Author's Note: Sorry this took so long to update. This may make no sense whatsoever...plus I can't remember the other chapters very well.
Disclaimer: A part of a quote in here is from episode #115, which is in season six, titled "As You Were." (Yeah, folks, there'll probably angst.)
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~Explanation Part 3~
Anya and Xander sat down at the kitchen table because the carpenter was currently unable to look one of his best friends, the Slayer, in the eye. He had gone into the kitchen to escape the situation and Anya had followed, persistently asking if they could go home and have sex now.
Xander got up and looked into the living room, shaking his head. He saw the 'couples' and noticed that Dawn was falling asleep in her chair, the only thought that came to his mind at this was: How sweet can that girl be....
Buffy was sitting on the couch with Spike's head in her lap. Her hand absently stroked his semi-curled hair and he seemed to be unconscious. The Vampire Slayer looked over at Willow and Tara, the two were smiling and staring at each other.
Willow and Tara could only see each other, and Buffy wished she hadn't ruined her friendship with Spike. She could talk to him about nothing and everything...just anything, any thought. She missed that. 'Why,' she would ask herself sometimes, 'do I even want to be around him? Why haven't I staked him?' Other times though, she thought, 'How can I think of hurting him? He's such a sweet creature.' The latter were what she tried to never think, and had been successful at not thinking them from the night at the abandoned house to now. She needed an explanation, but she didn't want to wake her vampire lover after everything she had put him through, he deserved to rest.
The feisty, demon-battling blonde carefully moved out from under Spike. She stood up and Spike's less swollen eye opened and watched her. Buffy looked down at him and sighed, she might as well ask him later. After all, he was still sore since she had beaten him to a bloody pulp.
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It had been an hour since Buffy had left him by himself on the couch and he had gotten some much needed sleep during that time.
The vampire sighed and watched as Buffy walked down the stairs from her room - where she had been hiding.
She approached him cautiously and gave him a sympathetic look when he tried to smile at her and winced in pain. He once again watched her.
"Spike? Are you awake?" she asked.
His voice was a hoarse whispe, "Yeah, luv."
The Slayer looked to see no one around, "Can we talk?"
"Aren't we already?" He was trying to sound like he was alright, but she knew better by now.
She kneeled on the floor next to him, her face a blank mask, "I needed an explantion for my feelings around you, there was none," she started seriously. "Spike, what happened between us..." she blushed a little before her face again showed no emotion. "This is killing me," the Slayer looked at some of the various bruises and wounds visible from her position, sadness seeping into her features, "...and I'm killing you."
Spike looked at her with anguish, tears threatening to pour down his mottled face, "Buffy..."
"I'm sorry." Then, she left him there to deal with their emotional mess.
~To Be Continued...~
Author's Note 2: What do you think? Angsty enough for ya? Sorry if you don't like angst, but it *is* listed in the genre. Review please, it'll probably help get to the fluffiness of chapters to come. By the way, sorry the chapter is short.
Disclaimer: A part of a quote in here is from episode #115, which is in season six, titled "As You Were." (Yeah, folks, there'll probably angst.)
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~Explanation Part 3~
Anya and Xander sat down at the kitchen table because the carpenter was currently unable to look one of his best friends, the Slayer, in the eye. He had gone into the kitchen to escape the situation and Anya had followed, persistently asking if they could go home and have sex now.
Xander got up and looked into the living room, shaking his head. He saw the 'couples' and noticed that Dawn was falling asleep in her chair, the only thought that came to his mind at this was: How sweet can that girl be....
Buffy was sitting on the couch with Spike's head in her lap. Her hand absently stroked his semi-curled hair and he seemed to be unconscious. The Vampire Slayer looked over at Willow and Tara, the two were smiling and staring at each other.
Willow and Tara could only see each other, and Buffy wished she hadn't ruined her friendship with Spike. She could talk to him about nothing and everything...just anything, any thought. She missed that. 'Why,' she would ask herself sometimes, 'do I even want to be around him? Why haven't I staked him?' Other times though, she thought, 'How can I think of hurting him? He's such a sweet creature.' The latter were what she tried to never think, and had been successful at not thinking them from the night at the abandoned house to now. She needed an explanation, but she didn't want to wake her vampire lover after everything she had put him through, he deserved to rest.
The feisty, demon-battling blonde carefully moved out from under Spike. She stood up and Spike's less swollen eye opened and watched her. Buffy looked down at him and sighed, she might as well ask him later. After all, he was still sore since she had beaten him to a bloody pulp.
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It had been an hour since Buffy had left him by himself on the couch and he had gotten some much needed sleep during that time.
The vampire sighed and watched as Buffy walked down the stairs from her room - where she had been hiding.
She approached him cautiously and gave him a sympathetic look when he tried to smile at her and winced in pain. He once again watched her.
"Spike? Are you awake?" she asked.
His voice was a hoarse whispe, "Yeah, luv."
The Slayer looked to see no one around, "Can we talk?"
"Aren't we already?" He was trying to sound like he was alright, but she knew better by now.
She kneeled on the floor next to him, her face a blank mask, "I needed an explantion for my feelings around you, there was none," she started seriously. "Spike, what happened between us..." she blushed a little before her face again showed no emotion. "This is killing me," the Slayer looked at some of the various bruises and wounds visible from her position, sadness seeping into her features, "...and I'm killing you."
Spike looked at her with anguish, tears threatening to pour down his mottled face, "Buffy..."
"I'm sorry." Then, she left him there to deal with their emotional mess.
~To Be Continued...~
Author's Note 2: What do you think? Angsty enough for ya? Sorry if you don't like angst, but it *is* listed in the genre. Review please, it'll probably help get to the fluffiness of chapters to come. By the way, sorry the chapter is short.