Okay, recap: Spike comes to Sunnydale (he's never been there before), and
falls in love with Buffy, and she is in colloege. He sees her, and they
talk, but she's suspicious of him. He finds the Gem of Amara, making him
able to go in the sunlight. This confuses Buffy even more, and she runs
away from him, so he devises a plan to gain her trust.
Just a Crush-Or is It? by Emily})i({
"And he didn't burst into flame?" Willow asked incredulously.
"Yup. Just stood there all non-dusty. So I was thinking, maybe he's some kind of demon who's not allergic to the sun. But he looks so normal- especially in that totally hot blue shirt he had on today. Wait, what am I saying? Hello, Buffy, demon trying to kill you!"
"But Buffy," Willow said innocently. "What if he's not a demon. What if he's just a slightly-less-than-normal guy who's interested. And knows you're the Slayer. And has been watching you closely for a while now."
"Oh yeah. That's so normal," she said sarcastically. "Well, I guess we'll find out what he is tonight. He said he'd 'see me on patrol, luv,'" she said, using her fingers as quotation marks.
"He called you luv? Aw, how-" she changed her phrase at Buffy's glare. "Demented and perverted. Definitely. Eww. Luv."
"So, what time should we meet for patrol?"
"Uh, about that Buffy. See, I met this girl at the Wicca meeting I went to. She's really nice, her name's Tara. I'm going over to her dorm so we can do a spell."
"Will, that's great that you met a new friend," then Buffy frowned. "But it looks like I'm stuck alone with weird semi-normal Goth guy who we don't know if he's a demon. Great."
"Nine hundred, ninety-nine vamps on a grave, oh, nine hundred ninety nine vamps. Take one down, kick him around, nine hundred ninety eight vamps on a grave," Buffy was out patrolling, and the place was dead- no pun intended.
"Nine hundred ninety eight-" Buffy stopped and sighed. "Why are you here?"
"I didn't know I was that loud. Hey, that singing, is that what you call patrolling?"
"Listen, Spoke-"
"Spike," he corrected.
"Whatever. I don't know what you are, or who you are. But you can bet I'm gonna find out," she said.
"Is that a threat?" he asked.
"Straight up," she said menacingly, with a glare.
Wow, he thought. She can be even scarier than I can. If looks could kill, I'd be dead. In response to his thoughts he took a step back.
"Watch out!" she screamed and leaped forward just as he was picked up and thrown from an attacker behind him. He got up and looked at Buffy, who was fighting two vampires at once. A punch, kick, and stake later she was only fighting one. She gave a swift kick to his chest, throwing him backwards, then leapt on top of him and staked him with one from her back pocket.
"Nice, Slayer," he said, genuinely impressed.
"Yeah, whatever," she said, slightly embarrassed. "You fight?"
"Yeah, I do. Don't get a lot of vamps where I'm from though. Mostly demons."
"Oh," she said understandingly, nodding her head. "But how do you know how to fight? And about-you know," she gestured to the piles of dust.
"Um, that's for later. So, you through here? Or you still gotta patrol?"
"Um, just a graveyard left. Why?" she asked, suspicious.
"No reason," This works out perfect. He thought.
They had been walking for fifteen minutes and no sign of any demons or vampires.
Buffy sighed. "It's been so quiet lately. Normally it's busy at this graveyard." She was trying to make conversation.
"Really?" Spike didn't tell her that was because he had scared off the major demons. He needed to keep her safe, before he could claim her. Where is he? He wondered impatiently. Just then his question was answered.
"Ugh!" Buffy ducked a blow to the head. She tried to retaliate with another punch, but the gigantic, slimy demon easily blocked it and then performed the fatal move, picking up Buffy, and throwing her against a grave with such force that she was knocked out. Spike saw his chance and advanced on the demon, kicking it and punching it mercilessly, until he got the chance to snap his neck. He immediately ran over to Buffy to check on her.
The poor girl was out cold. He checked her pulse; normal. That was good. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to where he had parked his car. After gently laying her in the back seat, he hopped in the driver side and started the engine. Spike didn't think that she needed to go to the hospital, so he headed for her dorm.
