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Buffy had gone
upstairs to dress after chasing Spike down. She didn�t want to analyze why
she�d run after him, nor did she want to analyze why she�d taken the time to
look nice either.�

With one more glance in the mirror to make sure everything was in place,
Buffy headed downstairs, trying to act as casually as she could as she searched
for William.

She didn�t find
him. Instead, she walked past the den to see Liam in there with Drusilla. She
stopped short, unable to keep passing such an odd sight. Buffy stood in the
doorway, waiting until they turned towards her.

�What happened?�
she asked, noticing that Drusilla was holding an icepack to her arm.

�William attacked
her,� Liam said with tint of disgust in his voice that Buffy had to fight to
roll her eyes at. Like that man of all people would disapprove of someone
hitting a woman�

Then, Buffy
realized exactly what he was saying. William had hit Dru?
That couldn�t be right� He wouldn�t�would he?

A tiny voice in the
back of her mind seemed to mock her. Like father, like son�

�He was attacking
her when I found them. I hate to think what would�ve happened to poor Drusilla
if I hadn�t been there,� Liam continued. �Make sure you�re not alone with him,
all right, Buffy? I don�t want you getting hurt.�

Buffy would�ve
laughed at Liam�s fake concern if her heart wasn�t breaking�and not because her
husband was obviously putting the moves on another woman right in front of her.
She knew his fake �concern for your troubles� act well. After all, it was what
had gotten her where she was today. No, the pain came when Drusilla moved the
ice pack, and Buffy could see the marks on her arms and others on her wrists.

Drusilla whimpered.
�I don�t know what makes him do this to me,� she said with wide eyes. �And when
I�d never do anything to hurt him��

Like father,
like son�

Buffy felt sick.
She turned away from the sight of Liam comforting Drusilla and went back
upstairs, any desire to see Spike gone now. She supposed she shouldn�t really
be surprised, but knowing that didn�t change the way she was feeling now.

She curled up on
the bed, too weary even to cry. Buffy realized as she felt it slipping away
that a part of her had hoped William could some how save her, that he could
find a way to break the hold Liam had on her and take her away from all of
this. Seeing him show up again and the way he obviously still wanted her made a
tiny part of her heart hold hope again.

In an instant, it
had been crushed.

No one was going to
save her from this, least of all the son of the man whom she wanted to escape
from in the first place. She should have known that. It should have been clear
from the beginning.

So why did she feel
so betrayed?

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Spike was furious
with himself. Why in the world he had let that crazy little bitch convince him
to stay there was beyond him. Was she playing some sort of game with him? Was
it revenge for what he�d done the night before?

He�d gone looking
for her after she�d run after him and begged him to stay only to find that
she�d locked herself up in her bedroom and refused to come out all day.� And to top it all off, Dru
had stayed in her snit, whimpering every time she saw Spike and spending the
entire day basking in Liam�s over-attention.

Spike knew she was
doing it to hurt him, and while it did that, it also pissed him off. Mostly pissed him off. He didn�t believe for a second that
Drusilla would actually go as far as to sleep with Liam, but that didn�t make
it any easier to watch her so blatantly flirting with his own father.

He knew what he�d
done with Buffy was wrong, but he was convinced what Dru
was doing was much worse.

Yet he was used to
her tantrums, and knew, soon enough, she�d come back around, do things that
made him forget all about how angry he�d been at her in the first place.

Thankfully,
everyone else in the household was asleep now, giving Spike some time alone.
He�d gone into the den, the only light in the room the blinking red and green
glow from the Christmas tree and the blaze at the tip of his cigarette. �Merry
bloody Christmas,� he muttered as he flicked the end of the cigarette, ash
going down into his empty glass.

He didn�t know she
was there until she made a noise, a soft, almost inaudible sound that took him
a moment to even realize he�d heard. Spike looked up slowly, meeting Buffy�s
eyes across the dark room.

For a moment,
neither of them moved. Then, Buffy turned, ready to flee.

Spike didn�t let
her go. He pushed his cigarette into the bottom of the glass, then let it fall to the floor, running after Buffy and
stopping her with a hand around her arm.

�Get off of me!�
Buffy yelled, struggling to break free of his grip.

�Then don�t bloody
run off!� Spike snapped. �You owe me an explanation, Buffy.�

�I owe you
an explanation?� Buffy asked, disbelief washing across her face. �After what
you�ve done, I don�t think I owe you anything.�

Spike stepped back
and dropped his hand, his expression stricken. She was right. Even if she had
been playing some sort of game with him that day, he had been the one to pull
her into that closet the night before. �I�m sorry, Buffy.�

Buffy scoffed.
�Yeah, sure you are.�

�I bloody well am!�
Spike snapped, her response putting him back on the defensive. �I know I
shouldn�t have done it, and I�d take it back if I could.�

�I don�t believe
you,� Buffy replied. She shook her head. �I don�t know why I ever even expected
more from you. You�re just like him.�

Spike sucked in a
deep breath, the muscle in his jaw twitching. �I am not like him, Buffy.
I made a mistake, all right? But I�m nothing like him.�

�A
mistake? Like I�m supposed to
believe you�ve never done this before?�

At that, Spike paused.
Buffy would know he�d never done anything like that to her before� He frowned.
�What exactly are we talking about here?�

Buffy rolled her
eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. �Like you don�t
know. I saw what you did to Drusilla.�

