For The Love Of Spike
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
5,201
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Foer the love of spike
Chapter Three
Spike woke up with a start, tears running down his face. He sat up and grabbed his duster, pulling out his cigarettes he lit one, his hands shaking so badly that he could barely hold the lighter steady. He remembered everything, all of Angelus’s lies; they came rushing back as soon as he opened his eyes. He remembered the last night that he and Angelus spent together.
He remembered his turning and the nights of loving everything, and it was all lies. How could he have been so gullible? He laughed brokenly to believe that anyone could ever love him. But to have your own sire disown you, that was worse than anything in the world.
The door flew open causing him to jump, he looked to see who it was, and didn’t anyone believe in knocking these days?
“Spike, where were you? You didn’t show up for patrol,.” The Slayer’s voice was accusing and Spike stood up and turned around not wanting her to see his tears. “Not that I’m complaining mind you. It was nice for a change not to see you or hear you for that matter.” Buffy trailed off when she saw that Spike wasn’t listening, fed up with being ignored and for that matter just fed up with him period she walked over and jerked him around, ready to let him have it, the chip be damned and drew in a breath. Spike was crying, and he looked like he had been for awhile.
“What’s the matter with you?” She asked not really caring; except that whatever this was about made her ruin a new pair of pants because he wasn’t there to help her.
He laughed and she flinched at the naked pain so obvious, he didn’t look this bad even after Drusilla had left him.
“Nothing to worry you about, Slayer. Lot’s of beasties out tonight then? Must have been for you to want my company.” Buffy shrugged and said.
“Who would ever want your company, Spike?”
“No one, Luv. No one. So then what did you want a little cold comfort then?”
Buffy hit him, knocking him across the room, he got up and stood there waiting for her to make her next move, it always started out this way, her hitting him then she would impale herself down onto him until she got what she came for, then she would kick him in the head and run, seems like that was all he would ever be could for, wonder if she’ll do the whole mind wipe thing too? Not wanting to wait around to find out he grabbed his coat and ran out the door, his only thought was that he had to get away from everything, something had to give or he would greet the coming sunrise.
Spike woke up with a start, tears running down his face. He sat up and grabbed his duster, pulling out his cigarettes he lit one, his hands shaking so badly that he could barely hold the lighter steady. He remembered everything, all of Angelus’s lies; they came rushing back as soon as he opened his eyes. He remembered the last night that he and Angelus spent together.
He remembered his turning and the nights of loving everything, and it was all lies. How could he have been so gullible? He laughed brokenly to believe that anyone could ever love him. But to have your own sire disown you, that was worse than anything in the world.
The door flew open causing him to jump, he looked to see who it was, and didn’t anyone believe in knocking these days?
“Spike, where were you? You didn’t show up for patrol,.” The Slayer’s voice was accusing and Spike stood up and turned around not wanting her to see his tears. “Not that I’m complaining mind you. It was nice for a change not to see you or hear you for that matter.” Buffy trailed off when she saw that Spike wasn’t listening, fed up with being ignored and for that matter just fed up with him period she walked over and jerked him around, ready to let him have it, the chip be damned and drew in a breath. Spike was crying, and he looked like he had been for awhile.
“What’s the matter with you?” She asked not really caring; except that whatever this was about made her ruin a new pair of pants because he wasn’t there to help her.
He laughed and she flinched at the naked pain so obvious, he didn’t look this bad even after Drusilla had left him.
“Nothing to worry you about, Slayer. Lot’s of beasties out tonight then? Must have been for you to want my company.” Buffy shrugged and said.
“Who would ever want your company, Spike?”
“No one, Luv. No one. So then what did you want a little cold comfort then?”
Buffy hit him, knocking him across the room, he got up and stood there waiting for her to make her next move, it always started out this way, her hitting him then she would impale herself down onto him until she got what she came for, then she would kick him in the head and run, seems like that was all he would ever be could for, wonder if she’ll do the whole mind wipe thing too? Not wanting to wait around to find out he grabbed his coat and ran out the door, his only thought was that he had to get away from everything, something had to give or he would greet the coming sunrise.