Title: Twisted Perspectives
Chapter: 5/?
Author: SpikesPet
E-mail: spikes_pet@ameritech.net
Author Archive: http://spikespet.tvheaven.com
Feedback: Fuels the writing machine.
Distribution: No big, just let me know where.
Notes: Many thanks to my betas: Mezzibelle, Wisconsin Square and Barbara Steele. A
nod to all those who gave this story a quick once over…you all know who you are.
Notes2: I don't know exactly how much of this story will be able to be posted to this site.
It all depends on the turns the story takes. Should the rating go above what is
allowed…contact me and I can tell you how to receive updates.
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Dawn stood outside the crypt wondering whether Spike would be up yet as it was still
kind of early. She knocked softly and waited for a response. She was raising her fist to
try a second time when the door swung open.
"Hey, what you doing here?" Spike asked, closing the door behind her.
"Got a question to ask you. We're having a movie night tonight. I stopped by to ask you
to come," Dawn said with a hopeful smile.
"Uh…I dunno, Dawnie."
"Come on, Spike. I haven't seen you in like forever. The whole gang is
coming…please?"
Knowing that her begging and pleading in the screechy voice was coming next, he
relented. "I guess. What time and what do I have to bring?" Spike asked with a sigh.
"Um…after patrol and nothing. Just yourself. Well, I've gotta get back home. I'll see
you tonight," she said, throwing her arms around him. She left with a smile of
accomplishment on her face.
Dawn still wasn't sure what had possessed Buffy to send her to Spike's and beg him to
come over, but she was just happy he was coming.
Spike was relieved that the house would be full of Scoobies. 'Probably won't even have
to say more than hi to her,' he assured himself.
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Buffy, clad in a deep red tank top and leather pants, stood outside of Spike's crypt. It
was nearly sunset. She lit a cigarette and paced back and forth, trying to calm her nerves.
She mentally rehearsed what she wanted to say to the vampire.
The squeak of the door brought her out of her thoughts. "What are you doing, slayer?"
Spike yelled, annoyed at her lurking outside. She dropped her cigarette and crushed it
under her boot. He'd left the door ajar so she walked in.
He turned to face her and she melted. The practiced speech was gone and all she could
do was stare at him and smile.
The sight of the slayer walking in out of the last rays of the sun brought back images of
his dream. Spike quickly turned away afraid that she'd see his embarrassment.
"Ready to patrol?" she asked, wide grin still plastered on her face.
"Yeah, we'll go in a second. I'll just grab some weapons," Spike said, retreating back to
the lower level.
He pocketed a couple of stakes, took a deep breath and went back up the ladder. Buffy
looked out the door. "Sun is set. Lets go."
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After a very silent patrol, Buffy and Spike walked back to her house. From the sounds
inside, everyone was waiting for them. Spike walked ahead of Buffy, looking forward to
getting together with the others. Buffy hung back a bit, not really wanting to give up her
time alone with Spike.
Spike went in the house and everyone turned to look at him. "Where's Buffy?" Willow
asked.
"Right behind me," Spike answered, laying his duster over a chair.
Buffy walked up behind him and asked, "Can I get you something to drink? We have
beer, blood…I think there may be some Jack left."
"Ick. Do you have any tea?"
"Yeah…I think so. I'll make some," she said, heading towards the kitchen.
Spike walked back in the living room and sat on the couch. "So, what are we gonna
watch?"
"Well, Willow picked up Clerks and Dogma. I've never heard of either of them…but she
said they're good," Dawn answered.
"Ok. Sounds good."
Buffy walked back in carrying two cups of tea. She handed one to Spike and set one on
the coffee table. She sat down next to him on the couch. Right next to him. He moved
over a bit. She moved over a bit. He moved over a bit further. She started to close the
distance when he picked up a bowl of popcorn and set it next to him as a shield.
"Sheesh, mind not hogging all the popcorn?" Xander said sarcastically.
