I'm Sorry William

Of course you all remember when Buffy Walked into Spike’s Crypt and told him it was over right? Well what if? Let’s find out…

I own nothing. Joss is god of the Buffyverse.

This is a SPUFFY Story.

Sorry William

She glanced around the burnt up crypt, the heavy cloying scent of scorched demon, with the underlying scent of burnt up furniture. “I'm not here to…” She glanced towards the bed, laden with ashes and debris. “And I'm not here to bust your chops about your stupid scheme, either. That's just you. I should have remembered.”

“So this is worse then, is it, this is you telling me…” He turned his eyes on her, piercing, blue, eyes she would never forget. No matter how hard she tried.

“It's over.” She hung her head, trying to erase the desperation in his eyes.

”I've memorized this tune, luv. Think I have the sheet music. Doesn't change what you want…” He said, suddenly cocky.

”I know that. I do want you. Being with you ... makes things ... simpler…for a little while…” She exhaled slowly. ~ This is so hard. I didn’t think it would be. ~

“I don't call five hours straight a little while.” He said, his sexy smirk in place. ~ Show no weakness. ~

“I'm using you. I can't love you. I'm just ... beinak, ak, and selfish...” He almost didn’t hear the whispered words.

“Really not complaining here. I know you'll never love me. But you treat me like a man.” He stood stock still. ~ Don’t want to frighten her into running. ~

“I have to be strong about this. I'm sorry ... William.” She turned from him, and started to walk away slowly if only to have a moments pause without his eyes boring into her. She could still feel him, behind her, watching her.

“You keep playing with rules you make up as you like.” The low growl of his voice reverberated in her bones almost turning her legs to jelly. She was surprised and outraged to feel him pressed intimately against her back, one arm around her waist tugging her closer, the other around her shoulders holding her against him.


She struggled to get free. “Let me go!” Indignation colored her voice.

“Easy pet…I know what you want… You know what I am. You've always known. Still you come to me all the same.”

“Don’t…don’t do this…stop it Spike…” Angry and pleading at the same time.

Spike released his grip from around her shoulders, his hand trailing up her denim covered thigh, stopped only when it reached her closed thighs.

He suddenly changed the direction his clever fingers were moving in and popped open the button of her jeans.

“Spike…stop please…”

“Stop me Slayer. The way he said it made it sound like a dirty word.

“Spike…please…”

He could smell the heady scent of her arousal, so thick it was cloying. He pulled her zipper down and released his hold on her to move her jeans down past her hips. “Slayer needs her demon.” The bones in his face shifted, allowing his wrinklies to emerge. He pushed gently against her shoulders. She bent over, her hands grasping at the burnt up blanket on his bed.

Spike pulled his jeans down, freeing his rigid cock. He grasped it in his calloused hand and rubbed it against her slick entrance.

He felt the almost imperceptible shift in her body, her heart speed up and breathing quickened when she realized what he had done, how easily he had made her submit.

“You want me inside you…don’t you Buffy?”

She nodded, pressing back against him. “Tell me who you want to touch you…” She whispered softly into her ear, bringing back those delicious shivers.

“Spike…please…I want…” She held out as long as she could, but it was inevitable. With the tiny kisses and the delicious way his fingers traveled over her body it was only a matter of time before she was his once again.

Spike thrust into her. Hard. And fast, rendering her breathless. His fingers grasping her hips were bruising, still he held on harder, fingers digging into her soft flesh.

She cried out in pleasure and thrust back against him, giving as good as she got. She snaked her arm back around his waist and pulled herself up against him. Her fingers dug into the soft flesh of his ass, her back flush with his front. Her arm moved seemingly of it’s own violation, to the back of his hair, curling around the surprisingly soft curls she found there. She pulled his face into her neck.

He almost lost control. He wanted to, he wanted to just let go, but he couldn't. He wouldn't let himself. He loved her too much.

He growled and pushed her back down, away from him so he couldn't feel her warmpth pressed up against him, couldn't feel her heart beating agianst his chest, her blood begging to be tasted. He thrust hard against her. She thrust back against him, harder. They were bruising each other.

“Like that?” He asked, fingers once again on the move. At Buffy’s nod, he rubbed two fingers against her clit. “Come for me Slayer…Want to feel your muscles move…need to feel you tighten around my cock.”

She could feel him inside her. Thrusting hard. His fingers rubbing deliciously making her feel whole. “Spike…oh I’m coming…” She screamed thrusting back against him, clenching his cock deep inside her quivering folds.

Spike stayed silent as his orgasm approached. He gripped her hips once again as he released inside her, shaking convulsively. He wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her but he knew she wouldn’t allow that. She never had. Not once in all the times he had made love to her.

