A/N For everyone who hates me for the B/R scene, let me explain. I was
reading over the transcript for the episodes 'As You Were' and 'Into the
Woods' and I noticed, Buffy did really love Riley. But she didn't lust
after him, there was no passion, it was just true love. Just for the
character that the Slayer is, she doesn't notice that and so shuns him
away. And again, for all of you who are on the verge of not reading the
story any longer, wait. For the plot will take a major twist and there is
no way Buffy can or will end up with the army boy. Vampire loving awaits,
just keep reading. And god, people really want Buffy interaction with
Angel and co. You'll get it this chapter.
The Slayer let her body mold into that of her only human lover and lost herself in the kiss. He wrapped his hands around her neck, and pressed her harder to him. The army boy felt her hands come up under his shirt and fight with it until the fabric tore. Buffy allowed her hands to slide over his chest, coming to rest on his shoulders.
"I'll. Always. Love. You." He stuttered between kisses, and as he grabbed for her, she pulled back. Her eyes burned into his, and all he saw was loss.
"I. . . I can't." The Slayer broke away from the tangle of bodies and stood, wrapping her arms around her chest. "I can't do this again."
Riley stole a glance to wear the remains of his shirt lay limp on the bed. "Buffy?" He brought himself to his feet, still shirtless and walked over to her. "Is everything all right?" The army boy tried to take her into an embrace, but she flinched away.
"I don't love you." She said, bringing tear brimmed eyes to meet him. "Your the rebound guy, and I tried to tell myself that you weren't, that I was over Angel." The Slayer took in a shaky breath, trying to gather her thoughts, but not finding anything more to say. "I never loved you."
Riley looked down, seemingly not ready to meet her eyes.
"I'm sorry." She whispered softly, turning her head away to the right, fighting the tears.
He brought his attention back toward her, waiting for her to look directly at him before starting. "Don't be." Riley took in a breath. "I should of known that you needed a demon."
"I don't. . ." She struggled to speak. "I don't need a demon."
"You just don't need me." Riley shook his head and turned away, crossing his arms across his bare chest.
The Slayer brought her arms limply to her side. "I miss you." She said miserably, and cursed herself.
He didn't turn around or say a word in response. Buffy gave a slow nod that he didn't see, and walked out the door.
***
"Bloody hell." Spike muttered to the ground, watching as the Pepsi can he had just kicked flew off into the night chilled air. "Slayer thinks that because I'm not as prim and proper as her other shags she can't show me off." He arrived to where the aluminum had landed and tapped it with his foot, his eyes reflecting it. "Probably doesn't even remember. . ." The Vampire sighed, and gave a look up, he was at the step of the hotel.
"Bloody hell." He whispered, eyes wandering up the length of the building and back down to the door. "Peaches sure has done well for himself." Slowly, he walked up, letting his hands rest in his pockets once he opened the gate. Hidden beneath the shadows were two figure, one had the other by the scruff of the neck, and was pressing him against the wall. Their voices filtered through the air, one quivering and one whispering threats. Before Spike could pick up on the conversation, the dominator looked back.
"Spike, you made it." Angel commented before he turned his attention back to the prey. With a smooth movement of his arms he snapped it's neck, and it fell to dust as he came back to face Spike. "Good to see you."
"Feeling mutual Peaches." He walked up, shaking his head. "What was that all about?"
Angel stole a glance back to the ashes. "Vampire from the Bloodlust, came here to try to kill us, and instead gave us the address to where they keep home."
He nodded, and joined the older vampire as they walked to the hotel, they moved in silence until they reached the door. Angel looked into Spike's eyes. "So your with Buffy now." It wasn't a question.
"Guess I am."
Angel didn't say anything. "You love her?"
"I got a soul for her." He grinned at the surprised look on his grandsire's face. "Not so special now are we Peaches?"
Angel pushed the door open and strode into the hotel, Spike looked on. "You going to invite me in!" He was answered by silence, and the vampire banged on the hard wood of the door, yelling curses.
