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Author note: I'd like to thank Azrielle for continuing to support my fanfic and also for reviewing again. It's that sort of thing that keeps me writing. Thanks Azrielle and I hope you all enjoy the next chapter. Let me know if you think doing alternate viewpoints is working out or not. Am I repeating too many things? I don't think so but you all may and I want to please the audience you know? -Grace
So maybe I wasn't exactly right when I decided to "camp out" at Giles' apartment. Firstly there's been no word from Buffy and secondly he keeps threatening my imminent demise if I don't let him get some sleep. I find myself being entertained by the BBC at this hour of the morning, which just so happens to be five or somewhere close to it, the show; which I can't exactly recall the name of at the moment isn't really half bad either. It's nice to hear British accents besides the Watchers and my own sometimes.
Not quite sure when it was that I exactly decided I'd bombard Giles, sometime around midnight I think it was when I decided that I couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, and wouldn't able to really kill anything until I knew where my Slayer was. Okay, so I lied a bit, I killed a lot of things on my way here, but it did seem to take me a hell of a lot longer than usual, so I guess that's one in the same. Things definitely are getting a little stressed around here, all these hell demons wandering around all over the place, all these fledgling vampires acting all cocky as if they own the world or soon will. I loathe them.
So I came knocking at the Watchers door at which seemed to be a nice decent hour, well, for a vampire anyway, and since I had a prior invitation he was unable to keep me from setting up surveillance on his couch. Ever since he had passed that miserable excuse for a message on to me earlier on in the cemetery I've just been going crazy. I tried to relax in the crypt but found myself at his door only minutes later raiding his fridge for any blood that may have been left unnoticed. So here I am now, sitting next to him on the couch watching Sea Change, drinking warm blood out of Giles "kiss the librarian" mug which I'm quite thinking of mysteriously walking off with at some point. Still no news from Buffy but I shouldn't be that disappointed, it's not like she said she'd call or anything.
I have to say I wasn't exactly happy about being left out of the loop on this one. I thought things were getting better between Buffy and I and really was disappointed that she felt she had to leave town for awhile without even letting me know where she was headed. Fine, that's just fine, she wants to take me for granted then let her, we'll see who's begging who when the prophecy begins and she needs a certain virtuoso vampire on her side. Maybe I just won't help, what about that, I'll just sit here and drink my blood thinking about all the wonderful ways she'll need to please me before I do a single thing for her. Why should I anyway, I'm a vampire, big bad remember all? I could kill the lot of you with a snap of my fingers. Suddenly the phone rings and I jump up. Yeah, didn't have to be so obvious did I? Didn't have to prove that all my thoughts are complete bull with one little ring did I? The watcher looks at me sadly and I can only guess what he's thinking. No, I don't have to guess, he makes sure I know.
"For god's sake Spike, settle down, it probably isn't even her."
At five forty in the morning who else would it be? And why bloody hell isn't he answering the phone? That's the third ring, she isn't going to let it ring all morning you know? God man, put me out of my misery and answer the bloody phone. He finally picks it up clearing his throat as he does.
"Buffy?"
I'm too far away to hear what is being said on the other end of that phone but I know it's her just by the by the look on his face. Is that relief pasted there on his features? I wish I could hear her voice but I doubt the watcher will let me get that much closer and so I sit patiently hoping for any smidgen of information regarding her whereabouts. Even my keen sense of vampire hearing isn't doing me much good right now, damn.
"Where are you now?" Giles continues as I listen to the one sided conversation. "You're not going to talk business first?"
I wonder exactly what kind of business he's talking about. I wonder why she'd be leaving Sunnyhell at so important of time as this, what could possibly be more important?
"You very well might, but you don't have to Buffy, just change your mind and come back."
So it's not good business then, if the Watcher doesn't want her there she really probably shouldn't be there and alone, not that she can't take care of herself, but, hold on, it's not my job to take care of her. Oh bloody hell yes it is.
"Either it'll happen or it won't Buffy, there's really no gray area here."
Only a little more confused at that comment. It really would help if I could hear what she was saying.
"You have all of the luck I have to give."
