Dance for Me
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
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7,788
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41
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0
Currently Reading:
1
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Chapter 9
An's: Just a little chapter today, I wanted to get it out the way
before the action starts.
Chapter 9
Spike finished showering and dressed before heading downstairs. As
he walked into the front room, he saw everyone was sitting in
various places.
Xander stood up straight away as he spotted Spike.
"Well, what have you got to say for yourself?" Xander snarled.
"Fuck off." Spike answered casually before looking towards Buffy.
"Excuse me?" Xander spluttered.
"I said fuck off. I can right it down for you, if you like." Spike
answered just as casually.
Dawn and Buffy stifled a giggle as Xander's face went bright red.
"Don't you have some explaining to do?" Xander demanded. He stomped
over to Buffy and pulled her hair out of the way.
Spike rolled his eyes.
"No, I don't. You want to know why, because, whatever happens
between me and Buffy is none of your damn business. Come to think of
it, whatever Buffy decides to do with anyone is none of your damn
business, you little opinionated arsehole. Now you explain something
to me. You are the most useless wanker of this group, yet, you're
the fucking loudest. What's that about?" Spike spat before walking
in to the kitchen.
Willow did the Xander fallout while Buffy followed Spike into the
kitchen.
"That was a bit harsh. True, but harsh." Buffy commented softly.
"Yeah, well, I'm sick of this shit." Spike busied himself with
looking in the fridge. He pulled out a packet of blood and poured it
into a mug. Buffy knew that he wasn't just talking about Xander, and
she felt a small tendril of fear in her stomach.
"Slayer, we need to talk." Spike spoke without turning to look at
her.
Buffy winced, first at the use of her title and at the line that she
had fed him before the bad news.
"What's up?" Buffy forced her voice to sound upbeat, although she
was sure that Spike could hear her racing heartbeat anyway.
"After tonight, the club I mean, I'm done." Spike still hadn't
turned to look at her, willing himself not to cave when he did.
"What do you mean, you're done?" Buffy questioned, by the sinking
feeling in the pit of her stomach, she knew what he meant but she
needed to be clear on this.
"I'm done, leaving." Spike clarified.
"But I thought…." Buffy mumbled and Spike interrupted her.
"You thought what? That I love you? That I said I'd never leave?
You're right on both counts. I love you more than I have ever loved
anything, alive or dead. But I'm not a fucking masochist Buffy, well
not anymore." Spike heaved a big unneeded sigh and finally looked at
her.
"I watched from the wings while Angelus took Dru from me. I was
stuck in sod sodding wheel chair and I was useless. I stood back
and watched the woman I love leave me. I can't do it again. Not when
you're not leaving me for another man, god I could maybe understand
that." Spike let out a ragged humourless laugh. The microwave pinged
and he turned back to it.
"You don't have to do this Spike." Buffy tried to keep the panic
from her voice.
Spike turned to face her again, his eyes staring.
"You make it sound like I'm doing this for you, believe me I'm not.
This is for me, I'm gonna go see if I can do something with the rest
of my unlife, something other than be a pathetic fool in love."
Spikes voice was harsh as he ground out the last words.
Buffy stared, despair clawing at her. She blinked away the tears.
"You're really going to leave?" she whispered.
"Give me a reason to stay." Spike whispered back before downing his
blood, dumping the mug in the sink before heading back to the front
room.
Buffy stood alone in the kitchen trying to make sense of what had
just happened. Her body and heart were screaming to go in that room
and jump the vampire waiting there but her mind was trying to reason
that this was for the best, loving someone else with such intensity
would only lead to heartache, desolation and more than likely death.
Wiping her eyes carefully she pulled herself together and fwed wed
into the front room. She cleared her throat to gather everyone's
attention before starting.
"Here's how we're going to do this." Buffy sat in an unoccupied
chair before going over previous details and clearing up any new
ones.
