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Hello everyone, I actually got a new chapter out with-in like 2 weeks. WOW!!!! GO ME!!!!

I would like to thank my new beta who helped me on this chapter, Toxin. Amazing.

I'll be working on chapter 28 soon, lets hope I can keep regularly updating.
Chapter 27: Comforting Conversations

She stared out into the vast openness that surrounded her. She could hear nothing but the soft whisper of the wind that brushed past her skin; her white dress rustled against the tall grass. She stood in the open field, feeling the nature take over her whole being. The low setting sun was the only thing that warmed her, as it colored the skies with pinks, oranges, and red, painting it as beautiful as one of the most famous pieces of art. Only a sky like this could invoke inspiration for great art.

She shivered, but not from the cold that wrapped around her body, but by the feeling that she wasn’t alone in this never ending field. Her head whipped around as she tried to find the presence that had made her body quake.

Out of nowhere the raven haired beauty appeared in front of her. She swayed with the wind as if the heaviest gust would push her over. Her long black hair whipped behind her as she looked at Buffy.

Buffy had never seen her before, just as she had appeared out of nowhere. Not in passing, not in hand-to-hand introduction. Her mind raked her memory for any remembrance of the woman that stood with her in the emptiness of the field. Her eyes trailed the woman’s physical features. From her hair, to her tall thin figure that was enclosed in the black gauzy dress, to her long delicate fingers. Her skin was as soft and pale as snow, but her eyes were what kept Buffy’s own to continue back tracking. They weren’t electric blue, brown they were, but just as penetrating as the eyes that invoked so much emotion in Buffy. She felt herself getting lost, and although Buffy had felt uneasy earlier, she now felt comforted and safe as she stared into the pools of the dark hazel.

“You love him...” The raven haired beauty said to Buffy. A ghost of a smile, just as her voice appeared and touched Buffy’s senses.

Buffy shook her head, baffled and confused, but the woman only continued to smile.

“He’d do anything...”

“Except become good.” Buffy argued. She wanted this woman to stop feeding her the bullshit. A heavy breeze pushed past them both as the skies slowly grew dark.

“His love will help.” Her voice was lost with the wind but Buffy still heard it clearly.

Again she shook her head. “Love won’t change people. Else it wouldn’t be real. If you love someone, it’s because of what they already are. I can’t love him for what he is.”

“He loves you for what you are…for what you will be, change or stay the same he will still love you.”

Buffy looked at the woman curiously. “How do you know?”
She just smiled at Buffy before closing her eyes. She continued to sway with the wind and Buffy made no sound. She didn’t want to interrupt this woman’s obvious connection with nature.

“Trust me.” Her eyes opened again but they were different, almost glazed over. They looked beyond Buffy, and they no longer held softness. Instead worry and determination. “He will make the ultimate sacrifice but something could change what he offers.”

“What are you talking about?” Buffy asked.

That feeling of unease came back. She turned around looking for what could possibly have caused it. The wind began to pick up, and it was different. More violent. It whipped across Buffy’s soft skin, the scared butterflies returned and lashed against the insides of her stomach as her arms wrapped around herself, as if protecting herself from the pain. “What will change it?!?” Her voice had to yell as the wind went from a whisper to the gradual rising of a roar.

“You.”

A sharp cry escaped Buffy’s lips. The feeling of hate – none of her own, washed over he, followed by dread and inner emotional pain that took over her whole being. Her heart clenched and she felt as if she couldn’t breathe. Sobs raked her body, forcing her to almost collapse on her knees. She looked down at her hands to find them covered in red heavy liquid. The feeling of uneasiness rose higher inside of her and she just wanted to let out a horrified scream.

And suddenly the wind stopped, the tall grass stood still, unmoving, and Buffy looked around her. Still and silent again, but that uneasy feeling never left her. It was too quiet. She looked towards the woman that still stood in front of her and the look of fright was even more evident in the woman’s eyes as she looked down at Buffy who had knelt over in pain and said with great warning to the blonde: “Run…”

Buffy looked behind her and to her horror Angelus O’Connor stalked forward, a gleeful expression in his eyes. An appearance that sent a chill down her spine, and pushed her to do just what had been told of her...

