Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Chapter 7 : The gray line
Memories can be defined in many words: Love, mystery, hate, torture, future, present, past, and to some burdensome. But for some, memories is what keeps us going, what keeps us looking forward to the next thrill that might come our way. But is it dangerous to rely on memories? Is it dangerous to grip onto them expecting an easy road ahead. The answer to that is yes, it's very dangerous, as to why, well just ask Buffy Summers, you could end up like her. In the control of someone that is lying to her, diverting things from the way that it should be.
Angel of coarse was planning another kidnapping, but this time he wouldn't do it alone. He had Buffy's friends there helping him. This time Spike would not be able to get Buffy back so easily, and certainly Angel would make sure of it. This was no matter of simplicity for Angel, he didn't want Buffy just because it meant he wouldn't have to go back to hell, he wanted her because he loved her. Which was way more than Spike could ever say. Spike just wanted Buffy so Angel would have to stay in hell. Chances were that Spike would most likely try and kill her after the year had past and Angel was no longer around. Angel decided a long time ago that he would rather go to hell than let Spike have Buffy, and would certainly risk it to get her back.
He stood outside the old mansion once more, although this time eager to succeed. He was ready to kill Spike if he needed too, and maybe even if he didn't need too. As long as Spike is out of his way somehow. Still, he walked up to the door and pushed it open staring into the empty living room ahead of him. He walked in and looked around the room quietly, he then stepped forward noticing a staircase, he stood at the top of the staircase looking down. He had no idea what he would find, if he would find Spike waiting for him with a steak and a sharp comment, and he did consider that the steak was sharp too, he didn't know if he would find Buffy waiting to claw him to death with the finger nails of doom, or if he were to go down there and no one was there except a large array of sharp objects to steal. But naturally being Angel he walked down there, Buffy was sound asleep, and Spike was beside her his arm slipped leisurely over her waist. Of coarse Spike could afford to sleep with her, he didn't have a soul to lose. Angel smirked, maybe he had nothing to lose now, maybe if he did lose his soul he would be better off, better off burning in hell than watching this.
Spike had stretched and sat up a bit after Angel retreated out of the mansion, he had the oddest feeling that someone was watching them, and he didn't like it he mumbled lightly as he looked over to Buffy, much to his surprise was still sleeping soundly, he watched her wondering when he should bring his plan in to a close. He was beginning to think that he would keep Buffy around for a bit longer than a year, instead of just killing her when the year is done. He feared what he had felt for her, that little fling was coming back to haunt him. He had the most beautiful slayer he had ever slept with right beside him, and she believed she was his, but only because he had wiped out most of her memories. He thought back to when he had waited outside her house, just because he thought about he so much. He remembered standing there burning through cigarette after cigarette watching her home, but as soon as he thinks that is over, it starts again, or so he thinks it starts again. He brushed a few strands of hair out of her face as he whispered lightly as to not wake her, "Sleep well pet, for we have a long night coming up…"
Angel shook his head, he figure Spike might carry the rest of his plan out the following night, but until then Angel just wanted to think. He couldn't help but think about what would happen if he tried to tell Buffy that all Spike had told her was a lie. It would be like telling a dog he's a cat, it wouldn't work. According to Angel you can take the girl away, but she will always find a way back to the one she belongs with. The sad thing was, she was making no attempt to get away from Spike, no attempt what so ever. It bugged him that Spike was getting exactly what he wanted. Would it be so bad that for once the irritable English vampire doesn't get exactly what he wants? According to Angel, Spike should just crawl into a tiny hole and live there for the rest of his life, but unfortunately things weren't that simple.
On the other hand, not all English vampires get to have all the fun, in Spike's case they get a chip shoved into their head and end up not being able to hurt any good humans. That was just horrible, considering most of the innocent ones are the ones that has the rich blood, but we'll get in that on another day. Spike sighed, he got out of the bed and stood at the foot of the bed, he picked up his shirt fro the floor and buttoned it on. It would be hours before he could got back upstairs where the light shown in. He lay back down next to Buffy staring at the ceiling, he was beginning to contemplate when exactly to bring the plan to a halt. He wanted more than anything to watch Angel and Buffy's little friends to sit in shock as they watched Spike claim Buffy. His thoughts then traveled away from all of that to just Buffy. He thought about how easy it was to manipulate the human mind, and how fragile it is.
The human mind is made up of memories, dreams, and emotions. When one of these three are taken away you are left with an imbalance of the other two. Sometimes when you lose one, it is hard to tell, and you never know until it comes back at you kicks you in the rear. Although for some, they lose one, and replace it with lies. Maybe it is better that if that happens, just to live that way. To live being controlled by lies, being controlled by an irritated English vampire.