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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
beneath you

part
five

Oh,
god, she'd better be here. Was it any wonder she was freaked? She'd run all over
the fucking place trying to find Dawn -- first, the library, where the little
twerp has said she would be; second, Janice's, in case her sister
was trying to pull another trick like she had last Halloween; third, and this
was a long shot, Xander's. In fact, she'd been so desperate by the time she'd
hit Xander�s place, that when she'd knocked down his door, she'd woken him up
from his late afternoon nap and sent him tumbling to the ground right off of the
couch.

No
Dawn.

So
she'd run to the only other place she could think of. The one place that Buffy
had avoided as much as possible when she hadn't been checking up on Clem. And
upon entering Spike's crypt, she'd screamed loud and clear, "DAWN!" in
hopes that the lying little brat would be there.

Sure
enough, after a few minutes, Dawn climbed up the ladder tentatively, giving
Buffy her most apologetic look. Buffy ignored it and instead pulled the girl to
her, hugging her as hard as she could. "Why are you here, Dawn? Why did you
do that to me? You scared the hell out of me!"

Dawn
pulled back slightly and sighed, looking down. "I'm sorry, Buffy. I... I
shouldn't have lied to you, and I'm sorry. But..." she looked around the
upper level, pausing on Spike's old chair and TV set. Glancing back at Buffy,
she shrugged. "I miss him."

Buffy�s
face softened, and she sighed, touching Dawn's face and gently weaving the
teen�s shoulder-length hair through her fingers. "I know, Dawn. I know
you do. And I'm sorry, but I really don't think he's coming back. Believe me, if
I could, I would find him and drag him back here, just for you." She
frowned. "I'd have to find out where to look, first." Her face
softened again. "But I would try. Just so you could see him again, just so
you wouldn't have miss him so much."

Dawn
took a deep breath, then exhaled again, staring at her sister. "I'm not
gonna give up on him. He'll come back, I know he will. He loves us too much to
just stay away."

Buffy's
shoulders tensed, and she closed her eyes for a second. Various scenes flashed
behind her eyelids, of the many times that Spike had declared his feelings for
her. Downstairs in this very crypt; inside the dilapidated old building, before
she'd thrown herself at him and fucked him into oblivion in order to hide from
her feelings and herself; searching for Dawn after Willow had gone on a magic
rampage and had stolen a car, nearly getting the teen killed; countless times
after they'd had sex (or in his eyes, made love); numerous times in her dreams
after he'd left town, making special appearances in her mind and declaring his
eternal love for her.

And
there was no doubt in Buffy's mind that Spike had let the teenager know how much
he cared about her as well.

She
sighed, and resigned herself to nodding. Once Dawn fixated herself on something,
it was just a tad bit hard trying to get her to let go of it. If she said Spike
was coming back, then maybe, just maybe... he would.

And
then she would kick his ass for leaving in the first place.

Buffy
sighed again. "Maybe he will, maybe he won't. Don't get your hopes up,
Dawn." The Slayer glanced around the crypt cautiously. "So, where's
Clem? He's not here?"

Dawn
shrugged, relieved at the change in subject. She had been this
close to blabbing all about the blond vampire hiding in the tunnels under the
crypt. "I don't know. Come to think of it, we haven't seen him in a while.
Where do you think he is?"

Buffy
frowned. "I have no idea. He could have just taken off. And he doesn't seem
as fond of us since we blacked out the TV last month, so I wouldn't be too
surprised if he left without telling."

The
teenager pouted. "Awww, that's too bad. I liked him."

Buffy
smiled slightly. "You know, he insulted me when we first met? At least,
I�m pretty sure it was an insult. I was drunk at the time, and I don't even
remember feeling my feet."

Dawn
gave the older Summers an odd look, trying as hard as she could not to laugh.
"You were drunk? I thought you learned your lesson about that after the
whole CaveBuffy thing at the college?"

