I know noone seems to be reading this, but I actually like writing this for no reason. Maybe one day someone will like it and want to review, but until that day I'll sit here and hope.

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Once Upon A Midnite Dreary:

A tangle of limbs are sprawled across the blanket covered floor of a marble crypt. The morning sun is slowly rising and shining its rays onto the ceiling and walls. A soft moan of protest at the humid heat enveloping the crypt after the night of rain pierces the silence of the moment as Buffy opens her eyes to greet the new day. She frowns slightly in confusion before the memories of the night before rush into her mind. In the next moment she turns her head, fully prepared to rant at a certain vampire, but pauses as her eyes take in the sight before her. Spike's face was directly behind her head and his arms were holding her securely in place. His face was softened in peace and his countenance screamed innocence and love as he sighed quietly before pulling Buffy closer to his luke warm torso. Buffy's heart ached to see him this way, so caring for her, while she herself was so cold and hateful towards him.

I am a bitch. How can I keep putting him through this? He doesn't deserve the tatters of emotion I give him. He doesn't deserve being used as a sex slave. What am I saying? He doesn't deserve me. He is an evil souless vampire bastard that is using me to get himself off. I am a fool for doing this. What is wrong with me? I have to get out of here...as soon as I remember where he threw my underwear.

A small smile spread across Spike's face as he anticipated his slayer's movement and pulled her even closer to his body. He opened his eyes slowly and nearly cried out in pleasure at the sight of a bed tossled Buffy looking at him with wrinkled brow and a tempting frown. Spike could not resist turning the slayer onto her back and nibbling her ear.

"Morning pet.."Spike murmurs into her ear before biting and promptly licking the affliction. Spike took great pleasure at the tiny gasps and moans escaping his slayer's lips, but took far greater pleasure in kissing those lips thoroughly. He sat up slowly, pulling his slayer into his lap and not once breaking the passionate kiss. The kiss would end when Buffy wanted it to since he had no need for air. Buffy, however, seemed to have mastered the art of breathing deeply through her nose while kissing because she went on kissing him with much fervor. Eventually, despite her best attempts, air became an issue for her and she drew back to lean her forehead against Spike's.

"What? It's not a good morning?"

Spike smirked at her statement and swirled his tongue slowly across his teeth before replying," I'm a vampire, pet. Morning is simply that to me, but this has been one of the better ones."

Buffy shook her head and frowned as if finally waking up from a spell she had been under. She had to leave. She had left Dawn at home alone since early evening yesterday. There was no explaining or excusing away the predicament she was in. She would be found out. They would be found out. She would be scolded and ridiculed for daring to tempt fate again by being with a vampire. Not like she was with Spike. She just enjoyed some of the things he could do to her. He made her feel, which is more than anyone could boast about her. There would be time for regretting her action later, however, now she had to get home as quickly as possible to ease the worries of her younger sister.

"I'm leaving."

"Of course you are," Spike drawled lazily as he leaned forward to snake a path with his tongue alone her collar bone.

Buffy pushed him backwards and stood up to begin the hunt for her clothes. She couldn't afford another distraction and Spike being in the same room as her was beginning to become a distraction. She bent over to pick up a stray bra and thong.

"I told you, I'm leaving. Now don't touch me again or else.."Buffy trailed off her sentence. It was meant to intimidate the chipped vampire, but it seems to only entice him into acting out to see her response. She bent over to pull her underwear on and glanced in Spike's direction to see him pulling on his jeans in the same fashion. He left them unzipped and buttoned, in an effort to further tempt her.

"Can't find everything?"He quipped with a smirk slyly sneaking across his face. "You don't think they've snuck off do you? Disappeared so you can never leave?" He continued speaking while walking towards her with a sexy swagger in his step.

Again Buffy pushed him away and started crawling around on her limbs to look in all the darkened corners for her ilusive tank top and skirt. She muttered darkly as Spike again pulled her towards him, but this time was pushed up against the wall before she could respond.

"Nibblet can handle being alone a lil' longer, pet. It's a school day anyways..."He murmured into her ear as he began to nibble and peck along her neckline. At some point, Buffy let her guard down and was promptly throw back onto their makeshift bed on the floor. She would not be going anywhere for now and as much as that thought should frighten her, she was dealing with it just fine.

Several hours later Buffy finally manage to untangle herself from Spike's undead fingers and find her clothing. She cringed as she noticed the sun was high in the sky, signaling that most of the day had already gone by unnoticed. She ran quickly through the cemetary in an attempt to get home and change before begging her boss for the night off. She was sore in all of the right and wrong places and doubted she could handle the horrors of a minimum wage job today. When she reached her house, she walked in through the front door, thinking that Dawn was at school and the need for stealth was not necessary. To her horror, Dawn and the entire Scooby gang were all sitting in the living room deep in discussion.

"Buffy? Where have you been? You were out all night and we have all been worried sick about you,"Xander immediately started the verbal firing squad as if he had been practicing this all night while waiting on her return.

"Yes Buffy. What kept you all night? Did you get in a big brawl and forgo the Scooby meeting?"Willow followed quickly after.

Giles, Dawn, and Tara were silient in wait for Buffy's response, but Anya was more blunt and to the point than any of the others could ever be. "Were you out having multiple orgasms all night? That's a good reason to stay out and sleep over anytime. I'm sure that's your excuse right?"