Run.

*~~~*~~~*~~~*

Buffy sat up as the covers of her bed were kicked off of her body. She shook with fright and shivered from the cold. Her panting breathes came out heavy as her eyes adjusted to the dark, darting from objects in the room quickly.

She looked down and searched at her hands, and let out a severe sigh of relief at the sight that they were not truly covered in blood. Her hands reached for her face and she felt the hot escaped tears that were now streaming down her face.

Little Spike who was curled up at her feet at the end of the bed looked at Buffy with soft puppy dog eyes. He let out a whimper as he crawled closer to Buffy trying to stop her fear. Reaching out, she scratched behind the black lab’s ears. But she couldn’t sop the sobs that racked her body. She wanted to forget the end of her nightmare. Wished she could just focus on the first part of the dream, rather than the fear. The comfort and tranquil feeling it had given her.

She looked to the side of the bed that was empty. She cursed, that for the first time in a while Spike had retreated to his own room, finally retiring long after Buffy had climbed the stairs to her bedroom after her family had left from the estate after dinner.

The blonde looked to the bedside table and peered at the red numbers on the clock. 3:00 AM. She had slept only four hours.

She didn’t want to be alone, but she worried about going to his room. Buffy hated her reaction to a nightmare. She felt like a child and the embarrassment of seeking him to ease her fears only added to the uneasiness. But she couldn’t handle it. She pushed the covers back from the rest of her body and scooped up little Spike into her arms. She walked barefoot, the silk hem of her nightgown barely touching the ground as she left her room and walked across the hall to the door that she only knew as Spike’s bedroom.

Raising her hand, Buffy hesitated wondering if she should knock. Instead she turned the knob, knowing he wouldn’t hear it.

Buffy had never been in Spike’s room. She had never seen his private sanctuary that he slept in. Lately he had slept next to her in her bed, only really going in it to shower and change.

It was far bigger than her room but the basic layout was the same. Against the opposite wall the French doors were covered in heavy black drapes which allowed only a sliver of the moonlight into the room. The left wall was painted a deep brown, almost black while the rest of the room was painted in cream, at least from what she could tell in the dark.

The right wall was flanked with flat screen plasma that had the volume turned down low with the news going. A long dresser that was made of a coffee black mahogany wood sat below it. Atop of the dresser were framed photos with people that Buffy could not make out in the heavy shadows and the low glow of the television.

Little Spike jumped out of her arms and scampered off towards the large king sized bed the frame of which was of the same wood and finishing of the dresser. Two matching nightstands flanked either sides of the bed, one of which had a gun tossed on it. She swallowed the breath that was caught in her throat as she closed the door and stepped into his bedroom. Except for the other armoire that was against the wall by the door, the room was vastly open, the floor only covered by a black rug which was mostly under the bed. The walls were decorated with modern tasteful art. A painting that she was sure her mother would find lovely, hung over his bed. She peered up and was not surprised to find the ceiling mirrored.

Buffy rushed the images out of her head of her and Spike in his bed entwined. She stopped herself from thinking about how erotic it would be to see them in the mirror above.

Instead she looked at Spike, who was sleeping shirtless on the farther side towards the French doors. The sheets of course were black silk, contrasting against his pale marble skin.

Shuffling across the floor Buffy came to the side of the bed that he wasn’t taking up. Trying to wipe away the tears her sobs had left down her cheeks, she silently hushed the dog before he woke him and slowly she climbed in, having to lift her body high due to her height and its challenge with the height of the bed. Stupid tall bed frames. She cursed silently.

She tried not to jostle the bed and wake him; however as she slid under the silk covers, his arm shot and grabbed the hand gun that rested on the night stand nearest to him. With a fluid motion he was laying over her his free hand holding her body down to the mattress while the other held the gun pointed at her.

