Buffy the Vampire Writer

By: Inu-Chan7979

"Who's girly, now?" Buffy asked the vamp as she staked him in his heart. He dusted and Buffy heard applause from behind her.

"Nice job, Slayer. You sure showed that ponce who's the boss." Spike said from his leaning position on a crypt.

"Spike I'm in a good mood, do yourself a favor and go back to your crypt." she said wearing a big cheesy smile.

"Then who would annoy you then, pet,"Spike teased Buffy as he made his way towards her. She rolled her eyes and started to walk away.

"So what put you in such a good mood, pet?" he asked catching up.

"I made enough money for all the bills and a present for Dawnie," Buffy said as Spike fell into a rhythm with her. He looked a little surprised.

"How much do you charge for a shag then?" Spike asked in a cocky voice.

"More than you can afford, peroxide boy," Buffy said and Spike stopped walking for a second but then continued.

"Ouch. What are you getting the Nibblet?" Spike asked with a head bob.

"A cell phone," Buffy replied. Spike laughed, Buffy shrugged.

"There is a hell bitch on the lose, you could of bought her a crossbow, or even just a simple weapon and you buy her a cell phone?" Spike questioned.

"Now your pissing me off. I almost went one night without hearing about her," Buffy said picking up the pace some more.

Spike let her go this time, he knew she was going home for sister time. They needed to have as many normal family moments as they could get. Now that Joyce wasn't there anymore, Buffy had picked up so much work that she was overloaded, and any free moment she had she spent it finding anyway to keep Glory away from Dawn. Good thing Dawn had no idea she was the key.

He watched her walk away it wasn't the walk she used to have. It was the walk of a woman who worked to much, to hard, and got too little of sleep. He'd would of been loving her pain if it wasn't from that Glory bitch. She wanted to bleed Dawn for all she was worth for no good reason. The Nibblet deserved better than that.

The door opened at the Summer's House, and Buffy walked in.

"Dawnie! Where are you? Dawn?" Buffy yelled as she hung her coat up on the hanger next to the door.

"Buffy..." Dawn yawned from on the couch. Willow and Tara where cuddled together in the recliner chair fast asleep. Dawn wiped at her eyes and sat up to welcome home her sister.

"Dawnie, I have good news. I made enough money for the bills this month and for this," Buffy said as she handed a box to her sister.

It was about the size of a shoe box and was wrapped in old newspaper. Dawn took the box and smiled at her sister. She eagerly opened the box to find a cell phone. Dawn's face lite up, and she lunged at her sister.

"Buffy thank you! Now I can get a hold of you anytime I need to! Buffy you have no idea how much this means to me,"Dawn said hugging her sister, Buffy let go of her sister after awhile.

"You get some sleep. You have school in the morning." Buffy said then headed upstairs. She kept her eyes glued to the floor as she went to her room. She was to afraid to look at her mom's room now that it was empty. She walked into her room to the only thing that was keeping her from insanity, her writing.

If Dawn knew that was a reason they had money and she had a phone maybe she would think her sister was a little nuts. Buffy still couldn't believe it herself. She had just started writing a cheesy love story about herself and then bam! A book seller offered to publish it and pay her on the spot. Buffy picked up the book and looked at it again for the umteenth million time since she had made it into her final product. The cover had a picture of Buffy and Spike standing back to back angry looks on their faces. The title was The Vampire that Killed Slayers.

She had started writing it when things between her and Riley had begun to fall apart. It was a way of escaping and living out fantasies. Honestly she had no idea when she started why she had picked Spike to be her romantic lover boy, but now she knew. It was because she knew so much and yet so little about him that It made it easy to write with him, just write British.

She started paging through the book. It was a rather large book, even bigger than some of the books Giles owned. She turned to somewhere in chapter 3.

His eyes were piercing through her as if he could see her soul. Even though she had him tied to a chair she got the feeling she was not quite safe in that room with him there. It made her hot, and shiver at the same time, so she turned away from him and continued on task, setting up for the spell her best friends were going to do on him. Then as she was aligning the candles on each point of the pentagram he spoke. His deep voice caused her breath to catch in her throat.

"Slayer, if I ever bloody well get out of here, I will kill you so slowly that you beg for your demise."

It was wrong for her to be attracted to him but there was something about him. Maybe it was his chiseled abs, defined cheeks, or those two deep blue pools of wonder that was his eyes.

