Title: Hidden Hand
Author: Sita
Summary: [X-over with Cruel Intentions1] A few years after Cruel Intentions and after AsYouWere, Kathryn moves to SunnyD to redeem her reputation some other place besides NY. Little do the SG know what's in store for them, finding out Kathryn's relation to Buffy, Kathryn's love to screw with people like the SG, and relationship-wise could be her worst damage. What will they do? B/S, a little K/S, maybe more
Rating: STRONG R
Spoilers: S6 'Buffy', after "As You Were"; and a few years after "Cruel Intentions 1" Goes AU from there.
Disclaimer: "Cruel Intentions" And "Buffy" belong to well, at least I know Buffy belongs to UPN, ME, and Joss Whedon. As for "Cruel Intentions" whoever owns it, owns it! LOL!
CHAPTER THREE
"The brunette you saw earlier. It wasn't me, Spike," Buffy paused, cringing as visions of what Spike could've done with this so called 'Kathryn' flashed through her mind. "I ran into her tonight."
Spike's blue eye's caught Buffy's sea-green one's as she said this, his eyes widening in surprise at her every word. Yet, when she was done speaking, he collapsed into hysterical laughter. She had to be lying! He couldn't have slept with a stranger....
And, that's when he remembered the girl's kisses. Kisses that were so foreign and un-Buffy-like. It was like kissing somebody else. It HAD been somebody else. And, as quickly as it started, Spike ceased laughing. His expression taking on a look that was anything *but* amusement.
He had thought at the time he had kissed the girl, that the alcohol was the reason her kisses had felt so different. But, now he knew the truth. The girl had manipulated him. HE had been manipulated.
"Spike?" Buffy looked up at him with what looked like concern in her eyes.
But, it COULDN'T be concern, Spike mused. He was, after, an "evil disgusting thing" as she had put it, not too long ago.
"What is it?" She asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. And, she swallowed the giant lump in her throat as she asked, "Did you sleep with her?"
And he looked down, ocean-colored eyes searching the carpet for an object that was not there. And, she knew the answer right then. It was written all over the way he acted. He *had* slept with Kathryn.
Buffy didn't expect that simple fact to hurt her so much. She wasn't supposed to feel like this! It just wasn't supposed to hurt so much. But it did. And, it felt worse than someone giving her a deadly blow to her stomach.
But she looked up at him anyway, a look of nonchalance on her face. She wouldn't let him know how much this hurt her.
"I thought she was you, Buffy." His voice was hoarse as he spoke, and by the look on his face, he felt guilty.
"It wasn't your fault." She said, reacting without thought, and putting her hand on his arm.
He jerked slightly, out of surprise by her reaction. And, she pulled her hand back startled. And, yet again, masking her hurt. Now he didn't even want her to touch him?
"So, is she a demon?" He asked, his eyes reaching hers for a second, before they both looked away from each other. Searching for something else to focus on.
"No. She's human." Buffy said, her voice still quiet.
"Oh." Was all he said before making her way towards the door. "Guess I should get going then, eh?"
"Yeah. I guess." She replied softly, secretly wishing he would stay here with her.
He nodded, not saying a single word as he stepped out the door. And, the cool night greeted him eerily.
Yet, once he was gone, Buffy collapsed on the couch, letting the tears she had been holding back, come. She hadn't thought she had any tears left, but apparently she was wrong. And, she let out a loud sob, wrapping her arms around herself. And again, she asked herself, Why does this hurt so much?
But, what she didn't notice was that a certain bleached-blonde vampire stood outside the window, watching her as she cried. He wished more than anything that he could go in there and hold her. But, he knew he couldn't. Why couldn't she just let him into her life? Admit she had feelings for him? Especially when she was crying over him.
****
The brunette smiled, her bag full of brand-new clothes from the mall, full to the brim. She had even stepped into her new Gucci shoes on her way out of the mall. Could life get any better than this?
"Hey."
Kathryn turned when she heard a voice, someone speaking to her.
"Oh, hi." She said, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously when she realized it was the bleached-blonde she had fucked earlier.