Buffy all but screamed and her eyes went wide with fright. It took a few seconds, but after his eyes adjusted and blinked a couple times it was obvious Spike Giles realized he was pointing his sig at his mistress. At the look on her face, Spike’s eyes too went wide and he lowered the gun, before tossing it back on the nightstand.

“Okay, question….why on Earth, of who’d ever, you’d use that gun on, would be getting into bed with you?” Buffy asked her voice high pitched and shaky.

Spike’s hold on her lightened and she moved to sit up a little.

He let out a frustrated growl making her flinch. “Fuck Buffy! I could have almost shot you.” He ran his hand through his already curling hair and rested it against his cheek. He let out a loud annoyed sigh as he moved to sit back.

Curling up, she rested her chin on her bent knees and looked at him. “Sorry.” She squeaked out. She watched him compose himself, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes. Her mother and father were often caught doing this when they had been dealing with her in her early teen years. It spoke of only one thing. Frustration.

Finally he looked at her, seeing the evidence of her earlier distress. Soon confusion crossed his brow.

“What’s wrong, pet?”

“Nothing.” Her reply was short and quick.

“You’re a horrible liar pet.” He smirked and lay down fully before pulling her body against his. She let out a sigh as she relaxed against him. “Please tell me what’s wrong kitten, not that I don’t mind finding you in my bed.” He rested his head against his fist and looked down at her. A sight she was, with her golden blonde hair fanned out across his black silk covered bed, in her white nightgown. A virgin seduced into the big-bad’s bed. “We could have done without your trip on a death experience, but I know you wouldn’t willingly come in here.”

“Well I’ve never been in here before.”

“So you chose 3am in the morning to check out my bloody bedroom?” He gave her a saucy smirk and waggled his eyebrows at her, which left Buffy to only roll her eyes at him.

“It’s really nothing.” Buffy said shaking her head.

He leant down to her exposed neck his arm still firmly holding her body to his own. Gently he pressed his lips to her neck below her earlobe. “Kitten, don’t make me trick it out of you.”

“It’s childish, really!”

“I promise not to laugh.”

At first she hesitated before finally shrugging and giving up. “I had a nightmare.” Instantly he pressed himself closer to her, his hand seeking hers before gently rubbing his thumb against the back of her hand, something that seemed to soothe her.

“About?”

Her voice hitched as she spoke. “Angelus…” She could feel the tears welling up and the feeling of complete fear that she felt at just the thought of the nightmare. Spike’s body went rigid against hers but still held her tightly. “I was in this field and this woman came out of nowhere, and she kept speaking cryptically. It was really quite annoying, but honestly she was really pretty, kept spouting off about some-“ Buffy stopped when she realized she was babbling and she felt it was better to continue to a point where Spike wouldn’t question about what the woman was ‘cryptically speaking’ about. “Anyway she saw ‘him’ and she told me to run and he really was there. Chasing after me.” She turned and buried her face against the marble of his chest, her arms wrapping around his neck, stunning him. Spike fell to his back, her body draping over his own. “Spike it was horrible, and I know it’s childish, but I woke up so scared. The look on Angelus’ face, it won’t leave my head. I’m….scared.”

Spike stared at the ceiling. The mirrored image of Buffy wrapped around him, he tried to ignore. Isn’t the time to get a stiff on, mate. She’s scared. Spike repeated in his head slowly.

Hold her.

Protect her.

His heart ached at her distress and slowly he ran his hands through her golden tresses. He could feel her body shake with soft sobs as new tears spilled against his chest from her eyes. If possible, his arms wrapped around her waist tighter, without breaking her.

“It was only a nightmare, kitten. Nothing is going to happen to you. I promise it.” His voice was harsh but quiet.

Buffy looked up at him a soft smile spread across her face. His hand reached out and cupped her cheek gently, his thumb pushing away the tears.

How things had changed so much was beyond Spike’s dreams. No longer was she rigid against him. Free and open, he thought in his head as he stared into the deep depths of her hazel green eyes.

