-Two Days Later (still in the summer's residence.)-

"What! Are you kidding me?! There is no way you're making me stay home on a Friday night!" Dawn yelled at her older sister.

"Dawnie it isn't safe."

"It isn't about me this time, I am perfectly fine. The First is after slayer-to-be's, and I am not one of them, I am nothing! So there is no reason that I shouldn't be able to go out." Dawn argued, trying as hard as she could be to remain semi-calm.

Buffy seems to think on this for a second.

"No," Buffy said coldly walking out of the living room and into the kitchen. The kitchen used to be her place of escape, but now it was jammed full of people she hardly knew.

I have to get away. She thought as she pulled open the basement door. The dark moldy smell invaded her nose, she felt at peace in the dark.

Not bothering to flip the light switch she made her way to the middle of the stairs. Sitting with her knees on either side of her head, she felt the willingness to cry but was numb to the emotion.

"Slayer?" A voice carried from a corner. Buffy looked up her eyes half adjusted to the darkness, she could see a figure lying in a cot.

"Hi, Spike." She said in a monotone.

"Something wrong?" He said in response. With his vampire eyes, seeing her figure enclosed on itself.

"Everything."

"You want to talk?"

"No," Buffy said getting to her feet and walking over to his laying position.

She sat on the side of the cot, Spike shifted over to give her more room. Spooning herself against his side she closed her eyes and sighed. Spike knew better than to question her, he just relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of her hot skin against his bare chest.

Absent-mindedly he stroked her hair through his fingers as she breathed against him. Buffy thought of a couple of days ago, when Spike had insisted he sleep in the basement, giving her her bed back. Sweet of him actually.

When he was captured she learned what he had meant to her. Hoping he would not suffer any more pain at her hand or because of it, she will protect him.

Against him now she felt his love wrap over her. She was not sure if what she felt for him was love, but it could be, and that was all that mattered.