Disclaimer: Yes...Joss Whedon owns all of the characters except the ones that
you have never heard of because I created them...I wonder if Joss has ever
heard of a thing called 'sharing'...
Summary: ((Warning: Total Spuffiness!!! Everyone is human too...oh yeah, the story isn't as lame as the summary...seriously)) Starts off with everyone as young teenagers. Glory and Buffy are step sisters, and Angel is the stepbrother....blah, blah, blah ((Sorry it's too juicy to give away)) And Buffy is hit by a car, loses all of her memory...including all recollection of her love...Spike...this is a really vague summary.
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Everyone stood up as the principal walked up to the podium. He looked over the mass of blue and gray, and began to speak, "A few weeks ago, the school participated in a state-wide painting contest. And I am glad to say that the winner is from our school. A large number of you participated, but unfortunately only one could win...Angel could you please come up?" The whole school burst into applause, even Buffy, she couldn't help but be proud of him. Glory glanced sideways at Buffy, and smirked.
Angel walked up to the podium, shook hands with the principals and judges, and holding up his glass trophy, and certificate began to speak, "I just want to thank one person for believing in me when no one else did. Thanks a million Buffy." He pointed at her, and winked. All happiness that she had felt for him disappeared as she looked away in disgust.
** AT HOME **
"You have to show your mom Angel." Buffy repeated for about the millionth time.
"NO, she doesn't care about me and my accomplishments." he snapped back.
"Fine, if you won't tell her, then I'll tell her..." Buffy grabbed the award, and the trophy, and was about to go out onto the patio where Darla was reading her script for the soap opera she was in.
Angel grabbed her arm, and took his award, and trophy from her, "I'll do it myself." he growled as he went outside. He placed the trophy and the award on the glass table where Darla was painting her toenails at the same time. "I won an award for best painter in the state."
Darla's hand had wavered, causing her to paint a speck on her toe, not the nail. She looked up at him, "Hmph." she said in reply as she carefully wiped the speck of nail polish off her toe.
Holding in tears, Angel stalked off. Buffy walked the opposite way, "Look Darla...Angel is the best painter in the state! Aren't you proud?" she asked as she presented the trophy and award to her again. Angel watched.
Darla snapped. She jumped up, "YES I'M PROUD. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO H EAR? HUH? HUH? WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?!?!?!" she shrilly screamed. She made a move to hit Buffy, but Angel intervened.
"Leave her alone." he said. Darla considered hitting him, but no...he was almost full-grown now...he would fight back. Fuming Darla sat back down, and began to dramatically recite her lines again.
"Sorry." Buffy said sympathetically. "How about we go to the amusement park to celebrate?" she asked.
Angel looked at her and sighed. "Sure." he replied, rather dejectedly.
** AT THE AMUSEMENT PARK **
Buffy screamed loudly as the roller coaster dropped down 50 ft before going straight up. Angel glanced at her, and smiled widely...she was so beautiful...so gorgeous. After a couple more 'adrenaline-rush' rides, Buffy pulled him over to the grand, and elegant Merry-Go-Round in the middle of the place. "I'm not going on that." Angel told her.
Buffy smiled, "I'd hope that." She then ran over, and chose the prettiest horse of all. A pure white horse with the most gorgeous flowers entwined into its mane and tail, and a saddle of silver. Angel waved to her, she smiled back, but didn't wave...she couldn't; she only waved to Spike. Spike used to bring her here all the time, after closing hours, and watch her ride on the very horse she was on. They would wave to each other the whole time...just them two, time would stop, and they would see no one else but each other.
* SIX YEARS LATER *
Angel waved to Buffy as she went around on the merry-go-round. She was now 20, and he was 22, and you'd think that she would realize that she had outgrown the merry-go-round...but no, she always rode that one, often more than five times, and ALWAYS the same horse. Buffy got off when the ride stopped. Angel smiled at her, and she smiled back at him. He pulled her over to a picture booth, and chose a border of dark blue. Just as the screen said three, she kissed her on the cheek. Buffy's eyes widened in horror and shock, and the camera flashed. The picture printed out, and Buffy refused to look at him...how dare he.
Angel was chuckling, and came out of booth, and looked at the picture. There he was, kissing the girl of her dreams, who had a look of shock and disgust. He felt hot tears pricking his eyes, but blinked them back, and shoved the picture into the pocket of his jacke, and he still wore the scarf that Buffy had made him six years ago. ** AT HOME **
Buffy was in her room packing for she had gotten an internship in another city, and was leaving the day after tomorrow. Angel walked in, "Buffy, do you really have to go?" he asked, sadly, and rather childishly to Buffy.
