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Here's a new chapter. Spuffy? I like Spuffy. What do you think? Or should I
make it just a friendship fic?
So here we go, with the next chapter. And don't worry its longer. My
fingers are starting to hurt. LOL
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Joss and Mutant Enemy own all. I am but a humble fan. *bows* Yup. Cheers.
Spike felt something being put to his chapped lips. A straw? He gulped greedily, his hunger outdoing his rational thoughts. He tensed as a warm hand brushed his cheek. Warm. Not cold.
"Buffy?" He asked, his voice strained from lack of use. "Yeah. Its around midnight, we're gonna put you in the basement in case Riley or any of the Initiative decides to pop up." He raised his eye brow. "Is that, concern I hear in your voice Slayer?" Buffy huffed, annoyed. "Just joking love. Thanks for the blood by the way." "Yeah. Um, I'm gonna go get that cot ready." He felt her warm presence leave as she escaped into the other room.
He sighed.
Would she ever love him? What would he have to do to get her love? Was there anything he could do? Spike pondered this as he fell into an uneasy sleep.
*** Buffy spun around as she heard footsteps on the stairs above. "Whoa, Buffy its just me. Spike fell asleep again. Should we just leave him out there?" Dawn asked, looking around the cement shelter. "No. We need to bring him down here. I don't want him caught if the Initiative decides to drop by." Dawn sneered.
"You like him don't you?" She taunted. "What?!" Buffy stammered. "Of course not! I'm a Slayer, he's a Vampire. Not a promising first step for a relionship!" Dawn laughed. "Its like Romeo and Juliet! How cute!" Buffy rolled her eyes. "Yeah and look how they turned up."
"Come on Buff, admit it. You loooovvvvve him..." She taunted in a sing-songy voice. "I do not!" Buffy commented, throwing a pillow at her younger sister. "Yes you do!" Dawn cried as she ran up the stairs, escaping the rain of pillows in her direction.
"I do not." She muttered, putting the few pillow back on the bed. Who was she trying to convince? Her sister? or herself?
***
Spike groaned. His aching body was being jostled this way and that. "What the bloody..." He started, startled from his sleep. "Sorry Spike, we had to move you. It's getting light out." Buffy explained.
He looked down to see Giles carrying his feet and Buffy supporting his shoulders. "I can walk you know." He reminded them droningly. Thats when Giles "accidently" rammed his foot into the wall. "OW! Bloody!" Spike cried. "Opps. My fault. My apologizes." Came the reply from the English Watcher. Though he didn't seem all to worried about it.
Spike was sat on a cot, pillow tucked under his head and blanket pulled up to his chin. The darkness around him felt damp and chilled. The basement. Buffy left, telling him she would have Dawn bring him something to eat in about an hour or so. She shut the door behind her, leaving him in the dark of the basement alone.
The constant slow drip, drip, drip of water was getting on his nerves, when Dawn appeared holding a steaming mug with a straw floating on the top. "Hey. Breakfast time." Dawn exclaimed, pulling a stool next to him. Sipping down the mug full he replied, "Thanks 'bit. Just right." He put his head down on the pillow and closed his eyes for a moment of contentment.
"Do you like my sister?" Dawn asked, the question coming out of nowhere. Spike, startled answered, "Um, Niblit, I um..." Dawn sighed impatiently. "Come on, its a yes or no answer. No trick question." "I, um think you need to be off for school." "Its summer. I'm out of school."
"Well, go play video games or talk on the phone. Whatever it is that you teenagers do." Dawn sighed and sat up, taking the mug with her. Before she left, she peaked her head through the door and said. "I'll take that as a yes. Your just in denial. Don't worry about it, happens to the best of us." Spike just stared at the closed door. He did not love Buffy. Did he? After their short relationship, nothing had come of it. It was just physical attraction, he kept telling himself. But was it really? TBC...
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Joss and Mutant Enemy own all. I am but a humble fan. *bows* Yup. Cheers.
Spike felt something being put to his chapped lips. A straw? He gulped greedily, his hunger outdoing his rational thoughts. He tensed as a warm hand brushed his cheek. Warm. Not cold.
"Buffy?" He asked, his voice strained from lack of use. "Yeah. Its around midnight, we're gonna put you in the basement in case Riley or any of the Initiative decides to pop up." He raised his eye brow. "Is that, concern I hear in your voice Slayer?" Buffy huffed, annoyed. "Just joking love. Thanks for the blood by the way." "Yeah. Um, I'm gonna go get that cot ready." He felt her warm presence leave as she escaped into the other room.
He sighed.
Would she ever love him? What would he have to do to get her love? Was there anything he could do? Spike pondered this as he fell into an uneasy sleep.
*** Buffy spun around as she heard footsteps on the stairs above. "Whoa, Buffy its just me. Spike fell asleep again. Should we just leave him out there?" Dawn asked, looking around the cement shelter. "No. We need to bring him down here. I don't want him caught if the Initiative decides to drop by." Dawn sneered.
"You like him don't you?" She taunted. "What?!" Buffy stammered. "Of course not! I'm a Slayer, he's a Vampire. Not a promising first step for a relionship!" Dawn laughed. "Its like Romeo and Juliet! How cute!" Buffy rolled her eyes. "Yeah and look how they turned up."
"Come on Buff, admit it. You loooovvvvve him..." She taunted in a sing-songy voice. "I do not!" Buffy commented, throwing a pillow at her younger sister. "Yes you do!" Dawn cried as she ran up the stairs, escaping the rain of pillows in her direction.
"I do not." She muttered, putting the few pillow back on the bed. Who was she trying to convince? Her sister? or herself?
***
Spike groaned. His aching body was being jostled this way and that. "What the bloody..." He started, startled from his sleep. "Sorry Spike, we had to move you. It's getting light out." Buffy explained.
He looked down to see Giles carrying his feet and Buffy supporting his shoulders. "I can walk you know." He reminded them droningly. Thats when Giles "accidently" rammed his foot into the wall. "OW! Bloody!" Spike cried. "Opps. My fault. My apologizes." Came the reply from the English Watcher. Though he didn't seem all to worried about it.
Spike was sat on a cot, pillow tucked under his head and blanket pulled up to his chin. The darkness around him felt damp and chilled. The basement. Buffy left, telling him she would have Dawn bring him something to eat in about an hour or so. She shut the door behind her, leaving him in the dark of the basement alone.
The constant slow drip, drip, drip of water was getting on his nerves, when Dawn appeared holding a steaming mug with a straw floating on the top. "Hey. Breakfast time." Dawn exclaimed, pulling a stool next to him. Sipping down the mug full he replied, "Thanks 'bit. Just right." He put his head down on the pillow and closed his eyes for a moment of contentment.
"Do you like my sister?" Dawn asked, the question coming out of nowhere. Spike, startled answered, "Um, Niblit, I um..." Dawn sighed impatiently. "Come on, its a yes or no answer. No trick question." "I, um think you need to be off for school." "Its summer. I'm out of school."
"Well, go play video games or talk on the phone. Whatever it is that you teenagers do." Dawn sighed and sat up, taking the mug with her. Before she left, she peaked her head through the door and said. "I'll take that as a yes. Your just in denial. Don't worry about it, happens to the best of us." Spike just stared at the closed door. He did not love Buffy. Did he? After their short relationship, nothing had come of it. It was just physical attraction, he kept telling himself. But was it really? TBC...