The Big Bad
Author: Trinity
Rating: PG-PG-13
Disclaimer: Yes, I own them, I am the rich multi-billionaire producer of Buffy.oh come on you know I they're not mine!
Authors' Notes: I know the other two chapters weren't really all that much Buffy/Spike related, so here's one for ya. Enjoy and review please!
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Spike had left shortly after their talk but it was only five thirty when the gang finally dispersed and went their separate ways to sleep.
Buffy fell asleep at the crack of dawn, stumbling through the house as quietly as she could without waking Dawn. It had been a long night. It was hard to think of it as one night actually, since so much had happened. Her brain still hadn't registered anything.
As much as Buffy wanted to sleep though, she found her self waking up as the sunrays hit her pillow. She groaned, realizing that she had only slept two or three hours, and with fitful dreams to boot. She tossed and turned, mulling the events of last night in her head.
Spike was back. The whole complete package too. He was.evil again. Buffy didn't know what to do. She knew that as the Slayer, she had to slay Spike. There was no reason for him to stay alive. He wasn't defenseless, he didn't have a soul. But.over the years, she had gotten used to the vampire with his cocky ways and swaggering, British voice.
She had to admit that she cared for him, somewhere.deep down, and true, she had always thought he was hot and all. Who wouldn't? But she couldn't not slay him because of that. A little annoying voice peeped in her head. How did she know she could slay him? What if.he had killed two other slayers, what if she never saw his real strength?
And what to tell the gang? She hadn't told them yesterday, she couldn't. Xander and Giles would have gone out that night and tried to slay him if she told them. They never liked Spike.
Buffy groaned, and climbed out of bed. There was nothing she could do, not until night. For now, she'd have to just put on a face, and act like nothing has happened. She wasn't going to tell them yet.
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*Last night, five AM *
Spike was back with a vengeance. After not drinking real, human blood for such a long time, he ravaged the town. Now, he was back in his crypt, sleeping the day away, and not dreaming dreams.
*--------------------------* *Present time*
It was finally night. Buffy had told the others that she wanted to patrol alone. So here she was, armed with about six stakes, walking towards Spike's crypt. She stood before it, hesitating, still not knowing what to do. The last time she had talked to the 'Big Bad' was a while ago.
Softly, she opened the door to the crypt, not wanting to wake the vampire up. Creeping silently in and closing the door behind her, she spotted Spike. He was lying on the stone sarcophagus, shirt off, hands by his side. She breathed a sigh of relief, she wasn't sure if he'd be awake or not by now. She walked over to him, watching him. Spike looked different, his skin, was less pale, he looked stronger. He had been feeding. Buffy swallowed.
Spike's eyes snapped open and he jumped up, and then relaxed when he saw who it was.
"Cor, Slayer,' He stood up, pulling on his shirt. "You know, you'd think that after all this time, you'd learn to KNOCK when you come into someone's crypt."
Buffy was a little bewildered, she thought that he'd change more, but nope, he was still the same, cocky Spike, or at least, he was by the way he spoke.
"Sorry, that only applies to people!" She snapped back. They glared at each other, and then Spike lit a fag, and sat back down on to the sarcophagus, swinging his legs back and forth.
"So, what d'ya want love?" Buffy took a deep breath,
"You realize that I have to slay you right? Slayer-duty calls." Spike deadpanned.
"This is what you came all the way here to talk to me about? Bloody slayege?" He jumped to off his seat and sauntered over to her. She stepped back. The vampire eyed her, and Buffy squirmed.
"What, you're afraid of me now? You know, you're bloody confident of yourself there. What makes you think that you can slay me? I've killed slayers you know." He pointed a finger at her, cigarette dangling from two fingers. He was echoing her thoughts. Buffy looked uncomfortable, and Spike stepped even closer to her, staring her in the eye. "You like it don't you?" He smirked, "That I'm evil again and powerful?"
"What?"
"Come on, you have to admit it, you've always been attracted to me." Buffy was frazzled. What was wrong with her? Why won't she hit him?
"Spike, don't start this again, you're a demon."
"You know, just because I don't have the chip, doesn't mean that I'm a whole different vampire. The chip didn't change my personality, I was still Spike, and you cared for me Buffy!" She drew in a sharp breath; he never called her by her real name.
"Fine, I'll admit, maybe I did care for you.a little, but you're evil now! Spike you killed people last night!" Buffy grabbed her stake out of her back pocket and shrugged out of her coat. Spike eyed the stake as she lunged for him. Spike ducked out of the way.
"Oooh, Slayer, losing our touch are we?" They swapped punches and kicks. Buffy grunted as Spike through her across the room and she hit the wall. They fought, planting large bruises on one another. He slipped into game face, which made her hit him all the more. He slipped his human features back on after he realized that he'd morphed.
"Come on, Slayer, don't you want to dance?" Buffy shook her head at him; he could change moods as fast as he could change faces!
"Are seriously going to use that line on me? Again?" Spike shrugged,
"You can't blame a guy for trying." They didn't pause in fighting. Suddenly, Buffy got the upper hand and pushed the vampire in to the wall.
"Give up yet?" she asked him. He smirked.
Then kissed her.
Buffy's brain went over time as she tried to figure out what was going on. A part of her brain wanted to push away. The other part said: Spike's a good kisser. Against her will, she melted into the kiss. The sensation of his cool mouth on hers was unbelievable. She didn't want the kiss to stop..until she came to her senses and pulled away.
Spike, of course, grinned, all the more arrogant.
"Couldn't resist me, eh, pet?"
