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Chapter 5


Buffy walked through the cemetery later that week, gritting her teeth when
she felt his familiar presence.

“You know, this whole stalking thing really isn’t that appealing,” she said,
knowing he was standing behind her. Turning around, Buffy glared at the
blonde vampire. “If you want to fight, let’s fight. If not…leave me
alone.”

“I find it interesting, Slayer, that you don’t seem very eager to fight me.
Aren’t you supposed to attack my kind and ask questions later?” Spike asked
with a smirk.

“Is that the way you want to do it?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Spike chuckled, his mind choosing a double meaning for her statement. “I’ll
do it anyway you want to, luv.”

“So, do you stalk everyone like this, or am I the only special one?” Buffy
asked, crossing her arms across her chest.

Spike’s smile faded as he narrowed his eyes on her. “You’re the only
special one, Slayer,” he replied in a low tone, reminding himself that this
girl was the reason his dark princess was no longer with him.

“Lucky me,” she said wryly. “What’s the agenda for tonight?”

Spike wrapped his arms around his body as he sauntered over to her, looking
her up and down as he walked. “Tonight…we fight.”

Before the words were out of his mouth, Buffy doubled over in pain as Spike’s
fist hit her in the stomach. Luckily, the slash along her ribs had closed again,
but it was still tender. She gasped for air as his knee connected with her
face.

Buffy flew back, landing on the soft grass as stars seemed to dance in front
of her eyes. She could see Spike drop to his knees in front of her, his
fangs bared as he came toward her. Buffy gripped the stake until she could
feel blood dripping from her hand as the wood bit into her skin. She gasped
for breath as Spike came closer, but all she could see through the pain was
a blurry figure.

Deciding she better do something before it was too late, Buffy thrust the
stake toward Spike, rolling away as he roared in pain. She knew that she
missed his heart, but she definitely got his shoulder, causing him enough
pain that she could roll away from him. Scrambling to her feet, Buffy began to
run, not caring what direction she was going in as long as she got away.
She could hear him behind her as she suddenly spun around and was able to
deliver a powerful backhand to his jaw.

Buffy’s vision began to clear as the pain receded, but she felt the panic
overwhelm her as Spike’s strong arms gripped her, throwing her into the side
of a mausoleum before spinning her around and brutally holding her against
the cold stone.

Buffy felt tears come to her eyes.

‘It’s all come down to this,’ she thought, refusing to let the tears fall.
‘Sixteen years old, and my life is over…and I feel relief.’

Buffy felt Spike’s movements slow down, but her eyes were squeezed shut, bracing herself against the inevitable pain that she was about to go through. Bracing herself for the release. She could feel him as he got closer to her, his fangs slowly grazing her neck. She prepared herself for her final moments, for the blow that would rip her life from her body. Buffy squirmed in his grasp, giving one last effort to get away but knowing it was useless. She was too weak from the powerful blows he had delivered only a moment ago.

“Don’t turn me,” she whispered, opening her eyes as he pulled back to look
at her. “Just don’t turn me.”

“I thought you would have been a better fight than this, Slayer.”

“You were the one who said you’re not above taking cheap shots…you did. I
wasn’t ready. You win.”

Spike’s demon slipped away as he stared at the young girl with cold blue
eyes. He couldn’t figure it out. He had the Slayer in his arms, and he
hadn’t killed her yet. With the first two, he had taken the first
opportunity to go in for the kill, not hesitating to drain one dry or break
the other’s neck. Now, here he was almost taking a step back as he looked
at her. And he had more motivation for killing this one, yet he couldn’t
bring himself to do it.

“You have a death wish.”

Buffy stared at him for a long moment before averting her eyes, not wanting
to answer. Spike’s grip loosened on her arms, bracing himself against the
wall of the crypt as he looked at her.

“What are you doing?” she asked in a soft voice.

“Are you ready to die?”

The question was spoken in such a soft manner, Buffy couldn’t decipher the
meaning behind it. “Are you ready to kill me?” she asked.

“That’s not what I was asking. Do you want to die?”

Buffy looked into his clear blue eyes, understanding the meaning behind his
words. “If it’s not you, it will be something else,” she whispered with a
slight shrug. “Why prolong the inevitable?”

This answer seemed to anger Spike as he stared at her. “I thought you were
better than this,” he replied in a low tone. “You’re just giving up. A
nice clean death, and then you’re done, is that it?”

“What do you know!?” she yelled angrily. “You’re going to live forever!
The only threat to you and your kind is me. One of me versus thousands upon
thousands of vampires. What’s the point? I can never make a difference.”
Buffy looked down at the ground, not knowing why she was opening up to this
stranger. This stranger who wanted her dead. “Four months ago, I didn’t
want to die,” she whispered, raising her eyes to his and surprised to see
the compassion in them. “The Master killed me, and I wanted nothing more
than to be able to live. Now I’m alive, and I just want it to end…I want it
over. I’m supposed to go on and graduate and fight and work and fight some
more? I just want it over. I want peace.”

Spike stared at her for a long moment. Not thinking about anything other
than his own needs, his body pressed against her smaller one as his lips
crushed hers. Buffy gasped into his mouth, allowing Spike’s tongue to slip
in and duel with hers.

She had never been kissed this way. She’d never felt powerless to something
so simple as his lips touching hers, his hands wrapping around her waist.
Wanting to forget who she was, even if it was for just this brief moment,
Buffy’s arms reached up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as the
kiss deepened. She didn’t want to think, she didn’t want to worry, she just
wanted to feel. She didn’t want to stop and analyze the fact that this
soulless creature was awakening more desire and passion in her than she had
ever felt in her short life.

Breaking away after a moment, Spike’s eyes snapped open as he realized
what he had just done. With a low growl, he pushed her away before disappearing
into the night. Buffy watched him go, more confused than she had ever been.
She didn’t know why she had allowed the kiss to continue. She didn’t know
where the feelings had come from. And she didn’t know why she wanted to
follow him. She just knew it could never happen again.





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