Authors note: How bad is this fic?? I am soo ashamed!! Neways I have decided to try and finish it off even though its probably not worth saving and I can't really remember what I was going to do with it. Also sorry to the Spike fans. I love him too but sometimes you gotta take the good with the bad.

Here Goes..

Chap 8

Buffy woke the next morning lying on Angel's chest. She loved this moment, where she could lie completely still and know he was asleep, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in and out.

So there she lay, listening to the thump thump of his heart as he continued his sleep.

He stirred not long after she woke, he always did that, knew when she had awoken, knew when to wake up.

"Hey babe." He kissed the top of her head.

"Hey." She mumbled back, still listening to his heart.

"Whatcha doing today?"

"Going over Willow's, going to have a girly day out."

"OK." Angel answers simply and makes a move to get out of bed.

There's a small groan from the bed as he sits on the side.

"What?"

"Don't get up, I was half sleeping." A pout appears on Buffy's face.

"Well tough! I've got to go to work this morning." Angel smiled in reply and slid his jeans on.

******

Angel had left and Buffy was still curled up half asleep. She heard the door open and ignored it. *He's forgot something as usual * She thought to herself and closed her eyes to let sleep drift over her.

She was walking along a beach on a hot summers day, she felt a kiss on the back of her neck, "Angel" She turned to face her lover. "No pet, not angel."

Buffy woke frantically and turned in her bed, her dream or should she say nightmare was true. There lay Spike, his body curled around hers.

"Get out." Buffy mumbled defiantly.

"No." Spike's cold blue eyes stared back.

"Fine." Buffy shrugged and allowed Spike to advance closer. As soon as he was in range she kicked out, catching his balls hard with the end of her foot.

Spike let out a cry of pain and curled up tight.

Buffy took her chance and made a run for it, out of her room and into the bathroom where she knew there was a lock. She bolted the door behind her as she heard his footsteps echoing down the hallway, his voice deep and bellowing.

"Come back Bitch." He reached the bathroom and pounded on the door.

Buffy slide down the door and let the tears fall. Why hadn't they changed the locks? Why? Moments passed and everything fell silent as she heard his footsteps fade away. Where was he going? She heard the front door shut and she sighed, obviously he had given up. Phew!

Buffy opened the door a crack and peered out, there was no one there. She opened it wider and stepped out, bare foot into the corridor. Still there was no one. She walked down the hallway to the telephone that was on the kitchen table. Still she heard nothing. She picked it up and started to dial Angel's number at work, she had to tell him - she needed him home.

Suddenly a hand grabs the phone and flings it across the room. Buffy's gaze was met with blue eyes. She screamed and backed up till she was against the work counter, her back pressing into the solid wood.

"Spike, no." She tried to hide her fear.

Then she felt it, the cold, familiar feeling of a stainless steel knife rested on the counter behind her back, Angel had left it out from cutting bread earlier that morning. Her hands found the handle and she lunged forward, scraping Spike's upper arm with the tip. Blood drizzled down his arm.

His face flushed red with anger as he grabbed hold of Buffy from behind as she tried to make a run for the door, his hand came up and grabbed her wrist, twisting it so she almost dropped the knife. Almost. What a good thing that would have been if she had dropped the knife.

******

Angel heard his phone ring and leapt over a stool to pick it up.

"Hello Buffy." He smiled as he spoke looking at the display.

There was no answer.

"Buffy?"

He heard a scream and he knew something was up. "Buffy!" His voice became more urgent.

"Spike, no" Spike? Angel blazed with anger as he dropped the phone and made a run for the front door.

******

The door to the flat was open. Shit, that's the first bad sign. Angel walked cautiously into the front living room. "Buffy?" his voice was quiet.

No one was in the living room.

He made a move to the kitchen and he heard it. A faint whimper. He flew open the door and rushed inside. His heart skipped a beat when he saw what was lying on the floor.

****** FLASHBACK - MOMENTS EARLIER.

"Don't think so love." Spike's voice was slurred.

Buffy struggled with him but he was too strong. She turned to face him and saw the knife was her last chance. She pushed it towards his shoulder praying that she could have enough strength. Damn her strength.

Spike saw what was coming and forced the knife back, not realising how weak Buffy was now feeling. With one quick moment the knife was embedded in her stomach, blood poured out onto the white tiles, staining them an ugly scarlet. Spike panicked and ran.

******

"Angel?" Her voice was weak as Angel desperately applied pressure to the wound but it was useless, his hands were now covered in his girls blood, the sticky substance oozed out over his hands.

"Shh, It's ok baby, it's going to be ok. An ambulance is on it's way."

His voice was soothing although already she could feel her heart slowing down.

"I love you so much." Salty tears ran down her cheeks.

"I love you." Angel replied, feeling tears well up inside.

Her eyes started to flicker as she could feel her body losing energy. "Angel." She whispered till her eyes shut, sending her into a dark and dreamless sleep.

"Buffy!" He cried out, clinging to her body, his hands now moved from her stomach to her head, desperately trying to wake her up. "Stay with me." His voice wavered as the tears came. The medics ran in and pulled him off of her and started their work. "I-Is she dead?" Angel asked the medic close by.

"No, not yet, but her pulse is very weak."

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