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Title: Tired Hearts
A/N: I'M SO SORRY! Seriously I never meant to be all mean and uncaring. I had major writing block! I was really stuck, then I had this dream and I was like HEY THAT'S IT! But then my fellow work mate went on holiday so I haven't stopped and then we had to restock again! My god this month has been mad, the b/f and I broke up about three times, but we're back together and in love. blah, blah, blah. Oh the stress of living together is intense! I mean he come in from a nightclub, on a Friday night and be all You Don't Love ME! And I'll be asleep, because I have work the next morning! But we have things settled and are on an agreement! Anyway now I'm freezing and am in my woollies and such! Any way please let me know what you think of this chapter it would be greatly appreciated!
Mel xxx
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Buffy stared Riley in the eyes, the lighting was dim and shadows were cast upon every surface and wall. The small window opposite the bed was open a slight crack and allowed a long cold breeze to whistle through the dingy room. He had said nothing since her outburst, him calling her love was the last thing she needed, she was dazed and groggy, she just wanted to be at her flat with Dawn and Spike. The thought of her two loved ones made her tears well up. She wasn't as stupid as this Riley obviously thought. She knew she was in trouble, that he was the one who had been watching her like he was now; she could see it lurking behind his eyes. The emptiness and neediness that shone from behind them made her heart ache, as she to was feeling the need to be loved. And she knew she was but the person who loved her was nowhere near her. She needed to be in his arms, she needed to hear him tell her how special she was to him. Her hand crawled to her soon to be swelling stomach. Unconsciously she stroked the growing foetus soon to be her baby.
Riley watched as she stroked her stomach a small smirk growing on her face as she daydreamed straight through him. Her fingers tickled tiny circles over her womb, and her eyes glazed over. Riley didn't know what to think.
"Are you. I, I mean. um are you?" he started to gesture to her stomach with his eyes, his husky voice brought her from her daze, although her hand still traced patterns comforting her growing child. She smiled slightly. She wasn't afraid of this stuttering fool, he was but a child himself, even if he was older than her in years, he was obviously living in his own mixed up world.
"Am, am, am I what?" Buffy ask cockily, she wasn't going to shy away. She had been in a similar position with a boy she thought she had loved, she had shied away from Angel and he had attacked her, well this time she wasn't standing for it.
Riley on the other hand was taken aback by her comment, she obviously was mimicking his earlier stuttering as a way to confuse and hurt him. And it was working; he swallowed the growing lump in his throat trying not to let her know she was affecting him like she was. With the lump clear he stared at her once again.
"Are you pregnant." He asked clearly.
"What's it to you?" She answered.
"Are you?" he asked again, not answering her question.
"Yes I am, A month actually. Got a doctors appointment on Tuesday." She smiled and stood up stroking her trousers down trying to remove the creases. She had to try and walk away and hopefully she could get back into Spike's arms so together they could find Faith.
"Well thank-you for your generosity." Buffy started shuffling towards the other side of the bed Riley's eyes watching her every move; he was still in shock from her announcement.
"I appreciate your help." She was nearer the stairs now she hoped she could get up in time.
"I don't know why I fainted." She was now three steps up and roughly another ten to go.
Riley stood up and followed her; he wasn't letting her get away. She was in his life now she couldn't walk away from it.
"You can't get out." He said very quietly. Buffy who was now only three steps from the top spun around.
"Why not?" Buffy asked, realising her earlier suspicions of this man being her follower were true.
"Locked." He said in a matter of fact tone.
"Locked?" Buffy asked, "Why lock me down here?" she shook her head at the stupid question.
Riley was now standing two steps below her. He grabbed at her wrist and when she struggled to get it free it turned into a vice like grip.
"Let Go!" Buffy shouted at the top of her lungs. This time he pulled really hard causing her to sway on the small step. She was afraid of falling, not for her sake but for her baby. If she fell then with the state she was in she would probably lose the tiny life within her.
Riley tugged again and she began to walk down the stairs with her head held up high. Not allowing him to know the fear coursing itself through her body.
