Just A Crush-Or Is It? by Emily })i({
Recap: Buffy is in college, and has never met Spike yet. Last chap, Spike is in Sunnydale and has been watching Buffy very closely. You find out he is in love with her.
"So anyway, Riley invited me on a picnic. He's bringing the food, and all I have to do is show up," Buffy rambled to Willow as they sat on her bed in their dorm room.
"Sounds good to me," Willow said reasonably.
"Yeah, me too. It's just . . ." she trailed off.
"Just what? Come on Buffy, you can tell me."
"Well, it's just that- oh, I don't know. It's just that I'm really not looking for anything that involved right now. And if I was, I'm not sure that Riley is the right guy. I mean sure he's great, really great, but, I dunno, I think I'm more into the dangerous type."
"But, Buffy-Riley is great, granted seems very innocent, but still-Oh. I get it. He's not-- you know."
"Not Angel," Buffy finished. "I know its over between us-I just can't help thinking about him. I've gotta move on."
"That's good to hear," a male voice came from outside the open window.
Buffy stared at the pale, beach blonde, black-leather-clad (and hot, she added to herself) man. "Who the hell are you?!"
"Spike's the name. And you're the Slayer-or Buffy."
"How do you know that?" she was clearly startled.
"I know everything about you-well, almost everything. Sorry to hear you don't know about me. But there's time for that. Oh, so you must be Willow, the witch," Willow trembled visibly. "Don't be scared Red, not gonna hurtcha. So, can I come in? We need to talk."
Buffy stared at Spike, or whatever his name was incredulously before letting out "No way in hell."
"Why not?" He was surprised, and the Slayer couldn't believe it.
"Why not? What do you mean why not? You're hanging in a tree outside my window, telling me you know everything about me, and you ask if you can come in? Get a life." She walked over and slammed the window shut, causing the young man to tumble out of the tree.
"OW!" came the muffled reply from the ground.
Buffy opened the window again to call out: "Serves you right."
But Spike didn't give up--just yet anyway. "I'll see you tomorrow on patrol!"
She slammed the window shut once more, then turned around. "Well that was weird."
Spike walked slowly back to the lair, limping slightly in pain. God, how that had hurt. But he wasn't giving up that easy. And he had just thought of another problem: part of his plan was helping Buffy, meaning in areas besides romantic help. He meant to help her in her training and Slaying, but how could he when he had a lair full of vampires at his beck and call? It wouldn't be loyal, he thought. Then, Screw loyal, but I still couldn't turn against what I've built my existence on for a century and a half.
He came near to his home and made up his mind: he would set the most loyal ones free, and kill the fledglings and powerful ones. It was going to be hard, but he would do anything for her : his love, his Slayer: his Buffy.
The next day, Buffy was going to psyche class and was thinking about the mystery man from last night-Spike, or whatever his name was. His name sounds like a vampire's name, she thought. But why would a vamp be coming to her bedroom window instead of meeting her on patrol? Well, Angel had, but that was different. Angel and her were . . . no. She almost laughed thinking about it. No, no way could that be it.
She walked into her class, now concentrating only on whether or not she passed the last test.
To Be Continued . . .
Hey sorry it was so short, but I promise that the next few will be longer. Please review! All reviews will be appreciated. Thanx! ~})i({Emily
Recap: Buffy is in college, and has never met Spike yet. Last chap, Spike is in Sunnydale and has been watching Buffy very closely. You find out he is in love with her.
"So anyway, Riley invited me on a picnic. He's bringing the food, and all I have to do is show up," Buffy rambled to Willow as they sat on her bed in their dorm room.
"Sounds good to me," Willow said reasonably.
"Yeah, me too. It's just . . ." she trailed off.
"Just what? Come on Buffy, you can tell me."
"Well, it's just that- oh, I don't know. It's just that I'm really not looking for anything that involved right now. And if I was, I'm not sure that Riley is the right guy. I mean sure he's great, really great, but, I dunno, I think I'm more into the dangerous type."
"But, Buffy-Riley is great, granted seems very innocent, but still-Oh. I get it. He's not-- you know."
"Not Angel," Buffy finished. "I know its over between us-I just can't help thinking about him. I've gotta move on."
"That's good to hear," a male voice came from outside the open window.
Buffy stared at the pale, beach blonde, black-leather-clad (and hot, she added to herself) man. "Who the hell are you?!"
"Spike's the name. And you're the Slayer-or Buffy."
"How do you know that?" she was clearly startled.
"I know everything about you-well, almost everything. Sorry to hear you don't know about me. But there's time for that. Oh, so you must be Willow, the witch," Willow trembled visibly. "Don't be scared Red, not gonna hurtcha. So, can I come in? We need to talk."
Buffy stared at Spike, or whatever his name was incredulously before letting out "No way in hell."
"Why not?" He was surprised, and the Slayer couldn't believe it.
"Why not? What do you mean why not? You're hanging in a tree outside my window, telling me you know everything about me, and you ask if you can come in? Get a life." She walked over and slammed the window shut, causing the young man to tumble out of the tree.
"OW!" came the muffled reply from the ground.
Buffy opened the window again to call out: "Serves you right."
But Spike didn't give up--just yet anyway. "I'll see you tomorrow on patrol!"
She slammed the window shut once more, then turned around. "Well that was weird."
Spike walked slowly back to the lair, limping slightly in pain. God, how that had hurt. But he wasn't giving up that easy. And he had just thought of another problem: part of his plan was helping Buffy, meaning in areas besides romantic help. He meant to help her in her training and Slaying, but how could he when he had a lair full of vampires at his beck and call? It wouldn't be loyal, he thought. Then, Screw loyal, but I still couldn't turn against what I've built my existence on for a century and a half.
He came near to his home and made up his mind: he would set the most loyal ones free, and kill the fledglings and powerful ones. It was going to be hard, but he would do anything for her : his love, his Slayer: his Buffy.
The next day, Buffy was going to psyche class and was thinking about the mystery man from last night-Spike, or whatever his name was. His name sounds like a vampire's name, she thought. But why would a vamp be coming to her bedroom window instead of meeting her on patrol? Well, Angel had, but that was different. Angel and her were . . . no. She almost laughed thinking about it. No, no way could that be it.
She walked into her class, now concentrating only on whether or not she passed the last test.
To Be Continued . . .
Hey sorry it was so short, but I promise that the next few will be longer. Please review! All reviews will be appreciated. Thanx! ~})i({Emily