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A/N Keep in mind that this is still season 2 Spike. He’s subtly changing, but just remember he’s not season 6 Spike.



Chapter 11


Buffy managed to make it through her bedroom window and change into her
robe moments before her mother entered the room.

“You awake, honey?”

Buffy was barely able to hide the sigh of relief that she hadn’t been caught
as she sat on the edge of the bed and nodded, holding the top of the robe
closed.

Joyce walked forward with a worried expression on her face. “Are you
feeling okay?” she asked, feeling her daughter’s forehead. “You don’t look
so good.”

“I’m a little weak,” Buffy said truthfully, hoping that her mother would
leave before the blood began to seep through the thick terrycloth.

“Why don’t you stay home and rest today,” Joyce said as Buffy nodded. “I’ll
be working late, but I’ll make sure and check on you when I get home.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Buffy said with a soft smile as Joyce walked out of the room.

Buffy waited until she heard the click of the front door closing before
walking over to her vanity. Carefully peeling the layer of fabric away from
her neck, Buffy cringed at the damage. Even with Slayer healing, it would
take several days for the wound to close.

Buffy curled up on her bed and let more tears fall.

‘You had sex with a soulless monster,’ Buffy thought, mentally slapping
herself. ‘And you’re surprised by the outcome?’

* * * * *

Joyce entered her house later that night, quietly climbing the stairs and
checking on her daughter. She slowly pulled the door shut after seeing that
Buffy was asleep and walked back downstairs.

Fixing herself some hot chocolate, Joyce was surprised at the knock on the
door. She was even more surprised to see a handsome man on the other side.

“Mrs. Summers?”

“Yes,” Joyce replied in confusion.

“I’m William Sinclair,” he said with a friendly smile. “I hear you’re the
person to talk to if I’m looking to buy some art.”

“Well…yes, but I have a gallery for that.”

“I understand, but…this is kind of embarrassing,” he said with a sheepish
smile. “I have a very serious allergy to the sun…this is my only option.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Joyce said with a smile. “Won’t you come in?”

Spike smiled as he crossed the threshold.

* * * * *

Buffy stirred in her sleep, slowly opening her eyes. She was surprised to
see her window open with the curtains fluttering in the cool breeze.

“Mom?” she called softly, sitting up in bed.

Panic ripped through her system when she felt a hand clamp down on her mouth
and a body pressing her into the bed. Buffy’s breathing sped up as her vision
focused in the dark room. Her eyes widened when she saw Spike lying on top
of her, and she immediately began squirming beneath him, trying to break his
hold.

“Easy, Slayer,” he said in a soothing tone. “I’m going to take my hand away,
and when I do, you’re going to be a good little girl and not scream, right?
I’d hate for something to happen to that lovely mum of yours.”

Buffy swallowed, realizing her mom must have invited him in as she nodded
her acceptance. Spike slowly took his hand away but kept his body in
place. He didn’t say anything for several long moments before tilting her
chin to look at the swollen skin, caked in dried blood, the remaining
evidence of his treatment of her earlier that morning.

He felt anger flow through his body as the demon burned below the surface
when he felt her body trembling beneath him.

“What?” he asked sharply as her eyes met with his.

Buffy looked into the blue depths, seeing flecks of amber sparking in them
as he held the demon at bay. “Wh-what are you doing here?” she asked in a
whisper.

“What do you think I’m doing here?” Spike challenged.

Buffy’s trembling worsened the more she tried to control it. “Please don’t
hurt me,” she whispered, the girl speaking instead of the Slayer.

Spike’s eyes flashed yellow for a brief moment. “Relax, Slayer. If I
wanted to fuck you, I would already be inside you right now.”

Instead of relief, Buffy felt tears come to her eyes as she looked away.
“Leave,” she said in a choked voice.

“No.”

Buffy’s eyes came back to his, her jaw clenching. “Why? Are you wanting to
finish what you started?”

“I didn’t bite you on purpose,” Spike said, softening his tone even though
the demon wanted to beat some sense into her.

“So your fangs just found their way into my jugular, but you had no
intention of hurting me?”

“Something like that.”

“Well, you did,” Buffy said, blinking back tears and turning away.
Involuntarily giving him a perfect view of his mark on her, Spike felt an
overwhelming sense of pride and…remorse.

‘You’re a vampire,’ he thought, trying to get control over his emotions.
‘You’re not supposed to feel bad about hurting the Slayer. You’re supposed
to be finishing the job. You could take her right now, just like this
morning, drain her dry and leave her.’

But he couldn’t. It pained him to even think of the girl beneath him,
losing the vibrant quality and turning into nothing but a dead shell.

“I’m not going to say I’m sorry for doing something in my nature,” Spike
said through clenched teeth. “You knew what you were getting into.”

Buffy finally turned back to look at him, both noticing how close their lips
were. How intimately entwined their bodies were. Spike saw the tears slip
down her cheeks and felt his undead heart clench, which also made him angry.

“Stop it,” he growled, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her.

Buffy’s chin quivered as Spike’s dominant nature came to the forefront.

“I said…stop it.”

Buffy continued to let her tears fall. “I don’t have to listen to you.”

Whatever scrap of control Spike was holding onto snapped. “Do you want to
test me?” he asked in a low tone.

She merely stared at him in a silent challenge. Spike angrily ripped away
the sheet that was separating them, his hands moving to her robe when her
soft voice entered his consciousness.

“Please don’t.”

Spike stopped, not because of the words, but because of her tone of voice.
It was the sound of soft acceptance if he’d decided to make good on his
threat, but at the same time, understanding what he was trying to do.

The demon viewed sex as dominance and who better to demonstrate that with
than the Slayer?

Spike took a deep, unneeded breath, sitting up as Buffy closed her robe a
little tighter. Spike leaned forward, putting his face in his hands as he
shut his eyes.

“What’s happening to me?” he asked himself.

Buffy heard the soft question as she sat up, moving closer to him and laying
her hand on his back. “You really didn’t mean to bite me?”

Spike pulled his hands away, seeing her reflection in the mirror…alone. “I
didn’t,” he said softly. “But I should have.”

“Do you want to kill me?”

Spike clenched his jaw, turning to face her and seeing the look in her eyes.
“I did.”

“I know that…but what about now?”

“I’m not supposed to want you,” he replied, not giving her a straight
answer.

“Do you love me?” she asked quietly.

Spike took a deep breath. “No.”

Buffy quickly hid the hurt on her face as she nodded, standing up and
walking over to the window. Spike sighed as he stood up, walking over to
her, not understanding the need to comfort her.

“It’s not that easy for a vampire to fall in love, kitten.”

Buffy nodded, hugging her arms around her body. “Have you ever been in
love?” she asked, staring out the window.

‘Now is not the time to bring up Drusilla,’ he thought. ‘You’re a
vampire…soulless demon…lie to her.’

“No,” he mumbled, perplexed at the feeling of guilt he felt.

“Do you care about me?” Buffy asked the question she’d wanted to ask him
that morning. At least, before everything went horribly wrong.

Spike stayed quiet, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her
tender neck. “What are you asking me, Buffy?”

“Would you care if I died?” she asked.

“I’ve already told you, pet-“

“No,” Buffy said, shaking her head, needing to get some kind of understanding
about the man behind her. “I know you don’t want to kill me anymore. I’m
asking you…if I died tomorrow…would you care?”

Spike’s arms tensed around her waist, giving her the answer she needed.





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