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Chapter 38
After they had stood over Andrews grave for several minutes, they turned and walked towards the large home. There were no servants in the house, as Willow had dismissed everyone. It was dark inside, except where the light of the moon had been coming in through the windows. Willow opened the French doors and invited Elizabeth in, then Wesley and Faith. The rest walked in and sat at the dining room table, which still had the decorations for the wedding that never took place.
"Buffy, why don't you and Spike stay here tonight." Giles sensed that Spike would want to be alone in his grief, and it would be easier for him to sort out his emotions in a less crowded place. Elizabeth looked at Spike.
"Would you like that Spike?" he looked up at her, through hollow eyes.
"Sure, that's fine." He looked down at his shirt, which had a large red stain, from Andrews blood. "Gotta take this off." He pulled at it as if wanting to tear it off. Elizabeth stood and walked to him and took his hands into hers.
"Why don't we go upstairs? I'll get some water and we can wash you up, all right?" He looked up at her and nodded. She couldn't help but wonder if this was the same look he had given Wesley that day in the forest. He was so sad and lost.
"I'll get the water." Faith put her hand on Elizabeth's shoulders and walked to the kitchen to get a pitcher.
"We should be getting back. Lets leave them alone." Xander got up from his chair and the rest followed. Wesley stayed behind and waited for Faith, to head back to Giles's home.
Elizabeth had taken Spike to her room. She took off his coat, then his jacket, and his boots. He was lying on the bed as Elizabeth poured the water Faith had given to her into a basin next to the bed. She helped Spike take the blood soaked shirt off and with a towel she wiped away the blood on his chest. He lay still and every one in a while she would hear him take in a shuddered breath. She closed the curtains and the window and lay down next to him in the bed. He rolled over and put his head against her chest and silently cried. She soothed him by rubbing his back and running her hands through his hair, as he fell asleep. When she knew he was asleep she kissed him on top of his head and turned him onto his back. She thought of her parents and felt the tear run down her cheek.
"I need you so much. I don't know what to do. Mum, I'm so lost. Please help me, please help me."
Spike slept soundly in her arms. She felt his warmth against her body. And thought back to the day they had first made love. She thought it was the warmth she wanted most from him. But Spike was more than just a warm body. It was his heart that drew her to him. He was a good man. He had stood his ground when Angelus threatened Willow, and she had seen how much he loved Andrew and she felt how much he loved her. She had told Faith she would never fall in love, but that was before Spike came into her life. In such a short time, she had become so dependent on his presence. She could not imagine her life without him by her side.
Morning
Morning came and Spike woke up disoriented. He looked around the room and then remembered the events of the previous evening. He sighed then closed his eyes. Andrew was gone, and he was alone once again. No, not alone. He looked over at Elizabeth's sleeping body. He was not alone because he had her, and the others. He had been accepted into their small circle, he and Andrew. He got out of bed and picked up his shirt and ran his hands over the dried blood.
"Gonna get that bastard for you mate. I'm gonna tear his heart out of his bloody chest for you." Then he looked at Elizabeth, "Better yet, I'll let my kitten tear him apart. She's got stones that one and she's got a pretty big bone to pick with that wanker." He put down the shirt and put on his jacket then walked out to explore the rest of the estate. It was huge. The home itself had 3 floors. The ground floor had a kitchen and a few servants' quarters, then a dining room, ballroom and a large parlor, which along with the ballroom looked out into the vast gardens. The second floor consisted of a 8 very large rooms 6 of which had their own bathrooms. The 3rd floor held a large library, and a large area set aside for painting and sculpting. There was a large iron spiral staircase leading up from the third floor to a door leading to the roof. Spike walked up to the roof and walked to the edge of the battlements. He could see the blue waters of the ocean and he could smell the clean ocean air from up there.
He wanted this whole situation to end. He wanted to be with Elizabeth without the thought of this impending fight with that madman and his plan for the spear whatever that was. As he looked up at the sky he felt sad for her. Elizabeth would never be able to stand outside and look at the sun again; she would never walk in the light with him. He walked back down to the room and found her awake and sitting up in her bed.
"Good morning." She said
"Mornin'" he crawled up the bed to her like a cat stalking its pray. He reached her and kissed her lightly on the lips then curled himself next to her. He laid his head on her chest and felt her cool skin beneath his cheeks.
"I felt you." He lifted his head from her chest.
"You knew I was up?" she asked.
"No, not now. I felt you when you died." He turned his body to face her and laid his head down on her chest again. "I don't remember the exact day, but I know it was you." He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "It felt like, my soul was being torn form my body. I couldn't breath; I didn't know what was happenin'. That's how much you're a part of me. I don't' know what I'd do if I lost you."
"I'm not going anywhere Spike." She leaned down and kissed his forehead.
"I'm afraid for you pet. I'm afraid for all of us."
"So am I Spike, so am I."
