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The next morning Buffy awoke with a splitting headache. She rubbed the sleep away from her eyes and stared at her surroundings. She didn't recognize where she was. She was lying on a cherry wood bed. She noticed that there were various painting on the walls, that seemed old. The color of the walls reminded her of the sand back home.
She rubbed her aching temples. Her mind was a blank, she couldn't remember what had happened yesterday. She stood up and stretched. How she got here she did not know, but she knew she had to find out. She walked over to the door and was about to open it when the knob started turning.
The door opened to reveal Spike standing there in the doorway. Buffy froze, and stared at him. His hair was slightly messy, like he had just gotten out of bed. He was wearing a black silk shirt that was still not fully buttoned. She caught a glance of some of his chest. He was also wearing his traditional black jeans.
Her heart was pounding in her chest.
"Buffy," Spike said her name. "I see you're finally up."
Buffy nodded, unable to speak. Suddenly, she felt something at the pit of her stomach. That something usually meant she was going to get sick.
"What I'm doing here?" she asked.
"Don't you remember?"
Buffy shook her head and said, " My mind's pretty much a blank."
"Well, then let me refresh your memory. Found you at a demon bar, drunk. A vamp was going to take a bite out of you. Lucky for you, I happen to pass by."
Her mind was starting to clear up. Pieces of what had happened yesterday where starting to come together. They weren't exactly clear, fuzzy but at least she could remember something. Images of her drowning her sorrow popped into her head. She remembered the reason why she had been drinking.
Anger washed over her as she stared at the man, er vampire before her. She wanted to hit him or something, but she didn't.
"How about some breakfast?" Spike asked. He wanted to ask her what she was doing here, but he thought it wasn't the right time to have a talk. Not just yet, anyway.
"Breakfast, no thanks I have to go back to my hotel. Gotta change and stuff," Buffy said. She suddenly didn't feel like talking to him right now, especially not the way she felt. She felt confused, angry and in the need of a refreshing shower and change of clothes.
"Come on now you must be hungry. Have some breakfast," Spike tried to persuade her.
"No thanks, I really I'm not in the mood for blood," Buffy said in a voice that was almost angry. In a lighter tone she added, "I'm just joking, not that I mean you would actually feed me blood. But I really do need to go, how about we talk later ok?"
Spike nodded, "How about you come later about at 7pm?"
Buffy nodded. Was this a date? Of course not he has his little girlfriend, Buffy thought angrily.
Spike moved out of the way, letting Buffy go through. She was in a corridor, that led down to some other rooms. Spike led the way down to the left and turned into the living room. It was a mess, there were pieces of broken furniture all over the place. The walls were covered with dust, and cobwebs.
"Nice place you got here," Buffy commented, as she stared at the mess before her.
"Yeah, well I know it's a mess, but it'll get fixed up soon enough.," Spike said, as he walked towards the front door.
He opened the door, but stood behind it careful to stay out of the sun's harmful rays. "I'll see you later," she said as she left his house. He quickly closed the door and stood alone in his dark house.
Buffy arrived in her hotel half an hour. It had taken a while to get there, because she had to walk the whole way there. She was starting to memorize where some of the places where, now she knew how to get back to her hotel without problems.
She entered her room and jumped into her bed. She lay there for a couple of minutes. She didn't want to think but thoughts kept surfacing. She had wanted to find him, and she had. But it wasn't how she had expected it. She definitely didn't expect some other woman in his life. Well, there was always that possibility that he would move on. But it still hurt so much. Now, she couldn't tell him that real reason why she had come, it would be pointless and embarrassing.
Her decision to come had been influenced by the fact that she no longer wanted to shut people out of her life. She finally admitted to herself that that's what she did to her friends when she did not want to involve them in her life. She had shut the potentials away too. Spike, she definitely shut out of her life. She always denied having feelings for him, but it wasn't true. She finally realized she did have some, it was just that she was afraid of what her friends might think. Now, she had come to know that if her friends were true to her they would accept her relationship with anybody even if it was Spike. She had always been there for her friends, accepting their relationships even if it was with an ex demon or lesbian witch. Now, she was ready to admit her feelings, but Spike was with another girl. Life sure had a funny way to make your life miserable.
She got up from her bed and ordered some breakfast. She then drank some water, since her throat was dry. After she finished her breakfast, she took a shower. The shower definitely relaxed her and put her in slightly better spirits.
She stared at the mirror, she was dressed in a sexy dark red tank top and black leather pants that accentuated her curves. She didn't put on too much make up, just enough so that it would show.
She still had a couple of hours to kill, so she watched some t.v. and walked around the hotel. She glanced at the clock and realized it was almost time to meet Spike. She grabbed a bag and put a couple of stakes along with her other stuff.