Buffy rolled her eyes at him, "Yes, I HAVE to go." she replied as she continued packing her clothes.
Angel sighed, "I'm going to the movies. Will you please come?" he begged.
Buffy shook her head, "Sorry Angel, I just don't feel like going out tonight...I'm kind of tired, and I have a lot to pack."
"Oh come on Buffy...you're not leaving tomorrow, you have plenty of time."
Buffy shook her head defiantly, "Sorry Angel, I'm not going."
Angel stood up, and walked out of the room, "I'm going, and the movie starts at 8:00pm...see you there...by the way, I'll be waiting."
Buffy sighed, poor kid, his skull was way too thick.
Angel stood outside the cinema, a large bouquet of roses wrapped in shimmery pink paper in his hands. He looked at the clock, it was 8:00. "She'll come...I know she will." he told himself.
((A/N: I was considering stopping here since I've already given you guys a chappie, but it's not a good enough cliffhanger for me!!!))
Buffy glanced at the clock, it was 8:10pm now, she hoped the Angel wouldn't stay out for two long. She turned back to her opened suitcases, and looked at the dresser. There was a picture of her and Spike on it from when they were about 12. Their faces were globbed with sand, but they were smiling, and having the best times of their lives. She touched the glass above Spike's face...how she missed him. She sighed, he'd probably forgotten her by now.
Angel sat on the sidewalk. He looked at his clock, it was 9:30pm. Sadly he stood up, and began to walk back home. He sat by the gate outside, he felt like someone had torn his heart out. He just wanted to die...just then Glory drove up in her new BMW convertible She stepped out of the car. "What're you doing?" she asked as she paused to powder her nose. Angel didn't reply. Glory spotted the roses. "You're denser than I thought Angel...how many times must I remind you? You're her stepbrother."
Angel looked up, and glared at her with hatred for reminding him. Sniffing, Glory opened the gate, "You coming?" Angel nodded, and followed his younger sister inside. Buffy heard them come in. Glory came into the room, and put down the shopping bags. Angel followed, but stopped at the doorway. "You didn't come." he said simply. He turned away, and walked down to his room.
By the time Buffy looked up, he had gone. Glory smirked, "Feel kind of bad for him..." she said to Buffy. Buffy sighed, and stood up. She walked to his room. Opening the door she spoke, "Angel? I'm sorry, I told you I wasn't coming." she said. Glory stood behind her.
"So?" Angel asked bitterly.
Buffy and Glory stepped into the room. "Really, I am sorry." she repeated.
Angel walked over to her, and looked at Buffy, eyes full of flaming want and desire. "I can't take this anymore..." he said haltingly. He grabbed Buffy, and began to kiss her.
Buffy tried to cover her face, and push him away. "STOP IT!!!" she screamed.
Angel kissed her with a mad and hungry passion.
Glory watched in disgust. She began to pound on Angel's back, "LET HER GO!!" she yelled. It wasn't that she was doing it out of kindness, it was more like out of disgust.
Angel let go of Buffy who ran out of the room. He sat on his bed, and hung his head in shame. Glory slapped him, "You DISGUST ME." she bellowed.
Glory walked out of the room too, as she entered their bedroom the phone rang. Sighing, Buffy picked it up. "Hello?"
"Buffy?"
"Spike?!"
"Hey Buff, I'm home." Came the voice.
Buffy and Glory's eyes widened at the same time. Buffy at hearing he was home, and Glory at hearing that it was Spike.
"Y-you are?"
Spike laughed, "Yes luv, I'm home now...come pick me up at the airport will ya? I've been dieing to see how much more gorgeous you've gotten it."
Buffy nodded, and slammed the phone down. She was ready to run out of the room, but Glory stood in her way. "You're NOT going ANYWHERE." she said.
"Glory, please." Buffy pleaded.
Glory shook her head, her eyes filled with a slightly crazed look, "No, if ANYONE is going to pick him up, it's going to be me." Glory walked toward Buffy who kept walking backwards. Glory stopped at the dresser, and looked down at the picture of Buffy and HER William...the perfect couple eh? She grabbed it, and despite Buffy's pleas, and cries she threw it to the ground, glass flying everywhere. Buffy knelt down, and retrieved the picture from the broken frame. That picture and the necklace she wore meant more to her in the world than anything. Buffy tried to leave again, but they ended up fighing...again.
