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Chapter List
- 1-beneath you
- 2-One
- 3-Two
- 4-Three
- 5-Four
- 6-Five
- 7-Six
- 8-Seven
- 9-Eight
- 10-Nine
- 11-Ten
- 12-Eleven
- 13-Twelve
- 4
- 5
- 6
beneath you

part
four

�Damn
you, die, you overgrown wastebasket!�

Punch,
block, parry, parry, thrust, stupid goddamn Fierloquel (pronounced fear-lo-quell)
demon wouldn�t go down! He�d been brawling with the massive
sack of stupid for about a half hour now, and not only was the fighting not
going anywhere, but the smell was definitely getting worse.

Fierloquel
demons had never been particularly bright, which was why Spike had been almost
elated when he�d found the moron making an attempt to create a teenager
goodie-bag out of two little chits stupid enough to walk home alone that night.
Spike had barreled down the street and attacked the bastard, shouting at the
girls to run home, before he�d dragged the Fierloquel into Weatherly Park. The
problem with Fierloquels was that they sort of had a caveman complex --
basically, although they were stupid and mostly mute, if they were threatened,
they killed first, and asked -- or rather, hand-signed -- questions later.

And
they fought extremely well, using their nauseating smell to their advantage. The
Fierloquel was around seven feet high, well taller than Spike by about two human
heads, and its skin was a pale, sickly yellow. Pustules covered the arms, and
shag-carpet hair covered the parts of the arms that weren�t covered with the
pustules. The eyes, however, were the most disturbing, since they were the most
beautiful feature on the ugly beast -- sparkling ruby with glints of sapphire
and silver. The nose was long and hooked, drooping slightly over the mouth,
which was filled with four rows of gnarled, snubbed down teeth. And if someone
had been standing in the middle of a city dump, surrounded by all the nasty
goodness of soiled diapers and year-old luncheon meats, the Fierloquel still
would have smelled worse. Spike was convinced that these bloody bastards crossed
his path, just for the fun of nauseating him.

This
was not turning out to be a fun fight.

Feary
really was descended from a long line of stupid demon cavemen. He let out a
high-pitched squeal, which (due to his being mute) was the only sound he could
actually make, then swung a big, hairy fist at an exceedingly slow speed toward
Spike�s head. Spike ducked down low, then darted behind the behemoth before
running toward the Fierloquel and vaulting over him, grasping his head between
his calves and flipping Feary over onto his back as he landed.

Finally
getting the stodgy piece of crap down for once, he stalked over and snatched up
a battle axe that had been thrown about two feet away since the beginning of the
encounter. Hoisting it over his head, he swung down and embedded the sharp,
steel blade directly into the demon�s solar plexus. Feary let out another
high-pitched squeal, flailing about until all at once, he stiffened and flopped
back onto the ground. The body began melting into a pile of green goo and Spike,
with an alarmed grimace on his face, quickly began backing away from the
toxic-like substance.

Shuddering,
he turned around and stalked out of the park.

Turning
off of Embly Road, he had barely gone two blocks when he saw the towering figure
of the brand new Sunnydale High School. He gave a soft snort and shook his head.
So that was what Dawn had been rambling about. All her whining and bitching --
he�d thought that the case had been something even worse.

Nothing
much had changed about the school. Well, obviously, it was new. It was bigger,
too, with a larger campus outside the main building. But all in all, it was only
subtle changes. It really looked like the original high school. Well, before
Buffy had blown it up.

He
sighed and shook his head again. This town was completely asinine. They�d
rebuilt the high school right over the exact location of the Hellmouth all over
again. It was like a cursed burial ground. Dawn was gonna be into something deep
this school year, into and maybe involved in some things that not even Buffy
herself had needed to deal with during her three years here.

Of
course, Dawn was a bright little girl. With her smarts and Buffy�s strength,
plus the rest of the cavalry trotting along, maybe they would actually be able
to keep the Hellmouth completely under control.

