A/N:Hey all, were you all shocked Xander was the bad guy, well that's what i was going for. Hope you all are enjoying the story. Keep Reviewing

Chapter 8: A Truthful Lesson Part 2

Buffy looked on in horror at her ex as he prepared to spill her
biggest secret, the one thing that she wanted Spike to hear about only from her.She couldn't stop Xander from telling Spike, no matter how much she wanted to, there just wasn't any way. So she looked on at the scene in front of her, waiting for the onslaught of words and the reaction of the man she was rapidly falling more and more in love with as the days passed.

Spike, was looking at the other man confused, he had no idea who he
was or what he wanted with Buffy, but he had a funny feeling he was
about to find out.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Spike demanded.

"Xander, please don't do this," Buffy begged from she was standing
just behind Spike. Xander just looked at her coldly. A sick and
menacing smile playing on his lips

"Don't do what Buff, tell Captain Peroxide here the truth about his
precious Buffy." he commented snidely.

"Listen up you soddin' Ponce, you had better tell me what the hell
this is all about or I swear I will hurt you." Spike threatened.

Xander only laughed and began to walk closer to the other two
occupants of the room.

"Oh, I'll tell you what this is all about," Xander said "this is
about your precious Buffy being a lying little bitch."

"Hey now you better..," he was cut off when Xander started talking
again, while Buffy could be heard sobbing behind him.

"Buffy here isn't a volunteer. She's a patient. That's right you
idiot. Your little Buffy is crazy, a nut job just like everyone else
on this ward. Sure they call it depression and an eating disorder,
but it all means the same thing. She's crazy, that's all it is when
all is said and done." the man finished, a look of sick pleasure on
his face. Clearly enjoying what this was doing to Buffy.

Buffy looked terrified and ashamed and a whole range of different
emotions, but when she saw the hurt look on Spike's face one emotion over rode all others. Anger. And she let it fly as she began to scream

"And who's fucking fault is that?" she asked "Who is the reason I'm
here, who's the person who made me that in the first place?" she
answered the question for him when she saw that he was obviously not affected by her words, "It's your fault Xander. For two and a half
years, you beat me up, you put me down every chance you got. I was
always being told how ugly, and stupid and worthless I was. You raped me and called me fat and made my life hell for two and a half fucking years. I was just a toy, because I was too afraid to leave. This was my only escape..." she paused for a moment as a tear rolled down her face and her voice was softer when she began to speak again.

"I hardly ate a thing for a year because of the things you said and
did to me. It was the only way to escape. I wanted to die, because if
I was dead I could be free. But then I left and I came here and I'm
getting better and I was free from you. Why couldn't you stay away."
she fell to the floor in a heap, crying in sobs. Spike was still
looking on, unsure of how to react, it was hard to take it all in.

Buffy looked up when she saw a shadow looming over her, but she did not see the face she wanted to see. Xander kneeled down and in a low threatening voice spoke.

"I'll never stay away. Buff, you can't escape me. I own you. I will
make your life hell, and trust me I'll have fun doing it. And by the
time I'm done, you'll beg me to take you back because even that will
be better than what I'll be putting you through. Get used to it
Buffy, you're mine." he stroked a hand down her cheek as he spoke
increasing how threatened, afraid and uncomfortable she felt.

Suddenly Spike came back to reality and jumped into action dragging
Xander off Buffy and throwing him against the wall.

"Listen up you bastard, you get the hell out of here. I see you here
again..." his voice had a dangerous edge to it "if I see you here
again, or anywhere near Buffy, well let's just say I can make threats
too, and I don't mind carrying them out. Now fuck off." he snarled as
he let go of him and stepped away. Xander just straightened up his
clothes and smirked at the two before walking out the door.

Buffy was still on a heap on the floor when she felt herself being
lifted up and carried to the bed. She looked up into the blue eyes
she loved so much and saw the hurt and confusion which lay within
them. She tried to explain to him.

"Spike, I was going to tell you but..."

"Buffy don't," he cut in "I can't do this now. I need to think, I
need some time." he told her. She didn't try to say anything, she
understood his need for time, so she nodded her head and watched as
he walked out.

Neither of the two slept well that night. Spike had tossed and turned
all night, still unable to get his head around everything. Buffy had
not been much different after a while she had given up on sleep and
read a book, right through until the sun came up and she was
exhausted and eventually fell into a restless sleep. Spike sat at his
computer trying to focus on his work but it wasn't going too well.
The previous day was still playing on his mind. The words the other
man had said had been running constantly through his head and nothing he could do would make them go away. About one o'clock in the afternoon he switched off his computer and left his home. He needed to clear his head.

