Disclaimer: See chapter one.
AN: Sorry so short.
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THINGS REALLY DO CHANGE
Spike stumbled into the college dorm room, interrupting Willow, Buffy's and Tara's study session. The three girls looked up and immediately realized that he was drunk, again. Buffy looked towards Tara and Willow and they nodded their heads in understanding.
"We'll see you tomorrow," Tara said, leaving Buffy and Spike alone.
Buffy got off the bed and walked over to where Spike was leaning against her desk.
"Come on, Spike," Buffy said.
"You are such a f- oh, I'm gonna be sick," Spike said, leaning over.
Buffy grabbed the trashcan from under her desk as he began to heave. Buffy stood there while he leaned over the can. She was getting sick of this. Ever time she saw him now, it seemed like he was drunk.
"This isn't working out," she muttered.
Spike looked up at her, and whipped off his chin. "What's not working?"
"Nothing, Spike," Buffy said. "Just go home."
"No," Spike yelled. "What's not working?"
"I'll tell you when you're sober," Buffy yelled back. "If you ever are," she muttered again.
"Damn it," Spike yelled. "You're going to tell me now!"
"Fine! You wanna know?" Buffy replied viciously. "US! We're not working! You're always drunk and I'm not going to put up with it! Not anymore!"
She turned around to call a cab for Spike and but felt Spike grab her shoulder and spun her around. He tightened his grip on her arms as she tried to get out of it. "WE are doing just fine, and I think you'll put up with me being drunk."
"And THAT," Buffy said, twisting one arm away from him. "Is another reason why we're through. You think you can get anything you want by forcing me to. It doesn't work that way!"
"Yes, actually," Spike said, bringing his fist into her face. She fell to the floor and looked up at him, shocked. He had never hit her. "It does work that way."
"See?" he sneered.
Buffy stood up slowly and walked over to the door. She wasn't scared of him, just shocked that he did that. She turned to him, while opening the door. "I'm leaving. You're going to be gone when I get back. And we're over. I'm not scared of you."
She walked out the door and closed it, leaving a fuming Spike behind it.
Spike flew around the room, throwing all the stuff off the shelves, ripping books and completely trashing the room. He was enraged. No one walked out on him. When he got tired of them, he left, but NO ONE walked out on him.
Calming down a little, he stared at the closed door. "So, you're not afraid of me, huh bitch? We'll see if I can change that. After I'm done with you, no one will be able to save you. Not even your Angel."
With that, he left, leaving Buffy's room trashed and his threatening words hanging in the air.
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AN: Sorry so short.
Feedback: Anything and Everything!
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THINGS REALLY DO CHANGE
Spike stumbled into the college dorm room, interrupting Willow, Buffy's and Tara's study session. The three girls looked up and immediately realized that he was drunk, again. Buffy looked towards Tara and Willow and they nodded their heads in understanding.
"We'll see you tomorrow," Tara said, leaving Buffy and Spike alone.
Buffy got off the bed and walked over to where Spike was leaning against her desk.
"Come on, Spike," Buffy said.
"You are such a f- oh, I'm gonna be sick," Spike said, leaning over.
Buffy grabbed the trashcan from under her desk as he began to heave. Buffy stood there while he leaned over the can. She was getting sick of this. Ever time she saw him now, it seemed like he was drunk.
"This isn't working out," she muttered.
Spike looked up at her, and whipped off his chin. "What's not working?"
"Nothing, Spike," Buffy said. "Just go home."
"No," Spike yelled. "What's not working?"
"I'll tell you when you're sober," Buffy yelled back. "If you ever are," she muttered again.
"Damn it," Spike yelled. "You're going to tell me now!"
"Fine! You wanna know?" Buffy replied viciously. "US! We're not working! You're always drunk and I'm not going to put up with it! Not anymore!"
She turned around to call a cab for Spike and but felt Spike grab her shoulder and spun her around. He tightened his grip on her arms as she tried to get out of it. "WE are doing just fine, and I think you'll put up with me being drunk."
"And THAT," Buffy said, twisting one arm away from him. "Is another reason why we're through. You think you can get anything you want by forcing me to. It doesn't work that way!"
"Yes, actually," Spike said, bringing his fist into her face. She fell to the floor and looked up at him, shocked. He had never hit her. "It does work that way."
"See?" he sneered.
Buffy stood up slowly and walked over to the door. She wasn't scared of him, just shocked that he did that. She turned to him, while opening the door. "I'm leaving. You're going to be gone when I get back. And we're over. I'm not scared of you."
She walked out the door and closed it, leaving a fuming Spike behind it.
Spike flew around the room, throwing all the stuff off the shelves, ripping books and completely trashing the room. He was enraged. No one walked out on him. When he got tired of them, he left, but NO ONE walked out on him.
Calming down a little, he stared at the closed door. "So, you're not afraid of me, huh bitch? We'll see if I can change that. After I'm done with you, no one will be able to save you. Not even your Angel."
With that, he left, leaving Buffy's room trashed and his threatening words hanging in the air.
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