Chapter 7
Spike slowly opened his eyes, he couldn't seem to remember anything and his head was pounding. He figured he just had a bad hangover and decided to sleep it off. He tried to move his hands up to use them as a pillow, but found he couldn't. He tugged and heard metal chains clinking. He opened his eyes fully and starred. He was handcuffed in a bathtub. Suddenly everything that had happened came back to him in a rush. He had been hit with a tranquilizer by Giles, and Buffy had been part of the plan. Bloody bitch!
"Buffy! Get your ass up here and explain what I am doing here!" he roared. "Otherwise I'll have to kill you." He added as an afterthought, maybe she needed some incentive. He waited, listening, he heard a muffled argument from downstairs and then feet pounding up the stairs. Moments later the door flung open. Buffy stood there, trying to look as though she had walked casually up the stairs, and was not responding to his call. She was failing, miserably.
"Oh Spike, I was just coming up to check on you." She smiled, calmly, while pushing her hair out of her face, and straitening it up.
"You were, were you?" He said equally calm, "It had nothing to do with my yelled threats?"
"Spike, think about it, your chained to a bathtub, what could you possibly do?"
"I think I could do a lot if you took a step closer." Spike breathed huskily, he wiggled his eyebrows, suggestively and Buffy shivered. Don't move, she told herself, but her body wasn't listening, she found herself moving closer to Spike.
Spike stared as she moved closer, he hadn't expected her to actually listen to him. He swallowed, what was he supposed to do now? Succumb to his desires or try to get away. And then she was next to him, and Spike couldn't think anymore. He moved his chained hands and traced one finger up her arm. She shuddered and leaned closer to him, eyes closing, he lifted his head to meet her, and realized what was happening. He pulled back abruptly. Buffy opened her eyes and jumped back, as if she had just woken up.
"Spike, what just happened?" she asked nervously.
"You just tried to kiss me, that's what happened!" He tried to sound angry.
"What! You so tried to kiss me!" she shouted.
"I bloody well did not!" he retorted. "If you must know I was trying to bite you."
"What?" Buffy gasped, Spike wouldn't bite her, would he?
"Well I wasn't going to kill you. I was just gonna suck you 'til you were unconcious and then call ol' Rupes in. I'd threaten to drain you, unless he let me go, and then he'd have no choice but to unchain me." Spike thought over his quick lie, it sounded sutibly evil, Buffy wouldn't suspect what he was really feeling.
"Yeah well, I was just teasing you by showing you my perfect neck, with all the blood pumping through it and then pulling it away before you could bite." Buffy was satisfied with her lie as well, it seemed like something she would do. She thought over what Spike had said again. "Then why would you pull away?" she asked quizzically.
"Right, well, I knew that it was wrong."
Buffy snorted.
"What pet, you think I don't know right from wrong? I do, I just choose to do what I want. And I like to be bad"
"Do you ever want to be good?" she asked him, he could tell by the way she looked at him the she was serious. He wasn't sure how to answer, he wanted to say that she made him want to be good. She made him want to do everything to make her happy but he couldn't. So he settled on an answer that wouldn't make him look like a pansy, but would show her that he was serious too.
"Sometimes, but only when I think of you." He met her eyes, as he heard what he had said. He hadn't meant to, it just sort of slipped out. Was she going to laugh it off like she had everything else?
"I know the feeling." She sighed, "Sometimes I want to be bad with you." He looked over at her, did she have any idea what she said? She giggled.
"I, I didn't mean it that way, just in a stop killing evil and cut down street signs sort of way." She looked rather flustered, Spike found it amusing, and he chuckled too. Soon they were both laughing, and very loudly at that.
Downstairs, Giles heard them. What could possibly be going on up there? He decided to investigate. He opened the bathroom door, Buffy was lying on the floor holding her sides, while Spike's head was leaned back against the back of the tub as he shook with mirth.
"Buffy, Spike, what are you two doing?" They both looked up abruptly, surprised by his seemingly sudden appearance.
"We were just, hanging out?" Buffy said hesitantly.
"Hanging out with the dangerous, insane, hostage? Now that does sound like a barrel of laughs." Giles spat sarcastically.
"Well, I am a funny guy." Spike shrugged and looked at Buffy, she seemed very apprehensive about Giles figuring out what they were really doing. So he didn't say anything else. Giles looked at the two of them and decided to leave the subject alone.
"So Giles mate, why don't you tell me why you have me all tied up in what I assume is your bathtub? I asked Little Miss Muffet over there but she wouldn't say anything." Spike glanced over at Buffy, she caught his eye and scowled. He smirked.
