Chapter 26
"Is it weird, Drusilla being gone, when you could have gotten her back?" Buffy asked Spike. The pair were laying on the Slayer's bed. They had gone to Buffy's house and simply lay next to one another, holding each other in a protective embrace. The sun had begun to rise, signalling the time when Buffy would have to return to school. However, for now Buffy and Spike just enjoyed the feeling of being close after so long apart.
"It's not that weird. I mean, she was gone already, I knew it could never last," The vampire explained.
"Spike…" Buffy began however he cut her off.
"Will we ever be OK?" Spike asked.
"Huh?" The slayer asked in response to Spike's question, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"I mean do you think that you'll ever forgive me for lying, you'll ever forget all I've done?"
"No," The slayer replied simply. At Spike's hurt look Buffy clarified, "I mean, I don't want to forget. Everything that's happened between us has led us to this. This point of perfect happiness, and I feel so happy being with you." Spike simply smiled at the slayer's comment, too content to speak. After a moment he gathered his thoughts.
"I'm going to tell you something, and you're probably going to hate me afterwards," The vampire said.
"What?" The petite slayer asked curious about what Spike had to say.
"I just mean, I'm going to tell you something wonderful, and afterwards, one can only assume that something terrible will happen. And then you'll say I've jinxed you," Spike explained, almost cringing when he realized that he'd just said the word 'jinxed.' When did he ever lower himself to speaking the way the slayer might? Spike mused silently.
"Tell me," Buffy commanded softly, running a hand through Spike's bleached hair. He hesitated for only a moment before speaking.
"I can't imagine being happier than I am at this moment, and I feel that if for the rest of eternity all we did was lay in this bed, just being near one another, things would be perfect. Things are already perfect," Spike said, smiling shyly at the slayer. However, before Buffy had a chance to respond to Spike, the vampire was proven correct in his fears as the bedroom door to Buffy's room opened and Joyce stood, her bathrobe still on, a scowl on her face. Behind her stood Principal Snyder, and a police officer.
"Spike," Buffy whispered nervously.
"Yes love?" Spike replied.
"Never talk again," The slayer commanded.
"Yeah…thought so…."
And think not you can
Direct the course of love,
For love,
If it finds you worthy,
Directs your course.
~ by Gibran Kahlil Gibran ~