Spike watched her swallow involuntarily as she stared back at him, and to just to have fun, the Gods had her bite that lower lip of hers. It didn’t go unnoticed to Spike how intimate her body was against his.

“Kitten…your leg.” Spike looked past her waist to where the leg that was thrown over his, rested. Her gaze followed and quickly she removed it.

“Oh sorry am I squishing you?” Quickly she removed herself from Spike completely and the bleached blonde wanted to curse profanities all over again. He looked at her with a primal stare, seeing the affect the glow of the TV had on her skin.

You had to say something, didn’t you, you wanker?

“Hardly, kitten, you weigh next to nothing.” He raised his eyebrow and gave her pensive look. Her little mouth formed into an ‘O’ as she understood where he was getting at.

“Sorry…”

“Not your fault kitten.” He beckoned her closer sitting up so his back was against the wooden headboard. He could tell she was hesitant at first; her eyes darted from him to sig handgun on the table. Quickly he flicked the drawer of the table open and pushed the gun in before shutting it.

She laughed and crawled across the bed before snuggling close between his arm and the side of his body. She curled into Spike resting her head back against his chest and allowed his arm to wrap back around her.

“I don’t think I can sleep tonight.” Buffy said out of the quiet that had settled. She was staring at the muted TV, watching as the weather report played out.

She really is trying to kill me.

“Tell me something then…”

“What do you want to know?” Buffy asked confused. Her fingers laid against his stomach her nails grazing on his skin. Spike stopped himself from telling her to push her hand lower.

“I don’t know, anything kitten. I don’t really know much about your friends. I only met them that one night.”

Buffy was silent for a couple of seconds before she grinned and finally spoke. “Well Willow I’ve known since we were babes. Her father actually works with mine.”

“What’s Willow’s last name?” Spike questioned slowly.

“Rosenburg?”

“Ira Rosenburg?”

“Yeah. We’ve been best friends since three years-old. We went to the same pre-school and from there on had almost all the same classes together.”

“Pretty long time for you guys huh?”

Buffy sighed at how Spike’s hand was stroking her upper arm “Yeah. She’s supported me through a lot of things. We’ve kind of been there for each other, especially as it became more and more apparent of what our fathers did.” Buffy smiled as she recalled memories of her and Willow’s childhood. Mostly it consisted of them doing childish things to get them in trouble, of course all Buffy’s idea with a willful pleasing Willow right behind her.

“And what about the quiet girl, I saw she was making quite nice with Gunn.”

Buffy giggled and Spike couldn’t help but compare it to music. “Fred, oh me and Willow met her in high school. She’s absolutely sweet but so quiet that people tend to take advantage of her.” Sitting up a little she looked straight at Spike. “Most of the popular kids at our school tended to think that just because they are cool and all, that they were running the school in everyway. They always made fun of her and finally I got tired.” Her voice was melodious as she stared down glumly at her hands. Spike reached and grabbed for a cigarette and a lighter. Buffy didn’t object to his smoking, for which he was glad. He looked at her after he took his first drag and felt his heart tug again.

He could just imagine his girl in his arms, standing up to the fools that ran the school. Buffy was small but a spitfire she was for sure. Tiny hands, but he was sure they could deliver one mean punch. Hell he’d felt the force of her slap a few weeks ago.

“Did Gunn say anything about Fred?” Buffy asked her expression turning to inquisitive.

Spike looked back at her with a smirk but didn’t answer until he took another drag of his cigarette. “Why? Thinking of setting up my bloody employee with your friend?”

Buffy shrugged, “I don’t know…is he good for her?” Meaning would he be good to her and keep her safe from the world that they were involved in.

“Yeah Kitten; I would trust Charles with anything. He does what is right and keeps his life separate from his work.”

She didn’t say anything else but nodded her head. She looked to the dresser and stared at the shapes of the picture frames.

“Tell me about your family.”

Spike stubbed out the cigarette but he said nothing. It was silent for a good two minutes and Buffy wondered if she was curious about the wrong thing.