"Well Spike, since you are a very dangerous creature we decided it would be best to detain you, so that you can't hurt anyone." Giles answered carefully.
"You're just helping out humanity then, by keeping me in here. Do you do this with most of the evil undead or just me?" Spike asked, less then convinced. They had more of a motive than that.
"You are more of a threat than most." Giles informed him.
"So why didn't you just kill me, afraid the slayer over here can't handle it?" Buffy glared at him.
"I do not doubt Buffy's ability, but since we have no proof that you have been feeding, as of late, it is against the slayer code of morals to kill you. Innocent until proven guilty and all that." Giles grimaced at his horrible lie, but he couldn't tell Spike that Buffy thought he had changed. Why wasn't she helping him out of this?
Spike grinned at Giles' awful lie, yeah they were hiding something, he just had to find out what.
"So how long are you planning on keeping me here then?"
"Just until we find out what we need to know," Giles spoke without thinking, never a good thing to do with Spike.
"So you're looking for information then?" Spike asked with a sly smile.
"What?!" Giles was clearly having a hard time, "No, I mean until we can figure out what should be done with you."
"Right." Spike said, showing he knew Giles was being less than truthful.
"Well on that note, we'll be going then. Come on Buffy." She got up and they went downstairs.
"I'll bring you up something to eat later Spike." Giles called over his shoulder. Buffy didn't even look back.
Spike began to contemplate whether or not he could break out of these chains. He was pretty sure he could, but he decided to wait a little longer and see what this was all about.
Buffy lay in her bed that night thinking about Spike, and what had happened. I don't know what happened, she decided, but it's no going to happen again. That damn peroxide ass was just trying to trick her. Well from now on, it was no more Mr. Nice Buffy. She woul go back to hating Spike's guts, and the rest of him as well, except for maybe his yummy abs. Shut up brain! She told herself. I hate Spike, I hate Spike, I hate Spike.
Meanwhile Spike lay in the bathtub thinking about Buffy. Annoying chit. He didn't know he could have ever thought about liking her. She made him sick, kidnapping him and all. I don't know why I've been so nice, he thought. But tomorrow I'm going to hate her again. I hate Buffy, I love Buffy, NO! I hate Buffy, I hate Buffy. And repeating that to himself, he fell asleep.
Spike slowly opened his eyes, he couldn't seem to remember anything and his head was pounding. He figured he just had a bad hangover and decided to sleep it off. He tried to move his hands up to use them as a pillow, but found he couldn't. He tugged and heard metal chains clinking. He opened his eyes fully and starred. He was handcuffed in a bathtub. Suddenly everything that had happened came back to him in a rush. He had been hit with a tranquilizer by Giles, and Buffy had been part of the plan. Bloody bitch!
"Buffy! Get your ass up here and explain what I am doing here!" he roared. "Otherwise I'll have to kill you." He added as an afterthought, maybe she needed some incentive. He waited, listening, he heard a muffled argument from downstairs and then feet pounding up the stairs. Moments later the door flung open. Buffy stood there, trying to look as though she had walked casually up the stairs, and was not responding to his call. She was failing, miserably.
"Oh Spike, I was just coming up to check on you." She smiled, calmly, while pushing her hair out of her face, and straitening it up.
"You were, were you?" He said equally calm, "It had nothing to do with my yelled threats?"
"Spike, think about it, your chained to a bathtub, what could you possibly do?"
"I think I could do a lot if you took a step closer." Spike breathed huskily, he wiggled his eyebrows, suggestively and Buffy shivered. Don't move, she told herself, but her body wasn't listening, she found herself moving closer to Spike.
Spike stared as she moved closer, he hadn't expected her to actually listen to him. He swallowed, what was he supposed to do now? Succumb to his desires or try to get away. And then she was next to him, and Spike couldn't think anymore. He moved his chained hands and traced one finger up her arm. She shuddered and leaned closer to him, eyes closing, he lifted his head to meet her, and realized what was happening. He pulled back abruptly. Buffy opened her eyes and jumped back, as if she had just woken up.
"Spike, what just happened?" she asked nervously.
"You just tried to kiss me, that's what happened!" He tried to sound angry.
"What! You so tried to kiss me!" she shouted.
"I bloody well did not!" he retorted. "If you must know I was trying to bite you."
"What?" Buffy gasped, Spike wouldn't bite her, would he?
"Well I wasn't going to kill you. I was just gonna suck you 'til you were unconcious and then call ol' Rupes in. I'd threaten to drain you, unless he let me go, and then he'd have no choice but to unchain me." Spike thought over his quick lie, it sounded sutibly evil, Buffy wouldn't suspect what he was really feeling.
