He had dug through all of Xanders clothing, even some of Anya's, and finally found something decent enough that wouldn't make him look like an idiot. He settled on some old dirty jeans and a black t-shirt. The git didn't have any good boots or doc martins so he had to do with what he had, which was a pair of worn-out sneakers. But added with a slicked back hair and the attitude of an 140 plus year old vampire, Spike managed to still keep his cool.
The run to the sewers wasn't bad, and he didn't feel like he was about to flame up at all. Spike wasn't going to take any chances, not as long as Buffy still remained around. The trip to the Summers' house was short and sweet and luckily for him, the back door was unlocked.
Buffy usually took a shower when she got home, but there wasn't any water running. He wondered what time she had left. It must have been when he was still sleeping cause he didn't hear her at all. But thats the way she liked it, she wasn't much for the mornin' pleasantries.
Spike heared the tv on and wandered in. He was dissapointed when he only saw Willow and the niblit. Maybe Buffy wasn't home yet, or maybe she was in her room.
"Xander, hey. Was that you coming throught the back door?" the witch questioned.
"Um, yeah. . .is Buffy here?" Spike asked quickly.
"Yeah, she's up in her room," Dawn replied sharply. "But her door is locked and she doesn't want to talk to anyone." Her voice held that sad, lonely, angered tone of a teenager in her prime.
"Why? Did something happen?"
Willow stood up and motioned for him to follow her into the kitchen. He took a glance back at Dawn before following.
"What's going on?"
Willow looked like she was caught up in her words which only made Spike more uncomfortable. Her face showed signs of concern and worry toward Buffy. Could she have been hurt when they were fooling around last night? He knew her back was pretty sore but she hadn't let on any signs of discomfort when they were in bed.
"I think you might be right," she let out. When he didn't acknowledge her statement she continued on. "I think there might be something going on between Buffy and Spike."
"What? What! W-why would you think that?" Spike demanded, his or well Xanders voice going high and shrilly.
Willow only looked at him in a state of pure confusion. Had he not just the night before begun making accusations about the pair? Normally she would just do a spell to see if there were any mutual feeling between the two, but since she was on a "time-out" she could only speculate along with the others. If she wanted to get back Tara, that was the ionly/i thing she could do.
"From what you said, I thought. . ." she began.
"Right! Yeah um, okay. . . so what makes you agree to my original thought?" he drawled out slowly.
It wasn't exactly a question to Willow as much as it was a question to himself. He coudn't just come out and say to her that 'I'm not the bloody whelp and I'm really Spike and I'm stuck in this body and get me the hell out!' It would be too embarrassing. Plus, Red coudn't work her mojo anymore since she was on leave.
"Well Buffy only home home a little while ago and she seemed. . . off. I-I don't know maybe she just tired, or maybe it was me, but she just gave off this. . . vibe. I mean, haven't you noticed that lately it seems like she's been really quite and alone alot?"
Willow didn't know what was going on inside Buffy's mind but she could just tell that she wasn't the same old Buffster. She was almost acting like she did when she got back, before she told everyone where she was.
But Buffy wasn't the only one giving off weird vibes. The way Xander was dressed and the way he just carried himself left Willow stumped as he climbed the stairs to Buffy's room without another word.
Xander was hungry. He wanted more than anything to pick up a young girl and savor the taste of her fresh blood. And then his stomach churned. He couldn't help thinking these thoughts but everytime he did he was reminded of what a vampire really was. A creature of the night, stalker, predator, bloodsucker. Xander had finally given in and gone to the fridge to get a drink and much to his distain, it tasted great.
Getting Buffy out of his sight was probably the best idea he had in a couple of days. Just looking at her brought a rush of images and thoughts. But the place still reeked of her. He could smell her in the bed, on the rugs, all over. That and cigarette smoke which he disliked, but strangely craved.
Xander had tried leaving, but that ultimately backfired too. He was scorched by the sun and almost caught flame but luckly closed the door just in time. Why the hell Spike would choose a crypt facing East was beyond him.
He was all alone. He couldn't go anywhere, do anything, but he didn't want to be seen in this state. Being trapped in Spike's body. . . he was changing. Changing into a monster. The rage and call of destruction, of the kill was beckoning him. How could Spike resist it? How could anyone?
Xander squated in the corned, hugging his knees and rocked back and forth. Trying to block out everyting around him.
Buffy wouldn't open the door. She wouldn't even respond to his calls. He could only imagine what she was doing in there. Surely she would have heard him by now if she was sleeping, right?
Spike knew he couldn't break down the door, but he had to get in someway. Willow said she wasn't acting right, but then what did she know? She was the one to make Buffy's life so miserable anyway. But if it wasn't for the witch, he would have never known what it felt like to have Buffy in his arms. To feel her underneath him whle she bucked and screamed his name.
He wasn't completely daft. There had been plenty of times when he had been locked out of something he couldn't knock down. The best part of having Dru around? She always had hair accesories. It only took a few minutes to find some bobby pins in the Summers bathroom. And after that, it was just a matter of seconds.
Whe he got inside her room he found her laying on her bed, facing away from him. Spike closed the door and she still didn't move.
"Buffy?"
She didn't respond right away and when she did she chose her words carefully, pronouncing them with a slight edge of annoyance.
"I'm really tired. I had a long night . . . please, just leave me alone."
Spike moved around her room to the other side of the bed, kneeling down in front of her. Her eyes were bloodshot like she had been crying. She looked so tired. . .
"Xander please, just go."
Spike reached out and caressed her cheek with his hand. He tucked a stray hair behind her ear. Buffy sat up, wiping her eyes and let her legs dangle off the bed in front of him.
"Xander. . ."
"Sshh, don't call me that."
She looked slightly confused and he understood that. He wasn't sure about what he was going to do next, if she would realize it was actually him.
"Just close your eyes," he whisped.
Spike laced his hand through her hair as he brought her closer to him. Their lips were so close, he could feel her breath on him. It felt so unnatural to have his body heat rise within. When they finally kissed he didn't hold back. It was powerful and passionate, raw and vigorous. It was exactly like the night they had finally come together in the broken down house.
Buffy was lost. Her mind was swirling as thier tongues engaged in battle. Different sensations flowed over her body making it hum. He would probably sense her arousal. Hell, he could probably smell it. It felt so good to do this, like it was her calling. She was always amazed at how rugged his breathing became when they were together like this, because it wasn't like he had to breathe.
But suddenly something became caught in her minds eye. Hadn't he just insulted her? Why was he. . .oh, god!
Buffy broke the kiss abrubtly and crawled away from him until she was standing on the other side of the bed. Xander! She had just made out with Xander! He was getting married an yet the look on his face was like he enjoyed it. And the whole time they were kissing all she could feel was Spike. iSpike/i felt like that, he iheld/i her like that.
Her face was distraught. Buffy's fingers lightly touched her lips, trying to make sense of what just happened. She looked at him and saw that twinkle in his eye and a smirk on his face. When she finally came to a conclusion, she visibly calmed and looked at him in wonderment.
"Spike?"