"Well good thing for me your tied to the chair. So shut up." Buffy said acting as if he had no effect on her what so ever. He growled and she went back to the work on the truth spell they were going to do on Spike.

"You know what pet? I don't think you want me to tell you where I've stashed the Solider boy." he said tilting his head to examine her butt.

" Yeah, I don't want to find him, I want you. Billy, he's my boyfriend. I want him back and your undead ass is gonna lead us to him." She told him.

"Billy?" he asked confusion in his voice.

"Yeah. You know cuz you got that I want to be Billy Idol thing going on." She said and he laughed which caused her to become even more agitated.

"Where do you think he got the idea, Slayer?" he said in a cocky voice. She rolled her eyes and stood up.

He looked her up and down, she was different than the other two Slayers he had killed. A Slayer with bloody friends and family. That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure. But it wasn't completely a bad thing seeing as she was a descent fighter. She had even been good enough to take himself hostage. But now the idea of taking her apart slowly was beginning to excite him. Her begging, and begging him.

"Buffy! All ready in there?" Willow called from the other room, and Spike snapped out of it.

"Yeah Will, all good in here," Buffy said as she turned towards the door. This was the moment he had waited for. He used his vampiric strength and tore at the ropes that held him to the chair. He was up in a flash and before the Slayer had any idea what was going on he had her in his arms sucking on neck!

The phone rang and Buffy put the book down and grabbed the phone off the dresser.

"Hello Miss Summers, this is Ira Stephenson. From the RNPC (Romance Novel Publishing Company)." He said in a chipper voice that said life in LA was so much better than life in SunnyDale.

"Yeah, can I help you?" she asked then worry hit her mind. "You can't have your check back. I've already spent the money," she said before he could speak up.

"No, no. We were hoping that you had finished writing the sequel to your book?" he said, and Buffy mouth opened and for a second she thought it would hit the floor.

"The...sequel?"she asked in a disbelieving tone.

"Yes. The publishers loved your story telling skills and are dying for the sequel." he said.

A few moments passed, "Miss Summers are you still there?"he asked.

"Dying huh?" she thought "Yes, I'm still here... I'll start writing right now, I should be done by Friday if that's ok,"she said.

"That's fantastic. Well I'll leave you to your work, good bye." he said. Buffy hung up the phone still partly in shock. She let go the breathe she hadn't noticed she had been holding. Then laughed a little. They wanted to keep paying her for doing nothing other than writing things she made up about her life. She gently tossed the book back into the drawer she had pulled it out of shutting it then the smile disappeared from her face. What if someone she knew read the book. It wouldn't be pretty hard to figure out she wrote it. She signed the book B. Summer's but with a picture of her and Spike on it, it was pretty easy to figure it was her writing. OH MY GOD!!! What if Spike read it? That's what he did during the day, he read. Buffy shook her head and told herself that there was no way the book would be that big of a hit. She turned off her light and slipped under the covers for some sleep she was in desperate need of.

Buffy woke up when her cell phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out of her jeans and answered it in a tired voice. "HellO,"she yawned.

"Hey sis, morning wake up call," but before Dawn could say anymore Buffy had hung up on her.

"Hey that's not nice!" Dawn yelled from the other room. Buffy laughed a little and rolled over trying to get some more sleep but the sunlight was leaking in through her curtains yelling at her to get up and make breakfast for Dawn before she left for school. She stretched and got out of bed. She started to make her way down the hallway when she heard her sister giggle. She poked her head in the door and she was on the phone talking with someone else.

"Dawn I'm going to make breakfast, Cornflakes or cheerios?" she asked.

"Hold on, cornflakes!" she said in a chipper voice. Buffy turned to leave when Dawn started to talk again, "Yeah that was Buffy... ok I'll tell her. Spike says he going to be over at sunset to watch me when you go to work,"

Buffy nodded her head, it wasn't like she needed to be told that. For the past three weeks he had been over every night when she went to work to watch Dawn. When Buffy made it down stairs she was greeted with the three of friends drinking coffee and talking about stuff.

"Morning" Buffy said holding in a yawn. Will smiled at her over her coffee and Tara did the same. They were holding hands and smiling lovingly at each other.

"Morning Buffster how was the slayage last night? What's the body count?" Xander asked from perched on the counter.

"Anywhere else a disturbing question," Buffy said under her breathe and no one seemed to notice. "Just two fledglings,"she responded.

"No sign of the uber bitch?" he asked.

"No, what is this twenty questions? I haven't even gotten my coffee yet," Buffy said and pushed her way past Willow to get to the coffee machine.