Angel rushed in, and saw Glory hitting Buffy who was merely trying to get away so she could see Spike again. He pulled the thrashing Glory off of her. Without another look or word Buffy dashed out of the room. She slammed the door behind her, and was running down the driveway. Glory kneed Angel in the groin, and ran after her. She leaped onto Buffy's back and brought her down. They began fighting again. She slashed at Buffy, and broke her silver necklace. Buffy let out a gasp...the diamond heart flew just a little ways from her. She began to crawl toward it, but Glory wouldn't let her.
Angel sucked up the pain, and ran out too. He pulled Glory off of Buffy again. "ANGEL?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!" she demanded as Buffy grabbed the diamond heart, and the broken silver chain and began running again with the picture in her other hand.
She ran out the gate, and continued running...she was good at running. Glory shoved Angel off, and ran to her car. Angel kept grabbing her, holding her back until he remembered that Buffy was going to see Spike. Glory smacked him, and cursing ran to her car again. Angel took off running after Buffy.
Buffy caught a cab, and begged the driver to go fast. Nodding, they took off. Glory herself was stepping on the gas, and without knowing was a mere couple cars behind Buffy.
Buffy stepped out of the cab, and looked around. Spike stood leaning against the cement railing of the overhead sidewalk that looked out over the road below. He spotted a familiar head of the silkiest, and shiniest blonde hair, "BUFFY!" he yelled as soon as he realized who it was. Buffy whirled around, and looked up at the overhead.
"SPIKE!" she yelled back in equal enthusiasm.
They looked into each other's eyes. His piercing blue boring into her emerald green. The love that each weren't sure still existed from other was justified. At the same exact time, they took off running. Buffy began to run across the street with all her might, and Spike running towards the door of the airport that had led him out to the overpasss.
Glory's eyes darted around, searching for Buffy. She spotted the familiar blonde girl running right in front of her. Glory stepped down on the gas, and closed her eyes. She opened her eyes when she felt her car hit something. She opened her eyes, and screamed. Her windshield was covered in blood...Buffy's blood. She ran out of the car, and screamed again. Buffy's bloodied, and mangled body lay on the engine of her car. Not caring if she dirtied her brand new white felt coat, and new cream colored ruffle shirt. She dragged Buffy's unmoving body off, and put her in the back. She looked around. There were two cars in the opposite lane that had crashed into each other, their engines steaming...because of her. She peered inside, both drivers seemed to be unconscious. In horror she ran back to her car. Her face, neck, hands, and clothes were streaked with Buffy's blood. She saw her windshield, and began to rub at the blood furiously.
It wouldn't come off though. Jumping into her car she drove away with a almost lifeless Buffy in the back. Spike ran out of the doors of the airport, and out into the street where he last saw Buffy. He was surprised to see a car crash by him. Just then his body guards ran out after him. He looked down at the ground in horror. There was blood splattered everywhere...and the picture...the picture of him and Buffy at the beach when they were twelve. He fell to his knees, and grabbed the picture. He wiped the blood off of it. No...this couldn't be true...his love couldn't be dead..no....no. "NNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!" he screamed out in anguish into the dark of night. The cops and the ambulance pulled up, and began helping the other victims.
Angel ran up, and saw Spike on the ground, holding the bloodied picture. Then it struck him...Glory had something to do with this. He took off running back to the house. Spike began to beat at the ground, "NOOO!" he screamed again, tears streaming down his face, "WHY BUFFY? WHYYY???" He traced his fingers over Buffy's face in the picture. He had waited six years to be reunited with his one and only...and she was taken away from him...so fast. He refused to believe that she was dead. He closed his eyes, and remembered the few and brief minutes in which he had seen her. Her silky hair, gorgeous green eyes, her breathtaking smile, and the sound of her laughter. What had he done to deserve this? God knew that he would easily have given up everything, and anything for Buffy...so why? His right hand man, and bodyguard, Riley walked up at placed a hand on Spike's shoulder. Spike looked up at him, and passed out.
((A/N: Hehehe...I wonder if that was a good enough cliffhanger...okay, so it isn't that great of a cliffhanger, but hey...who cares? All I care is that you readers review!!! And, tell me now, honestly, how many of you expected that Glory would be the one to hit Buffy? What happens next? Will Spike and Buffy get back together??? I can't tell you...and I won't unless you review!!!))
