Disclaimer: I've said it all before Joss owns BTVS series I don't, I just use his characters to make stories for all you to read.
Title: Tired Hearts
Buffy stared at the sink. Spike was behind her with his mouth open wide.
"Was this you? Tell me this is a joke?" Buffy's questions hurt Spike, the thought of her not trusting him, thinking that he would pull this sort of sick joke crushed him.
"What do you mean was it me? Buff why would I do this? It's sick!" Buffy could hear the heart ache in his voice.
"I don't it's just… who could get in here? Who could…" she trailed of still staring at the now crimson sink. Sitting on the drain was a beheaded Barbie head with two drawing pins pointing through it's eyes, there was some sort of crimson liquid splattered haphazardly around the bowl and the torso of the Barbie was laying in between the taps, cut to ribbons, the same crimson liquid running from it.
"Who the fuck got in here?" Spikes voice was angry, hurt and in pure disbelieve.
"Did you leave your door unlocked?" he forced Buffy to turn around and face him and stared into her eyes.
"No!" she stared back
"Well maybe… I might have…" she trailed of once again trying to think hard about what she had done as she had left her apartment. Spike raised his hand and combed them through his bleached hair, which was now no longer gelled and was curling into blonde ringlets.
"No I locked it I swear." She walked from her bathroom.
"Spike, someone was in here." She waved her hand around the hall. Gesturing that her home had been broken into and that she now felt violated. Spike rushed past her and went to the front door he searched inside and out but there was no sign of a forced entry.
"Did you give anyone a spare key? Buffy?" she had wandered into the front room and sat down on the couch, her earlier tiredness hitting her with full force. As Spike wondered through to the front room and asked her again softly this time realising that she to was in shock, she slowly shook her head indicating that she didn't.
"You won't leave me tonight Spike, will you? Please don't." Her voice was shaking, making Spikes heart leap towards her. Slowly he scooped her up carrying her over his two outstretched arms. Her legs dangling freely over his left arm and her head snuggled up on his right shoulder her arms hanging loosely around his neck. Her breathing became even and soft as he lay her on her bed and put the covers over her body, she was wearing only his t-shirt and he smiled as it stretched over her breasts. In her slumber Buffy mumbled and turned, Spike kissed her forehead, and knowing it would be a long time before he could join her in her world of rest, he began to tidy up the bathroom.
The crimson liquid was hard to remove from the basin but Spike managed with bleach. He determined it must have been red food dye, but being no scientist he could only guess. With rubber gloves he picked up the dismembered Barbie and put them in plastic sandwich bags. After cleaning around the rest of the sink he put the sandwich bags into his coat pockets. He decided to keep them. He hoped this was just a joke someone was playing, but what with the note and now this it was all becoming a bit suspicious. In only his boxers he quietly slipped into bed with his girlfriend. Her hair was fanned out around her she looked like an angel.
The thought made him jump. Angel was Buffy's ex and he was an evil ex at that. He had enough resentment for Buffy to this. Spike relaxed again as he laughed at himself, Angel was in America thousands of miles away. He had his Buffy in England, and as long as he lived he would keep her safe. He settled back down and cuddled up to his goldilocks. He heard her let out a sigh of what sounded of relieve, he lent down and kissed her cheek.
"Love you, pet." As he went to move he heard a whisper escape her lips
"Love you too."
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Faith awoke wondering where she was. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Xander's face in front of hers. Pictures of the night before started flashing in front of her eyes. She smiled at the thought of him asking her permission, his gentleness and the way he hugged her after they had made love. That's what they had done. They had made love; she shifted slightly and looked at the clock on the bedside cabinet. It flashed twelve thirty and she jumped out of bed. This sudden movement woke Xander up and he jumped out with just as much shock as his lover of the night before.
"What's up?" he asked shocked.
"I-I-It's twelve thirty!" Faiths cockney accent coming out in her panic, she started searching the room for her clothes.
"Really… I've got work in like, two hours ago." Xander's calm and collective voice made Faith smirk.
"So what you late for work too?" He grabbed Faiths shoulders making her stop trying to find her bra. He looked into her eyes and she turned her head.
"Umm, yeah… work." She answered shyly.