"I didn't get my coffee this morning when I played twenty questions" Buffy gave him a wired look as she poured herself some coffee. "Dawnie woke me up early and now I guess I'm wired. Oh by the way nice present,"he teased. Buffy shook her head she was already beginning to regret the gift.

"I think its um a nice gift," Tara said trying to help Buffy.

"Thanks Tara but I think I'm agreeing with Xand here. That was a stupid thing to give her. It's a free licence to bother any of us at anytime... At least she's bothering Spike now," she said and took a drink out of her cup.

"She's still on the phone with him?" Willow asked and Buffy nodded. "She's been on the phone with him off and on all morning."

Buffy shrugged as Dawn came into the room she grabbed a piece of toast and hugged her sister goodbye all the while uhhuhing into the phone.

"At least she's not bothering you guys,"Buffy said as Dawn left the house.

At six thirty exactly there came a knock on the door. Buffy shook her head as she went to answer the door.

You could set your watch by him, she thought and opened the door to reveal the vampire standing behind it.

"Can I come in Slayer?" he asked in a teasing manner, a smirk on his face.

"Ha, ha,"she answered. He said the same thing everytime she opened the door. "Dawn's homework is already done, the pizza is on its way, and there's blood in the fridge," Buffy said practically pushing him down as she went past him. He nodded his head, it was the same everyday she went to work. Dawn called it the shifting of the guard. But she was more than happy to be spending so much time with Spike, so it didn't really bother her, she had told him so.

"So Nibblet, shall we pick up where we left off in Monty Python's Holy Grail?" he asked noticing it was already in and paused to where she had last seen before she had fallen asleep.

Spike was looking through Buffy's room as had become his custom when Buffy was at work and Dawn was fast asleep on the couch. He told himself it was a predator thing. Like stalking his pray. He was flipping through her computer, checking what sites she had recently been to, when he saw the usually locked desk drawer, open. He opened the drawer entirely and saw a book. He was about to shut the drawer when ,the thought crossed his mind on why she would lock up a book, when she had crossbows scatter about the room. He picked it up. It said,

"Fantastically freighting creatures that create a believable world of wonder and terror. Vampire writing hasn't been this good since the original Dracula"

Spike wasn't really interested but he flipped the book over to the cover. It was the picture of him and the Slayer, the one they took for Dawn as a present when she left to visit her dad for spring break. It read,

"The Vampire That Killed Slayers, By: B. Summers"

He stopped and looked around the room, then back at the book. He flipped it back over to the praise on the back. He noticed the book was well worn even though it was a newer book. He flipped open to a random page and began to read...

She was worn out from the stress of School, and her Slayer duties, all she wanted to do was head home and sleep the night away. But she had no such luck as usual, as she started to make her way out of the cemetery she felt a vampire presence and she took her fighting stance. When he appeared she shook off the stance and continued to walk.

"Oi, Slayer, what's the rush. Gotta be home before Captain Cardboard's curfew," he asked as he matched speeds with her.

"Spike I'm not in the mood. I just want to go home and relax."she said as he caught her arms and spun her to face him.

"Then your going the wrong way pet. If you want to relax my crypt is right over there," he said and winked at her. She shook her head at him.

"What happened to your not worth a bloody second go, or even one bloody go," she snapped back at him trying to mimic his accent. He smirked at her and titled his head to one side the way he always did.

"I didn't say that. Must have me confused with another bloke,"he answered. She turned to leave that's when he pulled her towards him and kissed her.

"He WHAT!!"Spike yelped out loud. He walked into the hallway to checking to see if he woke the Nibblet when he saw her fast asleep he went back into her room and opened the book again.

he pulled her towards him and kissed her. She instantly pushed off him giving him a shocked look.

"Come on pet, I know. Last night when you snuck into my crypt... I was awake," he said as his eyes roved over her.

She felt hot with his gaze on her so she did the only thing she could do, she swung at him but before she connected, he caught her fist. He held her there for a moment as the two just stared into the others eyes. Finally he spoke up breaking the silence,

"Buffy," her breathe caught in her thought, he never used her real name. "Come back to my crypt," she stared into his bluer than blue eyes knowing that even though he hadn't made his feelings clear she was content with the sliver of affection he gave her. Then he broke the silence again, "How else am I gonna shag you rotten?" he teased and she punched his arm. She turned and started to walk in the direction of his crypt. He was following behind her humming a tune she couldn't quiet place.

