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Title: Tired Hearts

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A/N: hello I just want to tell you all, that you're all great! I had such nice reviews and they made me smile this morning! So keep on reviewing and I'll be even happier, and if you don't want to make me happy then, make yourself happy by telling me what you think!

            Any way not to go on; I had this dream last night (Not a sad pathetic dream though.) a while ago I read a book by Martina Cole (She my favourite author.) well last night it gave me some inspiration. I thought my story was becoming a bit dry and I was digging myself in further and soon I would be so deep I would ruin the whole thing at the end. Well now I've decided to take a whole new approach on things. Just so you know I'm not copying anything, just using it as a helpful encouragement. But I thought it best to be honest. Let me know if you like the way it's going.

            Just another note this is a very graphic chapter and could be found offensive, I have warned you and I'm very sorry if this does offend any one.

Mel xx xx

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            To anyone else Ted Smith was a normal man in his thirties; he was very attractive and very good-natured. He didn't look strong, and certainly looked harmless, all in all Ted Smith was a slightly good-looking Mr. Average. He worked the normal nine to five hours in a computer warehouse; he was paying a mortgage for a three bedrooms semi-detached house and went home to his girlfriend. Ted didn't have many friends, and wasn't very sociable so Faith was what he lived for. She had seduced him in a coffee house a year ago and knew he would be unable to ever let her go. His mind was buzzing with Joe-normal thoughts as he strolled down the streets that lead to his home after a very hard Thursday. He reached deep in his thick black duffle coat's pocket and pulled out his front door key.  He reached the porch of his Purley home and smiled widely.  

            Faith had put on her tight leather trousers and small white crop top. It showed of the large breasts and flat stomach. She had been to the gym that day as she always did. She had got back to Ted's at about three thirty and had jumped in the shower. He was due back any moment. As she looked in the mirror she smiled. Her long dark hair was hanging loosely in curls around her shoulders. As usual she was wearing dark make-up, she walked down the stairs into the boring front room. Ted decorating taste was boring, as was Ted. The problem with Faith was if she thought of something she would stick to it. When she was young she had decided to keep a diary and everyday since she would have without fail written the days events down. But when she had moved in with Ted she couldn't risk him finding it, so she had to stop. Whilst growing up Faith had always been popular with the boys. She had a long track record that due to her old diaries was able to keep count of. She had told her self when she reached number thirty she would settle sown with him, who ever he may be. Now though she regretted it, he repulsed her. She had been getting a coffee with a mate who had dared her to go and bed Ted. Everyone knew he was a loner, and all her mates laughed at him. Faith was never one to turn down a dare and so she seduced Ted into what she thought was a going to be another one nightstand. When she wrote the events in her diary she realised he was her thirtieth, she had phoned him up and began being a perfect girlfriend. But now she was so bored she thought she might be going insane. Everything he did and said bored her, his voice grated against he, she hated him but her thoughts had tied her down to him, and for the first time in her life she was thinking of disobeying them and leaving him. She heard the key turn in the lock it made her cringe.

"Faith, darling are you in?" Ted's voice was soft and gentle. Due to his accent you would think he came from well-mannered sociable family. But to Faiths knowledge he only had one sister, and she was living in Liverpool now.

"Through 'ere Ted." Her voice sounded course and dry. Her cockney accent at it's worst.

"You look nice are you off out?" Ted gently kissed Faith's cheek and she turned away as if it had scolded her. Bearing in mind that her muscles were aching from the earlier work out she quickly turned to face him once again.

"Yeah, gym. You know gotta keep this firm body you like so much." She tried to smile but it came out weak and small. Without another word she grabbed her bag and left the house.

            Once out she felt free. She jumped on the first red bus that came to the bus stop and headed to Purley town centre.

*******Twenty minutes later****

            Ted had cooked pasta for dinner. Although he knew Faith had been avoiding him recently he was still determined to keep her. He hated the thought of not laying next to her in bed at night. Four months ago she had stopped making love to him. She always had headaches or a really long period. But he could live with out sex because he had his magazines and snuff movies.

The thought made him hard straight away. He knew Faith wouldn't be back for another hour or so; he ran up stairs and pulled down the ladder to the loft. Once up he pulled open the small cabinet he stored up there, and greedily grabbed the tape he had required three weeks previously out of its cover and ran downstairs. He put the tape in the machine and made himself comfortable. He watched the young girl being dragged up to the deserted shed and then being raped over and over again. Ted undid his trousers and started pumping away at his throbbing cock. Then the young girl had her throat cut, Ted nearly came right then but instead calmed himself down. The blokes in black leather masks very similar to the one he had brought at the same time as this tape continued to sexually assault the dead girl and then the screen went black. Ted felt his seeds sliding down his hand and relaxed immediately. Quickly he cleaned himself up and started to tidy away his little secret.  Smiling a little smile that he never showed in public.

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Buffy smiled as she watched Spike clean his flat. She sat with her feet up on the small coffee table. It was her first day off work for a week and she was so tired. Spike on the other hand was full of energy. A big wet kiss hit Buffy's cheek and made her jump. She had been so caught up thinking, that she had not noticed Spike leaning over her from behind the sofa. The previous week had been blissful. The couple were even in bed making love or out of bed having fun in other ways. They were getting on so well and Buffy had never been so happy.