He
grumbled under his breath and stalked back home.

Was
it wrong for her to feel giddy? Cuz she was. Giddy.

Spike
was back! And she still couldn�t completely believe it. The
night she�d dropped in to see Clem had been so surreal. And she was still
reeling from Spike�s news.

He
had a soul... had he gone to get it purposely, or had someone tricked him?
Either way, he had a soul now, and Buffy would never be able to use her regular,
tired, stupid old �soulless demon� excuse ever again. Because according to
Spike, the soul was el permanente, not a curse. He was stuck with it.

She
still wasn�t entirely sure how to feel toward him. She had missed him -- there
was no doubt about that, she wouldn�t have cried so hard those first few
nights after he�d left if she hadn�t. But she was still angry at him for
what he�d attempted to do to Buffy. If she had to choose sides, she was on
Buffy�s, all the way. The Slayer was her sister -- her blood kin.

But
Spike was... he was Spike. He was the one she�d discovered was a
closet nerd when she�d nicked one of his very old journals and she wasn�t
ever going to tell him that she knew about that because he would probably kill
her for it. The same Spike that had nearly gotten himself killed by a god to
keep Dawn�s identity a secret, and time and time again when the teenager�s
life had been threatened. The same Spike that got nervous and embarrassed and
bumbling whenever Dawn had mentioned any gooshy feelings that she had harbored
for the vampire before she�d realized how in over his head he was for her
sister.

He
was the very same Spike that she�d had that never-to-be-requited and
never-to-be-mentioned-out-loud-ever-again crush on. Her extra fangy,
ridgy-foreheaded, way too over-protective older brother. He had been the one to
stay up at nights with her and watch The Simpsons, Roseanne,
and Mama�s Family with her, no matter how ridiculous he�d
thought the last two were. And he�d been the one to comfort her when the pain
of losing Buffy the summer before had gotten to be unbearable.

So
she couldn�t be too mad at him.

Uh-oh.
Buffy was giving her a Scrutiny. It had become one of those capitilized things
early on in the summer, when she and Buffy had started talking, and Buffy
couldn�t make sense of half of what she said.

�What?�
Dawn asked.

Buffy
wrinkled her nose. �Are you okay? You�ve got one of your loopy looks again.
What did they serve you for lunch?�

Dawn
scowled. �I packed today.�

Buffy�s
eyes widened at the same time that her brows furrowed, and the result was one
very alarmed-looking Slayer. �What the hell do we have in the fridge?� she
asked, jumping out of her chair at the kitchen island to check.

Dawn
rolled her eyes -- honestly, if it weren�t for the fact that Buffy�s roots
were showing, Dawn would think that her sister was a natural blonde. Either
that, or the bleach seeped into her brain. And that reminded her: Hah! She�d
said that to Spike once, and the look he�d given her had been the funniest
thing -- a glare that bordered three-ways on confusion, anger, and amusement.

�Buffy,
there was nothing wrong with my lunch! Jeez, I�m just feeling extra... tired
today. I guess.�

Buffy
tilted her head, pawing through the fridge for anything that could pass as
actual food. Ew, moldy cherries. How long had those things been back there?
�Extra tired?� she asked, grabbing the sliced bread, a jar of strawberry
jelly and the peanut butter before she kicked the fridge door closed with her
foot. She faced Dawn as she set the things down on the counter. �Tired from
what? Is it your Chem teacher? If it is, I could have a talk with him. Your Trig
teacher�s being pretty lenient after our talk, isn�t he?�

Dawn
grinned, standing up and moving toward the island, snatching a banana from the
basket. �Well, Buff, it�s kinda hard not to be lenient when you�re
threatened with bodily harm, before watching an abnormally strong fellow staff
member squish your favorite paperweight in her bare hands.�

Buffy,
her head still lowered, peeked up at Dawn from under her lashes. �He told you
about that, huh?�

