Chapter 2: Denial Much?
Buffy was drifting through the cemetery her thoughts firmly on the ordeal that had recently occurred.
As soon as she had made her decision to help Dawn raise her mother from the grave the Elizabeth part of her practically screamed at her to stop. The Demon told her to continue. The demon lived by the philosophy want, take, have. While the humanity in her knew she couldn't have everything she wanted.
"Go he well be happier when he has his mother with him. Just don't think about what might happen and go do it." Her demon hissed at her.
"Now stop and consider this just for one moment. Even if Joyce does come back it is inconceivable she well be the same as when she left us. There are rules to the universe that we must abide by. Foremost being that when you die on this plane of existence you can come back exactly the same as when you left. It just not possible." Elizabeth lectured her.
"Screw that. You know what they say, rules are meant to be broken. Just because that old-fashioned, uptight, bitch thinks you should take what the goddamn world throws at you doesn't mean you have to. You're a rebel, right. The fucking fight back." The demon ranted.
"Why don't you both just shut the hell up!" Buffy screamed as she clutched at her head with both hands not knowing that the slayer was watching her.
"Is this a private conversation or can anyone join." Spike smirked at her.
"Slayer so nice to see you. Thought you'd be at your house moping about the ditz." Buffy glared at him.
"Well I came to see you. You're putting on quite a show, what with you channeling your inner Angel and all."
Buffy did not know what was going on. He was not acting like someone who just lost their mother. He was acting like he did every other time he was around her. Why wasn't he grieving? Was he in denial? She decided to just play along.
"Oh Blondie bear, take me in a manly fashion you strong male guy you." Buffy said in a high-pitched voice. She was mimicking Spike's ex- girlfirend, Harmony.
"Oh Buffy I love you I really do. I hope you can love me too even though as a vampire I am still boring and stupid." Spike mocked in a low baritone. He was of course referring to her past "boyfriend" Riley.
"Shut up" Buffy said, having run out of witty comebacks.
"Did I strike a nerve? Or maybe you just can't come up with a come comeback. Where is that trademark wit of yours? Give it to me good, Buffy"
Spike was devastated. He couldn't just ignore it, his mother was dead. He had seen Buffy out here in his cemetery and he had just decided to hide the pain. Just decided to go about pushing her buttons as usual. He sincerely hoped she didn't know about his mom. He wanted to believe she didn't but every once in a while he caught her giving him a pitying look when she thought he would not notice.
Buffy couldn't take this anymore. She couldn't keep playing this game. It could not good for the slayer at all.
"I know", she said in a caring voice, dropping her head slightly and looking at the slayer through her eyelashes.
"No you don't you don't know anything. You stupid bitch you know nothing. She's gone you can't understand that. You don't know how I feel, you don't know anything." Spike shouted, collapsing on the ground in tears.
Buffy got on all fours and slowly approached the sobbing slayer.
"Shh" she cooed, "its okay just let it out. Everything is going to be fine, I am here for you." She said trying to sooth the slayer as she sat cross-legged on the ground and pulled his head into her lap.
"I can't do this anymore", the slayer continued to sob, "she's gone and I can't bring her back. I can't take care of Dawn, I can't take care of the house or the bills, and I just can't do anything."
"Lets get you home", Buffy said as she gathered the slayer up in her arms and headed towards 1630 Revello drive. For any passerby's the were quite a sight. A pale, frail looking girl covered from head to toe in leather carrying a much larger and stronger looking male in her arms, cradled as if he were a small child.
When Buffy finally made it to Spike's house, spike had fallen asleep.
"So sweet" she mumbled under her breath as she entered he house and carried him up the stairs. When she finally got to his room she laid him down on the bed.
"Goodnight" she said not realizing he was awake, "I love you".
Buffy was drifting through the cemetery her thoughts firmly on the ordeal that had recently occurred.
As soon as she had made her decision to help Dawn raise her mother from the grave the Elizabeth part of her practically screamed at her to stop. The Demon told her to continue. The demon lived by the philosophy want, take, have. While the humanity in her knew she couldn't have everything she wanted.
"Go he well be happier when he has his mother with him. Just don't think about what might happen and go do it." Her demon hissed at her.
"Now stop and consider this just for one moment. Even if Joyce does come back it is inconceivable she well be the same as when she left us. There are rules to the universe that we must abide by. Foremost being that when you die on this plane of existence you can come back exactly the same as when you left. It just not possible." Elizabeth lectured her.
"Screw that. You know what they say, rules are meant to be broken. Just because that old-fashioned, uptight, bitch thinks you should take what the goddamn world throws at you doesn't mean you have to. You're a rebel, right. The fucking fight back." The demon ranted.
"Why don't you both just shut the hell up!" Buffy screamed as she clutched at her head with both hands not knowing that the slayer was watching her.
"Is this a private conversation or can anyone join." Spike smirked at her.
"Slayer so nice to see you. Thought you'd be at your house moping about the ditz." Buffy glared at him.
"Well I came to see you. You're putting on quite a show, what with you channeling your inner Angel and all."
Buffy did not know what was going on. He was not acting like someone who just lost their mother. He was acting like he did every other time he was around her. Why wasn't he grieving? Was he in denial? She decided to just play along.
"Oh Blondie bear, take me in a manly fashion you strong male guy you." Buffy said in a high-pitched voice. She was mimicking Spike's ex- girlfirend, Harmony.
"Oh Buffy I love you I really do. I hope you can love me too even though as a vampire I am still boring and stupid." Spike mocked in a low baritone. He was of course referring to her past "boyfriend" Riley.
"Shut up" Buffy said, having run out of witty comebacks.
"Did I strike a nerve? Or maybe you just can't come up with a come comeback. Where is that trademark wit of yours? Give it to me good, Buffy"
Spike was devastated. He couldn't just ignore it, his mother was dead. He had seen Buffy out here in his cemetery and he had just decided to hide the pain. Just decided to go about pushing her buttons as usual. He sincerely hoped she didn't know about his mom. He wanted to believe she didn't but every once in a while he caught her giving him a pitying look when she thought he would not notice.
Buffy couldn't take this anymore. She couldn't keep playing this game. It could not good for the slayer at all.
"I know", she said in a caring voice, dropping her head slightly and looking at the slayer through her eyelashes.
"No you don't you don't know anything. You stupid bitch you know nothing. She's gone you can't understand that. You don't know how I feel, you don't know anything." Spike shouted, collapsing on the ground in tears.
Buffy got on all fours and slowly approached the sobbing slayer.
"Shh" she cooed, "its okay just let it out. Everything is going to be fine, I am here for you." She said trying to sooth the slayer as she sat cross-legged on the ground and pulled his head into her lap.
"I can't do this anymore", the slayer continued to sob, "she's gone and I can't bring her back. I can't take care of Dawn, I can't take care of the house or the bills, and I just can't do anything."
"Lets get you home", Buffy said as she gathered the slayer up in her arms and headed towards 1630 Revello drive. For any passerby's the were quite a sight. A pale, frail looking girl covered from head to toe in leather carrying a much larger and stronger looking male in her arms, cradled as if he were a small child.
When Buffy finally made it to Spike's house, spike had fallen asleep.
"So sweet" she mumbled under her breath as she entered he house and carried him up the stairs. When she finally got to his room she laid him down on the bed.
"Goodnight" she said not realizing he was awake, "I love you".