A/N: Not as many reviews for this chapter! That's okay, I'll just have to sigh now. Promise you'll review this chappie or I'll be very angry!! M'kay maybe not that angry.... REVIEW!!

Disclaimer: I don't own it. Or the songs. Alright??? Don't need to rub my nose in it! The song is by Seether and It's called ''Love Her' and this chapter is pretty much about Spike and his feeling for Faith which I have decided to write on.

Chapter 9: I Think I Love Her

Spike paced around Willow and Tara's apartment deep in thought. Illyria and Willow argued in the kitchen about what food Willow was cooking. Apparently, Illyria didn't understand the words 'chicken terryaki.'

Tara watched Spike with a furrowed brow. His pacing was making her anxious and she didn't like being anxious, it made her ancy. And being ancy made her fidgety and when she was fidgety she couldn't speak right.

The flaxen haired vampire had his face scrunched up in thought that he didn't even acknowledge Tara. She remained quiet, unsure whether or not to awake him from his reverie.

I met a girl who hated the world

She used her body to sell her soul

Everytime they'd break her and pay

Tear out her heart and leave her in pain

Willow hummed to the song that was on the radio she had just turned on, much to the blue-haired vixen's dismay. She huffed and growled at the Wiccan whom she very much disliked.

She seemed to be very close to Spike and that angered Illyria yet she couldn't understand why. Illyria turned to walk through the passageway that led back into the front room.

"Where are ya goin'?" Asked Willow from her stand at the stove flipping the chicken.

"To speak with the vampire."

I never found out how she survived

All of the saddness she kept inside

I never found out how she would lie

With a smile on her face and the scratches shed hide

"Vampire." Growled out Illyria in a harsh tone. He did not respond. Tara almost jumped backward at the sight of the... the... whatever the creature was. Certainly not a girl!

"VAMPIRE!" Shouted Illyria in a shrill voice that broke Spike's train of thought. He glared at her menacingly and stopped pacing.

"What now?!" He asked in outrage from being brought out of his thoughts.

"I wish to speak with you."

You could love her, if you payed

You could have her everyday

You could love her, if you prayed

You could have her every way, oh

Spike followed Illyria into the guest bedroom and took a seat on the small day bed. The room was very Willow-ish with it's bright yellow drapes and green walls.

Illyria stood in front of Spike, her eyes never wavering. "You deny your love for her yet you act like a statue, trapped in thoughts that plague your mind. Thoughts about her."

Spike groaned. He knew this conversation was going to come up sooner or later but he hoped it would be with Willow, or hell, even Angel would've been better to talk to the this ferocious smurf.

"Speak." she commanded.

"Illyria, pet, you don't understand. I don't love her. I just think that she deserves better. She could do better but no one is bloody willing to help!"

Down on her knees she wept on the floor

This hopeless life, she wanted no more

Dead in her mind and cold to the bone

She opened her eyes and saw she was alone

"She does not want help. She wants to be loved."

Spike scrunched his brow together in confusion. "When did you become so perceptive Miss Blue? In between your time hittin' her and sayin' irrelevant things?!" His outrage unleashed but Illyria refused to flinch.

"You cannot deny your love, Vampire. No longer shall it stay hidden. Release it into this unearthly, corrupted air that you breath in each passing day. Give her your unbeating shriveled up heart."

Spike looked rather impressed, then disgusted at the same time. "Eh pet? If you sift through all that gore and guts, I think you can hunt down some pretty good advice."

She never found out how much I tried

All of the sadness she kept made me blind

She never found out how much I cried

The rope so tight on the night that she died

Willow had just finished setting the table when she exited the kitchen adn re-entered the living room. Tara sat on the couch trying to listen to what was going on in the bedroom.

"Tara? Baby what is it?" Asked Willow as she gently lay her hand on her girlfriend's knee.

The sandy haired girl smiled softly. "Spike's in love." Her voice was soft and dreamy.

"WITH ILLYRIA?!?" Shouted Willow as she shot up from the couch. Her blazen read hair shimmered under the flourescent light that made it a firey colour.

Tara's eyes grew wide as she grasped Willow's hand. "No! No honey, no. With Faith."

Willow nodded in understanding and sat back down. After a moment she jumped to her feet again. "WITH FAITH?! That's even worse!!!! Tara!"

I never found out how she survived,

A life lived in lies is a life in denial

I never found out how she could lie

With a smile on her face and the darkness inside

Sunnydale

"Princess Bride or Casablanca?" Angel called from his seat in the den.

Buffy trotted into the room and snuggled up next to her honey on the large sofa, sampling their bowl of popcorn. She shrugged nonchalantly. "Doesn't matter to me. How about the Princess Bride? I love that movie. Don't you Faith?" She asked sending a sweet smile to the tied up slayer

Faith sat upright in a dark red velvet chair with her limbs still tied together and a grim expression on her face. "Oh yeah B, my fave." She muttered sarcastically.

Angel argued with the DVD remote for at least four minutes before Buffy finally took it from his grasp and hit for play. The movie began almost instantly.