And I honestly thought that coming here would put my mind at ease when I knew she was okay? Yeah, that seemed to work out well didn't it? Nothing much of interest coming out of the conversation now, Giles telling her about patrol and about Dawn and the Scoobies. Of course she wouldn't want to know about me, why would I ever think so? How did I end up so disillusioned? He's lecturing her about patrolling and training while I'm sitting here a complete idiot for even thinking she'd think about me. After all, I did only get a gum wrapper with be back soon as an explanation to her sudden disappearance. How foolish was I to ever think that she could feel anything for me, how incredibly asinine of me. I get up from my seat and grab my duster from the kitchen table, I think I'll just leave, there's no point for me being here, there never was.
"Spike?"
The word drifts through my mind and I can't believe he actually said it, why did he by the way?
"Spike's fine."
I can barely believe that she's asking about me and without thinking I'm across the room trying to pull the phone away from Giles who definitely doesn't seem to want to give it up. We argue for what seems like forever, and even though I could play dirty to get this phone I don't, I don't need my Slayer thinking I'm abusing her friends while I'm away. Finally I pull it from his grasp and he retreats only a few feet sure to intercept if anything inappropriate is said.
"Slayer?"
"Spike?"
She sounds exactly the way I remember her, like the sun and the moon and fire and rain all in one. I can barely stand the distance and in my heart I feel that a part of myself is missing. She's only been gone for half a day and yet it feels like an eternity.
"Yeah, I uh.was just talking to your watcher about the upcoming prophecy."
Good cover idiot, it's not like she'll believe you were just over for a friendly cup of tea at five in the morning. Couldn't you have said something else? Something like we were torturing a band of outlaws in the basement while smoking cartons of cigarettes and sing punk rock. Sure that'd have been better.
"It's so good to hear your voice"
No, she didn't just say she missed me did she? No, she said she was glad to hear your voice, but now she's covering with what time is it? Bad cover luv, should have though something else up. She misses me, I mouth to Giles and he just shakes his head as if we're both crazies. Maybe coming here wasn't such a bad idea after all; that alone could hold me for a couple months. Just hearing that she was glad to talk to me. Wait, should I say something? She completely changed the subject though so it's not as if I can just go back to the afore mentioned words. Maybe I had better just wait until I see her in person. I'm a wreck, god, I'm dying of love. The little voice in my mind pipes up, you're not dying, you're just disabled by love. Oh shut up.
"Quarter to six.what time is it where you are?"
Maybe she won't hear the incredibly obvious clue possibility in that sentence.
"You'd like to know wouldn't you, maybe a nice little clue as to where I am huh?"
Guess not, she knows me too damn well to begin with.
"Yeah thanks for the gum wrapper by the way, real nice of you. Three words really encompassed it all you know? Of all the things you could have possibly written, be back soon was really what I wanted to hear. You couldn't have written I'm in New York, or I'm in Chicago? Something along those lines?"
"Hey, don't blame me, I didn't exactly have hours to write letters to everyone before the flight. Besides, you should feel privileged; you're the only one who got anything. Three words is more than anyone else got."
So maybe I was completely wrong about the gum wrapper showing me as the unfavorable when in fact I am just the opposite. I still don't know where she is but at least she thought enough of me to make sure I had something letting me know; well, not her whereabouts or when she'd be calling but that she'd be sure to "be back soon." I try once again to get some information and once again get nothing just a sarcastic "miss me huh?" God if she only knew how much I do.
It seems that she's arrived at her hotel and that she has so go but I just hate to let her go. Its not like I'll never see her again, and she'll be back within two weeks for sure, but I just hate to hang up when were getting along so well. When she's herself and not pissed at me for something and I'm able to just be me, without putting up any guards. Maybe it's not such a bad time to part anyway, Giles phone is starting to cut out and I hate shouting over static.
"I'll see you when I see you then."
"Yeah," I can barely hear her now. "Spike?"
I'm straining to hear over the static
"Hmm?"
God damn phone, I wander from where I'm standing hoping that I'll get some sort of better reception but it doesn't seem to be getting any better.
"I."
"Buffy, can't.you're break.up.you what?"
"I."
Click.