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Faith clung onto the chair for dear life, the material ripping beneath her grip and the force of Ted pulling at her. He was amazingly strong, she had no idea that he had been remotely muscular when they were dating, and when they were living together he wouldn't move the front room about because he couldn't lift a sofa. But for years she had been going to the gym and she wasn't a pussy. She watched as his hand reached for some thing under the passenger seat, then he hit her over the head with the same lump of wood he earlier used on her. She collapsed in and out of conciseness as she was dragged from the car to the pavement, then along woodland then into an old woodcutters shed. Then she was left alone her head bleeding profusely, and her legs feeling like jelly. She tried so hard to stand up, her body quaking like she was standing in the centre of a huge earthquake. She pulled on a shelf to stabilise herself. Closing her eyes she stood still for a second. Her right hand shot to the now open wound amongst her thick brown hair. The blood instantly drying and becoming matted in her hair. Slowly she took her first step in the last 30 minutes. Her head began to spin but the importance to run away was over running everything else her body said. She flung the door open and stepped into the dark night, trees branches covering the starry sky.
Ted had left an unconscious Faith in the woodcutter's shed he had found on one of his prowls. He was confident enough that she would not wake up by the time he got back, he picked up his bags of goods from the car and locked it up, and then in a slow pace he headed towards the shed. Once covered in woodland he stopped and slipped on his leather mask, suddenly feeling invincible.
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Xander was driving the moped with ease, at a very fast pace. Searching the streets for a red ford fiesta. Faith had told him about Ted and his weird outbursts, his car and his strange life style. He prayed for about the hundredth time that night. He prayed his loved one would be ok. He needed her to be. As he drove past one of the only parts of woodland in Purley, he noticed a shiny red ford parked on the side of the road. Instantly he pulled over and ran to the car.
He nearly broke down when he saw the car empty apart from a black bag on the back seat, which he had brought it for Faith a week after she had moved in. He noticed crimson trails dotting towards the opening in the woods. As fast as his legs could carry him he followed the trail. A primal force surging it's way through his blood. If Faith was hurt he would hurt that sick bloke she called an ex, twice as bad.
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Spike got out of the car and stalked towards the house, Harmony hot on his trail.
"Just what do you think you are doing?" She said quietly when she reached his side. She pulled on his muscular arm and forced him to turn to face him.
"Look, you can't play all, 'uninterested boy' and then the minute I get a boyfriend become protective. Spiky I know it's hard but." Spike stared at her in disbelief as he listened to the young girl whine.
"We're," She pointed from herself to Spike. "Over." She smiled triumphally, as if she had just let a caged bird free. "Wow that was a lot easier than I thought it would be." She was still smiling until Spike laughed.
"Stupid bint, we." He pointed between himself and Harmony, "Were never a item. you." Again he pointed this time jabbing her above her cleavage, "were an easy lay." Her mouth dropped wide open and as she tried to speak she made a brilliant impression of a goldfish out of water.
"Now your psycho boyfriend has been stalking my girlfriend. The mother of my soon to be child. And if you think I'm standing here having a domestic with you while he has my bird locked up in there." He pointed to the house. "Your fucking crazy, so why don't you either fuck off like a good little girl, or keep you big, fat, trap, shut!" Harmony was still impersonating a goldfish as Spike walked towards the house, his duster flying like a cape behind him. Politely he knocked on the door not wanting to knock the thing down and scare this Riley's old cheese to death. Again he knocked, this time louder than the last. Then Harmony pulled on his duster as he turned around to shoo her away, she pulled out a shiny silver key with a wooden key ring etched with the words 'Always welcome my child' in a fancy font. His scared eyebrow rose as if to question why she had a key to her day old boyfriend's house. As if reading his mind Harmony spoke in a serious voice, not an ounce of whine consoled in it.
"His mum, gave it me last Christmas. Treats me like a daughter. Don't have a mum of my own." With that she stood in front and unlocked the door, allowing it to swing open and then entering and taking her shoes off. Spike then followed, walking into the living room. "GET OFF ME!" Buffy screamed and Spike ran in her voices direction. Through to the kitchen and into the pantry. There was a door at the back and Spike immediately tried opening the door, but it was locked.