Chapter 38
After they had stood over Andrews grave for several minutes, they turned and walked towards the large home. There were no servants in the house, as Willow had dismissed everyone. It was dark inside, except where the light of the moon had been coming in through the windows. Willow opened the French doors and invited Elizabeth in, then Wesley and Faith. The rest walked in and sat at the dining room table, which still had the decorations for the wedding that never took place.
"Buffy, why don't you and Spike stay here tonight." Giles sensed that Spike would want to be alone in his grief, and it would be easier for him to sort out his emotions in a less crowded place. Elizabeth looked at Spike.
"Would you like that Spike?" he looked up at her, through hollow eyes.
"Sure, that's fine." He looked down at his shirt, which had a large red stain, from Andrews blood. "Gotta take this off." He pulled at it as if wanting to tear it off. Elizabeth stood and walked to him and took his hands into hers.
"Why don't we go upstairs? I'll get some water and we can wash you up, all right?" He looked up at her and nodded. She couldn't help but wonder if this was the same look he had given Wesley that day in the forest. He was so sad and lost.
"I'll get the water." Faith put her hand on Elizabeth's shoulders and walked to the kitchen to get a pitcher.
"We should be getting back. Lets leave them alone." Xander got up from his chair and the rest followed. Wesley stayed behind and waited for Faith, to head back to Giles's home.
Elizabeth had taken Spike to her room. She took off his coat, then his jacket, and his boots. He was lying on the bed as Elizabeth poured the water Faith had given to her into a basin next to the bed. She helped Spike take the blood soaked shirt off and with a towel she wiped away the blood on his chest. He lay still and every one in a while she would hear him take in a shuddered breath. She closed the curtains and the window and lay down next to him in the bed. He rolled over and put his head against her chest and silently cried. She soothed him by rubbing his back and running her hands through his hair, as he fell asleep. When she knew he was asleep she kissed him on top of his head and turned him onto his back. She thought of her parents and felt the tear run down her cheek.
"I need you so much. I don't know what to do. Mum, I'm so lost. Please help me, please help me."
Spike slept soundly in her arms. She felt his warmth against her body. And thought back to the day they had first made love. She thought it was the warmth she wanted most from him. But Spike was more than just a warm body. It was his heart that drew her to him. He was a good man. He had stood his ground when Angelus threatened Willow, and she had seen how much he loved Andrew and she felt how much he loved her. She had told Faith she would never fall in love, but that was before Spike came into her life. In such a short time, she had become so dependent on his presence. She could not imagine her life without him by her side.
Morning
Morning came and Spike woke up disoriented. He looked around the room and then remembered the events of the previous evening. He sighed then closed his eyes. Andrew was gone, and he was alone once again. No, not alone. He looked over at Elizabeth's sleeping body. He was not alone because he had her, and the others. He had been accepted into their small circle, he and Andrew. He got out of bed and picked up his shirt and ran his hands over the dried blood.
"Gonna get that bastard for you mate. I'm gonna tear his heart out of his bloody chest for you." Then he looked at Elizabeth, "Better yet, I'll let my kitten tear him apart. She's got stones that one and she's got a pretty big bone to pick with that wanker." He put down the shirt and put on his jacket then walked out to explore the rest of the estate. It was huge. The home itself had 3 floors. The ground floor had a kitchen and a few servants' quarters, then a dining room, ballroom and a large parlor, which along with the ballroom looked out into the vast gardens. The second floor consisted of a 8 very large rooms 6 of which had their own bathrooms. The 3rd floor held a large library, and a large area set aside for painting and sculpting. There was a large iron spiral staircase leading up from the third floor to a door leading to the roof. Spike walked up to the roof and walked to the edge of the battlements. He could see the blue waters of the ocean and he could smell the clean ocean air from up there.
He wanted this whole situation to end. He wanted to be with Elizabeth without the thought of this impending fight with that madman and his plan for the spear whatever that was. As he looked up at the sky he felt sad for her. Elizabeth would never be able to stand outside and look at the sun again; she would never walk in the light with him. He walked back down to the room and found her awake and sitting up in her bed.
"Good morning." She said
"Mornin'" he crawled up the bed to her like a cat stalking its pray. He reached her and kissed her lightly on the lips then curled himself next to her. He laid his head on her chest and felt her cool skin beneath his cheeks.
"I felt you." He lifted his head from her chest.
"You knew I was up?" she asked.
"No, not now. I felt you when you died." He turned his body to face her and laid his head down on her chest again. "I don't remember the exact day, but I know it was you." He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "It felt like, my soul was being torn form my body. I couldn't breath; I didn't know what was happenin'. That's how much you're a part of me. I don't' know what I'd do if I lost you."
"I'm not going anywhere Spike." She leaned down and kissed his forehead.
"I'm afraid for you pet. I'm afraid for all of us."
"So am I Spike, so am I."