Summary: Buffy can't tell what's real. All she knows is that Spike is the
only one who doesn't ask anything of her. But in all this chaos a demon
comes to town and it seems to want Spike out of the picture.
~*Chapter 6: Lost Little Girl*~
"What have I done?" Buffy whispered under her breath.
She stood there looking at the door from which Spike left and as much as she wanted to run like hell and tell him she did care...she couldn't. She didn't even know if she cared.
[Buffy Thoughts]Spike just left because of me. How can I tell him I care without him reading into it? I just can't love him. He's everything I was taught is wrong on this earth..but he's the only I've got going for me. He's the one I go to when I'm scared. I don't go to my friends. Whenever something goes wrong it's to him I turn. The thing is do I love him? Do I really love him; William the Bloody?
~*~*~*~
"Bloody Slayer, she thinks that I'm wrapped around her little finger. I'm the Big Bad. I'm the slayer of slayers. But her.no-I thought she was different. No- no she's just like Dru. Bloody Women! Aren't happy unless they're screwing someone over." Spike hollered drunkenly through the cemetery catching very well any undead's attention.
His fingers wrapped tightly around the glass vodka bottle till it shattered, the bloody streaming all over his hands and he laughed at the pain.
"You were right, you bloody chit. This is hell! Oh poor lost little girl, she is. She doesn't fit in anywhere. She's got no one to love. All you have to do is love me back! "
He walked clumsily to a tree trunk and threw himself down to the ground. He sat upright after sometime and had his hands on his knees with the back of his head against the trunk.
He looked at his hand and images of when he saw Buffy's bloody hands covered with injuries from clawing her way out of her soddin' grave. Tears sprang from his eyes and he shook his head.
"Useless buckets of salt. Did you make me weak? Spilling useless buckets of salt over your ending. It's your entire fault. Dru, you shouldn't have left me! None of this would've happened if you just shut your bloody gob."
~*~*~*~
[Buffy Thoughts] He's in my heart. That's all that matters now. I guess I'll go find him.
~*~*~*~
Buffy went to her closet and got out a brown leather coat and put it over her white turtle neck and she raced down the stairs.
It took about two hours to reach the cemetery after intrusions from various vamps and her friends.
She heard the many yells of Spike and felt pangs of guilt over flow her other various emotions.
She couldn't help but feel confused. She knew what she felt for Spike couldn't possibly be love. He didn't even have a soul but despite that he did things that proved he carried emotions other than hate and anger.
~*~*~*~
A dark shadow approached the cemetery, twelve feet from where Spike sat mumbling sorrow filled words.
It punched its fists together and flames burst from the purple skin of its hands.
Horns stood from the top of its head and aside from the flames there's were large talons on the demon's hands and feet.
It strode towards Spike and in Spike's current state he couldn't make out the large dark form walking towards him.
A large flame enforced hand made contact with Spike's face leaving burns across his cheek when the world went black.
~*~*~*~
Tbc.....
~*Next on 'Pain is Love'*~
//Chapter 7: Dangerously In Love//
When Buffy comes to the point where Spike's life is in danger Buffy realizes that even though what's between her and Spike is not perfect it is indeed love.
~*Chapter 6: Lost Little Girl*~
"What have I done?" Buffy whispered under her breath.
She stood there looking at the door from which Spike left and as much as she wanted to run like hell and tell him she did care...she couldn't. She didn't even know if she cared.
[Buffy Thoughts]Spike just left because of me. How can I tell him I care without him reading into it? I just can't love him. He's everything I was taught is wrong on this earth..but he's the only I've got going for me. He's the one I go to when I'm scared. I don't go to my friends. Whenever something goes wrong it's to him I turn. The thing is do I love him? Do I really love him; William the Bloody?
~*~*~*~
"Bloody Slayer, she thinks that I'm wrapped around her little finger. I'm the Big Bad. I'm the slayer of slayers. But her.no-I thought she was different. No- no she's just like Dru. Bloody Women! Aren't happy unless they're screwing someone over." Spike hollered drunkenly through the cemetery catching very well any undead's attention.
His fingers wrapped tightly around the glass vodka bottle till it shattered, the bloody streaming all over his hands and he laughed at the pain.
"You were right, you bloody chit. This is hell! Oh poor lost little girl, she is. She doesn't fit in anywhere. She's got no one to love. All you have to do is love me back! "
He walked clumsily to a tree trunk and threw himself down to the ground. He sat upright after sometime and had his hands on his knees with the back of his head against the trunk.
He looked at his hand and images of when he saw Buffy's bloody hands covered with injuries from clawing her way out of her soddin' grave. Tears sprang from his eyes and he shook his head.
"Useless buckets of salt. Did you make me weak? Spilling useless buckets of salt over your ending. It's your entire fault. Dru, you shouldn't have left me! None of this would've happened if you just shut your bloody gob."
~*~*~*~
[Buffy Thoughts] He's in my heart. That's all that matters now. I guess I'll go find him.
~*~*~*~
Buffy went to her closet and got out a brown leather coat and put it over her white turtle neck and she raced down the stairs.
It took about two hours to reach the cemetery after intrusions from various vamps and her friends.
She heard the many yells of Spike and felt pangs of guilt over flow her other various emotions.
She couldn't help but feel confused. She knew what she felt for Spike couldn't possibly be love. He didn't even have a soul but despite that he did things that proved he carried emotions other than hate and anger.
~*~*~*~
A dark shadow approached the cemetery, twelve feet from where Spike sat mumbling sorrow filled words.
It punched its fists together and flames burst from the purple skin of its hands.
Horns stood from the top of its head and aside from the flames there's were large talons on the demon's hands and feet.
It strode towards Spike and in Spike's current state he couldn't make out the large dark form walking towards him.
A large flame enforced hand made contact with Spike's face leaving burns across his cheek when the world went black.
~*~*~*~
Tbc.....
~*Next on 'Pain is Love'*~
//Chapter 7: Dangerously In Love//
When Buffy comes to the point where Spike's life is in danger Buffy realizes that even though what's between her and Spike is not perfect it is indeed love.