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Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox studios. This story is not meant to infringe upon anyone's rights, only to entertain.


Author's Chapter Notes:
Well here is the second chapter, I hope you all enjoy:)
Chapter 2

That day in the diner changed both their lives forever after their first encounter so many things had changed. They had experienced it all together: Deep Blue’s rise to fame, the trials and tribulations that love can bring, the meaningless fights, the feeling of being secure and safe with your heart in the hands of another; but now without each other they were both lost and aching for one another.

Even though Spike had sworn to himself that he would never love again, one look from her was all it had taken for him to fall. The carefully constructed persona that portrayed his image to the world and defended his battered heart came crashing down in an instant. However his inner feelings became squashed under the bay boy persona, his heart’s last attempt to try to save itself from any more betrayal. With time and with Buffy’s help he learnt that he could drop the bad boy image that he portrayed so well to the world and be loved for who he is and not what he is.


From that day Buffy had been intrigued by him, she still could fondly remember from that day the cocky grin he gave her; that promised so much more. To then hand him his food and watch him turn and walk away back to his friends. From that moment on she had vowed that she would see him again and get to know the man that she could see buried beneath the surface and that’s exactly what she did.

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Entering the Bronze later that week she walked through the doors and allowed the beat from the band wash over her, as she entered she gazed up at the stage. There singing passionately, totally entranced in the song unaware of the girls swooning before him, stood the man she wanted. She watched as that cocky grin reappeared as he leaned over the stage, working the crowed into frenzy; there it firmly stayed in place until he looked up and locked eyes with hers, giving her a small nod of acknowledgement he allowed his grin returned.

As his eyes rose over the audience he faltered for a fraction of a second as he noticed Buffy. He watched as she slowly sauntered towards the stage dancing along the way, groaning in amazement as she gave him a playful wink ‘two can play at this game’.

With a small nod he kept on singing wishing that the song would end so that he could go to her, as he sang he became transfixed by the seductive rhythm of her hips, not even noticing when the song came to an end. Shaking his lust hazed mind clear he launched off the stage and slowly stalked up behind her intent on finding out exactly what she was playing at. But before he could act, she turned and pulled him to her, breathing into his ear, she whispers, “I wanna know the real you”

Stunned he goes to respond but is stopped as a dainty finger is pressed to his lips, his eyes questioning her shaking her head at him with a mischievous glint in her eye; she answers “let’s dance”. ‘Stunned it left him thinking could she really see through the act, did she see the real me, his heart leapt at her gesture, could he finally have found the one?’



A knock on the door roused Buffy from the sofa. Trudging wearily to the door she took a deep breath, preparing for what she knew would happen next. As she opened the door, Willow burst in, “Oh my god. Buddy, what happened?”

“It’s Spike”

“What do you mean, Spike? Is he hurt? What happened? Tell me?” Willow questioned.

Curling up on Willow’s lap she pulled the blanket around herself she replied, “He hurt me”

“What, how?” Willow gasped in shock. If she was to trust anyone with her friend’s heart it would have been Spike. Although he seemed to be the rebellious rock star to the world, to Buffy he was William; the deeply passionate man who was intensely loyal that lay underneath the persona. Willow had seen it time and time again, how he would gaze at Buffy with such adoration that it would melt her heart. So for Buffy to say that he had hurt her, must be a misunderstanding, if not it meant that something very strange was taking place. Buffy’s weary, tear stained voice broke her thoughts.

“He cheated on me, after all he said, he cheated on me” Buffy cried into Willow’s lap.

“How can you be sure? I’m sure Spike would never cheat on you”

“He did cheat on me, I can’t believe it. Why would he do this to me? He convinced me that Will had…” she continued to blubber until Willow couldn’t understand her friend’s wails as she buried her head deeper into her lap.

Stroking her hair she softly asked, “Buffy, sweetie. Who told you this?” curious to hear who had told her, even though she thought she knew the answer. If it was who she thought it was she was already planning revenge. She needed to see Oz.

Instead, Buffy turned her head away from Willow ashamed.

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“It was going so well. I have no clue why she’s acting like this” he said despairingly as he knocked back the rest of his drink.

Spike and Oz had been at the Bronze for most of the night; Spike kept replaying the evening’s events over and over in his head, trying to recover an explanation. He had walked into the Bronze that night to see Buffy talking to Anya only to have her look at him in horror and then only turn and run without an explanation.

He had stood there for only an moment before taking off after her as confusion ran through him, he can just completed a 6 month tour and he was eager to see her again and he couldn’t think of a reason why he could of provoked such an extreme reaction from her.

“She’s broken up with me” Spike said as he raised his glass to indicate he wanted another drink. “When we spoke last week everything was fine or so I thought.” Shaking his head he knocked back the rest of the drink, waiting for it to be refilled. “So, any ideas why?” giving Oz a sideways glance.

“As to why she did it I haven’t a clue, but as to who might be the cause...” Oz cautiously answered.

Spike’s head shot up, “What do you mean who?”

“Angel” was Oz’s only reply as he stood and walked out of the bar, he really needed to find Willow and see what she knew.





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