Human?
By PassionFish
Part Eight
Willow
slowly opened the door to the Summer's spare room, her heart breaking as she
saw her best friend, curled up in the foetal position on the bed Spike had used
for the past two weeks. A red shirt and
a glint of silver was trapped beneath her fingers.
"Buffy?" Willow whispered, tentatively reaching out
to touch her friend’s shoulder. Buffy immediately
moved, so that she could curl up half on top of the witch.
"Oh,
god, Wills, what am I going to do?"
Buffy whimpered, without looking up into her friends’ eyes, not moving
from her position on the bed as she continued to cry.
"Oh,
Buffy, sweetie, I'm sure Spike'll be long gone by now so you won't have
to-" Buffy's cries only grew
louder at this and Willow winced. Then
gaped at the obvious, "D-did something happen Buffy? Between you and...and S-Spike, I mean?"
Buffy
sat up, her eyes full of sorrow.
"What am I going to do Wills?
Angel's back thinking everything is like it was but all this stuff's
happened in the last two weeks and...and its changed everything!" She wailed, collapsing back on the bed.
The
ring fell from her hands and rolled off the bed to the ground.
Both
girls followed the symbolic movement with their eyes. Buffy sniffled but was quiet.
She sat up again.
"I
guess I have to tell Angel." Buffy
whispered.
"I
guess so."
---
"Dru,
why do I feel like this?" Spike
asked groggily, he could barely move, his whole body ached.
"My
poor boy was human for too long, the demon's punishing you...bad Spike, grrruff!" Drusilla sat on the edge of the bed at the
mansion. "Here, drink this,
love...you have to keep up your strength."
"How
long for, pet?"
"Just
two days...a day for a week and a week for a day!" Dru got off the bed as she sang the words,
twirling around the room.
Spike
just watched her with empty eyes.
---
"Please,
just sit down, we can talk about this..."
Angel tried to usher her further into the apartment but she stayed
resolutely by the front door.
"I
don't think that would be a good idea Angel."
"Buffy,
please...can't we talk-"
"We
are, we HAVE talked about this....Angel, I need space...I can't do this a
second time. Please, you have to
respect that. I went through hell
without you and I can't handle it again."
Buffy left his apartment, closing the door quietly behind her.
"So
did I." Angel whispered, resting
his head against the wood.
---
"She's
dumping him?" Xander jumped up and
down in his seat and Willow scowled at him.
"Yes,
Xander, but don't act all happy around Buffy, she's really upset..."
"Oh,
yeah, I know..." Xander looked
down, then giggled, "But she's DUMPING him! And peroxide boy's left with his crazy zombie girl! Sunnydale is happy once more!" He did another little dance, just as the
doors to the library opened and Buffy walked in.
Giles
frowned at the boy, who quickly sat down.
The
bell rang.
"Come
on, Wills, we're gonna be late for class." Buffy's quiet, saddened voice wiped the smile of Xander's face.
As
Willow rushed to collect her things, Giles spoke softly to his slayer,
"Uh, Buffy will you stay after school for training?"
"Yeah,
my last periods' free so I'll come then - can we try and finish before school
ends? I don’t feel too good, think I
wanna go lie down."
"Of
course, Buffy." Giles hurried to
agree, wishing he could think of something to ease her pain.
"See
you later Xander.
"Uh,
Buff?"
Buffy
looked up and Xander's heart squeezed at the pain in her eyes, "Uh,
nothing - I'll see you in math."
"Bye."
---
Spike
stared blankly at the ceiling as Drusilla continued to count the non-existent
stars on the ceiling of the mansion room.
"They're
swirling and whirling and oooh!"
She cried out in pain. "My
Angel hurts....the nasty slayer has hurt daddy again....he pains...it whispers
to me, Spike...they're telling me all sorts of horrible things."
"What
sort of things, pet?" Spike asked
automatically.
"They
say they lied to me. They tell me my
Spike is going to leave me."
"I'm
not going anywhere, Dru." Spike
murmured into her hair, patting her hand gently.
"Miss
Edith says the icky slayer is going to steal my beautiful childe." Drusilla wailed, throwing the doll to the
ground as she cried. "Naughty Miss
Edith. You shall have no cake for
tea."
---
Buffy
lay in bed, watching the moonlight slowly enter the room. It was nearly
midnight and the moon was high in the sky.
She
hurt.
It
was as simple and as complicated as that.
She
hurt.
Her
head hurt from thinking of all the ways the relationship would never have
worked.
Her
eyes hurt from the pain-filled tears that had flowed freely all night long.
Her
hands hurt from having beat up solidly on one vampire for a full hour earlier
that night.
Her
stomach hurt from having thrown up for the first twenty minutes of her arrival
home.
Her
throat hurt from the argument she had had with Angel, when she'd met him on
patrol.
Her
heart hurt from the loss of her lover.
She
closed her eyes, and allowed the cool breeze that entered the window to flow
over her tired body.
"Spike..." She whispered longingly as she slipped
asleep.
