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Love Like Fire	By : addielogan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 6460 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After her completely uneventful check-in
with Giles, Buffy had returned to her empty house. She was feeling even more
restless now, and she�d had to stop herself from snapping at Giles over stupid
things several times.
She went almost immediately into the
kitchen, tossing things from the pantry onto the counter until she find a bag
of cheez doodles. She ripped the bag open without preamble,
leaving the wreckage from her search in her wake.
From there, she made her way into the living
room, planting herself on the couch with her booted feet on the coffee table.
She grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels, landing on Oprah
and an expos� on �troubled teens.�
�I�d be a skank if
I had her for a mother, too,� Buffy said, mouth full of half-chewed cheez doodles. �That woman should so have her Laura Ashley
privileges revoked.�
At the point of the touching reconciliation,
complete with tearful hug, Buffy burst into laughter, little orange bits flying
from her mouth, though she didn�t care. �Please! She�ll be back to boinking the football team in a week.�
She
reached back into the bag, frowning when she found it empty. �Well, fuck all,�
she muttered, throwing it on the floor in annoyance. Buffy glanced at the
clock, seeing that she still had several hours until she was supposed to meet
the gang at the Bronze.
With
a shrug, she decided if she had to be here with nothing to do, she might as
well not even be awake.
She
laid face first down on the couch and promptly passed out.

*** *** ***
�Everything
in my closet blows,� Buffy announced to no one in particular, grimacing at the
overabundance of bright and cheerful. She ripped open one of her drawers,
rummaging, grinning as she located her favorite pair of leather pants.
�Except
these,� she said. �These totally rock.� She kept digging in the drawer, smiling
when she found a matching top. Yeah, that would do nicely�
Once
she was dressed, she went to her dresser, dumping out her make up bag, letting
the stuff she didn�t want fall to the floor. She grabbed her black liquid
eyeliner with flourish, applying it generously until her eyes were darkly
ringed. From there, she picked up her mascara, running the wand over her
eyelashes. She paused for a moment, observing her reflection before reaching
up, using the mascara to add black streaks to her blonde hair. She topped the
look off with blood red lipstick, then smiled at what
she saw in the mirror.
�Damn,
I�m hot,� she said, her grin spreading.
Maybe
she could find some fun in Bronzing after all.

*** *** ***
�Um,
does anyone else think Buffy is acting a little funny tonight?� Willow asked the
group gathered with her at their table.
�Funny
how, Wills?� Xander asked before taking a sip for his soda. �Funny ha ha or��
�Funny
weird,� Willow finished for
him. �I mean, she�s been dancing with any guy that comes near her, I�ve heard
her say things that would make a sailor blush, and now she�s fighting
with the bartender because he won�t give her whiskey shots!�
�It�s
the lack of sex,� Anya replied matter-of-factly.
�Abstinence makes people go crazy.�
Buffy
swaggered back over to the table, straddling a chair and resting her face in
her hands. �Fucking bartender. I should just jump over the damn bar and take
the fucking bottle. Like to see the little shithead
stop me.� She sighed. �God, I need a fucking smoke.�
�Uh,
Buffy? You don�t smoke,� Willow pointed out,
her tone wary.
�Yeah,
and I should,� Buffy replied. She pulled herself upright and looked around.
�Maybe I can bum one.�
Xander,
Willow, Anya, and Tara glanced
around the table at each other with shared looks for concern. �Buff, maybe it�s
time to call it a night,� Xander said, reaching out to take Buffy�s arm.
Buffy
snapped back away from him. �I don�t want to. Although this place is like a
little piece of hell.� She perked up. �Hey, want to go knick a bottle of the
good stuff? I can so totally get off with it if you guys distract the clerk.�
�I�m
up for it,� Anya replied with a shrug.
�No.
No!� Xander said, waving his hands wildly. �There will be no distracting and
no�no knicking! Buffy, you�re acting like�well,
you�re acting like you�re forty and you got into magic candy. And�and you�re
going home right now.�
Buffy
rolled her eyes. �Eat me, Harris.�
Xander
sputtered. �Wha��
�Buffy!�
Willow exclaimed
with a gasp. �What is wrong with you?�
�You
guys,� Buffy replied with an expression of disgust. �You�re lame. And this
place blows. I�m out of here.�
She
got up from the table, though Xander reached out to try to stop her. Buffy
grabbed his arm, squeezing it just tight enough to hurt. �Leave me alone, or
I�ll crush your fingers. Clear?�
Xander
nodded, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.
�Good.�
Leaving her friends dumbfounded, Buffy walked out of the Bronze, snatching a
just-lit cigarette out of a man�s mouth as she passed him outside. She ignored
his protests, walking on instead, ignoring the burn in her lungs as she
inhaled.
�Gotta be some fun to be had in this town,� she said to
herself as she made her way down the dark streets.

