Damage

After what seemed like forever, Xander pulled up. Buffy opened the door and slid into his car, wincing when she sat down, still sore from her encounter with Spike.
“Hey Buffster!” Xander smiled waiting for her to buckle her seat belt.
“Hey Xan.” Buffy said softly.

Xander pulled away and drove off. Buffy turned back and looked at the house, noticing a rustle of drapes coming from one of the windows. She turned back around, eyes on the road before her.
“So….you and Riley have a fight or something?” Xander asked.
“No…he fell asleep” Buffy said absently.
“Why didn’t you wake him up?” Xander inquired.

Because I just got through banging his dad and really didn’t want to deal with him, Buffy thought but replied instead with, “I didn’t want to disturb him. He was tired…so just figured I’d let him sleep.”
“No problem. I don’t mind playing your chauffer, Buff” Xander told her.
“Thanks” Buffy said distractedly

Xander felt like something was off. While a big goof most of the time, sometimes even he had moments of clarity, “You O.K. Buffy? You seem kinda out in space”
“What, huh?” Buffy turned from her side window to look at Xander.
“Just like that” Xander said.
“Sorry…Xan…just some things on my mind.” Buffy repli “Ca “Care to share? I’m a great listener” Xander told her.
“Umm…it’s kinda girl stuff Xander but thanks” Buffy responded.
Xander blushed as “girl stuff” things jumped to his mind.

“Here we are. Home sweet home” Xander pulled into Buffy’s driveway.
“Thanks Xander. I appreciate you giving me a ride….er a lift!” Buffy corrected herself feeling dirty for even saying the word, “ride”.
“Sure thing, Buff. See you at school tomorrow” Xander told her as she got out of the car.
He drove away thinking there was still something off about Buffy and that she wasn’t being completely honest with him. He couldn’t put his finger on it but it was there all the same.

Buffy walked up to her door feeling like she had just taken forever to get home, like the entire car trip had been in slow motion even though it had only been maybe fifteen minutes. She was finally home. Home. Dawn. Mom. MOM! Oh God! Would she know? Would she be able to tell? Do I look different? Oh God. Buffy’s worrisome thoughts rattled inside her brain.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and went inside. She got half way up the stairs before she heard Joyce’s voice, “Hi honey. Did you have a good time at Riley’s house?”
“Uhhh…yeah…I mean…NO…no good time was had…uhhh” Buffy stumbled all over herself.
Joyce quirked an eyebrow at her eldest daughter “Did something happen between you and Riley, dear?” she questioned her.
“Nope…just watched a stupid movie…err…that’s why I said…yeah but no…yeah...fun with Riley cause we all know…fun guy Riley is his name…but no to stupid movie” Buffy covered for herself.
“Ahh...well...yes...teenage boys choices in films do leave a lot to be desired” Joyce commented with a smile.

“So…did you meet Mr. Finn? What was he like?” Joyce asked.
He was just great Mom. He fucked me with his huge cock in the bathroom, Buffy thought.
“Uhh...he was O.K. Just another dad, ya know…ummm...I gotta….uhh...study…test tomorrow at school…so...see you later…Mom” Buffy resumed her climb.
Joyce’s eyes followed her daughter wondering about her weird behavior and nervousness and since when did Buffy care much about studying? Joyce shook it off, muttering “teenagers” and went back to the kitchen to resume cooking dinner.

Buffy breathed a sigh of relief as she closed her bedroom door. She went and looked at herself in her dresser mirror examining herself to see if she looked different. Not finding anything really out of the ordinary, she sighed and sat down on her bed. She winced again. How long is sitting going to hurt like this? She thought. She felt the wetness of the fluids still lingering between her thighs.

She stood and went to her dresser to get a fresh pair of panties. She went to the bathroom which was connected to her room as well as the common hall. She removed her now soiled panties stained with cum and blood and then washed herself off before donning the fresh pair. I should’ve done this at his place before I put my panties back on, she thought to herself. Wasn’t really thinking then though.

