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Chap 10

Silently I start praying.

Praying that he will react, that he will maybe wrap an arm around me lightly, some sort of sign that tells me what he's thinking, what he thinks about me.

His body becomes rigid.

Shit.

I close my eyes in defeat. I knew he didn't like me, I knew it. And after last nights performance who could blame him? There I was grinding against him to the heavy beat, its no wonder the guy looked panicked when I mentioned it.

I make my excuses and leave. Just a friend Buff, nothing more, nothing less. Just appreciate him for that.

But I can't.

I want more and no matter how hard I try not to think about him he keeps haunting my mind, appearing at the most inappropriate of moments.

And the dreams are the worst.

We're talking three dimensional, surround sound type of dream that leaves you in a tangled state between the bedcovers.

I just can't get you out of my head.

******

Do nothing. Do absolutely nothing. Don't even THINK about it mate.

She is just cold. Cold that's all. Just bloody cold.

Just nickin' your body heat. Using and abusing you as normal. *I want to touch you* -

NO YOU DON'T!

You no that's a bad idea. You know from experience that that is not how it goes with Buffy. She. Does. Not. Want. A. Monster. Like. You.

But logically I'm not a monster anymore.

But if she knew what haunted your mind every minute of every day, then she would still think of you as a monster.

And I know it.

Sighing I rise from the step and take one last look at the house before retreating into the darkness to hunt for something to kill.

******

I watch him fade into the darkness and have a sudden urge to follow.

I finish my cup of coco and scoop up my jacket from the back of the chair and make my way outside. For some reason I can't stay inside the house, I need to get rid of some of this pent up frustration.

So patrol it will be.

I try to concentrate on the task at hand but it's impossible when Spike haunts my head the way he does. I listen carefully to my surroundings, trying to pay attention to what could be lurking in the bushes beside me.

I'm in the cemetery now, half of me cursing the person who thought up the layout of this place. The perimeter is surrounded by dense woods that cut into the centre field, splitting up the layout of the headstones.

Perfect fucking hiding place for demons.

I sigh inwardly and continue my walk.

Never again will I let my friends invite him out. Never Ever. Especially to somewhere that involves drinking. A lot.

There's a loud sound behind me.

Instantly I stop dead, my nerves tingling with anticipation.

It's a vamp. I thank god silently that it isn't anything larger because I'm not sure if my muscles would have been able to work that hard today.

And so the fight begins.

It starts well, he's lying on the floor and I have height to my advantage for once in my life.

That was till I head the running footsteps of more vamps. And not just one more either.

******

And so the evening is quiet.

That or every vamp in this stupid town has run a mile after they have see the look on my face tonight.

I am literally DYING for a fight tonight.

I stick to the outskirts of the cemetery, guessing that that would be where the worst of the beasties would be.

I round the corner and stare shocked at the scene in front of me.

Nine vamps, running full speed for Buffy, her small frame bent over another that lay on the floor, its hands held up to his face as he explodes into dust. But this does not stop the stampeding beasts.

Before I can react she's down on the ground, one pinning her down another kicking her sides in.

And then the adrenaline hits my system and I'm running like I've never run before, sprinting over the dewy grass and leaping headstones that lie in my way.

Hands grasp my collar as I leap into the thick of them, tearing at bodies and throwing them off my slayer. She lie's, curled up slightly with a few scratches and bruises but she looks at me and I can tell she is all right.

Everything is ok. She is safe. My body relaxes at the sight of her.

That one moment of relief that sweeps over my body is enough for the vampires to gain the upper hand.

Soon I find myself being thrown back and pummelled by several fists as I try to stand and block the advances. I peer over my shoulder and see Buffy on her feet, fighting with all her strength as she takes down two more vamps.

Minutes later and we are left with three.

The first one I take on is relatively easy and by the look of him only looks a couple of weeks old. No wonder he hung back. I turn to the next figuring he would be similar but oh I was so wrong.

This vampire had an air about him that suggested that he was a wise vampire, been around for a long time, has experienced a lot of fights.

And by the samurai sword he held in his right hand, I just knew this was going to be a hard fight.

Bloody hell.

******

And so he came. He has this thing where he always turns up at the right moment. Weather if it's just to comfort me or to protect me, he always happens to be just around the corner. Kinda creepy.

But I am glad he is here tonight.

I see him take out the fledgling and know he only has one left. He will be fine. So I turn my attention back to the task at hand.

My vamp.

"Hey there sweetie." He drawls, cocky as ever.

"You just don't get it do you? How many of your fangy buddies do I have to kill before you realise I'm going to kick your ass."

"I think not sugar."

"Oh please! What is with you vamps and your pet names?"

I roll my eyes and take a swing at the vamp, knocking him instantly to the ground.

"Hey!" he yells, leaping to his feet and wiping the blood from his mouth

"I did warn you." I sigh, leaping and kicking him in the chest causing him to stumble backwards.

I lean forward and grab the front of his shirt lifting him and throwing him towards a near by tree, impaling him on a low branch.

"Well that was handy." I dust myself off, watching as the cocky vamp explodes into oblivion.

"FUCK!"

I spin on my heel at the sound of Spike's familiar English accent.

Dust settles around him and I smile. He sure kicked that Vamps butt. What's with the swearing then?

He stumbles back two steps and turns his body towards mine and suddenly I'm running at him, like he was to me.

******

Fucking vampires.

And so I take out the posh bastard. Would have totally kicked his ass if it weren't for that sharp pointy weapon he held in his hand.

And as my stake plunged through his flesh he brought it up to my body and slashed downwards, cutting a deep diagonal line across my flesh.

Cut my bloody duster too.

I smiled as I watched his blue eyes disappear before mine and let out a low laugh. Serve him right for messing with me.

And then I look down and feel my energy slowly start to rush out of me and I stumble back, desperate to stay upright.

And then my knees buckle.

I bring my left hand up to my chest and touch the wound, feeling the warm sticky liquid ooze across my fingertips.

Yet there is no pain.

My vision becomes blurred as I try to focus on one thing in front of me but I can't no matter how hard I try.

Feel bloody sick now.

I fight with darkness as it tries to swarm my head, making all my limbs feel heavy.

All I want to do is sleep.

Shit.

******

A long deep gash runs diagonally down his chest, blood squirts from it, staining his body scarlet.

He drops to his knees and falls back into the damp grass.

"Spike!" I cry out, reaching his side

His eyes remain closed and I start praying to someone, anyone that he is ok. That he will survive.

I try too stop the blood but there is too much, flooding out across his body and over my clothes as I fight desperately with his torn flesh.

"Spike, please wake up. Spike don't do this to me now you fucking bastard. You can't die. You just can't" I fight with the tears and turn it to anger. Angry at myself.

I move my hand to his and grasp his wrist, desperate to feel the pumping of blood indicating to me that he is still alive.

This is all my fault.

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