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Title: Caught Between Two Lovers
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
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Summary: Takes place early season 2. A
retelling of Buffy and Spike's first meeting.
For the purposes of the story, Angel does
not exist, and Spike is a little...different.




Part Twenty-one.....


She

~~~~~~~~~~
"She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
~~~~~~~~~~


The launch cruised up to the dock, and Spike tossed
the rope out to Luke, waiting until the craft was secured
at it's mooring.

Once it was firmly tied, Luke hopped off the small
boat, a big smile plastered all over his face. "We got him,
Boss."

"Good," Spike replied. "Is he conscious?"

"Umm...well, no. He sort of...didn't want to come
with us. We tried to reason with him, Boss, but he just
told us to fuck off. Said he didn't even remember your
lady and wouldn't give a shit about her if he did."

Spike allowed a small smile to touch his lips. "Well,
I'll just have to remind him then." He tossed the keys
to Lysander's town car in his minion's direction. "Let's take
him up." As he walked back towards the car, another
thought occurred to him, and he turned back to
Luke again. "Throw him in the trunk."

As the car traveled the four miles from the dock to the
estate, one thought kept playing over and over in his
mind.

**Soon, love. I'll be there soon. Please don't
forget about me...**




~~~~~~~~~~
"She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill the autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day..."
~~~~~~~~~~


Spike sat in a chair on the opposite side of the
large bed that his prisoner was bound to, waiting
for him to regain consciousness.

As he waited, he studied the other vampire.

The man was around six feet tall, and bulky. He
had the kind of body that could never be described
as graceful, no matter what he was doing.

His face had an almost neanderthalish look to it,
with blunt features. It had probably been a bit leaner
in his youth, but was now running to seed, and looked
a little doughy. He had dark brown, badly cut hair, and
a pathetic attempt at a mustache drooped down from his
upper lip.

Still, his appearance didn't matter in the slightest. All
Spike needed was his blood. A goodly amount of it.

He stared at the vampire, silently willing him to open
his eyes.

Spike didn't plan on giving him much longer. He
would prefer to do what had to be done with a little
cooperation, but that scenario wasn't set in stone.

Frankly, he didn't much care one way or the other. All
he wanted was to be able to leave this island with a
clear conscience, knowing that he had fulfilled his ob-
ligation to Drusilla.

All he wanted was Buffy.


~~~~~~~~~~
"She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell

She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell..."
~~~~~~~~~~


Being so far away from her was almost physically
painful. He hadn't realized how horrible it would be
until he'd had to leave her.

But, even knowing that in the long run she was probably
better off without him wasn't enough to hold him here
much longer.

His "noble gesture" of leaving her behind to try and
allow her to lead as normal a life as a slayer could now
seemed stupid, a waste of time and effort. When the facts were
boiled down to their barest essence, what he had actually
done had been to desert her, good intentions not with-
standing.

He should have known he'd never be able to stay away
from her. She owned his heart completely, far more than
Drusilla ever had.

His beautiful, bright eyed little slayer, her childlike
giggles juxtaposed with her womanly charms, was all he
wanted in the world. He would do whatever it took to get
back to her.


~~~~~~~~~~
"She, who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry..."
~~~~~~~~~~


But the longer it took, the more his anxiety over
her rose. He'd been gone so long. What if she'd
gotten tired of waiting? She was young and
beautiful, with a passionate nature that she'd only
begun to explore. Men would sense that in her,
would be drawn to her by it, as he had been him-
self.

Just the thought of her giving herself to some other
man brought all his rage screaming to the surface.

What would he do if he returned, only to find that
his bride had given up on him? It was no more than
he deserved for leaving the way he had.

And if he found her in another man's arms...God,
what would it drive him to? Murder, he had no doubt.

"Away to heaven. Respective lenity," he quoted
softly. "Fire-eyed fury be my conduct now."

Yes, that pretty much summed it up.


~~~~~~~~~~
"She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die..."
~~~~~~~~~~


He couldn't let that happen, couldn't let her slip
through his fingers so easily.

Sitting and waiting for Dru's sire to wake up, he
decided that he would write to his bride that very
night. He had to tell her to wait for him, that he
was coming back to her; and that there was no power
on earth that would keep him from it.

He would make it all up to her somehow, would do
anything he had to do to make her forgive him. Because,
he had to. Without her...he had nothing.


~~~~~~~~~~
"She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years
~~~~~~~~~~


Shaking his head, he pushed the unpalatable
thought away. She WOULD be there, and she
WOULD be waiting.

They'd be together again, and he would cherish
her and live for her; he would marry her properly, and
make love to her every day for the rest of her life.

The future stretched out in front of him with a new
purpose; making Buffy happy.

He'd do all he could to make sure that she lived a
long and happy life, and when she inevitably left
him...he wouldn't be staying behind.

This was to be the final chapter of his long and
tumultuous existence.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is...she."
~~~~~~~~~~

TBC......

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