Author note: I'd like to thank Azrielle for continuing to support my fanfic and also for reviewing again. It's that sort of thing that keeps me writing. Thanks Azrielle and I hope you all enjoy the next chapter. Let me know if you think doing alternate viewpoints is working out or not. Am I repeating too many things? I don't think so but you all may and I want to please the audience you know? -Grace
So maybe I wasn't exactly right when I decided to "camp out" at Giles' apartment. Firstly there's been no word from Buffy and secondly he keeps threatening my imminent demise if I don't let him get some sleep. I find myself being entertained by the BBC at this hour of the morning, which just so happens to be five or somewhere close to it, the show; which I can't exactly recall the name of at the moment isn't really half bad either. It's nice to hear British accents besides the Watchers and my own sometimes.
Not quite sure when it was that I exactly decided I'd bombard Giles, sometime around midnight I think it was when I decided that I couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, and wouldn't able to really kill anything until I knew where my Slayer was. Okay, so I lied a bit, I killed a lot of things on my way here, but it did seem to take me a hell of a lot longer than usual, so I guess that's one in the same. Things definitely are getting a little stressed around here, all these hell demons wandering around all over the place, all these fledgling vampires acting all cocky as if they own the world or soon will. I loathe them.
So I came knocking at the Watchers door at which seemed to be a nice decent hour, well, for a vampire anyway, and since I had a prior invitation he was unable to keep me from setting up surveillance on his couch. Ever since he had passed that miserable excuse for a message on to me earlier on in the cemetery I've just been going crazy. I tried to relax in the crypt but found myself at his door only minutes later raiding his fridge for any blood that may have been left unnoticed. So here I am now, sitting next to him on the couch watching Sea Change, drinking warm blood out of Giles "kiss the librarian" mug which I'm quite thinking of mysteriously walking off with at some point. Still no news from Buffy but I shouldn't be that disappointed, it's not like she said she'd call or anything.
I have to say I wasn't exactly happy about being left out of the loop on this one. I thought things were getting better between Buffy and I and really was disappointed that she felt she had to leave town for awhile without even letting me know where she was headed. Fine, that's just fine, she wants to take me for granted then let her, we'll see who's begging who when the prophecy begins and she needs a certain virtuoso vampire on her side. Maybe I just won't help, what about that, I'll just sit here and drink my blood thinking about all the wonderful ways she'll need to please me before I do a single thing for her. Why should I anyway, I'm a vampire, big bad remember all? I could kill the lot of you with a snap of my fingers. Suddenly the phone rings and I jump up. Yeah, didn't have to be so obvious did I? Didn't have to prove that all my thoughts are complete bull with one little ring did I? The watcher looks at me sadly and I can only guess what he's thinking. No, I don't have to guess, he makes sure I know.
"For god's sake Spike, settle down, it probably isn't even her."
At five forty in the morning who else would it be? And why bloody hell isn't he answering the phone? That's the third ring, she isn't going to let it ring all morning you know? God man, put me out of my misery and answer the bloody phone. He finally picks it up clearing his throat as he does.
"Buffy?"
I'm too far away to hear what is being said on the other end of that phone but I know it's her just by the by the look on his face. Is that relief pasted there on his features? I wish I could hear her voice but I doubt the watcher will let me get that much closer and so I sit patiently hoping for any smidgen of information regarding her whereabouts. Even my keen sense of vampire hearing isn't doing me much good right now, damn.
"Where are you now?" Giles continues as I listen to the one sided conversation. "You're not going to talk business first?"
I wonder exactly what kind of business he's talking about. I wonder why she'd be leaving Sunnyhell at so important of time as this, what could possibly be more important?
"You very well might, but you don't have to Buffy, just change your mind and come back."
So it's not good business then, if the Watcher doesn't want her there she really probably shouldn't be there and alone, not that she can't take care of herself, but, hold on, it's not my job to take care of her. Oh bloody hell yes it is.
"Either it'll happen or it won't Buffy, there's really no gray area here."
Only a little more confused at that comment. It really would help if I could hear what she was saying.
"You have all of the luck I have to give."
