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Enemy. Also, if these situations are close to any person's (living or dead)
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Buffy groaned loudly, her head feeling as if it had been split in two.
Her mind was swimming.
i Could that have really been Spike?/i she thought to herself as she continued to lay there immobilized.
iNo, no, get a hold of yourself, Buffy. He sacrificed himself. J-just stand up and pretend like nothing happened.../i
Buffy opened her eyes slowly, her vision blurred substantially. She didn't even know where she was.
There were muffled voices around her and they sounded as if they were coming from millions of miles away.
As her vision slowly began to come to, she placed a hand on her head and began to sit up, only to find herself pushed back down by two strong hands.
"Don't hurt yourself more, love," a familiar voice chimed. She couldn't put her finger on who the voice belonged to, but the voice was gentle and kind...so she listened and lay back down.
Her head throbbed, causing her to close her eyes once more to try and block the pain.
"Umph," she sobbed.
She hated not being in control.
She hated being weak.
She hated being useless.
Buffy groaned again and pushed herself enough to sit up fully, batting away the two hands again as they grabbed onto her shoulders.
She pivoted, swinging her legs over the bed as she grabbed onto her forehead, trying to stop the constant pounding of her temples.
Another voice sounded, and this time she confirmed it to be Willow.
"I'll get her some Advil," she had said, followed by the recognizable grunt of Xander.
"Buffy, please, lie down," Xander had said afterward, an extra edge in his voice. There was something wrong, and she could tell, but she didn't know exactly what it was yet.
* * *
"Erm..." was all Spike could say when she pulled the door open.
She had looked even more beautiful then ever.
She had her long, strawberry hair pulled up into a messy bun on top of her tanned head. Buffy had lost a few pounds and the usual bags under her eyes were gone, on account of all the new slayers running about the world.
All of his intense feelings flew back.
He could remember why he had loved her...and why he did still.
He smiled at her, giving a slight wave.
center...Then she had fainted.../center
"Wasn't exactly the welcome I was looking for," he said before rushing over to help her.
The others had come barging through the doorway with weapons in hand, although they dropped them (as did their jaws).
"Spike?" Dawn had asked in disbelief, everyone forgetting about the strewn form of Buffy on the floor.
Andrew had nearly jumped into Xander's arms at the spectacle, and Willow just stared.
"W-what?" Xander had asked, allowing Andrew to hang off of him. That was the last thing on his mind.
"Bloody 'ell ya' wankers. I'll explain later. First, help me carry her upstairs."
He motioned with to the fainted form of Buffy and the stairs, rolling his eyes.
iThey never were really good at intense situations.../i Spike thought to himself, grabbing Buffy under her arms as Xander pushed Andrew off of him and grabbed her legs, helping to carry her to the bedroom.
iDamn, is this going to be a long night.../i
* * *
"No...I've gotta' get up..." she said sternly, grabbing onto her bedside table for support.
The hands grabbed for her once again, but she pushed them off and squealed in loud protest.
"Jeez, slayer, don't get your panties in a twist," the voice from before said. She could here the smirk he had on his lips playing in his voice.
She opened her eyes, everything still blurry and spinning, but better none the less.
"Advil?" she asked.
All she could concentrate on was getting rid of this splitting headache...then she would get on with finding out who this mysterious person was.
She truly knew who it was, but she couldn't bring herself to admit it.
He was dead.
He couldn't come back.
It was impossible.
Wasn't it?
"Here, Buffy," Willow said, concern playing in her eyes as she handed her two Advil and a glass of water.
Buffy took it gratefully, her hands shaking.
She popped the Advil into her mouth, taking a large swing of water.
She just managed to swallow it down, but she chocked on the water, causing her to have spasms and cough.
"Buffy..." the voice said once again, a hand touching her shoulder.
She turned, her eyes closed.
Slowly she opened them, her breath catching in her throat.
She hadn't been dreaming.
A wave of nausea swept over her, causing her to go as pale as the moon that hung outside.
* * *
"Surprise..." Spike said, grimacing.
Buffy sat weakly onto the bed, groaning.
"What am I, diseased?" Spike asked, looking himself over.
He felt awful now.
iI shouldn't have even come.../i he thought to himself, although he knew that he came for her. It was what she would have wanted.
Fidgeting, he wiped his sweaty hands on his black jeans and then ran them through his hair.
This was going to be interesting.
"I think you had better sit down," he said to her.
"Spike?" she said weakly, motioning she was already sitting.
"Oh, well..."
* * *
Buffy whimpered, she had thought he was dead, and now he was back.
It was all wrong.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
He was gone.
She had forgotten about him.
She had buried him.
It was over.
A tear rolled down her cheek as she watched Spike pace about the room, sweat glistening on the chiseled features of his face.
She could tell he was nervous, and he never used to get nervous.
Xander sat down next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and she nuzzled into him.
Spike inhaled finally, signaling he was going to start explaining.
She wasn't sure if she was ready to hear this.
"Well...you see..." he said with a furrowed brow, his pacing growing so fast that it looked as if he was going to burn a whole into the floor.
"It all started six months ago when Angel got this unmarked box..."
