Chapter Nine
Must be strangely exciting
To watch the stoic squirm
Must be somewhat heartening
To watch shepard meet shepard
But you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced like mine before
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
I don't think you unworthy
I need a moment to deliberate
“Uninvited” by Alanis Morrissette.
Buffy felt like she couldn’t breath. It had all happened so fast. One minute some vampire was dust and the next William was standing in front of her.
And had he been mocking her? It had certainly felt like it. He had better not have been. She could so totally kick his ass. Probably. With good reason.
Was this the business he had mentioned before? Had he come to Sunnydale, for what? To see her? To shove it in her face? She didn’t understand.
He had known all along. He had known about the dreams, about her, and he never even admitted it. Albeit neither did she, but she was planning on it. Okay, maybe not so much. But it certainly seemed like he had no plans to do so in the near future either. Just sit back and laugh as she was completely blind sided by his appearance in the alleyway. And boy did he look good. Even better in person. Sexiest thing she had ever seen, she’d wager.
And she was completely off topic. Anger. Channeling anger. He had lied to her. A capital offense. And while it was kind of nice, okay great, to see him, that didn’t change the fact that he could have told her
so she wasn’t completely flabbergasted and made to look the fool.
Buffy really wished he would have told her. If she had known, and William had known then think of all that time that wouldn’t have been wasted.
Unless he wasn’t here to see her. Maybe he wanted to kill her. Maybe he was some evil vampire that used her for the past year by means of some spell to get on her good side and then hack her off. What then?
Maybe he didn’t feel the same way, and all the emotions swirling around inside her were really, in fact, just one sided. Maybe the living nightmare she had gone through by hands of that little boy was going to come true after all. Maybe William really did hate her. Hate her enough to kill her.
She trusted him though, could feel it in her gut that he didn’t want to hurt her. She knew he didn’t, after all the things he told her and everything she had shared with him, she knew she could trust him. Maybe it was stupid mistake to do so, but why should him suddenly turning up in her life change that? It was a hell of a situation, and not at all like how she pictured their first meeting to go. But he was there, and she really wanted to trust him.
Buffy suddenly felt like crying. She bit her lip. She couldn’t think about this. It was too hard. There were too many possibilities, none of which would be resolved until she confronted him. Something they couldn’t do tonight.
William was here. He was real. Really real. She couldn’t help but smile as she climbed into bed and faced the wall.
William was real. The dreams had finally become a reality. For now, that was all she needed to know, she would worry about the rest later.
Tap.
She had barely closed her eyes and someone was already hammering to wake her up.
Tap.
She was tired and didn’t want to get up. Go away.
Tap.
Fine. She turned over and saw the source.
William was at the window.
What did he do? Follow her? Add Stalker to that list.
“Go away,” she hissed. She wasn’t ready to face him just yet She needed to sleep on it, figure out how to handle this situation. If he was safe or just another vampire that she had to eliminate. She so hoped that it didn’t turn out to be the latter, she wasn’t sure that she could actually take him out if it ever came to that. The thought of him as dust made her sick, physically ill.
She watched him shrug. “No.”
She didn’t know what to make of this. She wasn’t ready yet. She didn’t how to deal, to be so emotionally involved in the situation, in a person that she technically never met was seriously stressing her out. She had no idea how to react to him. Oh, she had imagined the moment so many times, and it always turned out with a happy ending, but now, none of those seemed plausible. She wanted nothing more than to run and protect herself, just in case. Too much was at risk here, and yet all logic out the window, she wanted nothing more but rush to him and kiss him senseless.
Was that wrong of her?
Buffy opened the window. “What do you want?” she whispered.
“Hi.” Buffy stared at him, unsure how to respond. “Can I come in?”
“Are you crazy?”
“Well, apparently you seem to think so.” Spike sighed and shifted on the roof. “I’ll just stay out here then, yeah?”
“Yes.” It was a good thing, the barrier. Buffy wasn’t sure what she would do without the distance between the two of them.. And at this time she was pretty sure the thing they needed to do was talk. And just talking, nothing else, no touching of any kind. As nice as it would be, it just couldn’t be done. Concentrating was the key at the moment, and Buffy doubted that would happen even with just the slightest hint of skin against skin. “Why are you here?”
“Well I heard it was where the Slayer lives,” replied William. He spread his arms. “And look. I was right.”
“So you knew?”
“So did you.”
“I didn’t know you knew.”
“You still knew.”
“You knew, I knew?” Buffy accused.
“Well yeah.”
“Ass.”
A tense moment passed, and the pair just stared at the other. “What’s happening? How is any of this possible?”
“Don’t know, pet,” admitted the vampire. “That’s why I’m here. Thought we could figure it out.”
