Spike crept back to his dreary crypt at dawn. He closed the heavy wood door as the first rays of sunlight scorched his pale skin. Thoughts of his golden goddess ran threw his head as he lay climbed down the ladder into his dudgeon below. Buffy reminded him of sunrise. The way her hair spread across his chest when she slept in his arms was the only sun he would ever see. This only bothered him because it meant that he could never sit with her on some picturesque hillside holding her hand and watching the sunrise after a night of loving. The fact that he longed for this disgusted him. "Bloody hell" Spike collapsed into his bed and closed his eyes.
As soon as he did, Spike realized something was wrong. Something else was in the room with him. As he opened his eyes he found a dark beauty looking down at him. Her eyes were a deep brown like fertile soil, ready to be tilled. Her skin was the color of well worked leather, and her hair was as black as a raven. It was restrained in a single braid that, at the moment, was falling across her shoulder and brushing his chest. She held a knife in her hand and its point was poised above Spike's heart. His hands raised to push the woman off, but she shifted so that her knee was pressing into his gut. "Moving would not be wise Gitli, better to stay still and I will leave you alive, or at least I will not leave you a pile of dust." The woman smiled at her joke.
Spike considered for a moment and the woman decided to dig her knee cruelly into his stomach. "Bloody Hell woman, I'm not moving. What do you want with me? Cause I can tell you if its loving your wanting there are easier ways to go about it."
The woman allowed her knee to dig into Spike for a moment longer before standing "I want no pleasure from you gadaha adv siqua. I want you to send a message to the Golden One. I want you to tell her that I have information she may be interested in."
Spike pondered for a moment. "Where can she find you if she's interested?"
"I will find her." With that the woman turned, her braid flying out behind her like a whip. Then she was gone and Spike was left alone, except for the painful bruise already forming on his gut.
"Cant a guy get a few hours peace?" There was no one to answer him but the spiders and his own echo. Spike shook his head and searched for a fresh shirt. There was still a couple of hours before Buffy would leave for work, so he pulled his trusty blanket over his head and walked out the door.
Buffy Summers was exhausted. It had been a rough night. First the demon that spit disgusting purple juice that smelled like bananas and coffee and dirty gym socks all rolled into one. Then there was the vampire that was allergic to Buffy's perfume and sneezed throughout the entire fight. Of course to top it all off there was the fresh vamp that gloated over knocking her down. She didn't even get the satisfaction of staking that one. Spike did it for her. Spike. . . Buffy could not figure out what to do about him. He could make her knees go weak, as she sang a couple of weeks ago, he made her feel alive. But he was an evil vamp who only hesitated in killing her and her friends because of a chip in his head. The smell of coffee invaded her reverie Buffy decided to put off debating the Spike issue till after her caffeine fix. However just as she brought the cup of warm brown energy to her lips, a smoking mass burst thru her door and slammed into her. Luckily the majority of the hot coffee landed on Spike, who just yelped louder.
"Spike! What the hell do you think you're doing. Get off me." Buffy pushed against Spike but he just grinned and pined her to the ground with his hips.
"You didn't mind a few hours ago luv." Buffy responded with a knee to the groin. Spike groaned and rolled off. "A few more hits like that luv and there will be no more tumbles in the graveyard."
"Break my heart Spike. Now get off me and get out." Buffy managed to push Spike off of her and stood up. She walked to the door and held it open.
"Now Slayer no need to go rushing me off. I have a message for you. From a rather interesting lady. Came to my crypt and climbed in my bed. Not a bad way to deliver a message if you ask me. She was a pretty doll."
"Just tell me the message and get. . .she was in your bed?" Buffy turned to glare at Spike
"Now luv, don't get jealous, we didn't do the nasty if that's what you're worried about."
"Oh please Spike I could care less what, or who you do in your spare time."
Spike walked over and ran a hand down the side of Buffy's face and lightly teased her neck with his finger tips. Buffy leaned her head back and stifled a moan. Spike licked his lips and leaned his head to whisper in Buffy's ear. "Oh I can see how much you don't care luv. And dun worry she was pretty but not my type. To . . .stiff"
Buffy purred as Spike gently kissed her neck. Then she heard footsteps on the stairs and pushed Spike away. He laughed as Dawn skipped into the kitchen. "Hi Buff. Hi Spike. Good night slaying."
