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Buffy finds herself in a deadly situation. Also Buffy opens up to Spike about her parts of her painful past.

A huge thanks to my Beta Serendipity (Christine) for going over this chapter for me thanks sweetie your the best. Also a huge thanks to Edgehead (Mel) so the awesome banner, i love it so much sweetie!
Chapter 5

Accidents will happen.

It had been a few weeks since Giles had discovered that Spike was working with Buffy on a nightly basis, he hadn’t said much to her about it, only asking from time to time how things were going between them, she would always smile and say things were fine and they were… mostly.

Spike was a great help, it made her nightly patrols a lot easier knowing someone capable was there looking over her shoulder, someone she knew could handle himself, and that she didn’t have to worry about him getting hurt like she had with her friends back in London, but there was no denying her attraction to him.

She felt it more every night, every time she saw him her heart rate would pick up, and she would have to try to calm herself before he noticed. Her cheeks would flush and her palms would sweat. She tried her best to act normal, and most nights she succeeded, but sometimes she would fumble and stumble all over her words, and that was usually when she would suggest they split up to cover more ground.

Then the dreams had started, every night a different dream, but one thing was always the same, it was always Spike, kissing her, touching her, pounding into her with a force and power she had never felt before, and the dreams always woke her usually leaving her hot and bothered, and with a painful ache between her thighs, leaving her with no other choice but to finish the job herself. Alone.

She was grateful for the break tonight, Spike had been patrolling with her nightly, and while she appreciated his help, she needed some time alone to think. So, when he had told her he wouldn’t be able to patrol with her tonight because Dawn wanted to spend time with him, she had happily said no problem.

Now, she was heading into a nearby cemetery, there had been reports of attacks lately on some local teens and she was determined to put a stop to it, but as she moved into the quiet cemetery a chill ran down her spine. Tt was almost like her entire body was screaming at her to turn around and leave, but she decided to shake it off and continue on. That was when she saw it, no more the ten feet away. It was one of the largest demons she had ever seen, it was at least seven feet tall and huge.

“Well, the bigger they are the harder they fall,” she thought to herself. “Here goes nothing.”

Smiling, she tried to put on a strong front.

She smirked. “Well, come and get it.”

The demon raced for her fast. Buffy slipped a sword from the scythe on her back, side stepping the demon she swung lopping its head off with little to no fuss. Watching its lifeless body stump to the ground before melting into a puddle of goo.

“Well, that was disappointing.” She sighed, but before she could replace her sword back into its scythe, it was knocked from her grasp, and a vampire grabbed her from behind. She was about to put up a fight, when she felt something sharp impale her side, gasping as white hot pain shot through her.

“I will not go down so easy,” the vampire hissed in her ear.

“Nor will I,” she hissed back, grabbing the arms wrapped around her neck and flipping him over her shoulder. Watching him stand, she noticed the knife he had stabbed her with was still imbedded in her side, getting into her fighting stance she prepared to fight.

“We were free of a slayer and then you came along,” he spat at her in full game face. She moved quickly, pulling a stake from inside her waist band. “And we will be again, I’ll see to that.”

“You’re pretty confident for someone so stupid.”

“What?” he asked confused.

“You don’t think I came here alone do you?” She smiled smugly, looking over his shoulder. The vampire turned around, ready to defend himself but there was nothing. He looked around the empty cemetery for a moment, and that was all she needed, moving fast she was behind him in a second thrusting the stake into his back, piecing his unbeating heart.

“As I said stupid,” she mocked just before he turned to dust. Looking around, she sighed in relief, it was clear he was alone, and for that she was thankful. One stupid vamp she could handle, but now that she was wounded, she doubted she would fare well with a group of them. Untying her jacket from around her waist, she slipped it on hoping it would hide the knife in her side just till she got home and was able to tend to it, taking one last glance around the empty cemetery, she grabbed her sword and headed home.

Spike stood on Dawn’s front porch taking in a much needed break and enjoying a smoke, he loved Dawn to death but if he had to listen to much more about her most recent heartthrob RJ or watch any more Dawson’s Creek, he may just have to kill himself. Stubbing out his smoke, he was just about to turn and head back in when he saw Buffy walking up the street heading for her front door.

Something was wrong, he knew the moment he saw her, she was walking with a limp, favoring her left side, she had a look of pain in her eyes and she was back far too early. She had only left an hour ago, and he had come to know that Buffy was never happy to come home from a patrol until she had done at least three sweeps of the town. Popping his head inside, he told Dawn he would be back soon before darting across the street.

