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WARNING: This chapter does deal with a type of rape. so if you don't want to read that, then please don't. i don't want anyone to become uncomfortable. and i guess it would be considered Buffy/Other so yea... other than that i think it'll be okay

please review and enjoy. let me know what you think of buffy's story.
Buffy took a big gulp of tea before saying, “Ok, once I get started don’t interrupt me because I don’t know if I would be able to continue.”

Spike nodded his head then got himself comfortable. Once that was done, his attention was solely on her.

It took Buffy a few minutes before she could start.

“When I was in high school my mom owned a gallery. She loved art. She always said, ‘Art is a way to express what you can’t with words.’ And I always believed her. Anyways, when she owned the gallery, she always met interesting people. Most of them were artsy-fartsy people but they were always nice to me.

One day she met this woman named Pat. The two became fast friends. Pat would come over for dinner occasionally or stop by to chat with my mom. I was glad my mom found someone who was nice to her and treated her like a person and not a walking charity case.

Oh I should probably let you know, my mom had cancer while I was in high school. It was hard for me and Dawn, my sister, but mom made it through and everything is great now.

Alright back to the story. Whenever Pat came over I always felt a little awkward around her. She was a very touchy-feely person. A touch here, a rub there or a hug while she was leaving. I always just thought it was just how she was but it was a bit strange seeing as how I was the only one she did it too. But I just ignored it.

Since mom owned the gallery, she occasionally had to go into Los Angeles to buy new art. On those days, Pat would stop by and check up on us. One weekend when mom was gone, Dawn went to her friend Janice’s house for a sleepover. I had the house to myself. And thank god too, I had a lot of homework to catch up on. It was finals the next week.

That weekend Pat came over as usual to check up on us. Mom had given her a key, so she just let herself in. I heard her coming up the stairs to my room. When she came in she looked slightly different from before. Her eyes were a little darker than usual. I said hi to her and told her that Dawnie was over at Janice’s house.

That’s when it happened. All of a sudden I felt this blade at my neck and Pats voice whispering, ‘If you scream, I will kill you.’ She then had me undress her and myself. And then….”

Buffy trailed off for a moment and shuddered remembering the pain. She started again with a small voice that slowly got stronger.

“She raped me that weekend. When she finally left right before my mom got home, I called the cops and reported it. My mom was terrified for me and Dawn. We went through the whole process of everything and finally Pat was convicted. It actually turned out that Pat had a record.

So Pat was sent to jail and everything went back to normal. Well as normal as you can get after an experience like that. Mom wouldn’t let us leave the house at night and she would never invite people over for the longest time.

Finally by my senior year things had started to get back to some sort of normalcy. We were allowed to have company again, and I was allowed to go out at night again. My friends and I went to the Bronze, a local night club that allows the younger crowd. We went there to celebrate the end of our first term in our senior year. That’s where I met Riley.”

Spike felt the twinge of jealousy but quickly pushed it away to keep his focus on Buffy and her story.

“He was a nice guy. He seemed really down to earth and kind of a momma’s boy. He and I started to go out on dates and hang out a lot. It turned out he transferred here for his last semester of high school and he was going to Sunnydale High. So we told him he should hang out with us. And he did.

I would walk into class and sometime find a flower on my desk. It always made me smile and he’d give me a huge hug. He was good at hugs. He’d just envelop you. My mom would see me coming home with flowers in my hands and so she sent me to this class where you learned about the different meanings behind flowers. I actually liked the class because it gave me some insight to what Riley was thinking.

When I asked him if he knew what the meanings were behind the flowers, he said he had taken a class about it and hoped that I would know what they meant. So I told him about the class and he grinned, saying now they had a secret way of talking to each other through the use of flowers.

After he found out that I knew the meaning behind things, his gifts started to venture out of the flower range and into the range of gifts. I’d find little candy hearts in my locker or little teddy bears.

One day while Riley and I were hanging out in the park, he told me he wanted to take me away from Sunnydale. He grabbed my hand and roughly started to pull me towards his car. I thought at first he was just kidding, but when he started to get gruff with me, yanked my hand away and told him to stay away from me.

That’s when the scary gifts started to come. About a week after that incident, I found some feathers near my locker. I just thought that a pigeon had gotten into the hallway again and lost some feathers. But when I opened my locker I found a dove in there. It was dead and it chest had blood smeared on it in the shape of a heart. I screamed my head off.

I was taken to the office where one of the secretaries tried to calm me down while the other called the police. Once the cops got there, I had to answer questions about the dove, and anyone who would have wanted to scare me. Of course my first thought was who could have done this? But then I started to think that I had always gotten gifts from Riley and I had hoped that this wasn’t from him but I told the cops about it anyways.

After the investigation the cops did in fact find out that Riley was the one who sent me the dove. They took him into custody and set him up for trial. But he posted bail then ran for the hills. No one ever heard from him again.

But it turned out that Riley had come into town to spend time with his mother who had just been sent to jail. His mother was Pat. They cooked up the plan to scare me to death and make me pay for telling.

It terrified me to know that Riley was still somewhere in the States, so once I graduated I moved around a lot. At first I stayed in the States but even then I didn’t feel safe. So I finally decided to put an ocean between me and home and I move here. But now it doesn’t seem so safe anymore.

And that’s my story. Please don’t hate me and send me away. I can’t face the world out there alone anymore.”

Buffy shivered and curled up into a ball. She let the tears fall that she thought had all fallen the first time around.

Spike was stunned. How could something so horrible happen to someone so pure? He put his arms around her and let her cry. After a half hour or so of just holding her he got up from the couch and lifted a sleeping Buffy into his arms. He took her into his room and put her on the bed. Best let her sleep. But I don’t think I should be leavin’ her alone. So Spike set up camp next to the bed, in a chair, watching Buffy sleep. Spike made an addition to his quest for Buffy. He would find a way to protect her for forever, even if it meant giving up everything. Somehow he knew it would be worth it for her.


Chapter End Notes:
well what'd ya think? creepy? predictable? unexpected? please review.



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