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“And you think it was a Slayer-dream?” Giles asked as he took off his glasses to clean them. He leaned against the table in the library, looking thoughtful at what his Slayer had just told him. Surely he was a bit concerned about this new Souled-Vampire, but he had no idea what to make of this dream.

“I don’t know, I think so. I mean, it sure felt like it. It was so real, I could feel every punch I threw and received, I could even feel all the emotions I was feeling.” Buffy said, pacing in front of Giles. “I don’t get it, because the first part was about the night we first met, only it went differently, so it couldn’t be like a future-dream, right?”

Giles sighed. “I don’t know Buffy. Perhaps it was trying to show you something about Spike’s true nature.”

She stopped at that and looked at her Watcher. “You think he’s lying to us?”

He shrugged. “It is possible. After all, we know very little about him, as he doesn’t release all too many details about himself. And the books do all tell about his wretched nature, and the Slayers he’s killed. It is indeed possible this is all just some elaborate scheme to get to you.”

Buffy thought this over a few moments before frowning. “No…no that can’t be it. I mean, Angel saw the soul in him, right?” She continued without waiting for an answer. “Maybe the dream was just to warn us about something that’s to come. You think I should talk to him about it?”

Giles opened his mouth to tell her that that was not exactly a wise idea, when the doors to the library opened and Willow, Xander and the exchange student Ampata entered. Buffy sighed to calm herself and tried to focus on the girl she’d temporarily ditched to tell Giles about her dream. “Giles, this is Ampata.”

Giles stepped up to her, smiling. “How do you do?” he asked while shaking her hand.

“Hi.” She said shyly.

“I was, I was wondering if you could uhm, translate this?” Giles asked as he brought forth the broken seal they’d got from the museum last night.

“That was in no way awkward.” Buffy said sarcastically with a roll of her eyes.

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Buffy sighed as she entered one of the many cemeteries in Sunnydale. Restfield Cemetery was one of her ‘favourites’, if you could call it that, because it was closest to home, and it usually saw the most activity. Last night had been crazy. The kind of special slay-y crazy it sometimes got when her friends got strangely involved, like say, hyena’s or robot boyfriends. Or mummy girlfriends, like Ampata had been.

So due to the craziness that was last night, she hadn’t patrolled, and had thus not had the possibility to run into Spike, who she’d had the weird dream about, which she wanted to figure out, by talking to Spike. Okay, did that thought make any sense? My brain must be fried or something.

She idly twirled her stake around as she made her way to the cemetery, stopping once, twice to stake some dumb fledgling. She halted as she heard the loud clink of a heavy door, and she turned to see a figure stepping out of one of the larger crypts. She slowly walked closer, until to her surprise she recognized the form of none other than Spike. What was he doing in there?

“Spike.” She called, and watched as he quickly twirled to face her, obviously surprised.

“Buffy, hi. What brings you out ‘n about?” He asked as he stepped away from the crypt and towards her.

“Well I heard there’s no place like a field full of dead people for a party, so I thought I’d give that a try.” She said while crossing her arms and looking at him sceptically.

Spike frowned slightly at what she said. Somehow that hadn’t sounded like a regular sarcastic remark, but the kinds she preserved only for those who ended up at the wrong side of a stake. “You alright, love?”

“Peachy.” She said before realizing that if she was going to get anything from him, she’d probably have to be a little more conversational and less slayer-y. She relaxed her stance and took a step towards him. “What were you doing in there?” She asked, pointing to the crypt behind him.

“Jus’ catchin’ up on some old memories. Used to live there.” He said and chuckled at her incredulous look.

“A crypt? You lived in a crypt?” She somehow got this vision in her head of Spike living in a crypt filled with old furniture, candles all over the place and oriental rugs on the floor. Okay strange…but it could work. Could be…comfy, somehow? “Well, to each his own, I guess.” She frowned. “So you, lived here before? In Sunnydale?”

Spike couldn’t believe how stupid he was being. Slipping up all over the place, not watching his words careful enough. Bollocks, now he was gonna have to lie to her again. “Uh, yeah. Some years back. When I was still the Big Bad…long before you were born.”

