Chapter 2
When Buffy woke up Spike was gone. They both had a habit of doing that. It was dark downstairs so she thought that it was night outside. So she went upstairs and found Spike laying on a sarcophagus staring at the cobwebbed infested ceiling.
"Spike?" She asked a little scared.
"Hey babe." He said not even looking at her.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing much. How was your nap?"
"It was fine." She said as she approched with caution. She hadn't seen him like this since she fist saw him in the school basement.
"You going to stick around, or are you going to leave again." He had now drifted his eyes from the ceiling to the center of his nose causing him to go cross eyed. "Have you ever looked at your nose so long that your eyes started to hurt?"
"Yeah. It's because your nerves in your eyes weren't ment to focus on things so close to your face. Or somerthing like that." She was now by his side. "Are you ok?" Spike ignored her. "Spike?" He turned.
"Yeah."
"Are you ok?"
"You know, I don't know if I am." He paused. "I've been feeling a little, not so me lately." He sat up and pulled Buffy in between his legs with his right hand hiding his left holding her by her hips. "You know what?"
"What?" She had now clamed down from her tense self.
"I think that I'm going insane."
"We've already been there in the last year. Are you sure?"
"Well I don't know. Because before nightfall I stuck my hand outside and as always it caught on fire but, it didn't hurt..until my hand looked like this and I saw it." Spike stuck his hand out in front of Buffy.
"Oh my God! Why did you do that? What's wrong with you?" she bent down and picked up a bottle of Jack Daniels and pored it down Spike's left hand.
"Holy Shit! What did you do that for?"
"With your chance it's going to get infected. Then no more left hand. That would suck for you because your left handed. Now tell me what brought this on?"
"I don't know I just thought it was something I had to do. Buffy that me can't come out again, last time I killed girls. A lot of girls who were just looking for a good time. And the only time they had was the last moments they were alive. I can't be that person Buffy.please don't let me be that person again." Spike started sobbing in Buffy's arms.
"I promise I won't let that happen." Buffy declared. "Hey look at me." Spike did as she asked. "I won't loss you that way. I'll lose you in war, never untouched like this."
"Are you mine always?" He asked.
To Be Continued....
When Buffy woke up Spike was gone. They both had a habit of doing that. It was dark downstairs so she thought that it was night outside. So she went upstairs and found Spike laying on a sarcophagus staring at the cobwebbed infested ceiling.
"Spike?" She asked a little scared.
"Hey babe." He said not even looking at her.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing much. How was your nap?"
"It was fine." She said as she approched with caution. She hadn't seen him like this since she fist saw him in the school basement.
"You going to stick around, or are you going to leave again." He had now drifted his eyes from the ceiling to the center of his nose causing him to go cross eyed. "Have you ever looked at your nose so long that your eyes started to hurt?"
"Yeah. It's because your nerves in your eyes weren't ment to focus on things so close to your face. Or somerthing like that." She was now by his side. "Are you ok?" Spike ignored her. "Spike?" He turned.
"Yeah."
"Are you ok?"
"You know, I don't know if I am." He paused. "I've been feeling a little, not so me lately." He sat up and pulled Buffy in between his legs with his right hand hiding his left holding her by her hips. "You know what?"
"What?" She had now clamed down from her tense self.
"I think that I'm going insane."
"We've already been there in the last year. Are you sure?"
"Well I don't know. Because before nightfall I stuck my hand outside and as always it caught on fire but, it didn't hurt..until my hand looked like this and I saw it." Spike stuck his hand out in front of Buffy.
"Oh my God! Why did you do that? What's wrong with you?" she bent down and picked up a bottle of Jack Daniels and pored it down Spike's left hand.
"Holy Shit! What did you do that for?"
"With your chance it's going to get infected. Then no more left hand. That would suck for you because your left handed. Now tell me what brought this on?"
"I don't know I just thought it was something I had to do. Buffy that me can't come out again, last time I killed girls. A lot of girls who were just looking for a good time. And the only time they had was the last moments they were alive. I can't be that person Buffy.please don't let me be that person again." Spike started sobbing in Buffy's arms.
"I promise I won't let that happen." Buffy declared. "Hey look at me." Spike did as she asked. "I won't loss you that way. I'll lose you in war, never untouched like this."
"Are you mine always?" He asked.
To Be Continued....