Title: What is Real?
Chapter 2: Discussions
Rating: R overall – this chapter G
Email: crunchberry327@hotmail.com Crunchberry
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Disclaimers: Joss owns all, Joss is magnificent, Joss is evil too. He also owns all the characters in this story so far. Won't sell em, even when I promised him the $53.45 that I had in my vampire bank….
Summary: My story is set after Riley's Revengeful Return to Sunnydale and how he mucks up all my plans for getting money for the Slayer and how I am so sick of this chip and being Buffy's bleedin whippin boy and god am I whipped….
Spikes POV…… .
God I'm bored. Nothing on the telly 'cept wrestling and cooking shows. And I stole cable just for this! Could keep cleaning the downstairs part of the crypt but my heart just isn't into it. Too many memories of what we can't have. Well, not until she comes out of Buffy denial land. Pacing back and forth, I have way too much energy to get rid of. Too bad nightfall is number of hours away yet, could of gone for killing some vamps right now. Can't go over to any of the bars either, sunlight too bright. Don't fancy becoming a dust pile for some street cleaner to vacuum up.
I was right; she wouldn't let me in her world even when the Scoobies pull me into it. Its like I'm needed but the second I do my job, I'm kicked out. Always in the dark I am. Not good enough for her and her self-righteous attitude 'bout her being the slayer and all that bloody bullshit. Oh, I need a fag. Getting all tempered up over something I can't change. I look around for my duster and get my smokes out of the pocket. Just then, I hear footsteps outside the crypt door.
Oh bloody hell. Must rub off from Buffy to the Scoobies, no knocking – just storm right in like they all own the joint. At the rate this one is coming over here, Xander is getting to be a regular. Maybe I should just rent him space over here, not like he has anyplace to go anymore.
"Oh, its leave 'em at the alter boy" I sneer.
"Oh – just shut up Spike! You have no idea how it is to love someone as much as I love Anya and not be able to go through with the ceremony. It is killing me and I want her back so much and I really have no time to tell you all this since I really don't like you and Buffy for some unknown reason says she needs you and only you" he manages to say all this without taking a breath.
Oh yeah I do know how to love someone, you wanker. I have all the same feelings inside but I have to keep them inside because god forbid the truth would ever come out.
Wait a second. Did he just say what I think he said? The Slayer needing me?
"She needs me ay?" I say suggestively.
Now this is interesting. Maybe she came clean with her friends and finally told them about us. There are cold days in hell after all. Not many but some.
"Not like that Spike! God you're disgusting. Like Buffy would EVER consider you in that way or any way! No she somehow thinks you're the only one to keep her in line till we get some more antidote made up".
"She does, does she?" I say.
I notice Xander looks very flustered for some reason. Also has a bruise on his nose and he was limping a bit. Wondered what happened in chez Summer residence since I left?
"Alright, I bite, well not literally at least. What's happened to Buffy now? She drank the antidote right? Or did you guys bullocks even that up?"
"I'll tell you on the way to Buffy's house. We have to hurry, left Tara alone with her and I don't know if she can do it by herself. Grab your blanket and lets go!" Xander replied.
"Sorry mate, sun is way too bright for a noon stroll thru the gardens. We'll take the scenic route downstairs, I don't feel like being a Krispy Kreme right now." Grabbing my duster I give the boy a look that dares him to defy me.
So Glinda is watching Buffy. What in the hell happened?
Going down past the burnt out portion of my lower bedroom, Xanders eyes almost popped out. "What in the hell happened down here Spike? Do so much naked exercising by yourself that you caught on fire from the friction and burnt the place up? Oh – nope – your still here. Such a shame." Xander said.
"Ask the Slayer what happened. I am sure she would enlighten you since she is so forthcoming about all her visits down here since she has been back". Let him mull over that comment awhile.
"What in the hell are you talking about Spike? More of your delusions of being Buffy's sex slave? God, and I thought you just needed a girlfriend the last time I saw you down here, now I see you need a shrink more than Buffy does!"
"Yeah, well I probably do mate, I probably do". I duck my head as we head out toward Revello drive. It's a bit dank down here but not too bad. I have my vampire vision to help me along and it humors me to hear Xander stumbling along in the dark. This is much better than sun worshiping topside. He trips and falls right into me. I have to hold him up and he quickly steps back out of my reach. I sneer at him but unfortunately he can't see it.
"Oh don't get all hot and bothered on me, just trying to help you out. Your not necessarily my type". His face was priceless at that comment. He forgets that I can see just fine down here. I finally take pity and bring out my lighter for him to use. Giving it to him, I have to guide my hands over his and he nearly falls again trying to get away from my touch. By the time he lights my lighter, his hand is shaking like a leaf. Hmmm that is interesting. I affect him a lot more than I thought I did.
"So pray tell, what does the Slayer need me for?" I ask. We have to skirt around some holes and then I move a big box out of the way for us to go into a connecting cavern. One of the things I love about this town is the myriad of tunnels and caves underneath 80% of it. A vamp can get almost anywhere he wants without seeing the light of day.
"She decided to go all Andrea Yates on us and get us out of the picture. She almost did it too. Tied us all up down in the basement with the whatchamacallit demon and let him loose on us. She hid under the stairs and just watched. I got kicked all to hell and then Tara came and was able to undo the ropes on Willow and Dawn".
That stopped me in my tracks – "DAWN? She tied up DAWN down there with that Glarghk Guhl Kashma'nek demon? What the hell was the bint thinking? Is Dawn ok?"
I pick up the pace, this sounded serious. If anything happened to the nibblet I would take it out of Buffy's hide. This was not like her. She loved her sister more than anything. Something serious was definitely amiss.
"Yeah Dawn's ok. Buffy came back to us right when that demon attacked Willow, I think somehow that brought her back, cause it certainly didn't when it was beating the crap out of me! She then killed it really quick like she had no time to waste. She then told Dawn to get to her friend Janice's and sent me running for you. Willow started up another batch of the antidote but it'll take a day or two. I think she is scared that she will go all wiggins again. The problem is that she is the slayer and we have no chance against her if she sets her mind to it."
Now I know why she wanted me there. There is a chance I can subdue her. Her mates won't like it one bit but if it keeps the Nibblet safe and helps Buffy, I will do it if I have to. Part of her secret will come out though. There was no going around that part.
"So let me get this straight, Willow is making some more antidote, Little bit is at a friends house, Tara is slayer sitting and we are coming to the rescue?" I say.
"Yeah – 'bout sums it up, 'cept for why in the hell we need you. How much longer down here Spike? And while I am at it, why does she think you can help when you can't hurt any of us?" he asks.
Oh the question of the moment. I take a quick right and there are the steps going up to the manhole cover on Revello drive. I climb up the rusty stairs and hope he will forget that I haven't answered. Time for the blanket. I throw it around my head and make a mad dash for the slayers front porch. The boy is right behind me. A bit winded though. He has put on a bit of weight in the last couple months, the demon must be a good cook.
I am about to open the door when he stops me with a hand on my arm. I stop myself from making him even more nervous by putting my hand on top of his, no matter how much fun it would be to see his expression. He is concerned about Buffy so guess it's not time to torment him.
"Uh, Spike, I don't know what we will find in there. I think Tara was putting up some type of spell so Buffy couldn't attack us. So be careful." He says.
I don't think he realized what he just said to me. But there might be hope for him after all. I open the door slowly without knocking wondering what we would find on the other side.
TBC……
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