Prophecy
Chapter 4
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Buffy walked slowly through the cemetery, looking around for any sings of movement. It was almost dawn and she had yet to find something to slay.
She had been unable to sleep all night and this was the third patrol for the night. All she could think about was Spike.
All Summer she had been hoping that he would come back and now that he had finally returned, it was only making things more complicated.
Buffy jumped when she felt a hand touch her shoulder. She hadn't even noticed that someone had been following her. She spun around, ready to attack, but relaxed when she saw it was just Spike.
"God, Spike! Why do you have to do that?" Buffy asked angrily.
"Do what?" Spike asked.
"Sneak up on people. I mean I know you're a vampire and all, but…" She paused suddenly when she noticed a strange look on Spike's face. "Is something wrong?"
"What? Oh, no, it's nothing," Spike said quickly. "So, what are you doing out so late? Or should I say early," he asked, changing the subject.
"Couldn't sleep," Buffy answered with a shrug. "Thought I could tire myself out with a little slayage, but so such luck."
"Yeah, it's been really quiet tonight."
There was an awkward silence and Buffy looked down at her shoes, suddenly nervous.
"Why did you go?" she finally asked, without looking up at him.
"I told you. Because I had to," Spike answered softly.
"No you didn't," Buffy said sincerely, looking up at him.
"Yes, I did," Spike said firmly. "I tried to hurt you. I couldn't stay after that."
"It was my fault." Spike opened his mouth to protest, but Buffy held her hand up to stop him. "Don't," she told him. "It was my fault. Everything that happened…" She paused. "My life was so screwed up and I took it all out on you. You didn't deserve it…everything that I did to you…" She stopped and looked down, trying to hide the tears that now filled her eyes.
"Hey," Spike said softly, as he reached up and gently cupped her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "You don't need to be sorry. I don't blame you for anything."
He saw the tears fall from her eyes and couldn't stop himself from pulling her into his arms.
Buffy stiffened at first, but she soon relaxed into his embrace.
After a few moments, when the tears had subsided, she pulled back and looked up at him.
"I'm sorry," she said, a little embarrassed, as she wiped the remaining tears away. "You've been back for what, two days, and I'm already crying on your shoulder."
"Not complaining here," Spike said, smiling.
"I'd better go," Buffy said, pulling away from him completely. "You should probably go too. It's almost sunrise."
"Yeah," Spike agreed, looking down.
"Thanks," Buffy said, quietly.
"For what?"
For being here." She turned around and headed for the gates.
Spike looked up at her. "You're welcome," he said softly, as he watched her walk away.
***
Giles and Anya sat across from each other at the table in the Magic Box, both with piles of books in front of them. They were trying to decipher the prophecy, but they weren't having much luck in understanding it.
Anya slammed her book shut and sighed in frustration. "This is hopeless," she said. "I can read some Klandashah, but this is not making any sense."
"I agree," Giles sighed, as he removed his glasses and cleaned them with the hem of his shirt. "We'll just have to keep trying."
The bell sounded from the front of the shop and Xander walked in.
"Hey," he said, heading over to Anya. "How's my beautiful wife?"
"Tired," Anya sighed.
"You still working on this?" he asked, gesturing to the piles of books on the table.
"Yeah," Anya said. "And getting no where."
"Well, what have you got so far?" Xander asked, sitting down next to his wife.
"This part here…" Anya said, gesturing to the text. "…this says that a an old power is going to rise in Sunnydale…big surprise there," she said sarcastically. "And it mentions the joining of two to create the means to destroy the evil. But we have no idea who or what the two are."
"Can't the Council give you some help. I mean, they were the ones who sent the book to you in the first place."
"I have been unable to reach Quentin and the rest of the Council aren't helping," Giles said. "I did have a book though. I borrowed it from the Council last summer when I was in England. It has some information on this particular language. But I lent it out to Spike, who said he needed it to help a friend. And now he has disappeared."
"Clem said he left in a hurry," Xander said. "He didn't even take anything with him. The book's probably still in his crypt."
"That's possible," Giles said. "Do you mind-"
"Yeah, I'll go," Xander said, getting up. "I'm not gonna be any help here with the research."
"Thank you, Xander," Giles said gratefully.
Xander gave Anya a quick kiss and headed for the front door.
***
Xander walked quickly to Spike's crypt. He knew that Spike was gone, but he still didn't like going there.
As the crypt came into his view he notices someone standing just outside. He crept closer and hid behind a tree. The man in front of the crypt turned and Xander's mouth dropped open in shock when he saw who it was.
Spike was standing by the door, smoking a cigarette. A small breeze shifted the leaves and Xander saw the sun rays dancing across his face. There was no smoke anywhere.
Xander continued to watch as Spike flicked the cigarette butt on the grass and put it out with his boot. He ran his hands through his hair and stepped back into the crypt, closing the door behind him.
"What the Hell?" Xander said, completely shocked.
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