Chapter 2.- Packing
Spike didn't know what to do. He had all ready packed for the trip, and now he was just waiting for Buffy to come and get him so that they would leave. But he didn't know exactly when that would be.
Sighing he lay down on the sofa and tried to sleep, but there was no use.
After a moment he reached down and picked up a small, black notebook and a pen and started writing. He hadn't written poetry for real since he'd been turned, but sometimes the urge to write down his deepest thoughts came over him.
And of course, Buffy was the subject of his not very good but very honest writing.
~*~
Buffy found him curled up in the sofa, writing with a very concentrated look on his face, clearly not noticing her arrival.
Quietly she sneaked up behind him and tried to get a look of what he was writing. She had time to see the word 'beautiful' before Spike snapped the book shut.
"Have you ever heard that it's not very polite to read other people's thoughts?" he said grumble-y, and to Buffy's surprise he looked like he was blushing. She didn't even know if vampires COULD blush.
"Well, I wasn't reading you're thoughts, I was reading what you'd written, there's a difference," she joked.
He rolled his eyes.
"It's a joke," he said. "It was about fifty years ago in London, and. You really need to have been there to get it."
Buffy smiled and sat down next to him.
"So, what are you writing?" she asked curiously, quite surprised to see him do such a thing.
Spike looked uncomfortably at the ground.
"'S nothin'. Just a list off stuff I need to take with me to Sweden," he lied, and Buffy could clearly see it.
"All right. If it's such an unimportant thing, why can't I read it then?" she asked, knowing that he wouldn't have a good argument for refusing her request.
He definitely blushed now.
"No! I mean, no that's not a good idea. It's very uninteresting and. Well, you'd be bored."
She smiled at him.
"I think I'll live," she said and took the book from him before he had time to stop her.
What she saw really shocked her.
"It's beautiful. "she whispered as she read the short poem that was about someone that Spike obviously loved very much. After a moment Buffy realized that it was about her.
Spike was now looking at her with an expression that was a mix between curiosity, hope and fear.
"It's not finished yet," he mumbled insecurely. "Nobody was supposed to read it, so."
"Read it to me," Buffy said to him. When he looked at her with shocked eyes she smiled. "I want to hear it out loud. It's really beautiful."
Spike smiled a little back, before swallowing hard. When he started reading it he did it so quietly that Buffy could barely make out the words.
"Beautiful rays of sunshine Never will their light touch my skin again
Beautiful sunrises Never will I see them again
Beautiful green eyes No matter what they will always be there when I close my eyes
Beautiful laughter The sound will always ring in my ears
Even when everything else is gone"
When he had stopped, he looked away embarrassed. But then he felt two warm hands take his cold ones, and he looked back at her.
She had tears in her eyes and she was smiling softly.
"No one has ever done something like that for me before," she whispered. "Thank you."
He smiled, no longer afraid that she would laugh at his insecure attempt of poetry.
"You're welcome," he said. And when he closed his eyes it was not to hide his tears or embarrassment, it was to make the most of the kiss she gave him.
Suddenly his un-life wasn't that bad anymore.
~*~
Xander sighed and knocked on the door.
He knocked again. No answer.
"Where are they?" he said to himself, before slowly opening the door and walking into the crypt.
"Hello!" he called out, but there wasn't any sound that indicated that there was someone in there.
"This is just great," he thought. "I must've missed them."
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, his eyes caught sight of something on the sofa. The thing was moving.
After a moment he realized that it wasn't a thing, it was two people. And they where sleeping, holding each other.
"Oh my god!" he cried. "I can't believe I'm seeing this!"
The loud sound of his voice woke the blond vampire up, and he raised his head to see who'd had the courage to walk into his crypt when he finally had Buffy in his arms again. The fact that it was Xander didn't please him much.
"What do ya' want?" he said sleepily, aware of the fact that the mans face had turned red by anger. "Come to insult me again?"
Seconds later he was dragged off the sofa by two strong arms and thrown into the wall. Fortunately, Xander was strong, but not strong enough to be able to cause any serious damage to the vampire. But the loud thump! that the collision made woke up the Slayer.