"Sorry, here." Spike passed it to him and Buffy edged closer to Spike. He, in turn,
scooted further away.
"Yeah, we sure wouldn't want you to waste away from starvation," Buffy said and then
added, "whelp," under her breath. Spike glared at her and she shrugged.
Anya started the movie and everyone quieted down and shut off the lights. Spike
watched Buffy pull a flask from her jacket pocket and dump some booze into her tea.
She obviously didn't care who noticed, though no one did but him. He rolled his eyes
and tried to focus on the movie.
Xander was the first to break the silence. "Snowball? People don't really do that, do
they?"
Anya perked up. "Yeah, sure they do. I mean, it's not really all that different from me
kissing you after I suck…"
"Anya!" Spike yelled. "Please feel free not to finish that."
Buffy chuckled and took a deep sip from her cup. Spike glared at her.
"Well he asked. I was just…" Anya pouted.
"Rhetorical question, An," Xander explained.
"Oh…how am I supposed to know when you want an answer and when you don't," she
asked.
"Why don't you two love birds talk about this later…movie, hello?" Buffy snarked,
pointing to the screen.
Everyone turned to look at her with shocked expressions. She ignored them and
concentrated on the movie.
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When she thought no one was paying attention, Buffy put her hand on Spike's thigh.
Shocked at her boldness, especially considering there were five other people in the room,
he jumped up. "Can I uh…get anyone anything to drink?"
"Is there any more tea?" Tara asked.
"If not, I'll make some," he said, rushing off toward the kitchen.
"I'd better go make sure he knows where everything is," Buffy said, getting up to follow.
Spike looked up from his place at the stove when Buffy appeared in the doorway. "I've
got it handled. Now go back out there."
She ignored him and stalked across the kitchen towards him. He backed up until the
counter dug into his back. She put on hand on either side of him, preventing escape.
"There is something between us, Spike. I love you and I know you feel something for
me. We'd both be better off if you'd just admit it."
Spike turned away from her and then answered, "You're delusional. Go back out there
and stay on your own side of the couch. There happens to be a houseful of people here. I
don't want to get into this…not now…not ever."
Buffy leaned in closer; her lips brushed his ear when she whispered, "soon." Spike
shivered as the sensation of her proximity washed over him. He wanted to retort with a
'never,' but it wouldn't come. His body was disconnected from his rational thoughts.
Moving of its own accord, his head bent his lips nearly connecting with hers. Buffy
moved to close the gap.
Tara watched in disbelief from the door. 'Buffy is coming on to Spike? And he is trying
to resist?' As she saw Spike's resolve crumble, she cleared her throat, announcing her
presence.
Spike shoved Buffy away in embarrassment. Buffy sighed and stormed out the back
door. She lit a cigarette and paced. Digging in her pocket, she retrieved her flask and
drained it. In frustration, she threw it hard out into the yard; it hit with a dull thud. 'Fuck
it! I don't know why I even try,' she silently ranted. She took a few deep drags on her
cig and watched the smoke she exhaled climb into nothingness. "Because you are the
stupid tosser that fell in love with a vampire," she answered herself out loud.
She didn't notice Xander standing on the other side of the screen door. He opened it and
walked out. "Uh…please tell me that you were referring to Angel," he said.
"What? Oh, bloody hell…no, I wasn't…not that it's any of your business."
"And since when do you smoke?" he asked, his voice rising with emotion.
"Bugger off."
"No, Buffy. You are acting so not like Buffy. And you're talking like Spike! For God's
sake, what is going on? Why are you acting like this? And what is going on between
you and Junior?" he demanded.
"Nothing. I'm not acting any different than usual. And nothing is going on between us.
Like I said, not your concern. I certainly don't need or want your opinion on what I do or
who I love."
Xander eyes widened. "Whoa, whoa…you just said love!"
"What of it? Doesn't matter, he hates me. Now, drop it." Buffy flicked her smoke into
the yard and walked into the house. Xander collapsed onto the step unable to stop
sputtering.
