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took so long to update, life's busy. Hope you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to Joss Whedon (the dang genius!) and Mutant Enemy (Grr...Argh!). I just write the stories.
Buffy's hands grasped him one last time, her nails digging into Spike's arm, breaking the skin.
He turned to her, flames burning within his eyes as he shook his arm with amazing force, throwing her to the ground.
"Stop it, ya' lit'le wench!" he roared, leaning over her and shaking his finger at her.
Buffy sat beneath his ominous figure, staring in disbelief.
She tried to stand once again, but he placed his foot on her chest, toe at her neck, leaning some weight on it so as to cut off her air supply.
She tried to push him off, but the whole fainting ordeal had drained her, plus the power of anger was more powerful than any other...
Especially the power of unrequited love.
She had begun to desperately grab it her throat, nearly scratching off her skin in order to lighten the weight on her airway and allow her to breathe again.
He just stood over her, smirking slightly.
Insanity had washed over him.
He wanted to kill her, rip her heart from her body...
Make her feel the pain he was feeling.
He heard footsteps come pounding up the stairs, by the sound of it, it was Xander.
The man Buffy loved...
The man he wanted to kill.
He could feel it.
The sound of Xander's pulse as he ran, the sound of his blood rushing through his veins, the sound of Spike's own face morphing into its vampiric monstrosity.
He was ready for the fight...the kill...
"Buff-"
Xander had asked behind him, Spike's eyes narrowing.
He pivoted, causing Buffy to get in one little squeeze of air before his heel pushed down on her lungs once again.
She had made a noise of pain, but he was too numb to hear it...
...to comprehend what he was doing.
Voices of worry began to float through the house, Willow's voice calling Xander, seeing if he was okay.
"Everything's under control! Don't worry!"
Xander called, raising his open palms in front of his chest as a peace offering and a defense method.
Xander took a few, small steps towards the fiend who stood just four feet away, the withering body of the Slayer within his grasp.
"Calm down, Spike..."
Xander said, talking another few steps towards the bloodsucker.
"Don't you dare take another friggn' step," he growled, grinding his heel down harder on the slayer.
Buffy made a slight noise as she tried to inhale, causing Xander's main focus to deter slightly.
'Now's my chance," Spike thought.
Everything turned into slow motion as he kicked of the slayer, launching himself at Buffy's new lover.
If he was going to die, why not take the others to hell with him?
He watched as Xander took a step back, his face twisting into a odd, deformed look of fear as Spike flew towards him, catching him against a wall.
Time seemed to stop for a couple of seconds before everything went back to normal and their heads smashed together, hitting Xander into the papered wall behind him, and gravity pulling Spike to the ground.
A large gash had appeared in the upper right corner of Xander's forehead as he yelled, grabbing at it in pain.
He cursed loudly, causing Dawn, Andrew, and Willow to pile up at the bottom of the stairs.
"Xander?!"
Dawn screamed loudly in her obnoxiously high-pitched voice, causing Spike to cover his ears as he stayed on the ground for a few moments.
Spike placed his arms at his sides, supporting himself up into a push up stance before eventually climbing to his feet.
He shook his head, his temples pounding.
'Eh, nothing a good cig wouldn't cure.'
He thought, adrenaline pumping through his veins.
Xander seemed to have gained his composure and ran at Spike, a battle cry emerging from his lips.
The immature boy threw a pitiful punch with his dominant fist, aiming for spikes stomach, but Spike blocked it, at the same time he had lifted his knee, ramming it into Xander's lower abdomen, causing him to stagger backwards.
The arch of Xander's feet landed on the edge of the top stair, causing him to throw his arms out to each side for balance, but with no avail.
Xander tumbled backwards, a loud 'CRACK' sounding as he landed into the Scoobies at the foot of the stairs, causing them all the hit the floor with loud cries.
A soft chuckle emerged from his lips as he slowly sauntered down the stairs to the limp body of Xander, each stair groaning under his weight.
The few under him were knocked out cold, their bodies twisted into strange positions.
They seemed impossible for the normal mortal to achieve.
He almost seemed to fawn over his work.
The feeling was indescribable.
The feeling of killing once again.
He picked Xander's body, holding him like a child in his arms, his head draped backwards over Spike's right arm, Xander's legs over Spike's left.
Xander's chest still was rising and falling, but each breath was shallow and short.
Spike could hear his heartbeat, although it was faint.
He knew what he had to do...
...he had to finish the task...
He carried him slowly to the living room, humming a soft song under his breath.
"Where do we go from here...?"
He sang, although his voice was merely a whisper.
He slowly began to raise Xander's body over his head, his eyes closing slowly.
The world had begun to spin in a heavenly way, almost like a marry-go- round.
"Don't worry, lover boy..."
He said, Xander's body still draped in his arms above his head.
Spike opened his eyes suddenly, his nostrils flaring, the fires of hell blazing beneath his eyes,
"I'll take good care of your slayer."
Then there was a blow from behind him, crashing to the back of his neck and sending him sprawling forwards, causing his muscular body to crash to the ground, destroying the coffee table that was within his path and knocking him out cold.
"Looks like she took care of you."
N/A: Again, thanks to everyone for r&r-ing. I really appreciate it. Yes, there is another chapter coming and I am in the process of writing it. Please, feel free to r&r again...I love feedback. (Makes me feel all tingly inside. ^.^)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to Joss Whedon (the dang genius!) and Mutant Enemy (Grr...Argh!). I just write the stories.
