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" What are you doing here Spike? "
She spoke to the bleached vampire in a bored irritated tone. Now wasn't the best time for a hate full little conversation with him. Buffy was tired, dusty, itchy and just plain not in the mood for an interrogation.
Upon hearing the question, Spike took his hand away from his eyes, which had instantly flown to his face to shield it from the glow of the lightbulb.
" Was passing by and thought I'd drop in is all. "
He buried his hands in his pockets and stared at the floor ' nice one mate '. He silently berated himself for cooking up such a pathetic excuse for..an excuse.
Hands on her hips, Buffy cocked her head to one side and thought for a moment. Sure he was a bleach brain fried, neutered vampire with bad excuses and sure he was standing in her hallway in front of the basement door but.. why ? They were mortal enemies and the last time she checked mortal enemies didn't just drop in for a cup of cocoa and a quick chat. She raised an eyebrow.
" And that's the reason your standing in front of my basement door, a guilty look on your usually bumpy face, hiding something in your bulgy pockets. What are you..."
She was pulling, the things he had taken, out of his pockets before he could stop her. Out of his pockets she pulled three pairs of her underwear and a small top that, when put on, would leave almost nothing to the imagination. She held them up, anger and confusion burning in her misty green eyes.
" Just passing by huh? It looks like weird just passing by Spike! "
Seething anger now ran through her. It had only been a top and some underwear but still it infuriated her. She came here, home, to be alone and to get clean. Not to have her clothes stolen. She couldn't remember feeling this angry. No wait.yes she could, it was at herself for not being able to stop her mom-.
Shaking herself out of her thoughts she looked up at him and saw red. Stepping forward, she lashed out and punched him square in the jaw.
He stumbled backward, holding his nose, oblivious to the few items he knocked off a shelf smashing on the floor.
" Bloody hell woman I would have given 'em back ! " He continued to cradle his nose and pull back his hand to see if there was any blood until he noticed she was no longer at her small eye level. She was on the floor, leaning over a broken vase, an overturned plant pot and a picture of her mom, the glass covering the photo cracked.
He had knocked the items off the shelf when he had staggered and he now realised what he had done. He had ruined two of Joyce's most prized possessions. Her favourite plant that she had so often been watering or pruning whenever he had a chance to see her, was now upturned on the wooden floor, soil spilling from the smashed plant pot and the vase decorated with intertwining flowers and leaves in a Chinese style pattern was shattered into at least six large pieces over the hallway floorboards.
She was still on the floor staring silently at her mother's broken picture. He noticed she was shaking, surly not from cold, it was a warm evening. From boiling rage perhaps ? Uh oh . He walked forward slowly and bent down next to her, care full not to touch her.
" I'm sorry, luv. I'll get it fixed I promise, I didn't see. " He cut off when she looked into his face. He saw raw raging hatred. Sure he had seen that look in her eyes before but not like this. He had caused this. He had caused her to feel something and that was what was making her tremble with rage. He had been watching her since her mother died, like the scoobies had. They all knew she was slipping away and everything they tried had failed to spark a small look of emotion from her but now all Spike could see in her eyes was emotion. Pain full emotion.
Turning her head to look away from him she managed to whisper. " Get. Out. Now. " Her voice shook and his heart shattered. He knew how he felt. He had done the last thing he wanted to do, he had caused her more pain. Nothing more said he stood swiftly and strided out of the house into the night, cursing himself silently for causing her yet more pain.
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" What are you doing here Spike? "
She spoke to the bleached vampire in a bored irritated tone. Now wasn't the best time for a hate full little conversation with him. Buffy was tired, dusty, itchy and just plain not in the mood for an interrogation.
Upon hearing the question, Spike took his hand away from his eyes, which had instantly flown to his face to shield it from the glow of the lightbulb.
" Was passing by and thought I'd drop in is all. "
He buried his hands in his pockets and stared at the floor ' nice one mate '. He silently berated himself for cooking up such a pathetic excuse for..an excuse.
Hands on her hips, Buffy cocked her head to one side and thought for a moment. Sure he was a bleach brain fried, neutered vampire with bad excuses and sure he was standing in her hallway in front of the basement door but.. why ? They were mortal enemies and the last time she checked mortal enemies didn't just drop in for a cup of cocoa and a quick chat. She raised an eyebrow.
" And that's the reason your standing in front of my basement door, a guilty look on your usually bumpy face, hiding something in your bulgy pockets. What are you..."
She was pulling, the things he had taken, out of his pockets before he could stop her. Out of his pockets she pulled three pairs of her underwear and a small top that, when put on, would leave almost nothing to the imagination. She held them up, anger and confusion burning in her misty green eyes.
" Just passing by huh? It looks like weird just passing by Spike! "
Seething anger now ran through her. It had only been a top and some underwear but still it infuriated her. She came here, home, to be alone and to get clean. Not to have her clothes stolen. She couldn't remember feeling this angry. No wait.yes she could, it was at herself for not being able to stop her mom-.
Shaking herself out of her thoughts she looked up at him and saw red. Stepping forward, she lashed out and punched him square in the jaw.
He stumbled backward, holding his nose, oblivious to the few items he knocked off a shelf smashing on the floor.
" Bloody hell woman I would have given 'em back ! " He continued to cradle his nose and pull back his hand to see if there was any blood until he noticed she was no longer at her small eye level. She was on the floor, leaning over a broken vase, an overturned plant pot and a picture of her mom, the glass covering the photo cracked.
He had knocked the items off the shelf when he had staggered and he now realised what he had done. He had ruined two of Joyce's most prized possessions. Her favourite plant that she had so often been watering or pruning whenever he had a chance to see her, was now upturned on the wooden floor, soil spilling from the smashed plant pot and the vase decorated with intertwining flowers and leaves in a Chinese style pattern was shattered into at least six large pieces over the hallway floorboards.
She was still on the floor staring silently at her mother's broken picture. He noticed she was shaking, surly not from cold, it was a warm evening. From boiling rage perhaps ? Uh oh . He walked forward slowly and bent down next to her, care full not to touch her.
" I'm sorry, luv. I'll get it fixed I promise, I didn't see. " He cut off when she looked into his face. He saw raw raging hatred. Sure he had seen that look in her eyes before but not like this. He had caused this. He had caused her to feel something and that was what was making her tremble with rage. He had been watching her since her mother died, like the scoobies had. They all knew she was slipping away and everything they tried had failed to spark a small look of emotion from her but now all Spike could see in her eyes was emotion. Pain full emotion.
Turning her head to look away from him she managed to whisper. " Get. Out. Now. " Her voice shook and his heart shattered. He knew how he felt. He had done the last thing he wanted to do, he had caused her more pain. Nothing more said he stood swiftly and strided out of the house into the night, cursing himself silently for causing her yet more pain.
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