Dawn sat and stared at her sister and then at Spike. She felt her
heart give a little tug, something bad had obviously happened.
tbc...
before the action starts.
Chapter 9
Spike finished showering and dressed before heading downstairs. As
he walked into the front room, he saw everyone was sitting in
various places.
Xander stood up straight away as he spotted Spike.
"Well, what have you got to say for yourself?" Xander snarled.
"Fuck off." Spike answered casually before looking towards Buffy.
"Excuse me?" Xander spluttered.
"I said fuck off. I can right it down for you, if you like." Spike
answered just as casually.
Dawn and Buffy stifled a giggle as Xander's face went bright red.
"Don't you have some explaining to do?" Xander demanded. He stomped
over to Buffy and pulled her hair out of the way.
Spike rolled his eyes.
"No, I don't. You want to know why, because, whatever happens
between me and Buffy is none of your damn business. Come to think of
it, whatever Buffy decides to do with anyone is none of your damn
business, you little opinionated arsehole. Now you explain something
to me. You are the most useless wanker of this group, yet, you're
the fucking loudest. What's that about?" Spike spat before walking
in to the kitchen.
Willow did the Xander fallout while Buffy followed Spike into the
kitchen.
"That was a bit harsh. True, but harsh." Buffy commented softly.
"Yeah, well, I'm sick of this shit." Spike busied himself with
looking in the fridge. He pulled out a packet of blood and poured it
into a mug. Buffy knew that he wasn't just talking about Xander, and
she felt a small tendril of fear in her stomach.
"Slayer, we need to talk." Spike spoke without turning to look at
her.
Buffy winced, first at the use of her title and at the line that she
had fed him before the bad news.
"What's up?" Buffy forced her voice to sound upbeat, although she
was sure that Spike could hear her racing heartbeat anyway.
"After tonight, the club I mean, I'm done." Spike still hadn't
turned to look at her, willing himself not to cave when he did.
"What do you mean, you're done?" Buffy questioned, by the sinking
feeling in the pit of her stomach, she knew what he meant but she
needed to be clear on this.
"I'm done, leaving." Spike clarified.
"But I thought…." Buffy mumbled and Spike interrupted her.
"You thought what? That I love you? That I said I'd never leave?
You're right on both counts. I love you more than I have ever loved
anything, alive or dead. But I'm not a fucking masochist Buffy, well
not anymore." Spike heaved a big unneeded sigh and finally looked at
her.
"I watched from the wings while Angelus took Dru from me. I was
stuck in sod sodding wheel chair and I was useless. I stood back
and watched the woman I love leave me. I can't do it again. Not when
you're not leaving me for another man, god I could maybe understand
that." Spike let out a ragged humourless laugh. The microwave pinged
and he turned back to it.
"You don't have to do this Spike." Buffy tried to keep the panic
from her voice.
Spike turned to face her again, his eyes staring.
"You make it sound like I'm doing this for you, believe me I'm not.
This is for me, I'm gonna go see if I can do something with the rest
of my unlife, something other than be a pathetic fool in love."
Spikes voice was harsh as he ground out the last words.
Buffy stared, despair clawing at her. She blinked away the tears.
"You're really going to leave?" she whispered.
"Give me a reason to stay." Spike whispered back before downing his
blood, dumping the mug in the sink before heading back to the front
room.
Buffy stood alone in the kitchen trying to make sense of what had
just happened. Her body and heart were screaming to go in that room
and jump the vampire waiting there but her mind was trying to reason
that this was for the best, loving someone else with such intensity
would only lead to heartache, desolation and more than likely death.
Wiping her eyes carefully she pulled herself together and fwed wed
into the front room. She cleared her throat to gather everyone's
attention before starting.
"Here's how we're going to do this." Buffy sat in an unoccupied
chair before going over previous details and clearing up any new
ones.
Dawn sat and stared at her sister and then at Spike. She felt her
heart give a little tug, something bad had obviously happened.
tbc...