"Xander!" she cried out. "What the hell are you doing?"
Xander was unbelievingly angry, but he didn't want to do anything that would make him and Buffy start fighting. So he just stood there hitting in the air with his fist in frustration.
"How the hell I could do this? I'm not the one sleeping with a vampire, again!" he spit out. "I thought you said you would never be together with him again, that you could never trust him enough for that."
Buffy looked at him in disbelief.
"First of all, I did not sleep with Spike. Not in the way you mean at least. We just slept on the same sofa. And second, you can't decide whom I'm allowed to have a relationship with. And I said that about not being with Spike again before he came back, just after that Willow had left to England, and I was very upset. And he has changed a lot since then."
Xander was just about to say something, but he was interrupted by a polite voice speaking with an English accent.
"I don't want to end you're sweet little discussion here, pet. But weren't we supposed to go to the airport and leave for Sweden. 'Cus from what I've heard, that was kind of important."
Buffy looked guiltily at Xander.
"I promised Giles I would meet him at 7 p.m.," she stopped to look at her watch. "Yay, I'm only two hours late."
Xander was still angry and he gave Spike a spiteful look.
"That's why I'm here. I where going to get the two of you," he said.
Buffy tried to lighten the tension in the crypt with a smile, but it didn't work very well, much do to Xander's obvious want of keeping the fight going.
"All right then, lets go," she finally said, grabbing one of Spike's bags and walking out of the crypt, soon followed by a bruised vampire and an angry Xander.
Giles paced back and forth in the magic shop. He could feel Anya's annoyed eyes follow his movements.
"They aren't coming, Giles," she said.
He sighed and sat down on a chair.
"Of course they are coming. They just got held up somewhere," he said, even though he wasn't that sure if he believed it himself.
The vengeance demon rolled her eyes and went back to counting her money. She seemed to be thinking about something very seriously, and soon Giles curiosity got the better of him.
"Anya, what's wrong?"
She sighed and stopped counting.
"I was just thinking. None of you really need me in Sweden, do you? I know I said I would go with you, but I feel like there is no reason."
"We can't force you to come," Giles said slowly. "But you're demon powers might come in handy."
She nodded and started putting all of the money in an envelope. Giles was just about to say something more when Buffy came in shortly followed by Xander and Spike.
"Giles, I'm so sorry! I was going to be here in time, but I. I got held up," she said guiltily.
Xander made a strange noise, and Giles could see that there was something Buffy wasn't telling him. Then he saw the almost faded bruises on Spike's arms.
"What happened? Where you attacked?"
Buffy and Spike exchanged looks and then both of them looked down at the floor. Xander rolled his eyes and walked again to get something from his car.
Giles saw the look on Spike and Buffy's faces, and that gave him a hint about what had happened, and he decided to drop the subject.
"At least you're here now. You all ready to go?" he said.
Buffy nodded and picked up her cell phone from her purse.
"Yes, I'm just going to call Dawn and see if she's finished packing.
~*~
An hour later Giles, Buffy, Dawn and Spike sat in Giles car on their way to the airport. They could see Xander's car ahead of them, where Willow and Anya also sat. They where all feeling quite depressed over the fact that they had to leave Sunnydale, but most of them where at the same time excited that they where going to see a new country.
"Spike, when where you in Sweden?" Dawn asked curiously, breaking the silence.
"Ehm, I think it was about forty years ago. Me and Dru had a great time, feeding of the locals," he said, drifting away in what he would have thought of as happy memories a year ago, but they were now covered in guilt.
Buffy could see his troubled expression, and decided to change the subject.
"Hey, Giles. Where are we going to live? You talked about hotel rooms before, right?"
Her former watcher seemed to be deep in thought, and he barely even noticed her speaking.
"What?" he asked confused.
Buffy sighed. This trip was SO not going to be fun.
"Nothing," she mumbled, and Giles went back to his thoughts, just as Spike.
The car was silent again.