“Hey Buffy!” Dawn’s voice broke the silence as the hall door started to open. Buffy freaked, grabbing the dirty panties and looking around for a place to put them so Dawn wouldn’t see. She quickly stuffed them underneath some other dirty laundry that was sitting in a laundry basket by the wall.
“Dawn! Don’t you knock! I could’ve been peeing or something” Buffy scolded her little sister.
“Geez…we’re sisters…it’s not like we’ve never peed in front of each other.” Dawn said.
“What do you want?” Buffy sighed.
“Mom told me to get you for dinner.” Dawn replied.
“Oh. O.K.” Buffy said, not moving.
“Well come on…what are you waiting for?” Dawn grabbed Buffy and pulled her from the bathroom.

Dinner was hell. Every time her mother looked at her or asked her a question she felt like she knew. Buffy was a nervous wreck. Dawn noticed Buffy abnormal behavior as well. The three Summers women sat picking at their plates in awkward silence. Finally Buffy, after eating enough that her mom wouldn’t complain, excused herself. It was Dawn’s night to do the dishes so she cleared the table and started the water running in the sink.
“Dawn, I’m going to start the laundry while you clean up dinner.” Joyce told her.
“Alright Mom. The basket in my and Buffy’s bathroom is full” Dawn replied.
“Thanks honey.” Joyce left the kitchen and made her way upstairs.

Buffy sat in her room on her bed, staring off into space just thinking about blue eyes and sharp cheekbones. Lost in her thoughts she completely forgot to go get her stained panties she was going to wash out herself. Suddenly it clicked in her mind and she jumped up to run to her bathroom. Her eyes widened in fear as she saw the laundry basket was gone. She rushed down the stairs and to the basement door, hearing the normal sounds of a washing machine going. She swallowed the lump in her throat and ran back up to her room.

Oh God Oh God. Breath Buffy. Breath. Oh God Oh God she thought. Maybe she won’t notice them. Oh please don’t let her notice them. A knock came at Buffy’s door. Oh Shit.
She hesitantly walked over to the door and even more hesitantly opened it to find her mother on the other side, as expected.
“Buffy, is there something you need to tell me?” Joyce said with the “mom look” on her face.
“Ummm…” Buffy faltered.
“Buffy, I think we need to talk. Can I come in?” Joyce pushed her way in without waiting for an answer.

Joyce sat down on Buffy’s bed and motioned for her to come over.
“Buffy. I love you no matter what. You know that. Now tell me, did you have sex at Riley’s house?” Joyce questioned her.
“Mom…I’m sorry…I just…I AM 17, you know…” Buffy got defensive.
“I know sweetheart. I’m not mad at you. I was 17 once too. I found your underclothing Buffy. Please be honest with me” Joyce told her.
“Yes” Buffy whispered.
“Oh my baby” Joyce teared up.
“MOM! Please don’t cry” Buffy hugged her.
“I’m sorry…it’s just, my little girl is all grown up.” Joyce sniffled.

Joyce finally composed herself, “Well, now Buffy. There were…umm…semen stains on your underwear. Did you and Riley not use protection?” she grilled her.
Buffy was blushing hotly at her mother talking about semen stains in her panties. How more mortified could she be?
“Umm…we kinda got caught up in the moment” Buffy didn’t lie even though she was talking about a different man than her mother was.
“Oh dear. I was afraid of that. Buffy, I’ll call first thing in the morning and make an appointment with our gynecologist. You need to get on birth control immediately.” Joyce informed her.
“Uhhh…” Buffy started.
“No uhhh about it, young lady. I won’t have you jeopardizing your future by getting pregnant. I only hope you aren’t already. It only takes one time, you know?” Joyce fretted.
“I’m sorry, Mom. I should have been more careful” Buffy apologized.
“It’s alright, dear. Let’s just make sure you are in the future.” Joyce said.
“O.K. Mom” Buffy replied.

