Roomies

Standing squarely, firmly ignoring the Brit and the young girl, Riley faced Buffy, his eyes locked on hers.
“Yes?” She implored, exasperation barely contained.

“I need to speak to you.” Riley told her firmly. “Alone.”

“Whatever you have to say, you can say right now.” She glanced at Spike and Dawn, “In front of my boyfriend.”

Seeing that Buffy was still under the delusion that this piece of trash was worthy of her time and affection Riley took in a deep breath. It was going to take a while to make Buffy see that he was what was best for her and her vast fortune.
“I’m sorry Buffy,” He didn’t look very sorry she noted wryly. “But I’ve spoken to your father and he agrees that it would be in both of our best interests if we continued this relationship exclusively.”

“Relationship?” Buffy spluttered, an indignant response that was quickly replaced with a reassuring look at Spike. Seeing his grim smile, she turned back to the jock she had once thought of handsome. “The only relationship we had was totally one sided, I dumped you moron.”

“Buffy. Your father has expressed his wish that we do not impede the course of this affiliation.”

“Don’t what the huh?” Buffy replied, wishing he would just get the picture and leave. “Riley, I’m sorry that you obviously have problems with understanding me.” She paused gauging his reactions. Seeing no blatant comprehension she continued, “We Are Over. I don’t know how or why you got in touch with my dad, but that’s just uber-creepy and quite honestly I’d like it real much if we never saw each other again.”

Riley kept smiling, the words she spoke going in one ear and out the other it seemed. When she stopped for breath he took the opportunity to try again.
“Buffy, I’m sure if we slowed things down, got to know each other better then we could forge a lasting union.” He smiled from ear to ear, “I’d like to make things exclusive this time.” He added with a sneer in Spike’s direction.

Spike, who had been standing so tightly wound that one sudden move and he would’ve sprang at the arrogant wanker standing before him, slipped his hand around Buffy’s. The small measure of confidence this gave enough Buffy was enough to spur her back into action from her stunned stupor. How anyone could be so stupid she did not know.

“Riley, there is no me and you. There never will be. I’d like you stay away from me.” Turning on her heel, she feel easily into Spike’s embrace, Dawn patting her back awkwardly. She’d always known her sister attracted nut-jobs but this one took the biscuit. How cool was it that she had two men fighting for her!!?? She half wished that some would fight over her but knew that it would never happen.

Watching as Riley slammed his car door and sped off, Buffy breathed a sigh of relief, knowing their mom’s were watching out the interest she gave Spike a chaste kiss and allowed him to lead her back into her house.

Spending the rest of the day, wrapped up in Spike’s embrace relaxing was in Buffy’s opinion, heaven. They had played Monopoly and the Game of Life and were currently watching some old movie while the gorged themselves on popcorn and sweets.

Deciding that she would rather be in bed than watch the movie, Dawn got up and went upstairs, only to run back down a second later, babbling incoherently as she tried to drag Buffy and Spike with her.

Following her sister up the stairs as fast as she could, Spike behind her, Buffy stopped at the top of the stairs, her mouth agape as she took in the scene.
There, attached to her door with a large kitchen knife was Mr. Gordo, stabbed through the belly with the word ‘SLUT’ branded across the door in blood red spray paint, the drips having already stained the cream carpet beneath.

Gathering Buffy into his arms, Spike swore revenge on the idiot that he knew had done this. What he wanted to know was how he had gotten into their bedroom and done this unnoticed. Holding her tightly, he pressed feather light kisses to her crown whilst whispering softly, murmuring his words of love and affection.

“Buffy?" "My gosh.” The teenagers heard behind them. Turning to see Joyce and his mom on the stairs, he beseeched the women with his eyes, trying to get them to go back downstairs. He smiled reassuringly at them, watching as they descended then turning back to Dawn, who had pulled the knife out of the door, freeing the poor stuffed pig.
Handing it over to Buffy, she smiled. This was one stupid guy, how was he hoping to win Buffy’s affection when he did psychotic things like this she wondered.

“Come on pet, let’s go to bed.” Spike suggested, his idea a good one until the door was pushed open to reveal the state that the room had been left in.
Clothes had been strewn across the bed, slashed into small strips, underwear draped over lamps, stuffed toys, and generally everything in sight and the word ‘SLUT’ had been sprayed over every wall.

Seeing the damage to her room, the room she so desperately wanted to seek refuge in, Buffy burst into a fresh batch of tears, her sobs echoing across the room where the drapes billowed in the wind, flying in and out of the open window.