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Part Eight

Willow slowly opened the door to the Summer's spare room, her heart breaking as she saw her best friend, curled up in the foetal position on the bed Spike had used for the past two weeks. A red shirt and a glint of silver were trapped beneath her fingers.
"Buffy?" Willow whispered.
"Oh, god, Wills, what am I going to do?" Buffy wailed, looking up into her friend�s eyes, not moving from her position on the bed.
"Oh, Buffy, sweetie, I'm sure Spike'll be long gone by now so you won't have to-" Buffy's cries only grew louder at this and Willow winced. Then gaped, "D-did something happen Buffy? Between you and...and S-Spike, I mean?"
Buffy sat up, her eyes full of sorrow. "What am I going to do Wills? Angel's back thinking everything is like it was but all this stuff's happened in the last two weeks and...and its changed everything!" She wailed, collapsing back on the bed.
The claddagh ring fell from her hands and rolled off the bed to the ground.
Both girls followed the movement with their eyes. Buffy sniffled but was quiet. She sat up again.
"I guess I have to tell Angel." Buffy whispered.
"I guess so."
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"Dru, why do I feel like this?" Spike asked groggily, he could barely move, his whole body ached.
"My poor boy was human for too long, the demon's punishing you...bad Spike, ggruff!" Drusilla sat on the edge of the bed at the mansion. "Here, drink this, love...you have to keep up your strength."
"How long for, pet?"
"Just two days...a day for a week and a week for a day!" Dru got off the bed as she sang the words, twirling around the room.
Spike just watched her with empty eyes.
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"Please, just sit down, we can talk about this..." Angel tried to usher her further into the apartment but she stayed resolutely by the front door.
"I don't think that would be a good idea Angel."
"Buffy, please...cant we talk-"
"We are, we HAVE talked about this.... Angel, I need space...I can't do this a second time. Please, you have to respect that. I went through hell without you and I can't handle it again." Buffy left his apartment, closing the door quietly behind her.
"So did I." Angel whispered, resting his head against the wood.
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"She's dumping him?" Xander jumped up and down in his seat and Willow scowled at him.
"Yes, Xander, but don't act all happy around Buffy, she's really upset..."
"Oh, yeah, I know..." Xander looked down, then giggled, "But she's DUMPING him! And peroxide boy's left with his crazy zombie girl! Sunnydale is happy once more!" He did another little dance, just as the doors to the library opened and Buffy walked in.
Giles frowned at the boy, who quickly sat down, still beaming.
The bell rang.
"Come on, Wills, we're gonna be late for class." Buffy's quiet, saddened voice wiped the smile of Xander's face.
As Willow rushed to collect her things, Giles spoke softly to his slayer, "Uh, Buffy will you stay after school for training?"
"Yeah, my last periods' free so I'll come then - can we try and finish before school ends? I don't feel too good, think I wanna go lie down."
"Of course, Buffy." Giles hurried to agree, wishing he could think of something to ease her pain.
"See you later Xander.
"Uh, Buff?"
Buffy looked up and Xander's heart squeezed at the pain in her eyes, "Uh, nothing - I'll see you in math."
"Bye."
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Spike stared blankly at the ceiling as Drusilla continued to count the non-existent stars on the ceiling of the mansion room.
"They're swirling and whirling and oooh!" She cried out in pain. "My Angel hurts....the nasty slayer has hurt daddy again....he pains...it whispers to me, Spike...they're telling me all sorts of horrible things."
"What sort of things, pet?" Spike asked automatically.
"They say they lied to me. They tell me my Spike is going to leave me."
"I'm not going anywhere, Dru." Spike murmured into her hair, patting her hand gently.
"Miss Edith says the icky slayer is going to steal my beautiful childe." Drusilla wailed, throwing the doll to the ground as she cried. "Naughty Miss Edith. You shall have no cake for tea."
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Buffy lay in bed, watching the moonlight slowly enter the room. It was nearly midnight and the moon was high in the sky.
She hurt.
It was as simple and as complicated as that.
She hurt.
Her head hurt from thinking of all the ways the relationship would never have worked.
Her eyes hurt from the pain-filled tears that had flowed freely all night long.
Her hands hurt from having beat up solidly on one vampire for a full hour earlier that night.
Her stomach hurt from having thrown up for the first twenty minutes of her arrival home.
Her throat hurt from the argument she had had with Angel, when she'd met him on patrol.
Her heart hurt from the loss of her lover.
She closed her eyes, and aed ted the cool breeze that entered the window to flow over her tired body.
"Spike..." She whispered longingly as she slipped asleep.