"Fine Dawn. Aren't you going to be late for school?" Buffy hastily tried to compose herself, much to Spike's amusement.
"Nope. Xander's gonna pick me up any minute." At that exact moment the door bell rang. Dawn grabbed her back pack from the counter and hugged Buffy goodbye. With a wave to Spike she bounded out of the kitchen. "That's him. See ya later."
Buffy watched her leave. "Man what I wouldn't give for her energy in the morning."
"I guess I wore you out ehe slayer." Spike's face eased into a smug look and he folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the refrigerator.
"Oh please Spike. Enough with the dirty comments. What's this message you have for me?" Buffy pushed Spike away from the door, inadvertently into a ray of sunlight from the window.
"Ouch. Careful luv- that's deadly stuff"
"If you don't tell me what the message is I'll push you out in the sun completely and just end this frustration." Buffy reached to open the door, but Spike stopped her.
"Alright luv. It was a real Tan doll, with a long braid. She's a native ya know. The ones that were here before you bloody Americans took over? Well all she said is she had some information you might be interested in. I asked her where we could find her and she said she would find you. Oh yea and she has wicked sharp knees." Spike grimaced and rubber his bruised abdomen.
"Okay I'm not going to give you the pleasure of responding to the comment about her sharp knees. So a Indian girl comes and tells you to tell me she has information? Fine. When she decides to contact me herself I will deal with it, right now I have to get ready for work, or I'll be late. I'm going to go take a shower, and before you ask- no I don't want company." Spike's face fell slightly. "When I get back down here Spike you better be gone understood?" Without waiting for an answer Buffy turned and practically ran upstairs.
Spike watched her go. Shaking his head he grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around himself. "Good Grief. You do the girl a favor and she kicks you out into the bright sunlight. Why do I put up with this? Oh yea because I'm a neutered vampire in love with the slayer. Oh well maybe now a bloke can get a nap in." Taking a deep and unnecessary breath Spike opened the door and ran to the nearest manhole cover.
Translations from Cherokee :
Gitli: dog
gadaha adv siqua: Dirty Pig
As soon as he did, Spike realized something was wrong. Something else was in the room with him. As he opened his eyes he found a dark beauty looking down at him. Her eyes were a deep brown like fertile soil, ready to be tilled. Her skin was the color of well worked leather, and her hair was as black as a raven. It was restrained in a single braid that, at the moment, was falling across her shoulder and brushing his chest. She held a knife in her hand and its point was poised above Spike's heart. His hands raised to push the woman off, but she shifted so that her knee was pressing into his gut. "Moving would not be wise Gitli, better to stay still and I will leave you alive, or at least I will not leave you a pile of dust." The woman smiled at her joke.
Spike considered for a moment and the woman decided to dig her knee cruelly into his stomach. "Bloody Hell woman, I'm not moving. What do you want with me? Cause I can tell you if its loving your wanting there are easier ways to go about it."
The woman allowed her knee to dig into Spike for a moment longer before standing "I want no pleasure from you gadaha adv siqua. I want you to send a message to the Golden One. I want you to tell her that I have information she may be interested in."
Spike pondered for a moment. "Where can she find you if she's interested?"
"I will find her." With that the woman turned, her braid flying out behind her like a whip. Then she was gone and Spike was left alone, except for the painful bruise already forming on his gut.
"Cant a guy get a few hours peace?" There was no one to answer him but the spiders and his own echo. Spike shook his head and searched for a fresh shirt. There was still a couple of hours before Buffy would leave for work, so he pulled his trusty blanket over his head and walked out the door.
