Chapter Ten: I Changed My Name
After their physical intimacy Spike watched as his golden angel fell into a much needed slumber.
It was about nine or so and somebody would need to go and do some patrol, regardless of his state of being he decided he would go in a few minutes or so.
As the bleach-blonde walked down the familiar steps of the Summer's household he noticed the unhappy presence of the brunette, Xander sitting on the beige couch in the living room.
"Spike" his name was said with disdain and confusion.
"Whelp" the vampire nodded to the young man.
"Buffy's upstairs?"
"Yeah, she...uh a bit knackered."
"I'm not caught up in your performance you know."
"What performance?"
"Don't be a fool, Spike. Just because you're playing the role of a good guy doesn't make you one. You're still a killer. You've never once thought about all the people you've killed and felt a pigment of remorse."
"I'm not that man anymore."
"No, you haven't killed anyone... of late. You still have it inside you and it doesn't bother you in the least that you can kill a little kid and not think a thing about it once you've finished, if you're really going to be with Buffy than you can't be pretending you've changed. You have to do it. Either way, I'm going to keep an eye on you."
Then Xander left, wanting to slam the door but left the impulse alone due to his friend's slumber.
Spike had left the house about a half hour after Xander had gone and left a note next to the Slayer's sleeping form, telling her where he'd gone.
Surprisingly enough the whelp had some rather reasonable points.
The platinum blonde didn't care about the many he'd killed. Many of them had husbands, wives, and children. It hadn't mattered. All that mattered was the hunt.
So maybe it was time he'd given up being the Big Bad, Slayer of Slayers. Maybe it was time he became Spike.
He'd gone back to her and found her the way she was when he'd left. She was asleep still on the bed, curled up into a ball; his golden ball of sunshine.
He took her into her arms as Buffy continued sleeping and inhaled the scent of her blond and light brown tresses, vanilla. Spike looked at her and smiled to himself. She looked nothing like the slayer he saw in combat. She was just a girl, one who'd seen more than one ever should.
Buffy snuggled into his embrace and inhaled deeply, her breath tickling his skin.
Oh yeah this was worth more than an eternity.
Spike was no longer Spike: The Slayer of Slayers, now he was just Spike, a vampire in love with the slayer.
He liked that name much better.
A/N: Enchanted once again! Thanks to roswell4ever1 for the review! Reviews are very welcomed.