"Buffy!" he shouted
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"Buffy!"
Buffy spun from the bottom of the stairs her wrist still attached to Riley's hand. "Spike!" She shouted back, from behind the wood she heard a kick and then another.
"Spike stop it!" A woman screamed from behind the wood.
"Shut up Harm." Spike shouted to the other woman in the house, Riley thanked god that his mother had finally chose to go out tonight. Imaging the look on her face he allowed Buffy's wrist to fall from his vice grip. She was up the stairs in a shot, her face pressed against the wood as she listened for her lover.
"Spike." She cried out, "Spike?" her voice growing weaker. Riley was in a state of shock at the bottom of the stairs, his plans had come crashing down on him in full force.
"Spike, please." Buffy begged through the door. She was now sitting on the last step, making her behind cold. She was afraid that he had left her; she could hear nothing other than dainty footsteps far away.
A deadly silence fell over the two in the downstairs bedroom. It seemed as if they had only dreamed the last minutes' occurrence, as now they could hear nothing. Buffy began to sob; she held her pretty face in her hands as her body shivered. Riley began to search through his drawers.
"See Buffy, he doesn't think you're worth the trouble. If it were me." Riley's voice broke off. He looked above him to see two heavy boots in the window above him. Before he could move one swung at him, breaking the window. Glass shattered everywhere, causing the leather on Spikes right foot to tear and the small splinters of glass to enter Riley's face and hands from where he tried to protect himself.
It seemed all to play in slow motion in Buffy's eyes. First a huge boot sent glass and Riley flying, then Spike seemed to slide through the small window with ease, not snagging his trademark duster once, on the broken glass surrounding the small hole, he landed on the ground with ease and grace, shaking slightly as if to remove any stray glass and to prepare him for his soon approaching fight. Next Spike was on Riley, pinning the bloody stranger to the bed. He slapped him a few times, and then he really started laying into him, spitting words of venom at the kidnapper as he punched and kicked the now unconscious body. When Spike finally pulled away, Riley's chest was rising and falling rapidly.
Spike looked at Buffy then. Just stared as if she had grown a third head. A loud crashing sound echoed around the small room.
"OH MY GOD!!!" A shrill voice cried. Harmony cried and screamed as she saw her boyfriend lying on the floor, finding it hard to breath.
"Spike what have you done?" she yelled staring daggers at Spike as he began to approach Buffy. She began to violently shake as he came nearer. With each stair he climbed, his scent and familiarity became more present. The second his arms embraced her she cried hard, he sat on the step beneath her and held her and whispered words of adoration and love into her hair, as he stroked the golden locks he felt her relax and squeezed her just a little to let her know he was still with her and would never let go. Harmony on the other hand tried to keep her new obsession alive.
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Faith closed her eyes, as another blinding shot of pain hit the back of her black pupils. Everything was becoming a daze, she knew Ted wasn't far behind her; she struggled another two steps before she collapsed to the floor-loosing conciseness, which was becoming a regular occurrence tonight.
Ted had lost Faith and was beginning to panic. He had told her that he had killed others. If she got away she would tell. He couldn't let that happen. He prayed to God that it wouldn't happen. He chuckled at himself. He didn't think God would do anything for him, he was rotten down to the core and he knew it. But he loved what he was now. He was in control of his mind. He could be strong when he wanted and be a small pussycat if time acquired it. He hadn't been watching where he had been going and the mask was becoming hot and sweaty, he could feel it running down his face. That's when he bumped into something, tall and strong. When he did a double check he realised the something was a someone. And that someone was none other that chef boy.
