By
PassionFish
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PART TWO
"Repercussions and Reprieves"
"Spike! What is it?!" Buffy cried as she watched her lover fall to his knees. She dropped next to him, his cries haunting
her. She tried to touch him, to draw
him to her. She cringed as he flinched
from her touch. "What is it? What's wrong?!"
After what seemed like a
lifetime he finally looked at her, "Spike?"
New tears formed in his
eyes, "Buff-y, I'm s-s-so s-s-sorry."
Buffy forcefully pulled
him into her arms only to have him push her away, "No, I d-d-don't
deserv-ve it."
"What is it? What’s happened?"
"I didn't kn-know,
p-p-please you have to bel-believe me."
"What?" Buffy cried, tears leaking into her voice.
"The m-man
downstairs. I didn't know. Angelus said..." He couldn't finish but at the mention of her
old lovers name Buffy knew what he was saying.
"No..." She moved away, sliding on the floor until
her back hit the bed. "...No, Spike, please..." Her head shook as the tears streamed down
her face, trying to deny what was happening.
*No, not Spike. He wouldn't do
that. No, he cares for me. I love him.
He wouldn't....Angelus.*
Her thoughts paused at
the despised name. Angelus. He'd done this. He'd probably taunted Spike, lied about who her father was. Yeah....Spike wouldn't have done this. If she had even doubted him, his reaction to
the news made it obvious.
Without a word she wiped
the tears from her cheek and grabbed the stake from her nightstand. She passed Spike and slipped out of the open
window. Making sure not to pass where
she was sure her father's body would lie she left in search of vengeance.
*
"Why hello lover,
out for a late night walk?"
She didn't respond,
merely drew her stake out from her waistband and stood in a fighting stance.
Angelus regarded
her. She looked as beautiful as
ever. He could see tear tracks and his
grin widened at the knowledge of her pain.
Her face was totally devoid of emotion.
That almost worried him.
Almost. "How about a goodnight kiss?"
Buffy simply continued to
stare at him. Her eyes cold, dead
almost.
"Alright then, lets
play."
He lashed out with his
right fist, surprised when Buffy blocked it and slugged him back harder than ever
before. He staggered but quickly
righted himself in time for Buffy's sharp roundhouse kick to his head. He tumbled to the ground, on to his knees.
He anticipated her next
move to be to punch him and he waited so he could pull her to him.
He was wrong.
Buffy kicked him again,
once in the head then as he was left dazed she lead with her left before
slamming her booted right foot into his groin.
Angelus howled in pain, reaching down to cup himself. Her foot shot out again, knocking him onto
his back.
He looked up at her, eyes
full of pain melting to humour when she paused, "You can't do it, you
can't kill me."
Buffy shook her head
slowly in defeat, lowering the stake.
Angelus relaxed and in that split second Buffy slammed the wood into his chest.
"Wrong." His shocked eyes met hers and she smiled, a
grin of pure hatred and evil. "I
don't think you got it. I love Spike. Nothing you could have done would take him
from me."
"Buffy..." Angelus exploded into dust.
Buffy calmly replaced the
stake up her sleeve and turning on her heel, walked out of the cemetery.
***
Buffy watched
dispassionately as the rain-drops slid down the window pane, slipping down the
roof, to finally flow along the gutter, splashing into the street below.
She tried to
think of something. To think of
anything. But she was just numb
inside. Nothing anyone did seemed to
matter to her.
And nothing
seemed to change.
Never had she
felt so alone.
*
He could hear
the thunder roar outside, the sharp sheets of rain slamming into the few
windows that were left in the mansion.
The water
poured inside, splashing to the cold, indifferent stone floors below.
Spike was
curled up on the bed and tried to think, tried to reason with himself.
But his
usually active brain was silent. The
voices that had, at times, unnerved him, had deserted his skull.
His whole
world was silent.
Never had he
felt so alone.
***
"Spike?"
"Buffy?" Spike raised his tortured eyes to hers,
staring at her with such sorrow.
It had been two weeks. Buffy hadn't returned that night to her
home. She'd gone to Giles and told him
that she'd killed Angelus and that Angelus had killed her father. Her mother returned immediately.
The ceremony had been
simple. Her friends supportive. But all she wanted had left her.
"I'm so
sorry." He chocked, lowering his
eyes.
Buffy rushed to the bed,
pushing herself into his arms as she cried.
Spike looked shocked, wrapping his arms around her as he pulled her
further to him. She moved so that she
was on the bed, lying in his arms. The
tears continued to flow, from both of them.
Buffy crying from her two losses of the past two weeks. Spike weeping for the one thing he never
thought he'd experience again.
Pure Bliss.
It was a whole two hours
before Buffy finally raised her head, looking up into his misty blue eyes,
"I missed you so much."
"I missed you,
too. I'm so sorry, I didn't
know...."
"Sshhh..." Buffy murmured, pressing her lips to
his. The past two weeks had been hard,
loosing two of the men she loved. While
she knew what he'd done, she knew who really had committed the atrocity. She'd already lost one person she
loved. She wasn't about to loose
another.
*
Hours later Buffy lay,
wrapped in his cool embrace, listening as he purred.
"I love you, so
much, Buffy."
"I know you
do."
*
"How, how can you
forgive me?" Spike eventually
asked.
"Because I know it
was Angelus' fault. I know what he said
to you."
"I should have
trusted you. You shouldn't forgive me,
you deserve better." His arms
tightened around her, unwilling to let her go though that was precisely what he
was telling her should happen.
"I love you. I can't stand it without you. The last two weeks have been..."
"Hell." Spike completed and Buffy murmured her
agreeance. "I never want you away
from me, ever again."
"Never." Buffy whispered softly in return. A few moments passed before Buffy plucked up
the courage to ask something that had been bothering her since she'd arrived at
the mansion.
"Spike?"
"Hmmm?"
"Where is
everyone? The minions, Drusilla?"
"Minions are dust
and I think she left." Spike
answered quietly, he didn't really want to talk about death in case it made her
remember what had happened, and made her realise that actually she didn't forgive
him.
Buffy raised a hand to
caress his cheek, "And you don't mind, about Drusilla I mean?"
"She doesn't mean
anything to me anymore."
"What?" Buffy gasped.
"Since 'us' I
realised that we, me and Dru, never had anything other than...an
understanding. She was fine to run back
to daddy when he returned." He
reached up and brushed a lock of hair from her face.
"To be honest with
you, love, I haven't even noticed her the past few months."
"Why?" Buffy asked, softly.
"Because I'm
hopelessly, completely and irreversibly in love with you, my pet."
Buffy giggled as he
purred at her and snuggled back on his chest, "My giant
kitty-cat." She whispered, closing
her eyes.