Angel smiled sheepishly. "What? I don't like the buttons. Too many."

Buffy laughed. "You can use every weapon ever forged yet technology baffles you. How cute." She ruffled his hair and smiled.

This was nice, well besides the crazy homicidal slayer that eyed them with an unbelievable disgust in her eyes, it was perfect. Her and Angel, Angel and she. Together.

For now.

As the pair watched that horrific movie she kept devising ways to escape from those fucking bonds and get the hell out of that mansion and out of town for a while.

Not forever, but for a while. She needed to wait for things to calm down before she returned.

'You're gettin' ahead of yourself big girl... ' She thought to herself. '... First let's get out of these restraints.'

By the end of the movie Buffy was fast asleep in Angel's welcoming arms and he was content to just watch her sleep. Oh how he missed this. Watching her. Being in her presence.

It had been so hard these past four years he couldn't believe he planned on leaving her after the Ascension. It was hard enough trying to face the Mayor on his own, let alone without Buffy.

Sure, he had tons of help but it just wasn't the same. Things seemed to drag on and days were neverending.

Flashback

"What do you think Angel?" Willow asked briskly to the unmoving vampire.

He hadn't spoken for two whole days now except for the entire muttering to himself which the red head found utterly discomforting.

Anybody who talks to themselves has issues, especially if you're a vampire.

"Angel?" Giles echoed after Angel didn't answer.

The librarian stood up and walked to the aisle of books where Angel stood and set a calming hand on his shoulder. "Angel, I do believe you need to sit down."

"Yea, I'm gettin' kinda dizzy." Quipped Xander sarcastically. Cordelia wacked him in the arm and glared as did Willow. "What? I'm just sayin'..."

"Angel, we really need your input. It means alot." Tried Willow, hoping that they could snap him from this broken reverie that trapped his soul, his mind.

The vampire took a step in front of Giles so that he was facing the gang. "We need to get together your class. The entire Senior class. I think I might have an idea but we're gonna need all the weapons and supplies we can get."

Giles nodded. "I'll get right on it. But, ahem, Angel... " He took off his glasses and began to clean them on his shirt. "What is it you plan to do?"

"Win." That was his simple answer.

Oz frowned, not usually one to put in much more than a word or too. "Win? That's your plan?"

Xander raised his hand in mock immaturity. "I don't wanna spoil the chit chat or anything but don't we have to do something to win? Like have a plan? Cuz that'd be super neat!"

"Okay! Xander! Shutup. Your sarcastic comments aren't making things better." Willow bit out harshly. She was scared, panicked and hadn't been more aware of what was going on around her in a long time. Everything made her anxious, every sound, movement, voice.

Cordelia waved her pencil in front of to get the others attentoin. "Umm, sorry to disappoint you Willow, but Xander does have a point. How are we going to win?"

"Fire!" Shouted Oz as he and his line of Seniors shot the fire-stricken arrows at the herd of vamps. Yells and shrill screams were heard throughout the fight.

On the opposite side, on top of the concrete wall stood another litter of teenaged students holding long, thick hoses. "READY?! SPRAY!" Shouted Xander as he conducted waterthrowers. Vampires started to sizzle and turn to dust from the holy water inside the tubes.

Meanwhile, all the other students were busy dueling with the enemy. Each had a weapon or two and fought the best they could without being killed. Although several were, including Harmony Kendall, who was turned, several seemed to be doing okay.

Angel watched the snake carefully. He smirked and pulled out the knife that was found in Buffy's abdomen.

"See this? This is what that psychotic slut of yours did to my Buffy. She put her to sleep for a while and I can't wait to get my revenge. Can't you just see me slamming this into Faith, twisting it until there's nothing left to twist?"

The snake hissed and began to chase Angel. He ran. He ran through the hall, the gym and into the library where several stacks of dynamite were.

He lunged out the open window and into the courtyard where he rolled over toward where Giles was kneeled over an explosive pump.

"NOW!" Shouted Angel loudly.

Giles slammed his hands down on the pump and watched as the school went up in flames. Angel stood up and watched in astonishment as they destroyed the school. If only Buffy were here....

End Flashback

"Yo, Big Guy, I'm kinda hungry. Think ya could hook me up?" Faith asked in a low whisper. For some reason she was careful not to wake the tiny blonde slayer.

Angel groaned. "Can't you wait? I don't want to wake her up. Just wait a few more hours."

Faith shrugged, hiding her smile in the dark. "Fine, when I'm dead because of malnourishment, then you'll feel guilty."

Angel rolled his eyes. "Faith, you are not going to die from malnourishment. It's been, what? Six hours since you last ate? You can wait a few more."

Faith scoffed and leaned her head back against the chair and began to hum. "My baby takes the mornin' train, he works from nine til' five and then, he takes another home again, to find me waitin' for him. My baby takes the mornin train'--"

And it went on and on and on all night. Angel suffered listening to her drowning voice of that stupid song while Buffy slept peacefully in his embrace.

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