Her head was shouting at her to turn around go home. To curl up in her bed with her safe human boyfriend. But as she got closer to his crypt all she could hear was her heart beating with desire that fang boy sent through her.

"God I can't even be nice to him in my head but I'm seriously thinking about sleeping with him?"

" ..." she opened her mouth to speak but the words wouldn't come. She saw his crypt it was about three feet away now. Without saying a word Buffy started running away.

"BUFFY!" he yelled after, then he started to run after her. "Buffy! Will you just slow down pet!" he called after her.

"Sounds more like the Slayer," Spike smirked as he read.

She couldn't stop running, if she stopped then she would have to admit that everything between her and Riley was a lie. And everything that she had ever felt for Angel was also fake. Because nothing compared to the feelings she had for Spike. Oh! No Buffy bad, you don't have feelings for him. You can't

When she got to the front door she opened it and slammed it shut locking it quickly. She slid down the door hitting the floor trying to breathe.

"Buffy! Come on luv, open the door," he said. His voice was racing from running even though it shouldn't of mattered, and there was a small amount of announce in his voice.

"No!" she yelled back shaking all over.

"Pet, please open the door," his voice was calmer as he leaned against the door.

"No," she said just barely above a whisper but he heard her.

"Fine! Be alone Slayer! But when you gotta another scratch that Solider Boy can't fix... don't come to me! Your not welcome there!" he shouted as he turned and left, leaving her to cry like she did every time he yelled at her. Sitting on the floor hands covering her face as the tears streamed down it.

Her mother was in the kitchen waiting for her to calm some before going to pick up the pieces like she always did. Spike was her favorite, of all of the guys Buffy had ever had feelings for, but he needed to get a reality check soon. Before Buffy created a new river in their living room.

"Dawnie I'm home!" Buffy yelled as she opened the door.

Spike jumped, he quickly put the book back in its place and made his way down stairs acting cool trying to come up with a reason why he was upstairs again. But when he saw her she wasn't even looking his way. She was smiling brightly at her sleeping sister. He stood behind her, staring at her until she finally seemed to notice him.

"Was she a handful?" Buffy asked as she stood and turned to face him. Spike shook his head no and she looked down at her sister again and smiled. "Thanks. Now go home," she said and pushed her way past him. She smelled like the double meat palace and as wrong as it was that smell was great on her.

"What's the hurry luv?" Spike asked checking to see if any of those things from the story were rooted in truth.

"I smell, bad. Real bad, when you can smell how bad you smell you need to shower," she said and Spike plopped down in the recliner chair in the room.

"I'll wait," he said crossing his arms.

"Spike, go home. Before I throw you out in a dust pan," she said. He got up and left the house cursing himself as he did.

No way that chit wrote that story your, just bloody fooling yourself. Then he turned around and saw a smiling Slayer, through the living room window. Lift her younger sister, who wasn't her sister, up into her arms and carry her away probably to her bedroom. I think I'll have to take another look at that book.

Buffy laid Dawn down and gently moved a strand of hair out of her face. Then she went to her bedroom,

"What was Spike's deal?" she asked to no one in particular. She picked up Mr. Gordo and lifted him above her head as she laid on the bed. "Think he wants to be my boyfriend?" she teased the pig floating above her head. "Nah! ... do I really smell as bad as Xander said I did?" she asked and the pigs sad eyes stared back. "When a pig tells you, you smell...you shower," she said and tossed the pig on the pillow. She stood up and left her roomheading down the hallway to the bathroom. The bedroom window opened slowly, and the peroxide vamp hopped into the room. He opened the drawer and pulled out the book, he gave the pig a look and left.

Spike made his way down the street book in hand. He would look at it occasionally like it held the answer to everything in it. When he finally reached his crypt he set the lock and went under ground to read. He sat on his bed as he opened it to the page he had left off on.

Buffy walked back into her bedroom, her hair was dripping water droplets on the pajamas she had on. She looked over at the pig and shook her head.

"Sorry Mr. Gordo, but I have to finish the story so I can get paid. New bills will be coming soon." she told the pig and sat at her computer, she opened Microsoft Word the file called Slaying his heart. She paged down to where she had left off and began to reread the last page she had written.

He had forced his way into her house, her life, but what really should of bothered her was that he had made it into her heart, again. She slumped against the closed door for her room. She had just barley made it out of the kitchen before Spike had noticed her staring at his abs. She had to get away from him, but as long as Angelus was on the lose it was safer for Dawn to have someone with superpowers in the house. She could hear someone coming up the stairs so she quickly locked her door.