*** *** ***
Spike wasn�t sure what good it was being
able to fight demons if there were no demons around to fight. It seemed like
everything worth having a good brawl with had up and gone on holiday for the
summer.
Deciding to call it a night despite the
relatively early hour, Spike trudged back to his crypt, hoping he could at
least find something halfway decent to watch on the telly.
However, when he reached the door, he
stopped, his ears perking. Music was coming from inside the crypt, and he knew
he hadn�t left any playing when he�d gone out.
Cautiously, he pushed the door open, his
hand wrapped around a stake in the pocket of his duster. The scratchy sound of
his well-worn copy of Never Mind the Bollocks filled the crypt, and
Spike noted that whoever his intruder was, he at least admired their taste.
He turned, searching, and his eyes landed on
a small, leather-clad form. His nose was telling him Slayer, though he
blinked, for once not trusting his sense of smell. The woman stretched out on
his floor, listening to his records and painting her nails with his bottle of
black nail polish could not possibly be Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Then, she looked up, her dark-rimmed eyes
meeting his, and Spike knew it was.
�Hey, Spike,� she said as if him coming home
to find her there was a completely normal occurrence. �Where have you been?�
�Patrol,� he replied, even as he eyed her
warily.
�Yeah, I tried that, too,� Buffy said as she
screwed the cap back on the polish, then took a moment to inspect her nails.
�It�s fucking dead out there.� She giggled at her own unintended bad pun.
Spike blinked. �Uh, yeah� Um, Slayer? Mind
telling a bloke what you�re doing here?�
�I�m bored.�
�And that brought you here why exactly?�
�Thought maybe we could do something. You�re
the only cool person I know.�
Well, that Spike couldn�t argue with, though
he�d never thought she�d actually figure it out. Or admit it to him for that
matter. �Do what exactly?� he asked cautiously. He gestured to the polish. �Do
each other�s nails?�
Buffy rolled her eyes. �No. I just took this
�cause all I had at home was some pink shit. Hey, can I have a smoke?�
Deciding the best course of action was not
to anger Crazy Slayer, Spike fished a cigarette out of his duster and tossed it
to her. �Here.�
Buffy caught it, then sat up, crossing her
legs in front of her. �Light? I haven�t exactly perfected pyrokinesis
yet.�
�Oh, right.� Spike tossed his Zippo her way.
�Thanks, babe,� Buffy replied, then stuck
the cigarette in her mouth, flipped the lighter open, and lit the tip.
She took a slow drag, her eyes closing in
bliss for a moment, and Spike swallowed. He was quickly coming to the
conclusion that the Slayer was under some kind of spell, but damn if she
wasn�t hot like this.
Buffy tossed him back his Zippo, and Spike
caught it, then watched as she took another drag. She smoked as if she�d been
doing it all her life, and Spike knew damn good and well the Slayer was not a
smoker.
Yeah, definitely a spell.
�Hey, wanna go
steal some spray paint and write obscene things all over Main Street?�
Spike knew he should back away slowly and
get the hell out of there before this turned into something really, really bad.
Perhaps even be all Good Samaritan-like and clue the Watcher in on something
being off with his charge.
But, well he was bloody bored out of his
mind and in desperate need of some entertainment. This new turn could prove to
be interesting, to say the least
He shrugged. �Yeah, sure.�
Buffy hopped up, her perky smile seeming
disturbingly out of place with the rest of her. �Cool. I knew you�d be more fun
than the rest of them.�
�Could�ve clued you in on that ages ago,
pet,� he told her with a smirk.
�Not sure I would�ve gotten it then.� She
lifted the cigarette to her red, red lips and took a slow drag before flicking
the ashes onto the stone crypt floor. �I feel different tonight. Like I�m�just
waking up. Noticing things I didn�t before.� She raked her eyes over him slowly
and licked those lips. �Things I think I like.�
Spike couldn�t help the shiver that past
through him. Whatever had gotten into her, be it a spell or just good old
fashioned insanity, he decided he liked it. �Slayer,� he said, the word a growl
as he looked her up and down hungrily. She certainly looked good enough to eat,
all wrapped up in black leather.
She sashayed towards him, cigarette dangling
from her black-tipped fingers, and Spike swallowed hard, every one of his nerve
endings on edge. She looked dangerous. He�d never wanted her more.
Buffy stopped inches away from him, close
enough for him to feel her breath tickling his lips as she looked up. Then, she
was gone, headed towards the door, and Spike blinked, wondering if the last few
moments had been a fantasy.
�So are you coming or not, Willie?� she
asked, looking back at him over her shoulder.
She may be the one under a spell, but he was
enchanted. Knowing he was leaping headfirst into a chasm and not caring a whit,
Spike followed her out of the crypt.

