Spike paced back and forth in his crypt.
'Time? She needs more time?'
He smashed his fist into the wall, bloodying the knuckles and drawing a wry chuckle from his lips. He was acting like he had when he first found out that Buffy had come back from the grave . . . but this time it was -him- that had come back.
'Fine! I've got all the soddin' time in the world!'
He brought his bloody fist up to his mouth and sucked on it, plopping down on the chair in front of his small black and white television. He grabbed the remote next to him and turned the T.V on, flipping the channels until he found something he suitable. Spike relaxed, slumping down into the chair, enjoying the salty metallic taste of the blood (-his- blood, he noted without revulsion).
Spike found himself growing increasingly tired; he had been up all night and most of the morning, thinking. His eyes drooped sleepily, his body weary but his mind still going at a mile a minute.
'I wish she didn't have to find out about my return . . . that way. I mean, I had it all planned out!'
He grinned.
'But then again, when do my plans -ever- go the way I want? I remember Drusilla, and my plan to get her back . . . yeah, that worked real well . . . for about two weeks. Then she saw some other demon that caught her eye, and . . . at least I was doing something heroic. Savin' her life and all. Imagine if she'd caught me doing anything that could be construed as 'bad'! She'd probably have beat me to death, or stake me . . . or worse.'
Spike thought about these things for a long time until, finally, he fell into an uneasy sleep.
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Buffy walked over to the crypt slowly, unsure of her self.
'Is this right? What I'm thinking of doing . . . going to do, is it too soon? I mean, I just found out he's back in Sunnydale -yesterday- . . . and the conversation we had was kinda less than comfortable, to put it lightly. Can I handle doing that again . . . being with him? All of those memories . . . but . . . he's hiding something. Something -really- big; and who knows what he's been up to for the past . . . months? He could have been doing anything! I mean, what if he got the chip out?'
She froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She shook the feeling off, however, and kept trudging onward.
'No . . . if he had gotten the chip out, he wouldn't have been helping me . . . I don't think.
Buffy sped up her pace, dread settling deep in her chest.
'I'd better find out what he's up to.'
She reached the crypt's dusty concrete door and kicked it in, quickly entering Spike's abode. Buffy whipped her head back and forth, looking for the blonde vampire.
"Spike? Spike, where are you? We need to have a little chat!"
Buffy moved from the entrance, making her way around the crypt. She was starting to panic when she noticed the still slumbering vampire in the chair beside her. Despite her current state of mind, she found herself smiling.
"Oh for God's sake . . . Spike! Wake up!"
She shook his limp form, and he weakly batted at her with his hands.
"Don't . . . want . . . go 'way."
Buffy took his shoulders in her hands, shaking him harder. He finally opened his eyes and looked up at her with alarm, pulling her hands away from him.
"Watch it, Slayer! You could give a bloke whiplash."
He looked up at her warily.
"What do you want, pet? I figure you didn't come here to tell me that you trust me now? 'Cause when you say a -lot- of time . . ."
"I want to know, Spike."
"Know what?"
"What are you keeping from me?"
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To be continued . . .
'Time? She needs more time?'
He smashed his fist into the wall, bloodying the knuckles and drawing a wry chuckle from his lips. He was acting like he had when he first found out that Buffy had come back from the grave . . . but this time it was -him- that had come back.
'Fine! I've got all the soddin' time in the world!'
He brought his bloody fist up to his mouth and sucked on it, plopping down on the chair in front of his small black and white television. He grabbed the remote next to him and turned the T.V on, flipping the channels until he found something he suitable. Spike relaxed, slumping down into the chair, enjoying the salty metallic taste of the blood (-his- blood, he noted without revulsion).
Spike found himself growing increasingly tired; he had been up all night and most of the morning, thinking. His eyes drooped sleepily, his body weary but his mind still going at a mile a minute.
'I wish she didn't have to find out about my return . . . that way. I mean, I had it all planned out!'
He grinned.
'But then again, when do my plans -ever- go the way I want? I remember Drusilla, and my plan to get her back . . . yeah, that worked real well . . . for about two weeks. Then she saw some other demon that caught her eye, and . . . at least I was doing something heroic. Savin' her life and all. Imagine if she'd caught me doing anything that could be construed as 'bad'! She'd probably have beat me to death, or stake me . . . or worse.'
Spike thought about these things for a long time until, finally, he fell into an uneasy sleep.
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Buffy walked over to the crypt slowly, unsure of her self.
'Is this right? What I'm thinking of doing . . . going to do, is it too soon? I mean, I just found out he's back in Sunnydale -yesterday- . . . and the conversation we had was kinda less than comfortable, to put it lightly. Can I handle doing that again . . . being with him? All of those memories . . . but . . . he's hiding something. Something -really- big; and who knows what he's been up to for the past . . . months? He could have been doing anything! I mean, what if he got the chip out?'
She froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She shook the feeling off, however, and kept trudging onward.
'No . . . if he had gotten the chip out, he wouldn't have been helping me . . . I don't think.
Buffy sped up her pace, dread settling deep in her chest.
'I'd better find out what he's up to.'
She reached the crypt's dusty concrete door and kicked it in, quickly entering Spike's abode. Buffy whipped her head back and forth, looking for the blonde vampire.
"Spike? Spike, where are you? We need to have a little chat!"
Buffy moved from the entrance, making her way around the crypt. She was starting to panic when she noticed the still slumbering vampire in the chair beside her. Despite her current state of mind, she found herself smiling.
"Oh for God's sake . . . Spike! Wake up!"
She shook his limp form, and he weakly batted at her with his hands.
"Don't . . . want . . . go 'way."
Buffy took his shoulders in her hands, shaking him harder. He finally opened his eyes and looked up at her with alarm, pulling her hands away from him.
"Watch it, Slayer! You could give a bloke whiplash."
He looked up at her warily.
"What do you want, pet? I figure you didn't come here to tell me that you trust me now? 'Cause when you say a -lot- of time . . ."
"I want to know, Spike."
"Know what?"
"What are you keeping from me?"
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To be continued . . .