Buffy was sitting alone in her room when a knock disrupted her, she
saw Anya come in the door, smile on her face.

"Hey Buffy, how's things with Mr. Handsome." Buffy's face fell at the question, she had been trying hard to take her mind off it, and
although it hadn't been working terribly well, being reminded of it
made her worse. Anya could tell by the look on her face that
something had happened.

"You didn't tell him did you?"

"No," she admitted "but..." she said before the outspoken blonde
could say anything "he knows."

"How can he know if you didn't tell him?"

"I told you my story right. Well, Xander showed up yesterday, Spike
said he would get security because he assaulted a member of staff.
Xander told him the truth, and then I kind of had an outburst." he
words were given like a report, no real emotion carried in them. She
thought maybe if she didn't give the words emotion then she wouldn't
have to feel them at all. But that really wasn't the case.

"Oh Buffy, what did Spike do?"

"Nothing, he said he needed time. And I understand that. It's a lot
to take in."

"Yeah, it is. But if he's as cool as he seems, he'll be back and
he'll come back." she said, her words never got much farther as there
was a knock on the door.

Spike walked around Sunnydale's streets for about three hours, not
paying attention to anything. He went in and out of a few shops,
anything so that his mind was elsewhere. But it always ended up back
at square one, however in the last hour things started to clear up a
bit, as he noticed that there was only one other thing that came to
his mind as often as what he had learned the day before. So he got in
his car and headed to where he needed to be.

Buffy was surprised at the sound of the door. She wasn't expecting
anyone, she had already seen the doctor that day so she didn't know
who it could be.

"Come in." she called out somewhat uncertainly, part of her afraid
that it was Xander again. However she had a pleasant shock when she
saw the face at the door.

"Dawnie." she squealed.

"Buff." the younger girl squealed in the same manner.

"Oh my god, Dawn what are you doing here?" she gasped taking in the image of her little sister. The girl was 17 years old and much taller
than Buffy, she had long Brown hair and big blue eyes and a much
lankier frame than Buffy, but she was an extremely pretty girl. There
was some family resemblance, the same big eyes, although different
colours, the same bright, warm smile.

"Mom, sent me down for a few days during spring break." she informed her sister.

"Oh that is so great. Oh Dawnie, this is my friend Anya." she
indicated the other blonde who quickly stood up.

"Hello, Buffy has told me a lot about you. It's nice to meet you.
I'll go and let you two talk, but don't mind her if she's cranky
she's having problems with her orgasm friend." she told her easily as
she walked towards the door. Buffy looked embarrassed while Dawn
looked amused. When the door closed and the two girls were sat
comfortably on the bed Dawn asked.

"So, what's all this about an orgasm friend."

Spike walked down the corridor of the hospital, he decided that
before he did what he had come to do he would look on in Drusilla.
When he opened the door he found her fast asleep, not wishing to
disturb her he quietly crossed the room and kissed her forehead,
before equally as quietly turning and leaving again. He walked to
Buffy's room and stood outside the door, trying to gear himself up to
talk to her. He could hear soft voices coming from outside but he
couldn't put this off, or he may never do what he had come to do. So
knocked softly on the door before turning the handle. When he opened
the door he saw her talking to a pretty brunette, when she looked
over to see who had come in he gave her a small and shy smile.

"Hi Buffy."

Buffy turned when someone entered her room and next to her sister,
she didn't think she had ever been so happy to see a person. She
could see the apprehension on his features and returned his soft
smile when he greeted her.

"Hi Spike." she greeted softly.

"Sorry to interrupt," he apologised "it's just I think we need to
talk."

"Yeah you're right," she agreed "Spike this is my sister Dawn. Dawnie this is Spike."

"Hey Spike." the younger Summers smiled. She leaned over and
whispered in Buffy's ear "He's hot."

She giggled before standing up.

"I'll let you two talk this over. I'll see you later, I'll wait
outside for now. Spike could I talk to you for a moment." she
requested.

Spike nodded and followed her out.

"Look, I know that this really isn't my business, the relationship
part anyway but Spike she's sorry. She would have told you, I believe
her when she says that. She was just afraid of your reaction. Just
give her a chance, because she really cares about you." she said.

"I'll listen to what she has to say. It's good that you care." He
replied.

"She's my sister. I want her better and happy, and from what I see
you would be the solution to both." was her simple remark before
walking away from him. He watched her for a moment before going back into the room, and crossing until he was stood in front of her bed.

"I think it's time we talk."