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Spike.
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Buffy walked home grudgingly, hoping to the powers above that Spike and Rowan had left last night. Buffy hadn't felt this bad since she had gotten pulled back from Heaven. She wondered why it had taken so long for her to realize how much she loved Spike, and now that she had found her own truth, he had left her. Left her for a werewolf who had interlaced herself in Buffy's life. Xander and Willow knew her, were good friends with her. How had this happened without her knowing? How had it been so close to the surface with out her seeing it? She thought about Spike and Rowan and everything that had happened, as she opened the door. She walked into the empty living room, and threw her stake and her jacket on the couch. "Dawn! Where are you?" she called. * Please don't tell me she left. Maybe she went to the Magic Box. I'll call over there after a shower. * Buffy jogged up the stairs and into the bathroom. She was aware of how much she smelled like grass and dead people. After she had spent a good hour or two crying on her mother's grave, she had walked over to Spike's crypt and had lie down in his bed. She smelled his scent, a mix of booze and cigarette's, with an undersmell of blood. She had gotten angry when Spike and Rowan hadn't shown up. A million images of those two coupling, kissing, making love had passed through her mind, and it had shattered a part of her. Buffy had walked out of the crypt and toward home at sunrise, and the two had never shown up.
Spike kissed Rowan's neck, on the vein that held her life's blood. He could smell her, her scent of roses, of water, life. Being around her made him feel alive again, much like the way Buffy made him feel. Except Rowan didn't push him away all the time, welcoming him instead, like now. She reached up with sharper teeth than humans are meant to have, and bit him lightly on the chest, drawing a slight trickle of blood. She licked it, then soul-kissed him with an unnatural passion. Spike couldn't stand it anymore, and ripped the dress off her, shredding it to a million pieces. She stood fully nude in front of him, looking like she was Artemis herself. He felt a sudden tightness in his jeans, and realized just looking at her excited him. He pressed himself against her, and moaned when she unzipped his jeans and stroked his member. He picked her up, and threw her on the bed, then stripped off his shirt and boots. He jumped on her and proceeded to softly bite her with blunt teeth until she cried for him to end it. He pushed himself on top of her, and then the door opened.
"What the fuck are you doing? Get out of here!" Buffy screamed at the two forms on her bed. She was wrapped in a towel, and her hair was still wet. One figure rose from the bed and disappeared, only to be seen running on fours to the doorway. Rowan raced out of the bedroom, and out the door. Which left Spike alone, horny, and almost naked in Buffy's room. Buffy walked up to him and slapped him across the face. "That's for fucking her in my room," she said. Then she punched him in the stomach, hard. "That's for breaking my heart." Spike fell on the floor and lied there waiting for her to dust him. Instead he heard her fall on the floor. He sat up, and saw her sitting with her head on her knees and sobbing. He collapsed on the floor, and said, "Pet, I think you've just seen how much it hurts to get pushed away. The pain I feel every time I look at you, every time I try to be yours, every bleeding time you leave me. That's why I can't stand it anymore. Your games, your denials, your words that make me want to end what life I've got left. I'll always love you, Buffy, but I can't bloody well stay around you." He climbed up off the floor, grabbed his duster and boots, and walked out. He grabbed a blanket off the couch in the living room, and pulled it around him. He could still hear Buffy upstairs, sobbing, and though it pulled his unbeating heart to do so, he left, and ran to his crypt, which promised love, darkness, and comfort.
Rowan ran in her wolf shape, still thinking about Spike, somehow dominating the wolf inside her, and Buffy walking in, her shout still ringing in Rowan's mind. She had done what and wolf would do in the situation. She Changed and got the fuck out of there. She felt a giddiness of pulling one over on that bitchy Slayer, but hated herself for feeling that way. She reminded herself of her family. * Remember, that kind of shit got everyone killed. * Daniel, her eldest brother, had fallen for a village girl, a human girl. He would leave the castle when everyone napped, and would see her in the forests. The girl's father found out, and followed Daniel. He was surprised when, after the youth had bathed his daughter's scent off, he turned into a wolf. The frightened human had run to his village, and gathered an army of his brethren. They numbered in the hundreds, and killed the entire pack, save Rowan, who was hunting. * The Pack could have won, if those damn humans hadn't melted all the silver in their fucking church. Humans killed my family, my Pack! * Her renewed anger made her run harder, until she reached the crypt. She slowed and Changed, marking to whomever passed that a wolf was here, and walked in. She collapsed on the bed, and fell asleep.
Spike ran into the crypt, throwing off the smoking blanket. "Damn that bloody sun. Wish they made sunscreen in SPF 3000." He muttered, then chuckled at his joke. He walked down to his room, to find an exquisitely naked Rowan asleep in his bed. He lie down next to her, and kissed her eyelids. She opened them slowly, and smiled. Spike smirked at her and said, "My, what big teeth you have." She laughed, and responded, "All the better to bite you with, my dear." She bit his neck, softly, and kissed the indentions. He leaned down to kiss her on the mouth, then again kissed her life-vein. He asked a question so few vampires asked. "May I?" She nodded, and adjusted so that it would be more comfortable. He bit her, and began slowly sucking blood. Her life flowed into him, revealing colors to him he didn't know existed. He went hot and cold, and shuddered when he stopped. Wolven-kind had blood that was indescribable. It could make an almost destroyed vamp healed in a matter of minutes. It was beautiful, and the fact that she had let him drink of her showed she trusted him completely. It was then he realized that he was in love with Rowan, and would never want to be parted from her again.
Author's note: Yes, Buffy is gone from Spike's heart. ::evil laugh:: Does it show how much I hate her? Sorry. But no worries. Keep reading, and please review!
