Title: Everybody's Fool (3/11)
Series: Queen of Dusk
Author's Name: Riley
Author's Email and URL: XxBuffyRoxMySoxX@aol.com http://www.freewebs.com/queenofdusk Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and UPN own Buffy the Vampire Slayer in totality. Joss Whedon and the WB own Angel: the Series. No profit is made from this piece of fiction and no copyright infringement is intended. The song was written and performed by Amy Lee of Evanescence.
Distribution: To my site, all archives. You are free to take, just let me know
Rating: R
Timeline: Season 2, before Angel goes bad, when they are dating. Spike is not in his wheelchair (Dru is not healed), Xander and Cordy are secretly together and Willow and Oz are together. I know that may be a little wonky, but I want it to work.
Pairing: B/S (B/A at the beginning, but not for long.)
Feedback: Yes! Please let me know what you thought!
Summary: Buffy's hurting, she's lonely, and no one understands. She's lost everything she has to live for, or so she thinks. Spike finds something oddly compelling about the Slayer…now if only he could bring her to his side…
A/N: Sorry it took so long! It was supposed to be posted on Saturday, but everything got deleted when my computer crashed. I think the second time through turned out better, though. ^_^ Review! It makes chapters come twice as fast!
Buffy bit her lip and entered the school building, dreading having to see and lie to her friends again. She couldn't believe she'd kissed Spike again in the graveyard, and worst of all, enjoyed it! Worst of all, last night she'd had another nightmare. This time, she had been running down a path in the moonlight, when suddenly the moon exploded into tiny bits. Angel had appeared before her then, and she had staked him. Then she had laughed, and then woke up screaming. It was all too complicated for her mind to comprehend. She sure as hell wasn't mad at Angel, so why would she dream about killing him?
"20-32-56," Buffy repeated her locker combination as she twisted the dial. She shoved her bag into the locker and pulled out a few books before heading over to the library.
"Good morning." She smiled tiredly at Giles as she sat down at the table. "Do we need to get into research mode?"
"Actually, no. Demon activity has been quiet the last week-" Giles started.
"Not exactly," Buffy muttered under her breath.
"What was that?"
"Oh nothing." Buffy grumbled, suddenly becoming very interested in the book in front of her.
"Hey, it's the Buffster!" Said Xander cheerily as he and Willow entered the library moments later. "What's shakin?" Buffy chuckled.
"Nothing much, but I gotta run, I have a History test…" Buffy began gathering her materials.
"Do you even know the material?" Willow raised her eyebrows.
"No, but getting an F is better than getting a 0." Buffy pointed out, rushing out the door.
"Trust Buffy to surprise me with logic…" grumbled Willow.
***
Buffy's fingers ran over her stomach, fondling the soft fabric of her new dress. She had just picked it up on her way from school, with some leftover birthday money from her 16th birthday, ages ago. The dress was matte jersey and light pink, a color that Angel had always loved on her. Buffy ran her brush through her hair and slipped into a pair of pink flip-flops before leaving out her window.
"Hey!" She grinned up at Angel, who was standing in the grass below. Angel kissed her forehead lightly and grabbed her hand. "You look nice…a little dressy for patrol, though."
"We're patrolling?" Buffy's grin turned to a frown. "I thought we were going out."
"Giles said we should patrol, even if demon activity is quiet." Angel smiled softly. "I promise we can go out afterwards." Buffy nodded.
"All right." She grasped Angel's hand and they walked silently to the cemetery for a quick sweep.
***
"Oh..oh…really…should…patrol…" Buffy pulled away from her kiss with Angel and straightened herself.
"You're right…I'm sorry. I'll go, I'm a distraction."
"No, no that's not it." She gave him a tender kiss on the forehead and looked down at the grass below her sandaled feet. "Just, no kissing until I'm done."
***
Spike watched the Slayer and soul boy groping at each other from him hiding spot. Buffy pulled away and said something to him as she smoothed her dress. She laughed and bared those brilliantly white teeth.
//Perfect by nature//
Buffy stretched her arms over her head and laughed as Angel followed behind her. Angel leaned over to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Buffy blushed and looked up to him, glancing warily through her eyelashes.
"It's getting harder." She chewed daintily on her lip. Spike momentarily wondered how she got them to taste so good.
