"Used"
By; Foolinq Love
The Slayer stared at the platinum blonde vampire with wide, emerald pools of confusion and pain. As he looked back at her, he knew she felt bad for her actions. Something inside him had broken when he saw those two pairs of lips met together. Now, Spike and Buffy stood in the back of the Summers residence. Angel and the gang were inside, probably going over plans and research findings. Yet, the leader and her support stood outside, looking at each other. One was there for answers, while the other was there for support. It was obvious only one would get their wish granted.
"So, he's back," Spike said softly, his British accent so clear and defined. Odd how it was still ripe after all these years in America. Angel lost his accent; he worked with a fury to rid of it. To rid of his horrid past as Liam. Shame, it was. The Slayer's eyes fell to the green grass under her black boots. Eyes falling to the place she once rested in peace. She sometimes missed it. Spike caught her hues at the ground. Extending a hand, he brought her visage up, looking up at his again.
Dropping his hand, the Slayer's head stayed up. She took in a deep breath of the cool night air and responded with a simple, "Yeah." Looking into the azure pools of dismay and disappointment, she shifted uneasily. "He knew he was needed. The big battle against the First and all. That's the only reason," she explained. Jealousy was expected of the blonde vampire and when the love of his un-life looked into his eyes, she saw it. She saw that hatred of his sire rage in his blood.
"I saw. I saw the kiss and the way your eyes shinned when you saw him," he said softly to her. Pain filled him the moment their lips touched. He filled with hatred for both, but he could never actually hate Buffy. No. He loved her with every ounce of his soul and body. She was his world. She was his everything.
Emerald eyes gently closed. Sighing heavily, she opened them, looking into the vampire's eyes. "You know I'll always love him, but he left me so I could have this normal life—not knowing that I wouldn't understand. He says he loved me, but in my eyes, he didn't. You, Spike, never left me. Even when I screamed at you to leave, you didn't. You can look into my eyes and read me like a book." She took a long rest, moving closer to the vampire. Placing a warm hand upon his cheek, she looked deep into his eyes. "That's the difference between you and him."
Scoffing at her words, Spike chuckled. "What does that have to do with Slaya?" he spit out. "You love him and I was your rebound guy. I accept that. I know you kissed him. I know why. But, I want to know why you had to break my heart again?" His voice became softer as his words went on.
Perplexed, the Slayer raised a brow at him. She didn't understand it. "W-what do you mean?" she asked, tripping over her words. Her hand dropped to her side as she looked at him in confusion. A gentle smirk came across the male's lips as he looked at her. That sick grin of his was saying—"You know."
"Don't pretend you don't know Slaya," he said bitterly. "It's obvious you know. You've broken and smashed my heart countless times. Then, you mended it and cradled it warmly, misleading me to this. Why now? Why after all this?" he asked. He was hurt by her actions, but how many times had she hurt him with them? How many times had she plainly hurt him? This time, Spike was taking it seriously. He took it further than normally this time. Usually, he'd shrug it off, but this time, he was clearly upset.
Confused in how to explain her greeting to her ex, the Slayer didn't say a word. She looked at Spike, as if ashamed of what she had done now. "Ah," he said, "don't want to talk about it now. Well, I do." He took a step away from her and began, "After every time you've hurt me, I've ignored it and still loved you with all my heart. Haven't you ever wondered if one day, I'd just get sick of it, and walk away?" He didn't wait for her answer. "I can't deal with it anymore. I don't want to either. You, Slaya, have finally drove me over the edge. You've finally forced me to leave."
Gazing up at him, she didn't know what to say. "Spike. . . I don't. You—but . . .you can't," she said in a sad tone. He couldn't leave her now. Not before the final battle. What was he thinking? He couldn't up and leave her now. But, oh, he could. He had enough of her using him. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Gently, she gazed a hand against his cheek. "Please," she whispered.
Closing his eyes, Spike tried to ignore her. "I'm tired of being used Slayer. I'm finished." He removed her hand from his face and turned around. Combat boots smashed on the ground as the platinum blonde moved away from the Slayer. Away from his life. Away from Dawn. Away from the battle.
Tears began to well in her eyes as she watched him move away. She felt a hand fall upon her shoulder. "Where's he going?" asked Angel. Buffy looked down, tears dropping to the grass below. Saying nothing, she moved away from the other vampire and into her abode.