Chapter 5: A Capture's Greeting

"Dawn?" She yelled into the phone when she didn't hear anything. She was positive she heard her sisters voice. But now there was nothing. "Dawn! Talk to me! Dawnie!" Buffy was in tears by the time another voice came on the other line.

"Do you miss her?" The voice asked her, his tone even and sounded computerized.

"Who are you bastard. I swear if you touch her..."

"Now, now Miss summers." The voice interrupting her as he ended with a chuckle. "Such a temper on you. Are you crying? It sounds like your crying. Such a wonderful sound."

His comments somehow made her stronger in her words and more confident in what she said.

"Listen you piece of shit. You will tell me where the fuck you are and you will tell me right now. You got that asshole? Do you understand me?"

Her heart was beating a mile a minute, feeling as though it was going to bust right through her chest. It didn't answer right away, she only heard breathing then...

"Buffy!" Dawn painfully screamed in the background. Buffy nearly fell over, becoming dizzy as she heard her sisters screams of pain. The voice came back on.

"I understand you perfectly Miss Summers. Now understand me. First, call me a piece of shit, an asshole, or anything that I take offensive, she will die. You hurt my feelings there."

She could hear the smile on their face as they spoke their words.

It continued.

"Second, call the cops like the detective that came to your house last night to track me down, she dies. And not only her... are you happy with him?"

Her heart stopped. How could he possibly know about Spike.

"Am I happy with who?" She asked as innocently as she could, her courage slowly fading the longer he held the silence.

"That blonde man. You two looked pretty cozy last night in bed."

Another chuckle.

"I'll kill him. If you do anything as much as ignore my next phone call. I'll kill them, both. And I'll make you watch when I do."

Tears streamed her face but she held in her sobs, not wanting him to hear how upset she was. It would only give him more things to say to hurt her.

"Till we speak again Miss Summers. And by the way, How was the pancakes?"

She slammed the phone shut. She made a mistake of insulting him and now she had to watch for what she says. She couldn't be the reason Dawn dies. She wouldn't allow it.

"Who was it?" Spike asked as he came down the stairs, his hair still wet as he wore a grey sweater and black loose jeans. Buffy turned her red face, showing him her tears.

"Pack your bags." She said evenly as she walked up the stairs, pushing past him and slamming the door to her room.

It wasn't long when she heard a knock on the other side of it. She didn't answer it but she knew that wouldn't stop him from entering.

"Buffy, what's wrong? Who was it?" He walked over cautiously as he sat next to her at the edge of the bed.

"It was Dawn's Kidnapper. He has Dawn alive but she was obviously in pain. She...she screamed for me." The tears fell from her red eyes as she continued. "He said he would kill her and you if I don't listen to him, that's why I need you gone."

"Buffy, luv...I..."

"Just leave!" She shouted as she pushed him, causing him to fall off the bed.

He stumbled as he fought to get up, running over to her as he grabbed her violently by the shoulder, forcing her to stand up.

"You will not push me away like this. Not again. You don't have the right to." His eyes were cold as the Blue had faded to black and anger plastered on his face.

"You were the one who left remembered!" Buffy yelled, trying to escape from his painful grip but not succeeding.

"I am not going anywhere, do you understand me? Im staying right here. Im not gonna lose you...not again, and after everything..."

"Lose me? Lose me! I wasn't yours to ever lose Spike. I was never yours. And never will be. Your nothing to me!" She freed her one arm and slammed him in the face with her fist, hard.

Spike, even more mad, regained control as he spun them around and slammed her against the wall.

"Take. That. Back." His voice deep and threatening, his eyes narrowed on her.

"What are you gonna do Spike? Huh? Are you gonna hit me? Do it. Hit me Spike. Go ahead, no one's stopping you. Hit me!"

She waited for his fist to connect with her face but it never came, instead she felt his mouth crash against hers so hard, she was sure she would have a bruise in the morning.

He kissed her hungrily as he still had a tight hold oh her arms while she grinded her pelvis into his, causing a growl to escape deep in his throat.

He pulled his mouth away and gazed in her eyes, looking for a sign on what she wanted but he saw nothing. He couldn't read her face. For the first time in his life that he has known her, he didn't know what she was thinking.

He loosened his hold on her but still didn't let go, letting her make the decision whether she wanted to stay or not.

She pushed his hands off of her arms so she could pull him down for another kiss, this time softer and slower.

He let his hands linger down to her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Hello? Buffy?" Angels voice echoed from downstairs.

"Oh balls." Spike sighed.

They parted, adjusted their clothes, making them look presentable and like they weren't up to anything.

Buffy started walking out the room only to be stopped by Spike, grabbing her wrist.

"You know I'm not leaving." He informed her, spinning her around as he saw the tears filling her eyes.

She gently pulled her wrist from his hold and headed for the door.

"I know."