Chapter 6
Kira followed Spike from the Bronze out to the cemetery. Not far from his crypt he stopped and turned around expecting to see her standing right behind him. She stood in the shadows about twenty feet away and made no move to walk towards him. "Want do you want from me?" he asked, frustration showing on his face. "Nothing." Kira replied. "Then leave me in peace. I am a monster, a pretty girl like you shouldn't be hanging around the likes of me." "I'll decide who I will 'hang around' with if you don't mind. And you're not a monster." "No?" Spike said flashing his game face at her. "You wouldn't call that a monster?" "No, you still have some part of William left in you, and that makes you no more a monster than a new born babe." "Please don't start with the soul stuff. It makes me sick." "Only because you know its true. Only William could dance as gracefully as you just did. A vampire that has lived for 120 years and didn't retain some of what he used to be wouldn't talk with a rough British accent. Only William could befriend a slayer. Part of you still in there is a good person, and that's the part I'm." Kira paused and looked down at the ground. "Through then? Cause if you are I've got some pressing business." Spike shot at her. Quietly Kira finished what she had to say. "That I'm falling in love with."
Spike whirled around to face her and his face was contorted with anger, confusion, and pain. "No, you don't love me. You're just like your grandmother, steal a man's heart and then bash it into the mud because 'he's beneath you.' No I won't do that again. Not another Erskine bitch." "Spike." "Just go away." "You can't make me go away, you know that. She still haunts you doesn't she? Smiling at you in your dreams. Singing sweet songs of how it could have been. Taunting you, asking 'why couldn't you have been better.' Sh." Kira broke off into a storm of tears. They poured down her cheeks and Kira slowly sunk to the ground, heavy sobs racking her form. Spike was rooted to the ground, unable to move towards her or away. "Kira, I'm." "I don't want your apologies or pity. You are nothing, a monster that hides from the world, too afraid to show his face because he cannot look at it himself. Angel really was right. Some people never change." With that Kira pulled herself to her feet and left.
"How's she doing?" Xander asked when Buffy came out from Kira's bedroom in her new apartment. "Ok," Buffy said. "From what she would tell me she followed Spike after he left last night and they got in a big argument." "But its Spike! Why is she upset over that?" Xander demanded. "She loves him," Anya said simply. "There's no need for any other explanation." "How do you know?" Xander demanded again. "You can see it in everything about her," Willow replied. "The way she looks at him when she thinks we aren't looking. The way she treats him like a person. And with the way they danced last night I'd say he loves her too." "That's why they were fighting." Buffy finished. "Kira's kind of lost and she latched onto something, but I think its more than that. There's been something there since he was a prisoner at her family's mansion. And now Spike isn't going to let her into his life of depression." "But you guys are only the same age I am. You don't know that much about love!" Xander retorted while trying to convince himself that anyone could think of Spike that way. "But I do, and I agree with Buffy, Willow, and Anya." Giles said coming out of the kitchen with his cup of coffee. "It is quite readable that there is something between them." At that moment a knock came at the door. Wondering who could be coming by to see Kira at 8 o'clock in the morning Buffy answered the door. A black blanket cloaked the smoking figure that stood before her. "I need to talk to Kira," he said. "Well she's asleep at the moment and I can't invite you in, so I guess you should come back." Buffy replied feeling the urge to hit him coming upon her. "Please, its important. Can I wait here until she wakes up?" "I guess so, but I'm gonna close the door." Spike just shook his head and sank down next to the door in silence. "What did he want?" Xander demanded again. "See Kira." Buffy replied. "And do you have to know everything?" Xander rolled his eyes. "Maybe we should leave." Giles suggested. "Leave Kira a note and let them sort this out alone. I think she would like that." "Yeah," Willow said. "When I was kind of like this with Oz I felt better when I was just alone."
Kira opened her eyes and groaned when she saw the alarm clock read 10 o'clock. Then she noticed the note next to the clock. It was written in Buffy's handwriting. It read: Kira, We've come by everyday since I got your message, but we've all got stuff to do. Donuts are on the kitchen counter, and um Spike wants to talk to you. He's waiting outside the front door. Been there since 8 o'clock this morning.
Buffy
With a heavy sigh Kira pulled herself out of bed and checked her reflection in the full-length mirror. Her eyes weren't puffy anymore and her hair was only a little rumpled. Her white tank top was a little see-through and her star covered pj bottoms were about five inches too short, but she could have cared less. Opening the front door Kira said, "Come in Spike." "Before I do," he replied getting up from the floor. "I want to say I am sorry for what I said last night, and I did not mean any disrespect towards Cecily or you." Kira answered by pulling Spike into the apartment for a long, deep kiss.
Spike woke to the comfort of his own crypt, and a deep sigh of relief.
Kira woke to the soft hum of her television, Dracula was playing on the SciFi channel and she laughed. After more than on passionate kiss, Spike had thrown himself down on the couch to watch Passions while Kira ate her donuts. At noon Kira went out to get some food for her apartment and on the way home picked up a pint of pig's blood for Spike, even though it unnerved her to be carrying blood home. Once home Kira made some traditional English Blood Pudding, which Spike enjoyed immensely. For herself Kira made Fettuccini Alfredo. Once the sun went down Kira and Spike shared a few more kisses and then Spike left for his crypt and Kira fell asleep in front of the TV.