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To Be Continued…
Chapter: 5/?
Author: SpikesPet
E-mail: spikes_pet@ameritech.net
Author Archive: http://spikespet.tvheaven.com
Feedback: Fuels the writing machine.
Distribution: No big, just let me know where.
Notes: Many thanks to my betas: Mezzibelle, Wisconsin Square and Barbara Steele. A
nod to all those who gave this story a quick once over…you all know who you are.
Notes2: I don't know exactly how much of this story will be able to be posted to this site.
It all depends on the turns the story takes. Should the rating go above what is
allowed…contact me and I can tell you how to receive updates.
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Dawn stood outside the crypt wondering whether Spike would be up yet as it was still
kind of early. She knocked softly and waited for a response. She was raising her fist to
try a second time when the door swung open.
"Hey, what you doing here?" Spike asked, closing the door behind her.
"Got a question to ask you. We're having a movie night tonight. I stopped by to ask you
to come," Dawn said with a hopeful smile.
"Uh…I dunno, Dawnie."
"Come on, Spike. I haven't seen you in like forever. The whole gang is
coming…please?"
Knowing that her begging and pleading in the screechy voice was coming next, he
relented. "I guess. What time and what do I have to bring?" Spike asked with a sigh.
"Um…after patrol and nothing. Just yourself. Well, I've gotta get back home. I'll see
you tonight," she said, throwing her arms around him. She left with a smile of
accomplishment on her face.
Dawn still wasn't sure what had possessed Buffy to send her to Spike's and beg him to
come over, but she was just happy he was coming.
Spike was relieved that the house would be full of Scoobies. 'Probably won't even have
to say more than hi to her,' he assured himself.
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Buffy, clad in a deep red tank top and leather pants, stood outside of Spike's crypt. It
was nearly sunset. She lit a cigarette and paced back and forth, trying to calm her nerves.
She mentally rehearsed what she wanted to say to the vampire.
The squeak of the door brought her out of her thoughts. "What are you doing, slayer?"
Spike yelled, annoyed at her lurking outside. She dropped her cigarette and crushed it
under her boot. He'd left the door ajar so she walked in.
He turned to face her and she melted. The practiced speech was gone and all she could
do was stare at him and smile.
The sight of the slayer walking in out of the last rays of the sun brought back images of
his dream. Spike quickly turned away afraid that she'd see his embarrassment.
"Ready to patrol?" she asked, wide grin still plastered on her face.
"Yeah, we'll go in a second. I'll just grab some weapons," Spike said, retreating back to
the lower level.
He pocketed a couple of stakes, took a deep breath and went back up the ladder. Buffy
looked out the door. "Sun is set. Lets go."
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After a very silent patrol, Buffy and Spike walked back to her house. From the sounds
inside, everyone was waiting for them. Spike walked ahead of Buffy, looking forward to
getting together with the others. Buffy hung back a bit, not really wanting to give up her
time alone with Spike.
Spike went in the house and everyone turned to look at him. "Where's Buffy?" Willow
asked.
"Right behind me," Spike answered, laying his duster over a chair.
Buffy walked up behind him and asked, "Can I get you something to drink? We have
beer, blood…I think there may be some Jack left."
"Ick. Do you have any tea?"
"Yeah…I think so. I'll make some," she said, heading towards the kitchen.
Spike walked back in the living room and sat on the couch. "So, what are we gonna
watch?"
"Well, Willow picked up Clerks and Dogma. I've never heard of either of them…but she
said they're good," Dawn answered.
"Ok. Sounds good."
Buffy walked back in carrying two cups of tea. She handed one to Spike and set one on
the coffee table. She sat down next to him on the couch. Right next to him. He moved
over a bit. She moved over a bit. He moved over a bit further. She started to close the
distance when he picked up a bowl of popcorn and set it next to him as a shield.
"Sheesh, mind not hogging all the popcorn?" Xander said sarcastically.
"Sorry, here." Spike passed it to him and Buffy edged closer to Spike. He, in turn,
scooted further away.