"I know." Angel trailed off and clutched her hips. Buffy wriggled from his grasp.
"Not now." She wagged a finger at him and pushed his hands away. "This is distracting, why don't you get home and rest and I'll catch up with you after patrol." Buffy kissed him on the cheek.
"You're right. Sorry." He squeezed her shoulder like a juvenile and turned to go. Buffy waited a minute to make sure Angel had really gone.
"Spike," she whispered harshly "I know you're there, so come on out."
"How'd you know?" Spike asked as he stood and stalked towards her.
"Spider sense." Buffy smiled at her own joke and looked up to see if Spike had. "So what's up with you being my shadow all of a sudden?"
"What's with you not hating it?" Spike turned the spotlight back to her. Buffy cocked her hip and wrapped a petite hand around it. Spike mused over her pink fingernails for a second before turning back to her.
//icons of self indulgence//
"Spike, get out of here before I stake you." she pulled a stake from her skirt.
"How'd you do that?"
"It's a girl thing. NOW, leave." She gripped the stake tighter. For once instant, Spike worshiped the stake. He looked up at her with veneration.
"You two are getting close." He clicked his tongue in disapproval.
"So? It's not like it's any of your business." She looked towards the ground, growing suddenly reticent.
"You're scared." He smirked.
"Why would you say that?" Her eyes shot up to meet his blue ones.
"You're about to lose your virginity to a vampire who's been around since before you were a twinkle in your great ancestors' eye. He's had a lot of experience."
"Angel loves me, he won't care. He doesn't worry about the kind of stuff-" Her tone didn't back up her confident words.
"Then shouldn't you want to impress him?" Buffy shrugged.
"I've read stuff. I'll do fine." She was wringing her hands nervously around her skirt.
"So why are you all dressed up?" Spike changed the subject.
"It's for a date and why are you trying to make small talk?"
"Look, come with me, and I'll help you out." Spike raised an eyebrow suggestively. Buffy snorted.
"Right. How about not? Look, I better go." She turned to leave when Spike grabbed her upper arm.
//Just what we all need…//
"It's not like you have anything to live for, Slayer." Spike growled. He knew exactly where to hit her. Buffy's shoulders slumped and her arm relaxed in his grip.
"You don't think I know that? I know! I know! I know! I know what a pathetic waste of time my life is. You didn't need to remind me!" She screamed, wrenching her arm away and brushing a few tears away.
"For a slayer, you sure are touchy." Buffy shook her head. She straightened her dress before turning on her heel and running from the graveyard.
"Brilliant." Spike muttered, before stalking slowly after her.
//More lies about a world that…//
"Angel? Angel?" Buffy knocked nervously on Angel's door. He swung it open. He ushered her in and gave her a swift kiss on her reddened cheek.
"Are you ok? You look upset." Buffy nodded.
"I'm fine. I just had a rough fight." Angel nodded knowingly before swooping down and giving her a kiss on the lips. Buffy responded, twining her hands to his neck and greeting the hands that met her back. The couple backed into the wall as they kissed, Angel moaning hungrily. Angel's hands traveled to them hem of her dress; Buffy's began unbuttoning the buttons on Angel's shirt. Buffy arched backwards a little bit, noting to herself that her skirt was hiked up around her thighs. She pushed Angel's shirt all the way off, when suddenly the taunting words of Spike came back to her. She broke the kiss and pulled away, pushing her shirt back down.
"I'm-I'm sorry, Angel. I can't do this." She backed away slowly.
"I'm sorry, Buffy. That was out of line." He gave her kiss to the forehead. "You should get home. I'll see you tomorrow." Buffy nodded, her cheeks still flushed and hurried out the door.
"Nice little show, Slayer." Buffy craned her neck, to see Spike standing just a few feet from the door.
"You were watching?"
"Yeah, but I'd of rather watched paint dry. How can you say he gets you hot?"
"I-I never said he got me hot." She confessed.
"Ah, the truth comes out." Spike smacked his lips.
//Never was a never will be, Have you no shame? Don't you see me?//
"Why do you keep following me, Spike?" She did that same stance she had earlier.
"I want to show you things, Slayer. You're living in a fantasy world." Spike longed so much to bring the darkness out in her. His interest in Dru had been slowly fading after she'd cheated on him with a fledgling vamp. His interest in the Slayer increased every time they fought. There was an uncontrollable demon in the girl and if he could bring it out, he'd have a powerful ally.