---
"Hello,
love." Spike tried to smile affectionately
at her as she walked into the room...with a suitcase...and a doll.
"Spike...I've
decided to leave."
"What?" Spike frowned, his brain not really in gear.
"Miss.
Edith and I had a very long conversation..." Spike rolled his eyes, getting slowly to his feet and following
her out of the mansion as she continued to speak. "And we decided that we don't want to live near the
slayer. We were going to stay and wait
for daddy but you've made everything change..." She looked at him with
tearing eyes. "Its all sooo
wrong...sooo very wrooong." She crooned,
tears slipping down her face.
"Dru,
don't..." Spike said helplessly,
brushing the tears from her cheeks. He
never could bare to see her cry.
Drusilla
stopped from her mad haze and met his emotive eyes with child-like orbs. She stepped forward and placed a hand on his
cheek. "Miss. Edith said to warn
you...about the minions. They won't
like the slayer...you'll have to rid of them." She sighed and pressed her lips briefly to his. "Don't worry about daddy though - he's
not coming back now. But this one loves
the icky slayer, he's not all good...be careful my love."
Spike
frowned, trying to comprehend all the information as he watched her walk away
with the doll in hand. He followed the
minion who was carrying her suitcase to the front door. Spike swallowed a laugh when he saw a taxi
waiting for her. The vampiress got
in. She gave him a little wave as the
cab pulled away.
Retracting
another cigarette Spike lit it and brought it to his mouth. With a sigh he expelled the smoke from his
dead lungs then walked out into the night.
He
had a slayer to find.
---
"She
dumped him!" Xander did another
impromptu dance in his seat, his eyes lit up.
"Oh,
for the love of - look there's Cordy, shut up unless you wanna die a horrible
death." Willow grumbled, glad of
the distraction. Sometimes...no,
actually ALOT of the time Xander was just too much to handle.
"You
wanna dance?" Oz asked as a slow,
ballad beat rolled around the Bronze dance floor.
Willow
smiled at her boyfriend's distraction techniques and nodded happily, allowing
herself to forget her best friends worries in her werewolf's arms.
---
Spike
carefully climbed through the open window, sitting on the edge as he surveyed
the angel in front of him. Golden hair
spread out over soft linen, pained eyes; contorted in sleep…and a scrap of red
silk caught between soft fingers.
Buffy
sighed, his name slipping from her lips as she awoke - sensing his presence in
the room. His name on her lips tempted
him to walk closer to her. As Buffy sat
up Spike moved to the bed. She swung
her legs over the side, as Spike sank to his knees in front of her.
The
silence stretched between them, neither moved, neither said a word.
Slowly,
Spike brought his cool hand up to her face, brushing the back of it across her
heated cheek. He watched as she closed
her eyes and sighed his name.
"Buffy?" She opened her eyes and he shook visibly
from the emotions his saw swirling in her hazel orbs.
Spike
tilted his head slightly as Buffy's lips came down to meet his. They pressed together, almost desperately as
though they were worried the other would drift away as a dream.
He
moved his hand from under her top to tangle in her hair as he gently rolled her
on to her back. With the better angle,
Spike deepened the kiss, sliding the tangled sheet further from her body.
She
smiled as she heard his sharp intake of breath as her skin was bared to his exclusive
view, her smile turning into a moan as he lowered his mouth to her breasts,
worrying first one then the other. He
gently kissed back up to her neck, sucking at the skin over her pulse point,
before moving up to claim her lips once more.
The
kiss was as tender as the first but with a stronger passion. He lowered his hand from her hair to her
breast, the other worming its way to further remove the single sheet that
separated them. Buffy ran her hands up
and down his now bare back, before moving lower, slightly under the waistband of
his jeans to scratch at the swell of his buttocks. The vampire purred at the sensation, and the Slayer smiled
against his lips.
Their
tongue and lips still entwined they slowly removed the remainder of their
clothing. Spike positioned himself at
her opening, waiting for admittance.
Buffy raised her hips, impaling herself. She ripped her lips from his to utter a small cry as she adjusted
to his size.
She
felt at home. She felt loved.
Spike
reclaimed her lips as he began to thrust up in to her, one of his hands tugging
gently on her nipple. She was so hot,
he felt like he was feeling the sun once more.
As
they both neared orgasm, Buffy began squeezing him tighter and Spike moved his
hand down to her swollen clit, pinching it.
Within seconds Buffy climaxed, screaming his name as she came.
Instinctively,
she bared her neck and Spike sank his fangs into her soft skin. As her powerful, sweet blood flowed into his
mouth he released himself, growling continuously as he did so. Extracting his fangs from her neck he licked
and kissed the wound gently to help it heal, purring louder than before.
Tears
of complete contentment flowed freely down Buffy's cheeks and as Spike raised
his head to hers,
his
face still in its vampiric countenance, her smile only widened. He tenderly brushed his lips against hers,
before moving out of her, pulling her to his chest.
She
curled up once again at his side and the two replete lovers drifted off to the
vampire's quiet purrs.