AN: Spike has seen Buffy, but does he have the courage to do what he came
for? Will he kill her?
The Choice: Chapter 16
Buffy felt the preternatural presence but choose to ignore it. She had to get Willow out of there, even though she was a powerful witch. She not only felt an incredible power, but also something else, something she couldn't place.
"Will, do you mind?"
Willow looked at her best friend. The last couple of weeks Buffy had been missing for days on end. When Willow tried a locator spell and had found her in a crypt on the old cemetery. When she expressed her worry Buffy hadn't reacted. Willow had seen the chair in the crypt, a few looks and she asked herself for how long Buffy had been hiding out there. But she had promised she wouldn't say a word to any of the others. She just told everyone Buffy was safe and that she would keep patrolling.
"Are you sure? I can stay for a little while longer."
"No, it's okay. Tell Dawn I love her."
"I will. Tomorrow?"
"Yeah." Buffy smiled.
When Willow walked away Buffy concentrated again on her spidersense to track the demon. He was very close, she could feel it. She was not in the mood to play games. She stood in the middle of an open space.
"Come out! I will find you anyway! I promise I will make dying a lot easier if you come out now."
"Yeah, you always had guts."
Even though she was prepared, he still caught her by surprise. He was a voice in the dark and didn't let her see himself.
"Angel? Is that you? You know I hate it when you spy on me."
At her words the creature stepped forward. It was a vampire, clad in a long leather duster. He was a rather dark figure in a whole.
"Who are you?"
"They call me Spike."
"I have no idea who you are and frankly I don't care."
She took her stance.
"Let's go."
To her amazement he shook his head and slowly came closer.
"I don't want to fight you. I just. . . wanted to see you again."
"Okay, you are one strange vampire. From which grave did you come? You are not a bloodthirsty minion."
"If I come closer, will you stake me?"
"Probably."
"I'll take my chances."
He walked up to her, but couldn't read any recognition in her eyes. So he stopped in front of her and put his hands in his pockets. Buffy didn't know what to do.
"You're not punching me."
"I'm still deciding."
"Look Slayer. . . this is weird, I know. . . I. . ."
He hesitated and looked away. When he looked back at her she watched blood tears fall from his eyes.
"Emm. . . vampire. . . Spike, what the hell is going on?"
"Nothing. It was good to see you."
He nodded and walked to the bushes surrounding the cemetery.
"And if you want to stake me, watch the leather, okay?"
The Choice: Chapter 16
Buffy felt the preternatural presence but choose to ignore it. She had to get Willow out of there, even though she was a powerful witch. She not only felt an incredible power, but also something else, something she couldn't place.
"Will, do you mind?"
Willow looked at her best friend. The last couple of weeks Buffy had been missing for days on end. When Willow tried a locator spell and had found her in a crypt on the old cemetery. When she expressed her worry Buffy hadn't reacted. Willow had seen the chair in the crypt, a few looks and she asked herself for how long Buffy had been hiding out there. But she had promised she wouldn't say a word to any of the others. She just told everyone Buffy was safe and that she would keep patrolling.
"Are you sure? I can stay for a little while longer."
"No, it's okay. Tell Dawn I love her."
"I will. Tomorrow?"
"Yeah." Buffy smiled.
When Willow walked away Buffy concentrated again on her spidersense to track the demon. He was very close, she could feel it. She was not in the mood to play games. She stood in the middle of an open space.
"Come out! I will find you anyway! I promise I will make dying a lot easier if you come out now."
"Yeah, you always had guts."
Even though she was prepared, he still caught her by surprise. He was a voice in the dark and didn't let her see himself.
"Angel? Is that you? You know I hate it when you spy on me."
At her words the creature stepped forward. It was a vampire, clad in a long leather duster. He was a rather dark figure in a whole.
"Who are you?"
"They call me Spike."
"I have no idea who you are and frankly I don't care."
She took her stance.
"Let's go."
To her amazement he shook his head and slowly came closer.
"I don't want to fight you. I just. . . wanted to see you again."
"Okay, you are one strange vampire. From which grave did you come? You are not a bloodthirsty minion."
"If I come closer, will you stake me?"
"Probably."
"I'll take my chances."
He walked up to her, but couldn't read any recognition in her eyes. So he stopped in front of her and put his hands in his pockets. Buffy didn't know what to do.
"You're not punching me."
"I'm still deciding."
"Look Slayer. . . this is weird, I know. . . I. . ."
He hesitated and looked away. When he looked back at her she watched blood tears fall from his eyes.
"Emm. . . vampire. . . Spike, what the hell is going on?"
"Nothing. It was good to see you."
He nodded and walked to the bushes surrounding the cemetery.
"And if you want to stake me, watch the leather, okay?"