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SHORT CHAPTER! SORRY! I HAVEN'T HAD ANY TIME!

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Buffy walks into her house with a very large smile on her face, and is even humming, when she bumps into Joyce. "Hey honey. My my, aren't we the cheerful one. May I ask why?" Joyce asks Buffy with a smile.

"I just have some really cool friends, that's all." Buffy keeps humming and walks into the kitchen…and there was Riley sitting at her counter. She stops dead in her tracks and slowly backs out of the kitchen and back to Joyce. " Uh, mom? What is he doing here?" She asks frantically.

"Did you forget? He's your history tutor, and you had a session today." Then she walks right into the Kitchen . " Hey, she's here now. Go on up to your room Buffy, it'll be fine, I can send up some coke if you want?" Joyce smiles, and Buffy frowns.

"ah no mom, we'll be fine. Come on." Then she grabs him and propels him up the stairs.

"Thanks for the offer Mrs. S" Riley calls back with a smirk.

" Keep it to yourself." Buffy tells him as they reach her door. She practically throws him inside her room, and slams the door. " Okay, What the hell do you want?" Buffy glares at Riley, arms crossed.

"Well, I just thought we could study for the history test we have, considering we are in the same class and all, and I was hoping to-"

"Cut the crap. Why are you here." She takes a step toward him, ready to do battle if necessary. Riley strolls around her room picking up little things, and inspecting them.

" If you really must know, then I came to warn you about your little friend Spike." He glances at Buffy, seeing her reaction.

He eyebrows furrow together. " How do you know Spike?" she asks, a little confused.

Riley smiles. " Lets just say I have my connections. He's dangerous Buffy, I know he's a vampire, I know they exists. I want you to be careful. If you ever need help, I have a friend, his name is Angel." Riley takes out a piece of paper and hands it to Buffy. " He can help you whenever you need it, okay?" He starts to leave her room.

"Wait, why are you helping me?" Buffy finally asks after absorbing in all this. Oh my god, someone knows, an actual human knows. "I don't get it, you are a complete dickhead to me, now your mister nice guy, plus you have a 'friend' who is willing to help me. Why?" Buffy asks Riley impatiently.

Riley turns around and whispers in her ear. "Because you're the slayer." and walks out. Buffy's eyes widen in surprise, that Riley, of all people, know what she has to do. Her 'Duty' to the people of Sunnydale. She walks to her bed and sits down. Recalling their conversation, Buffy lays down and slowly, falls into a deep sleep.

"I…I love you."

William…. was my last thought as my spirit left my body, slipped slowly away from him, suddenly feeling alone and frightened of the unknown. I drifted above myself, the skies beckoning to me…But I couldn't go. I couldn't leave all that was dear to me…I especially couldn't leave William. He has done so much for me, Buffy. He was, and still is, special to me in everyway that your father was special to your mother. Being the slayer is a big responsibility, yes, but…without William to have taught me, to be me friend, my companion, and my…lover, I would not have been so persistent with my duty. I know he was a vampire… but at one point he was a breathing, feeling, and living person. He still has these qualities. Please, I ask you Buffy, to give him a chance…for me. I never had the chance to fulfill my duty, but you can, with the help from William. He is my friend, whatever the laws say, I have and always will, Love him.

Then Buffy woke up with sweat dribbling down her forehead. What? Realization dawned on her the moment she remembered her dream. She contacted me. She…she wants me to trust him. Buffy closes her eyes, confused, angry, and frustrated. I have no idea what to do anymore. She silently got up from her bed and starts to get ready for bed. As Buffy looks into her mirror, she doesn't see the dark figure lurking at her window, with bleached hair, a black leather jacket and very, blue, eyes.

Spike looks away from Buffy. Why am I here? He looks away, and jumps down from his perch to the ground. I can't be thinking about her, let alone going to see her. He sneaks one last look at her window, before slinking down to the sidewalk and up the street.