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Love and Death Embrace	By : addielogan Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 4146 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Buffy hadn�t
seemed to be able to calm herself down since getting re-chained to the bathtub.
If anything, she�d become more terrified in the hours since, her mind playing
all sorts of scenarios for her demise.

And she was
furious with herself for getting into the situation in the first place. She
should�ve just stayed at home, not let her jealousy and boredom get the best of
her. Or at the very least, eaten before she�d led whathisface out to the alley. Her stomach�s growls
were fiercer than anything she felt she could muster at the moment.

However, when he came back into the bathroom, she pushed
her fear away and worked up a good glare. �I�m not telling you anything,
asshole,� she snapped. �So you can just fuck off.�

�The name�s Spike,
actually,� he told her as he walked casually over to the tub and took a seat on
the edge, safely away from her manacled hands. �I don�t think we ever took the
time for proper introductions.�

�No, you were too
busy chaining me up and subjecting me to mental tortures,� Buffy replied.
�Thanks ever so.�

�You don�t have
to keep suffering, you know,� Spike told her, his voice eerily calm, making
Buffy wonder what his angle was this time. �All you have to do is give me an
address and this can end.�

�Yeah,
when you shove a stake through my heart.�

Spike responded
with a shrug. �You�re going to be dead by the end of this either way. I�m not
going to allow a vampire to keep feeding if I can stop it. But you could talk
now and get it over with, or you could spend the next several days in agony.
It�s your choice.�

Buffy decided to
make her own choice.

Which
was to spit in his face.

His jaw ticked,
but Spike didn�t lose his temper as he wiped the spittle from his cheek.
Instead, he walked out of the bathroom, leaving Buffy alone again. She let out
a deep breath as she leaned back against the tub, hoping he was going to leave
her alone again.

He didn�t. He
came back into the bathroom, this time holding a cup, and before Buffy could
ask what exactly he was planning on doing, he stepped over her, letting some of
the cup�s contents spill onto her cheek.

Buffy screamed,
pulling herself as far away from him as she could get as her cheek smoldered,
the pain searing. �You bastard!� she yelled, panting in an effort to block out
the pain.

�Oh, come on, it
was just a little splash of holy water,� Spike replied with a cold smirk. �It�s
not like I filled the bathtub with it. Yet, anyway.�

Buffy shook her
head. �You�you wouldn�t do that.�

�No?� He leaned
forward, speaking low. �How about I put just enough in the bottom of the tub to
burn your legs off? Think maybe you�d talk then?�

Buffy trembled
with fear. She�d seen Angelus torture someone with holy water in a similar way
once, and she knew it wasn�t overly quick. It had slowly eaten away at that
vampire�s skin like acid�

Suddenly, she was wishing he�d let her burn in the
sun�

�I�m not going to
sell him out,� Buffy replied, forcing herself to hold
her head up high, though she couldn�t seem to stop the tremble in her lip.

Spike said
nothing. Instead, he merely tipped the cup again, this time letting the water
run down her chest, over the skin exposed by her low-cut shirt. Buffy screamed,
bucking helplessly in her chains. It was one of the most painful things she�d
ever experienced in her life, and again tears were forming in her eyes.

Only this time,
she refused to let them fall. Instead, she vamped out again, snapping at him
with her fangs.

Spike jumped
back, then splashed the rest of the holy water on her,
keeping her back from him.

Buffy screamed
again as the water burned her face, chest, and arm. By the time the liquid
stopped searing her skin, her tears were falling, and she didn�t need a
reflection to know the damage it had done. She
couldn�t even see out of one of her eyes�

She�d had enough.
�Kill me,� she snarled at Spike. �Just fucking do it.
I�m not going to talk and I don�t� I don�t want to be tortured anymore.�

�No. You have to
tell me,� Spike insisted, letting the empty cup fall to the ground. �You�re going to tell me.�

�No!� Buffy
screamed. �I�m not betraying him! I love him, and he loves me!�

�You�re a
monster!� Spike bellowed. �You don�t know a bloody thing about love!�

�I know more than
you!� Buffy yelled. �You�re the one
who�s a monster!�

Spike whipped a
cross from the back pocked of his jeans then knelt by the tub again, pressing
the cross hard against Buffy�s neck. She screamed in agony, struggling futilely
to escape his latest attack. �I know about love, bitch,� he snarled. �At least
I did until your precious Angelus murdered my wife.�

A choked sob
escaped Buffy as she finally understood why he was doing this. �Please,� she
begged through tears of pain. �I�m�I�m sorry about your wife, okay? But I
didn�t do it. Don�t�don�t hurt me anymore. And�and don�t make me hurt the
person I love, too.�

Her voice was so
small, so weak, that Spike actually felt himself faltering. He knew she
couldn�t mean it, but� He pulled the cross away from her neck, flinching from
the smell of cooked flesh.

Buffy slumped in
the tub, the pain coursing through her body more intense than anything she�d
ever known. �Please�just let me die now. I can�t�I can�t anymore��

Spike stormed out
of the bathroom, slamming the door hard enough to shake the tiny room.

Buffy crumbled
into sobs.

*** *** ***

Spike ran out of
the apartment, barely making it down the stairs and to the grass before he
doubled over, throwing up what little had been in his stomach. He tried to tell
himself it was the effect of too much to drink the night before and the
revolting smell of charred vampire flesh, but he knew there was more to it than
that.

This had all
gotten out of hand. He hadn�t expected any of this to be so difficult, and he
had been certain she would�ve cracked by now. He thought the holy water and
cross would�ve done more, but instead�

Fuck, she looked like a teenaged girl. He knew she was really nothing more than a demon,
but listening to her screams, seeing the fear in her eyes�

Maybe she was
right and he really was the monster.