"Yeah well, I was just teasing you by showing you my perfect neck, with all the blood pumping through it and then pulling it away before you could bite." Buffy was satisfied with her lie as well, it seemed like something she would do. She thought over what Spike had said again. "Then why would you pull away?" she asked quizzically.
"Right, well, I knew that it was wrong."
Buffy snorted.
"What pet, you think I don't know right from wrong? I do, I just choose to do what I want. And I like to be bad"
"Do you ever want to be good?" she asked him, he could tell by the way she looked at him the she was serious. He wasn't sure how to answer, he wanted to say that she made him want to be good. She made him want to do everything to make her happy but he couldn't. So he settled on an answer that wouldn't make him look like a pansy, but would show her that he was serious too.
"Sometimes, but only when I think of you." He met her eyes, as he heard what he had said. He hadn't meant to, it just sort of slipped out. Was she going to laugh it off like she had everything else?
"I know the feeling." She sighed, "Sometimes I want to be bad with you." He looked over at her, did she have any idea what she said? She giggled.
"I, I didn't mean it that way, just in a stop killing evil and cut down street signs sort of way." She looked rather flustered, Spike found it amusing, and he chuckled too. Soon they were both laughing, and very loudly at that.
Downstairs, Giles heard them. What could possibly be going on up there? He decided to investigate. He opened the bathroom door, Buffy was lying on the floor holding her sides, while Spike's head was leaned back against the back of the tub as he shook with mirth.
"Buffy, Spike, what are you two doing?" They both looked up abruptly, surprised by his seemingly sudden appearance.
"We were just, hanging out?" Buffy said hesitantly.
"Hanging out with the dangerous, insane, hostage? Now that does sound like a barrel of laughs." Giles spat sarcastically.
"Well, I am a funny guy." Spike shrugged and looked at Buffy, she seemed very apprehensive about Giles figuring out what they were really doing. So he didn't say anything else. Giles looked at the two of them and decided to leave the subject alone.
"So Giles mate, why don't you tell me why you have me all tied up in what I assume is your bathtub? I asked Little Miss Muffet over there but she wouldn't say anything." Spike glanced over at Buffy, she caught his eye and scowled. He smirked.
"Well Spike, since you are a very dangerous creature we decided it would be best to detain you, so that you can't hurt anyone." Giles answered carefully.
"You're just helping out humanity then, by keeping me in here. Do you do this with most of the evil undead or just me?" Spike asked, less then convinced. They had more of a motive than that.
"You are more of a threat than most." Giles informed him.
"So why didn't you just kill me, afraid the slayer over here can't handle it?" Buffy glared at him.
"I do not doubt Buffy's ability, but since we have no proof that you have been feeding, as of late, it is against the slayer code of morals to kill you. Innocent until proven guilty and all that." Giles grimaced at his horrible lie, but he couldn't tell Spike that Buffy thought he had changed. Why wasn't she helping him out of this?
Spike grinned at Giles' awful lie, yeah they were hiding something, he just had to find out what.
"So how long are you planning on keeping me here then?"
"Just until we find out what we need to know," Giles spoke without thinking, never a good thing to do with Spike.
"So you're looking for information then?" Spike asked with a sly smile.
"What?!" Giles was clearly having a hard time, "No, I mean until we can figure out what should be done with you."
"Right." Spike said, showing he knew Giles was being less than truthful.
"Well on that note, we'll be going then. Come on Buffy." She got up and they went downstairs.
"I'll bring you up something to eat later Spike." Giles called over his shoulder. Buffy didn't even look back.
Spike began to contemplate whether or not he could break out of these chains. He was pretty sure he could, but he decided to wait a little longer and see what this was all about.
Buffy lay in her bed that night thinking about Spike, and what had happened. I don't know what happened, she decided, but it's no going to happen again. That damn peroxide ass was just trying to trick her. Well from now on, it was no more Mr. Nice Buffy. She woul go back to hating Spike's guts, and the rest of him as well, except for maybe his yummy abs. Shut up brain! She told herself. I hate Spike, I hate Spike, I hate Spike.
Meanwhile Spike lay in the bathtub thinking about Buffy. Annoying chit. He didn't know he could have ever thought about liking her. She made him sick, kidnapping him and all. I don't know why I've been so nice, he thought. But tomorrow I'm going to hate her again. I hate Buffy, I love Buffy, NO! I hate Buffy, I hate Buffy. And repeating that to himself, he fell asleep.