"Slayer?" he asked.

"Go away Spike," she said in a cold voice but she could already feel her body letting her down. Her heart was beginning to race and her stomach was tightening. She took in a deep breath as she pictured the shirtless vampire on the other side of the door. She unconsciously licked her lips.

"Like I bloody well want to be here. The little bit...wanted to know if you... wanted to uh watch... a.. picture with us..." he went silent and then she heard him take a deep unneeded breath.

Oh god he's smelling me...

Buffy adjusted herself in the chair and began to type.

Spike was becoming restless as he read the story. In the story he kept coming so close to getting Buffy to say that she loved him, and then she would run away. It was like real life except for the part where he came right out and asked about her feelings. Finally he gave up.

"So, Slayer. Let's see how this book of yours ends?" he said to himself as he flipped to the last chapter.

Buffy lay beaten on the ground, Angelus hovered over her. He was holding Dawn by the throat off the ground. Dawn's eyes pleaded for help and Buffy searched her mind for anyway to save not only her sister but herself from the onslaught to come. Her mind floated off and her eyes dilated, the last thing she saw was her sister screaming for her, as her eyes slowly faded out.

"Stupid Spike, he should of been here! Why did he have to leave me?" Buffy yelled in a blank room that seemed to go on forever.

"I never left you pet," came a very British voice. Her head whipped around to see the very vamp she sought. He was standing there not in his normal manner though. She couldn't put her finger on it but he was different. As he got closer she noticed traces of blood on his lips. "I'd never leave you," he said in a stray voice.

Angelus took a step towards the Slayer who lay before him. Dawn struggled in his hand, as he got a closer to look at her. She was alive yet... the lights were on but no one was there.

"Spike please..."she started to say but was cut off when he grabbed her.

"Didn't think I'd hold a grudge pet? You made me feel..."he said as he lay one hand on his heart, "You went in there and you took out all that was me, until all that was left was you. Now all you do is tell me I'm a killer! Was this what you bloody well wanted? You wanted me to feel?" he said as his face began to morph away from his perfect human face. His golden eyes emerged they were filled with rage and sent fear threw her.

"Spike I..." she tried but he growled and she became to afraid to continue.

"But it wasn't enough? You needed that?" he said and the scenery changed to that of the factory where she had been fighting Angelus. He was hovering above her with Dawn in tow. But Buffy couldn't move to save her. "I'm not going to leave you. But that doesn't mean I have to save you," Spike said for the second time that night.

Then all of the sudden she could move. Angelus was right on top of her and she did the only thing she could think of... she kicked him in the groin. Angelus screamed out in pain, and dropped Dawn on top of her sister. Buffy hurried to her feet as he cowered over in pain. The two girls took off through the factory. When they got half way out he got up and was quickly catching up. As the two made it out into the street they were meet with a car bearing down on them with the headlights and horn directed at them. It was Spike's DeSoto.

He motioned them to get into the car and just as they took off Angelus appeared out of the factory. He gave an angry look but had no intention of chasing after the car.

Spike sat in the car as Buffy and Dawn went into the house. Dawn went in but Buffy turned and came back to where Spike sat . She opened the passenger door and got in.

"Thank you for..." but before she could finish Spike spoke up in a deep uncaring voice she was not used to.

"I didn't come for you," he said then looked at the house. " The Nibblet, is the only Summer's woman I went to save." She could feel herself begin to tear up, and as she opened her mouth, she said what she knew he wanted to hear,

"Thank you for saving Dawn," she opened the door now with watering eyes as she walked to the door. As she turned the door knob to the house he pulled out of her driveway, and out of her life.

Spike a Vampire, The Slayer of three Slayers, one he didn't even know.

End.

Spike sat there for a second and tried to make sense of it. That had never happened, he knew that for sure. He tried to understand it, why would it end that way? Now he was interested and flipped back to the beginning of the book. The first few pages had Slayer history on it, it explained about what a Slayer was, and that Vampires were the reasons that so many Slayers life expectancy was so short. He smiled at the compliment, then frowned when he saw the dedication.

Riley Finn

His eyes scanned to the bottom of the page...

Without your constant let downs, and harassments I would never of written about Spike.

The smile returned to his lips, at least he didn't have to compete with captain cardboard anymore. He continued to flip until he got to chapter one The Calling. He was gonna figure out were he stood with the Slayer before tomorrow night, even if it ment an all nighter reading about himself getting shot down.

