Spike had made it back to his crypt in one piece, barely. He cleaned himself
up and lay down in his bedchamber. He was just about to fall asleep, when he
heard the door open.
“Bloody great, just bloody great.” He muttered, sensing Buffy's presences.
"Can'ta bloke get any rest?"
A few moments later, Buffy came down the latter.
“Fancy seeing you again…Slayer.” He seethed.
She didn’t say anything, and knew she deserved whatever he dished out to her.
She crossed over to him and knelt in front of him.
“Spike, I…” Spike stopped her.
“Look, you don’t have to say anything.”
“I need to.”
Spike sat up, slowly, waiting for the apology.
“Say it, and then leave!”
“I’m not very good with words.”
She got up and paced back and forth.
“Get on with it.”
“I’m…I’m sorry, Spike.”
She stopped and turned towards him.
“I took my anger out on you. I never meant for it to happen that way.” “I
let my anger get the best of me and I think I went to far this time.” “Can you
forgive me?”
He thought about this for a moment. Before, he would forgave her for
anything, but not this time. It’s gonna take a whole lot for her to gain his trust
once again.
“I don’t know, slayer.” “I just don’t know!”
She walked back over the bed and sat down next to him. A few moments later,
she blurted out, “I told them.”
“Told who what?”
“I told them about us.”
“What?” He asked surprised, looking at her. He smirked at her when she was
looking. Spike was happy she took the initiative to tell them the truth. Now no
more lying, he thought.
Ignoring his question, she started another topic, "By the way, I didn’t kill
the girl.” “She was already dead.”
She looked him in the face and looked away. She couldn’t bare to look at his
face like that, knowing she did that. After a beat, he asked,
“Why does this have anything to do with you telling your friends about us?”
“It was something you said.”
He knit his brow in confusion. “What did I say?”
“You told me, ‘You always hurt the ones you love.’”
"Yeah," He lifted his scared brow, intrigued.
“I hurt the one I love," Buffy said, looking anywhere at him.
“S’that so?” Spike smirked, but she didn't see it.
Always knew she loved me. Just needed to admit it to herself.
She shook her head to confirm.
After a few minutes he asked, “Who killed the girl?”
“Warren.”
“That bloody ponce.”
“Wait in line, we all want a piece of him.”
She looked back at him again.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
She leaned into him and he wrapped arms around her, letting her know, he
wasn’t going anywhere.
The End
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