Spike's Apartment 5:16 AM

"Who is it?" Spike asked after someone knocked on the door.

"Open up and you'll see." A voice replied.

Spike recognized it and opened the door with a smiled on his face. When he saw Buffy he couldn't believe it. Most of the cuts and bruises were gone from her face. Only a few shadows lingered. He then realized that she wasn't supposed to be there.

"Is something wrong, are you alright?" he asked concerned.

"Oh, I'm fine. A little tired but…" she paused. "…I couldn't go back home. I knew that if I did all I would have done was cry, and since I'm gonna die I didn't want to spend the rest of my days feeling sorry for myself. So I came here instead, I hope that's ok?" Buffy confessed.

"Yeah, sure come on in." He moved and opened the door more to let her pass.

"Thanks." She said taking his offer.

After she was in Spike closed the door he took notice of her hands.

"So judging by your hands and clothes, you found someone then."

Buffy looked down at her hands and sure enough they were painted red with the blood of Johnny and Luke. Images of how they had died shot through her head. Her hands started to shake.

"Buffy, are you ok?" Spike questioned when he saw the rapid motion in her hands.

"Yeah, fine…" Her eyes started to fill with tears. "No." she said simply. "I guess I'm a little freaked out. I've never killed anyone before. The thing of it was when I got there it all seemed so simple…and it was. The torture, blood and screamed, didn't get to me…until now. I mean I'm not even finished, and it feels like I'm already paying for it. For their deaths." Tears streamed down her face. "And I don't know if I can do take it." She covered her face with one hand and cried freely.

For a few seconds Spike questioned whether or not to comfort her. He couldn't bare to see her cry with no one to tell her it would be alright and hold her. He walked up to her slowly, and took her in his arms.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and continued to cry.

"I've never met anyone like you Buffy. I didn't know there even were people like you. You have a good heart, anyone could have seen that. They would have gotten away with killing you. You don't have anyone who would look for you. It's not your fault." Spike waited to see if Buffy would say anything. When she didn't he pulled her out of his hold and put her left hand under her chin to tilt it up so her eye met his. "Hey, it's not your fault…really. The sooner you see that the soon things will get a lot less complicated. What they did to you was awful; you can't blame your self. Don't let anyone tell you different."

As Buffy looked at Spike through blurry eyes, she saw something that she didn't before…a scar. But it was on the inside, he had been hurt before.

"What happened to you? You've known pain, I feel and see it."

Spike was amazed that Buffy knew about him. It was hard for him to talk about it, his eyes threatened tears. "Um, my fiancée Anya was killed…a little over year ago. Her heart was cut out. The killers were never caught. I've never really gotten over it." He admitted.

"That must have been so hard for you."

"It was…and that's why you can't let it happen to you. You can call it revenge, vengeance, or justice, whatever you wanna call it, they're getting what they deserve. And that's to die. Don't feel bad because you're the one killing them…be glad that you're not ending up like my Anya did. Willow said that if you die and unavenged death no matter how much sin you've done your soul automatically goes to heaven. When Anya was nine she killed her father. He came home drunk one night and was beating on her mum pretty bad…so she went into the kitchen and got a craving knife from the drawer and stabbed him in the back. He died right there in front of her. She pierced his heart. Now there are those that say she should have gone to jail, and those who said it was self defense. The case never went to court, but my Anya, my sweet Anya was one of the kindest soul I've ever met, and I think that she is in heaven right now, and had her death been any other way she still would be."

Buffy cried fresh tears again.

Spike looked her dead in the eye. "That's why you can't let it happen to you. It can't happen to someone else I care about." Before Spike could catch what was coming out of his mouth it was too late.

But Buffy caught it. "You care about me?" She asked.

Spike wasn't gonna lie or deny the fact that he did care about Buffy the way he did Anya, or sort of Willow. "Yeah, I do. To tell you the truth I'm head over heels about you. You make me go weak in the knees." When he realized what he said he had to fix it. "In a manly way of course." He clarified.

"Of course." Buffy agreed. "Well, Spike you're making me blush…do dead girls blush." She questioned him.

"Not sure." He answered.

