Surprise, Again

Chapter Five

Xander paced the length of the library, glancing at Willow and Giles.

“Xander! Will you stop it! You’re driving me crazy.” Willow calle him him. It was now evening and there was still no word from their MIA slayer. None of them could think straightly and they all shard the feeling of fear and worry.

“What the hell am I supposed to do?” Xander yelled at her.

Willow stared at him with eyes shocked.

“God, Will, I’m so sorry.” He wrung his hands and looked at the floor. “I just, I’m so scared about Buffy, and I don’t know what to do. I’m sorry I took it out on you.”

Willow smiled. “It’s okay.” She said accepting his apology. “I don’t know what to do either.”

Giles stood up from his chair needing release from the tension. “I just hope she can protect herself/”

“This is Buffy.” Xander said strongly. “She can hold her own. She’ll be okay.”

Willow smiled him relief flooding through her as she realized he was right. The she frowned suddenly. “What about her mom? She’ll realize something is up if Buffy doesn’t come home soon.”

“I suppose you could tell her she’s staying at your house for some studying.“ Giles answered.

“Yeah. She could believe that.” Willow replied.


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“Get.” Get. “Off.” Off. “Me.” Me. “Get me now.” Get off me, Spike. “OFF!” Buffy said struggling. Now. Now. Now. Get off, wrong, this is wrong. She pushed at Spike again and he let go.

“What’s the matter, Slayer?” Spike growled. His eyes focused in the dark at her.

Oh how Buffy wanted him so much. She wanted to devour him. But she couldn’t, could she? “Spike. Get off me. Now.” Buffy repeated glaring at him. She couldn’t believe that had made her feel that way, her enemy! Spike! Oh but he was so gorgeous. She had always known he was, and her whole body wanted him. She didn’t want him just sexually either, she wasn’t that type of girl. She wanted to mean something to him, that’s what made a connection so exciting, so real. She didn’t know why she felt this strongly. Maybe because it had been so long since she had anyone to hold her and want her. But she didn’t want it to be just a sex thing and she knew that’s all Spike cared about.

Spike stared at her curiously. He just been... kissing her? *Yes and I liked it, no, I loved it.. God I want her.* He thought. Neither of them moved. They just stared at each other, sizing the other up. Finally Spike pounced off the bed and ran out of the room.

Buffy sat barley breathing, trying to collect herself. She stood and slowly mad her way to the door. She looked out and saw stairs leading up, the door at the top of the stairs stood open. She easily crept her way up listening for any sounds of movements. Buffy reached the top of the stairs and saw nothing moving, stepping into the room she realized she was in a crypt. *Ew.* She thought. *Gross.* She found her way to the main door and opened it to reveal a very familiar Sunnydale graveyard. *Now if only I don’t get attack again on the way home...*


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Buffy entered her house on Revello Drive and softly closed the door behind her. She groggily made her way up the stairs to her bedroom, wanting to get out of her majorly dirty clothes and take a nice hot long shower.

“Buffy!” Her mother yelled at her. Frowning and not wanting to deal with her mother blowing up at her she turned around... to a very smiling mother.

“Hey...” Buffy started.

“I thought you were spending the night at Willows tonight?” Joyce asked her.

“I-I was? I was. But, I ended up not feeling too well,” Buffy frowned again and then raised her eyebrows and shrugged. “Must of been something I ate.”

“Oh, okay honey. “ Her mom said.

Relieved her mother had bought her story, Buffy went quickly to the bathroom to shower.


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Buffy stepped out of her tattered clothes and pushed them aside with her foot. As she got under the hot water of her shower she tried to forget the past 24 hours. She rubbed her skin down with the soap trying to rid herself of the dirt and of Spikes touch. But she couldn’t. All she could see when she closed her eyes was Spike touching and kissing her.

Tired and fed up, Buffy finished her shower. Soon after she was ready for bed when she realized she hadn’t talked to Willow, Xander, or Giles. Figuring Willow would be home she called her house, but she wasn’t there. The same thing happened when she called Xander. Finally she called the school library hoping they were there. She was thankful when Willow picked up, she would be the calmest to deal with out of the gang.

“Hey Will!”

“Buffy?!” Willow squealed on the other line. Buffy heard Giles and Xander scrambling to get to the phone in the background.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“Where are you? We’ve been so worried-” Willow started. Buffy could hear Xander asking questions. “Xander- hold on. What happened?”

Buffy sighed and flopped down on her bed. “Listen Willow, I’ve been through a rough day, but, I am okay. Just really tired.”

“But what happened Buffy?” Willow repeated.

“Listen, I really don’t want to go through it right now-”

“But-”

“Please Ww? Iw? I’ll be at school tomorrow and I’ll tell you guys all about what happened then okay? Please?” Buffy waited for her friend to reply, trying to keep her eyes open.

“O-okay Buffy. We’re just really worried.” Willow said.

“I know. I’ll see you tomorrow okay?”


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“Okay.” Willow said and hung up the phone. She turned around and looked at the two men staring at her.

“Well?” Xander asked expectantly. “What’s going on?”

“She said she was tired, but she’s fine. She just didn’t want to talk about it now.”

“Fine?! She just disappeared! She didn’t say what happened?!” Xander asked frantically.

“Calm down Xander. Yes, she’s fine.”

“But Willow,” Giles said, again cleaning his glasses. “Did she give any indication as to what happened?”

“Only what I already told you guys. Now let’s just go home and get some sleep, okay?”


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Spike stalked across his room like an animal. He felt so foolish. What was he thinking, caring about the slayers feelings.. and feeling for her! What did he care about the damn slayer? Nothing! She was just his weapon to get back at his sire. Furious, Spike viciously growled, vamp-faced and threw a chair at a window effectively breaking it.

He stood in the middle of the room his hands pressed to his face, trying to calm himself. A light knock sounded on his door. He stood still for a moment contemplating whether to tell whoever it was to fuck off or not, but he only sighed and shook his head. He sat upon his wheelchair and rolled to on the stone floor and opened the door to reveal Drusilla standing there patiently, her eyes glazed, almost as if he had forgotten what she was doing.

She barley paid him any attention, except to make sure he was being fed. *Fed!*
He thought ridiculously. *They do think I am a caged animal, a caged wounded animal!* Little did they know he filled his belly every night with the blood of his many victims. *And I do it on my own two feet too!*

“Spike,” Drusilla started. “Won’t you entertain me?”

Spike squinted at her confused. Since when did Dru ever carr hir his company ever more? *Not with bloody Angelus around...* “Luv, where’s Angelus? Isn’t he gonna take you out to feed?”

“No!” Drusilla pouted playing with the lace of her dress. “He wants to go out alone. He’s been doing it so much of late. I don’t like it. Thinks I don’t know what he’s doing, but I know.” Hey eyes flashed yellow with jealousy.

“And what is he doing pet?” Spike asked playing along, not that he cared what the great poof was up to.

Drusilla's eyes burned with hatred. “He goes to her!”

“Who?”

“The awful slayer! He plays games with her, but he never lets me play!”

Spikes hands gripped tightly onto his wheelchair. Angelus was seeking Buffy out. He was g tog to see her. Something dark grew in Spike, it grew bigger until he felt he was going to explode.