The
Slayer glared at her. "I was moody, shut up. Anyway, I think it was after I
went to see Angel last year. I came home, I was kind of depressed and all, and I
ended up drinking with Spike --" she cut herself off, freezing. Then she
let out a deep breath and nodded, relaxing. It was okay to say his name. And it
was okay to remember him. For a soulless vampire that she had pushed to the
edge, he'd done a lot of memorable things for her, and it was okay to remember
that. She pointed to a corner in the crypt. "Right there, as a matter of
fact. And he took me to get some information at a bar where they were playing kitten
poker."

Dawn's
eyebrows went up. "They were playing poker for cute little kitties?"

Buffy
laughed. "Yeah, it was the funniest sight. After the whole thing, I even
started the Kitten Liberation Movement, and set the kitties free. Poor things, I
don't think half of them got away. But anyway, Spike brought me in and sat me
down in the corner with a bottle of... whiskey, I think it was, in my hand. He
introduced me around, and Clem just stared at me for a second, before inferring
that my skin was so tight, that it was disgusting. Big laugh coming from a demon
whose skin is practically falling off, right?"

Dawn
giggled. "Right. Clem isn't exactly the best person to talk about
that."

The
Slayer sighed and looked around again before moving toward the sarcophagus and
sliding onto it. Her vision went blank for a moment.

"Tell
me you love me."

Spike
stared at her with barely concealed hope. "I love you. You know I do."

She
moved closer, almost imperceptibly. "Tell me you want me."

Spike's
feelings for her surfaced instantly. "I always want you. In point of fact
--"

She
grabbed him and led him to the sarcophagus. "Shut up."

Turning
them around, she slid her hands up his arms, gazed up into his sparkling blue
eyes, and leaned in as he lifted her up onto the sheet-covered stone. He climbed
up after her, holding her close, sensing that something was different, hoping
that it was, realizing that she was giving herself to him fully this night.

Her
little hands slid down and grasped at his jean clasps, undoing them as Spike�s
own hands worked on hers. Lifting her up gently, he tugged down her pants and
pulled away her panties as their lips hovered around each others. Finally, he
sheathed himself inside of her as Buffy pulled him close to her, kissing him,
devouring him, overwhelming them both with their emotions -- him, with his love,
lust, and desire for her; and her, with her need to be loved, lusted after, to
be desired.

The
flash ended and Buffy came back to herself. Dawn, who�d been trying to climb
up next to her, barely noticed Buffy�s flushed skin as the Slayer shook her
head to rid herself of the images that refused to leave. The teen finally
plopped down firmly next to her sister when she got onto the stupid stone block,
then looked at Buffy expectantly.

�So?�
she asked, pretty blue eyes bright. Blue eyes that were way too identical to
another pair of beautiful blue eyes, ones that expressed anything and everything
in a simple blink. �How�d you know where to look?�

Buffy
blinked again and shook her head, looking at the younger Summers. �Oh... um,
well, I had to go to a bunch of places to find you, and after that, the crypt
just seemed the most logical. I mean... I�m pretty sure you spent a lot of
your time here with Spike, and vice-versa at the house when I was dead. So...
here I am, and here you are.� Buffy folded her arms, tilting her head. �What
are you doing here anyway?�

Dawn
smiled slightly. �Spike left behind a lot of history books when he left. I
figured looking through some of them might help me out a little.� She frowned
then, wrinkling her nose. �That�s probably when I found out that the books
dealt with history in the views of demons and vampires.�

The
Slayer began laughing. �Aww, Dawn, you should have realized that from the
start. Pretty gruesome stuff, huh?�

Dawn
shrugged. �Actually, it�s nothing worse than what I�ve seen you and Spike
do with a battle axe, so I was pretty cool. Anyway, the books were one thing,
and then it was also... the crypt, you know? It�s... homey, in a weird,
grungy... dead... type way.�

Buffy
smiled and wrapped an arm around her sister�s shoulders. Her breath excaped
her through tightly pursed lips. �I know what you mean. I�ve been here so
often that this place does feel homey.� She glanced at Dawn.
�I really need a break.�

She slid down off of the sarcophagus
and headed toward the rypt doors.
�Let�s go home, �kay, Dawnie?�

The younger Summers nodded. �Sure,
just lemme go get my things from downstairs.�

Buffy nodded, watching quietly as the
teen slipped down the ladder. A cool rush swept over her, and her Spidey sense
began to act up again. Cursing, she looked over her shoulder into the graveyard.

