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“Park over
there,” Buffy said, pointing out the window. “There’s a sewer entrance right by
it that leads into Angelus’s mansion. We’ll have a
better chance getting in that way. Fewer guards.”
They were the
first words either of them had spoken since they’d left the apartment, and
Spike didn’t respond verbally. Instead, he simply pulled the car over to the spot
she’d indicated and turned off the engine.
Buffy sat in the
silent car, breathing even though she didn’t need to. Finally, when she
couldn’t take it anymore, she turned towards him. “Spike, I…”
“Save it, Buffy.”
She felt her eyes
fill up with tears at his sharp tone, but she knew she couldn’t cry now. Not
when she had to focus on making sure he came out of this alive.
But she couldn’t
let him go without saying anything either. What she’d told him in the hotel
room… It couldn’t end like that.
And she knew
this had to be good bye…
“But I have to…”
“No, you don’t.”
Spike moved before she could say anything else, cupping her face as he brought
her closer for a kiss. In the second before their lips touched, she’d expected
anger, but instead he gave her tenderness and passion.
“I know, Buffy,”
he whispered as they broke apart. “You don’t have to say anything.”
“I didn’t mean
it.”
“I know.” He
pressed his forehead to hers, inhaling deeply as if he wanted to breathe her
in.
Then,
reluctantly, Spike let her go, leaning over her and
punching open the glove compartment. A stake rolled into his hand, and for a
moment, Buffy felt a wave of panic, before she realized he was simply giving
her a weapon. “Have you ever fought other vampires before?”
“A
few times, yeah. Angelus has a
habit of seriously pissing people off.”
“Well, can’t say
I find that surprising. So you’ll be all right then? Able to
handle yourself?”
“Yes. Probably better than you, seeing as you’ve got no super strength or
anything.”
Spike smirked. “I
can hold my own. After all, I kicked your ass.”
“That wasn’t
fair,” Buffy said, pointing a finger at him. “You tasered
me, you cheat.”
“All’s fair in
love and vampire slaying.”
She gave him a
slow smile. “But you don’t really wanna slay me…”
“Slay, no.
But lose the ‘s’ and you’ve got it right.”
Buffy rolled her
eyes. “Pig.”
Spike shook his
head. “No. Big bad wolf. Wanna
eat you up.” He pulled Buffy across the bench seat and into his lap, kissing
her again, this time harder, more desperate. “God, Buffy,” he groaned. “Want
you.”
Buffy didn’t know
exactly how they’d gone from not speaking to snogging.
Her emotions seemed all over the place with him, from hate to love and back
again. She broke away from his lips, panting. “We have to go kill Angelus,
remember?”
“Right. Angelus.” Spike stroked her
hair. “We’ll pick this back up afterwards.”
“Spike, I’m…”
Spike put his
finger against her lips. “No, Buffy, you’re not.”
“But I…”
“No. You try to
run, and I’ll find you. I’m not letting you go.” He pulled her against his
chest. “I’m never letting you go.”
“We can’t…”
“Buffy, listen to
me,” Spike said, cupping her face. “I’m not saying this is going to be easy.
But I think we’re worth fighting for.”
“I’m not turning
you. I don’t want you to be like that.”
“I know, baby.
Doesn’t mean we have to throw in the towel. We’ll just have to figure something
else out.”
“There isn’t
anything else, Spike. We’re not made to be together. Maybe if Angelus had never
turned me, maybe if we’d met some other way, but…”
Spike cut her off
again. “No. Stop bloody talking like that.”
“But I’m dead,
Spike!”
“So was I before
I met you! Don’t you understand what we are, Buffy?”
“We’re two people
who should be enemies.”
“No. We’re a miracle,
Buffy.”
Buffy blinked,
not sure what to make of his declaration. At a loss for words, she simply
parroted it back at him. “A miracle?”
“Yeah. We defied the odds to find each other, Buffy. Even death
couldn’t keep you from me. And none of the things that stand between us matter
because they’re just on the outside. They aren’t who we are.”
“And who are we,
Spike?”
“We’re Buffy and
Spike,” he replied with a crooked grin, as if that answered everything.
She smiled back
because somehow, it did.