Summary: ((Warning: Total Spuffiness!!! Everyone is human too...oh yeah, the story isn't as lame as the summary...seriously)) Starts off with everyone as young teenagers. Glory and Buffy are step sisters, and Angel is the stepbrother....blah, blah, blah ((Sorry it's too juicy to give away)) And Buffy is hit by a car, loses all of her memory...including all recollection of her love...Spike...this is a really vague summary.
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Everyone stood up as the principal walked up to the podium. He looked over the mass of blue and gray, and began to speak, "A few weeks ago, the school participated in a state-wide painting contest. And I am glad to say that the winner is from our school. A large number of you participated, but unfortunately only one could win...Angel could you please come up?" The whole school burst into applause, even Buffy, she couldn't help but be proud of him. Glory glanced sideways at Buffy, and smirked.
Angel walked up to the podium, shook hands with the principals and judges, and holding up his glass trophy, and certificate began to speak, "I just want to thank one person for believing in me when no one else did. Thanks a million Buffy." He pointed at her, and winked. All happiness that she had felt for him disappeared as she looked away in disgust.
** AT HOME **
"You have to show your mom Angel." Buffy repeated for about the millionth time.
"NO, she doesn't care about me and my accomplishments." he snapped back.
"Fine, if you won't tell her, then I'll tell her..." Buffy grabbed the award, and the trophy, and was about to go out onto the patio where Darla was reading her script for the soap opera she was in.
Angel grabbed her arm, and took his award, and trophy from her, "I'll do it myself." he growled as he went outside. He placed the trophy and the award on the glass table where Darla was painting her toenails at the same time. "I won an award for best painter in the state."
Darla's hand had wavered, causing her to paint a speck on her toe, not the nail. She looked up at him, "Hmph." she said in reply as she carefully wiped the speck of nail polish off her toe.
Holding in tears, Angel stalked off. Buffy walked the opposite way, "Look Darla...Angel is the best painter in the state! Aren't you proud?" she asked as she presented the trophy and award to her again. Angel watched.
Darla snapped. She jumped up, "YES I'M PROUD. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO H EAR? HUH? HUH? WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?!?!?!" she shrilly screamed. She made a move to hit Buffy, but Angel intervened.
"Leave her alone." he said. Darla considered hitting him, but no...he was almost full-grown now...he would fight back. Fuming Darla sat back down, and began to dramatically recite her lines again.
"Sorry." Buffy said sympathetically. "How about we go to the amusement park to celebrate?" she asked.
Angel looked at her and sighed. "Sure." he replied, rather dejectedly.
** AT THE AMUSEMENT PARK **
Buffy screamed loudly as the roller coaster dropped down 50 ft before going straight up. Angel glanced at her, and smiled widely...she was so beautiful...so gorgeous. After a couple more 'adrenaline-rush' rides, Buffy pulled him over to the grand, and elegant Merry-Go-Round in the middle of the place. "I'm not going on that." Angel told her.
Buffy smiled, "I'd hope that." She then ran over, and chose the prettiest horse of all. A pure white horse with the most gorgeous flowers entwined into its mane and tail, and a saddle of silver. Angel waved to her, she smiled back, but didn't wave...she couldn't; she only waved to Spike. Spike used to bring her here all the time, after closing hours, and watch her ride on the very horse she was on. They would wave to each other the whole time...just them two, time would stop, and they would see no one else but each other.
* SIX YEARS LATER *
Angel waved to Buffy as she went around on the merry-go-round. She was now 20, and he was 22, and you'd think that she would realize that she had outgrown the merry-go-round...but no, she always rode that one, often more than five times, and ALWAYS the same horse. Buffy got off when the ride stopped. Angel smiled at her, and she smiled back at him. He pulled her over to a picture booth, and chose a border of dark blue. Just as the screen said three, she kissed her on the cheek. Buffy's eyes widened in horror and shock, and the camera flashed. The picture printed out, and Buffy refused to look at him...how dare he.
Angel was chuckling, and came out of booth, and looked at the picture. There he was, kissing the girl of her dreams, who had a look of shock and disgust. He felt hot tears pricking his eyes, but blinked them back, and shoved the picture into the pocket of his jacke, and he still wore the scarf that Buffy had made him six years ago. ** AT HOME **
Buffy was in her room packing for she had gotten an internship in another city, and was leaving the day after tomorrow. Angel walked in, "Buffy, do you really have to go?" he asked, sadly, and rather childishly to Buffy.