"Excuse me?"
"I want you. And I know you want me. Who doesn't?" Spike smirked cockily.
"You are so high on yourself! Get your head out of your ass and leave me alone."
"You'd like to see that, wouldn't you?"
*Dirty thoughts…bad Buffy….* Buffy shifted. "You're disgusting."
"How's about this…we make a pact?"
"What kind of pact?" Buffy was getting suspicious.
"You don't attack me, I don't attack you." *This is going just as planned*
"Why? How does that change anything?" *He's insane*
"I've got information on most demons and you can keep me safe." *She's totally buying this. Now all I have to do is reel her in and she'll be an easy kill*
"You'll help me with my work?"
"Yeah. Actually, there's a new pack in town of vamps. They call themselves the Order of Doctarius." Spike wasn't lying about this.
//You know you've got everybody fooled//
"Ok. No killing of each other. But if you so much as touch my friends or family, I will stake you, no hesitation." *He's totally buying it.*
"Fine. No killing of your little faction." Spike chuckled to himself. Tonight was going great.
"About this 'Order of Doctarius', are they dangerous?"
"You're about to find out." Spike pointed behind her. Buffy swung her head around to see almost fifteen vampires approaching them.
//Look! Here she comes now!//
Buffy pulled her stake out and charged at the vampires. The first one was obviously a fledgling as he was easily staked.
"Get off your ass and help me!" Buffy called back to Spike. She regretted that lapse of judgment as a sharp fingernail collided with her cheek, drawing blood. She shoved her foot into one of them. It was incredibly hard to fight in a short dress. A hand heaved her backwards and she landed on the grass with a thump. Strong arms behind her pulled her up and Spike whispered into her ear.
"There, I helped." Buffy shot him a disapproving look before pulling the stake up by her shoulder and driving it into a vampire coming right at her. She could see Spike fighting, from the corner of her eye. There were only about three left, but they looked like the strongest. One male, who looked like he'd been vamped in his late twenties, tackled her and bit down on her neck. Buffy arched backwards and kneed him in the crotch, gaining the leverage on him to impel the stake into his heart. He burst into dust just as another vampire grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped her back. She landed flat on her back, the vampire straddling her. She slugged him across the face, gasping only slightly at the pain of a knife being dug into her shoulder.
"So now you guys have weapons? Kind of tacky, actually." She grabbed the knife and flipped it around, slitting the vampires throat and thrusting it upwards with her hips at the same time. She looked up in surprise and watched as Spike dusted the last vampire.
"That was an embarrassment to my kind, luv." Spike smirked a bit, before leaning over to help her up. "You're bleeding. Come back to my place and I'll help you clean up."
"Why are you helping me?" Buffy asked warily as she limped alongside Spike.
"Can't have my Slayer dying of blood loss. Unless of course, it's due to me." He was telling the truth. It'd be a waste of murder for her to die like this.
"And what about Dru?"
"Oh, she'll be out with another vampire about this time. She bribes all sorts into killing for her. She'll come back to me."
"I find the way you won't give up on her kind of-" Buffy started.
"Charming?" Spike smiled.
"Um, I was going to say creepy, but sure." She winced as her bleeding wound brushed Spike's shoulder.
"Here we are." He showed her into an abandoned house towards the edge of the graveyard and gestured her to sit down.
"Where is here?" Buffy rubbed her arm across her forehead, smearing a bit of blood across it.
"It's a house."
"I KNOW that."
"It's just an empty house I like to go to when Dru grates on my nerves, happy?" Buffy flashed him a smile.
"Perfectly." She gyrated her shoulder and groaned at the pain. Spike handed her a clean cloth that he'd soaked in the faucet. Buffy ran it over her shoulder and collarbone, shivering at its chill. "Um, couldn't you use warm water?" Buffy looked up at him.
"Beggars can't be choosers."
"I did NOT beg! You insisted." Buffy bit her lip to keep herself for hurling her fist at him.
//Bow down and stare in wonder//
Spike clicked his tongue. "Anyhow, I haven't been paying the water bills, of course, and the hot water has been cut off. So sue me." Buffy cocked her head.
"You know what your problem is?" Spike chuckled.
