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Setting: Set after Episode Fool For Love in season 5.
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He watched her from across the courtyard late that Friday night as she stalked outside the stone walls of the abandoned mansion. Her eyes were wide and alert as she gazed suspiciously up and down the grassy knoll. She was on the hunt again. Her right hand gripped a stake menacingly while she squatted into a position ready to take on any evil being that would come kung fu fighting as they always did. Just as suspected, two vampires came sprinting across the grass right into her fists. With precision and speed, she was able to flip them both over onto the dewy ground and swiftly stabbed them in the chest, transforming them to dust. "Amateurs," he chuckled as he took a swig of brandy. He knew he should probably start back for his crypt, but he couldn't help staring at her face as it glowed in the moonlight. Why do I subject myself to this torture? he groaned. This was the 4th time this week he had followed her and watched her from afar while she was on patrol. "What am I becoming?" he wondered. "Am I going to be one of those stalkers always daydreaming of what a life with her would be like? Come on Spike, mate, you know you're just setting yourself up for disaster. Afterall... Buffy had already made it clear that there was no place in her life for you."
Spike shuddered at the thought of what had happened a few nights ago. He had actually almost kissed her, and she had deeply wounded him by saying that he was "beneath her". All the pain of that night came flooding back and he couldn't help but want to kill something when he thought about it. "Damn chip," he cursed furiously. Still, he also remembered later that night as they sat together and he comforted her when she was so upset about her mom. He had patted her on the back and she had let him. At least that was some progress. "I could have easily killed her," he chuckled. "There's just something about her that turns me into jello."
"Hello Spike, enjoying the show?" Buffy asked, suddenly appearing from around the side of the mansion.
"Just taking a midnight stroll, slayer."
"Harmony is probably wondering where you are."
"Ha! I doubt she can tell me apart from a dresser drawer. Not to mention even if she realized I was missing, she probably has no idea how to find her way here."
"Why ARE you here Spike?"
"I just told you slayer. The moon is lovely at this hour."
"You aren't going to ask me to dance again are you?"
"Of course not," Spike replied trying to look defensive. Then he softened, "Unless that's- that's what you want."
"I explained this to you already. Not with you. Not ever."
"Oh come on slayer, you were all over me."
"Unless you're referring to my foot kicking you pathetic butt, I'd have to say no. You are my enemy Spike. No matter how much you help me, things will never change."
"What about that night? You let me comfort you. I was there for you."
"I was overcome by grief Spike! I just didn't feel like breaking you into pieces and having to deal with what happened at the same time. Like I said, you're beneath me."
Buffy headed out into the darkness, leaving Spike standing there by himself. "That's it," he growled. "I'm ending this thing once and for all. I will get over this bloody infatuation with Buffy and everything will fit again." With that, Spike took off into the night to get in touch with an old "friend".
Setting: Set after Episode Fool For Love in season 5.
Please read and review!
He watched her from across the courtyard late that Friday night as she stalked outside the stone walls of the abandoned mansion. Her eyes were wide and alert as she gazed suspiciously up and down the grassy knoll. She was on the hunt again. Her right hand gripped a stake menacingly while she squatted into a position ready to take on any evil being that would come kung fu fighting as they always did. Just as suspected, two vampires came sprinting across the grass right into her fists. With precision and speed, she was able to flip them both over onto the dewy ground and swiftly stabbed them in the chest, transforming them to dust. "Amateurs," he chuckled as he took a swig of brandy. He knew he should probably start back for his crypt, but he couldn't help staring at her face as it glowed in the moonlight. Why do I subject myself to this torture? he groaned. This was the 4th time this week he had followed her and watched her from afar while she was on patrol. "What am I becoming?" he wondered. "Am I going to be one of those stalkers always daydreaming of what a life with her would be like? Come on Spike, mate, you know you're just setting yourself up for disaster. Afterall... Buffy had already made it clear that there was no place in her life for you."
Spike shuddered at the thought of what had happened a few nights ago. He had actually almost kissed her, and she had deeply wounded him by saying that he was "beneath her". All the pain of that night came flooding back and he couldn't help but want to kill something when he thought about it. "Damn chip," he cursed furiously. Still, he also remembered later that night as they sat together and he comforted her when she was so upset about her mom. He had patted her on the back and she had let him. At least that was some progress. "I could have easily killed her," he chuckled. "There's just something about her that turns me into jello."
"Hello Spike, enjoying the show?" Buffy asked, suddenly appearing from around the side of the mansion.
"Just taking a midnight stroll, slayer."
"Harmony is probably wondering where you are."
"Ha! I doubt she can tell me apart from a dresser drawer. Not to mention even if she realized I was missing, she probably has no idea how to find her way here."
"Why ARE you here Spike?"
"I just told you slayer. The moon is lovely at this hour."
"You aren't going to ask me to dance again are you?"
"Of course not," Spike replied trying to look defensive. Then he softened, "Unless that's- that's what you want."
"I explained this to you already. Not with you. Not ever."
"Oh come on slayer, you were all over me."
"Unless you're referring to my foot kicking you pathetic butt, I'd have to say no. You are my enemy Spike. No matter how much you help me, things will never change."
"What about that night? You let me comfort you. I was there for you."
"I was overcome by grief Spike! I just didn't feel like breaking you into pieces and having to deal with what happened at the same time. Like I said, you're beneath me."
Buffy headed out into the darkness, leaving Spike standing there by himself. "That's it," he growled. "I'm ending this thing once and for all. I will get over this bloody infatuation with Buffy and everything will fit again." With that, Spike took off into the night to get in touch with an old "friend".