Foolish Games

By: Saltygoodness

Summary: This story is a new take on the episode 'School Hard'. The parent-teacher night never happened. Spoilers for everything up to the scene in the Bronze. Buffy and Spike never met, and she is currently with Angel.

Pairing: B/S

Rating: PG-13.

Disclaimer: I own nothing...

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. The week before school is the worst...well except for the actually going back to school part. Anywho, here it is the last chapter *sniffle* of Foolish Games *sob*. All hail to the almighty Spuffiness!!

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Foolish Games

Part Six: Return To Me

It took Buffy two more days to build up the courage to go find, and talk to Spike. After beating some information out of Willy, who had reluctantly informed her of where Spike and Drusilla were staying, Buffy finally managed to form some sort of plan.

She had decided to sneak into the factory where they were and search Spike out, hopefully not running into Dru or any of her minions at the same time. She wasn't really prepared to face anyone else but Spike at this point, and was unsure if Spike would tell Dru about her anyway. So she wanted to play it cool.

As soon as the sunset, Buffy made her way out of her bedroom window and followed the directions that she was given, to the warehouse. The building looked dark and gloomy from the outside, and no noises were audible from where she stood clutching the piece of paper in her hands. She took a deep breathe of fresh air and let it out slowly, placing the paper in the left pocket of her pants. She walked up to the back door and let herself in quickly.

The main room was dark and she couldn't see very well. Pulling out the flashlight she brought from the back of her waistband, she switched it on and scanned the room in the dimly lit space. She saw nothing. She walked across the floor and into a candle lit hallway. Not needing the flashlight anymore, she quietly turned it off and replaced it in the back of her waistband.

Buffy only had to walk a few feet before finding a closed door to her left. She reach out and turned the knob, pushing the door open slightly.

"Spike?" She whispered into the emptiness of the room.

After slipping inside, she spun around in a circle, surveying her surroundings. The walls were covered in blood, and shelves lined each corner, filled with dolls of all shapes and sizes. The dolls were mutilated and disfigured in everyway imaginable. This must be Drusilla's room. Not wanting to have an unfortunate run-in with Dru, she turned around to leave, when she came face to face with said vampire.

She gasped, surprised. "Shit!"

Drusilla stared at her intently, as if deciding whether or not she was worth the fight to eat. Buffy became uncomfortable as the dark-haired vampire looked her up and down. The young woman's eyes lit up when she became aware of just how frightened the petite slayer was.

"Mmm, what a nice surprise." Drusilla cooed, her thick British accent piercing the silence of the room. "Has the naughty slayer come to claim my Spike?"

"Wh-what?" Buffy asked, realizing that Dru must have anticipated her arriving. She knew who she was and what she wanted. Buffy's pulse speed up and her breathing was rigid.

"Miss. Edith told me about you. She said that you have come here to take my Spike away. She tells me that you have been a very naughty girl." She said walking slowly towards Buffy. She looked just like a predator stalking her pray, her steps so graceful.

"Oh, well, I sort of came here to see him. Is he here?" Buffy asked, feeling a little bit pathetic. She fumbled in her waistband for her spare stake, but realized that she must have left it on her nightstand before leaving. She took a few steps backwards. Shit! Now what, Buffy? Great idea; Terrific plan! Just Brilliant!

"No." She said simply. "Got all mean to me. My pet doesn't want to play anymore. You're all that fills his head. I can see it, you, on him. You're all over him."

Buffy only heard the last part. Her head was swimming with so many thoughts she couldn't them straight. I knew it. He loves you too. Well, he at least thinks about you.. a lot! That's a start, right?

"Well, I guess I should be going. Got lots of slaying to do." Buffy said, feeling the awkwardness of the situation. Having a conversation with a insane vampire was most certainly on Buffy's top ten list right now. She took a step towards the door and was halted by Drusilla's soft, fragile voice.

"He doesn't love you." She called.

Buffy froze, her heart sank. She turned around to face the woman. "What?"

"My Spike. He can't love you. Spike loves his princess, he would never love you, you naughty slayer, you."

Buffy fought back the tears that threatened to come pouring out any second with all her might. She would not cry. She knew this was a possibility when she decided to come talk to Spike. He may not feel the same about her. He may not have ever gave her a second thought.

"I-er...Goodbye." She whispered before darting out the door. She ran all the way out of the mansion, not stopping until she made it to the cemetery. She hadn't ever noticed how it had started to rain as she ran blindly in search of something. Something, she didn't know what.

She finally settled for the spot where they had watched the stars together. She flopped down onto her back and let the rain splash on her already soaked body. The cold, refresh droplets of rain mingled with her now freely flowing tears sliding down the slope of her soft flushed checks. She closed her eyes, and remembered how it felt to dance in his strong arms, to walk home next to him, to kiss his strangely soft lips. It had been heaven. A heaven she would never be able to experience again.

"Dru? Sweetheart? Where are you?" Spike called as he came through the front door. He had gone out as soon as the sun set and went to find Buffy. He needed to see her. After going to her house and running into her mother, he knew she had snuck out of her bedroom window, without her mom knowing. Just like a slayer. He thought.

Drusilla came out from the shadows of the room and walked over to Spike. She didn't say anything, but by the look on her face she was annoyed. She circled Spike, glaring daggers at him, as she looked him up and down, her cold eyes burning a hole right through him.

Spike had managed to keep his whereabouts a secret from her lately. Or so he thought. Drusilla was a very insane vampire, but she wasn't stupid. She was far from it. With her visions and keen perceptiveness of situations, she knew a lot more than she let on. This frightened Spike. He prayed she wasn't on to him.

"What is it, pet?" He asked apprehensively.

"We had a little visitor while you were out, luv." She sang, in her normal far-off kind of voice.