Kira followed Spike from the Bronze out to the cemetery. Not far from his crypt he stopped and turned around expecting to see her standing right behind him. She stood in the shadows about twenty feet away and made no move to walk towards him. "Want do you want from me?" he asked, frustration showing on his face. "Nothing." Kira replied. "Then leave me in peace. I am a monster, a pretty girl like you shouldn't be hanging around the likes of me." "I'll decide who I will 'hang around' with if you don't mind. And you're not a monster." "No?" Spike said flashing his game face at her. "You wouldn't call that a monster?" "No, you still have some part of William left in you, and that makes you no more a monster than a new born babe." "Please don't start with the soul stuff. It makes me sick." "Only because you know its true. Only William could dance as gracefully as you just did. A vampire that has lived for 120 years and didn't retain some of what he used to be wouldn't talk with a rough British accent. Only William could befriend a slayer. Part of you still in there is a good person, and that's the part I'm." Kira paused and looked down at the ground. "Through then? Cause if you are I've got some pressing business." Spike shot at her. Quietly Kira finished what she had to say. "That I'm falling in love with."
Spike whirled around to face her and his face was contorted with anger, confusion, and pain. "No, you don't love me. You're just like your grandmother, steal a man's heart and then bash it into the mud because 'he's beneath you.' No I won't do that again. Not another Erskine bitch." "Spike." "Just go away." "You can't make me go away, you know that. She still haunts you doesn't she? Smiling at you in your dreams. Singing sweet songs of how it could have been. Taunting you, asking 'why couldn't you have been better.' Sh." Kira broke off into a storm of tears. They poured down her cheeks and Kira slowly sunk to the ground, heavy sobs racking her form. Spike was rooted to the ground, unable to move towards her or away. "Kira, I'm." "I don't want your apologies or pity. You are nothing, a monster that hides from the world, too afraid to show his face because he cannot look at it himself. Angel really was right. Some people never change." With that Kira pulled herself to her feet and left.
"How's she doing?" Xander asked when Buffy came out from Kira's bedroom in her new apartment. "Ok," Buffy said. "From what she would tell me she followed Spike after he left last night and they got in a big argument." "But its Spike! Why is she upset over that?" Xander demanded. "She loves him," Anya said simply. "There's no need for any other explanation." "How do you know?" Xander demanded again. "You can see it in everything about her," Willow replied. "The way she looks at him when she thinks we aren't looking. The way she treats him like a person. And with the way they danced last night I'd say he loves her too." "That's why they were fighting." Buffy finished. "Kira's kind of lost and she latched onto something, but I think its more than that. There's been something there since he was a prisoner at her family's mansion. And now Spike isn't going to let her into his life of depression." "But you guys are only the same age I am. You don't know that much about love!" Xander retorted while trying to convince himself that anyone could think of Spike that way. "But I do, and I agree with Buffy, Willow, and Anya." Giles said coming out of the kitchen with his cup of coffee. "It is quite readable that there is something between them." At that moment a knock came at the door. Wondering who could be coming by to see Kira at 8 o'clock in the morning Buffy answered the door. A black blanket cloaked the smoking figure that stood before her. "I need to talk to Kira," he said. "Well she's asleep at the moment and I can't invite you in, so I guess you should come back." Buffy replied feeling the urge to hit him coming upon her. "Please, its important. Can I wait here until she wakes up?" "I guess so, but I'm gonna close the door." Spike just shook his head and sank down next to the door in silence. "What did he want?" Xander demanded again. "See Kira." Buffy replied. "And do you have to know everything?" Xander rolled his eyes. "Maybe we should leave." Giles suggested. "Leave Kira a note and let them sort this out alone. I think she would like that." "Yeah," Willow said. "When I was kind of like this with Oz I felt better when I was just alone."
Kira opened her eyes and groaned when she saw the alarm clock read 10 o'clock. Then she noticed the note next to the clock. It was written in Buffy's handwriting. It read: Kira, We've come by everyday since I got your message, but we've all got stuff to do. Donuts are on the kitchen counter, and um Spike wants to talk to you. He's waiting outside the front door. Been there since 8 o'clock this morning.
Buffy
With a heavy sigh Kira pulled herself out of bed and checked her reflection in the full-length mirror. Her eyes weren't puffy anymore and her hair was only a little rumpled. Her white tank top was a little see-through and her star covered pj bottoms were about five inches too short, but she could have cared less. Opening the front door Kira said, "Come in Spike." "Before I do," he replied getting up from the floor. "I want to say I am sorry for what I said last night, and I did not mean any disrespect towards Cecily or you." Kira answered by pulling Spike into the apartment for a long, deep kiss.
Spike woke to the comfort of his own crypt, and a deep sigh of relief.
Kira woke to the soft hum of her television, Dracula was playing on the SciFi channel and she laughed. After more than on passionate kiss, Spike had thrown himself down on the couch to watch Passions while Kira ate her donuts. At noon Kira went out to get some food for her apartment and on the way home picked up a pint of pig's blood for Spike, even though it unnerved her to be carrying blood home. Once home Kira made some traditional English Blood Pudding, which Spike enjoyed immensely. For herself Kira made Fettuccini Alfredo. Once the sun went down Kira and Spike shared a few more kisses and then Spike left for his crypt and Kira fell asleep in front of the TV.
