Part 3
Snorting, Spike turned and walked away from her. Buffy frowned and watched him. She was sure he was plotting something. Glancing around, she could not find much that could be used as a weapon. Spike sat down near the fire, with it at his back as he watched the slayer. Buffy walked backwards until her back hit the wall, and then she sank down to the ground against it.
Sitting there, she looked over at him. He was acting so calm, and it was unnerving her even more when coupled with her lack of power. He closed his eyes and took in a deep unneeded breath. Buffy just watched him, her mind working furiously to figure a way out of this.
Opening his eyes barely a crack, Spike let his gaze wander to the worried slayer. She was completely unnerved by this, and that gave him mixed feelings. He knew that if given the chance, he would not kill her. He had no idea where that feeling came from, but there it was, in all its glory. She looked up at the ceiling and then over at him again. Standing, she walked slowly towards him.
"This isn't going to work, Spike. Fight me, and let's get this over with." She came closer, and grabbed a candlestick from the mantle. It was a heavy silver one, with ornate scrolls of silver winding around it. Snorting, Spike rolled his eyes.
"Way I figure it, Slayer, we ended up even last time. I've no wish to tip the scales again. 'Sides, I want someone who is worthy of the fight, not a shell of a person." With that, he turned his back on her. Growling deeply, she glared at his backside.
"Alright, fine. When I get by strength back, you will die. Makes little difference to me, I suppose." With that, she stuck an old candle into the flames of the fire pit, and lit the oil lamp. More light flooded the dirty room.
Buffy glanced around, and she decided she had better look around and find out if there were any other creatures in the house. She went towards one of the two doorways. Seeing it end in a room with only a mattress on the floor and dust settled on the walls, ceiling, and floor. This was apparently the room she came from. Turning around, Buffy jumped to find Spike standing right behind her.
"Jeez, evil dead, you could try announcing your presence." She brushed past him, only to feel his hand wrap around her arm and grip it tightly. Spike pulled Buffy back to him and looked down at her. "And here I thought you knew I was in here with you. My mistake." He leaned down until their noses were barely an inch apart, and held her there for a moment.
Shivering slightly, Buffy pulled back and was surprised when he suddenly let her go. Stumbling a bit, she found her footing before walking past him to another doorway. Peering through it, she found a large front doorway and a staircase. A hall continued behind the staircase. Going immediately for the front door, Buffy was not surprised to find it locked up tight. The glass was reinforced with wire mesh on the outside of it.
Muttering, she turned and looked first at the stairs, then at the hall behind them. Spike stood in the doorway, leaning against it as he watched her. There was not much to this place he could tell, but there were rooms to explore. No reason not to tag along; never know what she might find.
Spike followed as Buffy walked up the stairs first.
Snorting, Spike turned and walked away from her. Buffy frowned and watched him. She was sure he was plotting something. Glancing around, she could not find much that could be used as a weapon. Spike sat down near the fire, with it at his back as he watched the slayer. Buffy walked backwards until her back hit the wall, and then she sank down to the ground against it.
Sitting there, she looked over at him. He was acting so calm, and it was unnerving her even more when coupled with her lack of power. He closed his eyes and took in a deep unneeded breath. Buffy just watched him, her mind working furiously to figure a way out of this.
Opening his eyes barely a crack, Spike let his gaze wander to the worried slayer. She was completely unnerved by this, and that gave him mixed feelings. He knew that if given the chance, he would not kill her. He had no idea where that feeling came from, but there it was, in all its glory. She looked up at the ceiling and then over at him again. Standing, she walked slowly towards him.
"This isn't going to work, Spike. Fight me, and let's get this over with." She came closer, and grabbed a candlestick from the mantle. It was a heavy silver one, with ornate scrolls of silver winding around it. Snorting, Spike rolled his eyes.
"Way I figure it, Slayer, we ended up even last time. I've no wish to tip the scales again. 'Sides, I want someone who is worthy of the fight, not a shell of a person." With that, he turned his back on her. Growling deeply, she glared at his backside.
"Alright, fine. When I get by strength back, you will die. Makes little difference to me, I suppose." With that, she stuck an old candle into the flames of the fire pit, and lit the oil lamp. More light flooded the dirty room.
Buffy glanced around, and she decided she had better look around and find out if there were any other creatures in the house. She went towards one of the two doorways. Seeing it end in a room with only a mattress on the floor and dust settled on the walls, ceiling, and floor. This was apparently the room she came from. Turning around, Buffy jumped to find Spike standing right behind her.
"Jeez, evil dead, you could try announcing your presence." She brushed past him, only to feel his hand wrap around her arm and grip it tightly. Spike pulled Buffy back to him and looked down at her. "And here I thought you knew I was in here with you. My mistake." He leaned down until their noses were barely an inch apart, and held her there for a moment.
Shivering slightly, Buffy pulled back and was surprised when he suddenly let her go. Stumbling a bit, she found her footing before walking past him to another doorway. Peering through it, she found a large front doorway and a staircase. A hall continued behind the staircase. Going immediately for the front door, Buffy was not surprised to find it locked up tight. The glass was reinforced with wire mesh on the outside of it.
Muttering, she turned and looked first at the stairs, then at the hall behind them. Spike stood in the doorway, leaning against it as he watched her. There was not much to this place he could tell, but there were rooms to explore. No reason not to tag along; never know what she might find.
Spike followed as Buffy walked up the stairs first.