"What?"
"You're too concerned with being the Big Bad. You should really just focus on un-living and surviving." Buffy twirled a piece of hair around her finger. "You got anything to eat around here?"
"Not unless you like blood, love." Spike opened the fridge and waved a mug of blood in her face. "Just in case." Buffy scooted backwards.
"Sick." She moved the cloth to her face, feeling caked blood on her cheek.
//Oh how we love you. No lies when you're pretending. But now I know she…//
"Not to me." Spike flashed her a toothy grin. "Hey, would you mind…sharing that cloth when you are done?"
"Eww! No!" Buffy crumpled the damp cloth into her fist.
"It would hold me off from feeding…" Spike taunted, morphing into vamp face and then back. Buffy sighed.
"I guess. But if you even think about getting more, this stake will reach your heart through your ass." She handed him the bloodstained cloth.
//Never was and never will be. You don't know how you've betrayed me…and somehow you've got everybody fooled//
Spike held the cloth to his nose and sniffed. Heavenly. He began lapping at the red stains, his vamp face taking control of him. Buffy held her head in her hands, refusing to watch. *Slayer blood, no, Buffy blood is like a drug* Spike cleaned off the cloth and tossed it into the waste bin.
"Can I look again?" Buffy grumbled from her hands.
"You could have looked anytime, doll. Some girls find it a turn on."
"Eww. I'm not vampiress, Spike. Are you done?"
"Yeah." Buffy's head shot up and her face took on a repulsed look as Spike cleaned blood from his lips.
//Without the mask, where will you hide?//
"Why-why aren't we killing each other?" Buffy's voice trembled as she wrung her skirt between her fingers. Spike shrugged and pulled up a chair next to Buffy.
"Maybe you're too attracted to me and vice versa." Spike pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, bringing it to his lips. Buffy turned her head to hide her blushing cheeks. She let her eyes graze his sharp features for a second before returning to his eyes.
"Tell me why I didn't have sex with Angel tonight."
"You expect me to know?" He chuckled and took a puff from his cigarette.
"No one else does." She smiled softly. Spike looked down at the floor. Where was the fiery, vibrant Slayer he'd fought only months ago? Where was that smile that had brought on previously unwanted dreams? His cigarette fell the floor and he stamped it out. Her eyes fluttered to close for a second before she gripped the edge of the couch. "Do you realize my whole life is a lie?" She opened her eyes again and let a single tears trickle over the bulge of her cheek and down her chin. She bowed her neck forwards to concentrate on her trembling knees. Spike didn't contemplate what he was about to do as he reached forward to caress her tiny hand. She gripped his fingers and pulled them closer, body shaking with unadulterated sobs.
//Can't find yourself? Lost in your lie?//
Buffy leaned forwards and rested her forehead on Spike's slumped shoulder. *Why am I comforting the thing I want to kill?* Spike briefly asked himself. Before he could reason his way out of it, she had snuggled her body into his chest, pushing all regret away.
*What am I doing?* The thought pounded into Buffy's cerebrum over and over as she sobbed into Spike, scorching tears soaking through his black tee-shirt. *Most of all…why is he doing this?* Buffy gasped as she felt Spike's hands on her cheeks. *He's going to kill me*. He pulled her face towards his and kissed her softly, salty tears mixing in with saliva.
//I know the truth now//
Spike probed gently at her mouth, hot tears still streaming down her cheeks. Buffy moaned at the sensation on her lips and his hands that were traveling up her waist.
//I know who you are//
Buffy shuddered as a picture of Angel flitted into her mind. He would hate her. Everyone would hate her. For once in her life, she didn't care.
//And I don't love you anymore//
Spike's hands moved under her shirt and over her belly button, middle finger dipping into it. Buffy laughed a little, but the laugh turned into another sob. She bit her lip and looked up at him. She smiled softly, before slipping her hands around his neck to kiss him once more.
//It never was and never will be//
The tears ceased, the room lost all indifference, and for just an instant, Spike cared. They did not talk, they only kissed, assertive hands discovering each other's bodies and eyes fluttering open every few seconds.
//You're not real and you can't save//
Buffy's tears started again the kissing and petting grew more intense. Buffy arched her back and brought her lips to Spike's ear, "I'm awake."
