"Close Your Eyes"

By; Foolinq Love

A petite figure arose from the darkness and moved up the porch. She opened the door and stepped into the house. The room was dark, just like the blanket of darkness that enveloped the streets of Sunnydale. The Slayer put down the brown bag she carried in her hands. She slowly pulled off her coat, hanging it upon the hook that hung next to the door. She once again picked up the bag and walked into the kitchen. Flicking on the light, she saw Spike sitting on the counter, eating a cookie. She held up the bag. "I got you some blood. Since Giles had you buried under seven feet of books tonight." She walked over to the fridge and put it in. She sat on the middle counter and looked at him. She tried so hard to be nice without actually being nice. This was proof she did have feelings for him.

The platinum blond vampire gave a simple nod. "Yeah, thanks Slayer." What else was there to say to her? Spike took the finally bite of his cookie. "The Potentials loved the cookies. Ate 'em all up. Geek boy made some more for you since you loved 'em so much. I got a cookie too." He smirked and looked at her again. She looked. . . worried almost. He quirked a brow. "What's wrong Pet? You look like you're worried about something." Buffy just shook her head and looked uneasily around the room. She was indeed worried and the vampire could tell. "No Pet, something's up. Tell Old Spikey about it."

The Slayer smiled at him, pulling a knee up to her chest. She rested an arm on it and began. "I'm just confused. It's not really something the two of us should be talking about. You wouldn't understand. Not your thing." She shrugged it off; hoping he'd move along to a new topic. She ran her hands through her wavy tresses that hung down against her hair. She was wearing the same thing she wore earlier in the day, except now her feet were clad in black boots. She glanced over at Spike, he was leaning forward with that smirk on his face.

"Try me."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine. I think I'm starting to have feelings for you and it's not right. There's something here. It can't be. Last night, I remember we cuddled. What if the girls saw? How could they respect me knowing I cuddled with a vampire? And when I see you, I feel good. When you're around, I feel good. And last night, I didn't dream about Angel again, I dreamt about you. You and me. An us; together on the beach doing odd things." Spike's smirk faded. Wow, things had changed. The Slayer stood there, telling him about a dream she had about him. Yeah, they had definitely changed.

Spike blinked a few times, wondering if he'd suddenly wake up in the Slayer's bed, alone. But alas, no, he didn't. "You have feelings for me?" he asked innocently. He was now a young boy in grade school, holding his lunchbox. His knees buckling below his shocked face. His crystal orbs took a new gaze after her speech. His rough exterior was dropped. Those wolf clothes he wore constantly were dropped and his true nature showed. He was still innocent William only searching for love. He was still trembling at the sight of her with that notepad in his digits.

Buffy nodded slowly. "I guess I do." She looked down at the ground, glancing up at him occasionally. It was harder than it seemed to tell him she had those crazy feelings for him. She didn't know how they got there in the first place. She took in a deep breath of air, unsure of what was going to happen next. "And I know that you have feelings for me too. That's what makes mine so much easier to show up suddenly." She wished he'd stop loving her and stop showing his affection for her. It drove her mad because feelings arose between them. Maybe it was because they were put into a situation where nothing but feelings could pop up. In the workplace, feelings are going to show up. They always seemed to.

"And what do you plan to do with these feelings? Do you except them just to skip bleeding away after you confront them? Slayer, they're not going to do that; they won't ever do that. They'll stay there forever. They'll grow and become more intense than you ever wanted. They're not a cup of soddin' tea like your feelings for Angel were. These ones hurt. And they're going to hurt a lot less for you than they did for me because you had Angel. You'll always have him." At the first mention of Angel's name, Buffy's orbs fell to the floor. Why'd he have to bring him up now? During their moment of discussing their feelings for one another. He just couldn't. Wasn't there some sort of rule forbidding that?

"I thought you'd know what to do Spike. We have feelings for each other. You should know what to do now. It's really all up to you. And stop bringing Angel into all this. He has nothing to do with this. Nothing. So stop bringing him up. I have feelings for you. Now and here. There's no Angel here Spike." She stood up and walked over to Spike, putting a hand on his cheek. The moment her skin touched his cool cheek, a shiver was sent through her body, straight to her spine. She looked into his eyes. "This is between you and me. Nobody else."

Spike looked at her. "Are you trying to suggest with start being together?" He watched for her response. And he got a simple nod of the head. He smiled and pulled her in his arms. Pushing his cold tiers to her's, he began to lightly kiss her, moving his lips with her's. The Slayer wound her arms around him as they kissed softly and gently. It was the coming together of a vampire and the Slayer. A sad, simple ritual that would more than likely would always fail under the pressures of both jobs or the pressures of actually being together. Things seemed simple as they kissed and shared their joy and affection for one another, but it really wasn't going to be that way.

The Slayer pulled back from the vampire. If they were going to do this, it couldn't be known. The Potentials wouldn't have the same respect for the Slayer if they knew she was dating a vampire. Buffy looked into Spike's crystal orbs. "This. . . nobody can know about. Nobody. Not Willow, not Xander, not Dawn, and none of the girls. And none of your little friends. Okay?" Spike blankly looked down at her. What was she talking about? Not talk about being with the Slayer to anyone. He couldn't do that. He wanted to shout it to the world; tell everyone. The Slayer was his girl now.

"What? Why the bleeding hell not Slayer? You're mine now and I want to tell the world." He did that smirk of his, hoping she'd fall to her knees at the sight of it. But, she didn't. She just stood there, almost glaring at him. He hung his head. "Yeah, yeah. I know. 'Nobody will respect you.'" He rolled his eyes and continued, "I suppose I can bit my lip and not tell anyone. I promise I'll keep my gob shut. Vampire's honor." He held up two fingers and then pushed them down as if they were fangs. The Slayer rolled her eyes and walked away from the vampire. "Hey! Wait! You can't walk away from me."

She looked back at him. "Yes I can." She continued on her path, leaving the vampire alone. Well, all the better. Now, he could bask in his glory of finally nabbing the Slayer as his own. He leaned back against the cabinets, grinning. Yeah, the Slayer was his; all his. Things were truly going his way. For once, things were going his way and it was good. Unlife was good now. Finally, it was all good and grand. He nodded; yeah, it was the best. He jumped off the counter and went into the living room. There was the Slayer standing by the window, alone. He went up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

She placed her hands atop his and leaned her head back. He kissed her cheek softly. He didn't need to speak now. He knew exactly what she was looking at and she knew it also. She was looking at how peaceful it seemed outside on the lawn. No demons or vampires fighting. It was quiet outside for once. It was an eerie silence before the noise started, but it was a silence to keep you on your feet. Any second, that big boom could go off and the fight would start. Not actually, but the fight was about to start soon and they all could tell. The Slayer rubbed his hand. At least Spike had something to be happy about during the impending battle with the First. Wasn't that all that mattered?