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Chapter 6 – Biting Silence


Storming down the stairs, Buffy saw both Spike and Angel look up as she approached.

“Okay,” she said, coming to a stop between the two men and crossing her arms over her chest. “I want to know.”

“Know what, pet?” Spike asked, mimicking her position.

“Don’t mock me, Spike. You know damn well what I want to know.”

“There’s nothing to know, Buffy,” Angel said in the same tone he’d tried to appease her with for years.

“That’s bullshit and you know it!”

“Watch your tone, young lady,” Angel replied, his tone and features darkening as he looked at his daughter.

Realizing that she was overstepping some bounds, Buffy decided to try a different approach.

“If there’s something dangerous going on, I think I should know about it,” she said, managing to keep her voice calm, even as the two men exchanged knowing glances.

“You’re right,” Angel said with a nod. “If it was anything that directly put you in any danger, you would deserve to hear about it. Fortunately, we’re not in a situation like that.”

“You can’t keep doing this, Dad,” she said quietly, getting her point across more effectively than if she’d yelled at him. “You kept the prophecy about my life a secret from me until I discovered it on my own. Please don’t make that mistake again.”

“I’m not,” Angel replied, turning to walk away.

“Dad, wait,” Buffy called, catching his arm, unwilling to let him leave. Seeing his narrowed eyes, she nearly shrank away from him in fear. “What?” she asked nervously, shivering when she didn’t get a response from him.

Seeing the direction of his gaze, Buffy self-consciously reached up to her neck, feeling the few sets of puncture wounds that layered her skin. “It’s… it’s not what it looks like.”

“Too much,” Angel growled, spinning around to face Spike. “What the hell are you…? Never mind. I know what you were thinking,” he continued, his jaw tightening as he looked at the other man. “You should-”

“I said- it’s not what it looks like!” Buffy interrupted, growing frustrated that he wouldn’t listen to her.

“Then what is it?” Angel asked, turning toward her with fire flashing in his eyes.

“It’s… I love him,” she said, moving away from her father. “You know that.”

“That’s no excuse for this,” Angel replied, turning and walking toward his office.

“You know how it is, mate,” Spike said, causing Angel to stop before he reached the doorway. “Don’t pretend that you don’t.”

“There’s a difference, Spike,” he said, practically spitting out the name.

“Maybe yes and maybe no. Point is- she wants it.”

Looking down at the ground, Buffy quietly slipped out of the room, not wanting to hear anymore of the conversation. Quickly running into a nearby bathroom, she shut the door behind her, feeling sick to her stomach as she heard the shouting coming from the other room. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, Buffy pushed the hair away from her shoulders with shaking hands, catching her breath when she saw what her father saw.

Anytime that Spike had ever bitten her, Buffy felt special. She felt unique. Now she just felt unsettled. Something was happening, something deep inside of her that she didn’t understand and didn’t know how to handle.

“What’s wrong with me?” she whispered, blinking away the tears in her eyes.

Quickly brushing her hair back into place, she listened to the reverberation of the office door slamming and the sounds of the argument gradually fading away, signaling the end of yet another fight.

“What are they going to do when there are actually people staying here?” Buffy muttered, trying to distract herself as she left the bathroom.

Walking through the quiet hallway, she made her way toward her father’s office, stopping when she heard the muffled voices. Placing a hand on the wall that separated her from the voices, Buffy leaned in, hoping to catch some of the conversation.

“Maybe she’s right,” Angel said. “Maybe she does deserve to know.”

“Not yet… too soon.”

Buffy frowned at Spike’s response, not liking the idea that the man she trusted more than anyone would attempt to shelter her from something. Especially since he knew firsthand exactly who she was. As well as her strengths and weaknesses.

“This is dangerous, Spike. We have to handle it carefully.”

“All the more reason not to get her involved. We can handle this.”

“She’s my priority, Spike,” Angel said in a quiet voice.

“Mine, too.”

Stepping away from the wall, Buffy was inwardly warring with her natural reaction to run into the office and demand to know what was happening or go find a dark corner of the hotel and cry over the fact that she would always be a little girl to the men she loved most.

Knowing that neither option would get her the desired response – or prove to anyone that she was the mature young woman that she knew she could be – Buffy stayed where she was, seeing the door open a moment later. Raising her eyes to Spike’s when he appeared, she saw the instant guilt that flashed in his eyes, feeling a jolt go through her body as she felt what he was feeling before he quickly turned away. Getting the same reaction from her father, minus the physical jolt, Buffy stared at them for a moment before turning and walking away.

She didn’t want to hear what they would say about her now. She hated that they couldn’t trust her enough with information that obviously involved her own life.

Walking into the kitchen, Buffy opened the refrigerator, feeling her stomach churn in response to some of the contents before grabbing a bottle of water. Viciously twisting the top off as she kicked the door shut, Buffy turned in time to see Spike enter the kitchen, hands shoved deep in his pockets.

“Guess we need to talk.”

“Do we?” Buffy replied, taking a sip of water as she moved to walk past him, out of the room, stopping when he grabbed her arm before she could leave.

“I know you don’t like this-”

“What’s that?” she asked, finally turning to look at him. “The fact that you feel the need to keep talking about me behind my back? Or is it the fact that nothing’s changed between us in over a year of being together?”

“You know that’s not true.”

Staring into his eyes, Buffy seemed to be searching for an answer, shaking her head slightly when she didn’t find what she was looking for. “I don’t know anything anymore,” she whispered, pulling free from him. Walking out of the room, she flinched when she heard his raised voice behind her.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Stopping out of reflex, Buffy nervously twisted the cap on the bottle, trying not to turn around.

“Buffy.”

“I know what you’re going to say,” she muttered, staring at a point on the wall. “That whatever you do, you’re doing it for me.” Turning to face him, she didn’t bother to mask the pain in her eyes. “Am I right?”

Slowly stepping forward, Spike took a deep breath, needing to take some kind of edge off. Taking the water bottle out of her hand, he set it on the floor before taking her hand in his. “Come here, love,” he whispered, maneuvering her until she was pressed against the wall. With carefully gentle movements, Spike brushed the hair away from her throat before lowering his lips to her skin. Bypassing the point where her shoulder met her neck, he moved higher.

“Right now,” he whispered into her ear, feeling her trembling against him, “Nothing matters but us.”

Piercing the soft skin, Spike didn’t make a move to take any of her blood or deepen the bite- simply needing the connection of being close to her. After what felt like an eternity, he felt Buffy slowly raise her arms to wrap around him, relaxing against him. Closing his eyes, he let the demon fade away, leaving his face buried in her neck.

“I love you,” he whispered in a choked voice, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Never doubt that.”

“You’re scaring me,” she said softly, bringing her hands up to play with the soft hairs at the base of his neck.

“Don’t be scared,” he said, pulling back to look at her. “Just needed you to know that.”

Trailing a hand over his cheek, she gave him a soft smile when he relaxed. “I’ll always know that.”




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