Summary/Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
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Chapter 3
"I will bloody well not drink that shite!"
Buffy sighed. They had been discussing what they would do in LA while they waited for the car to be serviced and for Buffy's new paperwork to be completed by Spike's contact. He had phoned the forger and the documents would be ready in a day. All Buffy needed to do was have her photo taken when they went to pick them up in order for the passport to be completed.
They had decided that they should spend most of the time in the hotel room. Sunnydale was close to LA so if Buffy's friends were looking for her, LA would be the first place to start. The argument had started when Spike told her he was hungry and was going out to feed.
"But you drank it on the way here! Why not just carry on?"
"I am not bloody living off pig's blood!"
"And I won't let you hurt people." She turned away from him and he realised that she wouldn't back down on this.
"Fine, I'll not kill. I'll just take some and leave them alive."
"No, I won't let you hurt anybody," she repeated.
"Look, I won't drink that bloody pig's blood, it tastes like crap. How about when we get to a town I pay a visit to the local blood bank and get myself some? Nice human blood for me and no precious humans hurt in the process."
Buffy wasn't too pleased with this solution, after all if he took the blood from a hospital then a sick person couldn't use it. But that was better than someone being in the hospital in the first place because Spike wanted something to eat. She turned back towards him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"That's fine. Plus, none of those mobs I've heard about will come after you." She couldn't be sure, but she thought she heard him mumble that the mobs were fun.
It was at that moment that both of them realised that Buffy's hand had not left his shoulder. She gently pulled it back, surprised not to feel any revulsion at the thought of touching Spike. The thought about the hug she had given him the night before. They were depressed and after she heard about Spike's relationship with Dru it was the only thing she could think of that would offer comfort to both of them.
She honestly didn't know who she felt the most pity for, herself or Spike. She had to send the man she loved to hell but he had to live for a hundred years knowing that the woman he was with didn't really love him.
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Spike was surprised when Buffy gave in on the blood issue. He had been expecting her to insist that he only drank blood from the butchers and was planning on sneaking out and getting some human fresh from the neck. But she had said it was all right for him to have human blood, so there was no point in hunting, it would only stir up trouble if she found out. He had just one condition of his own.
"So that's sorted then, but if I'm giving up hunting then you have to stop something too." Buffy hadn't a clue hat he was talking about.
"From now on there will be no threats of staking, sunlight or beheading. You said you've left the slayer in Sunnydale, I don't want you to bring her out again just for when you want to win an argument."
Buffy considered this. She really wanted to put the whole slayer side of herself behind her and his request did seem reasonable.
"Deal, you don't kill and I won't slay."
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The next day Buffy and Spike left the LA city limits in the newly cleaned and tuned DeSoto. The car was filled with everything they would need for weeks on the road.
Buffy looked at her new passport. The picture looked terrible, but she knew that all passport photos looked just as bad so she didn't complain. She had insisted that she keep her first name but her surname had been changed.
"So where are we going pet?" Spike looked over at her expectantly.
"I don't know, I've never been anywhere, you are the one that knows all the nice places."
"Well I did say Brazil was nice this time of year. How about we drive down there, see some of the sights on the way. After Brazil, who knows? Whole world to see."
"That sounds great." She looked up from the passport and smiled at him. Spike grinned back and turned the car so they were heading south towards the Mexican border.
TBC
AN: I've had one review stating that Buffy is out of character, not making witty remarks. I just want to remind everyone that these first few chapters are set only a day after she sent Angel to hell. Of course she is not up to making puns and wisecracks just yet. But don't worry, this is not a dark and depressing fic.
I can't believe how many reviews I've been receiving for this fic, thank you all. I appreciate all reviews and they help me write better stories for you to read!
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Chapter 3
"I will bloody well not drink that shite!"
Buffy sighed. They had been discussing what they would do in LA while they waited for the car to be serviced and for Buffy's new paperwork to be completed by Spike's contact. He had phoned the forger and the documents would be ready in a day. All Buffy needed to do was have her photo taken when they went to pick them up in order for the passport to be completed.
They had decided that they should spend most of the time in the hotel room. Sunnydale was close to LA so if Buffy's friends were looking for her, LA would be the first place to start. The argument had started when Spike told her he was hungry and was going out to feed.
"But you drank it on the way here! Why not just carry on?"
"I am not bloody living off pig's blood!"
"And I won't let you hurt people." She turned away from him and he realised that she wouldn't back down on this.
"Fine, I'll not kill. I'll just take some and leave them alive."
"No, I won't let you hurt anybody," she repeated.
"Look, I won't drink that bloody pig's blood, it tastes like crap. How about when we get to a town I pay a visit to the local blood bank and get myself some? Nice human blood for me and no precious humans hurt in the process."
Buffy wasn't too pleased with this solution, after all if he took the blood from a hospital then a sick person couldn't use it. But that was better than someone being in the hospital in the first place because Spike wanted something to eat. She turned back towards him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"That's fine. Plus, none of those mobs I've heard about will come after you." She couldn't be sure, but she thought she heard him mumble that the mobs were fun.
It was at that moment that both of them realised that Buffy's hand had not left his shoulder. She gently pulled it back, surprised not to feel any revulsion at the thought of touching Spike. The thought about the hug she had given him the night before. They were depressed and after she heard about Spike's relationship with Dru it was the only thing she could think of that would offer comfort to both of them.
She honestly didn't know who she felt the most pity for, herself or Spike. She had to send the man she loved to hell but he had to live for a hundred years knowing that the woman he was with didn't really love him.
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Spike was surprised when Buffy gave in on the blood issue. He had been expecting her to insist that he only drank blood from the butchers and was planning on sneaking out and getting some human fresh from the neck. But she had said it was all right for him to have human blood, so there was no point in hunting, it would only stir up trouble if she found out. He had just one condition of his own.
"So that's sorted then, but if I'm giving up hunting then you have to stop something too." Buffy hadn't a clue hat he was talking about.
"From now on there will be no threats of staking, sunlight or beheading. You said you've left the slayer in Sunnydale, I don't want you to bring her out again just for when you want to win an argument."
Buffy considered this. She really wanted to put the whole slayer side of herself behind her and his request did seem reasonable.
"Deal, you don't kill and I won't slay."
*****
The next day Buffy and Spike left the LA city limits in the newly cleaned and tuned DeSoto. The car was filled with everything they would need for weeks on the road.
Buffy looked at her new passport. The picture looked terrible, but she knew that all passport photos looked just as bad so she didn't complain. She had insisted that she keep her first name but her surname had been changed.
"So where are we going pet?" Spike looked over at her expectantly.
"I don't know, I've never been anywhere, you are the one that knows all the nice places."
"Well I did say Brazil was nice this time of year. How about we drive down there, see some of the sights on the way. After Brazil, who knows? Whole world to see."
"That sounds great." She looked up from the passport and smiled at him. Spike grinned back and turned the car so they were heading south towards the Mexican border.
TBC
AN: I've had one review stating that Buffy is out of character, not making witty remarks. I just want to remind everyone that these first few chapters are set only a day after she sent Angel to hell. Of course she is not up to making puns and wisecracks just yet. But don't worry, this is not a dark and depressing fic.
I can't believe how many reviews I've been receiving for this fic, thank you all. I appreciate all reviews and they help me write better stories for you to read!