Buffy rolled her eyes at him, "Yes, I HAVE to go." she replied as she continued packing her clothes.
Angel sighed, "I'm going to the movies. Will you please come?" he begged.
Buffy shook her head, "Sorry Angel, I just don't feel like going out tonight...I'm kind of tired, and I have a lot to pack."
"Oh come on Buffy...you're not leaving tomorrow, you have plenty of time."
Buffy shook her head defiantly, "Sorry Angel, I'm not going."
Angel stood up, and walked out of the room, "I'm going, and the movie starts at 8:00pm...see you there...by the way, I'll be waiting."
Buffy sighed, poor kid, his skull was way too thick.
Angel stood outside the cinema, a large bouquet of roses wrapped in shimmery pink paper in his hands. He looked at the clock, it was 8:00. "She'll come...I know she will." he told himself.
((A/N: I was considering stopping here since I've already given you guys a chappie, but it's not a good enough cliffhanger for me!!!))
Buffy glanced at the clock, it was 8:10pm now, she hoped the Angel wouldn't stay out for two long. She turned back to her opened suitcases, and looked at the dresser. There was a picture of her and Spike on it from when they were about 12. Their faces were globbed with sand, but they were smiling, and having the best times of their lives. She touched the glass above Spike's face...how she missed him. She sighed, he'd probably forgotten her by now.
Angel sat on the sidewalk. He looked at his clock, it was 9:30pm. Sadly he stood up, and began to walk back home. He sat by the gate outside, he felt like someone had torn his heart out. He just wanted to die...just then Glory drove up in her new BMW convertible She stepped out of the car. "What're you doing?" she asked as she paused to powder her nose. Angel didn't reply. Glory spotted the roses. "You're denser than I thought Angel...how many times must I remind you? You're her stepbrother."
Angel looked up, and glared at her with hatred for reminding him. Sniffing, Glory opened the gate, "You coming?" Angel nodded, and followed his younger sister inside. Buffy heard them come in. Glory came into the room, and put down the shopping bags. Angel followed, but stopped at the doorway. "You didn't come." he said simply. He turned away, and walked down to his room.
By the time Buffy looked up, he had gone. Glory smirked, "Feel kind of bad for him..." she said to Buffy. Buffy sighed, and stood up. She walked to his room. Opening the door she spoke, "Angel? I'm sorry, I told you I wasn't coming." she said. Glory stood behind her.
"So?" Angel asked bitterly.
Buffy and Glory stepped into the room. "Really, I am sorry." she repeated.
Angel walked over to her, and looked at Buffy, eyes full of flaming want and desire. "I can't take this anymore..." he said haltingly. He grabbed Buffy, and began to kiss her.
Buffy tried to cover her face, and push him away. "STOP IT!!!" she screamed.
Angel kissed her with a mad and hungry passion.
Glory watched in disgust. She began to pound on Angel's back, "LET HER GO!!" she yelled. It wasn't that she was doing it out of kindness, it was more like out of disgust.
Angel let go of Buffy who ran out of the room. He sat on his bed, and hung his head in shame. Glory slapped him, "You DISGUST ME." she bellowed.
Glory walked out of the room too, as she entered their bedroom the phone rang. Sighing, Buffy picked it up. "Hello?"
"Buffy?"
"Spike?!"
"Hey Buff, I'm home." Came the voice.
Buffy and Glory's eyes widened at the same time. Buffy at hearing he was home, and Glory at hearing that it was Spike.
"Y-you are?"
Spike laughed, "Yes luv, I'm home now...come pick me up at the airport will ya? I've been dieing to see how much more gorgeous you've gotten it."
Buffy nodded, and slammed the phone down. She was ready to run out of the room, but Glory stood in her way. "You're NOT going ANYWHERE." she said.
"Glory, please." Buffy pleaded.
Glory shook her head, her eyes filled with a slightly crazed look, "No, if ANYONE is going to pick him up, it's going to be me." Glory walked toward Buffy who kept walking backwards. Glory stopped at the dresser, and looked down at the picture of Buffy and HER William...the perfect couple eh? She grabbed it, and despite Buffy's pleas, and cries she threw it to the ground, glass flying everywhere. Buffy knelt down, and retrieved the picture from the broken frame. That picture and the necklace she wore meant more to her in the world than anything. Buffy tried to leave again, but they ended up fighing...again.
