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Fighting For Love	By : oldbooks Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 2630 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note: Warnings: Torture, Extreme Language, Rape/Actual, Sexual Situations, Violence (offending chapters will be noted)

Pairings: Riley/Buffy; Spike/Buffy

Challenge Requirements at the end

Chapter 4

Buffy walked through one of the darker cemeteries. The only light was from the moon that reflected gray off the rows of tombstones. Sometimes she wished that the cemeteries came with lights every ten stones. Like those gas lanterns from the Victorian era. But no, cemeteries had to be dark and dreary where monsters and the evil undead jumped out to attack an unsuspecting person.

She wasn�t one of those persons. But then, she wasn�t really paying attention to her path either. Her thoughts were still a jumbled mess. Trying to think of how her relationship with Riley had come to the wreck it was. Why was he so upset about Angel and Dracula? It�s not like she invited Dracula into her home. Her mother did that � albeit unknowingly.

And Angel? She hadn�t seen nor heard from Angel since last year when he beat up on Riley. And really? Macho much? It was like they were both 12 and she was their mother. She wouldn�t think Angel would even be an issue after that. She never had given Riley a reason to doubt her feelings for him. So why was he acting this way?

And Spike? Yes, Spike could be annoying. But the other night he was just helping her to understand why the two slayers he killed had lost to him. That was all. There was nothing else going on between them. At least not on her side of the equation.

�Ooof,� Buffy grunted as she walked into a solid object.

�Hey, watch it!� Spike said, dropping the sack he was carrying and stepping back from the impact.

�Sorry,� Buffy mumbled. She was so lost in thought; she didn�t notice where she was going or who she had run into.

She stepped back to see Spike standing there with a grocery sack at his feet. His bleached hair showed white in the moonlight. His clothes hugged his body like a second skin. His leather dust hung on his shoulders and billowed around his ankles as he stepped back from the impact.

Spike lit a cigarette before looking up to see what he had run into and recognized Buffy. �Oh, bloody hell, Slayer, it�s you. What? Did you come to beat some more information out of me?�

She looked up into his cerulean eyes and saw them soften a bit in recognition. Her brows furrowed together in annoyance. �I don�t want anything from you, Spike. I never want anything from you. What are you doing here anyway?�

Spike jerked the cigarette out of his mouth and gave her a look of irritation. �It just so happens, I�m on my way to my crypt from the Rite Aid. Smokes and other necessities.�

�Spike, you�re a vampire. What other necessities do you need?� Buffy asked in the annoyed tone.

�None of your business, Slayer. You told me you wanted nothing to do with me the other night. So why care now?� Spike said, putting the cigarette between his full lips and snatched up the grocery bag.

�I don�t know,� Buffy murmured. �I don�t know why I even bother with you at all, Spike.� God, why did he have to be so annoying?

�I could think of a few reasons, pet,� Spike purred.

He looked around the cemetery before meeting her hazel eyes again. �Where�s Captain Cardboard? Shouldn�t he be following you like a lost puppy?�

�He�s at home. And he doesn�t follow me around like a puppy. We can lead separate, by adjoining lives.� Buffy ground her teeth. No wonder my teeth hurt. Spike annoys the hell out me so much that I grind my teeth when I sleep now.

�Right, then. I�ll just be on my way. Seeing how you want nothing to do with me and all.� Spike said in a flippant tone.

Spike walked away, brushing Buffy�s bruised arm in passing. She sucked in a pained breath and winced a bit, but kept right on walking. Cocky, arrogant vampire. Just who did he think he was?

Spike heard her low intake of breath and felt her body tense when he brushed past her. His eyebrows furrowed together in passing worry. He turned around to watch her walk away from him. He�d gotten used to that view of her over the years. Her hips swaying while she walked away from him. Buck up, mate. You may as well continue to dream. You�ll never get her. No matter what Dru told you in her cryptic way. Yeah, but then Captain Cardboard won�t have her for long either.

Buffy shook her head, clearing it of her troubled thoughts when a fledging came out of nowhere and knocked her to the ground. He straddled her hips and held her wrists trying to move closer to her throat. When he got close enough, she butted her head against his and then swung her fist, hitting him in the jaw knocking him off her. She rolled to her feet and kicked out, hitting his chin and knocked him backwards.

She reached for her stake as he kicked out and hooked his foot to her ankle tripping her backwards. He moved to his knees to get up when she rolled to her side, and kicked out knocking the hard instep of her boot into his stomach, doubling him over. She rolled to her feet and staked him in the back. The fledging dusted with a surprised expression on his face.

The exertion from the fight caused her upper arms and stomach to ache. She wrapped her arms around her middle as she walked. Her mind flashed back to earlier that night. The images replaying, making her grimace and cringe. She was so involved in her thoughts; she didn�t notice Spike coming up behind her, sans grocery sack.

�You okay, Slayer?� Spike sounded sincerely concerned.

�Yeah. Look, it was just a run-of-the-mill fight. The wound I received from the other night is still tender though,� Buffy assured him.

�Where�s Captain Cardboard? I thought he and the Scoobies were patrolling for you until you healed,� Spike wondered aloud.

�I don�t need someone to do my job for me, Spike. I�m quite capable of doing it on my own,� Buffy retorted.

�Oh, yeah? So capable that you let a nasty get a hold of you the other night?� Spike snapped back.

�That was a lucky shot. Besides you and I have already had this discussion the other night at the Bronze,� Buffy said tiredly.

�I told you, Slayer. All one of us needs is one good day,� Spike reminded her.

Spike noticed that she was moving stiffer than usual after that one small fight that he witnessed. It made him wonder if there was something more going on with her than she let on. He continued to walk with her, just watching her move. He tried to gauge her movements and figure it out for himself. Maybe she had a rough night at one of the other cemeteries she patrolled. But shrugged it off even as a worry niggled his brain.

Spike touched her arm to face him. �Buffy, are you sure nothing�s wrong? How many cemeteries have you patrolled tonight?� Spike asked, still concerned over her stiffness.

�Only two. The cemeteries are quiet tonight. The undead are actually playing dead tonight,� Buffy answered. �Why does there have to be anything wrong?�

�No reason, pet,� Spike replied.

�Look, Spike. It�s getting late and I need to patrol 2 more cemeteries before going home to sleep,� Buffy tried to change the topic.

�Ah, can�t wait to get home to shag Captain Cardboard, then?� Spike tilted his head and smirked at her.

Buffy gave him an annoyed look. �Goodnight, Spike.�

She turned and walked away, leaving him standing there at the edge of the graveyard. He rolled his eyes and ground his teeth at her dismissal of him. Then furrowed his brow trying to figure out what was bothering her as he watched her leave.
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