Part 18:
Buffy looked down with disbelief at the page in front of her. The musty old
book that Giles had given her from the library spoke about demons, vampire's,
werewolves, and all sorts of other mystical creatures. But what Buffy didn't
expect was the information she found on William the Bloody. Earlier
conversations came flowing back to her.
* No more lies." Buffy said as she snuggled into Spike's protective embrace.
"No more lies." Spike whispered*
Buffy raised her face to the sky as tears dripped down her face and onto the pages
The ink ran slightly, but Buffy didn't care, she began to sniffle softly,
holding back the sobs that threatened to come.
"Buffy? Slayer?" Spike asked, coming out into the courtyard of the mansion.
"What's wrong?" Spike asked, when he noticed the slayer's glossed over eyes.
Spike fully expected Buffy to rush into his arms, to allow him to comfort her
and protect her. However, the slayer stayed seated, not even looking at Spike.
After a moment of pulling herself together, Buffy looked strait into his eyes.
"When were going to tell me?" Buffy asked.
"What?" Spike asked, is voice slightly breathy in disbelief.
"I have the proof right here. Giles gave me a book. I didn't know how valuable
it's information was."
"Give me that book." Spike commanded, needing to see it, to find some way to
tell her it wasn't true.
"Over my dead body." Buffy ground at. "Though that shouldn't be a problem for
you." Buffy added, moving from her seated position, to standing.
"Buffy, what does it say love? What's going on?"
"William the bloody, known as Spike. Spike has earned his nickname by torturing
his victims with railroad Spike's. Spike has fought two slayer's in the last
century. And, he's killed them both." Buffy read, her voice clear, it's gentle
but angry tone echoing in Spike's ears. "So when we're you going to do it?"
Buffy asked.
"Slayer, you need to listen to me." Spike pleaded, his eyes begging an audience
with her.
"So what? You can reveal your master plan before you drain me!" Buffy screamed
at him.
"I love you!" Spike screamed. Buffy held up a hand, signaling for him to stop
talking. She closed her eyes, not speaking for a moment.
"I hate you." She whispered.
"But you said that you didn't hate people. You said that-" Spike was cut off.
"I have never met someone that I hated. I never believed that it could get
worse. But I hate you. I refuse to live in a world where someone out there is
worse than you." Buffy ground out angrily. "No more lies, remember. But I
didn't realize that the one person that I've felt this way about was lying
right as he said that!"
"If you let me explain…" Spike began.
"Fine." Buffy said.
"Fine?" Spike asked, obviously not expecting that answer.
"Talk to me. Tell me that this is all some terrible mistake. That Spike is just
a nickname because your name is William, and his name is William, and maybe,
this is some horrible mistake." Buffy paused, taking a deep breath. "Tell me!"
She begged.
"I love you. You know me better than anyone in the entire world." Spike said.
"I don't love you. I love the man who wrote poetry, I love the man who held me
close and kissed me so sweetly. I loved the man who covered my floor in rose
petals. The man who I loved, never existed!"
"It is me! I'm that man."
"The man I loved, never existed." Buffy repeated.
"I'm so sorry." Spike whispered, feeling tears welling up in his eyes.
"You think your sorry now, wait and see how sorry you'll be when you realized I
just walked out that door and I'm not coming back." Buffy said, tears flowing
freely down her face. Buffy picked the book off the ground and began running.
Strait past Spike she ran until her sops had grown so violent she couldn't
breathe. The petite slayer found herself in front of the library. Rushing in
she ran passed the swinging library doors and came face to face with Giles, who
was still researching. Giles didn't look up, he just began talking.
"Buffy." He said. "I think I found some information about our mysterious
William the Bloody. It's bad, but…" Giles trailed off when he looked up at Buffy
for the first time. "Good heavens. What's wrong?" Giles asked.
"Spike…" Buffy said. "Spike's a vampire. He'd William the Bloody." Buffy
managed to get out in between sobs, before collapsing into Giles arms. Giles
pulled his slayer close. He held her as she sobbed, her tears falling on his
tweed suit. When Buffy had calmed down Giles took her home. Buffy snuck in her
window and fell asleep quickly, Joyce didn't even notice that Buffy had been
gone, she was already asleep, tired from her trip. Giles climbed out the window
the way he came and headed to find Angel. Spike would die. He wouldn't get a
chance to kill Buffy. He'd hurt her enough already.
Spike lay on a cot in the mansion, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to
think about what to do, what he could have done. ALl those times he could have
told her. Buffy was a unique slayer, she had family and friends, Spike could
have talked to her, she might have been just unique enough to accept him, to
love him. Spike was pulled from his thoughts when a booming voice spoke. Spike
looked up and found himself staring into Mercaptil's, the demon who sent him,
eyes.
"What do you want?" Spike asked, his voice laced in pain.
"I can feel it. The pain. Seeping into your soul. Burning at you. I can make it
stop." Mercaptil said.
"What are you talkin' bout?" Spike asked.
"Your dark goddess. I know you feel responsible for her death. I can bring her
back to you. You don't have a chance with the slayer anyway, it is best this
way. I can bring your love back. I can bring Drucillia back." Mercaptil
promised. Spike closed his eyes, not speaking. Suddenly he spoke the words that
would change everything.
"Do it." He whispered. And it was done.
You are the reason I can't sleep…
Learn the real meaning of those 3 words you used
Don't think that you can come back
I don't love you
Just the image of yourself that you wanted me to see
It doesn't exist
Neither do you in my eyes…
-unknown