"Manipulative bitch, that you are." He spoke, throwing the cigarette he had been smoking onto the ground, and crushing it with the heel of his boot.
She smirked. "Figured me out then, huh?"
"Just talked to Buffy." He hissed, taking a step towards her, wishing, just for once, the chip would stop working.
"Well." She said. "It was fun while it lasted. I better be going though. I have a date tomorrow and I need my beauty sleep."
"You're not going anywhere," He grabbed her arm, though not harshly, making sure a simple thing like this wouldn't send sparks flying through his brain. "Who the bloody hell are you? And what's it to you, screwing with people's lives like this?"
"Kathryn." She said simple, answering his first question. "And as for the second question-well, it was fun." She shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Guess the girl still didn't want you, huh?"
"Fuck you." He spat. "This is none of your business."
"You're right-it's not." She smirked, starting to walk away.
"Come back here, bitch." He hissed. "Tell me why the hell you did this. Why you bloody fucking hurt Buffy!"
She smiled at him, "I hurt the girl? Even better."
"Fuck you."
"Already did." She smirked, taking a step towards him. "And I wouldn't mind another try," Her lips were barely inches from his as she pulled on the collar of his duster, "If you're up for it, that is."
He pushed her off of him, stepping back, "I'll find out who the hell you are. I'd bloody fucking kill you if I could."
"Oh boo-hoo." She smiled. "It's not my fault Buffy dumped you." She looked him up and down, her eyes now critical. "I could do much better, anyway."
She had gotten to the end of the line, and he viciously vamped out at her, his fangs glistening in the bright white moonlight. She jumped back when she saw this, her hazel eyes growing wide in fright. And, she dropped her bag full of clothes and took of running.
He chased her down the street, fast, following her until she reached a mansion he had never noticed in Sunnydale, which seemed to not be uncommon. And he smirked. He knew where she lived now. And, he vowed to get revenge.
TBC....
AN: Sorry it took so long to update! I'll try to update faster next time! PLEASE REVIEW!
Author: Sita
Summary: [X-over with Cruel Intentions1] A few years after Cruel Intentions and after AsYouWere, Kathryn moves to SunnyD to redeem her reputation some other place besides NY. Little do the SG know what's in store for them, finding out Kathryn's relation to Buffy, Kathryn's love to screw with people like the SG, and relationship-wise could be her worst damage. What will they do? B/S, a little K/S, maybe more
Rating: STRONG R
Spoilers: S6 'Buffy', after "As You Were"; and a few years after "Cruel Intentions 1" Goes AU from there.
Disclaimer: "Cruel Intentions" And "Buffy" belong to well, at least I know Buffy belongs to UPN, ME, and Joss Whedon. As for "Cruel Intentions" whoever owns it, owns it! LOL!
CHAPTER THREE
"The brunette you saw earlier. It wasn't me, Spike," Buffy paused, cringing as visions of what Spike could've done with this so called 'Kathryn' flashed through her mind. "I ran into her tonight."
Spike's blue eye's caught Buffy's sea-green one's as she said this, his eyes widening in surprise at her every word. Yet, when she was done speaking, he collapsed into hysterical laughter. She had to be lying! He couldn't have slept with a stranger....
And, that's when he remembered the girl's kisses. Kisses that were so foreign and un-Buffy-like. It was like kissing somebody else. It HAD been somebody else. And, as quickly as it started, Spike ceased laughing. His expression taking on a look that was anything *but* amusement.
He had thought at the time he had kissed the girl, that the alcohol was the reason her kisses had felt so different. But, now he knew the truth. The girl had manipulated him. HE had been manipulated.
"Spike?" Buffy looked up at him with what looked like concern in her eyes.
But, it COULDN'T be concern, Spike mused. He was, after, an "evil disgusting thing" as she had put it, not too long ago.
"What is it?" She asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. And, she swallowed the giant lump in her throat as she asked, "Did you sleep with her?"