�I
saw the blatant terror in his eyes when I walked in. It was like Martha Stewart
was just confronted by Mohammed Ali or something.�

Buffy
shuddered. �Ew, Martha Stewart.� She twisted open the peanut butter jar and
grabbed two slices of bread, generously slathering them with the gunk. �You
know, Anya says that she�s evil.�

Dawn
reached over and grabbed a knife, cutting her banana into slices before
snatching more bread, and the peanut butter jar from her sister. �Martha
Stewart, really? I always knew there was something creepy about her. She always
seemed way too... peppy during her Halloween shows.�

Buffy
nodded as she spread on the jelly, then slapped the two pieces together, taking
out a bite. �Yup. Ahn says she�s a demon, that�s like all, one with the
Blackness or something. She lives for the wicked evilness and stuff.�

Dawn
grinned. �It figures.�

After
Dawn finished creating her banana, peanut butter and strawberry jelly
masterpiece, she and Buffy moved on to the living room and crashed down in front
of the TV. In an unconscious movement, Dawn tossed her feet onto the table,
grabbed the remote, and flicked the TV on, changing it quickly to the History
Channel, where History�s Mysteries was on. Buffy nearly choked on her PB&J.
The episode was on unholy and mystical beings -- witches, goblins, unicorns,
Courtney Love... and vampires.

Dawn
couldn�t say what had told her to change it to that particular station. She
never watched the History Channel -- she was 16, it was just something that a
teenager in California did not do. But something had spoken to
her, and while she was aware of Buffy�s reaction to the show, she couldn�t
bring herself to change it. Besides, it was funny as hell watching an episode on
things that people didn�t think were real, talking like they were experts on
the whole thing. Pfft.

Buffy
fumbled as she reached across Dawn for the remote. The teenager�s hand shot
out and grabbed Buffy�s wrist. �Hey!� she protested. �Leave it alone,
Buffy! Come on, it�s funny! These people think they�re brilliant when it
comes to this stuff!�

�No!�
Buffy yelped. �It�s enough that they get in my face all the time whenever
I�m patrolling, I don�t wanna watch them on TV!�

�Oh,
get a sense of humor, Buffy! Xander would think this was hilarious, and Spike
would probably be rolling around, laughing on the floor!�

Oops.
Buffy was quiet, her jaw hanging slightly open, and it didn�t take long for
Dawn to realize that she�d slipped up and said the �S� word again.

Buffy�s
shoulder jerked slightly, as though she were having a muscle spasm, and the
Slayer looked down. She took a deep calming breath, then looked at Dawn again.
�Dawn, go to your room, please.�

Dawn
looked at her sister in disbelief. �What?! But all I did was say his name!
You�re making me go to my room for that?!�

Buffy
stood up. �Dawn, you know I�d appreciate not hearing that name anymore, and
--�

�Buffy,
that�s not fair! All I did was say his name, it�s not like I cursed or
something!�

�Dawn!�
Buffy spun around and glared at her younger sister. �In this house, that name is
a curse! Do not ever say it again, in front of me, to yourself, don�t even
write it in your diary!�

Dawn
stood up, almost livid. �You�re the one who said we had to open up to each
other, Buffy! Like it or not, he�s still a part of our lives, whether he�s
here or whether he isn�t! I can practically see your brain oozing with him,
you think about him all the time whenever you think I don�t notice! I know
you�re mad at him, and I know he hurt you, but I also know how much you miss
him! I miss him, too, Buffy, no matter how mad I am at him for what he did,
he�s still Spike, and I still miss him and love him!�

The
younger Summers broke off, gazing at her sister pleadingly. �Buffy, please.
Tell me what I�m missing. Fill me in. Let me know what on earth is going on
because at the moment, I am completely clueless! You promised me that we would
actually start talking to each other now, and we have been -- but whenever it
comes to Spike, you want to run away and hide! Talk to me, please, Buffy!�

Buffy
looked away, then sank back down onto the couch. Putting her face in her hands,
she leaned forward on her elbows and took a deep breath, then sat back. Dawn sat
down next to the Slayer, noticing that Buffy�s eyes were filled with unspilled
tears.

