If she was ever going to have any moment of peace in her life, Buffy
realized that she needed to let go of the past. She was a woman of action,
why did she spend so much time dwelling on things over and done with. She
had briefly glimpsed that fact after fighting with Dawn by her side in the
grave. IN the last year especially, she had spent too much time longing
for the things she couldn't go back to. But it was hard, the moving on,
learning, accepting . . .
What better way to start anew than with the person (or vampire) who had suffered the most because of her? People can change, why was that so hard for her to accept? Spike had proven himself time and time again. He had his moments and his motivation was far from selfless much of the time, but whose wasn't?
"So . . ." Buffy began, searching for something, anything to say.
"Might want to watch your back, luv," Spike motioned behind her with his chin.
Buffy whipped around to see two fierce vamps advancing on her. She shrugged; she'd seen worse. She turned to tell Spike as much, but saw something to change her mind.
"Looks like you should be watching yours," she quipped, indicating the two behind him, plus two more on each side making eight in all.
Spike raised his scarred eyebrow and gave Buffy one of his trademark smirks, "Good to know some things never change. Shall we?"
Few things in Sunnydale could be counted on, but attacks en masse was one of them.
~*~
Buffy struggled under one of the last particularly vicious and rather potent vamps. She was exhausted and it was taking all of her remaining strength to keep him away from her neck. Slayer strength did have its limits. The minute she got out of this, Buffy was heading home to her nice, warm, comfy bed. She struggled but couldn't shake the persistent vamp. At the last moment, she found herself covered in dust.
Coughing, she looked up to see Spike's proffered hand. Gratefully, Buffy took it, getting to her feet unsteadily. Spike eyed her with concern.
"Spike, I'm fine. Don't give me that look. Lots of work, little to no sleep, attacked by eight vamps . . . who wouldn't be a bit tired. Good times," Buffy said as her legs gave out beneath her.
Spike lifted her up with ease. "No use in arguing, pet, you're in no position." Getting no response, he saw that she was already out. Sighing he carried her into his crypt.
What better way to start anew than with the person (or vampire) who had suffered the most because of her? People can change, why was that so hard for her to accept? Spike had proven himself time and time again. He had his moments and his motivation was far from selfless much of the time, but whose wasn't?
"So . . ." Buffy began, searching for something, anything to say.
"Might want to watch your back, luv," Spike motioned behind her with his chin.
Buffy whipped around to see two fierce vamps advancing on her. She shrugged; she'd seen worse. She turned to tell Spike as much, but saw something to change her mind.
"Looks like you should be watching yours," she quipped, indicating the two behind him, plus two more on each side making eight in all.
Spike raised his scarred eyebrow and gave Buffy one of his trademark smirks, "Good to know some things never change. Shall we?"
Few things in Sunnydale could be counted on, but attacks en masse was one of them.
~*~
Buffy struggled under one of the last particularly vicious and rather potent vamps. She was exhausted and it was taking all of her remaining strength to keep him away from her neck. Slayer strength did have its limits. The minute she got out of this, Buffy was heading home to her nice, warm, comfy bed. She struggled but couldn't shake the persistent vamp. At the last moment, she found herself covered in dust.
Coughing, she looked up to see Spike's proffered hand. Gratefully, Buffy took it, getting to her feet unsteadily. Spike eyed her with concern.
"Spike, I'm fine. Don't give me that look. Lots of work, little to no sleep, attacked by eight vamps . . . who wouldn't be a bit tired. Good times," Buffy said as her legs gave out beneath her.
Spike lifted her up with ease. "No use in arguing, pet, you're in no position." Getting no response, he saw that she was already out. Sighing he carried her into his crypt.