Buffy stretched her arms over her head and leaned back. Her bones popped a few times and she yawned closing her eyes. She was just relaxing for a minute, slowly she reopened her eyes. At this pace she was gonna be done before Friday, she was a little worried about that. Why was it so easy to write about her being in love with Spike? She shook her head and took a deep breath clearing her head.

"Ok let's see if any of this is worth keeping?" she said and paged back up to where she had started writing.

He had forced his way into her house, her life, but what really should of bothered her was that he had made it into her heart, again. She slumped against the closed door to her room. She had just barley made it out of the kitchen before Spike had noticed her staring at his abs. She had to get away from him, but as long as Angelus was on the lose it was safer for Dawn to have someone with superpowers in the house. She could hear someone coming up the stairs so she quickly locked her door.

"Slayer?" he asked.

"Go away Spike," she said in a cold voice but she could already feel her body letting her down. Her heart was beginning to race and her stomach was tightening. She took in a deep breath as she pictured the shirtless vampire on the other side of the door. She unconsciously licked her lips.

"Like I bloody well want to be here. The little bit...wanted to know if you... wanted to uh watch... a.. movie with us..." he went silent and then she heard him take a deep unneeded breath.

Oh god he's smelling me...

Her heart skipped a beat as she pictured the vampires chest rising, all the muscles moving...

"Slayer?" he asked from the other side of the door as if he was checking to see if it really was her behind the door. His voice sounded annoyed so she did the only thing she could do, she got up went to the window opened it, and started to climb through. Half way threw he called her again.

"Slayer...can I come in?" She only heard the Slayer part before she was out the window and jumping off the roof of the second story and heading off into the night.

Spike was on the other side of the door completely confused. He had gotten the feeling in the kitchen that she had been looking at him but he wrote it off as her glaring at him for refusing to dress. But he could smell her excitement, and the way she had bolted up here when he turned to get the blood out of the microwave...made him think maybe she wasn't over him. He didn't know if it was good or bad but he was willing to go in there and see. He exhaled a breath and asked if he could come in. He took another breath in but the smell had weakened so he tried the door, it was locked. He shook his head went down stairs.

"Is she going to watch the movie with us?" Joyce asked as she joined her daughter on the couch with a bowl of popcorn.

"She locked the door and won't talk to me," Spike said and shot another glance upstairs, then turned to see that both of the Summer's women were giving their resolved faces. "I'll try again," he said and went back up the flight of steps. When he reached her door he listened to see what she up to. He could hear the wind blowing through her window and nothing else..Buffy..

He kicked the door opened his eyes scanned it fast. The room was empty as he had feared but there was no roses on the bed or any art so he wasn't sure if Angelus had done it or not. He peeked out the window and saw the girl heading down the street in her pj's at a fast pace. He went out the window and jumped down, he instantly took off after her. She began to slow as she came upon Willow's house contemplating whether or not to go in or not. When she heard some boots clomping behind her, she turned her head and saw Spike. Fear covered her face immediately and she took off running again.

"Slayer, slow the fuck down!" Spike yelled from behind her. She didn't respond she continued to run, taking a short cut through a cemetery to try and lose him.

Gotta keep running, gotta keep running. She took a turn past a mausoleum and turned and hide behind one of the many graves. She knew Spike would follow her scent when he couldn't see her and that's when she'd double back on him and go hide at Willow's. She wouldn't say a word to Spike, not if Buffy asked her not to. When Spike caught up he took a deep breath in and Buffy wished he wasn't chasing her cause he was mad at her.

"Buffy?" his voice held love in it but when she pecked a look at him his face looked mad. He started to follow the path she had taken and that's when she made her move she got around the crypt and took off running. She would have a total of two minutes she guessed until he caught onto what she'd done. She was across the street from Willow's when she saw the last person she wanted to see...Angelus.

She tried to back track into the shadows before he noticed her but it was to late and he was running after her. My life sucks! She ran up the steps to Willow's house tried the door but it was locked! Buffy began ringing the door bell and pounding on the door. That's when two arms reached out and pinned her to the door. She turned to see Angelus smiling down at her,

"Buffy, Buffy, Buffy. Don't you know that Willow's on Campus," he said grabbing her arms. She stepped hard on his foot but she was barefoot so it barely did anything to him. "Now is that anyway to treat your lover?" he said and leaned into her face kissing her forehead. As he pulled his head back she head butted him and that seemed to have stunned him some cuz his grip loosened and she pushed through him and started to run for home.

