Deliberating his next move, Spike realized that he had no motives. He had no plans; he had no reason with her gone. Maybe a new slayer would come to him; maybe he would go to her. Either way, it wasn't the same. He missed his slayer. Wherever she was. Hell probably.
I need a drink. He thought to himself with distaste. He found it much easier to think evilly if he weren't sober. Or if you actually still had an evil though in that head of yours...
He was nearing the Bronze when he caught a familiar scent. It smelled like righteousness and some kind of evil tainted holiness. Tainted innocence. He turned his head in the direction of Buffy's scent with high hopes, and began to follow it. He really didn't know why he cared so much. He should be trying to kill her, enjoy her weakened state and off her. But no. He'd grown attached.
A swirl of blonde hair fluttered in the distance as Buffy turned herself around, catching his scent in the breeze. Eyes wide, she took a hesitant step towards her.
I'm gonna kill her. He thought as he saw the small smile crinkle her eyes. Rip her heart out an' feed it to her. He snarled low in his chest, and she heard it. Taking a horrified step back, she wondered just how much damage she'd done. Angel said she needed to do some damage control, but she never guessed the extent of it.
"Spike," she whispered, trying to bring him to reason.
He walked towards her with as much threat as he could muster in his steps, and stopped mere inches from her, glaring down at her frightened face. "I could kill you slayer." He snarled viciously.
"Spike, I'm sorry." Her voice barely audible in her inner turmoil.
"Thought you were dust I did." His face showed a monster, but his eyes were soft with relief. She's alive. ... Ish.
"I thought you wanted me to leave." Her eyes stung.
He stared at her for a second, deliberating quickly. Then in one quick movement he grabbed her wrist and slammed her into the brick wall of the club. With a heavy growl, his lips crashed into hers. Angrily kissing away the memories of pain from her absence. "Don't leave." He snarled at her through his kiss.
She pulled him closer to her, half ignoring his words, half rejoicing in them.
"Hello? Willow?" Joyce asked into the phone the next morning.
"Yes?" A small voice replied to her.
"Hi Willow, it's Joyce Summers." She said with relief.
"Oh, hi Mrs. Summers. How are you?"
"Oh, I was just calling to see how you were doing is all." Buffy's poor friends must be in an awful state. She thought to herself.
"Oh I'm great Mrs. Summers. Peachy." Willow said happily.
"Really?" Well, perhaps they weren't as close as they seemed. "I meant about the whole... Buffy... thing." She confirmed.
"Oh, Oh!" Willow exclaimed. "Yeah, uh, it's really hard Mrs. Summers. But uh, hey, I have to go!" She said quickly. "Bye!" With that she hung up, leaving Joyce with raised eye brows and a wide mouth. After a second, she shrugged her shoulders and decided to call Xander.
"Was it really that bad?" Buffy teased Spike, jabbing his ribs as they settled in for the day.
He scoffed. "Bad? Please, I hoped you'd be gone. Bloody pain in my ass you are, pet." He smirked at the false pout she gave. Chuckling, he leaned in for a kiss. "Don't do it again, or I'll be forced to kill you myself." He snickered, sliding deeper under the covers.
"If it makes a difference, I thought about you a lot." She perched herself on her elbow, looking down at him and resting her hand on his chest.
"You're just saying that 'cause you want free blood."
"Hmm, maybe." Smirking, she kissed him again, this time a little bit longer.
"Maybe I'll show you how it feels," he said pulling away. "Leave you for a while, see how you cope."
"No," she tried to keep her voice calm through her sudden panic. He's joking right? I mean, he wouldn't actually leave me. She waited for her pulse to quicken, and was slightly disappointed when it didn't.
"'m not goin' anywhere pet." He reassured her when he saw her scared eyes. He knew she didn't stand much of a chance fending for herself. But then again she could always just go back to Angel... Bloody hell, I'll burn in the sun before I let that wanker touch my girl again. Feeling suddenly very territorial – it must have been he's demon reacting – he grabbed her and pulled her on top of him, kissing her roughly again. "We'll both stay then yeah?" He asked through short gasps. Vampires didn't generally need to breath, but Spike was a very strange vampire, and so was Buffy.
"We'll both stay." She smiled, letting her hair fall from her shoulders to tickle his bare chest. She let him support her weight for a while before she snuggled into him and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
Spike's on the other hand, was not so dreamless. His dreams were filled with fire and pain and maniacal laughter that exploded from all around him. Then it was dark, and he was alone. Alone until a glimmer of golden light shone down from somewhere he couldn't see. It was above him, but he may have been upside down from the pressure he was feeling in his slowly numbing skull. The light grew bigger and bigger, and he wondered if it was the sun, coming to finally take him. But the sun turned into wisps of hair, hair that fell around the shoulders of a girl. Buffy. Only she was still alive, and well... Being alive, she still hated him. She pulled out a stake from behind her – where had she hidden that? – and stabbed it through his chest. The stake didn't kill him though, instead it burned and burned and burned for what seemed like an eternity, before she pulled it out and kissed the wound, sucking the blood into her mouth. Confused, he watched as her blunt human teeth turned into fangs, and then she was the Buffy that he knew, strong and undead and just as lethal as ever, and her sharp canines dug into him, bringing more pain than the stake had. "You'll never leave." She said in a voice that wasn't hers. With a start, he woke up.
Sweat had soaked him during the nightmare, and he found himself panting for breath. He turned to see Buffy laying beside him, for the comfort her presence would give him from the dream. But she wasn't there. Panic gripping him, he searched the room that was empty of unlife accept for him. "Buffy?" He called, and let out the breath he'd been holding when he heard her dim answer.