Buffy inwardly high fived herself. Perfect! This was the perfect opening for her to very ‘casually’ start questioning him about the stuff she’d seen in her dream. If he looked at her as if she’d grown two heads, she’d just write it off as crazy Buffiness, but if he’d start twitching or slipping up somehow or whatever, she’d know something was up. “So what were you like? When you were still the ‘Big Bad’?”

He smirked. “I’ll have you know I’m still as Big and Bad as ever, pet.” He said wiggling his eyebrows, and smiled when he saw her blush slightly. “But in all seriousness, I s’pose I was pretty much the same I am now, only with the slight tendency to be more evil. You know, lovin’ the kill, the hunt, the fightin’. Bein’ my own vampire. Comin’ up with brilliant plans, that somehow never managed to work out ‘cause of my bein’ impatient.” Though that last part’s pretty much still the same, innit?

“Like on parent-teacher night when you crashed in ‘cause you couldn’t wait for Saturday to kill me and ended up getting whacked over the head with an axe?” She interrupted, looking and sounding completely innocent.

“Yeah, exactly like that yeah. But you have to admit, that mother of yours was a might fierce lady, Buf –“ Only then he caught on to his mistake. It was the way she’d said it. So casual, as if she was merely talking about a fond memory. It had made him somehow think he was talking to the old Buffy for a fraction of a second. And, hang on, she wasn’t supposed to know about that. He frowned deeply in surprise, and saw she was slightly surprised herself, and perhaps a tad…disappointed? “Buffy?”

She couldn’t believe it. He’d replied in exactly the way she’d hoped he wouldn’t. Like he knew what she was talking about, even though she didn’t. So what did this mean? Was he evil somehow? Okay Buffy, let’s not jump to conclusions right away, let’s hear what he has to say first. She crossed her arms. “Care to explain that, Spike?”

“Wh – I – how did you…Where did that bit come from, love?”

“You tell me. I had a dream last night. And not the kind of dream where you’re running to catch the bus naked, but a glorified detailed and vivid Slayer-dream. It showed me all kinds of scenario’s about you and me fighting. The first one being how we first met, only with the outcome slightly different. Maybe you can even tell me how it went?”

God, what do I do? Is this the ‘cat out of the bag’ moment? Should I tell her? He racked his brain for an explanation that could possibly sound plausible but wouldn’t give away the truth, but he couldn’t come up with anything. Oh sod it, worst thin’ that could happen is that she locks me up in the barmy-house. He took a step forwards and readied himself for the moment of truth. “Let me guess. I step out of the shadows, applaudin’ you for a job well done an’ tell you I’m killin’ you on Saturday?”

She narrowed her eyes almost dangerously. “Somehow I’m thinking that wasn’t just a lucky guess.”

He sighed and let his hand go through his hair in frustration. How was he going to explain this? “Might be right there, Slayer.” Right, procrastination it was. Maybe he could buy some time to think this through. Lighting up a cigarette he glanced over at her and saw her looking rather anxious. “Love, this is going to take a bit of explaining. Shouldn’t you involve the Watcher in this, so I won’t have to repeat myself?”

So he knew exactly what was going on, eh? Somehow this disappointed Buffy even more, because it meant he’d been lying all along. Not that, ‘all along’ was really that long, since she only knew him for like a week, but still. She’d started trusting him and everything, but now it turned out it was all a lie. “Alright, I guess. Let’s go to the library, he’s probably still there.”

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The ten minute walk from Restfield to Sunnydale High hadn’t given Spike enough time to think this through. He had no idea whether he was making the right decision here or not. What would telling her do? Well, first of all, she’d think he was nutters. And when finally after a lot of repeating and explaining she’d believe him, then what? Okay, the truth would be out there, and he wouldn’t have to lie to her anymore. But would she feel weird, being around him? Because he knew her far better than she him? And maybe he would even screw something up on a cosmic scale.