//Somehow now, you're everybody's fool//
TBC
Series: Queen of Dusk
Author's Name: Riley
Author's Email and URL: XxBuffyRoxMySoxX@aol.com http://www.freewebs.com/queenofdusk Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and UPN own Buffy the Vampire Slayer in totality. Joss Whedon and the WB own Angel: the Series. No profit is made from this piece of fiction and no copyright infringement is intended. The song was written and performed by Amy Lee of Evanescence.
Distribution: To my site, all archives. You are free to take, just let me know
Rating: R
Timeline: Season 2, before Angel goes bad, when they are dating. Spike is not in his wheelchair (Dru is not healed), Xander and Cordy are secretly together and Willow and Oz are together. I know that may be a little wonky, but I want it to work.
Pairing: B/S (B/A at the beginning, but not for long.)
Feedback: Yes! Please let me know what you thought!
Summary: Buffy's hurting, she's lonely, and no one understands. She's lost everything she has to live for, or so she thinks. Spike finds something oddly compelling about the Slayer…now if only he could bring her to his side…
A/N: Sorry it took so long! It was supposed to be posted on Saturday, but everything got deleted when my computer crashed. I think the second time through turned out better, though. ^_^ Review! It makes chapters come twice as fast!
Buffy bit her lip and entered the school building, dreading having to see and lie to her friends again. She couldn't believe she'd kissed Spike again in the graveyard, and worst of all, enjoyed it! Worst of all, last night she'd had another nightmare. This time, she had been running down a path in the moonlight, when suddenly the moon exploded into tiny bits. Angel had appeared before her then, and she had staked him. Then she had laughed, and then woke up screaming. It was all too complicated for her mind to comprehend. She sure as hell wasn't mad at Angel, so why would she dream about killing him?
"20-32-56," Buffy repeated her locker combination as she twisted the dial. She shoved her bag into the locker and pulled out a few books before heading over to the library.
"Good morning." She smiled tiredly at Giles as she sat down at the table. "Do we need to get into research mode?"
"Actually, no. Demon activity has been quiet the last week-" Giles started.
"Not exactly," Buffy muttered under her breath.
"What was that?"
"Oh nothing." Buffy grumbled, suddenly becoming very interested in the book in front of her.
"Hey, it's the Buffster!" Said Xander cheerily as he and Willow entered the library moments later. "What's shakin?" Buffy chuckled.
"Nothing much, but I gotta run, I have a History test…" Buffy began gathering her materials.
"Do you even know the material?" Willow raised her eyebrows.
"No, but getting an F is better than getting a 0." Buffy pointed out, rushing out the door.
"Trust Buffy to surprise me with logic…" grumbled Willow.
***
Buffy's fingers ran over her stomach, fondling the soft fabric of her new dress. She had just picked it up on her way from school, with some leftover birthday money from her 16th birthday, ages ago. The dress was matte jersey and light pink, a color that Angel had always loved on her. Buffy ran her brush through her hair and slipped into a pair of pink flip-flops before leaving out her window.
"Hey!" She grinned up at Angel, who was standing in the grass below. Angel kissed her forehead lightly and grabbed her hand. "You look nice…a little dressy for patrol, though."
"We're patrolling?" Buffy's grin turned to a frown. "I thought we were going out."
"Giles said we should patrol, even if demon activity is quiet." Angel smiled softly. "I promise we can go out afterwards." Buffy nodded.
"All right." She grasped Angel's hand and they walked silently to the cemetery for a quick sweep.
***
"Oh..oh…really…should…patrol…" Buffy pulled away from her kiss with Angel and straightened herself.
"You're right…I'm sorry. I'll go, I'm a distraction."
"No, no that's not it." She gave him a tender kiss on the forehead and looked down at the grass below her sandaled feet. "Just, no kissing until I'm done."
***
Spike watched the Slayer and soul boy groping at each other from him hiding spot. Buffy pulled away and said something to him as she smoothed her dress. She laughed and bared those brilliantly white teeth.
//Perfect by nature//
Buffy stretched her arms over her head and laughed as Angel followed behind her. Angel leaned over to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Buffy blushed and looked up to him, glancing warily through her eyelashes.
"It's getting harder." She chewed daintily on her lip. Spike momentarily wondered how she got them to taste so good.
