Spike walked threw the doors to the bronze, a skinny brunet bumping into him on her way out. She looked up at him; tear tracks down her cheeks, "Sorry." She murmured, she had anger, betrayal, and fear rolling off her small form like smoke.

"T's Okay, pet." He assured her, before he had the chance to ask what was wrong she was out of the doors, to her car. He shook the feeling away and moved to the bar sitting on the stool facing the bartender, he ordered himself a beer and waited.

He got the bottle and opened it quickly, taking a long gulp. "Not going to numb the pain." Said a female voice, Spike turned and saw one of the most gorgeous women he'd ever seen. Her long blond hair falling around her shoulders, she wore a pair of black leather pants and a tight black shirt to show off her cleavage. (The demon girl from last chapter) "Just put it on hold."

Spike nodded, "Long as it aint there."

"Charisma." She introduced herself.

"Spike."

"Uhh, the Spike?" She asked tilting her head to the side, "Maybe I should be buying you a drink." She suggested. "Master vampire and all."

Spike chuckled, "Not anymore, pet." Spike said still not bothering to look at her, his eyes on the table in front of him, fingers playing with the bottle of dangerous liquid.

"The chip?" she asked, "You could have gotten it out by now—"

"Not the chip." Spike chuckled turning to her, his eyes turning dark blue and then back to his eye color. She smiled. "W-what was I saying?"

"I don't really know, were you going to buy me a drink?" She asked with a smile.

"Ted!" Spike called, "Get the lady a drink."

Summers' House

Buffy pulled herself together whipping her eyes. She got up from the corner of her room, next to her window. She looked herself over in the mirror. She sighed, she looked out the window and didn't see anything. She waited a few hours. Waiting. She'd thought he would come back.

Begging for her forgiveness. She knew he would. So? Where was he? Why wasn't he here? Since when did he get his cockiness back? Did he just grow a backbone?

"You know, you really know how to play a man. One second you care—or you act like it. The next…"

What was wrong with her? Before she died she would never treat him that way… Why did she feel like this? IT was like he had this control over her she couldn't break.

Bronze

Spike smashed Charisma up against the wall, kissing her hard on the lips, she laughed into his mouth. Jumping up into his arms. "Privacy… outside." She breathed.

Spike smirked, "Bloody hell woman… for me."

Charisma laughed as he carried her out to the back shoving her up against the wall, she smiled widely as he kissed his way down her neck. His hair tangled in her hair. "Mmmm." She whispered, moaned.

He lifted his head catching her soft lips in his, the kiss started out rough and demanding and ended soft and gentle. She grabbed his hand when he started to pull up her shirt. "Wait." She called softly. "I-I…" She looked at him, "I want you to say it."

Spike smirked, "I love you."

TBC…

Short? Yes… sorry about that! I just wanted to get a new chapter out…

REWIVEW PLEASE??