But then again, that spokesperson for the PTB had told him he could tell Buffy if he wanted to, so it probably couldn’t hurt anything, except for maybe him. And while on that subject, what was up with the dream she’d had? Were the Powers giving her the memories of the old Buffy? Or was this just something to get him to fez up?

Of course it would make changing things easier. He could just warn them about the dangers coming, and they wouldn’t have to be all suspicious about how he knew it. And maybe he could change their lives this way as well, he could keep Red in check with her magic, telling her how bad she got. He could…well, Xander didn’t really need changing. Except maybe with his parental issues. But that wasn’t going to be a problem for another few years.

He sighed. Whatever the outcome would be, it was too late now. He’d told her he would tell her, and he couldn’t back out now. God knew how bad a liar he was, mostly because he hated doing it. The truth was always better.

I miss Buffy…The thought came out of nowhere, making him frown. Buffy was right beside him, but somehow he missed her. But this wasn’t…his Buffy. This wasn’t the Buffy who shared their memories, who knew him at his best and worst, who was…He stopped thinking. Of that, at least. Thinking like that only made him wish he was still in his own time, but then he’d be dead, and, apparently, working with Angel. And he was sure that if he’d intentionally screw up so he could go back, he would not keep the memories of this so he could remember not to be a stupid git and stay away from Buffy.

So stop this wishful thinking and just make the best of what you have here. At least it is Buffy.

They arrived at the school and Buffy went inside without looking back to see if he was following her. She wasn’t entirely sure of what to think of what Spike was about to tell them. Either he was going to lie, because in her dreams he’d been decidedly evil. Or he would tell her something that was entirely wiggy, something big.

She opened the swung open the door of the library. “Giles?” She called, and he appeared from his office with a cup of tea in his hand.

“Buffy, back so soon? How was patrol?” He asked, before noticing Spike following her into the library. “Ah. Spike.” He said, putting the teacup down.

“Rupert.” He said in greeting and walked up to the counter and seated himself upon it.

Giles took Buffy to the corner of the room and whispered to her “You told him about your dreams?”

Buffy gave him a look. “Giles,” She said, not bothering to whisper. “do you not remember the whole vampire hearing thing? He can hear us just fine, and yes, I told him.”

He stood up straight and took of his glasses to clean them. “I see. And I trust he’s here to…find out what it is about?”

“No.” She said with a sigh. “He is here to explain himself. Apparently he knew exactly what the dream was about.” At Giles’ surprised expression she merely nodded in confirmation before turning around to face the supposedly good vampire.

Giles replaced his glasses and took a moment to let the meaning of this sink in, before too turning around. He crossed his arms and leaned against the table. “I understand you have something to explain?” He said, his tone suddenly cool.

Spike looked from Giles to Buffy. Both were watching him with expectancy, making him gulp. Right, the moment of truth. But how to begin? Just blurting it out there would make him sound crazy…er. No, a thorough explanation was probably due here. But how was he to give details when he himself wasn’t even sure of them?

Heaving a deep sigh, he looked at them both before settling his eyes on Buffy’s. “Alright, I s’pose I should start at the beginnin’, yeh?” They both nodded. “What ‘m ‘bout tell you, is goin’ to sound crazy, but I jus’ need you to hear me out before interrupting or askin’ questions.” He paused for a moment to get his thoughts straight.

“I came to Sunnydale, to the Hellmouth, to cure my Sire, Dru, who was sickly, and…to kill my third Slayer.”

He saw Buffy looking shocked and reaching for her stake, and Giles looking not too happy, and about to protest. “Hey now, I said no interruptin’ didn’t I? Right, now let me continue.” Spike said, hoping he made the right choice in telling them the story like this.

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Hm…Anyone disappointed? Yes? Alright, if you are, please be sure to tell me in your review (btw, that was a not too subtle hint to get you to review...not that you HAVE to of course but it'd be nice if you would, really nice you know and of course it's...I'm ranting, let's put that little round closing-mark-thingy here...). I’m still not too sure about letting the truth out already…well if ever I decide to change it, I could always repost it…





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