Chapter 14


“Oh my God,” Buffy repeated before slowly backing away from the sight
before her, uncaring of any possible danger that could be behind her. She
was more focused on the danger in front of her.

Spike watched her, putting an impassive look on his face as she bumped into
her Watcher.

“Buffy?” Giles asked, keeping a careful eye on the two vampires.

“Get out of here, Giles,” Buffy said in a low tone.

“Buffy-“

“I said get out.”

Spike felt his body calling for hers as she shoved her Watcher and friends
out into the sunlight. With one last look at Spike, Buffy felt the tears
gathering in her eyes before she followed them.

“Well, that couldn’t have gone better if I’d planned it,” Angelus said with a
gleeful smile.

Spike shot his grandsire a menacing look as Angelus stared him down.

“So, you claimed her without her knowledge, did you?” the older vampire
asked with a smirk. “I could smell your scent all over her. Strange how
she didn’t want to stick around, considering how much you’ve ‘bonded’,” he
said with a laugh before disappearing to the back of the factory.

Spike slowly approached the door that Buffy had gone through, careful to
avoid the light as he silently willed the sun to go down.

* * * * *

“Would you like to tell me why we just ran out of there?” Giles asked,
looking over at Buffy as she hugged her arms around her body.

Willow gave her friend a nervous look, having recognized one of the vampires
as Spike, vaguely remembering seeing the blonde at the Bronze.

“Um…they were too powerful,” Buffy replied, avoiding Giles’ eyes. “Both of
them together…I never would have been able to take them on.”

“Well, that’s why we were there, Buff,” Xander replied.

Buffy shook her head. “It’s too dangerous,” she replied as she caught
Willow looking at her. “You guys stay inside tonight, I’ll patrol.”

Giles knew there was more to the story but decided to leave the young girl
alone. She carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. If she didn’t
feel up to fighting, then he couldn’t push her to it.

* * * * *

Buffy was hurriedly packing a bag for her mother when she heard the front
door open and close.

“Buffy?”

“I’m upstairs,” Buffy called, zipping up the bag.

“What’s going on?” Joyce asked, standing in the doorway.

“I need you to go stay with some friends tonight,” Buffy replied.

“This is unexpected,” Joyce said, sitting down on her bed. “And why are you
kicking me out of my own house?"

“Mom, we need to talk about some things.”

“Such as?”

“Mom…I’m a vampire slayer.”

* * * * *

“How did she take it?” Willow asked.

Buffy propped the phone between her shoulder and her ear as she checked over
her weapons. “Better than I expected, but still not great.”

“Understandable,” Willow replied. “Now tell me what’s going on with you.”

“What do you mean?” Buffy asked, a tremor making its way into her voice.

“I saw your reaction in the factory, Buffy,” Willow said gently. “What
happened between you and Spike?”

“How long do you have?” Buffy asked with a small laugh before sighing.
“He’s just…he’s been so nice, Wills. Well…as nice as a soulless monster can
be.”

“What does that mean?”

“He’s temperamental and stubborn and…and I thought I was falling in love
with him,” Buffy trailed off in a whisper.

“Oh,” Willow said in a soft, shocked tone. “And now?”

“I let myself forget,” Buffy whispered. “Who he was…what he was.”

“Do you think you can kill him?”

“I slept with him, Willow,” she said softly, feeling tears streaming down
her cheeks. “I know it was probably a mistake, but he…”

“He…what?”

“He made me feel things that I never…and now a demon has an all access pass
to my house and what am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know, Buffy.”

Buffy slowly looked up and saw the sun setting.

“Are you going patrolling tonight or waiting for him to come to you?”

“I haven’t really thought that far ahead,” Buffy said softly. “Although, my
house probably isn’t the best place for a fight.”

“And if he just wants to talk?”

“I don’t know if I can…I just feel like I’ve been manipulated. He killed a
girl that looks like me, Willow. Right before we walked in, and what if…what
if I had just been a minute earlier?”

“I’m sorry,” Willow said quietly. “But you can’t go through life with ‘what
ifs’.”

“You’re right. I better go.”

“Be careful, Buffy.”

“I promise,” she replied before disconnecting the call.

Buffy took a deep breath before grabbing her weapons.

* * * * *

Buffy twirled a stake as she sat on a headstone later that night. She
hadn’t seen or sensed Spike, and she was feeling grateful for that.

As soon as the thought crossed her mind, Buffy’s senses heightened as she
felt someone get close to her.

Springing off the headstone, Buffy scanned the area looking for the
presence. The feeling confused her as she looked around, sensing Spike, but
unsure whether it was him or not.

“You’re the Slayer,” a calm voice said in the darkness.

“Who’s asking?”

Buffy watched as a tall dark-haired man appeared from behind a crypt. He
looked vaguely familiar, and Buffy’s mind flashed back to the factory,
remembering he was the vampire next to Spike.

“Who are you?”

“You don’t know?” he asked in a mocking tone. “I would have thought they’d
have the Slayer do her research.”

“I’m not much for homework,” Buffy replied, crossing her arms over her
chest. “Stake through the heart, sunlight- it’s all pretty clear to me.”

“I don’t think you should be trying that, Slayer.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because then who will tell you what you want to know about Spike?”

“I know him pretty well,” Buffy replied skeptically. “I’ve never seen you
before. How do you know him?”

“I’m family.”

“Family?”

“The name’s Angelus…heard of me?”

“Can’t say that I have.”

Buffy saw a flash of disappointment on his face and had to suppress a smirk.

“What are you planning on telling me?”

“Has Spike ever mentioned Drusilla?”

“Who?”

‘The woman he was in love with,” Angelus replied.

Buffy felt her stomach drop as she stared at the man. “H-he said he’s never
been in love,” she said softly.

Angelus let out a loud bark of laughter. “He lied.”





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