Buffy's hands grasped him one last time, her nails digging into Spike's arm, breaking the skin.
He turned to her, flames burning within his eyes as he shook his arm with amazing force, throwing her to the ground.
"Stop it, ya' lit'le wench!" he roared, leaning over her and shaking his finger at her.
Buffy sat beneath his ominous figure, staring in disbelief.
She tried to stand once again, but he placed his foot on her chest, toe at her neck, leaning some weight on it so as to cut off her air supply.
She tried to push him off, but the whole fainting ordeal had drained her, plus the power of anger was more powerful than any other...
Especially the power of unrequited love.
She had begun to desperately grab it her throat, nearly scratching off her skin in order to lighten the weight on her airway and allow her to breathe again.
He just stood over her, smirking slightly.
Insanity had washed over him.
He wanted to kill her, rip her heart from her body...
Make her feel the pain he was feeling.
He heard footsteps come pounding up the stairs, by the sound of it, it was Xander.
The man Buffy loved...
The man he wanted to kill.
He could feel it.
The sound of Xander's pulse as he ran, the sound of his blood rushing through his veins, the sound of Spike's own face morphing into its vampiric monstrosity.
He was ready for the fight...the kill...
"Buff-"
Xander had asked behind him, Spike's eyes narrowing.
He pivoted, causing Buffy to get in one little squeeze of air before his heel pushed down on her lungs once again.
She had made a noise of pain, but he was too numb to hear it...
...to comprehend what he was doing.
Voices of worry began to float through the house, Willow's voice calling Xander, seeing if he was okay.
"Everything's under control! Don't worry!"
Xander called, raising his open palms in front of his chest as a peace offering and a defense method.
Xander took a few, small steps towards the fiend who stood just four feet away, the withering body of the Slayer within his grasp.
"Calm down, Spike..."
Xander said, talking another few steps towards the bloodsucker.
"Don't you dare take another friggn' step," he growled, grinding his heel down harder on the slayer.
Buffy made a slight noise as she tried to inhale, causing Xander's main focus to deter slightly.
'Now's my chance," Spike thought.
Everything turned into slow motion as he kicked of the slayer, launching himself at Buffy's new lover.
If he was going to die, why not take the others to hell with him?
He watched as Xander took a step back, his face twisting into a odd, deformed look of fear as Spike flew towards him, catching him against a wall.
Time seemed to stop for a couple of seconds before everything went back to normal and their heads smashed together, hitting Xander into the papered wall behind him, and gravity pulling Spike to the ground.
A large gash had appeared in the upper right corner of Xander's forehead as he yelled, grabbing at it in pain.
He cursed loudly, causing Dawn, Andrew, and Willow to pile up at the bottom of the stairs.
"Xander?!"
Dawn screamed loudly in her obnoxiously high-pitched voice, causing Spike to cover his ears as he stayed on the ground for a few moments.
Spike placed his arms at his sides, supporting himself up into a push up stance before eventually climbing to his feet.
He shook his head, his temples pounding.
'Eh, nothing a good cig wouldn't cure.'
He thought, adrenaline pumping through his veins.
Xander seemed to have gained his composure and ran at Spike, a battle cry emerging from his lips.
The immature boy threw a pitiful punch with his dominant fist, aiming for spikes stomach, but Spike blocked it, at the same time he had lifted his knee, ramming it into Xander's lower abdomen, causing him to stagger backwards.
The arch of Xander's feet landed on the edge of the top stair, causing him to throw his arms out to each side for balance, but with no avail.
Xander tumbled backwards, a loud 'CRACK' sounding as he landed into the Scoobies at the foot of the stairs, causing them all the hit the floor with loud cries.
A soft chuckle emerged from his lips as he slowly sauntered down the stairs to the limp body of Xander, each stair groaning under his weight.
The few under him were knocked out cold, their bodies twisted into strange positions.
They seemed impossible for the normal mortal to achieve.
He almost seemed to fawn over his work.
The feeling was indescribable.
The feeling of killing once again.
He picked Xander's body, holding him like a child in his arms, his head draped backwards over Spike's right arm, Xander's legs over Spike's left.
Xander's chest still was rising and falling, but each breath was shallow and short.
Spike could hear his heartbeat, although it was faint.
He knew what he had to do...
...he had to finish the task...
He carried him slowly to the living room, humming a soft song under his breath.
"Where do we go from here...?"
He sang, although his voice was merely a whisper.
He slowly began to raise Xander's body over his head, his eyes closing slowly.
The world had begun to spin in a heavenly way, almost like a marry-go- round.
"Don't worry, lover boy..."
He said, Xander's body still draped in his arms above his head.
Spike opened his eyes suddenly, his nostrils flaring, the fires of hell blazing beneath his eyes,
"I'll take good care of your slayer."
Then there was a blow from behind him, crashing to the back of his neck and sending him sprawling forwards, causing his muscular body to crash to the ground, destroying the coffee table that was within his path and knocking him out cold.
"Looks like she took care of you."
N/A: Again, thanks to everyone for r&r-ing. I really appreciate it. Yes, there is another chapter coming and I am in the process of writing it. Please, feel free to r&r again...I love feedback. (Makes me feel all tingly inside. ^.^)