TBC
Spike didn't know what to do. He had all ready packed for the trip, and now he was just waiting for Buffy to come and get him so that they would leave. But he didn't know exactly when that would be.
Sighing he lay down on the sofa and tried to sleep, but there was no use.
After a moment he reached down and picked up a small, black notebook and a pen and started writing. He hadn't written poetry for real since he'd been turned, but sometimes the urge to write down his deepest thoughts came over him.
And of course, Buffy was the subject of his not very good but very honest writing.
~*~
Buffy found him curled up in the sofa, writing with a very concentrated look on his face, clearly not noticing her arrival.
Quietly she sneaked up behind him and tried to get a look of what he was writing. She had time to see the word 'beautiful' before Spike snapped the book shut.
"Have you ever heard that it's not very polite to read other people's thoughts?" he said grumble-y, and to Buffy's surprise he looked like he was blushing. She didn't even know if vampires COULD blush.
"Well, I wasn't reading you're thoughts, I was reading what you'd written, there's a difference," she joked.
He rolled his eyes.
"It's a joke," he said. "It was about fifty years ago in London, and. You really need to have been there to get it."
Buffy smiled and sat down next to him.
"So, what are you writing?" she asked curiously, quite surprised to see him do such a thing.
Spike looked uncomfortably at the ground.
"'S nothin'. Just a list off stuff I need to take with me to Sweden," he lied, and Buffy could clearly see it.
"All right. If it's such an unimportant thing, why can't I read it then?" she asked, knowing that he wouldn't have a good argument for refusing her request.
He definitely blushed now.
"No! I mean, no that's not a good idea. It's very uninteresting and. Well, you'd be bored."
She smiled at him.
"I think I'll live," she said and took the book from him before he had time to stop her.
What she saw really shocked her.
"It's beautiful. "she whispered as she read the short poem that was about someone that Spike obviously loved very much. After a moment Buffy realized that it was about her.
Spike was now looking at her with an expression that was a mix between curiosity, hope and fear.
"It's not finished yet," he mumbled insecurely. "Nobody was supposed to read it, so."
"Read it to me," Buffy said to him. When he looked at her with shocked eyes she smiled. "I want to hear it out loud. It's really beautiful."
Spike smiled a little back, before swallowing hard. When he started reading it he did it so quietly that Buffy could barely make out the words.
"Beautiful rays of sunshine Never will their light touch my skin again
Beautiful sunrises Never will I see them again
Beautiful green eyes No matter what they will always be there when I close my eyes
Beautiful laughter The sound will always ring in my ears
Even when everything else is gone"
When he had stopped, he looked away embarrassed. But then he felt two warm hands take his cold ones, and he looked back at her.
She had tears in her eyes and she was smiling softly.
"No one has ever done something like that for me before," she whispered. "Thank you."
He smiled, no longer afraid that she would laugh at his insecure attempt of poetry.
"You're welcome," he said. And when he closed his eyes it was not to hide his tears or embarrassment, it was to make the most of the kiss she gave him.
Suddenly his un-life wasn't that bad anymore.
~*~
Xander sighed and knocked on the door.
He knocked again. No answer.
"Where are they?" he said to himself, before slowly opening the door and walking into the crypt.
"Hello!" he called out, but there wasn't any sound that indicated that there was someone in there.
"This is just great," he thought. "I must've missed them."
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, his eyes caught sight of something on the sofa. The thing was moving.
After a moment he realized that it wasn't a thing, it was two people. And they where sleeping, holding each other.
"Oh my god!" he cried. "I can't believe I'm seeing this!"
The loud sound of his voice woke the blond vampire up, and he raised his head to see who'd had the courage to walk into his crypt when he finally had Buffy in his arms again. The fact that it was Xander didn't please him much.
"What do ya' want?" he said sleepily, aware of the fact that the mans face had turned red by anger. "Come to insult me again?"
Seconds later he was dragged off the sofa by two strong arms and thrown into the wall. Fortunately, Xander was strong, but not strong enough to be able to cause any serious damage to the vampire. But the loud thump! that the collision made woke up the Slayer.