Spike decided to play off his sudden jumpiness. "Now who could've it been?"

She abruptly stopped in front of him, eyes meeting his. "That naughty slayer."

Spike froze in place. The slayer, Buffy, had come to find him. That was a good thing, right? She must have felt something for him too. Only she never found him, but Dru.

"The slayer, you say?" He asked trying to hind the fear in his voice.

Dru took a couple of steps towards him. She laid a hand on his shoulder and licked her lips erotically.

"Miss. Edith told me she'd come. She wanted to take my Spike away. But I wouldn't let her." She purred.

"What exactly did you do, pet?" Spike questioned his black goddess. He felt a twinge of fear run along his spine. What if Buffy's hurt. What if Dru hurt her?

Dru smiled evilly.

"I scared her off. Miss. Edith told me the slayer is in love with my Spike. She's been a bad girl and will have to sit out on her turn." She laughed coyly.

The undead, unbeating heart in Spike's chest leapt into his throat. She loved him. Liked he loved her. As Dru would say, 'Everything in my head is singing'. After a few seconds he registered the second part of what she had said. 'I scared her off'.

"Scared her off? How, Dru?" He asked calmly.

She only laughed in his face. Spike grabbed her shoulders violently. He shook her roughly, but she only laughed hard. He had forgotten just how much she enjoyed the violence.

"How?" He yelled.

"Her tears will fall like waterfalls and run like rivers in the streets, the stars say." She babbled incoherently.

"Dru.." Spike warned. "What did you do?"

"I see her Spike. All in your head. All in your heart. You love her...more than you love princess." She said gazing into his eyes. "I whispered to her. Told her all sorts of dreadful things. Told her you couldn't love her."

Bloody Hell! Spike thought. Buffy had come here to tell him how she felt and Dru had told her that he didn't feel the same. She must be devastated. He had to find her and tell her the truth. That he did love her, more than she'd ever know.

He cruelly threw Drusilla on the ground and rushed past her out the door. The rain pounded on his head and shoulders, soaking him with each unforgiving step he took. The cemetery he entered was dark and gloomy, but it was the one that they had watched the stars in. If she wasn't at home or the Bronze, she had to be here.

Finally, after a few moments of running until his feet ached, he found her. She was lying on her back, in the rain, eyes closed sobbing soundly. Spike ran up to her and knelt on the wet grass beside her. She opened her eyes when she heard him approach.

"Spike..." Her voice was but a whisper, frail, and weak.

"I'm here." Spike said, his heart breaking for the pain and fear he saw etched in the eyes of the woman who had claimed his heart.

She closed her eyes again and rolled over to face him and then sat up after a pause. Spike just starred at her. Her hair was mussed and stingy, dripping with clear water drops, her clothes were wet and clinging to her taut breasts and stomach, and dirt covered a large area on her back and right side. Her face was flushed white and water collected in clumps on her long lashes, as her black mascara run from her eyes; But she was still beautiful. God, was she beautiful.

"S-she said that... that, you love her." She cried.

"She's right." Spike whispered, and he watched the fallen face of his slayer fall even more.

Buffy's wanted to die. He'd said it. He loves that crazy ho, not me!

"A part of me will always love Dru, Buffy." Spike admitted. "But I'm in love with you." He finished unashamed of finally admitting it to himself as well as to Buffy.

The kind and gentleness of his words hung on her like a warm summer breeze, showering her with love and devotion. Buffy looked up to meet icy blue eyes with her questioning ones. She saw the seriousness in his handsome features and knew he meant it. All the pain, lust, fear, and love that shone in her eyes, was mirrored in his. He loves me. He really does.

"I love you too." She barely got the words out before his lips crushed down upon hers. Buffy snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss; Their tongues dancing in an erotic passionate way that only came from the act of love.

The kiss was passionate, full of every emotion that coursed through their bodies. It was heaven. That same heaven she had experienced before, only this time it was going to be for a very long time. She didn't want to leave, ever. When they parted they looked deep into each other's eyes. Both were panting, even though only one needed to breathe. Spike pulled her head forward so that their foreheads were touching.

"How did you do it?" He asked.

"Do what?" Buffy asked, clueless.

"Turn a monster into a man."

Buffy just smiled knowingly. How could a vampire with no soul, a demon, be so sweet to her? How could half the things she'd seen in her young life be real? Just looking into his sparkling blue orbs, drenched with rain, made anything seem possible. The impossible was possible just being with him, in his arms.

"I may not have a soul like that poofter Angel, but I don't need one." He told her never breaking the eye contact. He must have read her mind to know she had been thinking it, but somehow he knew. He ran a hand up the side of her face gingerly, caressing her soft skin with the back of his hand.

"I've got you." He whispered, right before capturing her mouth in another searing kiss. Neither knew just how long they stayed there like that, kissing out in the pouring rain, but neither cared. It seemed like in eternity. All either could see, feel, smell, and taste was each other. The were lost in the thralls of love. And boy, was it the most wonderful thing either had experienced in so long.

The future would be a rough, violent time, but together they would make it though. Buffy wasn't meant to have a normal life, and from that moment on, she never gave a second thought as to the subject. Love was what made her as normal as she could ever really be in the world. The love of her mother, father, Giles, her friends, and Spike was all she could have wanted and more. And she was going to grab a hold of that love and go with it, where ever it might take her.

The End

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A/N: Thanks to all the loyal people who kept reviewing and telling me to hurry up. You guys have been great. I've been asked if I plan on doing a sequel. Well, I'm not sure. Maybe. Review and tell me if I should and if you have some ideas for the sequel, tell me. I'd love to work them into my story. Anywho, Thanks bunches!!

~Saltygoodness~

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