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Okay, so I got up this morning and I found four new reviews, (from wonderful people Sesen Obsidian Moon, Dustyvamp, Rachel, and Fojiao2), all of which asked so nicely for the next t chapter that I felt mean leaving it till after the weekend which was my original plan. So, instead, (with me still being stuck in the great education system), I have given up all my free periods and my lunch break to bring you the next chapter. Am I good to you guys or what?
Buffy crawled into bed. She was worried; she didn't feel as bad as she should. She knew that she had been doing the same thing to Riley with Spike if not worse because there had been actual sex. Riley was just getting off on the rush. But she felt betrayed anyway. Her normal guy, the one that she had clung to in her mind as the only thing helping to make her a normal girl had let her down. That was it. That was what she felt. Let down. Like something that she'd been counting on had suddenly shown itself to be something else entirely. It gave her a horrible feeling in her stomach. Did this mean that any pretence at normality was gone? Then what was the point in even trying? Buffy felt herself begin to cry. She didn't know why she was crying she didn't even know what this whole set of events meant. She just wished that she could fix it. She wished that Spike were there.
Riley lay on his bed thinking. Buffy had practically found him in the arms of another woman. He felt so unbelievable horrible for betraying her that it was like a physical ache in her stomach. And now the army. They wanted him back; he was good enough at something for them to want him back. But if he went with them, he would never see Buffy again. He couldn't so that. If she wanted him, if she could look him in the face and tell him that she needed him he wouldn't leave her, he would stay, he loved her. He loved her more than anything. How had she found out where he was? How had she known. . . SPIKE!
Spike sat in his chair trying to get blind drunk, unfortunately it wasn't working. He was too depressed to get drunk. He had seen her face, the desperation and the hurt. If she felt that strongly about the guy then maybe there never could be anything real between the two of them. Maybe he was just wasting his time even hoping for it. He felt oddly cut off; like it wasn't his place to go to the girl he loved and comfort her. He felt like he would be interfering in something that wasn't his business. He wanted to go to her though. To touch her, make love to her and tell her that he loved her. Spike was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of his door being thrown open. He could smell instantly that it wasn't the person he wanted it to be it was that idiot of a soldier boy instead that was getting off on being fed from.
"What took you? It takes a while to get to full strength after the bite."
Riley was fuming, that thing was the reason that Buffy was hurting. This demon, which fed off people when it could, was the reason that the woman he loved might never speak to him again. Riley couldn't bear it, the very idea of it. That Spike was responsible. Spike! He already knew that the vampire had a major thing for HIS girl. He had thought about forgetting about it, focussing on fixing things with Buffy, but no. He had learnt something very basic in the military. The first thing that you did when there was a problem was remove the complication. In this particular scenario Spike was nothing more than the complication. After he was gone and he could no longer poison Buffy's mind against him. He would simply remove the complication.
Riley punched the vampire across the face. "You bastard! Did you ever think that someone like Buffy would look twice at you? You're an evil demon and she's the Slayer. You're nothing to her you never could be. Do you get it? You never could be."
Spike stopped Riley's hand before it made contact with his face again. The boy really wasn't up to much and Spike knew it but he couldn't fight back and that meant he as effectively he was about to be staked, unless he could stop the boy another way, "Come on. You're not the long haul guy and you know it."
"Shut up!" Riley yelled into Spike's face, but he wasn't about to give up that easily.
"You know it. Or else you wouldn't be getting suck jobs from two bit vampire trolls."
Riley tried to pull away from Spike but the blonde still had hold of his fist in an iron grip, "Let me go."
"No. You do know it. The girl needs a monster in her man. And that's not in your nature, no matter how low you try to go."
For a second Riley seemed to slump against the wall, as the full weight of what Spike was saying hit him and hit him hard. He knew what the 'evil demon' was saying was true whether he wanted to believe it or not. He couldn't please Buffy at least not yet, but he refused to believe that it wasn't possible, he would find a way. Spike was the problem. Riley pulled his hand away from Spike's grasp and tried to punch the vampire again but Spike ducked and Riley's hand collided with the stone pillar in the centre of the room. Riley cried out in pain and anger and tried to kick him.
Spike knocked his foot away careful to keep any thoughts of hurting the boy out of his head. He knew that he couldn't keep this up forever and he couldn't focus anyway. He knew that he had hurt Riley, but Riley had hurt him and Spike wasn't as good at taking it. He dodged and ducked but it wasn't long before the boy managed to land a blow. Spike found himself pinned to the same pillar that Riley had punched with the boy's blood streaming from his cut hand. "Look, I didn't know that you were there all right? You did this to yourself, don't kill the messenger."
Riley pulled a stake from him pocket and held it up, "Why the hell not?"
Buffy walked through the cemetery. She really needed to talk to Spike. When she thought back on how she must have hurt him, running off and leaving him like that she felt sick to her stomach. He must have been so hurt that she just ran off, but she hadn't really known how else to react. She had just needed a little time to deal and think and clear her head.
Unfortunately it hadn't really worked out as planned. She still didn't know what to do. As unfair as she knew that she was being she needed for him to help her, just be there, and let her shout, scream, tell him she hated the world and everyone in it. She knew that he would let her.
Buffy pushed open the door of the crypt. She couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Riley threw Spike against a pillar in the centre oft room. Spike looked frustrated and Buffy could tell by Spike's split lip and the cut on Riley's hand that Riley had been there for a while. Spike was gasping with unneeded breath, "Look, I didn't know that you were there all right? You did this to yourself, don't kill the messenger."
Buffy watched in horror, frozen to the spot as Riley pulled a stake from his pocket and drew his arm back, "Why the hell not?"
Buffy threw herself across the room and caught Riley's arm just as the stake pierced Spike's skin.