"What's going on? Are you regretting last night? Oh my God you're regretting last night." He paused tying to think why on earth she would have regretted it. He certainly didn't, Faith was amazing, her movement, her body, her mind, all in all she was perfect. He wanted her so badly; he hated the thought of her being a one-night stand.
"NO!" Faith corrected all his unnerving thoughts in one word. She was never going to regret that night, for as long as she lived. And as she looked over Xander pulling on his boxers she smiled.
"See the thing is well…" she had to tell him about Ted. She just didn't know how too.
"I know, work, late for." Xander filled in her sentence although it was completely wrong. He had no idea that Faith didn't work, she did do the occasional out-work for a factory. But she had no solid job.
"Yeah work." Faith agreed. She hated lying to him, but she had no other choice at this moment. She smiled sweetly and got dressed. In ten minutes Faith was at the door, she had used Xander's mouthwash to freshen her breath, and declined a lift to work.
"Can I see you again?" Xander was surprise how sturdy his voice sounded. Inside he was begging her to allow him into her life.
"Just about to ask you the same thing." She giggled, her usual sarcastic ways melted, thus was the effect Xander had on her.
"Take that as a big fat yes." He joked as they walked from his door towards the street.
"Defiantly." She laughed. She kissed him softly on his lips and began to walk away, with every step her heart pulling her to go back and tell him everything.
"I'll phone you!" Xander shouted down the road. She stopped in her track and turned to face him. As she walked back her heart flickered with excitement.
"No! I'll phone you, promise, what time do you finish?" she spoke softly as she reached him her accent vanishing with each word.
"Half eight. Hear from you then?" he was nervous she wouldn't call but as they mouths met in a mind-blowing kiss all his fears disappeared. He knew he'd defiantly get a call when he finished work.
As he drove to work he thought over the night before. Faith was something else. She was defiantly his kind of woman. He knew he needed to be with her, one night would not be enough.
Faith was also thinking, but about Ted. How she was going to explain about her being out all night. Luckily he would be at work until five thirty so she would act normal and figure away out of this mess. But she wanted to be out of it with Xander, certainly not Ted. One thing she hadn't counted on was the fact that Ted wasn't going to be easy to dump, and certainly wouldn't let her go to someone else. He'd kill her first.
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Xander finally turned into work about one o'clock.
"Your lucky Alexander Harris!" Willows stern voice echoing around the empty bistro.
"What?" if Willow used her stern voice and his full name he knew he was in for it. So he tried his puppy dog eyes that would usually make Willow forgive him anything. But instead her right eyebrow rose up and she pulled a small pout, (although they all knew Buffy was the true pout master)
"Oh God!" Xander put his hands up to his face and dropped his jaw.
"W-W-What?" Tara had walked in to the scene and was beginning to wonder if maybe she should of stayed in the kitchen. Xander grabbed his best friend by the shoulders and turned her around to face her mousy blonde girlfriend.
"You see this Tara." He pointed towards Willow's face.
"This is Willows resolve face. Be afraid, be very afraid!" he joked
"Xander!" Willow wiggled out of his grip to hear her girlfriend sniggering into her hands and she started to blush.
"You're so lucky it's been dead today!" Willow tried to stay stern but couldn't stay mad any longer at her longest companion. The phone rang and Willow ran to pick it up.
"Saved by the bell!" Xander laughed as he made his way out to the kitchen.
"Purley Bistro." Willows voice was chirpy and friendly.
"Hi Will's" Spike Voice came down the other end of the telephone
"Oh, Spike. What's the matter?"
"Buffy's gonna be a bit late… something happened last night and we're trying to sort it out. She'll be in about three-ish is that ok with you?" Spike knew it would be.
"Ahuh. What happened? You're not gonna tell me are you?" Willow sounded disappointed by the end of the sentence.
Spike chuckled and said his goodbyes. Willow was wondering what could have happened that would make Buffy have to be late?
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Spike got back into bed with Buffy he had been downstairs and told Anya to cope without him today and that if she had anything he needed to go over to leave it on his desk, but he knew that she could handle it all herself. He cuddled up to Buffy. They had woke up early this morning and spoke about the night before, leaving out the bit where they had told each other they loved one another. Spike had told her thinking she was asleep not dosing. Buffy had thought she was dreaming and had answered truthfully. Truth be told they were both embarrassed by what the other might think.