She arrived right on time. She rang the door bell nervously. A moment later, the door opened. " 'ello Buffy," Spike greeted her, as he motioned for her to come in.
Buffy walked in and avoided looking at Spike. He was dressed like she had seen him in the morning. Except now his hair was gelled and his shirt was fully buttoned. The living room was now devoid of dust and cobwebs. Most of the broken furniture was no longer present.
"You cleaned up huh?" Buffy said noticing the change in the room.
"Yeah, had to do something' 'bout that mess. It was startin' to get on my bloody nerves," Spike replied, closing the door behind him.
Spike tried not to look at Buffy. She looked so beautiful. Seeing her here, made him realize how much he missed her. It has only been a couple of days, but he had missed her presence and friendship, even if it wasn't her love he was getting.
"How 'bout some dinner?" Spike asked.
"Dinner? Sounds good," Buffy answered. This event seemed so unreal. Granted, that he had cooked dinner for her at home but somewhere else in a strange house was just plain weird.
She followed Spike into a dining room. It was well lit by a chandelier hanging over the highly polished table. There were two plates and silver ware set on the table. Spike led Buffy to her seat.
Buffy flashed him a quick smile and sat in her seat. He went into the kitchen and returned shortly with the food. He put some spaghetti in her plate and then in his. He filled the glasses with wine.
"Wine? I don't know about that. You know me beer and me aren't best friends and I don't think wine is one of them either ."Buffy said as she stared at the bottle of wine Spike held in his hand.
"Just a bit won't do you harm, so drink up," Spike said, as he poured the drink into her glass.
Buffy started eating as soon as he was seated. She hated the way he had set up the table and made the food. It seemed like this was some kind of date, which of course wasn't. It made her so angry she felt that she was going to snap at him any second now. She felt like shouting," Stop acting like this is some kind of romantic date, I know you have a little bitch of a girlfriend."
They ate dinner mostly in silence. They did chat a little about Dawn and small stuff like that. Both were not ready to have a meaningful conversation just yet. Dinner was finally over. Buffy had insisted in helping out with the dishes. After a bit of arguing she convinced him that she was to wash the dishes.
After doing that they both sat in the dining room. Buffy looked at her nails, not ready to start the conversation.
Breaking the silence Spike spoke, " What are you doin' 'ere Buffy? Let me guess Rupes sent you 'ere to recruit some Slayers."
Buffy smiled inwardly. That was a credible explanation to why she was here, she wouldn't have to tell him the real reason.
"Yeah, you got me. You know Giles, never gets tired of sending me out on Slayer missions," Buffy lied.
"Thought he was going to lay off for a while." Spike stated.
"He was you know, but nobody could make it over here so I got stuck doing it. Besides it's not like I had any plans for the summer. Just watching t.v. and patrolling a little."
"I take it you haven't met one of the Slayers 'round 'ere. How many are there 'ere in good ol' England? I met one couple of days ago," Spike admitted, taking a sip of his drink.
"You did?" Buffy asked surprised. What if the woman I saw him with was a Slayer? Maybe she wasn't because she seemed like she was older than the average newly called Slayer, but then again she didn't get a good look of her face. Not that looks always tell the actual age of a person. This angered Buffy even more. He was dating another Slayer how could that be? What was wrong with her? Was he interested in dating Slayers now that weren't her.
"Yeah, I did. She was takin' the Slayer thing pretty well. Musta been 'cause she was told of her some day destiny since she was ten. Well, now it isn't someday, she's livin' the real thing along with the rest of the girls 'round the world."
"Yeah," Buffy said quietly, suddenly feeling the burden of the decision she had made that had sealed the fate of all the potentials in the world.
"Not that it was a bad thing that you did. It was the right thing to do," Spike said as if knowing what she was thinking.
This conversation wasn't new. They had discussed this subject countless times before. It was always the same, Buffy doubting her decision and Spike telling her that it was the correct thing to do.
"So how come she didn't try to stake you?" Buffy asked, trying to stay on the subject of the Slayers in England.
"Well, that's cause the watcher told her who I was. Now in days everybody in the bleedin' council knows I'm not killing people. Trust those wankers to ruin my reputation," Spike answered, shaking his head in disgust.
"I thought you were over the whole killing people thing?" Buffy asked sweetly. She knew he was faking that he cared about his reputation, truth was that he wasn't into killing anymore. He hadn't been for a long time. Even before the soul.
"Yeah, well, I still have a rep to keep," before Spike could continue talking the door bell rang.
"I guess you better see who it is," Buffy said. She wondered who was at the door. Was it his girlfriend? If she was, she wasn't sure what she'd do. Leave or stay?
"Yeah, I'll do that." Spike stood up and left the dining room without any more words. She heard him open the door and greet someone. The voice that greeted him back belonged to a woman.