"Just because I'm shagging with your ex doesn't mean you can-"
He was cut off as the door opened and Wesley appeared in the empty space. "Spike I presume?" He look tired, eyes heavy with sleep.
The vampire nodded and the old watcher invited him in. He walked into the interior of the hotel, cocking his head up to take in the lobby and high ceilings. "Big." Spike commented, coming to a stop on the stairway. Wesley continued to the desk, and started to read a thick text, seemingly forgetting the vampire.
"Spike?" The voice came from above and he looked up to meet his Slayers eyes, and grinned. She stood on the balcony, hands resting on the railing, Buffy smiled, but it was pained. "You made it here OK?"
"Bloody brilliant of you to kick me out so you could spend some time with Peaches without me." He drawled as she started down the stairs.
"Sorry about that." The apology was weak as she descended the stairs.
He grinned, a failing seductive gesture that only Wesley picked up on. "You could make it up to me."
Before she could open her mouth, Angel stepped out of a back office, a sheet of paper in his hand. He handed it to Wesley, but his eyes were on the other vampire. "Who let you in?"
"I did." The ex watcher commented, looking up, even though the question wasn't directed at him. Angel dropped the subject. "That's the map of the area where the Bloodlust is." he explained, leaning against a pillar.
"We'll hit it tomorrow then." Wesley said definitely, studying the paper. "I'm heading home, night." With a yawn, he packed the paper in the fold of his suitcase and headed toward the door, saying a quick goodbye to Buffy.
As the door shut behind him, silence claimed the room. "Well then." The Slayer said nervously, the presence of both her vampires in the room created a chill. "I'm going to go patrol." As if in unison they turned to her.
"I'll come, up for a bit of ruff and tumble myself." Spike got out before Angel could.
Buffy bit her lip. "If you don't mind, I think I'm going to go off alone."
"Your going off where alone?" The voice was Riley's, he jumped down the stairs, only mounting the tensions in the room.
"Patrolling." She avoided his eyes and walked to the weapons rack, slipping a sword out. "Can I borrow this?" The question was to the older vampire.
Angel nodded. "Sure."
She nodded, and hitched it so that she had a better grip. Without waiting for a reply she ran out.
A/N I know this chapter sucks, you don't need to tell me this chapter sucked. The next one will be good though, I promise!
The Slayer let her body mold into that of her only human lover and lost herself in the kiss. He wrapped his hands around her neck, and pressed her harder to him. The army boy felt her hands come up under his shirt and fight with it until the fabric tore. Buffy allowed her hands to slide over his chest, coming to rest on his shoulders.
"I'll. Always. Love. You." He stuttered between kisses, and as he grabbed for her, she pulled back. Her eyes burned into his, and all he saw was loss.
"I. . . I can't." The Slayer broke away from the tangle of bodies and stood, wrapping her arms around her chest. "I can't do this again."
Riley stole a glance to wear the remains of his shirt lay limp on the bed. "Buffy?" He brought himself to his feet, still shirtless and walked over to her. "Is everything all right?" The army boy tried to take her into an embrace, but she flinched away.
"I don't love you." She said, bringing tear brimmed eyes to meet him. "Your the rebound guy, and I tried to tell myself that you weren't, that I was over Angel." The Slayer took in a shaky breath, trying to gather her thoughts, but not finding anything more to say. "I never loved you."
Riley looked down, seemingly not ready to meet her eyes.
"I'm sorry." She whispered softly, turning her head away to the right, fighting the tears.
He brought his attention back toward her, waiting for her to look directly at him before starting. "Don't be." Riley took in a breath. "I should of known that you needed a demon."
"I don't. . ." She struggled to speak. "I don't need a demon."
"You just don't need me." Riley shook his head and turned away, crossing his arms across his bare chest.
The Slayer brought her arms limply to her side. "I miss you." She said miserably, and cursed herself.
He didn't turn around or say a word in response. Buffy gave a slow nod that he didn't see, and walked out the door.