He pulled into a parking space and stopped the car, got out and picked her up again. He carried her up the stairs and arrived outside her door with a dilemma.
He hadn't been invited in.
Spike sighed, and carefully laid her on the ground, going with her, sitting and thinking. After a while, he thought of something. It was crazy, but it just might work.
"Buffy," he called soothingly, shaking her shoulders. "Buffy, wake up."
"Wh-what?" Good. She was coming to.
"Hey, pet. Got a question for you,"
"What?" she asked agitatedly. "Oh, oww," she cried softly as his hand accidentally brushed by a cut on her arm.
"Sorry, luv. Can I come in?" he held his breath-well, he didn't have any breath, but he tried to, at least.
"Yeah, wh-whatever. Now let me sleep," she moaned, and closed her eyes again.
"Yes!" he picked her up again and carried her into her room, now unobstructed to the vampire.
He laid her on the bed he guessed to be hers from when he saw into her room, and turned around, noticing a note on the white board stuck to her door:
Buffy-
Got a call from Giles. Turns out there's a new demon in town- a big, slimy one. (Got it already! Spike thought.) I took Tara with me to his place for a research party. Don't worry about it- you've probably had a busy night. See you tomorrow.
-Willow
Good, Spike thought. This is working out better and better. He went to the bed Buffy was on and took off her boots. Then he grabbed the first-aid kit he had found on her desk and began patching her up. She had a nasty cut on her head, and he was glad she was asleep, or she'd be screaming her bloody head off when he cleaned it.
Spike then shifted her to put her covers over her. He considered removing her clothes, but judging from her temper at him just showing up at the graveyard, he decided against it. After he covered her, he looked at her for a minute, taking in her beauty while she was sleeping. He bent down and kissed her softly on the cheek, savoring the smell of her shampoo. He went over and sat in a chair, trying to get comfortable. After a while he fell asleep, thinking of kissing Buffy when she was awake.
To Be Continued . . .
Hey! Hope you liked it! Next chapter's coming up soon. This one was a little longer than the rest. Still looking for a beta. ~Emily})i({
Just a Crush-Or is It? by Emily})i({
"And he didn't burst into flame?" Willow asked incredulously.
"Yup. Just stood there all non-dusty. So I was thinking, maybe he's some kind of demon who's not allergic to the sun. But he looks so normal- especially in that totally hot blue shirt he had on today. Wait, what am I saying? Hello, Buffy, demon trying to kill you!"
"But Buffy," Willow said innocently. "What if he's not a demon. What if he's just a slightly-less-than-normal guy who's interested. And knows you're the Slayer. And has been watching you closely for a while now."
"Oh yeah. That's so normal," she said sarcastically. "Well, I guess we'll find out what he is tonight. He said he'd 'see me on patrol, luv,'" she said, using her fingers as quotation marks.
"He called you luv? Aw, how-" she changed her phrase at Buffy's glare. "Demented and perverted. Definitely. Eww. Luv."
"So, what time should we meet for patrol?"
"Uh, about that Buffy. See, I met this girl at the Wicca meeting I went to. She's really nice, her name's Tara. I'm going over to her dorm so we can do a spell."
"Will, that's great that you met a new friend," then Buffy frowned. "But it looks like I'm stuck alone with weird semi-normal Goth guy who we don't know if he's a demon. Great."
"Nine hundred, ninety-nine vamps on a grave, oh, nine hundred ninety nine vamps. Take one down, kick him around, nine hundred ninety eight vamps on a grave," Buffy was out patrolling, and the place was dead- no pun intended.
"Nine hundred ninety eight-" Buffy stopped and sighed. "Why are you here?"
"I didn't know I was that loud. Hey, that singing, is that what you call patrolling?"
"Listen, Spoke-"
"Spike," he corrected.
"Whatever. I don't know what you are, or who you are. But you can bet I'm gonna find out," she said.
"Is that a threat?" he asked.