"Xander!" she cried out. "What the hell are you doing?"
Xander was unbelievingly angry, but he didn't want to do anything that would make him and Buffy start fighting. So he just stood there hitting in the air with his fist in frustration.
"How the hell I could do this? I'm not the one sleeping with a vampire, again!" he spit out. "I thought you said you would never be together with him again, that you could never trust him enough for that."
Buffy looked at him in disbelief.
"First of all, I did not sleep with Spike. Not in the way you mean at least. We just slept on the same sofa. And second, you can't decide whom I'm allowed to have a relationship with. And I said that about not being with Spike again before he came back, just after that Willow had left to England, and I was very upset. And he has changed a lot since then."
Xander was just about to say something, but he was interrupted by a polite voice speaking with an English accent.
"I don't want to end you're sweet little discussion here, pet. But weren't we supposed to go to the airport and leave for Sweden. 'Cus from what I've heard, that was kind of important."
Buffy looked guiltily at Xander.
"I promised Giles I would meet him at 7 p.m.," she stopped to look at her watch. "Yay, I'm only two hours late."
Xander was still angry and he gave Spike a spiteful look.
"That's why I'm here. I where going to get the two of you," he said.
Buffy tried to lighten the tension in the crypt with a smile, but it didn't work very well, much do to Xander's obvious want of keeping the fight going.
"All right then, lets go," she finally said, grabbing one of Spike's bags and walking out of the crypt, soon followed by a bruised vampire and an angry Xander.
Giles paced back and forth in the magic shop. He could feel Anya's annoyed eyes follow his movements.
"They aren't coming, Giles," she said.
He sighed and sat down on a chair.
"Of course they are coming. They just got held up somewhere," he said, even though he wasn't that sure if he believed it himself.
The vengeance demon rolled her eyes and went back to counting her money. She seemed to be thinking about something very seriously, and soon Giles curiosity got the better of him.
"Anya, what's wrong?"
She sighed and stopped counting.
"I was just thinking. None of you really need me in Sweden, do you? I know I said I would go with you, but I feel like there is no reason."
"We can't force you to come," Giles said slowly. "But you're demon powers might come in handy."
She nodded and started putting all of the money in an envelope. Giles was just about to say something more when Buffy came in shortly followed by Xander and Spike.
"Giles, I'm so sorry! I was going to be here in time, but I. I got held up," she said guiltily.
Xander made a strange noise, and Giles could see that there was something Buffy wasn't telling him. Then he saw the almost faded bruises on Spike's arms.
"What happened? Where you attacked?"
Buffy and Spike exchanged looks and then both of them looked down at the floor. Xander rolled his eyes and walked again to get something from his car.
Giles saw the look on Spike and Buffy's faces, and that gave him a hint about what had happened, and he decided to drop the subject.
"At least you're here now. You all ready to go?" he said.
Buffy nodded and picked up her cell phone from her purse.
"Yes, I'm just going to call Dawn and see if she's finished packing.
~*~
An hour later Giles, Buffy, Dawn and Spike sat in Giles car on their way to the airport. They could see Xander's car ahead of them, where Willow and Anya also sat. They where all feeling quite depressed over the fact that they had to leave Sunnydale, but most of them where at the same time excited that they where going to see a new country.
"Spike, when where you in Sweden?" Dawn asked curiously, breaking the silence.
"Ehm, I think it was about forty years ago. Me and Dru had a great time, feeding of the locals," he said, drifting away in what he would have thought of as happy memories a year ago, but they were now covered in guilt.
Buffy could see his troubled expression, and decided to change the subject.
"Hey, Giles. Where are we going to live? You talked about hotel rooms before, right?"
Her former watcher seemed to be deep in thought, and he barely even noticed her speaking.
"What?" he asked confused.
Buffy sighed. This trip was SO not going to be fun.
"Nothing," she mumbled, and Giles went back to his thoughts, just as Spike.
The car was silent again.
TBC