"Well even if I don't I would be. And just so you know the feels mutual. I've actually found myself in love with you." She confessed. "And the thought that I'm not gonna be able to ever have you makes me feel like I'm drowned all over agai—"

Spike cut her off by darting his tongue in her mouth. While he wondered if she would slap him or not he was going to enjoy it. But to his relief she welcomed it. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up tying her legs around his waist intensifying the kiss.

As Spike moved blindly toward the bed he attempted to untie Buffy's leather halter. "Does…this…thing have…a …child lock on…it?" He asked in between kisses.

Buffy giggled at his remark and ran her hands through his hair.

When Spike felt his shins hit the side of the bed, he let his body fall forward on top of Buffy. He began to work at her halter again; all the strings were confusing him. "Can you get this damn thing off…it won't work." He said in frustration.

Buffy undid the strings at the bottom of the shirt and pulled. The top loosened and she slid it over her head. She resumed kissing Spike while she unbuttoned his shirt.

"Oh god." Spike called out. "Buffy, I want you."

Buffy only responded by taking Spikes pants off.

When Spike's pants were at his ankles and used his feet to finish pulling them off.

Buffy kicked her boots to the other side of the room near the door.

After Buffy's pants were shed Spike had thought "Wait, wait." Spike said. "Should I wear a condom or something?" He asked concerned.

"I'm dead." Buffy responded, and resumed kissing him.

Spike pulled away again. "Yeah, but you've only been dead for like a day or so, you know that's not a very effective birth control-"

"Spike?" Buffy cut him off.

"Yeah?" He looked down into her eyes.

"Fuck me." She demanded.

"Ok." Spike simply put and began kissing her again. When he felt himself fully harden he took his invite Buffy had given him. He had another thing he just had to say. "Does having sex with you make me a necrophiliac?"

"Spike, just shut up." Buffy asked.

"Right, sorry, won't say another word."

When Spike was inside of her Buffy felt a sharp pain that caught her off guard, causing her t let out a small cry. She hoped Spike didn't hear it, but he did.

Spike let up on the amount of push that he was giving, and looked Buffy in the eye. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" He questioned her.

"No, it wasn't you…um…it um was them. I guess I'm still a little sore from that. But I'm fine don't worry about it."

"Are you sure?" The concern in his voice made Buffy's heart melt.

"I'll be fine, really." She reassured him.

"Only if you're sure." He confirmed.

"I am." She said with a smile. "Now, where were we?" She asked him.

Spike smiled back at her.

When he reentered Buffy felt the pain again. She tried to ignored it, but when he started pumping the intensity became too much for her. Her eyes started to fill with tears.

"Spike, please stop." She whimpered.

"What, what is it?"

"I'm sorry, I just—it just hurts too much. I can't so it. I'm sorry. Do you think you could hold me or something, be next to me?"

"Of course." He said, getting off top of her. When he laid down next to her she turned her head to look into his eyes.

"I'm sorry; I really wanted this to happen."

He looked back at her and touched her cheek with his hand. "Oh, don't worry luv. It's not your fault. You're still pretty bruised up down there. But your face is looking better, the rest of the bruises are almost gone." He touched the small fragment of the shadow. He put his arm over her head and pulled her closer to his body.

She took it welcomingly. The warmth he gave off made her feel more at home then she did when she really was at home. Between the being dead and not being able to have sex with Spike because of the asses that caused the first problem.

"How are you doing?' Spike asked after he kissed the top of her head.

"I'm ok, you?" She looked up at his face to make eye contact.

"Well, my engines' started but stuck in park, other then that, I'm ok. Now the question becomes, what happens when the sun comes up, and while it's up, what are you gonna do, I mean?"

"I don't know…I guess it would be harder to kill the rest in broad daylight and not get caught. Why what are you doing?" She wondered.

"Well, I'm going on a date with you." He said with a smile covering his face.

"A date, really? What time would this date be set for?"

"First think when we get up. And hoping that's not all day considering that the sun will be up in a few hours."

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm beat…and I'm also the dead one here who will be sleeping for the rest of eternity after I finish this nice little job I have. Have I mentioned that I hate higher powers?"

"Never to my face, but I'm sure it's crossed your mind more then once. Now get some sleep. We'll both need it for tomorrow." Spike kissed her head again and rested his cheek against her temple.

Buffy feel asleep to the beat of Spike's heart…she wanted to stay for ever.