Here is my latest chapter. I hope it is thoroughly enjoyed by all. I know I initially said that Spike was going to be an even darker character than Angel, but after a few requests to turn down the dark, I've made Spike slightly more humane. I'm still going to try and incorporate a type of evil in his character; it just won't be as obvious as Angel. Like maybe I'll make his a more psychological darkness, but who knows. Anyways let me know what you think about this direction in the story, and give me your ideas. I love hearing them. I'm here to entertain people. So please take one minute out of your day and leave a review. It really helps and inspires me to keep writing.

Preach Pervert

Chapter 7

It had been over a week since Buffy arrived in LA. In seven days she had not once been outside, let alone out of the room. Different girls would come in to give her meals and every now and then would make small talk with her. Faith and Anya had become the most frequent visitors. Angel would come and go as he pleased, doing whatever he pleased. Depending on his mood she would be left chained to the bed naked, or other days she was given clothes and the chance to roam her small room freely. Last night, however, was a different story. His behaviour was completely different than anything she had ever seen from him. She would have sworn he was drunk, but it was so different from the way drunken people act. All she knew was something wasn't right. Before she new it he was grabbing at her. She had become used to Angel's roughness, but this was a whole new level. She let out a scream when her shirt was violently torn from her body in pieces, which resulted in her being hit across the face. She stumbled backwards and Angel pushed her into the wall hard enough for Buffy's neck and head to snap back. She winced in pain wanting to crumble to the floor and cry. His hand around her neck, pressing her into the wall forced her to stay standing. Buffy gasped as the tears started to roll from her eyes.

"Stop crying!" Angel growled, "all you ever do is fucking cry!"

Buffy closed her eyes wishing for him to go away. Praying for him to leave her alone. When the tears wouldn't stop she felt him hit her again on the side of the head. A ringing started in her ears from the impact. He continued his rampage throwing Buffy around the room until she could hardly balance on two feet. He finally pushed her onto the bed, restraining her arms with handcuff and left the room. Another thought could not even be processed before her mind shut down and she passed out.

Buffy awoke in more pain than she had ever felt before in her life. She opened her eyes, still bloodshot from the night before. She tried to move parts of her body but everything resulted in pain. Tilting her head forward she saw a familiar face sitting at the foot of the bed staring directly at her. "'Mornin' love," Spike said.

Buffy could do nothing but look at him silently, "Did he cut your tongue out or something?" he continued.

"No," she finally said almost too quietly to hear.

"Good. You'd be bloody useless if you couldn't talk." Spike uncrossed his legs and leaned forwards resting his elbows on his knees.

"What are you doing?" Buffy asked.

"Came to see how you were doing. Stupid git came stumbling in last night completely coked out of his mind.

"Coked out of hi…." Buffy repeated mostly to herself.

"Yes, coked up. Coke. Cocaine. Drugs."

"I know what coke is."

"Right. Well, yea, he came in completely coked up. He mumbled something about and disappeared. Figured I should make sure there was no dead body rotting away in here. Nasty things dead bodies are. Leaves quite the mess, if you know what I mean. Is it so much to ask for people to clean up after themselves?"

Buffy stared at him, bewildered with his choice of conversation. When he saw the look on her face, Spike quickly changed the conversation, "So, you okay then?"

"Do I look okay?"

"You could look worse."

Buffy scoffed and rolled her eyes, "right. I could be the corpse rotting on the floor."

"Exactly." The two stared at each other. Minutes passing without conversation, the level of uncomfortable awkwardness quickly rising. Buffy sighed scanning the room until her eyes fell upon her body. Her naked body. Upon this realization, she became increasingly self-conscious wishing she had a blanket or anything to cover herself up. She quickly looked at Spike and he, too, was scanning the room. It was almost as if he was avoiding looking directly at her. Buffy left out a laugh inside her head. How could he be prudish in this kind of business?

"Why won't you look at me?" she asked the beginnings of a smile twitched on her face.

"I am looking at you," he said, taken aback by the question.

"No your not. Look at you, you're all squeamishy."

"I am not!" he retorted immaturely as he looked at his shuffling feet.

"Don't be embarrassed Spike. I promise I won't tell any one." The smirk finally crawled up her face.

"Sod off, I'm not embarrassed and I don't need your soddin' promise, because there ain't nothing to tell."

"Fine," Buffy managed to say not long able to suppress the giggle. It was the first time she had laughed in almost two weeks. Her body shook on the bed as she laughed, and for that moment the pain of the night before faded away.

Not knowing what to do with the giggling blonde, Spike casually said, "people have been looking for you."

This immediately stopped Buffy's laughter. She swallowed hard, "what?"

"Got word that there's search party out for you. Mummy and Daddy must have realized princess Buffy is missing," he said with a smirk.

"How do you know this?"

"Soon enough you'll learn that I know everything, pet. The shadows are like my own personal army. Everything that gets whispered in them always ends up with me. I've got very close friends and partnerships that only exist in the dark. They provide with any and all information that I might need," he said. "I also know, that they have absolutely no leads as to where you're located. And, although nothing official has been said outside of the police, they're very close to chalking you up as a run away. They'll give up the search by next week at the latest."

Hearing this news brought a new sting to her eyes, "why would you tell me that?" she whispered.

"You need to get over everything that we've taken you from. It's in the past, and odds are you're never going to go back to Sunnydale. You're a tough girl Buffy. I suggest you stiffin that upper lip and get on with life."

"It's just such a mean thing to tell me."

Appalled, Spike retorted, "I'm mean, am I? Would you like me to bring Angelus back, love? Is that what you really want?"

Buffy shook her head slowly, "Please don't. Unless…unless you're just planning to take over his…activities."

"Course I'm not going to do that. I don't indulge in rape. I have goons like Angel to do that sort of dirty work." Buffy cringed at the thought of herself being nothing more than task for some "goon" to complete. "And when they get out of control, like he did last night, then I take what's there's. All that hard work gone to nothing, they're latest bunny goes to me."

"Bunny?"

"Never mind," he said slightly exasperated. "At any rate, Angel's misbehaviour has delayed my latest business objectives. I was planning to have you ready to go out with some of the girls by tomorrow night." Spike stood and walked over to the side of the bed getting a closer look at Buffy's physical state. He reached out and touched the bruising on her face. "But clearly that isn't going to be happening for another few days." His fingers were gentle as they grazed along the side of Buffy's face. They crossed over her dry lips causing her to bite her lower lip as the passed by. He let his hand fall from her face as Buffy simultaneously let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. "You've got quite a number o' nasty bruises on you. We'll get you all healed up and ready to go." Spike then slid the tips of her fingers up her arms to the handcuffs. Buffy let out a shudder which didn't go unnoticed by he bleach blonde above him. Without commenting on it her unlocked the handcuffs, pulling them off the bed and tucking them into his back pocket.

He backed away and headed towards the door, "I'm leaving this unlocked so you can leave your room. There's no sense keeping you locked up any more. I hope by now that you understand if you try to run I will personally find you and kill you. Look at this way, pet, if you do want to go back to Sunnydale running from me is the worst way to go about it. That would make too easy of a kill. Anyways, Anya should be up shortly with some brand new, career appropriate clothing. You're welcome to come down to our common room when you're ready" The door shut quietly behind him as he left the room.

Well that's the latest chapter. I hope I've somewhat catered to the requests of reviewers in terms of more Spike time. Hopefully you can see now that his part will be playing a central role in the story. I promised you that it will be a Buffy Spike and now it's finally starting.