She looked up at him her eyes purely holding innocent intent. “I don’t really know anything about them. Do you have any siblings? Or are you an only child? What was it like to grow up in England?” Her questions came a mile a minute and it left Spike completely stunned. He ran his hands through his hair again and couldn’t help but smile.

Buffy Summers, little miss ‘all against the mafia world’ wanted to know more about him. He didn’t stop himself from leaning down to kiss the top of her forehead.

“Which do you want to know first?” Spike asked referring to the long list of questions she had sent his way.

She thought long and hard for a minute before answering, “Siblings?”

“Got a younger sis. Not Dawn’s age mind you, she’s only three years younger than me.”

“What’s her name?”
“Drusilla. Drove me about mad when we were little tikes.” Buffy tried to stifle her giggle. “Constantly spouting off about random ass shit. The worst was about this ‘little sunshine’.”

Buffy’s head rose up and looked at him, her eyebrow was raised and stared at him with confusion.

“Dru has always been a little odd. She’s always been….seeing things. Half the time she won’t be all there. Got her into a lot of messes back in England during school.” Spike unconsciously stroked her hair, as he remembered back on the years he was always getting into scrapes when he and Dru were younger.

“I’m guessing you’re big on her protection.”

“How do you think I got the name Spike?” He looked at her and waited for her to say something but she didn’t. She only shrugged her shoulders and he couldn’t help but smirk. “Let’s just say there’s only one thing besides you getting hurt that can send my anger boiling.”

She swallowed her breath again. “What’s that?”

“Messing with my little sis’.”

Buffy couldn’t help but giggle and cuddle closer into his relaxed form. Yes she found Spike to be very, very scary at times. She was sure his outward demeanor and no-nonsense ethics for when it came to work was just another little side to the Spike structure. Unless you knew him like Buffy was getting to know him, you would miss that he was complex in both good and bad ways.

He very obviously cared for his family, his sister especially. He liked to read the paper and watch the news in the morning, which was the only time he wore his glasses. Although he loved to indulge in the finest liquor of England, he favored the most exquisite wines possible. And next to his family, it was obvious he cared for Buffy and was willing to bend heaven and hell together to keep her safe.

Little Buffy Summers couldn’t help but smile up at him, a twinkle in her eyes. Yeah, Spike tended to piss her more times than humanly thought possible but she was beginning to like the things she saw.

“What’s with that look, kitten?” He looked down at her. Buffy just shrugged and laced her fingers with his.

She didn’t bother to respond to his question, instead continued on with her own inquiry. “What about your parents?”

“Well my mum is actually from the states and my father obviously he runs the business for England.”

“I remember my father saying that this was just a branch, does that mean your father’s is the head base.”

“Yes.” Spike brought up her hand that was enclosed in his and stared at it. Not helping but liking the sight of it. “I guess you could call my father the head-honcho of our family. But my mother is the one that runs the household. Wonderful woman my mum is, box me right in the ear if she knew that I had nearly raised my hand at you that one night.” He ran his other hand across her cheek, reveling in the sight of her involuntary shudder. “She’s the one that taught me right, won’t put up with any of da’s dealings in front of her. Honestly she reminds me of you.” Without a second’s hesitation Spike leant down and kissed her softly, just barely grazing her lips with his own. And to his delight when he pulled away he noticed how her body responded, slightly aching for more.

It took her a minute to compose herself before she finally asked another question. “So…which parent are you like the most?”

“Well I look like my father the most. Dru took on our mum’s looks, but I guess you could say personality they equally gave us.” He paused before chuckling softly. “I couldn’t tell you which side Dru got the craziness from, because both of them are mad as hell.”

Nothing else was said after that. Buffy smiled before turning her head to the television. She tried to stifle the yawn but it didn’t go unnoticed to Spike.

“Sleep kitten.” He pulled the blankets tight around the both of them and settled back down on the bed. “Sleep.”

And slumber she did. With the help of his hand stroking hers, she was soon lost to sleep again, while Spike watched contently, smiling at the small step of progress they had just made.


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