Buffy ran through the cemetry so fast that even if a vampire wanted to try anything, they wouldn't be able to catch her. There wasn't anthing in particular which was the bother, it was just everything. All of her and the rest of the world's problems bound into one and firing towards her faster than the speed of light. It was strange - especially strange, how she had started with no direction yet ended up going towards spike. Unconsciously pulled towards him.

The door to the crypt was shut firmly and her body ground to an abrupt halt, inches away from ploughing right into it. Tears were flowly freely; something which she had been oblivious to previously. Raising her hand and balling it into a tight fist, she knocked twice. With her hand in that position, the sudden urge to punch something flowed through her. Spike wasn't that something.

--

It was faint, but somebody - or something - was definitely was knocking on the door.

Spike wondered who would be doing such a thing. Most people would have just invited themselves in. He smiled, feeling slightly respected.

--

"Come out, come out, where ever you are!" She called whilst turning around, facing the way she'd just came. Usually something would come without beckoning but today it didn't.

"I actually want a fight tonight and you're going to deny me!" The tears were evident in her voice now, but still nothing came.

With a frustrated sigh, her body twirled around again - eyes meeting the solid door, which had still yet to show any signs of opening. It was a known fact that you could just walk right on in, the door opening without any question, but today? Today Buffy felt the need to knock.

She raised her fist to knock again, but was forcefully pulled back - an arm snaking around her neck. It would probably have been an easy position to break free of, but she remained still. If the vampire had breath, she would have most certainly been able to feel it as it held back her hair with the free hand and lowered it's mouth towards her skin.

--

Spike drank down another shot of alcohol from the bottle as he pulled open the door. His eyes opened wide as they locked on Buffy - or more to the point, the thing about to bite her.

"Buffy? What the bloody hell are you doing?"

She was unmoving, but her eyes were held open. For a split second he thought she was dead. Until he saw her blink, then he snapped into action.

He smashed the bottle against the doorfrance, grimacing as a shard of glass impaled itself into his arm. The least of his worries.

"Let her go." He said slowly, cocking one head to the side as the creature lifted its head. When it didn't do anything, Spike ran into it, taking Buffy down in the process but pushing her to the side before climbing on top and driving the broken bottle into its chest.

Then it was gone.

"Buffy? What happened?"

She remained unmoving, staring up into the nights sky. She didn't even react when he crawled over and gently touched her face.

"We better go inside. If you want to play sleeping beauty, you can do it just as well away from these things that want to kill you." He saw a flicker of a smile on her face, if only for a second. "Just be prepared to be woken up by me."

Her hand took his when offered and she allowed him to lead her down into the crypt. He continued to talk, but the words practically went in one ear and out of the other.

"Buffy? Are you even listening to me?"

There was no verbal response, instead she practically launched herself at him - her arms wrapping around his neck, head dropping to the crook in his shoulder.

"Oh, I see." Spike said with a slight smirk, whilst wrapping his own arms around her waist. "You didn't come here to talk, did you?"

Sobs racked through Buffy's body and she tightly took a fist of of his shirt. "This helps... it helps more than talking would."