"Yeah, we sure wouldn't want you to waste away from starvation," Buffy said and then
added, "whelp," under her breath. Spike glared at her and she shrugged.
Anya started the movie and everyone quieted down and shut off the lights. Spike
watched Buffy pull a flask from her jacket pocket and dump some booze into her tea.
She obviously didn't care who noticed, though no one did but him. He rolled his eyes
and tried to focus on the movie.
Xander was the first to break the silence. "Snowball? People don't really do that, do
they?"
Anya perked up. "Yeah, sure they do. I mean, it's not really all that different from me
kissing you after I suck…"
"Anya!" Spike yelled. "Please feel free not to finish that."
Buffy chuckled and took a deep sip from her cup. Spike glared at her.
"Well he asked. I was just…" Anya pouted.
"Rhetorical question, An," Xander explained.
"Oh…how am I supposed to know when you want an answer and when you don't," she
asked.
"Why don't you two love birds talk about this later…movie, hello?" Buffy snarked,
pointing to the screen.
Everyone turned to look at her with shocked expressions. She ignored them and
concentrated on the movie.
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When she thought no one was paying attention, Buffy put her hand on Spike's thigh.
Shocked at her boldness, especially considering there were five other people in the room,
he jumped up. "Can I uh…get anyone anything to drink?"
"Is there any more tea?" Tara asked.
"If not, I'll make some," he said, rushing off toward the kitchen.
"I'd better go make sure he knows where everything is," Buffy said, getting up to follow.
Spike looked up from his place at the stove when Buffy appeared in the doorway. "I've
got it handled. Now go back out there."
She ignored him and stalked across the kitchen towards him. He backed up until the
counter dug into his back. She put on hand on either side of him, preventing escape.
"There is something between us, Spike. I love you and I know you feel something for
me. We'd both be better off if you'd just admit it."
Spike turned away from her and then answered, "You're delusional. Go back out there
and stay on your own side of the couch. There happens to be a houseful of people here. I
don't want to get into this…not now…not ever."
Buffy leaned in closer; her lips brushed his ear when she whispered, "soon." Spike
shivered as the sensation of her proximity washed over him. He wanted to retort with a
'never,' but it wouldn't come. His body was disconnected from his rational thoughts.
Moving of its own accord, his head bent his lips nearly connecting with hers. Buffy
moved to close the gap.
Tara watched in disbelief from the door. 'Buffy is coming on to Spike? And he is trying
to resist?' As she saw Spike's resolve crumble, she cleared her throat, announcing her
presence.
Spike shoved Buffy away in embarrassment. Buffy sighed and stormed out the back
door. She lit a cigarette and paced. Digging in her pocket, she retrieved her flask and
drained it. In frustration, she threw it hard out into the yard; it hit with a dull thud. 'Fuck
it! I don't know why I even try,' she silently ranted. She took a few deep drags on her
cig and watched the smoke she exhaled climb into nothingness. "Because you are the
stupid tosser that fell in love with a vampire," she answered herself out loud.
She didn't notice Xander standing on the other side of the screen door. He opened it and
walked out. "Uh…please tell me that you were referring to Angel," he said.
"What? Oh, bloody hell…no, I wasn't…not that it's any of your business."
"And since when do you smoke?" he asked, his voice rising with emotion.
"Bugger off."
"No, Buffy. You are acting so not like Buffy. And you're talking like Spike! For God's
sake, what is going on? Why are you acting like this? And what is going on between
you and Junior?" he demanded.
"Nothing. I'm not acting any different than usual. And nothing is going on between us.
Like I said, not your concern. I certainly don't need or want your opinion on what I do or
who I love."
Xander eyes widened. "Whoa, whoa…you just said love!"
"What of it? Doesn't matter, he hates me. Now, drop it." Buffy flicked her smoke into
the yard and walked into the house. Xander collapsed onto the step unable to stop
sputtering.
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To Be Continued…