While he still
couldn�t figure out why she was so stubborn in her refusal to turn on Angelus,
he didn�t doubt her reaction to his interrogation of her had been genuine.
Those were authentic cries of pain, and despite what she was, it had sickened
him to listen to them. And to know he was the cause.

He�d killed more
vampires than he could count in the years since Drusilla�s death, but he�d
never attempted to torture one before. Not like this. He thought he could do
it, had been completely convinced when he walked into the bathroom armed with
holy water and a cross that he�d be able to stomach doing whatever it took to
get justice for Dru.

But this was too
much, even for him. He remembered he�d been a good man at some point in a
distant past, and that part of him was apparently more alive than he�d
previously thought.

As much as he
hated to admit it, Spike knew he couldn�t do this anymore. Part of him said he
was giving up on his closest link to Angelus, but he also had a feeling he was
never going to get anything out of the girl. Whatever the true reason for her
loyalty to Angelus, if torture and the threat of death hadn�t made her give him
up, Spike didn�t think anything would.

He wiped his
mouth with the back of his hand and stood on shaky legs, knowing this had to
end now. Angelus was somewhere in Los Angeles. That much he knew for certain now. He�d find him
some other way. If he had to personally stake every single vampire in the State
of California until he got to Angelus, he would.

Spike went back
into the apartment, pulling his stake from his pocket as he went back into the
bathroom. It was time to put the creature out of its misery.

She was curled up
in the bathtub when he reached her, sobbing uncontrollably. Her face and half
of her upper body were both horribly disfigured, the holy water leaving red,
angry skin and boils in its wake and patches of her long, golden hair burned
away. A black cross-shape mark marred her neck, and the smell from it was still
fresh in the air.

�Sit up,� Spike said, trying to fight down his stomach�s urge to rebel
again.

She slid around
in the bathtub, doing her best to sit up in her weakened state. �You�re going
to kill me now, aren�t you?�

�Yeah.�

She continued to
cry, though it was softer now, and she didn�t argue with what he was about to
do. All she uttered was one weak request. �Please, just be quick about it. No�no more torture. Please.�

�Don�t worry,
pet. Just a stake through the heart, and it�ll be over,� Spike said, allowing a
small amount of softness to seep into his own voice.

�And�and
could you not wash me down the drain?� Buffy asked, sniffling through her words. �Could�could you maybe�bring
my dust outside? Let�let them go in the wind or something?�

Spike swallowed
hard. He supposed he could give her that much, after torturing her for two
days. �Yeah. I�m gonna need to get you out of the tub,
though, if that�s what you want. It�s still wet in there.�

�I know,� Buffy
said. �It�s�it�s still burning me some. My�my legs.�

Spike didn�t know
why that made him feel a pang of guilt. He hadn�t
thought about the holy water past pouring it on her, and he didn�t think about
the fact he�d done the equivalent of leaving her in an acid bath.

He unchained her
from the tub, though he left her feet and hands bound, noticing with a wince
that she did indeed have more burns on her from where the holy water had pooled
in the tub. Burns went up her leg, disappearing beneath her skirt, and again,
Spike felt sick.

�She�s just a vampire,� he told himself, trying to fight the guilt he felt
from doing this to her. �She�s a cold
blooded killer. Probably did worse than this to people in the past��

He didn�t know
why he asked his next question, other than he felt like he needed to know
before he did this. �What�s your name?�

She looked up at
him, one eye frightened and green, one eye pale,
milky, and clearly sightless. �Buffy�� she said barely above a whisper.

It was such a girly
name, it took Spike completely by surprise. He hadn�t
thought vampires would have names like Buffy.
And she couldn�t possibly be very old, though he didn�t think she was quite a
fledgling either. �What year were you turned?� he found himself asking before
he could even think about why he felt the need to get to know someone he was
about to turn to dust.

�1983.�

�Angelus do it?�

�Yes. He�he found
me at the mall.� She looked down again. �Can I just die now? Please�it hurts so
much��

�Yeah, all right,�
Spike said, tightening his grip on his stake. He raised the weapon, his jaw
tight as he brought it down.

Buffy clenched
her eyes shut and waited for it to end.

It didn�t. She
opened her eyes when Spike roared and watched as he threw the stake against the
wall.

He let out a long
string of low curses before fishing the keys to the chains out of his pocket.
Buffy was silent as he unlocked all the chains, letting them fall
to the ground. She didn�t understand what was happening, and she was suddenly
filled with an overwhelming fear that this was some sort of mind game and he
was just about to start hurting her again.

He looked down at
where she was huddled on the floor. �I don�t want to ever see you again,� he
snapped. �You got that?�

She whimpered but
managed a nod of consent.

He stormed out of
the apartment with another heavy door slam.

Buffy stayed
curled on the floor, clueless as to what had just happened.

*** *** ***

The sun had set,
and Spike still hadn�t returned. Buffy wasn�t sure if he would, or possibly if
he�d even gone. This could all be a trick to lure her out of the apartment so
he could�

Well, what
exactly, she didn�t know, but she didn�t care anymore. This could be her chance
to escape. If she could only get back to Angelus�

He�d take care of
her. Buffy had no doubt of that. Even with everything that had been going on
recently, if he saw her like this, he�d take care of her. They were in love�

It was the
thought of seeing her sire again that brought her back to her feet, and she
fought to block out the pain as she stumbled out of the apartment. Spike was
nowhere to be seen, and she realized with surprise that he actually had let her
go.

Determined to
make good of her unexpected freedom, Buffy started towards home.

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