This is Buffy - March 2009
Chapter Nine
"Of course I was in love with you, you moron. Why do you think it hurt so much when you came back from you little safari.well.you were wrong. You weren't Spike anymore. It was killing me. It looked like Spike, talked like Spike, but it wasn't Spike."
"You selfish bitch, is that what you wanna hear? Is that what Spike would have said? That you're spoiled and mean, that you're pushing thirty years old, but you're acting younger than Julia? What do you want me to do? Take your shit and follow you around like a love sick puppy dog like Spike did?"
Buffy could see the anger building within Spike. He never even gave her a chance to cut him off.
"You can't come waltzing in here after six years and continue to blame me for things I can't bloody do anything about. I'm sick of living in that vampire's shadow."
With that Spike threw a fifty on the table and angrily stormed out of the restaurant. Buffy just stared at him as he left. She was confused, she wasn't sure what she should do now. Should she go after him? Should she let him go? Buffy wiped the fresh tears that were streaming down her face. She then decided to take a walk and clear her mind. She wanted to have a game plan before she talked to Spike...er.William.whatever.
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Spike stormed through the alley's and the dark streets of downtown LA. He was so furious with himself for letting the Slayer get to him like that, yet again.
So bloody stubborn. I can't do anything about what I am now. I'm a man, thought that's what she wanted. Then I find out she loved me the way I was from the start. Fucking bitch, sending me through this hell. Why do I even bother to love her, why do I love her? She's rude to me, nasty, short tempered, stubborn, pigheaded, and about a million other horrible things. Cor' - when she smiles at me though. The way she blushes when I touch her. They way she chews on her bottom lip when she's nervous. Those are things worth dying for, mate. She just has to see you love her. She has to see how much she loved you. Get a grip man, you have to find her and tell her. Really tell her. You'll find her, tell her, kiss her, shag the hell out her, and live happily ever after.
After Spike's pep talk he realized he was being a fool, and felt even worse.
Before he knew it, he was standing in front of the headquarters of Angel Investigations. He pondered outside for a moment before venturing up the stairs. He opened the door and walked into the lobby. Sitting behind the counter was the one person who might be able to make sense out of the events of the last decade.
"Cordelia?" Spike spoke, walking slowly toward the brunette.
Cordelia looked up from her desk at the strangely handsome man standing in front of her.
"Will, so good to see you. Been a few weeks, how are you? Are you here to pick up the scrolls that Wesley needed help with?"
"Sure, I can pick those up for you luv. Actually I came to talk to you. Buffy showed up out of nowhere and we had a bit of a tiff. Well, actually, Buffy was being her usual royal bitchiness."
Cordelia chuckled to herself at Spike's colorful description of Buffy's behavior. So true she thought to herself before she spoke to Spike again.
"Come on in, I'll fix us some hot chocolate, with the little marshmallows you like. And then you can pour your heart out to me."
Spike and Cordelia went into the kitchen where they spent the next few hours discussing the bitchiness that is Buffy.
Chapter Nine
"Of course I was in love with you, you moron. Why do you think it hurt so much when you came back from you little safari.well.you were wrong. You weren't Spike anymore. It was killing me. It looked like Spike, talked like Spike, but it wasn't Spike."
"You selfish bitch, is that what you wanna hear? Is that what Spike would have said? That you're spoiled and mean, that you're pushing thirty years old, but you're acting younger than Julia? What do you want me to do? Take your shit and follow you around like a love sick puppy dog like Spike did?"
Buffy could see the anger building within Spike. He never even gave her a chance to cut him off.
"You can't come waltzing in here after six years and continue to blame me for things I can't bloody do anything about. I'm sick of living in that vampire's shadow."
With that Spike threw a fifty on the table and angrily stormed out of the restaurant. Buffy just stared at him as he left. She was confused, she wasn't sure what she should do now. Should she go after him? Should she let him go? Buffy wiped the fresh tears that were streaming down her face. She then decided to take a walk and clear her mind. She wanted to have a game plan before she talked to Spike...er.William.whatever.
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Spike stormed through the alley's and the dark streets of downtown LA. He was so furious with himself for letting the Slayer get to him like that, yet again.
So bloody stubborn. I can't do anything about what I am now. I'm a man, thought that's what she wanted. Then I find out she loved me the way I was from the start. Fucking bitch, sending me through this hell. Why do I even bother to love her, why do I love her? She's rude to me, nasty, short tempered, stubborn, pigheaded, and about a million other horrible things. Cor' - when she smiles at me though. The way she blushes when I touch her. They way she chews on her bottom lip when she's nervous. Those are things worth dying for, mate. She just has to see you love her. She has to see how much she loved you. Get a grip man, you have to find her and tell her. Really tell her. You'll find her, tell her, kiss her, shag the hell out her, and live happily ever after.
After Spike's pep talk he realized he was being a fool, and felt even worse.
Before he knew it, he was standing in front of the headquarters of Angel Investigations. He pondered outside for a moment before venturing up the stairs. He opened the door and walked into the lobby. Sitting behind the counter was the one person who might be able to make sense out of the events of the last decade.
"Cordelia?" Spike spoke, walking slowly toward the brunette.
Cordelia looked up from her desk at the strangely handsome man standing in front of her.
"Will, so good to see you. Been a few weeks, how are you? Are you here to pick up the scrolls that Wesley needed help with?"
"Sure, I can pick those up for you luv. Actually I came to talk to you. Buffy showed up out of nowhere and we had a bit of a tiff. Well, actually, Buffy was being her usual royal bitchiness."
Cordelia chuckled to herself at Spike's colorful description of Buffy's behavior. So true she thought to herself before she spoke to Spike again.
"Come on in, I'll fix us some hot chocolate, with the little marshmallows you like. And then you can pour your heart out to me."
Spike and Cordelia went into the kitchen where they spent the next few hours discussing the bitchiness that is Buffy.