***
"Bloody hell." Spike muttered to the ground, watching as the Pepsi can he had just kicked flew off into the night chilled air. "Slayer thinks that because I'm not as prim and proper as her other shags she can't show me off." He arrived to where the aluminum had landed and tapped it with his foot, his eyes reflecting it. "Probably doesn't even remember. . ." The Vampire sighed, and gave a look up, he was at the step of the hotel.
"Bloody hell." He whispered, eyes wandering up the length of the building and back down to the door. "Peaches sure has done well for himself." Slowly, he walked up, letting his hands rest in his pockets once he opened the gate. Hidden beneath the shadows were two figure, one had the other by the scruff of the neck, and was pressing him against the wall. Their voices filtered through the air, one quivering and one whispering threats. Before Spike could pick up on the conversation, the dominator looked back.
"Spike, you made it." Angel commented before he turned his attention back to the prey. With a smooth movement of his arms he snapped it's neck, and it fell to dust as he came back to face Spike. "Good to see you."
"Feeling mutual Peaches." He walked up, shaking his head. "What was that all about?"
Angel stole a glance back to the ashes. "Vampire from the Bloodlust, came here to try to kill us, and instead gave us the address to where they keep home."
He nodded, and joined the older vampire as they walked to the hotel, they moved in silence until they reached the door. Angel looked into Spike's eyes. "So your with Buffy now." It wasn't a question.
"Guess I am."
Angel didn't say anything. "You love her?"
"I got a soul for her." He grinned at the surprised look on his grandsire's face. "Not so special now are we Peaches?"
Angel pushed the door open and strode into the hotel, Spike looked on. "You going to invite me in!" He was answered by silence, and the vampire banged on the hard wood of the door, yelling curses.
"Just because I'm shagging with your ex doesn't mean you can-"
He was cut off as the door opened and Wesley appeared in the empty space. "Spike I presume?" He look tired, eyes heavy with sleep.
The vampire nodded and the old watcher invited him in. He walked into the interior of the hotel, cocking his head up to take in the lobby and high ceilings. "Big." Spike commented, coming to a stop on the stairway. Wesley continued to the desk, and started to read a thick text, seemingly forgetting the vampire.
"Spike?" The voice came from above and he looked up to meet his Slayers eyes, and grinned. She stood on the balcony, hands resting on the railing, Buffy smiled, but it was pained. "You made it here OK?"
"Bloody brilliant of you to kick me out so you could spend some time with Peaches without me." He drawled as she started down the stairs.
"Sorry about that." The apology was weak as she descended the stairs.
He grinned, a failing seductive gesture that only Wesley picked up on. "You could make it up to me."
Before she could open her mouth, Angel stepped out of a back office, a sheet of paper in his hand. He handed it to Wesley, but his eyes were on the other vampire. "Who let you in?"
"I did." The ex watcher commented, looking up, even though the question wasn't directed at him. Angel dropped the subject. "That's the map of the area where the Bloodlust is." he explained, leaning against a pillar.
"We'll hit it tomorrow then." Wesley said definitely, studying the paper. "I'm heading home, night." With a yawn, he packed the paper in the fold of his suitcase and headed toward the door, saying a quick goodbye to Buffy.
As the door shut behind him, silence claimed the room. "Well then." The Slayer said nervously, the presence of both her vampires in the room created a chill. "I'm going to go patrol." As if in unison they turned to her.
"I'll come, up for a bit of ruff and tumble myself." Spike got out before Angel could.
Buffy bit her lip. "If you don't mind, I think I'm going to go off alone."
"Your going off where alone?" The voice was Riley's, he jumped down the stairs, only mounting the tensions in the room.
"Patrolling." She avoided his eyes and walked to the weapons rack, slipping a sword out. "Can I borrow this?" The question was to the older vampire.
Angel nodded. "Sure."
She nodded, and hitched it so that she had a better grip. Without waiting for a reply she ran out.
A/N I know this chapter sucks, you don't need to tell me this chapter sucked. The next one will be good though, I promise!