"Well here we are." Buffy sighed as she unlocked her apartment.
"Slayer, I've been meaning to ask. Why the downward move to L.A.? I mean you waitressing and living in a rundown apartment. It's just not you. What does Angel think of all this?" Spiked asked.
"He's dead. When Acathla opened I killed him. I killed the love of my life. I was expelled from school. And my mom was so supportive that she kicked me out. So here I am. Now can we please talk about you and Dru, because that sounds a lot more fun for me." Buffy laughed.
"I don't want to talk, where's the alcohol?" Spike shrugged as he headed towards the refrigerator.
"Vodka or Rum?" Buffy asked opening her alcohol cabinet. "It helps me sleep." Buffy defended herself when Spike looked shocked.
"Alcohol solves all problems," Spike agreed as he poured the Vodka.
"I'm going to bed." Buffy sighed hours later. "You can have the couch. Oh and I'll try to be quiet when I leave in the morning. Vampire Hearing."
"Night Buffy,"
"Angel No," Buffy screamed as she woke up and started crying. Not again. Not another night of these horrible nightmares. Suddenly, she felt a presence at the doorway.
"You okay Luv,"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Why do I find that so hard to believe? You said you were having trouble sleeping. Are you having these nightmares often?"
"Try every night. Every night he keeps dieing and I know it's my fault" Buffy cried.
"It'll get better. I promise." Spike said putting his arms around her. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?"
"Of course."