* * *
More tears had run down her cheeks through the course of his story. As he told of all the times he wanted to come down and tell her how much he loved her and that he was back.
She hated him even more for telling her this.
"Well why didn't you come earlier? I thought you were dead, godammit!"
"Well..." Spike choked out. He didn't know how to answer.
All he knew was that he wanted to run over to her and get on his knees, begging for forgiveness.
He wanted to touch her again.
Hold her.
Have her.
She looked into his eyes and could see the lust, the love he had for her.
He looked back at her and could see the pity and anger that she held within her.
At that moment, she turned her face away from him.
Addressing the scoobies, she said, "Hey, can you all leave me and Spike alone for a sec?"
They all nodded, standing to leave.
Willow walked over, giving her a large hug before she left, Xander kissing her on the forehead.
"Good luck," they had both whispered in her ear before they left.
Buffy stood, walking to the door and closing it behind them.
She waited until she heard the footsteps descending down the stairs until she turned to Spike.
She gave him a slight smile while standing silently before him, her hands fidgeting.
He walked to her, his speed almost a run, latching his hands around her small waist , his lips pressing against hers, holding her in a strong embrace.
She nearly fell over in surprise.
Tears slowly began to run down her cheeks as she took her hands to his chest, pushing him away from her.
"No! No, Spike...you just don't get it..."
"Get what?" he asked, confused.
He could feel the sexual tension between them when they had kissed, the passion, the hatred. It overwhelmed him.
Buffy interrupted his train of thought, her voice quavering.
"You just can't come back and turn my life upside down, Spike!"
"But –"
"No buts, Spike! You don't get it. You're dead."
"I'm right here, Buffy," he said, hurt.
Something was wrong.
"No...you're dead...to me."
He chuckled slightly in skepticism. She was just in shock.
He moved to her again, wrapping his arms around her waist slyly.
"Stop!" she yelled, backing away from him, causing his arms to slide off her waist.
"Stop!" she said again, rubbing her temples with her small fingers. "I don't love you anymore!"
He had begun to walk towards her, but stopped dead in his tracks.
"Y-You don't..."
"No, Spike," she said, shaking her head.
"When you left, my love for you left. I stayed up waiting every night for you to come back...and you never did. I moved on. I'm with someone else..."
The pain inside him had begun to morph, starting with sadness and then into an uncontrollable anger that welled within him.
"And who is this...this 'someone else'?"
He asked, his eyes crossing and his brow furrowing.
"It's Xander."
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Buffy groaned loudly, her head feeling as if it had been split in two.
Her mind was swimming.
i Could that have really been Spike?/i she thought to herself as she continued to lay there immobilized.
iNo, no, get a hold of yourself, Buffy. He sacrificed himself. J-just stand up and pretend like nothing happened.../i
Buffy opened her eyes slowly, her vision blurred substantially. She didn't even know where she was.
There were muffled voices around her and they sounded as if they were coming from millions of miles away.
As her vision slowly began to come to, she placed a hand on her head and began to sit up, only to find herself pushed back down by two strong hands.
"Don't hurt yourself more, love," a familiar voice chimed. She couldn't put her finger on who the voice belonged to, but the voice was gentle and kind...so she listened and lay back down.
Her head throbbed, causing her to close her eyes once more to try and block the pain.
"Umph," she sobbed.
She hated not being in control.
She hated being weak.
She hated being useless.
Buffy groaned again and pushed herself enough to sit up fully, batting away the two hands again as they grabbed onto her shoulders.
She pivoted, swinging her legs over the bed as she grabbed onto her forehead, trying to stop the constant pounding of her temples.
Another voice sounded, and this time she confirmed it to be Willow.
"I'll get her some Advil," she had said, followed by the recognizable grunt of Xander.
"Buffy, please, lie down," Xander had said afterward, an extra edge in his voice. There was something wrong, and she could tell, but she didn't know exactly what it was yet.
* * *
"Erm..." was all Spike could say when she pulled the door open.
She had looked even more beautiful then ever.
She had her long, strawberry hair pulled up into a messy bun on top of her tanned head. Buffy had lost a few pounds and the usual bags under her eyes were gone, on account of all the new slayers running about the world.
All of his intense feelings flew back.
He could remember why he had loved her...and why he did still.
He smiled at her, giving a slight wave.
center...Then she had fainted.../center
"Wasn't exactly the welcome I was looking for," he said before rushing over to help her.
The others had come barging through the doorway with weapons in hand, although they dropped them (as did their jaws).
"Spike?" Dawn had asked in disbelief, everyone forgetting about the strewn form of Buffy on the floor.
Andrew had nearly jumped into Xander's arms at the spectacle, and Willow just stared.
"W-what?" Xander had asked, allowing Andrew to hang off of him. That was the last thing on his mind.
"Bloody 'ell ya' wankers. I'll explain later. First, help me carry her upstairs."
He motioned with to the fainted form of Buffy and the stairs, rolling his eyes.
iThey never were really good at intense situations.../i Spike thought to himself, grabbing Buffy under her arms as Xander pushed Andrew off of him and grabbed her legs, helping to carry her to the bedroom.
iDamn, is this going to be a long night.../i
* * *
"No...I've gotta' get up..." she said sternly, grabbing onto her bedside table for support.
