Two months later.
Spike woke up, looked at the nude sleeping form next to him and smiled. 'So bloody beautiful,' he thought. 'I must be the luckiest guy in the world.'
Their relationship was great, full of passion and love. Even though she had yet to say the words to him, he knew that she loved him. They spent most of their time together. He often stayed with her during the day, keeping her company when her friends were at school.
She had to drop out of College. As Joyce was no longer around, there was no monthly income to pay for food and other necessities, she used the tuition money her father sent her to help pay the bills. Spike had offered to pay for her tuition but she had politely refused him.
They patrolled together every night, then either went back to his crypt or her house. The only problem was that she hadn't yet told her friends about the relationship. When he tried to ask her the reason, she changed the subject or distracted him (usually something to do with her naked body).
He worried that she was ashamed of him. He didn't want Buffy to be embarrassed about being with him. He was getting a bit annoyed at having to constantly explain his presence in Buffy's house, or being hurriedly squashed into some closet somewhere when they were interrupted in the middle of something.
Yesterday he and Buffy were 'training' in the back room of the magic shop and the next thing he knew he was under a pile of mats with Buffy sitting on top of them for almost half an hour, while she discussed the newest big bad with her Watcher.
He was glad that he didn't have to hide the relationship from his 'Little Bit'. She had found out on the second week of them being together. He had been hiding behind the couch while Buffy had hastily grabbed a magazine off the table and was pretending to calmly read it when Dawn inquired as to why Spike's pants were hanging from the lamp shade.
Nothing Buffy said had convinced Dawn as to why they were there. Then Spike had seen a spider crawl near his hand and jumped up from his hiding place with a girly shriek. The back of the couch thankfully hid his nudity.
Dawn, trying not to giggle, had given them her blessing and told them that she was going to do her homework upstairs with her music turned up "really loud." Buffy had been relieved.
Spike could tell that she was really worried about what people would think about her. Dawn being so OK with it made things easier.
Buffy let out a little whimper in her sleep and reached out for him. "It's alright Kitten, I'm here." He curled his body around her and gently kissed her forehead. She seemed to be in the midst of a bad dream, her expression was worried. He began whispering endearments to her. "It's OK Kitten, I love you, it's OK, it's only a dream. God I love you so much!"
He sensed that she was waking up and he began peppering her face with little kisses murmering "love you!" after each one. Her eyes slowly opened. "Morning, Kitten," he smiled down at her with love.
"Mmm... morning." She stretched and then snuggled into his chest with a little smile.
"You OK luv? You looked like you were having a bad dream," he said, his face concerned.
"Yeah! I don't remember much of it actually. there was darkness full of... it felt evil... but then a voice called to me... then I guess... I guess I woke up."
"I hope it wasn't one of your Slayer dreams Pet."
"It didn't feel like a Slayer dream, those are usually really vivid when I wake up... This one was vague. So no need to worry about it."
"Can't help it Kitten. I always worry about you." He kissed her gently, then deeply with passion. She sighed happily as he moved his body on top of hers. She always felt safe when she was in his arms. Xander and Willow had been knocking on the front door for at least five minutes.
"You don't think a demon could have got to her do you?" the redhead asked her friend worriedly. Xander went round to the side of the front porch and peered through the window.
"There's no sign of any struggle... This window is open, give me a boost up?"
Once inside, Xander opened the front door to let Willow in. She was out of breath "You know, I think it would have been a better idea for you to boost me in through the window, not..." she broke off when she heard the sound of a growl from upstairs and a small cry.
"Oh God! Xander! There's something up there hurting Buffy!"
Xander raced up the stairs, with Willow following closely behind and burst into Buffy's room. "Buffy are you al... Oh God!"
Buffy gasped in horror and embarrassment. She pulled the sheet quickly over her and Spike.
"Oops! Sorry Buff!" Xander began to back out of the room when Willow burst in.
"Xander, what is it? What's... Buffy! What are you doing?!" the Witch exclaimed. "Or should I say who are you doing?"
They all heard a muffled "Bloody hell!" from under the sheet.
"Spike? you're doing Spike!?"
"Oh God!" Buffy groaned. "Please tell me this isn't happening."
"Buffy?" Xander questioned her.
"Um. guys. can you go downstairs and wait while we get dressed?" Buffy asked sheepishly.
Buffy got dressed frantically. "Oh God! I can't believe they found out about us like that."
Spike didn't understand why she was so upset about it. "It's not that bad Luv. They were going to find out sooner or later," he tried to comfort her. He walked over to her and rubbed her arms. "Calm down Kitten, it's not the end of the world."
"Not the end of the world? It's worse!" she exclaimed angrily and moved away from him.
This got Spike angry. "I knew it! I knew that you were ashamed of being with me! You're just using me aren't you?"
"Spike! Don't you dare make me out to be some sort of whore!" she shouted back.