"That's right sweety! Go home! I'll be there shortly! Can't wait to see Dawny," he yelled after her, and she immediately stopped in her tracks. She broke a tree branch off a tree and started back for the house. He smirked as he calmly walked down the house's steps and towards her.

"I'm so sacred," he said and she took her fighting stance in front of him. "No seriously, in your pink pajamas you look totally frightening," he teased. Buffy made the first move punching for his head and he caught her arm then he kicked her in the stomach which caused her to double over.

"Oww..." he said as he kicked her there again. "Your ribs haven't healed yet?" he kicked her again and she screamed when she felt a pop in her chest.

Spike was walking slowly back to the Summer's house. He could take a hint, ok so ignored them a lot of the time but this one got through crystal clear. She didn't want anything to do with him.

"Bloody hell this would be so much easier if she wasn't so fucking beautiful." he said to himself, there was no one out tonight. He could hear everything that was going on. There was two teenagers snogging somewhere, and he could hear there hearts beating. Promising the other one unconditional love. "Get it in writing, mate." he heard what sounded like a struggle in the distance but he wasn't in the mood to get involved so he didn't change his pace. That's when he heard a scream, it sounded familiar, so he picked up the pace a little still not to interested. When he reached the corner and saw Buffy huddled into a ball in front of Angelus, and he lost it.

"Get the hell off her!" he yelled and Angelus looked over to where Spike stood and gave her another good kick to the ribs. Buffy made a loud coughing noise as Spike ran to get to her and blood was coming out of her mouth. Spike was in full vamp mode when he landed a hard punch into Angelus's face which caused him stumbled back a few feet. He reached down for the branch that was laying next to Buffy but when he looked up the vampire had left. Spike turned back to Buffy his face softened when he looked at her.

"Your gonna be ok, pet," he said and lifted her into his arms. "You want I should take you to the doctors?" he asked and she settled against his shoulder.

"Home," it was all she said before she passed out in his arms. He adjusted her in his arms and listened to her heartbeat for a second thinking the worst but her breathing was even. Bloody hell Slayer give a bloke a heart attack. He started to walk down the streets, he morphed his face so he could see better and ward off anyone who thought of picking a fight.

Buffy's mom had called Giles as soon as she saw Spike carrying Buffy home. Dawn stood at the door holding it open for him. Nothing was said as he laid Buffy down on the couch. When he lifted her top off it exposed her purple bruising all around her rib cage. Dawn gasped and Joyce's motherly concerned kicked into full gear and she called to worn the others. Spike exhaled a deep breath and gently brushed the bruising with his fingers, which caused her to jerk in her sleep. He immediately regretted doing it and pulled his hand back.

"Is there anything I can do Spike?" Dawn asked concerned for her sister. He turned and saw that she was on the verge of tears.

"Yeah Nibblet, go get her that stupid pig," he said and Dawn gave him a confused look. "She is always saying she can't bleeden sleep well without it," Dawn smiled she knew if he was joking her sister couldn't be that bad. She hugged Spike and he hugged her back, "You should get some sleep," he said.

"But..." Dawn started but before she could finish Spike gave her look and she made her way up the staircase. Joyce paced back and forth in the kitchen waiting for the Watcher to get there with medical supplies. Spike gave a sad look at Joyce, then he felt a hand brush his shoulder. He turned around and was met with green eyes.

"How you feeling, pet?" he asked, there was sadness in his eyes even though he tried to hide it.

"Did we win?"she half joked in a whispered tone, he shook his head no. "then I gotta be ok, can't hurt till we win," she gave a small smile. He returned it with one of his, as he laced his fingers with hers.

"Thought you were mad at me?" she said laying her head back against the arm of the sofa.

"Yeah well, it's hard to stay mad at you when you almost die," he teased. She smiled and closed her eyes. "Stay with me, Slayer, ok," he said and ran his hand against her cheek.

"Ok, but only cuz I hurt so bad," she said and chuckled a little. Her face showed pain as her ribs shook. He squeezed her hand and she exhaled a deep breath as the pain lessened. He let go of her hand and started to stand up when she grabbed at his arm stopping him. He looked down at her.

"If I have to stay so do you," she said and he smiled as he sat back down. He took her hand back in his, placing a kiss on it.

"Wouldn't dream of leaving you...Buffy," he said and she drifted back to sleep as her guarding watched over her.