She wanted to
believe what he told her, what her heart told her. She wanted to believe
that they’d simply walk in there, kill Angelus, and then walk out hand in hand
and live happily ever after.
If only she
hadn’t stopped believing in happily ever after a long time ago…
He must’ve seen
the doubt in her eyes. “You don’t have to believe me now, pet. Just don’t run
when this is over. Give me a chance to prove it to you. A chance, Buffy,
that’s all I’m asking for. Can you promise me at least that much?”
She nodded,
unable to deny him that. She wanted to believe. Maybe, if they were actually
able to pull this off, she could.
“Good. Things are
going to work out for us, lamb. Do you know why?”
“Because
we’re a miracle?” Buffy asked
softly.
Spike’s grin
widened. “Exactly. Now you’re gettin’
it.”
“I love you,
Spike.”
“I know you do,
kitten.” He kissed her forehead. “Now come on. Let’s go take care of the
bastard that hurt you, yeah?”
“I thought this
was for Drusilla.”
Spike looked at
her for a moment, startled. “It’s for both of you. He needs to get what he
deserves.”
“He does,” Buffy
agreed.
“Is this going to
be hard for you, luv? I know he means something to you.”
“Meant,”
Buffy corrected. “Angelus never loved me. I knew that the moment you touched
me.” She caressed his face, smiling softly as she did. “No one’s ever touched
me like you do.”
He caught her
hand, kissed the tips of her fingers. “We’ll make it. I know we will. For the
first time in so long, I know everything’s going to be okay.”
Buffy threw her arms
around him and squeezed tightly, hoping beyond hope that it wouldn’t be the
last time.
*** *** ***
“God, this place
reeks.”
“It’s a sewer. Of
course it reeks.”
“How are you not
gagging? I thought vampires had heightened senses.”
“I’m not
breathing.”
“Oh. Cheater.”
Buffy smirked.
“Be quiet now. We’re getting close.”
Spike nodded
before whispering, “One more for luck.”
She tried to ask
him one more what, but her words came out muffled as he pressed his lips
against hers and kissed her hard.
Yet almost as
soon as he pulled away from her, he was all business, dropping back into the
hardened demeanor he’d wore when she’d first met him. He was a hunter now,
concentrating on his prey.
“What are we
going to run into when we get up there?” he asked her.
“Guards,” Buffy
said. “He usually has two on the sewer entrance, since it’s small and we
haven’t had anyone try to use it to break in yet. We can take them out, no
problem. It’s early in the evening, so Angelus is probably still in the back of
the house, most likely not even out of bed yet. The minions are usually in the
other wing, so we should be able to strike quickly and take him out before he
can alert anyone else.”
“Sounds
easy enough.”
“That’s because I
just gave the best case scenario.”
“Worst case
scenario?”
“It all goes to
hell.”
“Right then.”
Spike took a deep breath then winced, immediately wishing he hadn’t, given the
odor of the sewer. “You can hold your own, right?”
“I told you I
could. Don’t worry about me. Just focus on getting Angelus. I’ll be fine.”
Buffy growled softly as she switched into game face. “I’m ready for this.”
“Lead the way,
luv.”
Buffy stepped in
front of him, walking to the metal ladder that led into the building. “Wait for
my signal,” she told him before climbing quickly up the ladder, pushing up the
metal grate that gave her access into the basement of the mansion.
Two guards stood
at the door, just as she’d expected. She grinned, sashaying up to them,
enjoying the looks of surprise on their faces. “Hello, boys,” she said, running
her tongue over her fangs.
“B…Buffy,” one of
them stammered. “You…you aren’t supposed to be here. An…Angelus
said.”
“I’m just here
for a little fun,” Buffy said with a grin. “But if Angelus doesn’t want me,
maybe we could play instead.” She looked between the two guards, her eyes
hooded. “Would you like that?”
“We’re…we’re
supposed to be guarding the sewer entrance, miss,” the guard who had up until
that point been silent said. “We…can’t…Angelus wouldn’t…”
“No one ever
comes through that entrance, and you know it,” Buffy said. “Wouldn’t you rather
be getting laid?”
The two male
vampires looked at each other. She did have a point…
Buffy gripped the
crotch of the one closest to her and raised her voice slightly as she spoke.