"You have sex with me, but you don't love me! You come to me when you feel like it and you haven't told anyone about it. You are acting like a whore," he shot back, furious. "Hadn't had any in a long time had you? So you decided to come to me! You don't love me and I was a fool to think that you ever would. I'm just... convenient to you... I just happened to be the only person around that could scratch your itch!"
"I can't believe you! You complete Pig!" she screamed. "You're right I don't love you! How could I could ever love you?! You are a disgusting thing! You're lucky I even let you touch me! You're beneath me!" she screamed back, angry and hurt by his words.
Inside Spike could feel his heart breaking at every hurtful word she sent his way. "Let me make things easier for you Slayer, 'cos I can't take any more of this from you," he gritted his teeth, gave her one last glance and stormed out of the room.
As he left, Buffy sank numbly to the floor and burst into tears, where Willow and Xander found her a while later. As soon as he left, Spike burst into tears. He couldn't think about anything except losing her, how he'd never get to hold her in his arms again. 'I've got to get her out of my head.'
He gathered himself together, went back to his crypt, packed his few belongings into the Desoto and drove down the highway out of Sunnydale, and out of her life. Xander and Willow did everything they could to comfort the distraught Slayer, but nothing seemed to work.
"It's OK Buffy, we're not mad at you or anything, we were just taken by surprise. There's no reason to be so upset," Xander told her.
"You don't understand Xand," she sobbed.
"Then tell me, make it so we can understand." Still sitting on the floor, he pulled her into his arms while Willow rubbed her back comfortingly.
"Oh God! I love him... I love him and he left me. They always leave me," she sobbed.
Xander and Willow exchanged worried glances.
"Aw Buff! It'll be OK, we're here for you." Willow wrapped her arms around her too. Spike was curled up on the back seat of his car. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't eat, he couldn't comprehend anything but the fact that he'd lost her, ruined his only chance at happiness. 'Why couldn't you be content with what you had?' he asked himself. 'So what if she hadn't told anyone, so what if she was ashamed of being with you? You had a good thing going there mate, and you blew it!'
All he wanted to do was crawl back to her on his hands and knees and make things right. But he didn't, for fear that she wouldn't take him back, for fear that she would hate him.
'I have to do something so that she can have something more from me, I don't want her to think I'm a disgusting thing. I need to prove to her that I've changed.'
Now that he had a mission, Spike jumped back into the front seat and started the car. "Bitch is going to see a change. She'll get what she deserves."
He set off, determined to do whatever it took to prove his worth to her.
Spike woke up, looked at the nude sleeping form next to him and smiled. 'So bloody beautiful,' he thought. 'I must be the luckiest guy in the world.'
Their relationship was great, full of passion and love. Even though she had yet to say the words to him, he knew that she loved him. They spent most of their time together. He often stayed with her during the day, keeping her company when her friends were at school.
She had to drop out of College. As Joyce was no longer around, there was no monthly income to pay for food and other necessities, she used the tuition money her father sent her to help pay the bills. Spike had offered to pay for her tuition but she had politely refused him.
They patrolled together every night, then either went back to his crypt or her house. The only problem was that she hadn't yet told her friends about the relationship. When he tried to ask her the reason, she changed the subject or distracted him (usually something to do with her naked body).
He worried that she was ashamed of him. He didn't want Buffy to be embarrassed about being with him. He was getting a bit annoyed at having to constantly explain his presence in Buffy's house, or being hurriedly squashed into some closet somewhere when they were interrupted in the middle of something.
Yesterday he and Buffy were 'training' in the back room of the magic shop and the next thing he knew he was under a pile of mats with Buffy sitting on top of them for almost half an hour, while she discussed the newest big bad with her Watcher.
He was glad that he didn't have to hide the relationship from his 'Little Bit'. She had found out on the second week of them being together. He had been hiding behind the couch while Buffy had hastily grabbed a magazine off the table and was pretending to calmly read it when Dawn inquired as to why Spike's pants were hanging from the lamp shade.
Nothing Buffy said had convinced Dawn as to why they were there. Then Spike had seen a spider crawl near his hand and jumped up from his hiding place with a girly shriek. The back of the couch thankfully hid his nudity.
Dawn, trying not to giggle, had given them her blessing and told them that she was going to do her homework upstairs with her music turned up "really loud." Buffy had been relieved.
Spike could tell that she was really worried about what people would think about her. Dawn being so OK with it made things easier.
Buffy let out a little whimper in her sleep and reached out for him. "It's alright Kitten, I'm here." He curled his body around her and gently kissed her forehead. She seemed to be in the midst of a bad dream, her expression was worried. He began whispering endearments to her. "It's OK Kitten, I love you, it's OK, it's only a dream. God I love you so much!"
He sensed that she was waking up and he began peppering her face with little kisses murmering "love you!" after each one. Her eyes slowly opened. "Morning, Kitten," he smiled down at her with love.
"Mmm... morning." She stretched and then snuggled into his chest with a little smile.