Her response made Spike
even more confused. �What I did to� What?�

�You�re little fake
innocent act isn�t cute, Spike,� Buffy snapped. �I get enough of that
bullshit with your father.�

And with that,
Spike was back on the defensive, his anger flaring. �Stop comparing me to him!
And I haven�t done a sodding thing to Dru, so just get that out of your head right now. She�s the
one who�s been a bloody little bitch to me all day.� He stepped back again,
pacing for a second before he turned on her, a finger pointed at her. �And you.
I don�t know what sort of crap you�re trying to pull either. Running after me,
begging me to stay and then locking yourself in your room all day, refusing to
see me? Felt like jerking me around for a bit of a lark, did you?�

�A�� Buffy cut
herself off with a short bark of laughter. �Yeah, that�s me�cocktease
Buffy.�

�Then what the hell
was that? And give me a straight answer, because I am sick of being toyed
with.�

�Like
I�d even want to be in the same room with you!� Buffy yelled back. �I never should�ve come after
you, and I wouldn�t have if I�d been thinking clearly.� She stopped, shaking
her head slowly. �I came back in here and found your girlfriend with marks on
her arms, Spike. Mind telling me where she got those?�

Spike gaped,
shocked by what she was accusing him of. He almost defended himself, almost
begged her to understand he would never do something like that. But then he
felt something inside of him snap, the events of the day pushing him to the
breaking point. �Fine. Because I
beat her. Is that what you want me to say? I�m an abusive prick, just
like dear ol� dad. Is that what you want to hear,
Buffy? Does that make it all right for you to hate me now? For
you to treat me like dirt?�

He stalked slowly
closer to her, and Buffy backed up, gasping when she felt her back hit the
wall. �You want me to be the villain of this piece?� Spike asked, anger flaring
in his eyes, making them grow dark. �Would that make it easier? Make it so you
wouldn�t have to carry any of the blame for what you did to me?�

�What I did to
you?� Buffy asked, trying to sound strong, more angry than afraid.

�You stole whatever
shred was left of my innocence, Buffy. Used me, twisted whatever I may have
felt for you so you could get off on breaking me.�

Buffy opened her
mouth to protest, but before she could, Spike slammed both of his hands on the
wall beside her, making her jump. She was pinned now, and though she could
technically slip out under his outstretched arms, she didn�t try.

�That whole summer
was a game to you, wasn�t it? Just a way to take away some of
those lonely housewife blues.�

�No!� Buffy
shouted, the protest coming out automatically. Then, softer, she said again,
�No. William, I�it wasn�t like that.�

�Then what was it?
Why did you do that to me?�

Buffy looked down,
unable to take his accusatory gaze. �I don�t know,� she whispered.

�That�s not fucking
good enough!� Spike shouted. �What you did� What you said�
That�s not good enough.�

�I did it because I
felt something for you, all right?� Buffy yelled back. �It was wrong, and I
didn�t��

Before she could
finish her sentence, his lips were on hers, kissing her with bruising force.
Buffy gasped against him before she gave into the kiss, forgetting for the time
being that anything else even existed. She reached up, tangling her fingers in
his hair, pulling roughly at the soft, pale strands as she brought him closer.

Spike growled, his hands trailed down, lifting her up and against the
wall. Buffy�s legs immediately went around his waist, pulling him so his body
was flush with hers. She ground against him shamelessly, the bottom of her
nightgown riding up high.

Spike tore his
mouth away from hers, moving to nip her earlobe before he begged her in a
whisper. �Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me.�

�Oh, god�William,�
Buffy whimpered. �Want you�.want you.�

With an arm around
Buffy�s waist for support, Spike undid his jeans one-handed, then
reached under her nightgown to rip her panties away. Then, he was thrusting
hard, and Buffy cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

�Shh�� Spike reminded her before nipping at her ear again.

�Sorry�� She
gasped, bit back another loud moan when he pulled out slightly and pushed back
in. �Just�gah�big.�

Spike smirked for a
moment, before he felt Buffy�s internal muscles squeezing him, pulling him
deeper, and he lost himself in desire.

Buffy held on to
him, her nails digging into his biceps. She bit her lip to keep from crying out
again as he hit her at the perfect angle over and over again.

To the right of
them, the lights of the Christmas tree continued to blink, bathing the couple
in green, then red.

Buffy�s body was
coiled tightly, on the edge of a precipice, when she heard his voice against
her ear again, rich, husky, needy. �Come for me, pet.
I want to feel your pussy strangling me, drenching me. Come on, baby��

There was no way
for her to deny his request, even if she had wanted to. She came in a rush, the
scream he ripped from her swallowed when his lips covered hers again. She shook
uncontrollably as she felt him moan into her mouth, his cock twitching inside
of her as he followed her over.

Together, they
slumped down to the floor. Spike moved off of her, leaning against the wall,
panting. For long moments, neither one of them moved or
spoke, until reality came back down around them and Buffy realized what she�d
done.

Panicking, she
tried to get up, only to stumble on shaky legs. She fell forward, both hands on
the ground, and she saw her ruined panties there in front of her. Hot tears
stung her eyes and she snatched them up before she stood, taking a moment to
get her balance.

She looked at him
for only a second, and immediately, she wished she hadn�t. What she saw in his
eyes reminded her too much of their first morning after. She wanted to say she
was sorry.

She didn�t.

Spike watched as
Buffy left him alone.

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