A/N Okay Guys after such a long wait here's chapter 3! Yes finally I got a
new chapter finished want me to tell you something that will make you even
happier? I've got chapter 4, 5, 6, and 7 written. Chapter 4 is at my beta I
hope to have it up soon.
Enjoy and Review.
I want to give a big, big, big, Thanks to my wonderful beta Alena :)
@sh
Chapter 3
A week later, things were back to normal. Dawn, despite the cast, was back to her normal social routine. Hank was back to his normal routine of ignoring both of his daughters by throwing himself into his work, only speaking to Dawn when she needed money, and only speaking to Buffy when he was unhappy about some household chore that he said she didn't do right.
Buffy didn't know how long she could take this. She was slowly going insane. Her father's constant bitching at her for not doing something right was so irritating that sometimes she just wanted to rip his throat out for even looking at her. The only time she even felt relaxed was the two hours she spent with Spike after her shift. She told her father she was working double shifts from now on because her manager was fired. He didn't seem to buy it, but when he called, and Spike had explained he needed his best and most trustworthy employee to work the late shift and lock up, he accepted it. Buffy and Spike's relationship had progressed in leaps and bounds, though both agreed they needed to take it slow.
After Buffy would finish with her shift, she would head up to Spike's loft above the bar. He would usually be working on the checking and income of the bar. Then, she would wait for him to finish; sometimes, she would help him with the payroll. After that, she and Spike would watch a movie or play a video game. When they got bored, they went on patrol. Spike would walk her home afterward, and he would stand outside and listen to her father yell at her, before he would see her light in her bedroom come on. Then, he would stand below her window until the sun was just about to peak over the horizon, and only then would he hightail it back to his loft.
Every day with her, he fell in love with her more and more. He would do anything for her, and every night, it killed him inside when she went in her house to her father. Tonight wasn't any different. He dropped her off out front of her house, and watched her go inside. He waited outside until dawn wasn't too far off, and then went home. Things went on like that for over a month, until one night, Buffy didn't show up for work. Spike called her house, but didn't get a answer. He grabbed his coat and went to find Buffy. He didn't have to look long. He found her at one of the local cemeteries. She was leaning against one of the trees, her hands on her stomach. Spike rushed over to Buffy as the scent of blood hit him.
"Buffy!" Spike called, dropping down next to her. "What happened, pet?" Buffy looked up at Spike. She was completely pale. That's when Spike noticed the bite mark on her neck. "Buffy," Spike said, bringing his hand up to the bite. Buffy looked down at her stomach, and removed her hands. There, Spike could see a hole in it, blood pouring, and her stake lying next to her, also covered in her blood. Spike laid her down on the ground.
"Spike," Buffy croaked.
"Yeah, pet?" Spike asked, taking his jacket off and pulling his red shirt off to use it to stop the bleeding.
"I'm going to die," she said softly.
"No, pet, you're going to be fine. I promise," Spike said.
"You're lying," she said weakly.
"No, I'm not. When have I ever lied to you?" He asked.
"Spike, I'm sorry," she said.
"Sorry for what, pet?"
"Sorry that I didn't tell you that I love you before." she said, coughing blood, clogging her throat.
"I love you too, Buffy, and I'm not going to lose you, not like this," Spike said, holding his beloved tightly in his arms. Buffy smiled sadly. Spike could hear her heart slowing as her eyes started to drift shut. "No, Buffy, pet, open your eyes; don't leave me, not now," Spike said, willing the tears in his eyes not to fall.
"I love you.William," Buffy said, before her eyes closed completely.
"No, Buffy, open your eyes," Spike said, shaking her lightly. "God, no," Spike said, his tears finally falling, grief settling over him. Suddenly, he looked up. "No, I'm not going to lose you, not now, not ever," he said, then bit into his wrist and placed it over Buffy's lips.
