"Buffy, isn't it a little late?" Riley asked when he saw the small
blonde slayer standing in his door way. "What's wrong?" he asked when he
noticed the shaken look on her face.
"Nothing I-I just thought I'd come talk to you."
"You look like you've been crying."
"No, of course not. Just had a case of temporary insanity."
"Is it that time of the month already?" Riley joked.
Buffy punched him on the arm. "Shut up, of course not."
"Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yeah, especially now that I'm here with you."
"Well, you know, you've been acting kind of strange lately. When I called you last night, you seemed preoccupied."
"I've had a lot on my mind."
"Patrolling?"
"Yeah. Patrolling." The image of Drusilla in Spikes arms still stung her mind. She was upset yes, but she was also angry with herself for actually admitting she had feelings for him. Of course he wouldn't just be standing in the alley waiting for her. She had told him there was no chance. Now there was definitely no way they would ever be together. Riley walked over to her and put his arms around her. He kissed her tenderly on the forehead and smiled. Buffy tried to fake a smile and tried to burrow her pain in Riley's chest. There was no way she was going to let Spike get to her. "Riley is my boyfriend and nothing, not Spike or Drusilla will change that," she thought as she snuggled against Riley. "Who am I kidding?"
* * *
"Go ahead Spike," Drusilla whispered with a devilish grin. "Follow her. I can see it. I can sense it. So go ahead and run after her with your little legs and catch her. Catch your little slayer and tell her sweet things like your sorry."
"I told you, Dru," Spike said coldly, feigning conviction, "I don't have anything for the slayer." His voice began to shake a little. "I couldn't care less about her. I hate her and she hates me."
"Why are you pretending Spike? Acting like you don't feel it. Oh you feel it all right. In fact, I see love in your eyes."
Spike began to get a little angry now. "I told you," he said, his voice rising, "I don't." Spike grabbed Drusilla's hands and held them in his own. "I called you here because I want you Dru. I need you back in my life. This bloody chip has gotten me so weak. I need you in my life again."
Drusilla reached over and gently touched his forehead. "It hurts, doesn't it darling? It's hurting my baby."
"More than you could ever know."
"Oh Spike," she said seductively as she leaned into his embrace.
Spike held his fragile vampiress in his arms. "Wow, this feels so good." he thought. Finally he had someone in his arms. He closed his eyes and stroked her hair. He didn't even realize that while he held Drusilla, he mouth the name "Buffy".
"Nothing I-I just thought I'd come talk to you."
"You look like you've been crying."
"No, of course not. Just had a case of temporary insanity."
"Is it that time of the month already?" Riley joked.
Buffy punched him on the arm. "Shut up, of course not."
"Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yeah, especially now that I'm here with you."
"Well, you know, you've been acting kind of strange lately. When I called you last night, you seemed preoccupied."
"I've had a lot on my mind."
"Patrolling?"
"Yeah. Patrolling." The image of Drusilla in Spikes arms still stung her mind. She was upset yes, but she was also angry with herself for actually admitting she had feelings for him. Of course he wouldn't just be standing in the alley waiting for her. She had told him there was no chance. Now there was definitely no way they would ever be together. Riley walked over to her and put his arms around her. He kissed her tenderly on the forehead and smiled. Buffy tried to fake a smile and tried to burrow her pain in Riley's chest. There was no way she was going to let Spike get to her. "Riley is my boyfriend and nothing, not Spike or Drusilla will change that," she thought as she snuggled against Riley. "Who am I kidding?"
* * *
"Go ahead Spike," Drusilla whispered with a devilish grin. "Follow her. I can see it. I can sense it. So go ahead and run after her with your little legs and catch her. Catch your little slayer and tell her sweet things like your sorry."
"I told you, Dru," Spike said coldly, feigning conviction, "I don't have anything for the slayer." His voice began to shake a little. "I couldn't care less about her. I hate her and she hates me."
"Why are you pretending Spike? Acting like you don't feel it. Oh you feel it all right. In fact, I see love in your eyes."
Spike began to get a little angry now. "I told you," he said, his voice rising, "I don't." Spike grabbed Drusilla's hands and held them in his own. "I called you here because I want you Dru. I need you back in my life. This bloody chip has gotten me so weak. I need you in my life again."
Drusilla reached over and gently touched his forehead. "It hurts, doesn't it darling? It's hurting my baby."
"More than you could ever know."
"Oh Spike," she said seductively as she leaned into his embrace.
Spike held his fragile vampiress in his arms. "Wow, this feels so good." he thought. Finally he had someone in his arms. He closed his eyes and stroked her hair. He didn't even realize that while he held Drusilla, he mouth the name "Buffy".