Nothing.

She frowned, then moved toward the
center of the crypt. Definitely a presence here, then... an almost, sort of
comforting one. And it felt like...

Buffy shook her head and shrugged the
feeling off. She could have sworn that Spike was there, again. God, she was sick
of this... She obviously missed him so much that she was beginning to sense him
everywhere. Even here, in this empty crypt, where no one, apparently, had taken
residence for over two weeks.

Although it would make sense. Spike
had
lived here, after all.

�She misses you.�

Spike grunted, shaking his head.
�Yeah, I can see how much she misses me. Bit, just leave off. Big sis doesn�t
want me around, an� I don�t wanna bug her. I�ve already done enough to
her.� His gaze lowered and he sighed. �I tried to rape her, then I left her
like the rest. It�s best that I just stay out of her way, �cos if she finds
out I�m back, she�ll be handing me my head before I dust.�

Dawn frowned. �Wow. You�ve really
changed.�

Spike�s head sank lower, and his
feet began to kick at the remains of his bed. �Look, Bit, I�ll let you call
me a poofter if it�ll help you make sense of this bloody new soul. But please,
just please, let me be. Don�t encourage me to talk to your sister, because
number one, she�s not gonna want to talk. I think she�ll be more into
chopping off all my limbs. Number two, I�ve put her through enough. I love her
more than anything, an� all I�ve been able to do to her is hurt her. I
don�t want that anymore. I just want her to start being happy, an� with me
in her face all the time, that�s never gonna happen.�

Dawn moved forward, towards him,
tilting her head down slightly in order to peer into his face. When she reached
him, she stopped, then leaned in, giving him the tightest hug she was capable
of.

�I think she�d be happy to know
that you�re back. So she�d throw a fit or two at first, but then, it would
hit her... you�re back. And then maybe you two could work through your
problems, and at least be friends, if nothing more. I know you won�t believe
me, but when you left, the look on Buffy�s face was like she�d just been
socked in the stomach. It was kind of like graduation all over again, only this
time, it was you, and you didn�t even stop to say good-bye to
her. And you were the one that was supposed to stay for good. No matter what she
did to you.�

The vampire sighed. It was sweet of
his Bit to try and reason with him. But he�d been on the receiving end of
Buffy�s fury, more than Dawn had. Spike had been someone that Buffy had hated,
and he knew -- more than knew -- that she hated the idea of having feelings for
him. He�d be dust the second he tried to look at her.

Looking up, he gave her a
pain-filled, pleading gaze. �Nibblet,� he whispered. �Go on home, now.
Please? Buffy�s waiting for you upstairs; prolly thinks you�ve fallen down a
hole or something by now. I appreciate the talk.� Dawn started to interrupt
and Spike held his hand up. �No, Dawn. Buffy will find out I�m here sooner
or later, probably sooner, but she�ll be the one to come to me. I�m not
gonna bounce into her life again with a soul an� act like I�m the next
bloody coming of Christ, or an Angel imitation. She doesn�t deserve that.
She�ll find out on her own, an� I�ll just... be here when she does.�

The girl�s hand moved up to touch
Spike�s cheek, and the vampire nuzzled into it gratefully, sighing in relief
when Dawn nodded in agreement. �Okay, Spike. Buffy can find out on her own.
But don�t even hesitate to come find me if you need to talk. Okay? Promise me,
Spike.�

He purred gently, took her hand and
kissed the back of it. �I promise you, baby.�

Dawn smiled and hugged him again,
gently this time. �I love you, Spike,� she whispered in his ear.

The blonde vampire�s face
brightened, and he smiled, hugging her back. �I love you, too, pet.� Pulling
away, he tugged lightly on a strand of her hair and smiled, then gently swatted
her hand. �Go on then, luv. Get your goods, an� catch up to the Slayer.�

The teenager smiled one more time and
squeezed Spike�s hand before shouldering her pack and heading up the ladder.