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The next morning Buffy awoke with a splitting headache. She rubbed the sleep away from her eyes and stared at her surroundings. She didn't recognize where she was. She was lying on a cherry wood bed. She noticed that there were various painting on the walls, that seemed old. The color of the walls reminded her of the sand back home.
She rubbed her aching temples. Her mind was a blank, she couldn't remember what had happened yesterday. She stood up and stretched. How she got here she did not know, but she knew she had to find out. She walked over to the door and was about to open it when the knob started turning.
The door opened to reveal Spike standing there in the doorway. Buffy froze, and stared at him. His hair was slightly messy, like he had just gotten out of bed. He was wearing a black silk shirt that was still not fully buttoned. She caught a glance of some of his chest. He was also wearing his traditional black jeans.
Her heart was pounding in her chest.
"Buffy," Spike said her name. "I see you're finally up."
Buffy nodded, unable to speak. Suddenly, she felt something at the pit of her stomach. That something usually meant she was going to get sick.
"What I'm doing here?" she asked.
"Don't you remember?"
Buffy shook her head and said, " My mind's pretty much a blank."
"Well, then let me refresh your memory. Found you at a demon bar, drunk. A vamp was going to take a bite out of you. Lucky for you, I happen to pass by."
Her mind was starting to clear up. Pieces of what had happened yesterday where starting to come together. They weren't exactly clear, fuzzy but at least she could remember something. Images of her drowning her sorrow popped into her head. She remembered the reason why she had been drinking.
Anger washed over her as she stared at the man, er vampire before her. She wanted to hit him or something, but she didn't.
"How about some breakfast?" Spike asked. He wanted to ask her what she was doing here, but he thought it wasn't the right time to have a talk. Not just yet, anyway.
"Breakfast, no thanks I have to go back to my hotel. Gotta change and stuff," Buffy said. She suddenly didn't feel like talking to him right now, especially not the way she felt. She felt confused, angry and in the need of a refreshing shower and change of clothes.
"Come on now you must be hungry. Have some breakfast," Spike tried to persuade her.
"No thanks, I really I'm not in the mood for blood," Buffy said in a voice that was almost angry. In a lighter tone she added, "I'm just joking, not that I mean you would actually feed me blood. But I really do need to go, how about we talk later ok?"
Spike nodded, "How about you come later about at 7pm?"
Buffy nodded. Was this a date? Of course not he has his little girlfriend, Buffy thought angrily.
Spike moved out of the way, letting Buffy go through. She was in a corridor, that led down to some other rooms. Spike led the way down to the left and turned into the living room. It was a mess, there were pieces of broken furniture all over the place. The walls were covered with dust, and cobwebs.
"Nice place you got here," Buffy commented, as she stared at the mess before her.
"Yeah, well I know it's a mess, but it'll get fixed up soon enough.," Spike said, as he walked towards the front door.
He opened the door, but stood behind it careful to stay out of the sun's harmful rays. "I'll see you later," she said as she left his house. He quickly closed the door and stood alone in his dark house.
Buffy arrived in her hotel half an hour. It had taken a while to get there, because she had to walk the whole way there. She was starting to memorize where some of the places where, now she knew how to get back to her hotel without problems.
She entered her room and jumped into her bed. She lay there for a couple of minutes. She didn't want to think but thoughts kept surfacing. She had wanted to find him, and she had. But it wasn't how she had expected it. She definitely didn't expect some other woman in his life. Well, there was always that possibility that he would move on. But it still hurt so much. Now, she couldn't tell him that real reason why she had come, it would be pointless and embarrassing.
Her decision to come had been influenced by the fact that she no longer wanted to shut people out of her life. She finally admitted to herself that that's what she did to her friends when she did not want to involve them in her life. She had shut the potentials away too. Spike, she definitely shut out of her life. She always denied having feelings for him, but it wasn't true. She finally realized she did have some, it was just that she was afraid of what her friends might think. Now, she had come to know that if her friends were true to her they would accept her relationship with anybody even if it was Spike. She had always been there for her friends, accepting their relationships even if it was with an ex demon or lesbian witch. Now, she was ready to admit her feelings, but Spike was with another girl. Life sure had a funny way to make your life miserable.
She got up from her bed and ordered some breakfast. She then drank some water, since her throat was dry. After she finished her breakfast, she took a shower. The shower definitely relaxed her and put her in slightly better spirits.
She stared at the mirror, she was dressed in a sexy dark red tank top and black leather pants that accentuated her curves. She didn't put on too much make up, just enough so that it would show.
She still had a couple of hours to kill, so she watched some t.v. and walked around the hotel. She glanced at the clock and realized it was almost time to meet Spike. She grabbed a bag and put a couple of stakes along with her other stuff.