�I
don�t know what you�re going to think of me, Dawn. You know the place I was
in last year. I felt like I was trapped, and I couldn�t get past what Willow
and Xander did, bringing me back and everything.� Buffy shook her head. �I
felt like I couldn�t feel, like part of me, the part that knew how to be
happy, and loving, and cheerful, was left behind when they pulled me back. And
because I couldn�t feel...� She permitted herself to give Dawn a shamed,
sideways glance. �I let myself sleep with Spike. So that maybe I could.�

Dawn
stared at Buffy blankly. �You... used him,� she stated quietly, lowering her
eyes.

Buffy
cleared her throat. �Yes,� she whispered. �I used him.�

The
teenager sat up slightly and let out a deep sigh. �Oh,� she murmured.
�Is... that why he did... what he did?�

Buffy
bit her lower lip, gazing at the coffee table. �That was... part of it. It was
also because I told him that I didn�t love him. He sort of got a little
desperate after that.� Her hand lowered and began unconsciously massaging her
thigh, where his beseeching, pleading hands had bruised her four months ago.

The
teenager glanced back up at her. �So this was both your faults. He�s the one
who got all fondly and pushy, but you�re the one who pushed him to it. And you
were trying to push the whole thing off on him.�

The
Slayer didn�t look at her sister. �Yeah, I... did.�

�Nice,
Buff. Real nice. You�re supposed to be the grown-up, and instead, when you
screw around with the man who loves you, and make him go all apeshit on you, you
play the evil vampire wild card. Yeah, it was Spike, but he didn�t have a
soul. He couldn�t control himself the way you can. You pushed
him to the edge like that -- you made him go insane with wanting you to love
him.�

The
Slayer looked up at her sister, her expression manifesting disbelief. �Dawn,
wait a minute. I know I screwed up, but Spike is in the wrong here, too. Why are
you defending him like this?�

Dawn
glared at her. �Because he was there for me when you died. He took care of me,
played with me, protected me, and he loved me. He didn�t treat me like I had
no real knowledge of the world. He gave me the facts straight, and he treated me
like an adult, which, by the way, I�m becoming, if you would ever take
notice.�

The
teenager sighed and shook her head. �Did he ever ask you anything in exchange,
Buffy? I mean, I know your relationship was based, like, solely on sex, but was
there ever anything else he asked of you? Besides that? I bet that every single
time you went to him, he was hoping that you might give him a chance. That you
would finally see him, and notice him, and, and maybe, just maybe, love him,
like he loved you. Am I right?�

The
blonde remained silent for a while. Closing her eyes, she knew that Dawn was
right. Huh. Her sister was gonna grow up to be Sigmund Freud. The world was a
scary place. �He... He never asked for anything. Except for me to give him a
chance.� It hurt, admitting it out loud. It meant that she really was the
cold-hearted bitch that Spike had seen her for. She had used someone that loved
her, chip and soul be damned, since those weren�t factors in his affections
for her, and then she�d broken his heart.

Spike
had called her on it -- several times, in fact -- but he�d never pushed it
when she�d refused to answer. He must�ve realized early on that he
wouldn�t get much out of her except for sex, so he forced himself to enjoy her
company -- any small bit of her company at all -- instead. Taking what he could
get, just for the chance to be near her, even if she did use him as a responding
dildo.

It
was completely her fault that Spike had attempted to rape her. She�d ruined
him, destroyed his heart and mind, until all that she�d left within him was
his desperation to be with her and an animal�s need for a mate. They might
have actually been able to have something, if it hadn�t of been for her.
She�d ruined it all. The thought forced the tears out of her eyes and down her
cheeks.

