Part Two

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Spike saw her fall from across the cemetery, and raced over and dusted the vamp before he even knew what happened.

He picked up Buffy and felt for her pulse, knowing instinctively that it wouldn't be there. He had seen the young vampire turn her.

Spike picked up her limp body and carried her towards the house; all the while tear-tracks sliding down his face.

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When he opened the front door, he was met with the faces of the Scoobies and SIT's, going from curious to shocked to a look of realization drenched in horror. Spikes' own face remained passive, but still tears rushed down his cheeks. As he walked up the steps, he spoke one word; "Turned."

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Spike laid Buffy on her bed, the one that had once been her mothers'. Two people who had slept in that bed were now dead-or almost dead-and Spike was beginning to believe that the bed was cursed.

He lay down beside her and wrapped his arms around her back, barely stifling a sob. The tears were now coming in waves, and he had no intention of holding them back.

Dawn walked into the room and sat down in the chair.

"Will she have a soul?" She asked.

"I don't know."

"If she doesn't, will you stake her?" She asked quietly.

Spike looked up at her with a shocked look on his face. "You would actually ask me to do that?" He asked, disgust lacing his words.

"No." Dawn looked down at her feet. Spike regretted his words, and held out his arms for her, of which she readily complied, slipping in on the other side of him so that Spike was in the middle.

"I'm so sorry I didn't get there soon enough." Spike trailed off and elapsed back into sobs.

"Hey, it's not your fault. She wouldn't want you to think that." Dawn suddenly broke down in tears herself.

"I didn't even-maybe we could curse her, like the curse Angel had?" She cried.

"I don't know, Nibblet, I just don't know."

They fell asleep wrapped around each other.

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Buffy woke up with a startling ache in her stomach. She was surprised; she thought she had convinced herself not to be hungry long ago.

The next thing she noticed were the two bodies beside her. She looked to find that it was Dawn and Spike.

The third thing she noticed was that she wasn't breathing, and that she didn't feel hot or cold, just neutral.

Buffy started to get an evil look on her face. She slowly turned to face Spike and put her mouth up to his ear.

"Oh, Spiiikkkeee." She whispered, "Wakey, wakey." She then sucked his earlobe into her mouth.

Spike's eyelids fluttered open at the touch, and came face to face with a fully vamped out Buffy. Spike stifled a groan.

"Buffy, love, what are you doing?" He whispered, so as not to wake Dawn.

"What do you think I'm doing?" She asked back in a seductive whisper.

Spike flipped her over so that she was underneath him.

"I think you're proving me right about my thoughts that you don't have a soul."

He then got up and led her out of the room, and she shifted out of vamp face as they reached the steps.

"Where're we going?" She asked.

"We're going to see if we can fix you."

"I don't need fixed. And I'm hungry." She said this just as they reached the kitchen, where her friends were all staring at her in shock.

"Hello, sweethearts." She said in a slow drawl, a smirk creeping upon her features.

"Buffy?" Xander could barely make out the words, but it was more than anyone else was doing. Giles was sitting there with a defeated look about him, and everyone else was just gaping at her through tear-stained eyes.

"That's what they call me." She said cheerily.

Spike looked at her, still not letting go of her hand.

"I'm not going to run off. But I am hungry. And not for a pina coloda, either." Buffy said, smirking at the bleached-blonde.

Spike grimaced and let go of her hand, making his way over to the fridge. As he got out a package of blood, he looked back at her with a weary gaze.

Buffy pouted her lip. " Oh, don't be that way, Spikey. You know it wasn't your fault." She then turned her expression to a malicious grin. "Just one more time that you weren't enough, couldn't save me."

Spike spun fully around and slammed her up against the wall, oblivious to their audience.

"Be thankful you don't have a soul, or I would've ripped your throat out for that." Contrary to his outward appearance, inside, Spike was thinking about the very thing she had suggested.

"Don't pretend, baby. I read you like an open book." She then slammed her lips against his, her tongue forcing its' way inside his mouth.

After about 5 seconds, Spike realized what they were doing and pushed her away from him.

"I will NOT be your escape. I can read you to, you know. Even without your soul, you have so much pain and disgust in yourself. Pretend all you want. But do NOT use me."

With that, Spike stormed out of the room.

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A/N: Please review. I need to know what you think. Lots of love,

Andi