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Giles looked up from his book at the sound
of frantic pounding on his door. He shut the cover, rushing over and peering
out the peephole before opening up to his four late night visitors.
Xander rushed in, followed closely by Willow,
Tara, and Anya. �Buffy�s gone insane,� the boy
announced.
�Insane?� Giles asked, his brow furrowed as
he shut and relocked his door. �Whatever do you mean?�
�She�s dressed like Supertramp
and taken up smoking,� Anya stated. �And she�s
swearing. A lot.�
�I thought maybe she was Faith again, but
Tara insists that�s Buffy in there,� Xander added.
�She wanted us to help her steal alcohol,�
Willow supplied with a mix of concern and outrage.
�Dear Lord,� Giles replied. �And you�re
quite sure it was Buffy.�
�It was her,� Tara said with a nod. �But
something is definitely wrong. Her aura is�off somehow. I can�t quite put my
finger on it. I don�t think I�ve ever seen anything quite like it.�
�We need to do something fast, G-Man,�
Xander said. �This is some seriously scary territory.�
�Where is she now?� Giles asked, concern
etched on his features.
�We don�t know,� Willow answered. �She left
the Bronze.�
�And she was way too scary to follow,� Anya chimed in. �Way, way too scary. She threatened Xander�s hands. I need those in working order!�
Giles shook his head, trying to clear that
thought out of his mind before he directed his focus back to the current
problem. �We need to research any possibilities for what could be wrong with
her. Demonic possession, perhaps?�
�It�s not possession,� Tara said. �It�s only
her in there, that much I could tell. It looks
like�maybe a spell?� She looked towards Willow, as if searching for
verification.
�It could be a spell,� Willow said. �Maybe something to alter her personality?�
�Right. Then we�ll start there,� Giles said, moving towards
his bookshelves. �Willow, Tara, perhaps either of the two of you know of something we could do to help us locate the source
of any magicks placed on Buffy?�
Willow opened her mouth to respond, but
before she could, the phone rang, causing everyone in the group to grow silent.
Giles hurried to it, a voice on the other end speaking before he could even say
hello.
�Remember, what goes around comes around.
Enjoy your taste of karma, Ripper.�
The line went dead, and Giles hung the phone
up, though he continued to grip the receiver, white knuckled.
�Giles, who was that?� Willow asked. �What�s
going on?�
Giles response was simple, but enough.
�Ethan Rayne.�

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