“A lot of weird stuff happened,” said Buffy, pulling her hair back. “I’m positive that’s your bite. Willow didn’t believe me. But I could feel it. It felt different when I touched it. And I think Angel smelled you on me. You go by Spike, right?”
She bit her lip to keep herself from continuing her rambling in her nervous state. The need to talk was overwhelming, and was probably making her look like some sort of an idiot. Exactly the thing she needed at the moment, he probably already thought she was some big wuss for running away.
Spike nodded. “Peaches smelled you?”
It figured that would be the one thing he picked up on. “It was gross.”
“Drusilla sensed something too, I think,” he said casually. “She has visions, she sees things. Doesn’t make any bloody sense most of the time, but I think she knew something.”
“Drusilla?”
“I told you ‘bout her remember? She’s my sire.”
“Oh. Right.” He had mentioned her before, she remembered that now, she probably just pushed the unpleasant thought of her from her memory. Buffy paused for a second. “This is weird.”
Spike smirked. “Would you rather I go to sleep?”
“I don’t think that’ll help,” said Buffy. With the dreams she could pretend, in reality she wouldn’t be allowed to forget. As the Slayer, she couldn’t turn a blind eye to the situation, or else something bad could happen. “Where are you staying?”
“Got myself a crypt. Oh and I took care of the annoying one.”
Buffy scrunched her nose in confusion. “Huh?”
“That little vamp kid. Anointed and some such rot.”
A large smile graced her face, she made to hug him but then pulled back, remembering the physical and mental barrier they put into play. “You did. Oh wow. Thank you. Wait till I tell Giles that he’s history. One less lecture a day I’ll have to listen to.”
Spike sat up a little straighter and did his best not to look pleased. “Yeah, well, like I said he was annoying. That Watcher guy of yours has books, yeah?”
“Well he is a Watcher.”
“There might be something in those books of his, don’t ya think?”
“Maybe. I’ve been looking through them, you know, making with the research. And it had Giles totally wigged. Had to make up some lame excuse to get him off my back?”
“Steal em,” suggested Spike.
“I can’t steal. I’m the Slayer. We’re good people. Good people don’t steal,” retorted Buffy, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I’ll do it then. School library, yeah?”
“Creepy.”
“Told me, remember,” Spike reminded her. “Meet me in Restfield tomorrow night, around eight.”
“You’re leaving.” She wasn’t ready for him to go yet, he had just gotten here. His presence was so comforting, she didn’t want to lose that. Any fears that she had before, simply flew out the window when they had got to talking, falling back into their usual routine type banter. It should have been a concern, but he just had a way of making everything better. She couldn’t help but trust him
Was she in a mess of trouble or what?
“None of that. You need your rest, pet. Big day and all.”
“And you’re not here to kill me?” she asked of him suddenly, in part for reassurance and the other to delay his departure just a tad longer.
“Couldn’t if I tried,” he said truthfully. She could see it in his eyes that he was being honest. She could just tell, as odd as it may sound.
“Really?’
“Yes.”
She nodded. “That’s good then.” He raised his eyebrow. “I won’t have to stake you.”
“You think you can take me?”
“The student always surpasses the master,” said Buffy. “Eventually.”
“Don’t think so fast, I got a few tricks up my sleeve, been around awhile.”
“Pish. Slayer here.”
“Vampire,” he retorted with a smirk, before sobering quickly.“Lessen your fears some?”
“I was that transparent?” she asked with concern.
“Yes,” replied Spike. “But that might because I just know you oh so well.”
She stuck her tongue out at him. He could be so annoyingly cocky sometimes. “Do not.”
“Really? How’s that fear of cowboys going for you?”
Buffy promptly blushed. “Shut up.”
“But what if you run into a Vampire like cow boy? Whatever shall you do?” mocked Spike, pretending to faint.
“Goodbye William,” she said forcefully.
“Now she kicks me out. Go figure.”
“Goodbye.”
“Going, going,” he said, making for the edge of the roof to climb down the tree. “And Buffy?”
“Yes?”
“It’s Spike,” he corrected quietly. “Don’t go by William anymore, might raise some suspicion.”
“Alright.”
“Good,” said Spike with a nod before resuming his trek down the tree.
“Spike.” The name felt foreign on her lips. He looked up in acknowledgment, and she struggled to find something to say. She finally opted for the truth. “I’m glad you came.”
He gave her a smile. “Me too,” he whispered, before jumping to the ground.
Buffy closed the window and climbed into bed with a smile on her face. She had fretted over nothing. There was nothing to worry about. Nothing at all.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Here’s the next chapter guys, hopefully it’s to your liking. And mucho thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, it meant a lot. Also thanks to my beta basilio_the_cat for polishing this up for me. Lyrics: “Uninvited” - Alanis Morriessette.