Author's note: This chapter is of course dedicated to my glorious reviewers. Thanks so much guys. Sorry for dedicating it to you if its complete crap. Yes, I do lack self-esteem.

'This sucks,' Buffy thought to herself, trying to remain calm. 'So I'm either going insane or Spike's done something. Either way the others can't find out. Cause I may just be going insane cause of Spike and I don't want them to know that.'

"Can hear you slayer," Spike said out loud, no need to just be thinking it to her. Not like anybodies around to hear him, they'd just think he was talking to himself. Probably wouldn't surprise a lot of people, he did talk to himself, often. Seemed to help in his convincing himself he was thinking about Buffy cause he wanted to kill her, instead of 'other things.'

'Figured that, now what did you do to me?'

"Nothing," Spike replied, annoyed she had jumped to the conclusion it was his fault. Well, it was his fault, but she shouldn't assume that.

'Well obviously you did as I'm hearing your thoughts,' she thought back in reply, trying to appear as though she was listening to Giles words. His just rambling on about new training tactics or something, not important anyway.

"Ok, so I did a spell," He said quickly, trying to get more in before she went off at him. "I wasn't trying to do this, I was just trying to send you a thought message to buy me blood."

'You performed a complicated physic message sending spell, just to tell me to buy you blood. Spike I swear, when I get home I'm going to kill you.' Buffy clenched her teeth, trying to resist jumping up and rushing back to Giles' house to beat Spike to death. That might be a tad suspicious.

"Buffy?" Willow said suddenly, looking concerned as she stared at Buffy. "Your being all with the teeth clenching, something wrong?"

Buffy looked up at Willow quickly, snapped out of her blood lust. "Mm?" she said quickly. "No, I just remembered something I had to do back at Giles' house." She stood up and headed toward the door.

"Is something wrong?" Willow asked.

"No," Buffy replied, still speaking very quickly, Anxious to get out the house and beat Spike to a blood pulp. "Just somebo-thing I have to take care of." She pulled open the door, stepping outside.

"That was odd," Anya said flatly as the door swung closed behind Buffy. "You think something's up?"

"Defiantly," Xander said, finally inputting something in the conversation.

"You think she can handle it?" Willow asked.

"I have no doubt," Giles' replied, and then launched into another large explanation of his new patrolling schedule.

"God she's going to kill me," Spike said to himself, knowing pacing the lounge room. Normally he wasn't worried by her threats but it seemed she'd reached the end of her tether on dealing with him.

"Damn right I'm going to kill you," Buffy replied, now talking out loud. Getting several odd looks from passer bys. The thought suddenly occurring to her, "How did you cast the spell if you're chaining in the bathtub?" Getting her even more stares from onlookers. Who now seemed to think she was crazy, though she was to pissed off to care.

"Broke the chains," Spike replied, sounding rather proud of himself. They were pretty strong chains after all.

"And you didn't escape?" Buffy replied, sounding confused. He could have scaped, why didn't he escape.

"Nowhere to go," Spike replied, "Also, its light out. Don't really fancy being burnt to a crisp." He sat down on the couch, might as well make himself comfortable before she comes and kills him.

Buffy grinned, crisped Spike, now there was a happy thought. A thought of which Spike could see her thinking. She finally reached Giles' house, opening the door and storming in.

Spike stood up quickly, shocked by the sudden noise of the door. Didn't think she could get here that quickly. "Slayer," he said quickly, sounding slightly nervous. She looks murderous, not good. Even so he was still unable to keep the thoughts out of his head about how gorgeous she was.

Buffy paused; did he really just think that? She eyed him, her murderous look gone. Replaced by one of pure confusion.

'Oh bollocks, she can hear my thoughts can't she." He looked panicked for a moment. 'Need a cover up comment, bollocks. She can hear my thinking I need a cover up comment about that thought.'

Buffy just continued to eye him in confusion, "Spike?" she started to ask. "What's going on here?"

"Nothing," He replied, forcing all other thoughts similar to the one before out of his head. Along with a few much worse ones. Cannot ever let her see those thoughts.

'Must have just misheard,' Buffy thought, shrugging and stepping toward him, punching him hard in the nose. Feel abit better already.

Spike stumbled backwards clutching his now bleeding nose. "Bloody hell," he groaned in pain. He dropped his hand away, glaring at her. "I just made a mistake, all I wanted to do was give you a message to bring me blood. Think I bloody want yo hear your thoughts?" Well actually, he did. Getting inside Buffy's mind, knowing how she's really feeling. That idea was very appealing. Shouldn't be, but is. Stupid feelings.

Buffy grinned, enjoying the expression of pain on Spike's face. "Now," she started. "How long does this spell last. Sick of hearing all your thoughts." Though as much as it pained her to admit it to herself, that fact that Spike thought she was good looking wasn't really a bad one. Not that she could think that now. That would lead to Spike finding out. Which would lead to badness.

Though as confusing as this is Spike did hear her thinking about it. In thinking about not thinking about it she had thought it? Confused? They are as well.

Spike just grinned to himself. "I heard that," he said.

Buffy bit her lip, stupid thought spell. "Yeah well, everybody likes a compliment," she said, sounding rather stupid. That's such a bad cover up I can't even believe it. Its time to get outta here, sleepy, might have a sleep.

"I'm going to have a rest," she said, walking past Spike and into the hallway. She paused at the door of the spare bedroom. Turning back around to look at Spike for a moment.

"Spike?"

"Yeah?"

"I hate you."

"Hate you to slayer."

She opened the door to the guest room, walking inside and closing it quickly after her. Leaving Spike to sit back on the lounge, grinning. Think he'd had a little change of heart; this mind spell defiantly had its upsides.

Author's note: Well there's my second chapter, hope you people like it as much as you liked my first. Read and review please. Also you may have noticed people that have read it before, I changed it. Yes, I stuffed up with the Dawn and Tara thing. Thanks for pointing that out to me. Next chapter soon.