Teardrops On My Guitar by SpuffyGirl729

Buffy let out another jagged breath as she whipped hair out of her eyes. She had been standing on Spike’s front porch for fifteen minutes trying to figure out what she was going to say to him, but nothing came to mind. She had spent half the night going crazy thinking about Spike and the fight. Praying that he would forgive her.

She had tried to call his cell phone again numerous times, but no success. She finally fell asleep around three in the morning and shot up out of bed around eight. Now at ten thirty in the morning she was pacing on his front porch. Sure it was early, but she couldn’t wait any longer. Buffy lifted her hand to knock but stopped. Her hand began to shake as she put it down and looked to her feet. Buffy let out an aggravated growl and shook her head. “You can do this Summers! Now just ring the damn door bell!” she scolded herself.

With one last exhale she quickly rang the doorbell before she could stop herself. Her breath caught in her throat as she waited for the door to open. When it did, nothing could have prepared her what she saw. Spike’s front door opened but Spike was not behind it. It was a girl, a little older then she, tall with long black hair. Her skin was pale, and face was long. If Buffy didn’t know any better she would say she looked like a vampire.

“Um, is Spike here?” Buffy asked hesitantly. The girl smiled and said, “He is. But he’s ugh,” the girl looked behind her real quick then turned back to Buffy. “Long night and all.”

The girl gave Buffy a little smirk. Buffy’s blood went cold when she heard her accent. She swallowed, her mouth was suddenly dry. “You must be Drusilla.” Buffy stated. Drusilla smiled. “Very good deary! You must be sunshine!” Buffy looked at her confused.

“Sunshine?” “Such a bad thing you did to my Spike. Making him upset like that!”

“You’re Spike?” Buffy asked with anger. “He’s my boyfri...”

“Run along sunshine. I’ll tell Spike you dropped by. Though, I doubt he’ll care now that I’m back!” And with that Drusilla slammed the door in Buffy’s face.

***

Spike stirred when he heard a ringing noise from far away. His head was pounding and mouth was dry. He had the mother of all hangovers and just wanted to die. He opened one eye as he looked at the clock. Ten thirty in the morning. *Who the hell...* Then it hit him. A wave of nausea hit him like a ton of bricks causing him to shoot out of bed and towards the bathroom. He threw up what little he had in his stomach. After a few minutes he finally stood and walked to the sink to clean himself up. When he was done brushing his teeth he splashed some cold water on his face hoping it would make him feel a little better. While whipping his face off with a towel he felt a hand touch his back.

Spike jumped in surprise and turned around with a smile. But his smile faded when he saw the person standing before him wasn’t Buffy.

“Hello Daddy, feeling better?” Drusilla asked with a smile.

Spike’s face immediately hardened. “What are you doing here Dru? Spike threw his towel on the sink and walked past her towards his bedroom.

“Don’t you remember? I came home with you last nigh.” Spike stopped dead in his tracks. He slowly turned back towards her. “What?” Drusilla smiled then growled. “Bad dog. Treating mommy the way you did!”

“What happened Dru?” Spike asked almost afraid to hear the answer. Drusilla let out a sadistic giggle. “My Spike had to much t drink last night.”

“What did you do Dru?” Spike asked through clenched teeth as he inched his way towards her.

“You tasted of ash!” Drusilla exclaimed. Spike growled and shoved her roughly against the wall. “You’re covered in the sunshine! You said her name when I kissed you!”

Spike slammed his fist against the wall next to her head causing Drusilla to jump. A second later she smirked up at him and brought her hand up to his face. “Don’t worry my love.” she began. “You passed out before we could do anything.” Her eyes then moved down to his lap. “But I was hoping you’d make up for that this morning.”

Drusilla began to move her hand from his face down but he caught her wrist and gripped it tightly. “Get the fuck out of my house!” Spike growled before pushing himself away from her.

“So lost,” Drusilla pouted. “The sunshine will burn you!” Spike turned back around and grabbed her by the arm forcing her to the stairs. “Get the fuck out!” He screamed. Drusilla squealed the rushed down the stairs and out the front door.

Spike let out a breath and walked back to his bedroom. He ran his hand through his hair as he looked around. His head was still pounding but all he could think of was Buffy. He had to make things right with her. So he began to grab clean clothes since he was still in the clothes he had worn last night. He walked over to his night stand and saw both his and Buffy’s cell phones lying there.

He picked up his phone and saw he had a voicemail. Spike dialed in to listen and smiled when he heard Buffy’s voice come over the phone. “Hey Spike it’s Buffy. Um, I.. I know I acted like a major, well, bitch. And I just um, I want to talk about it. And ugh, apologize. So um, if you could ugh, call me back. Or if you don’t want to. I understand. Um, well. I’ll talk to you later. I love you.”

Just as he hung up the phone his doorbell rang. “Buffy,” he whispered to himself. Spike threw the phone onto the bed and rushed to the front door. He quickly opened the door and his face connected with a fist. Spike yelled out in pain as he fell to the ground.

“Get the fuck up!” Angel yelled as he stood over him.

“What the hell Angel?!” Spike yelled as he held his eye. “I fucking trusted you man! You’re my best fucking friend and you do this shit?!” “What the fuck are you talking about?!” Spike yelled as he stood up.

Angel threw another punch which Spike ducked. He then threw his own punch, connecting with Angel’s jaw causing him to fall back into the wall. “Don’t lie to me. Angel shouted as he gained composure and ran to tackle Spike.

They both wrestled on the ground for a bit, exchanging blows to each others torsos and faces. “What the fuck is your problem?” Spike asked as he pinned Angel to the ground. Angel punched him in the stomach causing him to topple over. Angel stood up grabbing Spike by his shirt and slamming him against the wall.

“I trusted you with my little sister. Trusted you wouldn’t hurt her and the first fight you two have you fucking cheat on her!!” Angel screamed.

Spike stopped struggling and looked at his friend confused. “What are you on about?” “Want to tell me why my sister came here this morning and you’re EX answered the door?” Angel asked with anger.

Spike’s eyes went wide with horror. “Buffy came here?” Spike whispered. Angel nodded his head. “Yes. She came here to apologize to you and Drusilla answered the door. Told her you had a ‘long night’ and shut the door in her face! She was crying so hard it took her forever to get it out!”

Tears sprung to Spike’s eyes as he remembered the door bell ringing when he woke up. “I didn’t... nothing....”

“I’m going to give you ONE chance. Just one, to explain yourself.” Angel stated as he let go of Spike’s shirt and crossed his arms over his chest.

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