She arrived right on time. She rang the door bell nervously. A moment later, the door opened. " 'ello Buffy," Spike greeted her, as he motioned for her to come in.
Buffy walked in and avoided looking at Spike. He was dressed like she had seen him in the morning. Except now his hair was gelled and his shirt was fully buttoned. The living room was now devoid of dust and cobwebs. Most of the broken furniture was no longer present.
"You cleaned up huh?" Buffy said noticing the change in the room.
"Yeah, had to do something' 'bout that mess. It was startin' to get on my bloody nerves," Spike replied, closing the door behind him.
Spike tried not to look at Buffy. She looked so beautiful. Seeing her here, made him realize how much he missed her. It has only been a couple of days, but he had missed her presence and friendship, even if it wasn't her love he was getting.
"How 'bout some dinner?" Spike asked.
"Dinner? Sounds good," Buffy answered. This event seemed so unreal. Granted, that he had cooked dinner for her at home but somewhere else in a strange house was just plain weird.
She followed Spike into a dining room. It was well lit by a chandelier hanging over the highly polished table. There were two plates and silver ware set on the table. Spike led Buffy to her seat.
Buffy flashed him a quick smile and sat in her seat. He went into the kitchen and returned shortly with the food. He put some spaghetti in her plate and then in his. He filled the glasses with wine.
"Wine? I don't know about that. You know me beer and me aren't best friends and I don't think wine is one of them either ."Buffy said as she stared at the bottle of wine Spike held in his hand.
"Just a bit won't do you harm, so drink up," Spike said, as he poured the drink into her glass.
Buffy started eating as soon as he was seated. She hated the way he had set up the table and made the food. It seemed like this was some kind of date, which of course wasn't. It made her so angry she felt that she was going to snap at him any second now. She felt like shouting," Stop acting like this is some kind of romantic date, I know you have a little bitch of a girlfriend."
They ate dinner mostly in silence. They did chat a little about Dawn and small stuff like that. Both were not ready to have a meaningful conversation just yet. Dinner was finally over. Buffy had insisted in helping out with the dishes. After a bit of arguing she convinced him that she was to wash the dishes.
After doing that they both sat in the dining room. Buffy looked at her nails, not ready to start the conversation.
Breaking the silence Spike spoke, " What are you doin' 'ere Buffy? Let me guess Rupes sent you 'ere to recruit some Slayers."
Buffy smiled inwardly. That was a credible explanation to why she was here, she wouldn't have to tell him the real reason.
"Yeah, you got me. You know Giles, never gets tired of sending me out on Slayer missions," Buffy lied.
"Thought he was going to lay off for a while." Spike stated.
"He was you know, but nobody could make it over here so I got stuck doing it. Besides it's not like I had any plans for the summer. Just watching t.v. and patrolling a little."
"I take it you haven't met one of the Slayers 'round 'ere. How many are there 'ere in good ol' England? I met one couple of days ago," Spike admitted, taking a sip of his drink.
"You did?" Buffy asked surprised. What if the woman I saw him with was a Slayer? Maybe she wasn't because she seemed like she was older than the average newly called Slayer, but then again she didn't get a good look of her face. Not that looks always tell the actual age of a person. This angered Buffy even more. He was dating another Slayer how could that be? What was wrong with her? Was he interested in dating Slayers now that weren't her.
"Yeah, I did. She was takin' the Slayer thing pretty well. Musta been 'cause she was told of her some day destiny since she was ten. Well, now it isn't someday, she's livin' the real thing along with the rest of the girls 'round the world."
"Yeah," Buffy said quietly, suddenly feeling the burden of the decision she had made that had sealed the fate of all the potentials in the world.
"Not that it was a bad thing that you did. It was the right thing to do," Spike said as if knowing what she was thinking.
This conversation wasn't new. They had discussed this subject countless times before. It was always the same, Buffy doubting her decision and Spike telling her that it was the correct thing to do.
"So how come she didn't try to stake you?" Buffy asked, trying to stay on the subject of the Slayers in England.
"Well, that's cause the watcher told her who I was. Now in days everybody in the bleedin' council knows I'm not killing people. Trust those wankers to ruin my reputation," Spike answered, shaking his head in disgust.
"I thought you were over the whole killing people thing?" Buffy asked sweetly. She knew he was faking that he cared about his reputation, truth was that he wasn't into killing anymore. He hadn't been for a long time. Even before the soul.
"Yeah, well, I still have a rep to keep," before Spike could continue talking the door bell rang.
"I guess you better see who it is," Buffy said. She wondered who was at the door. Was it his girlfriend? If she was, she wasn't sure what she'd do. Leave or stay?
"Yeah, I'll do that." Spike stood up and left the dining room without any more words. She heard him open the door and greet someone. The voice that greeted him back belonged to a woman.