Chapter 8
A tall, fair haired figure dressed in black clothes found himself running through one of Sunnydale's cemeteries' from the person he least wanted to see at this point.
The slyer, he had been trying to keep a low profile but this time it looked like he had been sussed. He wanted to save Buffy the pain of seeing him back, he loved her so much and now it seemed the perfect time to tell her. After all she was about to kill him for robbing a local butchers store for blood.
The vampire slowed down his pace and felt the slayer topple on top of him as she pulled him to the floor.
One moment Buffy Summers was chasing after a vampire and now she was sat on top of the vampire she had just recently lost.
"Spike?" Buffy asked angrily been able to get her words out.
The blonde vampire nodded, he also had tears in his eyes but tried not to show it, it was a man thing.
"But… how?" Buffy asked but the next thing she knew her and Spike were melting into each others arms as if nothing in the world mattered more than the way they felt for each other.
This was the moment they both had been waiting for what seemed to be their whole lives.
Things couldn't be going better for them until she heard Xander yelling.
"Damn" Buffy sighed. "Run and meet me in the woods in an hour."
Spike reluctantly agreed, all he wanted to do was to hold her in his arms and never let her go again. But he knew she was rite, he couldn't risk letting any of her friends find out he was back. Not yet anyway.
Buffy ran to meet Xander, as the pair saw each other they were caught up in a endless emotional embrace.
"Please tell me you haven't done anything stupid Buffy. Please."
Tears rolled down Xander's cheeks.
"No. not yet." Buffy glared ahead over Xander's shoulders, she was coming for Amy.
She wanted revenge.
But first she needed to make a quick pit stop in the woods.
Tara, Dawn, Anya and Giles were all sat down at Buffy's house. Everyone in different seats but all sharing the same expression.
It was that of guilt and sadness.
They all felt like it was their fault, but it wasn't they knew that. It was Amy's.
It had now been at least three hours since Buffy had stormed out of the hospital because Tara blamed it on Buffy.
Tara now regretted saying that, she was just so mad at the fact she had lost the love of her life, her soul mate.
The awkward silence was broken by Buffy and Xander walking through the front door of the Summers' residents.
"Buffy, I'm so sorry." Tara said as she stood up to greet the worn out slayer.
"it's okay," Buffy paused and walked over to the centre of the room next to the fireplace. "Guy's it's no one's fault, well none of us. It's Amy's, and… and I'm going after her."
Everyone looked at Buffy which made her feel like she had just told them Christmas was cancelled.
"hey, I'm beat. I'm gona go grab a shower then go to bed. I suggest you guys do the same."
Spike paced up and down waiting for Buffy. She had told him to meet her a hour ago, she was late. Just like Buffy though he thought. She was always late, he loved that about her.
"Spike." He heard a voice behind him say almost in a whisper.
Spike turned around to greet the women.
"You're late, pet." He smirked as the two stared at each other in the eyes.
"Please tell me that in the morning you're still gona be here."
"I will, unless I stay here all night then by the morning I'm…"
Buffy cut him off with a kiss, the couple stood their for what seemed like forever, him holding her in his arms as they passionately locked lips.
Spike now knew she loved him, Buffy Ann Summers loved him. He couldn't believe it.
Life couldn't get better.
To be continued………….