“Spike?” She wasn’t used to him being silent. It gave her the wiggins. ~ He’s NEVER quiet. Especially when we’re making lo…Uh…having sex. He usually talks all the way through. ~ He was still hard inside her quivering pussy, her convulsions making him ready again.

“I want your mouth on me…”

Buffy nodded. She turned around and got to her knees, not bothering with her jeans. She didn’t look up at him; She just took him in her hand and wrapped her mouth around him.

She could taste herself on him and it was turning her on, msking her wetter. She glanced up at him because she was fully expecting him to run his fingers through her hair and moan her name softly. He always did that when she sucked on him. ALWAYS. She was shocked to see his wrinklies and yellow eyes regarding her carefully, his fists were clenched at his sides, his mouth imapssive and silent.

He had Never shown her his demon this way, not when they were being intimate. She was so shocked she had stopped for a second upon seeing it, until Spike moved his hips, his cock sliding further into her mouth once again.

She continued to suck him, gazing into his eyes. His yellow eyes. She felt his sac tighten as she brushed against it, so she brought her free hand up to cup it gently.

Buffy swallowed his cold seed, surprised that he was still silent. “Spike are you ok?” She asked.

He didn’t reply. Instead he pulled up his jeans and did up the buttons, not even looking at her anymore. He started to walk towards the stairs, but her voice stopped him.

“Don’t do this Spike...” She could feel tears welling up in her eyes and brushed at them impatiently.

“I’m doing nothing more than being the monster you want Slayer. YOU said goodbye to the man.” He turned from her once again and was up the stairs before she could even think of a reply.
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Spike walked to the front door on shaking legs, he wrenched open the door and slammed it behind himself.
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The slamming door startled Buffy. The tears she tried to hold in check ran hotly down her cheeks. ~ He left me. Oh god. What did I do? Why is it upsetting me so much? I'm usually the one who leaves right after we... ~
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“Willy, leave the bloody bottle.” His hand shook as he brought the bottle to his lips and drank deeply. He finished the bottle quickly. He didn’t go back to the crypt. He couldn’t. ~ Can’t believe I treated Buffy like a cheep whore. Bloody bitch deserved it though. ~ He groaned.
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~ I can’t stay here. ~ She thought desperately. The scent of sex heavy in the air. She pulled up her pants and ran from the crypt.
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“So…can you put me up for the night?”

“You don’t even have to ask...come on in…” Clem held the door wide for the distraught vampire. “I heard what happened to your place man…that sucks.”
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Buffy closed her bathroom door behind her she leaned against it and took a few shaky breaths. She walked over to her bed and climbed in, not bothering to get undressed.

Once tucked in she felt it was safe to think about what happened in his crypt. ~ Why did he walk out on me like that? He can’t feel, he doesn't have a soul…so how can he be hurt? I know I saw hurt in his eyes…How is that possible? He doesn’t have a soul. ~ Those thoughts assaulted her all night in her dreams. ~

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“Can a vampire ever be a good person? Couldn't it happen?” She listened intently for the answer.

”A vampire isn't a person at all. It may have the movements, the, the memories, even the personality of the person that it took over, but i-it's still a demon at the core, there is no halfway.” Giles polished his glasses as he answered.

“So that'd be a no, huh? Then why does he love me? What was he doing? Why was he good to me? It doesn't make sense!”

”You're a Slayer. I think it's obvious what you have to do. Uh, it is a Slayer's duty...I-I know you have feelings for him, but it's not like you're in love with him, right?”

She turned her eyes to the ground. ~ I Can’t. No. I don’t ~

“You're in love with another vampire?! What, are you outta your mind?!”
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”You know what happens to vampires who don't get to feed? Living skeletons, mate. Like famine pictures from those dusty countries, only not half as funny.”
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“Part of me believes that real love and passion have to go hand in hand with pain and fighting.”
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“Aren't they a perfect little us?”

”I don't like him. He's insipid. Clearly human.”

”Oo, red paint. We could smear a little on his mouth - blood of the innocent…” She said suggestivey wiggling on his lap.

”That's my girl...” He leaned in to kiss her.
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“It's , an, and there's nothing either one of us can do about it. Like it or not, I'm in your life, you can't just shut me out. I know you'll never love me. I know that I'm a monster. But you treat me like a man, and that's more than I could ever ask for.
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“Whisper in a dead man's ear,
It doesn't make it real.
That's great.
But I don't wanna play.
'Cause being with you touches me
More than I can say.
But since I'm only dead to you
I'm saying stay away And let me rest in peace There's a traitor here beneath my breast
And it hurts me more than you've ever guessed
If my heart could beat, it would break my chest
But I can see you're unimpressed
So leave me be.”
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Buffy Awoke with a start, trembling.
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TBC…If you like it.