Dawn
had remained quiet since Buffy had spoken, staring down at her hands, folded
placidly in her lap. After a second, the teenager leaned back against the couch
and sighed. Looking over at Buffy, she tilted her head. �What would you do if
he came back?�

Her
voice sounded longing and pleading. Buffy hated having to dash the girl�s
hopes. She stood up and licked her lips, swallowing hard. �He�s not coming
back, Dawn. He�s been gone for four months already. And you know the routine.
Once they leave, they never want to find their way back.�

Dawn
maintained her Pollyanna attitude. �Spike�s different. What if he does?�

Buffy
managed a small little smile. �I know he�s different. And I think I�d be
in my Bohemian Rhapsody element if he did. But...� She looked down as she
headed toward the steps. She stopped at the bottom, looking towards Dawn again.
�He�s not coming back, Dawn. They never do.�

Dawn
watched silently as Buffy made her way up the stairs.

And
then she smiled.

�I
still don�t get it.�

Spike
rolled his eyes. �What�s not to get?�

Dawn
shrugged weakly, giving him a tiny, sheepish grin. �Everything?�

Spike
sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. �Such as...?�

Dawn
sat up, kneeling above her book. Her right hand rose to accompany her words.
�Okay... like the Puritans. They wanted to separate from the Church of
England, 'cos the king and everyone was holding them back. But then, they came to
America, and they believed all sorts of ridiculous things, and in their own way,
they were holding everyone else back, too. So if they were just doing the same
stupid thing as the Church of England, what on earth was the point of breaking
away from it?�

Spike
scratched his ear slightly, sitting up on his bed in order to peer down at Dawn,
who was sprawled on the ground. �That�s the thing, pet. The bloody Puritans
thought that they were right, an� the church was wrong.� He frowned. What
could he use to explain it more easily to her? �It�s like all that rot
that�s going on overseas, y�know, with the bin Laden bull. He and his
radical Muslims think that they�re right, am� everyone else is wrong. Not
all Muslims act like that, mind you, but the deal with that wanker is that he
believes that America is nothing but a huge lot of white devils.�

The
teenager�s nose wrinkled up. �White devils? But we�re not... I mean,
there�s Muslim people here, too. And... and, Jews, and Hindus and lots of
people. And they think we�re all satanists?�

He
snorted, shaking his head. �Something like that. Anyway, I don�t know what
the deal is, I think they believe they were sent by the Almighty Himself to
carry out the final judgment, or something, for all the wrongs that America
perpetrated against them. An� so they decide to destroy the World Trade
Center. Huge buildings, millions of people working in them, lots of races an�
ethnicities, and it wasn�t just a symbol of America, it was a symbol of the
whole world. So when they hit us, they were carrying out an attack
on the rest of the world as well. An� they call the attack a... a holy war.�

Dawn
sighed. �So basically, what we have isn�t just a failure to communicate, but
a bunch of morons who think that they�re God�s chosen people, and that they
were sent by Him to, like... punish people that treated them badly? And it�s
all just a load of crap because they think we�re the evil ones? What did we
ever do to them?�

Spike
shrugged. �Don�t really pay that much attention to history,
Bit. I just know that the government is fucked, an� so are our nippy, brand
new friends overseas.�

Dawn
smiled. �Because America isn�t gonna take this lying down.�

Her
companion smirked. �Exactly. It�s kinda like when the Japs bombed Pearl
Harbor.�

His
eyes began to get that faraway look in them, and Dawn grinned, sitting up.
Woohoo! Storytime!

�Dru
an� I were hiding out somewhere in Portugal at the time, an� we were
freezing our bloody asses off �cos, you know, it was December an� all, an�
we were in an area not far off from the Mediterranean, so with the breezes
coming in off the sea, it was like diving head-first into a SnoCone or
something. So even though we�d just eaten enough homeless people to stave off
the hunger for three weeks in advance, I stood up an� said, �It�s too
bloody cold, I�m sick of this, let�s go find us a nice little villa.� So
we packed up, an� pushed our way into this little place by the ocean, an�
just as I was snapping the owner�s neck, this report comes in off the radio
they were listening to.

