Authors note: Yep, I no it's a little short and don't have a go at me im just stuck in a bluddy hole that I cant get out of at the moment!! Grrrrrrrrrrr... I hope its angsty enough for you and guys! KEEP REVIEWING!! The quicker you review the quicker the updates!! If no1 reviews a chap then I think they don't like and I find it harder to get inspiration to write the next one! SO REVIEW!! *sigh* right I'm done ranting and raving now.. ENJOY!

Here goes.

Chap 14

Pissing hell.

Images of the slayer and her dog flash through my head as I walk, too drunk to drive my car back to the house.

*His hands slide up her sides, his lips meet hers in a passionate fury.*

I swallow hard and clench my jaw. That shouldn't be allowed. That shouldn't be allowed to happen EVER.

My fist meets a lamppost as I pass it, my skin across my knuckles tearing with impact. Fucking Wanker.

What shocks me more is that she allowed it.

She waltzed in there, strutted her stuff and now looks like a whore with some random Joe sucking at her neck.

I bet there at it now. Like fucking rabbits.

******

I let the guy rise from the floor and take two long strides towards him, my eyes meeting his and he smiles.

"So your boyfriend jealous or what?" He mumbles.

"He is not my boyfriend." At this the guy's smile widens.

"So you wanna come outside or what?"

I smile seductively and press my body up against his, pulling his head down to mine so I can whisper in his ear.

"You touch me again and I swear to god I will rip your balls off and feed them to my neighbours cat." I pull back and plant a light kiss on his cheek, pausing a sec to peer into his eyes.

And then I'm gone, disappearing out of the club and into the night.

******

I enter the house quietly so not to wake anyone up. Tiptoeing I enter the kitchen, flicking the kettle on as a pass and reaching for a mug out of the cupboard.

A sudden rush of tingle cascades throughout my body and I am alert. Something is here, something is watching me.

I turn slowly and see him, just his silhouette in the darkness of the kitchen. My heart skips a beat and I drop the teaspoon I'm holding on the floor.

"Slayer" his voice is deep and I can almost see the fire in his deep blue eyes.

"Spike." I answer similarly, and turn, continuing to make my coffee.

I hear the chair scrap on the floor behind me as he stands slowly, pacing towards me.

Hot breath lands on the back of my neck and I tense as shivers pass through my body. His hands come up and lean on the kitchen counter, trapping me between his body and the cupboards. I stare at his hands and notices fresh cuts sliced across his right knuckles.

"I will be gone by morning." His lips graze lightly against my ear; I can feel the heat from his body on my back.

"No!" I whisper, disturbed that he will leave.

"You do not want me here Buffy, I saw it in your eyes before"

WHAT THE FUCK?? WHEN? WHY? HUH?

"You can't leave, you just can't!"

****** Wait a bloody minute. Has this happened before??

*~* "You can't die, you just can't." *~*

I hear that angelic voice once more and shake my head in frustration. What the hell?

*~* "See you can't die Spike, because. I think I'm falling in love with you." *~*

My eyes fly open in amazement.

"Spike? You ok?" I hear Buffy's voice but can't take in the words.

"It was you" It was her in my head. It was her telling me she loved me.

"What?" She stiffens in front of me.

Or was it her? I mean it could have just been my imagination, telling me it was Buffy because that is what I want most. For her to admit her love for me.

"Nothing." I choose to keep it quiet. But what if it was her? I can't just ask her can I. I mean can you imagine what it will be like? 'Spike are you crazy? How could I love a "Thing" like you?'

"Well clearly there is something Spike. What was me?"

Its too late I've said too much.

"I'm going to bed." I turn and make my way towards the stairs, Buffy close at my heels.

"You're not going anywhere!! And you certainly not leaving tomorrow!" Her hand reaches out and grasps my arm, sending powerful waves of pleasure up my arm from the contact.

"I'm drunk and I'm tired. I need some sleep. We'll talk in the morning." I answer. God that sounded way to sensible for me but I have to sort my head out.

Was it her voice that I heard?

******

And I watch him ascend the stair. Maybe there is hope left. Maybe he will stay.

But why should he after the way I have behaved tonight? Who can blame him? I mean I haven't known him long and the look I gave him after he pulled the guy off me was enough to send any friend crazy.

I looked like a whore. What kind of image must have I been portraying? I mean going out in that Come-Fuck me dress was enough to be frowned upon.

All I can hope is that he stays in the morning.

Because I don't know what I'll do without him.

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