And he looked down, ocean-colored eyes searching the carpet for an object that was not there. And, she knew the answer right then. It was written all over the way he acted. He *had* slept with Kathryn.
Buffy didn't expect that simple fact to hurt her so much. She wasn't supposed to feel like this! It just wasn't supposed to hurt so much. But it did. And, it felt worse than someone giving her a deadly blow to her stomach.
But she looked up at him anyway, a look of nonchalance on her face. She wouldn't let him know how much this hurt her.
"I thought she was you, Buffy." His voice was hoarse as he spoke, and by the look on his face, he felt guilty.
"It wasn't your fault." She said, reacting without thought, and putting her hand on his arm.
He jerked slightly, out of surprise by her reaction. And, she pulled her hand back startled. And, yet again, masking her hurt. Now he didn't even want her to touch him?
"So, is she a demon?" He asked, his eyes reaching hers for a second, before they both looked away from each other. Searching for something else to focus on.
"No. She's human." Buffy said, her voice still quiet.
"Oh." Was all he said before making her way towards the door. "Guess I should get going then, eh?"
"Yeah. I guess." She replied softly, secretly wishing he would stay here with her.
He nodded, not saying a single word as he stepped out the door. And, the cool night greeted him eerily.
Yet, once he was gone, Buffy collapsed on the couch, letting the tears she had been holding back, come. She hadn't thought she had any tears left, but apparently she was wrong. And, she let out a loud sob, wrapping her arms around herself. And again, she asked herself, Why does this hurt so much?
But, what she didn't notice was that a certain bleached-blonde vampire stood outside the window, watching her as she cried. He wished more than anything that he could go in there and hold her. But, he knew he couldn't. Why couldn't she just let him into her life? Admit she had feelings for him? Especially when she was crying over him.
****
The brunette smiled, her bag full of brand-new clothes from the mall, full to the brim. She had even stepped into her new Gucci shoes on her way out of the mall. Could life get any better than this?
"Hey."
Kathryn turned when she heard a voice, someone speaking to her.
"Oh, hi." She said, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously when she realized it was the bleached-blonde she had fucked earlier.
"Manipulative bitch, that you are." He spoke, throwing the cigarette he had been smoking onto the ground, and crushing it with the heel of his boot.
She smirked. "Figured me out then, huh?"
"Just talked to Buffy." He hissed, taking a step towards her, wishing, just for once, the chip would stop working.
"Well." She said. "It was fun while it lasted. I better be going though. I have a date tomorrow and I need my beauty sleep."
"You're not going anywhere," He grabbed her arm, though not harshly, making sure a simple thing like this wouldn't send sparks flying through his brain. "Who the bloody hell are you? And what's it to you, screwing with people's lives like this?"
"Kathryn." She said simple, answering his first question. "And as for the second question-well, it was fun." She shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Guess the girl still didn't want you, huh?"
"Fuck you." He spat. "This is none of your business."
"You're right-it's not." She smirked, starting to walk away.
"Come back here, bitch." He hissed. "Tell me why the hell you did this. Why you bloody fucking hurt Buffy!"
She smiled at him, "I hurt the girl? Even better."
"Fuck you."
"Already did." She smirked, taking a step towards him. "And I wouldn't mind another try," Her lips were barely inches from his as she pulled on the collar of his duster, "If you're up for it, that is."
He pushed her off of him, stepping back, "I'll find out who the hell you are. I'd bloody fucking kill you if I could."
"Oh boo-hoo." She smiled. "It's not my fault Buffy dumped you." She looked him up and down, her eyes now critical. "I could do much better, anyway."
She had gotten to the end of the line, and he viciously vamped out at her, his fangs glistening in the bright white moonlight. She jumped back when she saw this, her hazel eyes growing wide in fright. And, she dropped her bag full of clothes and took of running.
He chased her down the street, fast, following her until she reached a mansion he had never noticed in Sunnydale, which seemed to not be uncommon. And he smirked. He knew where she lived now. And, he vowed to get revenge.
TBC....
AN: Sorry it took so long to update! I'll try to update faster next time! PLEASE REVIEW!