"I know." Angel trailed off and clutched her hips. Buffy wriggled from his grasp.
"Not now." She wagged a finger at him and pushed his hands away. "This is distracting, why don't you get home and rest and I'll catch up with you after patrol." Buffy kissed him on the cheek.
"You're right. Sorry." He squeezed her shoulder like a juvenile and turned to go. Buffy waited a minute to make sure Angel had really gone.
"Spike," she whispered harshly "I know you're there, so come on out."
"How'd you know?" Spike asked as he stood and stalked towards her.
"Spider sense." Buffy smiled at her own joke and looked up to see if Spike had. "So what's up with you being my shadow all of a sudden?"
"What's with you not hating it?" Spike turned the spotlight back to her. Buffy cocked her hip and wrapped a petite hand around it. Spike mused over her pink fingernails for a second before turning back to her.
//icons of self indulgence//
"Spike, get out of here before I stake you." she pulled a stake from her skirt.
"How'd you do that?"
"It's a girl thing. NOW, leave." She gripped the stake tighter. For once instant, Spike worshiped the stake. He looked up at her with veneration.
"You two are getting close." He clicked his tongue in disapproval.
"So? It's not like it's any of your business." She looked towards the ground, growing suddenly reticent.
"You're scared." He smirked.
"Why would you say that?" Her eyes shot up to meet his blue ones.
"You're about to lose your virginity to a vampire who's been around since before you were a twinkle in your great ancestors' eye. He's had a lot of experience."
"Angel loves me, he won't care. He doesn't worry about the kind of stuff-" Her tone didn't back up her confident words.
"Then shouldn't you want to impress him?" Buffy shrugged.
"I've read stuff. I'll do fine." She was wringing her hands nervously around her skirt.
"So why are you all dressed up?" Spike changed the subject.
"It's for a date and why are you trying to make small talk?"
"Look, come with me, and I'll help you out." Spike raised an eyebrow suggestively. Buffy snorted.
"Right. How about not? Look, I better go." She turned to leave when Spike grabbed her upper arm.
//Just what we all need…//
"It's not like you have anything to live for, Slayer." Spike growled. He knew exactly where to hit her. Buffy's shoulders slumped and her arm relaxed in his grip.
"You don't think I know that? I know! I know! I know! I know what a pathetic waste of time my life is. You didn't need to remind me!" She screamed, wrenching her arm away and brushing a few tears away.
"For a slayer, you sure are touchy." Buffy shook her head. She straightened her dress before turning on her heel and running from the graveyard.
"Brilliant." Spike muttered, before stalking slowly after her.
//More lies about a world that…//
"Angel? Angel?" Buffy knocked nervously on Angel's door. He swung it open. He ushered her in and gave her a swift kiss on her reddened cheek.
"Are you ok? You look upset." Buffy nodded.
"I'm fine. I just had a rough fight." Angel nodded knowingly before swooping down and giving her a kiss on the lips. Buffy responded, twining her hands to his neck and greeting the hands that met her back. The couple backed into the wall as they kissed, Angel moaning hungrily. Angel's hands traveled to them hem of her dress; Buffy's began unbuttoning the buttons on Angel's shirt. Buffy arched backwards a little bit, noting to herself that her skirt was hiked up around her thighs. She pushed Angel's shirt all the way off, when suddenly the taunting words of Spike came back to her. She broke the kiss and pulled away, pushing her shirt back down.
"I'm-I'm sorry, Angel. I can't do this." She backed away slowly.
"I'm sorry, Buffy. That was out of line." He gave her kiss to the forehead. "You should get home. I'll see you tomorrow." Buffy nodded, her cheeks still flushed and hurried out the door.
"Nice little show, Slayer." Buffy craned her neck, to see Spike standing just a few feet from the door.
"You were watching?"
"Yeah, but I'd of rather watched paint dry. How can you say he gets you hot?"
"I-I never said he got me hot." She confessed.
"Ah, the truth comes out." Spike smacked his lips.
//Never was a never will be, Have you no shame? Don't you see me?//
"Why do you keep following me, Spike?" She did that same stance she had earlier.
"I want to show you things, Slayer. You're living in a fantasy world." Spike longed so much to bring the darkness out in her. His interest in Dru had been slowly fading after she'd cheated on him with a fledgling vamp. His interest in the Slayer increased every time they fought. There was an uncontrollable demon in the girl and if he could bring it out, he'd have a powerful ally.