Buffy felt the blood slipping down her throat, a deep calm settling over her. She knew Spike wouldn't let her die, one way or another. He was going to keep her with him. The last thought she had, before she let the blackness of death settle over her, was that she hoped that, when she woke, she still had her soul with her.
TBC
I want to give a big, big, big, Thanks to my wonderful beta Alena :)
@sh
Chapter 3
A week later, things were back to normal. Dawn, despite the cast, was back to her normal social routine. Hank was back to his normal routine of ignoring both of his daughters by throwing himself into his work, only speaking to Dawn when she needed money, and only speaking to Buffy when he was unhappy about some household chore that he said she didn't do right.
Buffy didn't know how long she could take this. She was slowly going insane. Her father's constant bitching at her for not doing something right was so irritating that sometimes she just wanted to rip his throat out for even looking at her. The only time she even felt relaxed was the two hours she spent with Spike after her shift. She told her father she was working double shifts from now on because her manager was fired. He didn't seem to buy it, but when he called, and Spike had explained he needed his best and most trustworthy employee to work the late shift and lock up, he accepted it. Buffy and Spike's relationship had progressed in leaps and bounds, though both agreed they needed to take it slow.
After Buffy would finish with her shift, she would head up to Spike's loft above the bar. He would usually be working on the checking and income of the bar. Then, she would wait for him to finish; sometimes, she would help him with the payroll. After that, she and Spike would watch a movie or play a video game. When they got bored, they went on patrol. Spike would walk her home afterward, and he would stand outside and listen to her father yell at her, before he would see her light in her bedroom come on. Then, he would stand below her window until the sun was just about to peak over the horizon, and only then would he hightail it back to his loft.
Every day with her, he fell in love with her more and more. He would do anything for her, and every night, it killed him inside when she went in her house to her father. Tonight wasn't any different. He dropped her off out front of her house, and watched her go inside. He waited outside until dawn wasn't too far off, and then went home. Things went on like that for over a month, until one night, Buffy didn't show up for work. Spike called her house, but didn't get a answer. He grabbed his coat and went to find Buffy. He didn't have to look long. He found her at one of the local cemeteries. She was leaning against one of the trees, her hands on her stomach. Spike rushed over to Buffy as the scent of blood hit him.
"Buffy!" Spike called, dropping down next to her. "What happened, pet?" Buffy looked up at Spike. She was completely pale. That's when Spike noticed the bite mark on her neck. "Buffy," Spike said, bringing his hand up to the bite. Buffy looked down at her stomach, and removed her hands. There, Spike could see a hole in it, blood pouring, and her stake lying next to her, also covered in her blood. Spike laid her down on the ground.
"Spike," Buffy croaked.
"Yeah, pet?" Spike asked, taking his jacket off and pulling his red shirt off to use it to stop the bleeding.
"I'm going to die," she said softly.
"No, pet, you're going to be fine. I promise," Spike said.
"You're lying," she said weakly.
"No, I'm not. When have I ever lied to you?" He asked.
"Spike, I'm sorry," she said.
"Sorry for what, pet?"
"Sorry that I didn't tell you that I love you before." she said, coughing blood, clogging her throat.
"I love you too, Buffy, and I'm not going to lose you, not like this," Spike said, holding his beloved tightly in his arms. Buffy smiled sadly. Spike could hear her heart slowing as her eyes started to drift shut. "No, Buffy, pet, open your eyes; don't leave me, not now," Spike said, willing the tears in his eyes not to fall.
"I love you.William," Buffy said, before her eyes closed completely.
"No, Buffy, open your eyes," Spike said, shaking her lightly. "God, no," Spike said, his tears finally falling, grief settling over him. Suddenly, he looked up. "No, I'm not going to lose you, not now, not ever," he said, then bit into his wrist and placed it over Buffy's lips.
Buffy felt the blood slipping down her throat, a deep calm settling over her. She knew Spike wouldn't let her die, one way or another. He was going to keep her with him. The last thought she had, before she let the blackness of death settle over her, was that she hoped that, when she woke, she still had her soul with her.
TBC
