Title: The Minister's Daughter

Summary: A/U Buffy is the minister's daughter. A British boy, William aka Spike, comes to live with them for a while. He finds himself falling helplessly in love with her, and she finds herself doing the same. But something from her past stops her from being with him.

Disclaimer: You know the drill. I don't own any of them. Not even my baby Spike. It's very sad really; some of you feel my pain. The pain of not owning Spike. Spike belongs to Joss. I want to be Joss. He owns the sexiest vampire . . . walking.

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Buffy laid on her bed, motionless, except for the rise and fall of her chest. Her eyes were closed, but she couldn't sleep, not with everything that was happening. Standing, she walked over to the wall that separated her from Spike. Placing her hand on it, she cried softly to herself, being so close, but yet not being able to see, or touch him. She had to talk to him, she needed to, but she knew that her parents would see her sitting in the hall, and they weren't that stupid.

Quickly, she pulled away from the wall and ran to her desk. She had an idea.

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Spike stared up at the ceiling, as if he could see through to the stars above. He looked around the room, taking things in. This place had been like his home, something he hadn't thought of in a long time. But, his feelings for Buffy had grown too strong, out of control, and now, this was more of a prison then a home. The once comforting room felt small and bitter. If only Buffy were in it with him, then everything bad would disappear. He didn't even know if she had gotten home from the night before, all he wanted was some kind of reassurance that she was okay and maybe, maybe things would be better.

His head perked up at the sound of a knock on his door. No one ever knocked, when Joyce brought his food, she just waltzed into the room like she owned the place . . . Which technically she did. Curiosity got to him though, and as his feet touched the cool floor, he saw something slide underneath the door. Walking over to it, he studied it for a few seconds before finally bending down and picking it up. Taking it back to his bed, he studied it some more, before recognizing the familiar handwriting. Buffy. Opening it, he took a deep breath before reading on.

~ Spike,

I got the idea to write you a letter; someway of telling you I was okay. I thought you might be worried, Faith said you were. I got home last night, I just didn't want to bug you with it, so I never told you. Spike, I miss you so much. I know it hasn't been that long since I saw you last, but it feels like forever. So much is going on and I just want you to hold me, but you cant. I hate my parents for pulling us apart, you say they could never, but you and I both know they could, if they really wanted. The bad part is, you're being punished for something you didn't even do. Spike, why not just tell them it wasn't you? Maybe they'd let you stay, maybe we could still be together. Just tell them, tell them I slept with Angel, I'd back it up. I know you don't want to go back to England, even if you don't admit it, I know you like it here. I should go now, before my parents find out what I'm doing. If you can, write me back. Somehow I'll get it.

Love Buffy ~

Spike noticed the tear stain on the paper, she had cried, she was sad. And he wasn't there to comfort her. Standing in almost what seemed like a blink of an eye, Spike pounded his fist into the wall, causing it to make a circle around his hand. He didn't feel much pain, but decided to scream anyways, as loud as he could, he needed to get it out. He didn't want the Summers to come running to his aid. But, he was too late, they'd heard him.

The door flew open and both Hank and Joyce came running in. they stopped and took notice that half of Spike's arm was in the wall. Joyce gasped and ran downstairs to grab the first aid kit. Hank walked over to Spike and helped him pull his fist free of the wall.

"Now you're destroying my house?" Hank asked, some anger in his voice.

Spike just ignored him and tried to concentrate on the pain in his hand. He watched as the blood flew freely from his cut knuckles.

"Spike? Oh my god, Spike are you okay?"

Buffy came running in from the hall and over to Spike. Her father sighed and slightly turned around. Buffy looked at his hand, then back up at him to meet his now icy eyes. It was if he had no life left, nothing to live for. And Buffy couldn't blame him, she felt the same. Without another thought, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and he held her close to him. They stayed like that for a minute, before Hank decided it was time to break up the reunion.

"Go on Buffy, your mother and I will take care of Spike." Hank said.

"No, I don't want to leave." Buffy said, trying to sound brave.

"Buffy, don't test me."

Buffy looked at Spike and saw the tear trickling down his cheek. She glared at her father, her eyes full of hatred, full of hurt and ran out of the room. Spike stared after her; he thought that seeing her for even just one second would make things better, he was wrong. He was way wrong.

~ Okay, please review! Please! Oh, and do you have a problem with me making more chapters? I was just wondering . . . Thanks! Bye ~