A/N: Ragemoon, I keep trying to do a lot of detail for you. But you keep saying you want more. How the fuck can I do anymore? Help me out here luv, cos I honestly don't know what I'm doing wrong. I've tried really hard to have LOTS of detail in this chapter for you. If you don't think it's enough, can you suggest how I can do more? Cos I really don't think I can without making the reader fall asleep. Anyway, I tried really hard for you this time. Hope you enjoy.

Godfather – Chapter Four

Sunset Cemetery – Five nights later

It was a cold night. Well, cold compared to what Sunnydale weather is usually like. My eyes scanned the cemetery looking for threats. Buffy walked by my side, determinedly ignoring me. I wanted to talk to her, but I didn't know what to say. When then person you love most in the world beats you nearly unconscious and leaves you to suffer in a rat infested alley, what can you say?

I couldn't take it anymore. The silence way eating away at me. But what to say? "So why didn't you confess?" She visibly tensed.

"That's none of your business," she replied coldly.

"Oh, I think it is." My voice was cold as ice.

She whirled around angrily. I stood there unmoving. Her eyes flicked over the still visible bruises and the still swollen black eye she gave me and I saw her falter. "Take a good look Slayer," I hissed.

She glared at me, angry again. "You brought that on yourself," she spat.

I gave a dry laugh. "Oh yeah. Course I did." Then I went into a mocking high-pitched tone. "Please, oh please Buffy. Please please beat the bloody shit out of me. Please leave me in a filthy alley an hour and a half from sunset, when, thanks to you, I can barley walk. Oh, please, pretty please, will you make me an easy target for anyone in this town with a grudge against me?" I glared at her. "Which, by the way, is almost every demon in town."

This time when I spoke my voice was laced with venom. "You wouldn't have even cared, would you? If I got dusted, you and Harris would probably throw a party. The only thing you'd feel sorry for is the loss of your walking punch bag and dildo."

She looked ready to punch me. Again. "Spike, listen to me. I'll say it slowly, so you can understand." I gave her a look that dared her to continue. She did anyway. "I. Don't. Love. You. Okay? Can't you get that through your thick head?!"

I angrily pulled out a cigarette and lit it. I took a drag. "You know what Slayer, you're such an idiot. This isn't about love, this is about our relationship."

"We don't have a relationship!" She screamed.

"Like hell we don't!" I yelled. "Whether or not you want to admit it, your fucking me!" She punched me in the nose. Why does it always have to be the bloody nose?!

"Shut up," she hissed. There was a threat of violence in her voice if I continued. I went on anyway.

"What's the matter, can't take it? We have a relationship Slayer, and that's a fact. You tell me you're troubles, you beat me up, and you sleep with me. And that's a fact! But it doesn't mean anything to you does it. You don't give a toss about me, or how I feel. An' don't you dare say I don't have any feeling, because we both know that's bloody bullshit!" Suddenly, I realised something. I burst out laughing. She looked at me in supprise, then her eyes narrowed.

"What the hell is so funny?"

"I've just realised something," I said, still laughing.

"Well would you care to share the joke?"

"You can't admit it can you?"

"Can't admit what?!" She was shaking with rage.

"You can't admit I love you. Not only that, you can't admit I have any feelings at all, because that means that every time you stake a vampire, you're not killing a monster, you're killing a person. And if you admit that, you admit I'm a person, with real feelings."

I stopped and looked at her. She wasn't moving a muscle. "And then there's us," I said, softly this time. "That would mean that maybe I really do love you. And that you've been using me, abusing me, and that you've hurt me in the worst way that a person can hurt another person." I looked deep into her eyes. "And that would make you one of the monsters."

We stood there in silence, the only sound the wind rustling our clothes softly.