 after 'Something Blue' Ever wonder why Buffy choice "Wind Beneath My Wings" for her wedding song? Spuffyness!! I'm lovin' the feedback!! By popular demand, I have decided to continue. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter!
A week has passed since Buffy and Spike last spoke. The bleached vamp was wandering through the graveyard on his way back to the crypt, which happens to be his new home sweet home. Giles finally let the leather bound vampire free, after discovering he was completely harmless. Spike spoke of what he knew about the initiative. Buffy talked to Riley about it and solved the issues from there. Spike then swore to never set foot near the scoobies again, unless he had a game plan on their deaths.
"Spike! I need to talk to you for a sec." Confound, Spike turned around to the sound of the slayer's demanding voice. As he waited for her follow-up, unwanted feelings began to surface. He tried to brush them off, but the closer she got, the more he felt. 'I hate the slayer, I hate the slayer!' Internally, he tried to convince himself.
"What do you know about a demon that travels an inch above the ground and wears a brown cloak, that keeps leaving me threatening notes?" Buffy was a bit on the shaky side, though she tried her very best to hide it. She failed miserably.
Pretending to be agitated, Spike took an unneeded breath and then responded. "Bloody hell, slayer! Do you really think if I knew I try to help you? Your really are a daft bint, aren't ya?"
A hurtful expression afflicted on the blonde's face. She merely took a step closer as she began to put herself in slayer mode. "Look Spike, I know you may not care about my life, but we helped you. So maybe you can help me."
She forced herself to peer in his ocean color eyes. She reached into the back of her jean pocket and pulled out three scraps of paper. She handed them to Spike, who casually took it out of her hands with no caring expression.
He read the first one that stated, "Coming for the pretty slayer." He then read the other two, which read, "Death slowly comes to you." And, " Want to hear the chosen one scream." At the bottom of each, laid an eye simple with a star above it. It looked vaguely familiar to him.
Spike successfully concealed his concern as he tossed the papers harshly on the ground. "Too bad this bugger is gonna get a taste of you. Kind of wanted to kill ya myself." He pulled a smoke from his duster and lit it up before he continued. "Ah well, don't care. As long as you are dead."
Buffy was getting aggravated with him and started to feel a little more hurt from the vampire's cold words. 'What did I expect?' She put all remaining thoughts aside.
"Can you just stop being a pain in the ass, and help me out? As much as I hate to admit it, I really need your help, and" Before she can even finish, Spike rudely interrupted her,
"Oh, cry me a soddin' river! Listen slayer, I don't give a bloody damn as to what happens to your pretty, little self. I hope what ever is after you, murders you slowly, and I will make sure that I will be watchin' front row. You know, since I can't join the fun."
Anger was undertaking the tiny slayer. She raised her right arm and took a powerful punch to Spike's nose, sending him to the ground. Before she can follow-up on a retort, Spike steadily got up and wiped the blood of his face. He labored bitter words from his lips, "What's the matter, slayer? Can't handle the evil by your lonesome self or with the help of your worthless scoobies?"
He began to roughly laugh as he continued his rant, "Why don't you just tell this creature thing your pathetic story of your mum and dad. I'm sure he'll laugh himself back to where ever he came from."
That did it.
Buffy was stung. It felt as if she has just been smacked with a ton of bricks. She started to bring her arm back, but then lazily brought it back down.
Spike just stood there, awaiting the pain he knew he would soon feel from her blow. When it didn't happen, he just stood there in utter shock.
"Forget it Spike. Your not worth it." Buffy then headed back to her dorm, leaving her last words cruising around in his head.
Just as she said it, Spike's heart began to break. Still living in his world of denial, he tried to ignore his tainted emotions.
However, no matter how much he tried, he can still see her angelic face in his mind. With her eyes buried with hurt and fear. Hurt that he had cause. Guilt started to make its way right next to caring, and worrying. Three sentiments he was never suppose to feel.
Nevertheless, in mere honesty, he knew if something happened to Buffy, he be devastated. He didn't know why, but he couldn't bare the thought of losing her.
That night when she opened her heart to him, Spike felt content. And the very fact she thought of him as someone 'special' gave him a whole new level of bliss, even considering the circumstances. For the first time in his unlife, someone truly cared for him.
'Bloody wanker, it was the stupid spell.' Still, that little crumb meant a lot. Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer. He decided to go after Buffy.
Meanwhile, Buffy entered her dorm, to find Xander and Willow researching Giles's books.
"How did it go Buffster? Was evil dead any help?" Xander asked as he turned to greet the blonde heroine.
Buffy deeply sighed, "Nope, we are so on our own." She said it with speed as she quickly jumped to the question, in trying to avoid the Spike topic, "Did Giles call?"
Willow closed her book whilst she answered, "Yep, he said that he still hasn't found anything, but to keep a close look out. Anya is with him right now helping him with facts she may know."
Xander 's face turned goofy, "Gotta love Anya."
"Right, I'm gonna head back out to see if Riley had any luck." Buffy started for the door.
Xander came out of his daze, "Ok Buff, but no lip smackin'."
She gave him a half-hearted smile, "Whatever Xander. We're not even an official couple yet."
Willow gave her a reassuring smile, "Maybe you soon will be. You guys did go on a date."
"Thanks for the optimism, Will. See ya guys." She exited the dorm, still feeling a pang of sadness from previous events.
As Buffy made her way towards initiative headquarters, she spotted Riley. "Hey Mr. Finn." She perked playfully "Hey Buffy." Riley replied as he walked closer until he was standing right next to her, taking up her space.
Skeptical, Buffy still proceeded in conversation, "Did you and your crew find anything? Because, the gang is still searching, but this creepy, stalker thing seems to be this huge mystery. Not to mention Spike had nothing good to offer." 'Just cruelness.' She mentally added.
He remained mute. The commando's dark eyes focused on her, which made her feel very uncomfortable. Before she knew it, she felt a volt of electricity go through her, and everything went black. Riley smiled slyly, "Yea Buff, we found something."
TBC Sorry for leaving ya hanging, but don't worry, Spuffy fluffiness is coming soon! HeeHee!