Buffy Summers was exhausted. It had been a rough night. First the demon that spit disgusting purple juice that smelled like bananas and coffee and dirty gym socks all rolled into one. Then there was the vampire that was allergic to Buffy's perfume and sneezed throughout the entire fight. Of course to top it all off there was the fresh vamp that gloated over knocking her down. She didn't even get the satisfaction of staking that one. Spike did it for her. Spike. . . Buffy could not figure out what to do about him. He could make her knees go weak, as she sang a couple of weeks ago, he made her feel alive. But he was an evil vamp who only hesitated in killing her and her friends because of a chip in his head. The smell of coffee invaded her reverie Buffy decided to put off debating the Spike issue till after her caffeine fix. However just as she brought the cup of warm brown energy to her lips, a smoking mass burst thru her door and slammed into her. Luckily the majority of the hot coffee landed on Spike, who just yelped louder.
"Spike! What the hell do you think you're doing. Get off me." Buffy pushed against Spike but he just grinned and pined her to the ground with his hips.
"You didn't mind a few hours ago luv." Buffy responded with a knee to the groin. Spike groaned and rolled off. "A few more hits like that luv and there will be no more tumbles in the graveyard."
"Break my heart Spike. Now get off me and get out." Buffy managed to push Spike off of her and stood up. She walked to the door and held it open.
"Now Slayer no need to go rushing me off. I have a message for you. From a rather interesting lady. Came to my crypt and climbed in my bed. Not a bad way to deliver a message if you ask me. She was a pretty doll."
"Just tell me the message and get. . .she was in your bed?" Buffy turned to glare at Spike
"Now luv, don't get jealous, we didn't do the nasty if that's what you're worried about."
"Oh please Spike I could care less what, or who you do in your spare time."
Spike walked over and ran a hand down the side of Buffy's face and lightly teased her neck with his finger tips. Buffy leaned her head back and stifled a moan. Spike licked his lips and leaned his head to whisper in Buffy's ear. "Oh I can see how much you don't care luv. And dun worry she was pretty but not my type. To . . .stiff"
Buffy purred as Spike gently kissed her neck. Then she heard footsteps on the stairs and pushed Spike away. He laughed as Dawn skipped into the kitchen. "Hi Buff. Hi Spike. Good night slaying."
"Fine Dawn. Aren't you going to be late for school?" Buffy hastily tried to compose herself, much to Spike's amusement.
"Nope. Xander's gonna pick me up any minute." At that exact moment the door bell rang. Dawn grabbed her back pack from the counter and hugged Buffy goodbye. With a wave to Spike she bounded out of the kitchen. "That's him. See ya later."
Buffy watched her leave. "Man what I wouldn't give for her energy in the morning."
"I guess I wore you out ehe slayer." Spike's face eased into a smug look and he folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the refrigerator.
"Oh please Spike. Enough with the dirty comments. What's this message you have for me?" Buffy pushed Spike away from the door, inadvertently into a ray of sunlight from the window.
"Ouch. Careful luv- that's deadly stuff"
"If you don't tell me what the message is I'll push you out in the sun completely and just end this frustration." Buffy reached to open the door, but Spike stopped her.
"Alright luv. It was a real Tan doll, with a long braid. She's a native ya know. The ones that were here before you bloody Americans took over? Well all she said is she had some information you might be interested in. I asked her where we could find her and she said she would find you. Oh yea and she has wicked sharp knees." Spike grimaced and rubber his bruised abdomen.
"Okay I'm not going to give you the pleasure of responding to the comment about her sharp knees. So a Indian girl comes and tells you to tell me she has information? Fine. When she decides to contact me herself I will deal with it, right now I have to get ready for work, or I'll be late. I'm going to go take a shower, and before you ask- no I don't want company." Spike's face fell slightly. "When I get back down here Spike you better be gone understood?" Without waiting for an answer Buffy turned and practically ran upstairs.
Spike watched her go. Shaking his head he grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around himself. "Good Grief. You do the girl a favor and she kicks you out into the bright sunlight. Why do I put up with this? Oh yea because I'm a neutered vampire in love with the slayer. Oh well maybe now a bloke can get a nap in." Taking a deep and unnecessary breath Spike opened the door and ran to the nearest manhole cover.
Translations from Cherokee :
Gitli: dog
gadaha adv siqua: Dirty Pig