The hands grabbed for her once again, but she pushed them off and squealed in loud protest.
"Jeez, slayer, don't get your panties in a twist," the voice from before said. She could here the smirk he had on his lips playing in his voice.
She opened her eyes, everything still blurry and spinning, but better none the less.
"Advil?" she asked.
All she could concentrate on was getting rid of this splitting headache...then she would get on with finding out who this mysterious person was.
She truly knew who it was, but she couldn't bring herself to admit it.
He was dead.
He couldn't come back.
It was impossible.
Wasn't it?
"Here, Buffy," Willow said, concern playing in her eyes as she handed her two Advil and a glass of water.
Buffy took it gratefully, her hands shaking.
She popped the Advil into her mouth, taking a large swing of water.
She just managed to swallow it down, but she chocked on the water, causing her to have spasms and cough.
"Buffy..." the voice said once again, a hand touching her shoulder.
She turned, her eyes closed.
Slowly she opened them, her breath catching in her throat.
She hadn't been dreaming.
A wave of nausea swept over her, causing her to go as pale as the moon that hung outside.
* * *
"Surprise..." Spike said, grimacing.
Buffy sat weakly onto the bed, groaning.
"What am I, diseased?" Spike asked, looking himself over.
He felt awful now.
iI shouldn't have even come.../i he thought to himself, although he knew that he came for her. It was what she would have wanted.
Fidgeting, he wiped his sweaty hands on his black jeans and then ran them through his hair.
This was going to be interesting.
"I think you had better sit down," he said to her.
"Spike?" she said weakly, motioning she was already sitting.
"Oh, well..."
* * *
Buffy whimpered, she had thought he was dead, and now he was back.
It was all wrong.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
He was gone.
She had forgotten about him.
She had buried him.
It was over.
A tear rolled down her cheek as she watched Spike pace about the room, sweat glistening on the chiseled features of his face.
She could tell he was nervous, and he never used to get nervous.
Xander sat down next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and she nuzzled into him.
Spike inhaled finally, signaling he was going to start explaining.
She wasn't sure if she was ready to hear this.
"Well...you see..." he said with a furrowed brow, his pacing growing so fast that it looked as if he was going to burn a whole into the floor.
"It all started six months ago when Angel got this unmarked box..."
* * *
More tears had run down her cheeks through the course of his story. As he told of all the times he wanted to come down and tell her how much he loved her and that he was back.
She hated him even more for telling her this.
"Well why didn't you come earlier? I thought you were dead, godammit!"
"Well..." Spike choked out. He didn't know how to answer.
All he knew was that he wanted to run over to her and get on his knees, begging for forgiveness.
He wanted to touch her again.
Hold her.
Have her.
She looked into his eyes and could see the lust, the love he had for her.
He looked back at her and could see the pity and anger that she held within her.
At that moment, she turned her face away from him.
Addressing the scoobies, she said, "Hey, can you all leave me and Spike alone for a sec?"
They all nodded, standing to leave.
Willow walked over, giving her a large hug before she left, Xander kissing her on the forehead.
"Good luck," they had both whispered in her ear before they left.
Buffy stood, walking to the door and closing it behind them.
She waited until she heard the footsteps descending down the stairs until she turned to Spike.
She gave him a slight smile while standing silently before him, her hands fidgeting.
He walked to her, his speed almost a run, latching his hands around her small waist , his lips pressing against hers, holding her in a strong embrace.
She nearly fell over in surprise.
Tears slowly began to run down her cheeks as she took her hands to his chest, pushing him away from her.
"No! No, Spike...you just don't get it..."
"Get what?" he asked, confused.
He could feel the sexual tension between them when they had kissed, the passion, the hatred. It overwhelmed him.
Buffy interrupted his train of thought, her voice quavering.
"You just can't come back and turn my life upside down, Spike!"
"But –"
"No buts, Spike! You don't get it. You're dead."
"I'm right here, Buffy," he said, hurt.
Something was wrong.
"No...you're dead...to me."
He chuckled slightly in skepticism. She was just in shock.
He moved to her again, wrapping his arms around her waist slyly.
"Stop!" she yelled, backing away from him, causing his arms to slide off her waist.
"Stop!" she said again, rubbing her temples with her small fingers. "I don't love you anymore!"
He had begun to walk towards her, but stopped dead in his tracks.
"Y-You don't..."
"No, Spike," she said, shaking her head.
"When you left, my love for you left. I stayed up waiting every night for you to come back...and you never did. I moved on. I'm with someone else..."
The pain inside him had begun to morph, starting with sadness and then into an uncontrollable anger that welled within him.
"And who is this...this 'someone else'?"
He asked, his eyes crossing and his brow furrowing.
"It's Xander."
PLEASE REVIEW: I would like to have any suggestions told to me and any storyline/plot suggestions for future chapters to be posted here. Again, I would like two reviews before I post the next chapter, but one (or none) will do as well. Hope you like it so far!