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A/N: Just so you all know, when approaching and knocking on the door to Riley's house, Spike had thought 'OLD CHEESE'S' that is what a mother is known by, around the cockney and midlands (where I spend my life.) Oh and if your referring to your own mother you can make it more personal such as Old Cheddar. Anyway thought you all might like to know, please Review, Mel
Title: Tired Hearts
A/N: I'M SO SORRY! Seriously I never meant to be all mean and uncaring. I had major writing block! I was really stuck, then I had this dream and I was like HEY THAT'S IT! But then my fellow work mate went on holiday so I haven't stopped and then we had to restock again! My god this month has been mad, the b/f and I broke up about three times, but we're back together and in love. blah, blah, blah. Oh the stress of living together is intense! I mean he come in from a nightclub, on a Friday night and be all You Don't Love ME! And I'll be asleep, because I have work the next morning! But we have things settled and are on an agreement! Anyway now I'm freezing and am in my woollies and such! Any way please let me know what you think of this chapter it would be greatly appreciated!
Mel xxx
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Buffy stared Riley in the eyes, the lighting was dim and shadows were cast upon every surface and wall. The small window opposite the bed was open a slight crack and allowed a long cold breeze to whistle through the dingy room. He had said nothing since her outburst, him calling her love was the last thing she needed, she was dazed and groggy, she just wanted to be at her flat with Dawn and Spike. The thought of her two loved ones made her tears well up. She wasn't as stupid as this Riley obviously thought. She knew she was in trouble, that he was the one who had been watching her like he was now; she could see it lurking behind his eyes. The emptiness and neediness that shone from behind them made her heart ache, as she to was feeling the need to be loved. And she knew she was but the person who loved her was nowhere near her. She needed to be in his arms, she needed to hear him tell her how special she was to him. Her hand crawled to her soon to be swelling stomach. Unconsciously she stroked the growing foetus soon to be her baby.
Riley watched as she stroked her stomach a small smirk growing on her face as she daydreamed straight through him. Her fingers tickled tiny circles over her womb, and her eyes glazed over. Riley didn't know what to think.
"Are you. I, I mean. um are you?" he started to gesture to her stomach with his eyes, his husky voice brought her from her daze, although her hand still traced patterns comforting her growing child. She smiled slightly. She wasn't afraid of this stuttering fool, he was but a child himself, even if he was older than her in years, he was obviously living in his own mixed up world.
"Am, am, am I what?" Buffy ask cockily, she wasn't going to shy away. She had been in a similar position with a boy she thought she had loved, she had shied away from Angel and he had attacked her, well this time she wasn't standing for it.
Riley on the other hand was taken aback by her comment, she obviously was mimicking his earlier stuttering as a way to confuse and hurt him. And it was working; he swallowed the growing lump in his throat trying not to let her know she was affecting him like she was. With the lump clear he stared at her once again.
"Are you pregnant." He asked clearly.
"What's it to you?" She answered.
"Are you?" he asked again, not answering her question.
"Yes I am, A month actually. Got a doctors appointment on Tuesday." She smiled and stood up stroking her trousers down trying to remove the creases. She had to try and walk away and hopefully she could get back into Spike's arms so together they could find Faith.
"Well thank-you for your generosity." Buffy started shuffling towards the other side of the bed Riley's eyes watching her every move; he was still in shock from her announcement.
"I appreciate your help." She was nearer the stairs now she hoped she could get up in time.
"I don't know why I fainted." She was now three steps up and roughly another ten to go.
Riley stood up and followed her; he wasn't letting her get away. She was in his life now she couldn't walk away from it.
"You can't get out." He said very quietly. Buffy who was now only three steps from the top spun around.
"Why not?" Buffy asked, realising her earlier suspicions of this man being her follower were true.
"Locked." He said in a matter of fact tone.
"Locked?" Buffy asked, "Why lock me down here?" she shook her head at the stupid question.
Riley was now standing two steps below her. He grabbed at her wrist and when she struggled to get it free it turned into a vice like grip.
"Let Go!" Buffy shouted at the top of her lungs. This time he pulled really hard causing her to sway on the small step. She was afraid of falling, not for her sake but for her baby. If she fell then with the state she was in she would probably lose the tiny life within her.
Riley tugged again and she began to walk down the stairs with her head held up high. Not allowing him to know the fear coursing itself through her body.
