Will This Love Last?

Disclaimer- The characters belong to Joss and ME. Unluckily.

There I was lying upon the 1000 year old ex demon. Well that’s what I thought. She had yet to tell me she was back doing the vengeance. If I knew, I wonder if I would of wished? Maybe to fry Xander that would have been funny yet I wouldn’t have done it. Think about the pain Buffy would have been in. Yet, look what she has done to me. Classed as housebroken. She has another thing coming.

So here I am Anya writhing around underneath me. Nearly baring her naked chest apart from this flimsy piece of black lace material. Not aware that the show was being broadcast. Hell, I didn’t even know what I was doing. Moving on? What a sad pathetic excuse. Thrusting deeper into her shuddering form her vaginal muscles clench around my stiff cock, her juices flowing from her body. It was my turn now, I grunt as I thrust in deeper planting my cold seed deep within her. Collapsing on her tired body it took minutes for me to gain my breath before rolling of her body.

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Willow sat typing at her laptop placed conveniently in front of her. She gasped and stood quickly looking down upon the screen. Xander and Buffy looked away from each other immediately finishing the conversation that they were having. Looking over to the red head, watching the expression on her face they both stood and scurried over. Gasping at the site that it showed. Spike above Anya, penetrating her. Buffy’s heart felt torn and battered. She couldn’t help it if tears formed in her eyes. Even though she didn’t love him, he was banging her friend days after she broke up with him. Xander was thinking differently. That bastard! Look at the bottle of booze beside them. He has got her drunk.

The front door clicked shut that’s when they knew Dawn had arrived from where ever she was. Dumping her bag down she moved over and looked down at the screen. Hand moving to her mouth to quieten the gasp that rolled of her lips. Looking up to Buffy, watching her face. What was a matter with her? She hated him. Oh God, Oh God. Buffy lifted her head and caught Dawns staring shaking her head.

“That’s enough,” She demanded. Turning and walking out the room then out the back door. Xander was still staring limply at the screen. Un controllably. When he heard Buffy leave he looked up to Willow. Before exiting out the room. Willow smiled nervously before sitting down. When realised that Xander was gone and hearing the front door slam she stood.

“Xander?” she spoke quietly. Hurrying through the house she approached the open door and looked out before moving into the living room. The weapons chest, “Xander” She muttered. Hurrying over she looked inside. The axe. It was gone! Buffy? Dawn? They went outside. Passing around the TV and into the other room and around the table she opened the back door.

“Buffy, Xanders gone and he took your axe” Herce wce worried. Buffy looked up then stood. Looking back to Dawn. Dawn nodded. “Go Buffy!” Dawn replied to Buffys’ look. Buffy nodded and hurried around the garden appliances and into the house. Grabbing her coat she exited the house and ran of in the direction of the magic box.

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I look over to Anya while fastening my belt. Eyes bright with guilt but yet need. Anya was staring back at me; she was in the middle of pulling her shirt on. After fully dressed I run my hands through my platinum blond curls and make my way up the two steps up to the door. On quick glance back at Anya and she is watching me. Nodding slightly, i nod back. That was my que to go. So of I went, into the cold night only to come out being attacked by an angry Xander and a flying axe.

Jumping back the blade flew past my face into the wood of the doorframe. Growling I dodge the punch that Xander flew my way only to walk into one flying into my gut. I wince in pain. Winded. Ouch. Xander grabbed my collar and pushed me into the side of the building. Hitting me, telling me to fight. It was too much. I couldn’t fight back. That’s when I saw the stake that he was pulling out of his belt. I gasped. Closing my eyes. The familiar voice filled my head. If I was going to die I migh wel well think of the one I love.

“Xander stop it!” I immediately open my eyes and look in the direction of the voice. Anya. Gaze drifting back and fourth in between Xander and Anya then the approaching Buffy. I look to the ground in shame. They caught the show. Gah! What was his life turning into? Not listening to the conversation till the last part. “You left me Xander! At the altar! I don’t owe you anything!” I frown. What a git. Looking up to Buffy, she is watching, disgust and anger written across her face.

“So you go out and bang the first body you can find, dead or alive?” He snapped.

“Where do you get of judging me?” Anya asked. I look up at Buffy she is now watching the conversation intently. They were so happy. Xander and Anya that is. Not him and Buffy. She would fuck him and dump him. That was her motto.

“Then this is your solution, to our problems” Xander paused. “I hurt you and you get me back—very mature”

“No! The mature solution is for you to spend your whole life telling stupid, pointless jokes so that no one will notice that you’re a scared, insecure little boy!” Anya snapped back.

