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Chapter 4

"You're letting some bint stay here? This isn't a bloody motel!" Spike exclaimed and Giles sighed.

"I didn't have a choice, William. Her father went to New York and she can't stay in her house alone. She's only 16. I owe it to her mother. Buffy seems like a nice girl." Spike raised his eyebrows at the familiar name.

"Buffy? Buffy Summers?" Spike wondered and Giles nodded.

"Yes, how did you know?" He replied and Spike let out a sigh.

"Bloody great." Buffy had enough as she suddenly made her presence known in the kitchen, where the argument was taking place. Spike turned to look at her.

"Sorry, I wanted to see what all the noise was about." She said as she looked at Spike. He rolled his eyes and walked by her.

"I'll be in my room." He told them as he went upstairs. They heard a door slam and then loud music blasting. Giles rubbed his eyes.

"I'm sorry about that. My son can be very difficult." Buffy nodded and gave him a small smile.

"I don't think he really wants me here." She said and Giles shook his head.

"Nonsense, he'll get used to it." He then cringed as the music suddenly got louder and Buffy had to smile a little.

"How can you survive with him blasting the Sex Pistols?" She wondered and Giles looked at her like he was shocked that Buffy knew what music it was.

"I honestly don't know. Perhaps I have gotten used to it." Buffy nodded in understanding. She would sometimes always lock herself in her room and blast music when her parents were fighting. They did that more when Buffy got older. Most of the fights were always about her and she felt guilty knowing that she was the cause of most of their problems.

Buffy went up to her room a few minutes later and paused outside of Spike's door for a moment, when it suddenly opened and he stood there looking at her. She noticed that he was shirtless and she couldn't stop staring at his chest. Spike saw where she was looking and smirked at her. "See anything you like, pet?" Buffy looked back up at him when he spoke and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I was looking for the bathroom." She told him and Spike pointed to the door next to his room. She nodded and then walked over to the bathroom, but Spike got there first.

"This was actually where I was headed." He said to her as he smiled and closed the door in her face. Buffy really wished she could have wiped that smile off of his face. She shook her head and was about to walk back to her room, when she stopped to look in Spike's. She took a deep breath before she walked into his room. She figured it wouldn't hurt to look around for a second. Almost everything in his room was black. He really needed to learn about colors. She was looking at his CD collection and was impressed by what she found. She was also surprised that she didn't find anything from Billy Idol. She figured Spike stole his look from him. She looked around some more, when she found a picture on the desk next to his bed. She picked it up to see an attractive older woman with long, dark hair. She was standing next to a young boy with curly, brown hair and glasses. She realized that the boy was Spike and the woman was probably his mother. She couldn't believe that Spike used to look like that, he seemed so decent then. She wondered where his mother was, when she heard a voice behind her. "Can I help you with something?" Buffy turned around suddenly to see Spike standing there and he didn't look happy. She didn't know what to say, when he walked over to her and grabbed the picture out of her hands. "You shouldn't be in here." He said in a low tone and Buffy backed away a little.

"I'm sorry, I was just looking around. I didn't mess with anything." Spike didn't say anything as he put the picture back on his desk. "Is that your mother?" She asked and he looked back at her with cold eyes.

"That's none of your business, Betty. Just stay out of here from now on. It's bad enough that you have to stay here. What, your father didn't want you around so he dumped you on us? I don't think we should have to suffer for that." Buffy had tears in her eyes at what he said. She backed out of the room.

"I'm sorry I bothered you." She said quietly as she walked away. Spike sighed as he watched her go. He didn't mean to say that and felt even worse when he saw the look on her face. He knew these next few months would be long ones. He just hoped they would be able to survive each other.