“Come on, baby. I bet you have a nice, big spike for me in there.”
The two guards
were too busy drooling to notice the platinum blonde head that emerged from the
sewer. Moments later, a crossbow bolt whizzed through the air, meeting its mark
in the chest of one of the guards. As his dust fell, Buffy grabbed her stake
from the back of her jeans and drove it into the heart of the other.
“Well, that was embarassingly easy,” she remarked as she took a step back
from the dust. “Boys are dumb.”
Spike arched an
eyebrow. “Gotta say, sweetheart, didn’t love your
signal.”
“You
didn’t love it? I had to be all flirty and feel up that totally icky minion.”
She shuddered. “That was vile.”
“Still, just so
you know, we’re having possessive, angry sex later.”
“No complaints
from me.” She flashed him a wicked, fanged grin. “Besides, by now, you should
know you’re the only spike for me.”
“See, now I think
you’re just mocking me.”
Buffy chuckled.
“Come on. Let’s get this over with so we can have that possessive, angry sex.”
Spike winked at
her, his grin enough to make her want to say to hell with it all of it and
throw him down right there on the floor. For a moment, her human features
reemerged, but then she shook her head, clearing her thoughts and putting her
game face back on.
With Spike behind
her, they ran up the stairs into the main part of the mansion, hoping to find
things as easy as they’d been in the basement.
Apparently,
however, their luck had taken a turn south.
Usually at this
time, the minions would’ve been just waking up,
feeding from whomever was left lying around the mansion. However, something
must’ve been going on, since they were mingling together in the main hall
instead, a group of at least twenty standing between them and Angelus.
“Oh, balls,”
Spike whispered. “Think you can seduce all of them?”
Buffy sighed
softly. “I’m hot and all, but I’m not sure I’m that hot. I guess I could
flash my tits.”
“That’s a no go.”
“Why
not? They’re perky.”
“Not disagreeing
with you there, kitten, but you do that, and I’m going to be distracted,
too.”
“Oh. Right. Guess we’re just going to have to fight them all
then.”
Spike pushed his
crossbow back into his coat and retrieved a stake instead. “Let’s do this.”
Buffy stepped out
into the room with Spike close behind her. She cleared her throat, knowing a
sneak attack on a group ten times larger than your own was pointless. “Miss
me?”
One of the
vampires stepped forward and snarled. “Angelus said to kill you if you came
back, Buffy.”
“Of course he
did. God, that man is such an ass.” She rolled her eyes. “Well, I guess you
better come kill me then. Wouldn’t want to upset Angelus.”
The vampire
charged at her, but Spike moved faster, staking him before he had a chance to
get to Buffy. The other minions froze, and Buffy heard one of them ask, “Who
the hell is that guy?”
“I don’t know,”
another minion replied, “but I say we kill them both.”
The entire group
charged towards them, fangs bared. Buffy and Spike
shared a meaningful look before they jumped into the fray, ready to do whatever
it took to get to Angelus – and put the pasts he’d given them both behind them
once and for all.
Buffy and Spike
stood back to back, moving together as if they were meant to do this, as if
they were simply two halves of the same whole. Every move one made was a mirror
of the other, dust swirling around them as they managed to best every vampire
that came their way. Spike breathed heavily, his heart thudding madly in his
chest, though adrenaline kept him from truly feeling the exertion.
However, he
turned his head, and it was then that he saw her. She stood in the entrance to
a hallway, her white dress giving her an ethereal look, as if she were a ghost.
Maybe she was…
She was as
gorgeous as he remembered, her dark hair falling in tempting waves against pale
skin. She smiled at him, crooked a finger, and he could hear her voice
whispering in his mind, floating past him like a cool breeze.
Come to me, my
William…
His stake
clattered to the ground, every molecule of his body drawn towards her. The
world seemed to fade away, and he could hear her laughter, her gentle voice as
it has been when she’d been his. He remembered her touch, her warmth. He
remembered how happy he’d once been…
Distantly, he
heard someone screaming his name, but it faded away as he took her hand.
She smiled as she
led him away, and he was helpless to do anything but follow.
*** *** ***
So tell me,
exactly how evil was that cliffhanger?
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