Chapter 2: Reliving the Past

14 years ago

"Hey!" Buffy shouted across the street to the boy who was holding her and her friends kickball.

She walked over to him and snatched the ball out of his hands.

"You're the new kid, right?" She asked as she bounced the ball casually.

"Yes. My name is William Giles. That's my Father Rupurt. We came here from England." He said excitingly, a smile from ear to ear. "You are?"

"Names Buffy. Buffy Summers. And I came here from across the street. Do you want to play with us, we need another person. You can be on my team."

She didn't think he could smile any bigger.

"Sure!"

She took his hand and led him off.

8 years ago

"William!" Buffy shouted from across the high school hallway as she had seen her best friend. His hair was bleached and he had a completely different style consisting of a leather coat and black jeans with black boots.

She ran over to him and gave him a huge hug. She hadn't seen him since the last day of school when he left for his summer in England. But now he was back and she missed him so much.

"So how was your summer in England?" she asked as she walked down the hall with him.

"Great! Look I got to get to class luv but I'll see you when we get home. But I want you to remember High school is a lot different from Middle school. Watch your back and if any pillock tries to mess with you just tell them you know me. And the name is Spike."

She raised her eyebrows at the new name and he mouthed the word please and he put his hands in a praying position and pleaded her silently to take the new name.

She nodded. "Bye spike." Kissing his cheek and pushing him to leave.

"Bye pet!" He yelled, already out of sight.

5 years ago

"Buffy it wasn't your fault" Spike said, comforting her as she cried in his arms.

"He left. He didn't even say goodbye."

"Buffy, your dads a wanker. I told you I never liked him from the bloody start. He's an ass. All the comments he made to you and to your mum. I didn't like it. He's a bastard Buffy."

He rocked her slow, caressing her face as he kissed the top of her head.

He made everything better, no matter what the situation is. She got lost in the moment to care about her fathers disappearing act.

They both heard a car pull up.

"Riley's here." She said quietly as she wiped her puffy eyes and sat up. "Do I look okay."

He wiped away a tear and smiled. "Beautiful."

They stared at each other for what seemed like forever but wasn't even a second.

She could felt him lean in and lightly touch his mouth with hers but pulled away faster then when he leaned in. So fast buffy wasn't sure if it really happened or not.

"Yea. I should go. I got to meet Dru. She's waiting."

"Are you sure you can't stay." she whispered.

He was about to answer but was interrupted by Riley pushing past him and hugging his girlfriend. He saw how she had wrapped herself into Riley's arms and so he left. He knew she felt safe in his arms.

But he was wrong. She cared for Riley with all her heart but he never gave her the sense of security and safety as Spike did. No one did.

3 years ago

"Your leaving?" Buffy said, shocked.

"Tomorrow morning. Drusilla is going to College up in New York and she asked me to go with her."

"But you go here to U.C. Sunnydale."

"Not anymore. I'll now be studying law with her down in the big city."

"That's...that's wonderful Spike" She lied. She could feel her heart skipping beats and her breathing becoming harder to do.

"Your not happy. I know. Im not to pleased with it either but I'll come down and visit you. I promise. You're my girl buffy." he smiled as he gave her a hug.

Tears stung her eyes as she hugged him back, not wanting to let go. She didn't want to lose him. She knew she would. He would be too busy in his own life to care about her anymore. She had been so relieved when he was going to U.C. Sunnydale with her but now he was leaving and, as much as he promised, he wouldn't come back. Her father left her and now Spike. She couldn't take it.

She shoved him away from her and turned to walk the other way.

"Buffy...?"

"Just leave." Her tone was cold and she knew he knew better then to talk back.

She walked up to her room and slammed the door, collapsing against it as she cried so hard, she didn't think she would stop. She hated saying goodbye like that but any other way would be too much to bare. Being mad at him was easier than missing him. But the anger only lasted a day or two until the sadness had settled in and the tears flowed again.