"Hey sit down, stop being all energetic!" Buffy exclaimed pulling Spike over the sofa so his head landed on her lap.

"What time is it?" Spike asked pulling the remote from her hand.

"Umm, eight o'clock why?"

"Eastenders." Spike muttered getting more comfy and wrapping his arms around her.

"Oh right" She paused and pouted. Spike looked up from her lap and laughed.

"What's up with you grumpy?" he said in a singsong voice.

"Thought we could go out. That's all." She answered still pouting, not realising the effect that her bottom lip was causing on Spike.

"Thought you were tired?" Spike asked half-heartily.

"Sleep later, dance now?" Her voice was childish and made Spike giggle out loud.

"Go get dressed then." With that Buffy gently moved him from her lap and jumped up in excitement. She lent down and kissed him passionately on the lips.

"What you waiting for pet? Go on hurry up." she kissed him gently once again and ran out of his apartment and into hers.

            Forty minutes later Buffy wandered back into Spikes apartment looking good enough to eat. She wore a tight pair of leather trousers and a small pink glittering cowl neck vest top. Her breasts were free and Spike noticed this straight away. He was wearing blue jeans and a red shirt wide open with a black shirt underneath. Spike reached out and pulled his stunning girlfriend towards him. He kissed her and took note of her deep mint fresh breath. He dragged her out of the apartment and within ten minutes they were outside the local nightclub. Buffy followed Spike in and got them a seat in the corner. Spike got their drinks and placed them on the table. They chatted about nothing important for ten minutes until a familiar voice caught them.

"Buff? Spike? What ya doing here?" Xander's English accent booming above the loud music, making Buffy jump.

 "Hey chief boy." Spike joked pulling him into the free seat next to him.

"Hi Xander, what you up to?" Buffy asked curiously.

"Just checking out the local talent. You know. Nothing special, you'd think it would be better on a Friday night." His eyes searched the room once more and stopped at the dance floor, his mouth dropped to the floor and watched the dark haired bird dance like nothing he had seen before.

"Hey," Xander poked Spike's arm whilst still looking at the tall beauty.

"Hey." He said louder this time still poking Spike's arm.

"What? Give it a rest poking me already." Spike moaned, he saw his friends fixed trance and soon saw what he was staring at. There were three girls dancing in a group but the one in the red top and dark jeans was the obvious candidate for Xander's drooling antics.

"Xander." Buffy shouted for the fourth time.

"Huh?" he turned and face Buffy, already missing the dark haired girl. "What?"

"You're drooling." She pointed to her lip mirroring him and laughed.

"Go chat to her." Spike urged on his male friend. 

"I couldn't, look at her she's all pretty and I'm all drooling and well, I don't know I'm so gonna get rejected." Xander took in the oxygen he needed and went to continue until Buffy held up her hand for a sign of silence. She then stood up and straighten herself out. She proceeded to walk away from her boyfriend and work college. As she reached the middle of the dance floor she smiled coyly at the girl. She could see why Xander and any other boy would drool at her. She was really pretty but looked more sexy, Goth, chick.

"Umm hi," Buffy started nervously suddenly noticing how much taller this girl was to her.

"Well I was just w-w-wondering…" the girl cut her off

"Look Blondie I 'ent no lesbo. Can't beat a dick you know?" All her friends laughed and she turned away. Buffy felt a surge of embarrassment, but then thought about Xander and how much he liked this mysterious cockney girl. A power ram through Buffy and she tapped the girl's shoulder.

"Look, I 'ent a 'lesbo', my mate really likes you. And I thought you might be interested. That's all." With that Buffy turned to walk away but her hand was caught in the action.

            It was finally Friday night and Faith had arranged to go out with her mates to a new nightclub. They all wanted a night away from their blokes, and there was no way Faith was missing out. Ted was getting more annoying and yesterday he had been all creepy. She had grabbed a cab and left without even saying a goodbye. She was dressed to the nines and had made it into the nightclub at about ten o'clock. Straight away she was dancing and enjoying herself immensely. When a small blonde girl had came up stuttering and nervously chatting her up she felt an amazing power. Since being with Ted she had lost her nerve, but now with no one she knew but her close mates who all worshipped her, she could be who she wanted to be. The pretty blonde girl had bitten back at her gay comment and Faith nearly blushed. The girl had fight in her and Faith had respected that. As the girl went to turn away Faith grabbed her hand, she nodded to the other side of the room, which was the bar and waved at her mates. When they reached the bar Faith held out her hand, Buffy took it and they shook.

"Faith." Her cockney accent being held back and sounding almost polite.

"Buffy." Buffy smiled and ordered two drinks.

 Within ten minutes the two had become very good friends and within a following forty minutes Faith and Xander were leaving the club together. Spike and Buffy soon went home after, Buffy proud of her matchmaking, and Spike proud that she had made her own friend.

A/N this is going to get so, so much better I can't wait to write the next chapter but I need lots of reviews before I do, but I give you a hint and if you don't want them look away!

#Murders

#Rapes

#Betrayal

#Old friends

#Spuffy goodness

And loads more so please, please review.