“I’m not joking now, you let that evil, soulless thing touch you!” Xander said, pointing to me. Grr. Fucking beat him up if it wasn’t for this sodden chip. “You wanted me to feel something? Congratulations. It worked. I look at you and I feel sick. Because you had sex with that!” There he is pointing at me.

Spike. What’s wrong with me? I growl silently. They probably didn’t even notice. I look up at Buffy she was watching the ground nervously. Ha, guilt piling on now. I look towards Anya, fuck. I am going to tear that whelp to pieces. Look at what is happening to her. I stand straight, a smug look upon my face. Watching nobody in particular. “It’s good enough for Buffy.” I state.

“Shut up and leave her out of…” I look towards Xander he was looking at Buffy. Shocked, disgust. You couldn’t really read the emotions upon his face. “Buffy?” I look towards Anya. Then followed her gaze to Buffy. She was stuck with words, all the happiness that she had gained, even though it was only a little drained from her.

“Xander…” Xander cut of Buffy, “I don’t wanna know this…” I watched the stake fall to the floor, the sound ringing in my ears. “…I don’t wanna know any of this,” I groan at my stupidity. Looking up I was about to walk away. The look on Buffys’ face, it was killing me. I told you I would tell, sweet heart. I force back a grin.

Watching Xander walk away, Buffy turned to look at me. A scowl upon her features. A small smirk appears on mine as she turns and walks away following the same route Xander had just took. “Bloody Xander! Blocking up everything. You know I wish…” Anya stopped me. I look towards her. “Don’t!” That was her wor word. I nod. I turn away from her, shifting my duster into its right place and walk. Glancing over my shoulder I watch Anya walk back into the shop.


// Next Day //


I sit in my crypt, lounging on my chair. Empty beer can in my hand. The TV was on I wasn’t watching it. I was thinking of the past happenings, the last night happenings. I needed to talk to Buffy. Crushing the can in my hand I throw it to the TV. Watching the TV fuzz as the metal hit the screen I stand and walk over to it. Switching it of.

I heard a noise, silent I was. Straining my ears to hear whom it was. I walked to the drawers and pull out my machete. Old as it was, I used it many times to kill helpless others. I growled. Nostrils flared. A Summer’s lady. Buffy? My mind raced as I hurried towards the door only to be greeted by a pissed of looking Dawn.

“Dawn?” I ask. Placing the weapon down on the side table. Watching her intently. She is probably angry.

“Spike?” She replied, great just great.

“What do you want Nibblet?” I asked. She replied with a simple shrug. This game is getting stupid now. Walking back towards the lounge area I cross through it towards the stand-alone fridge. Opening it I pull out a mug of blood. A quick glance over my shoulder at Dawn she was running her fingers along the blade of the knife.

I turn back to my jug and unscrew the cap. Lifting it to my lips I drink deeply. Before placing it inside the fridge. Drying my chin of with the sleeve of my duster I turn back to watch Dawn. Leaning against the door of the fridge. “Nibblet?” I ask.

Dawn looks at me, them big brown eyes. I groan. She is going to hate me. “Is it about Anya and Buffy?” he asked. Dawn nodded. I cross over to her. Pulling the blade away from her grasp. Just encase she does anything stupid.

“Why?” Dawn asked. I didn’t quite unders. I . I look up to her. She must have realised that as she asked again but with more detail. “Why did you do that to Buffy?” What part, the sleeping with Anya part or the telling of the friend’s part?

I shrug. “I slept with Anya because we both needed some comfort pet. Not like big sis was any help with that” He closed his eyes. Oh the pain that she caused him. “Running of every time we shagged…” I must have forgotten thatn wan was here as I kept going like I was talking to myself. Turning my back to her I play with the knife.

“…. She would run away, make up some excuse. ‘Dawns by herself’ or maybe ‘you’re a soulless evil thing. I can never love you’” I frown at these words. They cause me so much pain. “She never loved me. She just needed to feel,” He growled. Looking over my shoulder at her. She was gaping at him. Oh shit, he had used his dirty language. Shagging? What was he thinking?

“Sorry Dawn.” He shrugged. “It’s true” I look away from her. Obvious she was lost for words. Oh maybe not. “Why did you tell them?” She asked. What a stupid question. I frown. Turning back to her, I drop the blade on the floor, the ringing echoing through the empty depths of my crypt.

“Like I said. Why should I treat her right when she doesn’t treat me right?” I asked. More of a statement, an answer then anything else. Dawn glared at me. “You have hurt her so bad” She growled. I shrug. “She hurt me pet. So bad” I looked down at the knife. “Well. She doesn’t want you around anymore. If you’re acting like that, neither do I!” These words stung me. Turning my back to her once again I waited. There I heard it, the door slamming shut and felt the regrets rolling in.


//TBC//