Spike�s smile drooped off of his
face the minute she was gone and, letting out a deep sigh, his shoulders
slumped, and his head fell.

Buffy was going to find him very,
very soon. He knew it.

And when she did...

�This sucks.�

Buffy raised her eyebrows. �But
according to this, it�s the most widely read and the most celebrated all over
North America,� she said innocently.

Brown eyes glared up at her, unamused.
�I�m serious, Buff. How the hell am I supposed to figure out how I can get
Anya to be civil to me again if I can�t even understand these
stupid... things?�

Buffy sighed. �Xander... that�s
why these magazines are targeted toward women. Men aren�t supposed
to understand them. They�re supposed to make fun of them and dance around,
singing �la, la, la� like they don�t know any better. Which they don�t,
since they don�t make these magazines for men.�

Xander threw down the
Cosmo,
his lips forming a sullen pout. �Stupid chauvinistic women.�

Buffy snorted and grabbed his arm,
veering him away from the magazine aisles. �Xander, we have a job to do. We
need to divide and conquer if we�re gonna make it back to your place in time,
then to the airport to welcome Willow and Giles back. Can I please
trust you not to dive headfirst into women things that you never have, and never
will have any knowledge about?�

Xander sighed, then puffed up his
chest at Buffy�s glare, saluting her. �Yes, Ma�am, right away, Ma�am!�

Buffy glared at him even more.
�Stop it. Whenever you talk like that, it reminds of... someone who is army
trained and married that I used to date and would prefer to not ever think about
anymore ever again.�

Xander grinned and shrugged weakly.
�Sorry.�

Dawn, who had tagged along for the
endeavor, lagged behind the two at a safe, far distance, talking to Janice. The
younger Summers had a few more friends now than she had the previous two years,
but Janice was the only one who�d been involved in something supernatural with
her -- bad, bad memories of Halloween night gone wrong last year.

Buffy had deemed it all right to let
Janice in on Sunnydale�s secrets, as long as she never blabbed to anyone else.
Surprisingly, Janice had believed every single word she�d said, from
Willow�s former witchcraft stint, to Buffy being the Slayer, to Spike being
the second vampire in history to ever be ensouled and in love with
the Slayer.

�So, wait. You�re saying that
Spike�s back? From Africa? Is that where you got that cool
necklace from?�

Dawn smiled proudly, holding her chin
up high as she showed off the hematite. �Exactly. He brought it back
especially for me. He said that a
shaman guy sensed that Spike was thinking about me, so the shaman guy gave him
this to give to me.�

Janice wrinkled her nose. �Isn�t
Africa all sunny? Why would he go there? How did he get there? I
mean, without burning into cinders or something.�

Dawn frowned, stopping. �I don�t
know.� She shook her head and started walking again. �Note to self: Ask
Spike more about Africa.�

Janice peered toward Buffy and
Xander, eying them cautiously. �Buffy doesn�t know that he�s back, does
she?�

Dawn shook her head. �Spike
doesn�t want her to know. He says that she�ll find him sooner or later and
he�d rather not look like a big cardboard vampire cutout with a target painted
over his heart. Nobody knows he�s back except me -- and, well, now you.� The
teenager grimaced as she looked in Xander�s direction. �Besides...
Xander�s not fond of Spike at all.�

Janice gave her a skeptical look.
�After all you�ve told me about their bad blood, you say that
Xander�s not fond of Spike?�

Dawn grinned. �Okay, okay, Xander
abhors Spike. He can�t stand him, wants to stake him, and all that icky
creepiness. He really likes to believe that he�s better than Spike, which, no,
not really. And okay, maybe now, a smidgen, after the, uh, bathroom incident
that I never told you about --� Dawn glared pointedly at Janice. The other
teen nodded, smiling. �But now, Xander�s just gotten really full of himself.
At least till you mention Anya to him. Then he gets all flustered and pouty and
all with the sob-stories and pity-me syndrome.�

Janice grinned. �I totally get
that. I mean, he�s the one that screwed up. I know he was, like, scared or
whatever, but he left her at the altar. Why couldn�t he have
talked to Anya and told her how he was feeling, instead of embarrassing her in
front of her friends and family?�

Dawn shook her head. �I don�t
know. He�s never tried anything like Spike did with Buffy, but that doesn�t
mean he�s the most perfect guy to walk the face of the earth, and it doesn�t
give him the right to act like he is. I mean, Spike was soulless
at the time, and he loved Buffy. But she dumped him, and it was eating him
alive, you know?� The teenager quieted, staring at the ground. �I mean...
all he wanted was for Buffy to love him back. That wasn�t so much to ask, was
it?�

Janice sighed and ran her fingers
through her hair before shouldering Dawn gently. �Let�s get off the gloomy
topics, kay? Maybe we can get back to the magazine aisles and find out if
there�s anything on Seth Green or James Marsters.� A wicked grin appeared on
her lips. �You know, if you think about it, James kinda looks like Spike.
Except, you know, he�s American, and not a vampire.�

Dawn looked at Janice in horror.
�Ewww! Oh, god, Janice, come on! Spike�s like my brother, I
don�t wanna compare him to James! I�m never gonna look at him the same ever
again!�

Janice simply giggled and lead her to
the �zines. �Come on.�

�Hey.� Nudge. �Hey.� Nudge.
�Buffy. Yoo-hoo. Earth to Buffy?� Double nudge.

�Xander, if you don�t stop that,
I�m gonna flip you into the mayonnaise jars.�

Xander tilted his head. �Okay,
mayo, good for the hair, but -- � He caught Buffy�s glare. �Right. Anyway.
Missing teenagers. Dawn and Janice went AWOL again.�

Buffy rolled her eyes. �They�re
probably just in the magazine aisle drooling over Nick Carter or the Goo Goo
Dolls or something.�

Xander grunted. �How come
they
can go waste time, but I can�t?�

The Slayer gave him a sideways
glance. �Because they�re teenage girls, not a twenty-two year old guy,
Xander.�

�Awww, fine.�

He couldn�t quite pull off the
pouty lips. Not like Spike could -- Train derailing, train derailing!
Get back on track, Buffy! �Yeah. Get the cheesy chips, Xand.�

A quick nod and grin. �Right away,
M�lady.� He scuttled off. Hehe. Scuttled. Like Sebastian in The Little
Mermaid.

Sigh.
Buffy�s brain go
boom.

As soon as Xander ran to the snack
aisle, more than likely to come back with about fifteen varieties of different
chips, pretzels, and teeth-rotting, hyper-inducing, sugar-coma foods, Buffy
pushed off, shoving the cart in the direction of the milk and dairy. She was
just fiddling around with the Swiss cheese and the All-American white, when she
stopped dead -- not literally.

Shock of white-blonde hair. Extremely
familiar. Moving through the hair care section. Her heart thumped, and without a
second thought, she took off after the head of hair.

Rounding the corner (and nearly
bouncing the cart off of a rather heavy-set woman that was deciding on blonde or
red-head), Buffy chased down Guy... wearing black jeans. He was wearing black
jeans, she was short enough to see, and she could see his legs, and he was wearing
black jeans!

He was just ahead of her, now, back
turned, broad, muscular shoulders taut as he stretched up to capture the gel at
the top of the shelf. Buffy bit her lower lip as she closed in. Oh, god. What
was she going to say to him? What could she say to him? �Hi,
thanks for coming back and giving me a chance to kick your ass for leaving?�
Or how about, �So... wanna roll in the hay, for old times sake?�

Damn, was she
that
desperate to make a complete and utter ass out of herself? If she was counting
her cards right, he would never let her live that down.

Ooh, ooh, he was right in front of
her. She took a deep breath, then tentatively reached out a shaky hand to touch
his shoulder. Buffy smiled weakly as he spun around...

Before it dropped completely. Not
Spike. Random Guy with a bad bleach job. Now that she really looked, the hair
was more yellowy-orange than platinum-white. And his body wasn�t as lean and
sinewy as Spike�s. In fact, he looked like someone off of a bodice ripper
book.