"Straight up," she said menacingly, with a glare.
Wow, he thought. She can be even scarier than I can. If looks could kill, I'd be dead. In response to his thoughts he took a step back.
"Watch out!" she screamed and leaped forward just as he was picked up and thrown from an attacker behind him. He got up and looked at Buffy, who was fighting two vampires at once. A punch, kick, and stake later she was only fighting one. She gave a swift kick to his chest, throwing him backwards, then leapt on top of him and staked him with one from her back pocket.
"Nice, Slayer," he said, genuinely impressed.
"Yeah, whatever," she said, slightly embarrassed. "You fight?"
"Yeah, I do. Don't get a lot of vamps where I'm from though. Mostly demons."
"Oh," she said understandingly, nodding her head. "But how do you know how to fight? And about-you know," she gestured to the piles of dust.
"Um, that's for later. So, you through here? Or you still gotta patrol?"
"Um, just a graveyard left. Why?" she asked, suspicious.
"No reason," This works out perfect. He thought.
They had been walking for fifteen minutes and no sign of any demons or vampires.
Buffy sighed. "It's been so quiet lately. Normally it's busy at this graveyard." She was trying to make conversation.
"Really?" Spike didn't tell her that was because he had scared off the major demons. He needed to keep her safe, before he could claim her. Where is he? He wondered impatiently. Just then his question was answered.
"Ugh!" Buffy ducked a blow to the head. She tried to retaliate with another punch, but the gigantic, slimy demon easily blocked it and then performed the fatal move, picking up Buffy, and throwing her against a grave with such force that she was knocked out. Spike saw his chance and advanced on the demon, kicking it and punching it mercilessly, until he got the chance to snap his neck. He immediately ran over to Buffy to check on her.
The poor girl was out cold. He checked her pulse; normal. That was good. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to where he had parked his car. After gently laying her in the back seat, he hopped in the driver side and started the engine. Spike didn't think that she needed to go to the hospital, so he headed for her dorm.
He pulled into a parking space and stopped the car, got out and picked her up again. He carried her up the stairs and arrived outside her door with a dilemma.
He hadn't been invited in.
Spike sighed, and carefully laid her on the ground, going with her, sitting and thinking. After a while, he thought of something. It was crazy, but it just might work.
"Buffy," he called soothingly, shaking her shoulders. "Buffy, wake up."
"Wh-what?" Good. She was coming to.
"Hey, pet. Got a question for you,"
"What?" she asked agitatedly. "Oh, oww," she cried softly as his hand accidentally brushed by a cut on her arm.
"Sorry, luv. Can I come in?" he held his breath-well, he didn't have any breath, but he tried to, at least.
"Yeah, wh-whatever. Now let me sleep," she moaned, and closed her eyes again.
"Yes!" he picked her up again and carried her into her room, now unobstructed to the vampire.
He laid her on the bed he guessed to be hers from when he saw into her room, and turned around, noticing a note on the white board stuck to her door:
Buffy-
Got a call from Giles. Turns out there's a new demon in town- a big, slimy one. (Got it already! Spike thought.) I took Tara with me to his place for a research party. Don't worry about it- you've probably had a busy night. See you tomorrow.
-Willow
Good, Spike thought. This is working out better and better. He went to the bed Buffy was on and took off her boots. Then he grabbed the first-aid kit he had found on her desk and began patching her up. She had a nasty cut on her head, and he was glad she was asleep, or she'd be screaming her bloody head off when he cleaned it.
Spike then shifted her to put her covers over her. He considered removing her clothes, but judging from her temper at him just showing up at the graveyard, he decided against it. After he covered her, he looked at her for a minute, taking in her beauty while she was sleeping. He bent down and kissed her softly on the cheek, savoring the smell of her shampoo. He went over and sat in a chair, trying to get comfortable. After a while he fell asleep, thinking of kissing Buffy when she was awake.
To Be Continued . . .
Hey! Hope you liked it! Next chapter's coming up soon. This one was a little longer than the rest. Still looking for a beta. ~Emily})i({