"That sounds good," Buffy said as stretched her arms over her head. She scratched at her neck. She knew the only thing left to do was decide whether or not to let her and Spike win, or fail. As sad as that sounds she hadn't decided yet. Some of her favorite stories were the ones that weren't fairy tale endings. She had done that with her first book. She took in a deep breath and exhaled it. "Move over Mr. Gordo," she said as she stood and made her way to bed. She gently pushed the pig aside and curled up then held him tight in her arms. She drifted off into sleep thinking about how to end the book.

"Good morning!" Dawn said as she pounced on her sisters bed. Buffy didn't stir so Dawn started to bounce which made her sister bounce into the air. She stopped bouncing and waited for a reply.

"Morning.."her sister said in a yawn.

"You have company," Dawny sang and Buffy raised her head. Her eyes where closed and she looked like a zombie. Dawn laughed at her sister. Buffy's hair was poofy and her pj's were ruffled.

"...comp..any?" Buffy yawned again. Dawn nodded her head, Buffy stretched her arms above her head and there was four pops. "Ok..." she slipped out the side of the bed and went straight downstairs expecting it to be Xander, raiding her house for coffee. She yawned and stretched her arms above her causing her shirt to go up and revel her midriff. Spike was standing in the living room entrance pacing back and forth. He was going through exactly how he was gonna ask the Slayer what her deal was, when he heard the steps creak. He swallowed hard when he saw Buffy, she looked beautiful first thing in the morning. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth but she walked right past him into the kitchen.

"AAWWW!" THUD!

Spike ran into the kitchen, Buffy was on the ground holding her foot.

"Stupid carpet," she whined and Spike chuckled. Dawn pushed past Spike trying to figure out what had happened.

"Sis, I'm going to school,"Dawn said when she saw that her sister was justbeing clumsy which was normal.

"Ok, remember after school you have to go to the Magic Shop." Dawn hugged her goodbye and past Spike to leave. "Where is Xander?"Buffy asked.

"You expecting the Welp, luv?" Spike asked from his leaning position in the doorway. Buffy turned and saw him standing there all cocky, she went to stand up and fell back down hold her foot again.

"Carpet sneak attack you again, pet?" he teased, and looked at her. Her face looked in pain and her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. "Slayer?"

"Shut up Spike," she said as she tried to focus. Spike knelt down next to her and took a look at her foot. She twisted her ankle on the way down and it was bruised. Nothing a day of staying off it and Slayer healing couldn't heal. "Why are you here?" Buffy asked.

"What?" he asked.

"Why are you here? In my house? At this time?" she mocked him. He rolled his eyes and picked her up into his arms. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Getting you to the couch," he said as she continued to struggle in his arms. He almost dropped her a couple of times. He placed her on the couch and she immediately started to try and get up. He pushed her back into the couch. "For once won't you do as your bleeden told?"

She gave him a weary look, and seemed to contemplate what he was trying to do for her.

"Can't I have work to do," she said and Spike just starred at her. He was trying to come up with something to say.

Can't you just relax for the day and let me take care of you. No, why did you write a bleeding luv story about me? Why can't I fucking stop thinking about you? What do you want me to do?

"...thank you...though." she whispered. if it wasn't for his vampire hearing he wouldn't of heard her at all.

"What was that, pet?" he asked tilting his head. She sighed and looked down.

"Thank you." He looked completely thrown. Then she added quickly, "for not making fun of how I fell," he laughed a little.

"How about this Slayer," he said making sure he had her attention before continuing. "You take the day off, and I take care of all the work around the house. But this counts as overtime, I expect to be payed," he said.

"Ok." she answered. He hadn't thought she'd give in that easy. "But you have to help me upstairs," he gave her another strange look. "I have work to do on my computer, that's all you need to know,"

He gave her one of his smiles, not a smirk, or a pompous one, but a genuine smile. He extended his hand to her and helped her up. She snaked her arm around his waist and leaned into him as they started on their journey up the stairs. Spike's arm was around her waist as well and he gladly supported her weight against him. Her body rubbed against him every few seconds as they slowly made their way up step by step. When they reached the half way point it was all he could do, so as not to turn her in his arms and kiss her. When they reached her doorway he felt a pain in his chest knowing that she wouldn't be this close to him again for a long time. He gently set her in her computer and waited. "What?" she asked.

"You want to tell me what you want me to do?" Spike asked. An evil grin spread across her face.

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