"You OK luv? You looked like you were having a bad dream," he said, his face concerned.
"Yeah! I don't remember much of it actually. there was darkness full of... it felt evil... but then a voice called to me... then I guess... I guess I woke up."
"I hope it wasn't one of your Slayer dreams Pet."
"It didn't feel like a Slayer dream, those are usually really vivid when I wake up... This one was vague. So no need to worry about it."
"Can't help it Kitten. I always worry about you." He kissed her gently, then deeply with passion. She sighed happily as he moved his body on top of hers. She always felt safe when she was in his arms. Xander and Willow had been knocking on the front door for at least five minutes.
"You don't think a demon could have got to her do you?" the redhead asked her friend worriedly. Xander went round to the side of the front porch and peered through the window.
"There's no sign of any struggle... This window is open, give me a boost up?"
Once inside, Xander opened the front door to let Willow in. She was out of breath "You know, I think it would have been a better idea for you to boost me in through the window, not..." she broke off when she heard the sound of a growl from upstairs and a small cry.
"Oh God! Xander! There's something up there hurting Buffy!"
Xander raced up the stairs, with Willow following closely behind and burst into Buffy's room. "Buffy are you al... Oh God!"
Buffy gasped in horror and embarrassment. She pulled the sheet quickly over her and Spike.
"Oops! Sorry Buff!" Xander began to back out of the room when Willow burst in.
"Xander, what is it? What's... Buffy! What are you doing?!" the Witch exclaimed. "Or should I say who are you doing?"
They all heard a muffled "Bloody hell!" from under the sheet.
"Spike? you're doing Spike!?"
"Oh God!" Buffy groaned. "Please tell me this isn't happening."
"Buffy?" Xander questioned her.
"Um. guys. can you go downstairs and wait while we get dressed?" Buffy asked sheepishly.
Buffy got dressed frantically. "Oh God! I can't believe they found out about us like that."
Spike didn't understand why she was so upset about it. "It's not that bad Luv. They were going to find out sooner or later," he tried to comfort her. He walked over to her and rubbed her arms. "Calm down Kitten, it's not the end of the world."
"Not the end of the world? It's worse!" she exclaimed angrily and moved away from him.
This got Spike angry. "I knew it! I knew that you were ashamed of being with me! You're just using me aren't you?"
"Spike! Don't you dare make me out to be some sort of whore!" she shouted back.
"You have sex with me, but you don't love me! You come to me when you feel like it and you haven't told anyone about it. You are acting like a whore," he shot back, furious. "Hadn't had any in a long time had you? So you decided to come to me! You don't love me and I was a fool to think that you ever would. I'm just... convenient to you... I just happened to be the only person around that could scratch your itch!"
"I can't believe you! You complete Pig!" she screamed. "You're right I don't love you! How could I could ever love you?! You are a disgusting thing! You're lucky I even let you touch me! You're beneath me!" she screamed back, angry and hurt by his words.
Inside Spike could feel his heart breaking at every hurtful word she sent his way. "Let me make things easier for you Slayer, 'cos I can't take any more of this from you," he gritted his teeth, gave her one last glance and stormed out of the room.
As he left, Buffy sank numbly to the floor and burst into tears, where Willow and Xander found her a while later. As soon as he left, Spike burst into tears. He couldn't think about anything except losing her, how he'd never get to hold her in his arms again. 'I've got to get her out of my head.'
He gathered himself together, went back to his crypt, packed his few belongings into the Desoto and drove down the highway out of Sunnydale, and out of her life. Xander and Willow did everything they could to comfort the distraught Slayer, but nothing seemed to work.
"It's OK Buffy, we're not mad at you or anything, we were just taken by surprise. There's no reason to be so upset," Xander told her.
"You don't understand Xand," she sobbed.
"Then tell me, make it so we can understand." Still sitting on the floor, he pulled her into his arms while Willow rubbed her back comfortingly.
"Oh God! I love him... I love him and he left me. They always leave me," she sobbed.
Xander and Willow exchanged worried glances.
"Aw Buff! It'll be OK, we're here for you." Willow wrapped her arms around her too. Spike was curled up on the back seat of his car. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't eat, he couldn't comprehend anything but the fact that he'd lost her, ruined his only chance at happiness. 'Why couldn't you be content with what you had?' he asked himself. 'So what if she hadn't told anyone, so what if she was ashamed of being with you? You had a good thing going there mate, and you blew it!'
All he wanted to do was crawl back to her on his hands and knees and make things right. But he didn't, for fear that she wouldn't take him back, for fear that she would hate him.
'I have to do something so that she can have something more from me, I don't want her to think I'm a disgusting thing. I need to prove to her that I've changed.'
Now that he had a mission, Spike jumped back into the front seat and started the car. "Bitch is going to see a change. She'll get what she deserves."
He set off, determined to do whatever it took to prove his worth to her.