Hmph. Random Guy was now giving her a
weird Look. �Can I help you?� he asked in confusion.

Buffy frowned and shook her head.
Eyes were brown, not blue. No British accent. Not-Spike was a really shitty
version of Her Spike. �No... Sorry,� she mumbled, veering away. �Thought
you were someone else.�

Random Guy�s weird Look softened
into an apologetic and confused one. �Uh... sorry?� he called after her as
she steered away.

Buffy sighed and turned the cart
toward the snack aisles. �No; I am,� she whispered. She�d been so stupid.
Desperation to hear Spike�s voice again, after all those months, couple with
her recent hallucinations, had made her completely ignore a dormant Slayer
tingly that was now reacting, and going positively haywire.

Buffy stopped and looked around,
frowning. The presence was warm, comforting... enveloping her from every side.
The presence was Spike�s. But the vampire was no where in sight. His presence
was there... but he wasn�t.

Dammit, if he�d been killed and
turned into a ghost for some reason, it only figured he�d come back and haunt
her.

She inwardly cringed at the thought
of Spike being dead -- permanently -- then shouldered it off. Her senses
wouldn�t be going off so strongly if Spike was a former vampire turned ghostie.
The only time the tinglies got so strong was when there was a vampire somewhere.
And there was definitely a vampire somewhere in that building.

She sighed again, then shrugged off
her thoughts again. It was just her hallucinations getting the best of her.
Spending so much time with a man who had spent a century plus taking care of a
crazy woman had finally rubbed off on her. He wasn�t back. And he wasn�t
going to come back. And she really had to learn to stop imagining him in her
head. And it would help if she stopped talking to herself as well.

She needed to see a therapist.

As predicted, Xander came back to the
cart, loaded down with snacks, some chemically treated, others chemically
processed, but all good and fattening. Dawn and Janice came down the aisle,
laughing and giggling with a magazine apiece. A pleading glance at Buffy, and
the Slayer relented, signaling to them to toss the teenie-bops into the cart.
Xander jogged over to the soda section and hauled down a few cheap, generic
2-liter pop bottles, placing them in the cart before he and his three female
escorts made their way to the check-out.

From the hair-care aisle, Spike
peered out at them, panting. Dammit; he�d really had to run that
time to avoid Buffy catching him. If he didn�t know any better, he would swear
that she was following him! Well, she was following him tonight --
or rather, she was following someone who appeared to look like him, judging from
her little display at the Indy Cart 500.

He shook his head. Maybe, if he was
dense enough, he�d allow himself to believe that she missed him. But when
he�d seen her face as she�d confronted his look-a-like, he�d seen a cross
between wanting to hug him and wanting to hurt him.

Needless to say, Spike wasn�t going
to let himself get disillusioned.

Sighing, he reached for a box of
bleaching formula (his hair was sticking out at about an inch now, and he was
certain that the roots looked repulsive) and slipped it into the pocket of the
heavy brown leather jacket he�d worn two years ago to try to
impress her, and look where that got me.

Shooting a glance at the check-out
line near him (and specifically, at Buffy), he shoved through the mob of people
desperate to make it out before the store closed and they got screwed over,
until he reached the exit. Then he plowed out as fast as his vampiric speed
would allow him so he wouldn�t trip the alarm.

Heading for the side of the building,
he flipped out the box of cigarettes he�d stolen from the 7-Eleven earlier,
took one out and put the box away, then pulled out his Zippo, lighting up the
fag quickly. He leaned back and rested the back of his head against the wall,
closing his eyes.

He wasn�t sure how long he remained
in that position, but the sound of an angry female voice jolted him awake
instantly. Fearing that the Slayer had discovered him, he cowered further in the
shadows and listened as silently as possible.

�Stop it! LET GO!� Frustrated,
angry growl. �I mean it! Let go of me, now!�

Sounds of a bit of a struggle.
Spike�s eyes widened when the female�s scent hit him, and he recognized her
voice.

Not Buffy. Not at all. Buffy could
take care of herself, and nobody could really hold her still.

That... was Dawn.
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