Part Ten

Wes and I decided to drive down to Sunnydale instead of inviting them all here in LA. So, we were riding down the highway on his wicked motorcycle. And, oh my God, you'll never guess who we see.

Angel.

In his old, black, GT-something or other, convertible. We rode along side them for a good 15 minutes before I looked over. We met eyes and I realized who he was. The look on his face was priceless. Maybe it was because I wasn't wearing a helmet, cause, let's face it, there's no way in hell I was going to wear that hot pink one. Maybe it was because I was wearing this black corset tank top thing and leather pants, my hair streaming behind me. Or maybe it was the fact I was riding with Wesley the miffed him off.

He looked pissed.

So I laughed.

"Look!" I yelled to Wesley over the roar of the engine.

He looked over and laughed.

I looked back at Angel and smirked, blowing him an exaggerated kiss.

Wesley sped up unexpectedly and I almost fell off the bike, grabbing to Wes's jacket.

I chanced a look back and saw Gunn laughing his head off, he stuck his head out the window and hollered, "Smooth moves, B.!"

I smirked and flipped him off.

Wes sped off and I made sure to hang on.

*

We made it to the Magic shop and then walked to my house. It was after sunset and I remembered I had left Spike, alone, in my apartment. We got there and I let him in. Wes looked around, poking at my books and antiques. I went into Spike's room and found him watching, none other than, Passions. I sighed.

"Hey Blondie, 'bout time you're back." He mumbled.

"Hey. So… you ok?" I asked.

"Yep. Where ya been?" he asked.

"LA." I answer.

He turned to me, smirking, "Ya see Peaches, then? He called here and when I answered, he had the biggest hissy fit. Quiet nice entertainment."

I smiled, "Well, he's on his way here. Want to go to the Magic Shop? I promise you can annoy him *all* you want. I'll help."

He beamed, then smirked, "Can't wait. Let's go."

*

The three of us arrived and saw the LA crew sitting around the table.

Angel glowered when he saw Wesley, then growled when he saw Spike.

"Hey." I said, in a perky-all-is-right-with-the-world voice.

Willow smiled and hugged me. I awkwardly hugged her back.

"How are you?" Giles asked, his tone fatherly as I approach him.

I make a quick glance at Cordelia and Angel then sigh, "Been better."

He gives me a quick hug then sets his glare on Angel and Queen Bitch. I know this look, it says 'You say one word to make her upset and I'll wring your bloody neck'. I brighten a little and sit down.

"So, Cordy, you're a demon now. Took long enough for the evil to work its way through your inner slut." Xander remarks.

I laugh.

"Well, I'm not the only demon around here." She hisses, glaring at me.

I roll my eyes, "Shut the hell up."

Spike pulls up a chair and sits behind me. I can feel it.

Weird.

Angel's eyes flash and he lets out a low growl only the three of us can here.

"Oh, sod off Peaches." He bites out, clearly enjoying this.

"Children, do hush." Giles sighs, "Now, Buffy, did you find anything out from

your Father?"

I lower my eyes, remembering the screaming match we had, "Yeah Just what I am…and why. A freak." I try and say lightly.

Cordelia snorts, "That's what I've been telling you for years. No one ever listens to me."

I sigh harshly, glaring at her, letting my eyes flash the tiniest bit, "Gee, I wonder why."

Spike chuckles and lays a cold hand on my bare shoulder, for strength. He knows how hard this all is for me. Standing up to Angel and Cordelia. Even if he was a British pervert, and had tried to rape me in a haze of blind attraction, he still knew I loved stupid Angel. And it was silently breaking my heart to see him stick up for the blonde-higher-power-wannabe-slut. Angel took this, the wrong way and a loud growl rumbled from his throat.

"Get your hands off her." He ordered.

"Make me, you pansy-ass poof." Spike shot at him.

To my surprise and amusement Anya walked into the room with popcorn.

"Maybe we should wrap this up so Buffy and Spike can go to a crypt and fuck." Cordelia snapped, a wicked smile crossing her face.

The room froze as everyone awaited to see what I would do.

I stood up slowly, moving my hair out of my face.

"You have two choices," I start, quietly, slowly, "Shut the hell up, before I smash in that mountain you call a face, or you can get up, and leave. I assure you, no one will miss you."

Everyone seems to let out a sigh of relief I don't start any bloodshed.

"Make me. I don't care if you're Miss-half-breed-Slayer-slut, for once back up your threats, and kick my ass." She retorts.

Everyone tenses again as I answer.

"You really don't want that. I couldn't kill you in LA. That was your town. But, you're on my turf here, and I like to get rid of demon scum." I said, low in my throat.

I really don't want to fight her.

Spike can see how she is getting to me and how my self-control is wearing thin.

"Angelus, stop that girl, now." He growls, standing in front of me as if to ward me.

"Oh, so you have your demon lover protect you. Ohhh, poor little Fluffy. Can't hold her own." She taunted.

I clenched my fists.

"Stop it, Cordy." Angel said in a low growl.

"No! If she and Spike wanna go at it, I say why not? Let's get popcorn." Cordelia hissed.

That's why I lost it.

But, I didn't do what you thought.

Punches didn't fly.

Blood did not spill.

I wish.

But, I started to cry.

I know, I know. You're saying, Buffy? Crying? Yeah right.

But, I did.

"Will I ever live this down?" I asked, his voice breaking and tears streaming down my cheeks. I wiped them away angrily, but they keep falling.

"Pet…" Spike tries to pull me out of the room.

"No!" I scream, "No, they keep bringing it up! So, I'll tell them. Yes! I slept with Spike, many times! I tried to lose myself into him. I tried to bury my problems in touches and empty caresses. I wanted to die. And I thought that somehow things would get out of control and Spike would kill me. But I got over it!" I screamed.

Everyone was deadly silent, all eyes on me.

Everyone was shocked.

They held their breath as I stepped up to Cordelia.

"Quit bringing this up. Quit rubbing it in my face. You've got Angel, ok? You've got him and I'm not doing anything to take him away. Leave me alone now, or I will kill you and never feel an ounce of remorse." I hissed lethally.

I turn on my heel and walk out the door. I feel that Angel starts to follow me. I hear him open the door to run after me He wants too…

But he doesn't.

For some reason, he doesn't.

And I feel my heart shatter more.

God…

Can I BE anymore dramatic?

*

I go home. I'm tired, upset, and unbelievably icky feeling. I want to puke. I actually do. I fall asleep on the couch, in the middle of 'Friends'. I awoke, kind of, when I heard the door open and shut.

"You live with her?" A voice asked.

Angel.

In my house.

Oh.

My.

God!

I close my eyes and feign sleep.

"Yes, I bloody live with her. Why you looking so surprised? We're close." Spike leered.

I heard Angel growl.

"Oh hell! She's on the couch." Spike hisses.

I can feel Angel's hands brush my cheek.

"You better not wake her up, or they'll be hell to pay. Sides, she'll kick my ass fer' havin' ya here." Spike says, opening the fridge.

"She hates me now." Angel whispers

Awww!

I don't.

Most of the time.

"Can't argue there. You left her and look what happened. No you're with Cordelia. Her arch fucking enemy." Spike says.

"I don't love Cordelia." Angel says.

"She thinks you do. She still loves you and hates they way she's feeling. Jealous, confusion, and weakness. And she lashes out. S'how she is." Spike muses.

"How do you know all of this?" Angel asks.

"How can't I? I've been seeing her destroy herself for years now. It's only going to get worse. Get your seer to leave and go back to LA. She ain't welcome here." Spike says.

They keep talking.

But I fall asleep, Angel's hands still caressing my face and hair.