Okay, so I got up this morning and I found four new reviews, (from wonderful people Sesen Obsidian Moon, Dustyvamp, Rachel, and Fojiao2), all of which asked so nicely for the next t chapter that I felt mean leaving it till after the weekend which was my original plan. So, instead, (with me still being stuck in the great education system), I have given up all my free periods and my lunch break to bring you the next chapter. Am I good to you guys or what?
Buffy crawled into bed. She was worried; she didn't feel as bad as she should. She knew that she had been doing the same thing to Riley with Spike if not worse because there had been actual sex. Riley was just getting off on the rush. But she felt betrayed anyway. Her normal guy, the one that she had clung to in her mind as the only thing helping to make her a normal girl had let her down. That was it. That was what she felt. Let down. Like something that she'd been counting on had suddenly shown itself to be something else entirely. It gave her a horrible feeling in her stomach. Did this mean that any pretence at normality was gone? Then what was the point in even trying? Buffy felt herself begin to cry. She didn't know why she was crying she didn't even know what this whole set of events meant. She just wished that she could fix it. She wished that Spike were there.
Riley lay on his bed thinking. Buffy had practically found him in the arms of another woman. He felt so unbelievable horrible for betraying her that it was like a physical ache in her stomach. And now the army. They wanted him back; he was good enough at something for them to want him back. But if he went with them, he would never see Buffy again. He couldn't so that. If she wanted him, if she could look him in the face and tell him that she needed him he wouldn't leave her, he would stay, he loved her. He loved her more than anything. How had she found out where he was? How had she known. . . SPIKE!
Spike sat in his chair trying to get blind drunk, unfortunately it wasn't working. He was too depressed to get drunk. He had seen her face, the desperation and the hurt. If she felt that strongly about the guy then maybe there never could be anything real between the two of them. Maybe he was just wasting his time even hoping for it. He felt oddly cut off; like it wasn't his place to go to the girl he loved and comfort her. He felt like he would be interfering in something that wasn't his business. He wanted to go to her though. To touch her, make love to her and tell her that he loved her. Spike was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of his door being thrown open. He could smell instantly that it wasn't the person he wanted it to be it was that idiot of a soldier boy instead that was getting off on being fed from.
"What took you? It takes a while to get to full strength after the bite."
Riley was fuming, that thing was the reason that Buffy was hurting. This demon, which fed off people when it could, was the reason that the woman he loved might never speak to him again. Riley couldn't bear it, the very idea of it. That Spike was responsible. Spike! He already knew that the vampire had a major thing for HIS girl. He had thought about forgetting about it, focussing on fixing things with Buffy, but no. He had learnt something very basic in the military. The first thing that you did when there was a problem was remove the complication. In this particular scenario Spike was nothing more than the complication. After he was gone and he could no longer poison Buffy's mind against him. He would simply remove the complication.
Riley punched the vampire across the face. "You bastard! Did you ever think that someone like Buffy would look twice at you? You're an evil demon and she's the Slayer. You're nothing to her you never could be. Do you get it? You never could be."
Spike stopped Riley's hand before it made contact with his face again. The boy really wasn't up to much and Spike knew it but he couldn't fight back and that meant he as effectively he was about to be staked, unless he could stop the boy another way, "Come on. You're not the long haul guy and you know it."
"Shut up!" Riley yelled into Spike's face, but he wasn't about to give up that easily.
"You know it. Or else you wouldn't be getting suck jobs from two bit vampire trolls."
Riley tried to pull away from Spike but the blonde still had hold of his fist in an iron grip, "Let me go."
"No. You do know it. The girl needs a monster in her man. And that's not in your nature, no matter how low you try to go."
For a second Riley seemed to slump against the wall, as the full weight of what Spike was saying hit him and hit him hard. He knew what the 'evil demon' was saying was true whether he wanted to believe it or not. He couldn't please Buffy at least not yet, but he refused to believe that it wasn't possible, he would find a way. Spike was the problem. Riley pulled his hand away from Spike's grasp and tried to punch the vampire again but Spike ducked and Riley's hand collided with the stone pillar in the centre of the room. Riley cried out in pain and anger and tried to kick him.
Spike knocked his foot away careful to keep any thoughts of hurting the boy out of his head. He knew that he couldn't keep this up forever and he couldn't focus anyway. He knew that he had hurt Riley, but Riley had hurt him and Spike wasn't as good at taking it. He dodged and ducked but it wasn't long before the boy managed to land a blow. Spike found himself pinned to the same pillar that Riley had punched with the boy's blood streaming from his cut hand. "Look, I didn't know that you were there all right? You did this to yourself, don't kill the messenger."
Riley pulled a stake from him pocket and held it up, "Why the hell not?"
Buffy walked through the cemetery. She really needed to talk to Spike. When she thought back on how she must have hurt him, running off and leaving him like that she felt sick to her stomach. He must have been so hurt that she just ran off, but she hadn't really known how else to react. She had just needed a little time to deal and think and clear her head.
Unfortunately it hadn't really worked out as planned. She still didn't know what to do. As unfair as she knew that she was being she needed for him to help her, just be there, and let her shout, scream, tell him she hated the world and everyone in it. She knew that he would let her.
Buffy pushed open the door of the crypt. She couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Riley threw Spike against a pillar in the centre oft room. Spike looked frustrated and Buffy could tell by Spike's split lip and the cut on Riley's hand that Riley had been there for a while. Spike was gasping with unneeded breath, "Look, I didn't know that you were there all right? You did this to yourself, don't kill the messenger."
Buffy watched in horror, frozen to the spot as Riley pulled a stake from his pocket and drew his arm back, "Why the hell not?"
Buffy threw herself across the room and caught Riley's arm just as the stake pierced Spike's skin.