A/N: Sorry I took so long to update; I've been super busy with renovations towards my kitchen and bathroom. However, here is chapter 3!

Warnings: Mentions of extreme violence, sexual innuendo, and coarse language.

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Chapter 3: Frustrations

Angel was stalking towards his GTO deep in thought; he'd be lying if he said that he'd trusted his childe. However, if there was one thing that Spike excelled at; it was keeping his word, or die trying. Oddly enough that seemed to calm the 245 year old vampire, he'd really screwed up with Buffy he wasn't about to make her life worse by making it miserable. Upon entering his vehicle he stopped his hand at the ignition and glanced back at the Summers' residence with narrowed eyes, You hurt her Spike, I will kill you myself.

With that he turned the key and put the standard vehicle in drive and sped down the darkened street heading towards his new home. L.A.

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Spike sauntered over to the stairs and stopped at the bottom; he looked back at the door as he heard an early year GTO speed down the quiet street, grinning he placed his cold hand on the equally cold railing making his way up the carpeted staircase leading to the upper level. He was met with a muffled crying coming from the second room from the left, thankful that the Slayers' mum was out of town for the week; he certainly didn't fancy getting knocked on the head with another heavy object.

Spike grimaced as he remembered the incident months ago in the high school; he became quite fond of the older bird after that, he came to Buffy's door and listened to the cries that came from behind the closed door. Normally he reveled in the sound of anguish but, for some reason unknown to him this one's cry broke something inside him that he'd long thought lost ever since Dru. His heart. Pathetic right? He raised his hand to knock but the door was opened making him look like a bleeding idiot with his hand raised in a classroom.

"What do you want Spike?" Buffy's face was a mess, her mascara ran down her cheeks from the tears that dominated her ever since she found out of the claim.

"Wanted to check up on you, luv." Spike lifted his hand to her quivering chin and rubbed his thumb along her damp cheek. "The ponce is gone, thought you'd like to know." Buffy melted into his overly gentle touch for a few short moments, although to Spike it felt like an eternity. As quickly as it started she had snapped out of it and glared at Spike, she drew back sharply and decked him in the nose. "Ow! Bloodyhell!" He yelped in pain as he landed on his arse.

"Stop pretending to care, Spike! You're a soulless thing, you're incapable of emotion!" She yelled bitterly as she briskly past him and entered the bathroom to clean up and go patrol.

"Bollocks, this is 'onna be harder than I thought." Spike muttered as he got up and pressed his ear to the door to hear running water from the shower, shaking off the punch to his nose which still rang through his cranium with immense pain. He took the stairs two at a time as he grabbed his leather duster from the floor where it had been shed during his little dance with his grand sire and went out the front door; in search for something to hit, to take out his frustration of being the Slayer's punching bag yet again.

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Buffy was standing beneath the recurring pressure from the shower head on shaking knees, It shouldn't be this hard. Why is it so hard? Her thoughts were mainly on the fact that Spike was the one to know what it was that made her feel the urge to be with Angel, even after the heart breaking dumpage in the sewers during their last patrol together. Spike. Spike was only trying to help and how did she return the favor? She punched him in the nose and called him a soulless thing, although not far from the truth, she wasn't quite sure about emotionless he was with Drusilla for over a century. Drusilla was crazy as a loon though so could that really count?

She shook her head as she stepped out of the shower for the second time that evening as if to get the feeling or stench of Angel off of her without any real favorable result she settled for patrolling to take out her frustrations, getting quickly dressed she made her way down the stairs and leaving the house in almost superhuman speed. Before she really knew it she was standing at the gate of Restfield Cemetery, Buffy took a moment and glanced around the seemingly empty and too quiet graveyard. Extending her senses she tried to find what the cause of this odd occurrence was, suddenly she caught an aroma of scents; Whiskey, leather, and tobacco. Spike. Buffy immediately thought of Spike. Why would he be here?

Just as she entered the cemetery she caught sight of a group of maybe 5 vamps gathered around something, deciding to make her presence known she leaned up against the mausoleum. "Is this a private party, or can anybody join?" she beamed as the group turned to her at the same time. "Hiya!" she broke into a run towards them, jumping into the air she planted her feet into the chests of two vampires sending them to the ground in a heap, getting back to her feet quickly (almost too quickly, for she felt light headed and dizzy.) staggering slightly; seeing this the third vampire attacked her with precision knocking her to the ground.

Spike was across the field when he heard grunting and cheering as he glanced over to the group of vampires to see what the commotion was about, he found a blonde girl on the ground being kicked and stomped into the hallowed earth. He thought of just letting it happen but then he smelt the powerful blood; anger rose inside him as he realized that only one person had blood that strong.

Buffy.

Spike acted on his first impulse, throwing himself off the top of the mausoleum and taking off into a full throttle run; in his nature, thinking it was a party he threw himself into the brawl and started throwing punches and kicks as his instincts kicked in he grabbed the discarded stake that had been forgotten in the fray. Spike grabbed and twisted off the head of a fledgling vampire nearest to him and rammed the stake into another in a swirl of black leather he watched as they both dusted. Bloody hell this is right fun! He thought as he planted his foot into another vamp that decided to be heroic and sent him flying into a headstone, breaking it in half it crumbled onto him. Spike made sure that he was between the group of vampires and his slayer the whole time; His Slayer?!?! Bloodyhell, he's turning into a Nancy boy! He thought as he threw the stake with great precision it embedded itself into the heart of an unknowing female vampire she crumbled into dust. He blocked a kick aimed at his head, he retaliated with a punch to the kidneys the vampire slouched which allowed Spike to pick him up spinebuster style and slam him through a crate and he dusted as a splinter penetrated his unbeating heart, Spike glared at the last remaining vampire now in game face; the vampire ran off scared for his life.

"Oh come on, ya right wanker!" Spike shouted after the fleeing vampire, "Bloody well a disgrace to our race."

He sniffed the air and caught the unmistakable scent of Slayer blood. Kneeling beside the slayer he investigated her injuries, finding none that were really fatal (At least to a Slayer.) he gently shook her attempting to get the attention of the super girl; once he saw her stir and open her eyes halfway he truly knew that he loved this girl although he didn't like that idea he couldn't help it. Spike knew at that instant that he would do anything for her.

"S-Spike?" Buffy mumbled as she struggled to sit up, "What…"

"Shh… S'alright pet, Spike is 'ere I'll take care of you." Spike inwardly cringed when he said that he should really just leave her there, but he made a promise to his sire and although he'd never admit it; he'd made that same promise to himself. He'd be dust before he'd let anything happen to her; as he thought that he picked the slayer up and began making his way out of the cemetery as he felt the sunrise about to make an appearance, he had an hour at best before the slayer would wake up in a pile of Spike dust.

"No I can walk…" Buffy began mumbling her protests but soon sleep overcame her as the slayer side of her kicked in to begin the healing of her injuries, just as sleep overcame her she smiled Spike will take care of me, I know it. As much as Buffy hated to think it she just couldn't help but know everything would be just fine with her and Spike. The only thing that was left to do was cope, together they'd get through; it sounded wrong to her now but deep down she knew if was right.

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There is chapter 3, I don't know exactly how their feelings for one another had been realized by both of them at once but it makes for a good story. Don't forget to review and give me your thoughts on what has transpired through the past chapters. Good day!