Author: Trinity
Rating: PG-PG-13
Disclaimer: Yes, I own them, I am the rich multi-billionaire producer of Buffy.oh come on you know I they're not mine!
Authors' Notes: I know the other two chapters weren't really all that much Buffy/Spike related, so here's one for ya. Enjoy and review please!
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Spike had left shortly after their talk but it was only five thirty when the gang finally dispersed and went their separate ways to sleep.
Buffy fell asleep at the crack of dawn, stumbling through the house as quietly as she could without waking Dawn. It had been a long night. It was hard to think of it as one night actually, since so much had happened. Her brain still hadn't registered anything.
As much as Buffy wanted to sleep though, she found her self waking up as the sunrays hit her pillow. She groaned, realizing that she had only slept two or three hours, and with fitful dreams to boot. She tossed and turned, mulling the events of last night in her head.
Spike was back. The whole complete package too. He was.evil again. Buffy didn't know what to do. She knew that as the Slayer, she had to slay Spike. There was no reason for him to stay alive. He wasn't defenseless, he didn't have a soul. But.over the years, she had gotten used to the vampire with his cocky ways and swaggering, British voice.
She had to admit that she cared for him, somewhere.deep down, and true, she had always thought he was hot and all. Who wouldn't? But she couldn't not slay him because of that. A little annoying voice peeped in her head. How did she know she could slay him? What if.he had killed two other slayers, what if she never saw his real strength?
And what to tell the gang? She hadn't told them yesterday, she couldn't. Xander and Giles would have gone out that night and tried to slay him if she told them. They never liked Spike.
Buffy groaned, and climbed out of bed. There was nothing she could do, not until night. For now, she'd have to just put on a face, and act like nothing has happened. She wasn't going to tell them yet.
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*Last night, five AM *
Spike was back with a vengeance. After not drinking real, human blood for such a long time, he ravaged the town. Now, he was back in his crypt, sleeping the day away, and not dreaming dreams.
*--------------------------* *Present time*
It was finally night. Buffy had told the others that she wanted to patrol alone. So here she was, armed with about six stakes, walking towards Spike's crypt. She stood before it, hesitating, still not knowing what to do. The last time she had talked to the 'Big Bad' was a while ago.
Softly, she opened the door to the crypt, not wanting to wake the vampire up. Creeping silently in and closing the door behind her, she spotted Spike. He was lying on the stone sarcophagus, shirt off, hands by his side. She breathed a sigh of relief, she wasn't sure if he'd be awake or not by now. She walked over to him, watching him. Spike looked different, his skin, was less pale, he looked stronger. He had been feeding. Buffy swallowed.
Spike's eyes snapped open and he jumped up, and then relaxed when he saw who it was.
"Cor, Slayer,' He stood up, pulling on his shirt. "You know, you'd think that after all this time, you'd learn to KNOCK when you come into someone's crypt."
Buffy was a little bewildered, she thought that he'd change more, but nope, he was still the same, cocky Spike, or at least, he was by the way he spoke.
"Sorry, that only applies to people!" She snapped back. They glared at each other, and then Spike lit a fag, and sat back down on to the sarcophagus, swinging his legs back and forth.
"So, what d'ya want love?" Buffy took a deep breath,
"You realize that I have to slay you right? Slayer-duty calls." Spike deadpanned.
"This is what you came all the way here to talk to me about? Bloody slayege?" He jumped to off his seat and sauntered over to her. She stepped back. The vampire eyed her, and Buffy squirmed.
"What, you're afraid of me now? You know, you're bloody confident of yourself there. What makes you think that you can slay me? I've killed slayers you know." He pointed a finger at her, cigarette dangling from two fingers. He was echoing her thoughts. Buffy looked uncomfortable, and Spike stepped even closer to her, staring her in the eye. "You like it don't you?" He smirked, "That I'm evil again and powerful?"
"What?"
"Come on, you have to admit it, you've always been attracted to me." Buffy was frazzled. What was wrong with her? Why won't she hit him?
"Spike, don't start this again, you're a demon."
"You know, just because I don't have the chip, doesn't mean that I'm a whole different vampire. The chip didn't change my personality, I was still Spike, and you cared for me Buffy!" She drew in a sharp breath; he never called her by her real name.
"Fine, I'll admit, maybe I did care for you.a little, but you're evil now! Spike you killed people last night!" Buffy grabbed her stake out of her back pocket and shrugged out of her coat. Spike eyed the stake as she lunged for him. Spike ducked out of the way.
"Oooh, Slayer, losing our touch are we?" They swapped punches and kicks. Buffy grunted as Spike through her across the room and she hit the wall. They fought, planting large bruises on one another. He slipped into game face, which made her hit him all the more. He slipped his human features back on after he realized that he'd morphed.
"Come on, Slayer, don't you want to dance?" Buffy shook her head at him; he could change moods as fast as he could change faces!
"Are seriously going to use that line on me? Again?" Spike shrugged,
"You can't blame a guy for trying." They didn't pause in fighting. Suddenly, Buffy got the upper hand and pushed the vampire in to the wall.
"Give up yet?" she asked him. He smirked.
Then kissed her.
Buffy's brain went over time as she tried to figure out what was going on. A part of her brain wanted to push away. The other part said: Spike's a good kisser. Against her will, she melted into the kiss. The sensation of his cool mouth on hers was unbelievable. She didn't want the kiss to stop..until she came to her senses and pulled away.
Spike, of course, grinned, all the more arrogant.
"Couldn't resist me, eh, pet?"