"Excuse me?"
"I want you. And I know you want me. Who doesn't?" Spike smirked cockily.
"You are so high on yourself! Get your head out of your ass and leave me alone."
"You'd like to see that, wouldn't you?"
*Dirty thoughts…bad Buffy….* Buffy shifted. "You're disgusting."
"How's about this…we make a pact?"
"What kind of pact?" Buffy was getting suspicious.
"You don't attack me, I don't attack you." *This is going just as planned*
"Why? How does that change anything?" *He's insane*
"I've got information on most demons and you can keep me safe." *She's totally buying this. Now all I have to do is reel her in and she'll be an easy kill*
"You'll help me with my work?"
"Yeah. Actually, there's a new pack in town of vamps. They call themselves the Order of Doctarius." Spike wasn't lying about this.
//You know you've got everybody fooled//
"Ok. No killing of each other. But if you so much as touch my friends or family, I will stake you, no hesitation." *He's totally buying it.*
"Fine. No killing of your little faction." Spike chuckled to himself. Tonight was going great.
"About this 'Order of Doctarius', are they dangerous?"
"You're about to find out." Spike pointed behind her. Buffy swung her head around to see almost fifteen vampires approaching them.
//Look! Here she comes now!//
Buffy pulled her stake out and charged at the vampires. The first one was obviously a fledgling as he was easily staked.
"Get off your ass and help me!" Buffy called back to Spike. She regretted that lapse of judgment as a sharp fingernail collided with her cheek, drawing blood. She shoved her foot into one of them. It was incredibly hard to fight in a short dress. A hand heaved her backwards and she landed on the grass with a thump. Strong arms behind her pulled her up and Spike whispered into her ear.
"There, I helped." Buffy shot him a disapproving look before pulling the stake up by her shoulder and driving it into a vampire coming right at her. She could see Spike fighting, from the corner of her eye. There were only about three left, but they looked like the strongest. One male, who looked like he'd been vamped in his late twenties, tackled her and bit down on her neck. Buffy arched backwards and kneed him in the crotch, gaining the leverage on him to impel the stake into his heart. He burst into dust just as another vampire grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped her back. She landed flat on her back, the vampire straddling her. She slugged him across the face, gasping only slightly at the pain of a knife being dug into her shoulder.
"So now you guys have weapons? Kind of tacky, actually." She grabbed the knife and flipped it around, slitting the vampires throat and thrusting it upwards with her hips at the same time. She looked up in surprise and watched as Spike dusted the last vampire.
"That was an embarrassment to my kind, luv." Spike smirked a bit, before leaning over to help her up. "You're bleeding. Come back to my place and I'll help you clean up."
"Why are you helping me?" Buffy asked warily as she limped alongside Spike.
"Can't have my Slayer dying of blood loss. Unless of course, it's due to me." He was telling the truth. It'd be a waste of murder for her to die like this.
"And what about Dru?"
"Oh, she'll be out with another vampire about this time. She bribes all sorts into killing for her. She'll come back to me."
"I find the way you won't give up on her kind of-" Buffy started.
"Charming?" Spike smiled.
"Um, I was going to say creepy, but sure." She winced as her bleeding wound brushed Spike's shoulder.
"Here we are." He showed her into an abandoned house towards the edge of the graveyard and gestured her to sit down.
"Where is here?" Buffy rubbed her arm across her forehead, smearing a bit of blood across it.
"It's a house."
"I KNOW that."
"It's just an empty house I like to go to when Dru grates on my nerves, happy?" Buffy flashed him a smile.
"Perfectly." She gyrated her shoulder and groaned at the pain. Spike handed her a clean cloth that he'd soaked in the faucet. Buffy ran it over her shoulder and collarbone, shivering at its chill. "Um, couldn't you use warm water?" Buffy looked up at him.
"Beggars can't be choosers."
"I did NOT beg! You insisted." Buffy bit her lip to keep herself for hurling her fist at him.
//Bow down and stare in wonder//
Spike clicked his tongue. "Anyhow, I haven't been paying the water bills, of course, and the hot water has been cut off. So sue me." Buffy cocked her head.
"You know what your problem is?" Spike chuckled.
"What?"