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"Hello, love." Spike tried to smile affectionately at her as she walked into the room...with a suitcase...and a doll.
"Spike...I've decided to leave."
"What?" Spike frowned, his brain not really in gear.
"Miss. Edith and I had a very long conversation..." Spike rolled his eyes, getting slowly to his feet and following her out of the mansion as she continued to speak. "And we decided that we don't want to live near the slayer. We were going to stay and wait for daddy but you've made everything change..." She looked at him with tearing eyes. "Its all sooo wrong...sooo very wrooong." She crooned, tears slipping down her face.
"Dru, don't..." Spike said helplessly, brushing the tears from her cheeks. He never could bare to see her cry.
Drusilla stopped from her mad haze and met his emotive eyes with child-like orbs. She stepped forward and placed a hand on his cheek. "Miss. Edith said to warn you...about the minions. They won't like the slayer...you'll have to rid of them." She sighed and pressed her lips briefly to his. "Don't worry about daddy though - he's not coming back now. But this one loves the icky slayer, he's not all good...be careful my love."
Spike frowned, trying to comprehend all the information as he watched her walk away with the doll in hand. He followed the minion who was carrying her suitcase to the front door. Spike swallowed a laugh when he saw a taxi waiting for her. The vampiress got in. She gave him a little wave as the cab pulled away.
Retracting another cigarette Spike lit it and brought it to his mouth. With a sigh he expelled the smoke from his dead lungs then walked out into the night.
He had a slayer to find.
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"She dumped him!" Xander did another impromptu dance in his seat, his eyes lit up.
"Oh for the love of - look there's Cordy, shut up unless you wanna die a horrible death." Willow grumbled, glad of the distraction. Sometimes...no, actually ALOT of the time Xander was just too much to handle.
"You wanna dance?" Oz asked as a slow, ballad beat rolled around the Bronze dance floor.
Willow smiled at her boyfriend's distraction techniques and happily nodded, allowing herself to forget her best friends worries in her werewolf's arms.
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Spike carefully climbed through the open window, sitting on the edge as he surveyed the picture in front of him.
Buffy sighed, his name slipping from her lips as she awoke - sensing his presence in the room. His name on her lips tempted him to walk closer to her. As Buffy sat up Spike moved over to the bed. She swung her legs over the side, as Spike sank to his knees in front of her.
The silence stretched between them, neither moved, neither said a word.
Slowly, Spike brought his cool hand up to her face, brushing the back of it across her heated cheek. He watched as she closed her eyes and sighed his name.
"Buffy?" She opened her eyes and he shook visibly from the emotions his saw swirling in her hazel orbs.
Spike tilted his head slightly as Buffy's lips came down to meet his. They pressed together; almost desperately as though they were worried the other would drift away as a dream.
He moved his hand from under her top to tangle in her hair as he gently rolled her on to her back. With the better angle, Spike deepened the kiss, moving his hand up her back to undo her bra. Buffy broke away from his lips to quickly removed her top and bra.
She smiled as she heard his sharp intake of breath, her smile turning into a moan as he lowered his mouth to her breasts, worrying first one then the other. He gently kissed back up to her neck, sucking at the skin over her pulse point, before moving up to claim her lips once more.
The kiss was as tender as the first but with a stronger passion. He lowered his hand from her hair to her breast, the other worming its way further down to her cotton pants. Buffy ran her hands up and down his now bare back, before moving lower, slightly under the waistband of his jeans to scratch at the swell of his buttocks.
Their tongue and lips still entwined they slowly removed the remained of their clothing. Spike positioned himself at her opening, waiting for admittance. Buffy raised her hips, impaling herself. She ripped her lips from his to utter a small cry as she adjusted to his size.
Though he was bigger than Angel, she felt at home. She felt loved.
Spike reclaimed her lips as he began to thrust up in to her, one of his hands tugging gently on her nipple. She was so hot, he felt like he was feeling the sun for the first time in a century and a half.
As they both neared orgasm, Buffy began squeezing him tighter and Spike moved his hand down to her swollen clit, pinching it. Within minutes Buffy climaxed, screaming his name as she came.
Instinctively she bared her neck and Spike sank his fangs into her neck. As her powerful, sweet blood flowed into his mouth he released himself, growling continuously as he did. Extracting his fangs from her neck he licked and kissed the wound gently to help it heal, purring louder than before.
Tears of complete contentment flowed freely down Buffy's cheeks and as Spike raised his head to heir�s, his face still in its vampiric countenance, her smile only widened. He tenderly brushed his lips against hers, before moving out of her, pulling her to his chest.
She curled up once again at his side and the two replete lovers drifted off to the vampire's quiet purrs.
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