And I honestly thought that coming here would put my mind at ease when I knew she was okay? Yeah, that seemed to work out well didn't it? Nothing much of interest coming out of the conversation now, Giles telling her about patrol and about Dawn and the Scoobies. Of course she wouldn't want to know about me, why would I ever think so? How did I end up so disillusioned? He's lecturing her about patrolling and training while I'm sitting here a complete idiot for even thinking she'd think about me. After all, I did only get a gum wrapper with be back soon as an explanation to her sudden disappearance. How foolish was I to ever think that she could feel anything for me, how incredibly asinine of me. I get up from my seat and grab my duster from the kitchen table, I think I'll just leave, there's no point for me being here, there never was.
"Spike?"
The word drifts through my mind and I can't believe he actually said it, why did he by the way?
"Spike's fine."
I can barely believe that she's asking about me and without thinking I'm across the room trying to pull the phone away from Giles who definitely doesn't seem to want to give it up. We argue for what seems like forever, and even though I could play dirty to get this phone I don't, I don't need my Slayer thinking I'm abusing her friends while I'm away. Finally I pull it from his grasp and he retreats only a few feet sure to intercept if anything inappropriate is said.
"Slayer?"
"Spike?"
She sounds exactly the way I remember her, like the sun and the moon and fire and rain all in one. I can barely stand the distance and in my heart I feel that a part of myself is missing. She's only been gone for half a day and yet it feels like an eternity.
"Yeah, I uh.was just talking to your watcher about the upcoming prophecy."
Good cover idiot, it's not like she'll believe you were just over for a friendly cup of tea at five in the morning. Couldn't you have said something else? Something like we were torturing a band of outlaws in the basement while smoking cartons of cigarettes and sing punk rock. Sure that'd have been better.
"It's so good to hear your voice"
No, she didn't just say she missed me did she? No, she said she was glad to hear your voice, but now she's covering with what time is it? Bad cover luv, should have though something else up. She misses me, I mouth to Giles and he just shakes his head as if we're both crazies. Maybe coming here wasn't such a bad idea after all; that alone could hold me for a couple months. Just hearing that she was glad to talk to me. Wait, should I say something? She completely changed the subject though so it's not as if I can just go back to the afore mentioned words. Maybe I had better just wait until I see her in person. I'm a wreck, god, I'm dying of love. The little voice in my mind pipes up, you're not dying, you're just disabled by love. Oh shut up.
"Quarter to six.what time is it where you are?"
Maybe she won't hear the incredibly obvious clue possibility in that sentence.
"You'd like to know wouldn't you, maybe a nice little clue as to where I am huh?"
Guess not, she knows me too damn well to begin with.
"Yeah thanks for the gum wrapper by the way, real nice of you. Three words really encompassed it all you know? Of all the things you could have possibly written, be back soon was really what I wanted to hear. You couldn't have written I'm in New York, or I'm in Chicago? Something along those lines?"
"Hey, don't blame me, I didn't exactly have hours to write letters to everyone before the flight. Besides, you should feel privileged; you're the only one who got anything. Three words is more than anyone else got."
So maybe I was completely wrong about the gum wrapper showing me as the unfavorable when in fact I am just the opposite. I still don't know where she is but at least she thought enough of me to make sure I had something letting me know; well, not her whereabouts or when she'd be calling but that she'd be sure to "be back soon." I try once again to get some information and once again get nothing just a sarcastic "miss me huh?" God if she only knew how much I do.
It seems that she's arrived at her hotel and that she has so go but I just hate to let her go. Its not like I'll never see her again, and she'll be back within two weeks for sure, but I just hate to hang up when were getting along so well. When she's herself and not pissed at me for something and I'm able to just be me, without putting up any guards. Maybe it's not such a bad time to part anyway, Giles phone is starting to cut out and I hate shouting over static.
"I'll see you when I see you then."
"Yeah," I can barely hear her now. "Spike?"
I'm straining to hear over the static
"Hmm?"
God damn phone, I wander from where I'm standing hoping that I'll get some sort of better reception but it doesn't seem to be getting any better.
"I."
"Buffy, can't.you're break.up.you what?"
"I."
Click.