"You're too concerned with being the Big Bad. You should really just focus on un-living and surviving." Buffy twirled a piece of hair around her finger. "You got anything to eat around here?"
"Not unless you like blood, love." Spike opened the fridge and waved a mug of blood in her face. "Just in case." Buffy scooted backwards.
"Sick." She moved the cloth to her face, feeling caked blood on her cheek.
//Oh how we love you. No lies when you're pretending. But now I know she…//
"Not to me." Spike flashed her a toothy grin. "Hey, would you mind…sharing that cloth when you are done?"
"Eww! No!" Buffy crumpled the damp cloth into her fist.
"It would hold me off from feeding…" Spike taunted, morphing into vamp face and then back. Buffy sighed.
"I guess. But if you even think about getting more, this stake will reach your heart through your ass." She handed him the bloodstained cloth.
//Never was and never will be. You don't know how you've betrayed me…and somehow you've got everybody fooled//
Spike held the cloth to his nose and sniffed. Heavenly. He began lapping at the red stains, his vamp face taking control of him. Buffy held her head in her hands, refusing to watch. *Slayer blood, no, Buffy blood is like a drug* Spike cleaned off the cloth and tossed it into the waste bin.
"Can I look again?" Buffy grumbled from her hands.
"You could have looked anytime, doll. Some girls find it a turn on."
"Eww. I'm not vampiress, Spike. Are you done?"
"Yeah." Buffy's head shot up and her face took on a repulsed look as Spike cleaned blood from his lips.
//Without the mask, where will you hide?//
"Why-why aren't we killing each other?" Buffy's voice trembled as she wrung her skirt between her fingers. Spike shrugged and pulled up a chair next to Buffy.
"Maybe you're too attracted to me and vice versa." Spike pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, bringing it to his lips. Buffy turned her head to hide her blushing cheeks. She let her eyes graze his sharp features for a second before returning to his eyes.
"Tell me why I didn't have sex with Angel tonight."
"You expect me to know?" He chuckled and took a puff from his cigarette.
"No one else does." She smiled softly. Spike looked down at the floor. Where was the fiery, vibrant Slayer he'd fought only months ago? Where was that smile that had brought on previously unwanted dreams? His cigarette fell the floor and he stamped it out. Her eyes fluttered to close for a second before she gripped the edge of the couch. "Do you realize my whole life is a lie?" She opened her eyes again and let a single tears trickle over the bulge of her cheek and down her chin. She bowed her neck forwards to concentrate on her trembling knees. Spike didn't contemplate what he was about to do as he reached forward to caress her tiny hand. She gripped his fingers and pulled them closer, body shaking with unadulterated sobs.
//Can't find yourself? Lost in your lie?//
Buffy leaned forwards and rested her forehead on Spike's slumped shoulder. *Why am I comforting the thing I want to kill?* Spike briefly asked himself. Before he could reason his way out of it, she had snuggled her body into his chest, pushing all regret away.
*What am I doing?* The thought pounded into Buffy's cerebrum over and over as she sobbed into Spike, scorching tears soaking through his black tee-shirt. *Most of all…why is he doing this?* Buffy gasped as she felt Spike's hands on her cheeks. *He's going to kill me*. He pulled her face towards his and kissed her softly, salty tears mixing in with saliva.
//I know the truth now//
Spike probed gently at her mouth, hot tears still streaming down her cheeks. Buffy moaned at the sensation on her lips and his hands that were traveling up her waist.
//I know who you are//
Buffy shuddered as a picture of Angel flitted into her mind. He would hate her. Everyone would hate her. For once in her life, she didn't care.
//And I don't love you anymore//
Spike's hands moved under her shirt and over her belly button, middle finger dipping into it. Buffy laughed a little, but the laugh turned into another sob. She bit her lip and looked up at him. She smiled softly, before slipping her hands around his neck to kiss him once more.
//It never was and never will be//
The tears ceased, the room lost all indifference, and for just an instant, Spike cared. They did not talk, they only kissed, assertive hands discovering each other's bodies and eyes fluttering open every few seconds.
//You're not real and you can't save//
Buffy's tears started again the kissing and petting grew more intense. Buffy arched her back and brought her lips to Spike's ear, "I'm awake."
//Somehow now, you're everybody's fool//
TBC