�It�s
all in a mix of Spanish and Portuguese, an� since Dru only knew Italian an�
Russian at the time, she was all quaking an� crying, 'cos she didn�t know
what was going on. �What�re they saying, Spike, what�re they saying?�
she�s asking, an� I says, �Hush up a bit, pet, an� lemme listen.� So I
stay quiet for a few minutes, so I can hear the whole report, only I have to
turn up the radio by then, on account of Dru was wailing, wavering right on the
edge of a bloody hysteria 'cos she thought the world was ending again.

�So
when I got the information, I tell her that the Japanese invaded America an�
bombed Hawaii, an� that FDR declared war. An� the one thing that he said,
it�s always gonna stick with me, �cos they had a little excerpt of it in the
news report; but he says that the Japs �have awoken a sleeping giant,� an�
that was when I knew that the Allies would win the war. He sounded like he was
ready to tear into them himself, if he hadn�t been bloody incapacitated in
that wheelchair. Poor sod, I know how he felt.�

This
was one of the best things about Spike, one of the things she loved the most. He
was always so colorful with his stories, and he had actually lived through some
of the world�s biggest crises. And aside from that, whenever he told a story,
he tended to get side-tracked, and would go rambling off on several different
subjects at once before he remembered what the heck he�d been talking about in
the first place.

Spike
came back to himself after a bit, then glared as he realized that Dawn had
managed to push off about ten minutes worth of studying, all to hear a story.
�Nibblet,� he started, using his warning voice.

Dawn�s
eyes went wide, and she �eep�ed. �I know, I know, I�m sorry! I just
wanted something to take my mind off of studying, just for a little bit. History
is grating on me, Spike, and I know it isn�t exactly your thing, but at least
you�re getting me somewhat interested in it, you know?�

Spike
rolled his eyes, fighting (and losing) the battle to keep a smile off of his
face. �Okay. You get off easy, this time, but only because you�re actually
learning something, here.� He cocked an eyebrow and peered down at her. �You
are learning something, right, Bit?�

Dawn
smiled brightly, stood up, and hugged him as tightly as she possibly could.
�You bet!�

Spike
chuckled, hugging her back before he pushed her gently away from him. �Good. I
want you to keep your grades up, Bit. You don�t have the excuse of a Hellgod
being after you anymore, no more dilly-dallying with your schoolwork.�

Dawn
nodded dutifully. �You betcha. I�m Study Girl this year.�

Spike
snorted again, yawning slightly as he looked at her. �Speaking of, Study Girl,
where are you actually s�posed to be? Not here, I know that.�

He
had to give her props. At least she had the decency to look sheepish. �Uh...
Janice�s?�

Spike
made the noise of a buzzer. �Wrong answer, pet. Try again.�

�My
room?�

�Do
not pass �Go,� do not collect any pity points from me, 'cos you
ain�t getting them.�

�Xander�s?�

Spike
looked horrified. �Is that what you�re torturing yourself with
these days?!�

Dawn
giggled a bit. �Okay... I�m supposed to be studying at the library. At
least, that�s what Buffy thinks.�

Spike
tilted his head. �An� what is Buffy going to say when she doesn�t see your
pretty little nose buried in the middle of a History book in some dank,
rustic-smelling library?�

Dawn
frowned. �I don�t know... I�ve gotten away with it before...�

The
door of the crypt slammed open from upstairs, and footsteps -- very familiar
footsteps to Spike�s ears -- clacked above their heads. �DAWN!� a voice
called.

Dawn�s
eyes widened. �But not this time,� she whispered.

Spike
swallowed hard, his Adam�s apple bobbing up and down maniacally with the
action.

�Oh,
shit,� he muttered.

Dawn�s
sentiments exactly.

AN:
Keep
in mind that none of these characters are mine, and any views they express are
the ones that I put in their mouths...
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