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AN-: Hope you like the update…

I can’t apologise enough for not updating sooner. Having not got some of the grades I needed in my summer exams, I had to change the subjects I was taking this year, so everything has been a little hectic.

I’m off to work now so leave some reviews so I can come home and smile!
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Buffy sat next to Spike in English trying hard to listen to the teacher describing
the emotive changes that occurred within the plot of the novel they were
studying, but found her gaze drifting continuously to Spike. He was staring at
a spot on the floor in front of his desk, that only he could see.


Normally in English, his attention was focused completely on the lesson, for
the most part. The other part was on Buffy. He’d told her only the other day
that the only thing he had a real passion for in life (besides her and his music)
was English. It really fascinated him and she could see this every time he was
in the lesson. How mush he enjoyed reading a new poem and he was always
stunning the rest of the class with how much he could tell about a poet, simply
from the words he had used. The class didn’t see him as geeky or nerdish,
because whenever Spike explained concepts within the poem, they made so
much more sense. He could basically explain things to them in, for lack of a
better word, layman’s terms.

Buffy discretely slipped her hand into his and interlaced her fingers with his.
Her touch brought him out of his reverie and she whispered, quietly so only he
could hear,

“Are you OK?”

“Yeah pet, why wouldn’t I be? Spike asked her softly.

“You just don’t seem… well… yourself.”

“I’m fine, just got a bit of a headache is all.”

Alarm bells sounded in Buffy’s head and her mind reminded her of all the
times she had heard that kind of line before, in movies, television, or in reality.
Either he really did have a headache, or he was using the number one
dismissal line, ‘faking illness to get someone off your back’.


But she dismissed it. Spike wasn’t like that. Perhaps he was feeling the after
effects of his fall from the tree he’d climbed to get into his room late last night
after he’d left Buffy sound asleep on the couch. The fall that had given him the scratches on his face.


“Maybe you should go home, get some rest.” She whispered.

“Nah, I’ll be alright pet.” Spike assured her and turned his head slightly to
place a soft, chaste kiss to her forehead.

Spike turned his attention back to the teacher, but it wasn’t long before his
mind began to wander again, and his gaze found the blank paper on his desk
the perfect place to play back the events of last night…

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Spike stood, rooted to the spot in complete shock. This had to be a dream;
there was no way she was here, in his room. His addled brain managed to
form words as he tried to speak.

“Wh…what…are you…what are you doing here?”

“Come now my sweet, don’t I get a kiss first?” She stood up and walked
towards him and placed her hands on his chest.

“No…don’t touch me. I asked you what you were doing here?” Spike
managed to speak more clearly as her touch on his body proved that she was real.

“I’ve come to see you my love. You must have missed me so much.” She
purred as she ignored his request that she not touch him, and ran her fingers
down the middle of his sweater.
“Don’t kid yourself Dru…” Spike spoke with a cool rapor, “I haven’t missed you
one bit. I broke up with you because… well lets face it, you were a nutcase
love.”

Spike could have sworn he was flicker of sadistic glee flash through her eyes
briefly at the mention of the word ‘love’.


“But I know you didn’t mean it my sweet. You and I… we’re forever. Without
me, you’d be nothing.”

Spike couldn’t help but look into her eyes, they were so entrancing… BUT
NO, he wouldn’t look, he knew Drusilla was a nutcase, but there was
something about the look in her eyes, something deep within them that made
it so hard to pull away.

Drusilla reached up and placed her hand gently on his cheek and turned his
face towards her again. Her hand felt so soft, just like he remembered.


“Dru, don’t…” Spike whispered. Just then, an image of his beautiful Buffy
entered his mind and brought him back to his senses. “…Dru I love someone
else now.” He told her softly.


“NO!” Dru screeched and brought her hand away from his cheek like she had
been burnt, but left behind two crimson scratches, the product of her long,
red, white tipped nails.

“NO!” She shrieked again. “You said you’d be mine, we’d be together forever.”
She pulled his lips to her and kissed him deeply.


“No, Dru STOP.” Spike mumbled against her lips as he pulled away from her.

“Don’t do this. We’ve been broken up for six months now, I don’t love you
anymore. I thought I loved you… but now… now I know what true love is, and
I know what I had with you wasn’t true love.”


Part of him hated doing this to her, after all she was right. He would have
been nothing without her. The other part of him, knew that if he played into
Dru’s hands, or showed her the slightest bit too much attention she would
never leave him alone. He was in love now… with Buffy, and he wouldn’t
jeopardise his relationship with her for anyone, not even for Dru. Drusilla had
a slight, well ok, almost completely psychotic nature. Her fascination with the
macabre, voodoo dolls, her regular drug induced trance like state had scared
him and made him realise that she was completely off her trolley. He had only
been with her in the first place because she was the only one who had shown
him attention.

But now, he was finally happy. With Dru, although she had changed his
image, made him popular, he had never really felt content. He thought he had,
but it was nothing compared to what he felt now. He felt like he had found the
missing piece of himself. With Buffy, he knew he’d finally found love… the real
kind.

Spike looked at Dru, trying to gage her reaction. She looked at the small
traces of blood on her fingernails where she had scratched Spike, she had a
kind of far off look in her eyes.

“But Miss Edith so wanted to be a happy family again.”

‘Fuck me’ Spike cursed inwardly, ‘she still had that bloody doll, the one that
Drusilla had started talking to like it were her own child. The same doll that
had pushed Spike over the edge and made him realise how screwed up
Drusilla really was.

“Dru, I thought you were going to get some help. Talk to someone about
your… problems.”

“I did,” she replied. “But the bad man wouldn’t let me talk to Miss Edith, so I
had to pretend. Pretend I was better so I could come and find you.”

Spike half sighed, half groaned. “Listen Dru, please leave. I don’t wanna have
to say it again alright. I love someone else now and I’m not leaving her… for
anyone.”

“Well… we’ll have to see about that won’t we my sweet.” Drusilla purred. She
stepped in closer to Spike and whispered. “You’ll always be mine Spike.” She
turned and left his room with a smile on her ruby lips.

Spike heard the front door shut and looked out of his window to see Drusilla
walk down the pavement, only to be consumed by the darkness. He sunk
down on his bed and ran his hands through his hair, cursing to himself silently.

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As the bell rang to signal the end of the lesson, Spike snapped back to reality.
‘It’s fine,” he said internally. ‘No matter what Dru does, I’m not leaving Buffy.
I’m not gonna let her destroy the best thing that’s happened to me.’


Spike glanced at Buffy and the soft smile she presented him with was enough
to make him feel confident in his self proclaimed promise.

But no matter what he though, there was the small, insistent voice at the back
of his mind, repeating to him the question of, ‘How far would Drusilla’s warped
mind tell her to go.’

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