The deadpan way that Anya said this and the hidden truth behind it made Buffy burst into tears before running upstairs to her bedroom. Once there, she locked the door and crawled under her covers to cry herself into a troubled sleep. Her dreams were interupted an hour or so later by the persistent shaking of her left shoulder. Her groans of protest were ignored as the intruder only shook her harder.

"What do you want already?" she managed groggily in the direction of the person. Her vision blurred by sleep and tears so that she only looked in the general direction she hoped the person was in.

"I want you...to...talk to me," Tara answered softly. "The others have left and Dawn and Willow are sleeping...I..already know...somethings..but...talk to me?" Tara's soft smile reassured Buffy in her troubled state and she sniffled once more before she began to sob.

"I slept with Spike...again...I know it was wrong and I know I should not be doing it..literally.."Buffy chuckled in between her chocked gasps and tears. "I can't help myself, Tara. He makes me want to do these things. I like being...with him...and it's getting harder and harder to stop myself," Buffy paused and looked down before continuing," I don't think I want to. I like how he makes me feel...and I don't think I could stop now if I tried.." This last statement was said so softly Tara had to strain to make sure she heard correctly.

"You love him?" Tara questioned gently.

"No," Buffy quickly answered," but if I don't do something soon...I will."

Tara nodded, more to herself than as a response to Buffy, then stood up from the bed and leaned in to give Buffy a much needed hug.

"Time will ease any doubts you have. In the end, all will be as it should..."Tara whispered gently.

"But I don't have time..."Buffy mumbled before exhaustion settled in around her.

Tara smiled a little bigger as if she was in on a secret before letting go of Buffy and easing her back onto the bed. Tara glanced at the window and nodded slightly before walking to the door. She stopped at the door and whispered lowly to an unseen vistor.

"If you hurt her...hell will seem merciful compared to what will be done to you,"Tara spoke with such conviction and confidence that Spike knew better than to doubt her words.

"I won't," he simply said while taking off his duster and using it to block out the light that would arrive in a few short hours. Tara looked over her shoulder briefly and whispered a small incantation to soundproof the walls and tint the windows. She locked the door behind her and walked down the short hallway to join her slumbering girlfriend. Tonight, she knew, things would happen that would either change everyone she knew and cared about or hurt them deep down to their very soul. Personally, she was hoping for the change, but only the coming day would tell.

Buffy tossed and turned slightly in her sleep as a dream surrounded her subconscious. She opened her eyes prepared to scream at the horrors that she had seem in her own mind, but only gasped as she was shocked to see a pair of concerned blue eyes. She started crying again and the owner of the eyes that had her so moved emotionally pulled her closer to his chest and rocked her soothingly.

"There, there luv. It was only a dream," he said quietly,"I'm here. Nothing can get you with me here..I promise."

Spike's caring words only seem to further unsettle the slayer and her silient tears turned into loud drawn out sobs full of pain. Spike could only wrap her deeper in his embrace and hope his soothing words were helping her troubled mind in some way. His love for the girl in his arms was the only light in his dark life and he would not lose her. Not now, when he was so close to finally gaining her. Their nightly lovefest's were only the beginning to an entire existence of being together in his mind. He desperately hoped she could see how much he was willing to give for her--to give up to be with her. All he wanted was her love, and with that he would be whole.

He kissed her forehead in an attempt to further soothe her and was shocked when she looked up into his eyes afterwards. Her face was stained in tears and makeup. Her hair was knotted and tangled all over her head. Her eyes were swollen and her lip was bruised from biting it to keep from screaming only hours ago. Buffy sniffled as a teardrop slowly fell from the corner of her eye. She couldn't understand why it hurt so much inside. She wanted to feel again. She needed to. Without feelings, a person could shrivel up and die. She didn't want that. They couldn't bring her back a second time.

"Make me feel again Spike," Buffy panted out between her tears. "Make the pain stop like only you can. Make love to me?"

There, she had said it, not fuck or screw or bone or any of the other meaningless words that she used to describe what they did to each other. She had said love. That one little word held more meaning than any other word he had ever heard. It was the only time he had ever heard her say it and he would cherish this moment for the rest of his existence.

"I love you," Spike said before leaning in to kiss her.

"I know," Buffy managed before the kiss caught her. The kiss was chaste and seemed to be meant to distract her from his proclamation. "Eventually...I'll be able to say it back," Buffy spoke barely above a whisper, but she knew he had heard her.

Passion consumed them both in the next moment and their gentle lovemaking went past the wee hours of night and well into predawn. At sometime during their marathon of passion, they had stopped trying to be quiet. They stopped caring what the others thought and just felt. The world was only this room for them. When the moon had reached its highest point and the stars were all twinkling brightly, a loud feminine scream of pleasure serenaded a huskier masculine voice.

"God, I love you Buffy," Spike moaned as he climaxed. At the same time Buffy screamed out his name in pleasure, his true name. "William...God...I love you..."

Before the pleasure from their simultaneous orgasms could subside, a blinding flash of bright blue light enveloped the bedroom. Buffy and Spike clung to each other in a subconscious attempt to protect the other. The attempt was futile because as quickly as the light had appeared, it was gone, leaving the naked couple passed out between the covers and a small note tattooed onto the belly of the slayer.

And there you have it, another sampling of my obsession with tv-shows. Enjoy, review, or complain, it's up to you.