The Missing Scenes
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Ch. 6
Ch. 6
"Bloody HELL!!" Spike's roar of frustration could be heard from miles away.
...
Once he was back in his crypt Spike smashed and shattered everything he could get his hands on. After the whelp had told Buffy that Dawn was home safe she had left without a backward glance. His hard-on still raging Spike headed towards his crypt to relieve the 'tension'.
"Soddin' Slayer! Who does she think she is?!" Smash. Crack. Shatter.
"Thinks she can play me?" Spike sank down into his ratty lounger and closed his eyes. "Thinks she can get me all hot and then leave me to wank my own bloody self off!"
Spike was drained but he couldn't quite get himself to lay down and rest. Daylight was still a few hours off, so he headed for the Bronze to see if a couple of swigs of the rot they sold would clear his head.
The Bronze was packed. The music was loud serving only to annoy him further. The moment he walked in the door he knew she was there. He didn't even have to see her before his body started walking in her direction.
// Great! Now's my chance to tell her what a bitch she is. // Spike stalked angrily toward her, brushing everyone aside.
He saw her sitting at the bar staring down at her drink. The slump of her shoulders, the vacancy in her eyes. His resolve to inflict what little pain the chip allowed him slowly crumbling.
He stood by her side feeling the waves of her emotions crashing down on him. She sat stock still, but he knew that inside was pure chaos. He could feel it in every tense muscle and every blink of her eye.
He wanted nothing more than to reach out and comfort her.
His arm moved to lay a hand upon her shoulder. Just then she turned her head towards him and his arm shot back to his side. The second she saw him she turned away leaving him feeling shattered.
Tears of frustration and hurt leapt to his eyes, but he held them back. // The Big Bad does not cry. //
He turned away feeling the anger and resentment return. As he reached the door he shot one more backward glance at her.
***********
Buffy was feeling sorry for herself...again. She was getting more than tired of this routine. Giles was leaving. Nobody cared. Nobody understood how hard things were for her. How could they?
Once she had made sure that Dawn was okay, she headed out for some serious slayage. Instead she found herself sitting in the Bronze nursing a coke. She felt numb inside. While she tried to figure out how to cope with this new series of trials life had thrown at her, her mind kept returning to just a few hours earlier.
// Why Spike of all people? I mean he isn't even people! //
She sighed and returned to her coke. Stirring the liquid absentmindedly her mind went blank as she tried to lose herself in her own self-pity.
// What was she going to do now? Giles was on a plane. There was no one left to turn to. //
The second he walked in the door she was aware of him. She didn't have to look up to feel him making his way toward her. She let out a deep sigh not knowing whether it was from frustration or relief.
She felt him standing by her. Taking in all of the comfort and calm that his presence tended to ignite within her. She turned towards him not knowing what she would say. The moment she laid eyes on him tears sprang to her eyes. She saw the worry, anxiety, and love that he felt and the emotional walls she had built up since her return came smashing down.
She turned away quickly. // breathe...breathe....breathe // She didn't want to cry anymore. Her emotions were leaving her drained. Maybe just this once she could lean on someone's // his // shoulder and let herself just feel for awhile.
She turned back to find him gone. Another deep sigh left her // too late // and she crumpled. She laid her head down and began to sob quietly. She really did have no one to turn to. No one who even wanted to understand. She didn't know if she could ever stop the flood of tears escaping her now.
Just then she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up searching for his comforting eyes with her own.
"Bloody HELL!!" Spike's roar of frustration could be heard from miles away.
...
Once he was back in his crypt Spike smashed and shattered everything he could get his hands on. After the whelp had told Buffy that Dawn was home safe she had left without a backward glance. His hard-on still raging Spike headed towards his crypt to relieve the 'tension'.
"Soddin' Slayer! Who does she think she is?!" Smash. Crack. Shatter.
"Thinks she can play me?" Spike sank down into his ratty lounger and closed his eyes. "Thinks she can get me all hot and then leave me to wank my own bloody self off!"
Spike was drained but he couldn't quite get himself to lay down and rest. Daylight was still a few hours off, so he headed for the Bronze to see if a couple of swigs of the rot they sold would clear his head.
The Bronze was packed. The music was loud serving only to annoy him further. The moment he walked in the door he knew she was there. He didn't even have to see her before his body started walking in her direction.
// Great! Now's my chance to tell her what a bitch she is. // Spike stalked angrily toward her, brushing everyone aside.
He saw her sitting at the bar staring down at her drink. The slump of her shoulders, the vacancy in her eyes. His resolve to inflict what little pain the chip allowed him slowly crumbling.
He stood by her side feeling the waves of her emotions crashing down on him. She sat stock still, but he knew that inside was pure chaos. He could feel it in every tense muscle and every blink of her eye.
He wanted nothing more than to reach out and comfort her.
His arm moved to lay a hand upon her shoulder. Just then she turned her head towards him and his arm shot back to his side. The second she saw him she turned away leaving him feeling shattered.
Tears of frustration and hurt leapt to his eyes, but he held them back. // The Big Bad does not cry. //
He turned away feeling the anger and resentment return. As he reached the door he shot one more backward glance at her.
***********
Buffy was feeling sorry for herself...again. She was getting more than tired of this routine. Giles was leaving. Nobody cared. Nobody understood how hard things were for her. How could they?
Once she had made sure that Dawn was okay, she headed out for some serious slayage. Instead she found herself sitting in the Bronze nursing a coke. She felt numb inside. While she tried to figure out how to cope with this new series of trials life had thrown at her, her mind kept returning to just a few hours earlier.
// Why Spike of all people? I mean he isn't even people! //
She sighed and returned to her coke. Stirring the liquid absentmindedly her mind went blank as she tried to lose herself in her own self-pity.
// What was she going to do now? Giles was on a plane. There was no one left to turn to. //
The second he walked in the door she was aware of him. She didn't have to look up to feel him making his way toward her. She let out a deep sigh not knowing whether it was from frustration or relief.
She felt him standing by her. Taking in all of the comfort and calm that his presence tended to ignite within her. She turned towards him not knowing what she would say. The moment she laid eyes on him tears sprang to her eyes. She saw the worry, anxiety, and love that he felt and the emotional walls she had built up since her return came smashing down.
She turned away quickly. // breathe...breathe....breathe // She didn't want to cry anymore. Her emotions were leaving her drained. Maybe just this once she could lean on someone's // his // shoulder and let herself just feel for awhile.
She turned back to find him gone. Another deep sigh left her // too late // and she crumpled. She laid her head down and began to sob quietly. She really did have no one to turn to. No one who even wanted to understand. She didn't know if she could ever stop the flood of tears escaping her now.
Just then she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up searching for his comforting eyes with her own.