Buffy just wanted to get this knife out of her side, have a hot bath and crawl into bed. She was just about to head into the kitchen when someone pounded on her door.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” She sighed, walking back to the door and opening it. “Spike,” she gasped in surprise, pulling on her jacket to make sure it was still covering her injury.

“What are you doing here? I thought you and Dawn had a movie night planned.”

“We do, I was on the front porch having a much needed break from the craziness of Dawson’s Creek, when I saw you come home.”

Buffy smiled “Ah Dawson’s Creek, sounds… exciting.” She laughed, slightly cringing when pain shot through her.

“Are you okay?” Spike asked, clearly concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

“Well, for one you’re back really early…”

“It was a slow night, so I figured I would come home early,” she lied.

“Yeah, I’m not really buying it. You are never satisfied unless you do a minimum of three sweeps.”

She shrugged. “So I’m slacking off a bit, no big.”

“You were walking with a limp.”

“Was I? I didn’t notice… maybe there was something in my shoe,” she continued to lie.

He was growing impatient and wanted the truth. “I can smell the blood luv, vampire and all.” She sighed in defeat. “So, are you going to show me the war wound?” he asked, crossing his hands.

Sighing, she removed the jacket, to show him the knife still firmly imbedded in her side. “Oh my god” he gasped.

“It’s really not that bad,” she whispered.

Spike leapt into action, starting to walk into the house, only to be pushed back by the invisible force field. It occurred to him then that he had never been to Buffy’s house, and therefore had never been invited in.

Buffy looked at him shocked, but she couldn’t help but feel bad she saw the confusion on his features, then the realization and the hurt came, he looked around unsure of what to do or say before she spoke.

“Spike…” she started, but he quickly cut her off.

“Um, if you just want to come over to the bit’s house I can fix that up for you.”

“Come in, Spike.” She smiled.

He looked up stunned, before walking over the threshold. “Presto, no barrier” he said, looking at her in awe. They stared at each other a moment longer, before he spoke again. “Um, do you have a first aid kit, luv?”

“Yeah, it’s in the kitchen on top of the refrigerator, just through there.”

He headed toward where she had pointed, returning a moment later first aid kit in hand. They moved into the living room, taking a seat on the couch. Spike moved in cutting the side of her shirt off so the knife was completely uncovered.

“This place is beautiful. Not to be nosy, but how do you afford it?” he asked, trying to start a conversation in hopes of distracting her.

“My parents were wealthy. My father, Hank, was a lawyer and my mother, Joyce, owned her own art gallery, they died when I was fourteen, and since I was an only child, I got everything.” She smiled sadly remembering her parents.

“I’m sorry, luv, I sure know how to put my foot in it,” he replied. He couldn’t help but feel guilty for bringing it up in the first place.

“It’s okay, it happened a long time ago and I’ve come to terms with it,” she whispered, looking down.

Spike took that moment to pull the knife free; she couldn’t stop the scream that ripped through her. Spike hissed in pain, grasping his head while placing pressure on the wound.

“Sorry.” He cringed, feeling guilty for causing her pain.

“Yeah, me too.” She smiled

“I’m fine pet, really.” He smiled, starting to clean the wound “Giles said your parents were killed by vampires.”

“That’s right; my parents did a lot of charity work in New York…. That’s where I was born. Anyway, one night these two homeless guys my parents knew from the local shelter showed up at our house hungry, my parents invited them in… I remember watching their faces shift and change into something I had only seen in horror movies and then I watched as they killed my parents,” she replied sadly, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“I’m so sorry, luv.”

She shook her head. “It’s okay, I mean for a long time I blamed myself because I was scared and hid, but I was just a kid but when I saw my mother dead, her once warm eyes so cold and lifeless and it was like something inside me snapped… I attacked, and before I realized what I was doing they were both dust.” She looked him in the eyes. “I don’t know how I knew what to do, I just did.”

“Well, I’m glad you did” he whispered.

Buffy felt a pull towards him, would it be so bad just to kiss him? Just one little kiss?

Before she could act, he spoke.” You’re all done.” She looked down to see the wound was covered. “It’s waterproof, so you can shower with it on,” he said, standing.

She nodded, walking him to the door. “Thanks for tonight.”

“No problem, but next time, luv, no lying and no secrets. Buffy, I need to know, why you invited me in tonight?” he asked nervously and unsure.

She looked up, seeing the fear of rejection in his eyes. Smiling gently she answered, “Because I trust you. Good night, Spike.”

Spike didn’t reply, couldn’t reply, he just stood there in shock as he watched Buffy shut the door. After a moment, her answer finally sunk in and he couldn’t stop the smile forming on his lips as he turned and headed back to Dawn.


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