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Faith clung onto the chair for dear life, the material ripping beneath her grip and the force of Ted pulling at her. He was amazingly strong, she had no idea that he had been remotely muscular when they were dating, and when they were living together he wouldn't move the front room about because he couldn't lift a sofa. But for years she had been going to the gym and she wasn't a pussy. She watched as his hand reached for some thing under the passenger seat, then he hit her over the head with the same lump of wood he earlier used on her. She collapsed in and out of conciseness as she was dragged from the car to the pavement, then along woodland then into an old woodcutters shed. Then she was left alone her head bleeding profusely, and her legs feeling like jelly. She tried so hard to stand up, her body quaking like she was standing in the centre of a huge earthquake. She pulled on a shelf to stabilise herself. Closing her eyes she stood still for a second. Her right hand shot to the now open wound amongst her thick brown hair. The blood instantly drying and becoming matted in her hair. Slowly she took her first step in the last 30 minutes. Her head began to spin but the importance to run away was over running everything else her body said. She flung the door open and stepped into the dark night, trees branches covering the starry sky.
Ted had left an unconscious Faith in the woodcutter's shed he had found on one of his prowls. He was confident enough that she would not wake up by the time he got back, he picked up his bags of goods from the car and locked it up, and then in a slow pace he headed towards the shed. Once covered in woodland he stopped and slipped on his leather mask, suddenly feeling invincible.
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Xander was driving the moped with ease, at a very fast pace. Searching the streets for a red ford fiesta. Faith had told him about Ted and his weird outbursts, his car and his strange life style. He prayed for about the hundredth time that night. He prayed his loved one would be ok. He needed her to be. As he drove past one of the only parts of woodland in Purley, he noticed a shiny red ford parked on the side of the road. Instantly he pulled over and ran to the car.
He nearly broke down when he saw the car empty apart from a black bag on the back seat, which he had brought it for Faith a week after she had moved in. He noticed crimson trails dotting towards the opening in the woods. As fast as his legs could carry him he followed the trail. A primal force surging it's way through his blood. If Faith was hurt he would hurt that sick bloke she called an ex, twice as bad.
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Spike got out of the car and stalked towards the house, Harmony hot on his trail.
"Just what do you think you are doing?" She said quietly when she reached his side. She pulled on his muscular arm and forced him to turn to face him.
"Look, you can't play all, 'uninterested boy' and then the minute I get a boyfriend become protective. Spiky I know it's hard but." Spike stared at her in disbelief as he listened to the young girl whine.
"We're," She pointed from herself to Spike. "Over." She smiled triumphally, as if she had just let a caged bird free. "Wow that was a lot easier than I thought it would be." She was still smiling until Spike laughed.
"Stupid bint, we." He pointed between himself and Harmony, "Were never a item. you." Again he pointed this time jabbing her above her cleavage, "were an easy lay." Her mouth dropped wide open and as she tried to speak she made a brilliant impression of a goldfish out of water.
"Now your psycho boyfriend has been stalking my girlfriend. The mother of my soon to be child. And if you think I'm standing here having a domestic with you while he has my bird locked up in there." He pointed to the house. "Your fucking crazy, so why don't you either fuck off like a good little girl, or keep you big, fat, trap, shut!" Harmony was still impersonating a goldfish as Spike walked towards the house, his duster flying like a cape behind him. Politely he knocked on the door not wanting to knock the thing down and scare this Riley's old cheese to death. Again he knocked, this time louder than the last. Then Harmony pulled on his duster as he turned around to shoo her away, she pulled out a shiny silver key with a wooden key ring etched with the words 'Always welcome my child' in a fancy font. His scared eyebrow rose as if to question why she had a key to her day old boyfriend's house. As if reading his mind Harmony spoke in a serious voice, not an ounce of whine consoled in it.
"His mum, gave it me last Christmas. Treats me like a daughter. Don't have a mum of my own." With that she stood in front and unlocked the door, allowing it to swing open and then entering and taking her shoes off. Spike then followed, walking into the living room. "GET OFF ME!" Buffy screamed and Spike ran in her voices direction. Through to the kitchen and into the pantry. There was a door at the back and Spike immediately tried opening the door, but it was locked.