"Phoned red, you can go in at three… which means you have to start getting ready soon." He kissed the top of her forehead
"No work just cuddles." She said in a childish voice.
"Work now, all the cuddles you could ask for later?" Spike compromised. Buffy let out an over acierated moan and got up protesting and slamming her feet down hard.
"Spike I need a bath." Her voice was a bit shaky.
"I know pet!" he held his hand to his nose and started making gestures that she smelt. But to him she smelt of vanilla, coconuts and him, which he loved.
"That's so not fair! I don't smell! Do I?" Buffy started wiggling her nose trying to discreetly smell herself but Spike saw and noticed all the little lines that made her face become cute and really young. He laughed and got out of bed. He pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her hair.
"Seriously Spike, I don't want to go in there." She looked up at him and began pouting and squinting.
"I've sorted it all out. Promise it's not scary any more." He looked down and started to pull her towards the bedroom door out to the hallway.
"Yeah but…"
"It's a cute one." Spike laughed unable to resist the joke.
"Spike! I mean… well can you come with me, please?" she was looking down at the floor. Spike pulled her face up and kissed her soft lips. He walked to the bathroom and ran in the bath. When it was filled Spike sat on the toilet with the lid down and called Buffy in.
She stepped in shyly and undressed from his T-Shirt. As she stepped into the bath she relaxed immediately. After the bath she went around the flat locking all the windows, even though she was on the twelfth floor she didn't want to be caught out again. She put on her waitress uniform and told Spike she was ready. They then went to his flat and he got changed and with in thirty minutes she was on the bus with Spike by her side. He had promised that he would look in on her flat every hour just to check everything was going ok. He would work from his flat today he decided.
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Faith walked into the place she had called home for almost six months now. She hated its décor. It was so bland. She ran upstairs and had a long bath. Then she put the oven on and began to cook a roast for dinner. She knew Ted liked them, as the oven heated up she got changed into a pair of jeans and a baggy jumper, she let her hair dry naturally so it was wavy. As she heard Ted's key in the front door she unconsciously held her breath. He opened the door and looked into the front room. He walked past the settee and past the bookcase towards the kitchen, inside he saw Faith standing fresh faced and her hands behind her back, his mind began to flicker away and instead of her baggy jumper, she was wearing a tight leather top with no material over her breast's leaving them exposed. And instead of jeans she was wearing PVC pants with no bottoms. So her wet cunt would be hanging free and exposed. He felt himself harden and felt like taking her then and then.
"Hiya." Faiths voice cut though the amazing daydream he was having but his throbbing erection was still bulging. Faith was pretty even without the PVC.
"Hello love. What are you cooking?" the picture of Faith came back but this time he could see himself in his mask beating her with wooden plank with rusty nails poking out. He watched as a dirty nail entered her sex and she screamed in agony.
"Dinner, well roast actually." He was thankful of her words penetrating his thoughts as he would have come there and then. And that would have been very embarrassing. He was still angry with his cheating whore of a girlfriend and the anger was bubbling up inside him.
"I'm going to skip dinner dear. I made plans with my friends and well I'm going out for the night. You'll be here though?" he asked with no emotion what so ever.
"Yes, of course I will." She smiled at the thought of not having to fall asleep with him leaching to her, at the thought that she would phone Xander and invite him over and tell him everything. Explain the situation to him. She saw her mistake in her having to always do what she promised herself-ways. Promises were made to be broken (Well hers were anyway.) she was also happy that Ted had not asked about where she was last night.
"What time will you be home?" She smiled playing the concerned girlfriend act.
"Oh around twelve thirty. Is that ok?" he smiled coyly making her insides shudder.
"Yes that's great. Have fun won't you." She began hustling him up the stairs.
At eight he left and she waited three quarters of an hour until she phoned Xander.
Ted on the other hand had lied. He had no friends at all. He got in his car and started driving around. He had seen a very pretty girl the other day and he knew that she would be walking the same path. He drove past her within fifteen minutes. The night was dark and by nine o'clock he had her tied up in the back seat of his blue metro.
A/N: Hehehe! I will continue if and when I get the right amount of reviews… can't tempt fate so I won't tell you but I missed my goal for this chapter. So I've made a new one… please help!
Lots of love Mel xx