Angel rushed in, and saw Glory hitting Buffy who was merely trying to get away so she could see Spike again. He pulled the thrashing Glory off of her. Without another look or word Buffy dashed out of the room. She slammed the door behind her, and was running down the driveway. Glory kneed Angel in the groin, and ran after her. She leaped onto Buffy's back and brought her down. They began fighting again. She slashed at Buffy, and broke her silver necklace. Buffy let out a gasp...the diamond heart flew just a little ways from her. She began to crawl toward it, but Glory wouldn't let her.
Angel sucked up the pain, and ran out too. He pulled Glory off of Buffy again. "ANGEL?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!" she demanded as Buffy grabbed the diamond heart, and the broken silver chain and began running again with the picture in her other hand.
She ran out the gate, and continued running...she was good at running. Glory shoved Angel off, and ran to her car. Angel kept grabbing her, holding her back until he remembered that Buffy was going to see Spike. Glory smacked him, and cursing ran to her car again. Angel took off running after Buffy.
Buffy caught a cab, and begged the driver to go fast. Nodding, they took off. Glory herself was stepping on the gas, and without knowing was a mere couple cars behind Buffy.
Buffy stepped out of the cab, and looked around. Spike stood leaning against the cement railing of the overhead sidewalk that looked out over the road below. He spotted a familiar head of the silkiest, and shiniest blonde hair, "BUFFY!" he yelled as soon as he realized who it was. Buffy whirled around, and looked up at the overhead.
"SPIKE!" she yelled back in equal enthusiasm.
They looked into each other's eyes. His piercing blue boring into her emerald green. The love that each weren't sure still existed from other was justified. At the same exact time, they took off running. Buffy began to run across the street with all her might, and Spike running towards the door of the airport that had led him out to the overpasss.
Glory's eyes darted around, searching for Buffy. She spotted the familiar blonde girl running right in front of her. Glory stepped down on the gas, and closed her eyes. She opened her eyes when she felt her car hit something. She opened her eyes, and screamed. Her windshield was covered in blood...Buffy's blood. She ran out of the car, and screamed again. Buffy's bloodied, and mangled body lay on the engine of her car. Not caring if she dirtied her brand new white felt coat, and new cream colored ruffle shirt. She dragged Buffy's unmoving body off, and put her in the back. She looked around. There were two cars in the opposite lane that had crashed into each other, their engines steaming...because of her. She peered inside, both drivers seemed to be unconscious. In horror she ran back to her car. Her face, neck, hands, and clothes were streaked with Buffy's blood. She saw her windshield, and began to rub at the blood furiously.
It wouldn't come off though. Jumping into her car she drove away with a almost lifeless Buffy in the back. Spike ran out of the doors of the airport, and out into the street where he last saw Buffy. He was surprised to see a car crash by him. Just then his body guards ran out after him. He looked down at the ground in horror. There was blood splattered everywhere...and the picture...the picture of him and Buffy at the beach when they were twelve. He fell to his knees, and grabbed the picture. He wiped the blood off of it. No...this couldn't be true...his love couldn't be dead..no....no. "NNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!" he screamed out in anguish into the dark of night. The cops and the ambulance pulled up, and began helping the other victims.
Angel ran up, and saw Spike on the ground, holding the bloodied picture. Then it struck him...Glory had something to do with this. He took off running back to the house. Spike began to beat at the ground, "NOOO!" he screamed again, tears streaming down his face, "WHY BUFFY? WHYYY???" He traced his fingers over Buffy's face in the picture. He had waited six years to be reunited with his one and only...and she was taken away from him...so fast. He refused to believe that she was dead. He closed his eyes, and remembered the few and brief minutes in which he had seen her. Her silky hair, gorgeous green eyes, her breathtaking smile, and the sound of her laughter. What had he done to deserve this? God knew that he would easily have given up everything, and anything for Buffy...so why? His right hand man, and bodyguard, Riley walked up at placed a hand on Spike's shoulder. Spike looked up at him, and passed out.
((A/N: Hehehe...I wonder if that was a good enough cliffhanger...okay, so it isn't that great of a cliffhanger, but hey...who cares? All I care is that you readers review!!! And, tell me now, honestly, how many of you expected that Glory would be the one to hit Buffy? What happens next? Will Spike and Buffy get back together??? I can't tell you...and I won't unless you review!!!))