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Zanet: Buffy's 17
.:a/n:. Okay, I just wanna know what you guys think of this chapter. Because, personally, I don't like it. And I wanna write another one. But I'm having a writer's block. So, if you don't like it, could you maybe give me some ideas? I'd really appreciate it. Thank you!
Spike opened the door the room he had been keeping Buffy in for two days now. She had called for him to come and let her out, she needed to use the bathroom.
"C'mon luv," he said, standing by the door.
Buffy looked up at him, before slowly rolling off of the bed. She flinched when he gripped her arm, and led her over to the bathroom. She looked back at him when he started to walk in with her.
"I think I can manage by myself, thanks," she said.
He dropped her arm, and turned around, closing the door.
"You know, I was thinking..." Buffy said.
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"I've been thinking about what exactly you're going to do with me, if my dad doesn't pay you," she said, waiting for the loud noise of her flushing the toilet to disappear. "I mean, sure, killing would seem like it would be the most popular thing...But, you're unique. Killing is so...Old."
"This a plea to save your life?" he asked, as she walked out.
"Spike, I'm not scared of death," she said. "I know that you're not going to just let me walk away from this...Alive."
He nodded. "Well, maybe you don't know me."
"I highly doubt I'm wrong," she said. "Or am I?"
He took her arm again, dragging her over to the kitchen. He picked a knife up from the counter, and held it to her throat.
Heart pounding, Buffy smirked at him. Part of her knew he wouldn't do it. But another part of her, never doubted for a minute that he was full of suprises.
"C'mon Spike. Slit my throat," she said, in a deep voice. "I know you wanna..."
He cut her off, pressing his lips against hers in a deep kiss. The knife never left it's spot by her throat, but Buffy wasn't interested in it anymore. The only thing that she knew in that moment, was that he was kissing her. The whole world disappeared, and it was only the two of them.
Pulling away, Spike threw her from his hold, throwing the knife back onto the table. She recovered from his push, and rested against the counter, staring at him.
"Or..." she said. "You know, you wanna kiss me..."
Spike didn't say anything, he just turned his head away.
"Why'd you kiss me...I mean, maybe it's just me...But that doesn't seem like your natural, criminal-like behaviour."
"Shut up," he hissed. "It was...It was a mistake."
"Really? Cause that's a pretty big mistake to make..." she said, but stopped when she saw the look on his face. She turned around, and started to walk. "I'm going back to my room."
"Why aren't you trying to run away?" he asked.
"Because I know you'd catch me," she said, opening the door to her room, and disappearing inside. "But I should've tried," she said to herself. "Why didn't I?"
Zanet: Buffy's 17
.:a/n:. Okay, I just wanna know what you guys think of this chapter. Because, personally, I don't like it. And I wanna write another one. But I'm having a writer's block. So, if you don't like it, could you maybe give me some ideas? I'd really appreciate it. Thank you!
Spike opened the door the room he had been keeping Buffy in for two days now. She had called for him to come and let her out, she needed to use the bathroom.
"C'mon luv," he said, standing by the door.
Buffy looked up at him, before slowly rolling off of the bed. She flinched when he gripped her arm, and led her over to the bathroom. She looked back at him when he started to walk in with her.
"I think I can manage by myself, thanks," she said.
He dropped her arm, and turned around, closing the door.
"You know, I was thinking..." Buffy said.
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"I've been thinking about what exactly you're going to do with me, if my dad doesn't pay you," she said, waiting for the loud noise of her flushing the toilet to disappear. "I mean, sure, killing would seem like it would be the most popular thing...But, you're unique. Killing is so...Old."
"This a plea to save your life?" he asked, as she walked out.
"Spike, I'm not scared of death," she said. "I know that you're not going to just let me walk away from this...Alive."
He nodded. "Well, maybe you don't know me."
"I highly doubt I'm wrong," she said. "Or am I?"
He took her arm again, dragging her over to the kitchen. He picked a knife up from the counter, and held it to her throat.
Heart pounding, Buffy smirked at him. Part of her knew he wouldn't do it. But another part of her, never doubted for a minute that he was full of suprises.
"C'mon Spike. Slit my throat," she said, in a deep voice. "I know you wanna..."
He cut her off, pressing his lips against hers in a deep kiss. The knife never left it's spot by her throat, but Buffy wasn't interested in it anymore. The only thing that she knew in that moment, was that he was kissing her. The whole world disappeared, and it was only the two of them.
Pulling away, Spike threw her from his hold, throwing the knife back onto the table. She recovered from his push, and rested against the counter, staring at him.
"Or..." she said. "You know, you wanna kiss me..."
Spike didn't say anything, he just turned his head away.
"Why'd you kiss me...I mean, maybe it's just me...But that doesn't seem like your natural, criminal-like behaviour."
"Shut up," he hissed. "It was...It was a mistake."
"Really? Cause that's a pretty big mistake to make..." she said, but stopped when she saw the look on his face. She turned around, and started to walk. "I'm going back to my room."
"Why aren't you trying to run away?" he asked.
"Because I know you'd catch me," she said, opening the door to her room, and disappearing inside. "But I should've tried," she said to herself. "Why didn't I?"