“Well, so…anything you want to tell me about your first time? Are you O.K.? Is Riley O.K.?” Joyce questioned her.
“Umm…yeah…we’re both O.K.” Buffy answered.
“You don’t sound too thrilled, dear. Was it not what you expected it to be?” Joyce asked.
“No, nothing at all.” Buffy said with a faraway look in her eyes.
“Oh, I’m sorry, dear. Sometimes the first time isn’t all it’s cracked up to be for us women” Joyce said.
“Oh, it was good. Actually it was the best thing I’ve ever felt, just not what I was expecting” Buffy slipped, and then blushed hotly.
“Oh well…well...that’s good then” Joyce’s cheeks tinged pink a bit as well.
“Well, I guess I’ll go finish the laundry. You get some rest, Buffy. Why don’t you take a nice hot bubble bath and relax and then get some sleep. You look exhausted.” Joyce reached out and cupped Buffy’s cheek.
“That sounds a p a plan, Mom. Thanks…and Mom…I love you” Buffy told her.
“I love you too, Buffy” Joyce replied as she left her room.

Spike sat in his study, drinking straight from a bottle of scotch. He had watched Buffy standing outside from his window while she waited. He watched a car pull up with a brown haired boy in it. Watched her drive away with him before going to his liquor cabinet and retrieving the bottle.

There was a knock on his door.
“Come in” he said and the door opened to reveal Riley.
“Hey, Dad. Sheesh. I’m such a dork. I fell asleep on the couch while Buffy was using the bathroom so she left. She left me a note though. I hope she isn’t mad at me” he informed his father.
“I’m sure she is fine” Spike replied.
Riley came in and sat down on one of the chairs opposite from Spike’s large desk.
“So…what did you think of her? She’s beautiful like I said, isn’t she?” Riley got his dreayed yed look.
“Yeah, she’s alright” Spike poured some scotch from the bottle into a tumbler and took a swallow.
“Alright? She is perfect! I’m gonna marry that girl someday” Riley beamed.

Spike’s grip tightened on the glass and not realizing his own strength, the glass burst in his hand, sending glass shards and scotch into his skin.
“Bloody hell!” he screamed.
“Dad! Are you alright?” Riley jumped up.
“Yeah...just broke the bloody glass is all” Spike replied.
“You’re bleeding.” Riley commented.
“Yeah...better go clean it off” Spike walked to the door.
He turned back to look at his son, an overwhelming sense of guilt overtaking him, “You know I love you no matter what, right son?” he said.
“Uhh...yeah...sure, Dad” Riley shuffled his feet feeling awkward at his dad’s display of affection and wondering what brought it on.

Spike turned and went towards the bathroom to clean his hand and then stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn’t bring himself to go in THERE so instead he headed for the kitchen sink to try and clean up the damage he had caused. He laughed to himself; right…if only I could clean up THAT damage like I can my hand. He washed the blood off his hand, watching it swirl down the drain. So much blood had been spilled that day. First Buffy, he recalled his cock covered in her blood and then his own blood covering his hand now. Was this an omen of things to come? He winced as he pulled out a piece of glass that was embedded in his hand.

I’m a bad rude man he thought as he admitted to himself that given the chance again, he’d still fuck Buffy. Christ, what had she done to him? He felt his back tense as he heard a rustling motion from behind him. He turned to see Drusilla standing there in a peach party dress.

“Miss Edith told me there was a party with my dear William but it seems I have arrived too late. William has been a very naughty boy hasn’t he?” she cooed then her demeanor changed instantaneously to intense anger, “I rot away in confinement while you fuck the sunshine, my bad Spike…no dessert for you” she turned and fled back up to her room.

Spike sighed and wrapped his hand in a towel then proceeded to the back porch to have a smoke to calm his nerves. Sometimes he wondered if Drusilla was more than just crazy. It was like she had the “sight” at times, saying things that in their really crazy fucked up way made sense. Fucked the sunshine, he recalled her words. That’s exactly what he had done, what it had felt l Buf Buffy was sunshine. His sunshine. But just like with real sunshine, if you get too close to it or too much of it, it burns you.

Continued in Chapter 5- The Day After