Buffy walked home grudgingly, hoping to the powers above that Spike and Rowan had left last night. Buffy hadn't felt this bad since she had gotten pulled back from Heaven. She wondered why it had taken so long for her to realize how much she loved Spike, and now that she had found her own truth, he had left her. Left her for a werewolf who had interlaced herself in Buffy's life. Xander and Willow knew her, were good friends with her. How had this happened without her knowing? How had it been so close to the surface with out her seeing it? She thought about Spike and Rowan and everything that had happened, as she opened the door. She walked into the empty living room, and threw her stake and her jacket on the couch. "Dawn! Where are you?" she called. * Please don't tell me she left. Maybe she went to the Magic Box. I'll call over there after a shower. * Buffy jogged up the stairs and into the bathroom. She was aware of how much she smelled like grass and dead people. After she had spent a good hour or two crying on her mother's grave, she had walked over to Spike's crypt and had lie down in his bed. She smelled his scent, a mix of booze and cigarette's, with an undersmell of blood. She had gotten angry when Spike and Rowan hadn't shown up. A million images of those two coupling, kissing, making love had passed through her mind, and it had shattered a part of her. Buffy had walked out of the crypt and toward home at sunrise, and the two had never shown up.
Spike kissed Rowan's neck, on the vein that held her life's blood. He could smell her, her scent of roses, of water, life. Being around her made him feel alive again, much like the way Buffy made him feel. Except Rowan didn't push him away all the time, welcoming him instead, like now. She reached up with sharper teeth than humans are meant to have, and bit him lightly on the chest, drawing a slight trickle of blood. She licked it, then soul-kissed him with an unnatural passion. Spike couldn't stand it anymore, and ripped the dress off her, shredding it to a million pieces. She stood fully nude in front of him, looking like she was Artemis herself. He felt a sudden tightness in his jeans, and realized just looking at her excited him. He pressed himself against her, and moaned when she unzipped his jeans and stroked his member. He picked her up, and threw her on the bed, then stripped off his shirt and boots. He jumped on her and proceeded to softly bite her with blunt teeth until she cried for him to end it. He pushed himself on top of her, and then the door opened.
"What the fuck are you doing? Get out of here!" Buffy screamed at the two forms on her bed. She was wrapped in a towel, and her hair was still wet. One figure rose from the bed and disappeared, only to be seen running on fours to the doorway. Rowan raced out of the bedroom, and out the door. Which left Spike alone, horny, and almost naked in Buffy's room. Buffy walked up to him and slapped him across the face. "That's for fucking her in my room," she said. Then she punched him in the stomach, hard. "That's for breaking my heart." Spike fell on the floor and lied there waiting for her to dust him. Instead he heard her fall on the floor. He sat up, and saw her sitting with her head on her knees and sobbing. He collapsed on the floor, and said, "Pet, I think you've just seen how much it hurts to get pushed away. The pain I feel every time I look at you, every time I try to be yours, every bleeding time you leave me. That's why I can't stand it anymore. Your games, your denials, your words that make me want to end what life I've got left. I'll always love you, Buffy, but I can't bloody well stay around you." He climbed up off the floor, grabbed his duster and boots, and walked out. He grabbed a blanket off the couch in the living room, and pulled it around him. He could still hear Buffy upstairs, sobbing, and though it pulled his unbeating heart to do so, he left, and ran to his crypt, which promised love, darkness, and comfort.
Rowan ran in her wolf shape, still thinking about Spike, somehow dominating the wolf inside her, and Buffy walking in, her shout still ringing in Rowan's mind. She had done what and wolf would do in the situation. She Changed and got the fuck out of there. She felt a giddiness of pulling one over on that bitchy Slayer, but hated herself for feeling that way. She reminded herself of her family. * Remember, that kind of shit got everyone killed. * Daniel, her eldest brother, had fallen for a village girl, a human girl. He would leave the castle when everyone napped, and would see her in the forests. The girl's father found out, and followed Daniel. He was surprised when, after the youth had bathed his daughter's scent off, he turned into a wolf. The frightened human had run to his village, and gathered an army of his brethren. They numbered in the hundreds, and killed the entire pack, save Rowan, who was hunting. * The Pack could have won, if those damn humans hadn't melted all the silver in their fucking church. Humans killed my family, my Pack! * Her renewed anger made her run harder, until she reached the crypt. She slowed and Changed, marking to whomever passed that a wolf was here, and walked in. She collapsed on the bed, and fell asleep.
Spike ran into the crypt, throwing off the smoking blanket. "Damn that bloody sun. Wish they made sunscreen in SPF 3000." He muttered, then chuckled at his joke. He walked down to his room, to find an exquisitely naked Rowan asleep in his bed. He lie down next to her, and kissed her eyelids. She opened them slowly, and smiled. Spike smirked at her and said, "My, what big teeth you have." She laughed, and responded, "All the better to bite you with, my dear." She bit his neck, softly, and kissed the indentions. He leaned down to kiss her on the mouth, then again kissed her life-vein. He asked a question so few vampires asked. "May I?" She nodded, and adjusted so that it would be more comfortable. He bit her, and began slowly sucking blood. Her life flowed into him, revealing colors to him he didn't know existed. He went hot and cold, and shuddered when he stopped. Wolven-kind had blood that was indescribable. It could make an almost destroyed vamp healed in a matter of minutes. It was beautiful, and the fact that she had let him drink of her showed she trusted him completely. It was then he realized that he was in love with Rowan, and would never want to be parted from her again.
Author's note: Yes, Buffy is gone from Spike's heart. ::evil laugh:: Does it show how much I hate her? Sorry. But no worries. Keep reading, and please review!