"Buffy!" he shouted
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"Buffy!"
Buffy spun from the bottom of the stairs her wrist still attached to Riley's hand. "Spike!" She shouted back, from behind the wood she heard a kick and then another.
"Spike stop it!" A woman screamed from behind the wood.
"Shut up Harm." Spike shouted to the other woman in the house, Riley thanked god that his mother had finally chose to go out tonight. Imaging the look on her face he allowed Buffy's wrist to fall from his vice grip. She was up the stairs in a shot, her face pressed against the wood as she listened for her lover.
"Spike." She cried out, "Spike?" her voice growing weaker. Riley was in a state of shock at the bottom of the stairs, his plans had come crashing down on him in full force.
"Spike, please." Buffy begged through the door. She was now sitting on the last step, making her behind cold. She was afraid that he had left her; she could hear nothing other than dainty footsteps far away.
A deadly silence fell over the two in the downstairs bedroom. It seemed as if they had only dreamed the last minutes' occurrence, as now they could hear nothing. Buffy began to sob; she held her pretty face in her hands as her body shivered. Riley began to search through his drawers.
"See Buffy, he doesn't think you're worth the trouble. If it were me." Riley's voice broke off. He looked above him to see two heavy boots in the window above him. Before he could move one swung at him, breaking the window. Glass shattered everywhere, causing the leather on Spikes right foot to tear and the small splinters of glass to enter Riley's face and hands from where he tried to protect himself.
It seemed all to play in slow motion in Buffy's eyes. First a huge boot sent glass and Riley flying, then Spike seemed to slide through the small window with ease, not snagging his trademark duster once, on the broken glass surrounding the small hole, he landed on the ground with ease and grace, shaking slightly as if to remove any stray glass and to prepare him for his soon approaching fight. Next Spike was on Riley, pinning the bloody stranger to the bed. He slapped him a few times, and then he really started laying into him, spitting words of venom at the kidnapper as he punched and kicked the now unconscious body. When Spike finally pulled away, Riley's chest was rising and falling rapidly.
Spike looked at Buffy then. Just stared as if she had grown a third head. A loud crashing sound echoed around the small room.
"OH MY GOD!!!" A shrill voice cried. Harmony cried and screamed as she saw her boyfriend lying on the floor, finding it hard to breath.
"Spike what have you done?" she yelled staring daggers at Spike as he began to approach Buffy. She began to violently shake as he came nearer. With each stair he climbed, his scent and familiarity became more present. The second his arms embraced her she cried hard, he sat on the step beneath her and held her and whispered words of adoration and love into her hair, as he stroked the golden locks he felt her relax and squeezed her just a little to let her know he was still with her and would never let go. Harmony on the other hand tried to keep her new obsession alive.
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Faith closed her eyes, as another blinding shot of pain hit the back of her black pupils. Everything was becoming a daze, she knew Ted wasn't far behind her; she struggled another two steps before she collapsed to the floor-loosing conciseness, which was becoming a regular occurrence tonight.
Ted had lost Faith and was beginning to panic. He had told her that he had killed others. If she got away she would tell. He couldn't let that happen. He prayed to God that it wouldn't happen. He chuckled at himself. He didn't think God would do anything for him, he was rotten down to the core and he knew it. But he loved what he was now. He was in control of his mind. He could be strong when he wanted and be a small pussycat if time acquired it. He hadn't been watching where he had been going and the mask was becoming hot and sweaty, he could feel it running down his face. That's when he bumped into something, tall and strong. When he did a double check he realised the something was a someone. And that someone was none other that chef boy.
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A/N: Just so you all know, when approaching and knocking on the door to Riley's house, Spike had thought 'OLD CHEESE'S' that is what a mother is known by, around the cockney and midlands (where I spend my life.) Oh and if your referring to your own mother you can make it more personal such as Old Cheddar. Anyway thought you all might like to know, please Review, Mel