Broken Glass

Spike had been coming over a lot recently. Almost every other day Dawn had wanted him over, and almost every other day Buffy had to go out patrolling. And why not? There was no way she'd risk getting caught by her sister - and the best way to not be caught with Spike was to not go near him. Not that it was that simple. Practically every night now, when she was sure that Willow and Dawn were asleep, she would climb out her bedroom window and always make her way to Spike's part of the cemetary. He always knew when she was coming. Always ready. Candles would glow, flickering and dancing, not that she really cares. She was only there for one thing. Spike.

In the later hours of the morning, when the first light was beginning to show and she was satisfied for at least another day, she would get up and leave him, knowing that he would wait for her tomorrow.

It was wrong. She didn't need to be told that what she was doing was immoral. She wasn't made of stone - and each night when she left his crypt, seeing the hurt in his eyes would break her just a little bit more, but no matter how mych she wanted to stay, she would always leave. Seeing Spike outside of the physical activities actually hurt her heart now, so she never looked at him. Not at his eyes, anyway. You could never look at Spike's eyes, only into them. If you looked for long enough, you could get lost. Buffy didn't want to get lost. That was why she would always go out patrolling when Dawn asked him round, hoping no one would notice how the Slayer of Sunnydale was scared of one neutered vampire. Dawn did.

"Stay." Dawn insisted one evening. "God, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were avoiding him!"

Unsure if her sister suspected something or wasjust innocently observant, Buffy laughed nervously and agreed to have dinner with her and Spike.

Of course, she never looked at him. She knew he was looking at her - she could feel it, but she was never brave enough to look at him. Occasionally he would say something to her, and she would reply with some snarky comment - a desperate attempt to hide their relationship from Dawn. Of course, Buffy was never good at keeping secrets from her sister.

"What;s going on with you two?" asked the younger Summers after an hour of awkward silences and bitchy remarks.

"What d'ya mean, Niblet?" Spike looked at her with a silent pleading in his eyes. Those eyes. Pleading for what? For her to just forget about it? Or for her to finally get her sister to admit her true feelings for him.

"You two," Dawnie answered, looking back and forth between the two blondes. "You just don't talk, or, or even look at each other!"

Buffy stood up. "I gotta go." She anounced.

"See! And there's that." Dawn stood up too. "What the hell is going on?!"

"Exactly what I'd like to know." Spike mumbled under his breath. Buffy heard.

"You know what? I think it's time for Spike to leave." Buffy looked at him. Into him. "Get out."

"What!?" Dawn and Spike answered together, both as confused as each other.

"GET OUT!" Her screech echoed around the room, causing Dawn to jump with fright.

"Dawn, go to bed."Spike told her, gently, but firmly.

"But -"

"Dawn. Go." He insisted, and sure enough, without any more protests she made her way quickly and quietly to her room. Back downstairs, Buffy glared at him.

"Who the hell do you think you are, telling MY sister what to " Sh" She demanded.

"Did you really want her to stay downstairs?" He questioned.

"That's not the point. Who the hell do you think you are telling my sister what to do?"

"Yeah, well, she's my sister too, isn't she?" Buffy looked confused as he continued. "Who do you think looked after her when you were gone? Who stayed up with her and talked about her problems? Who did she cry with about the fact that her sister was dead!? Dawnie and I both agreed, and now it's final. Dawn's my sister too whether you like it or not."

Buffy was sure that if she had looked into Spike's eyes she would've seen anger, maybe even hurt. The question was, did she care?

"And where was I when everyone decided that you were suddenly part of my family?" She countered, not willing to give up to Spike. Not like this.

"You were dead. And I'm not your family, you little bitch. I'm Dawnie's brother, not yours. Could never hope to dream that you'd let me that close. When I tell Dawn I love her I hear it back. Dawn's the sister that I always wanted. The sister you're lucky to have."

"I don't take her for granted." The slayer insisted. "Or you."

"Bullshit!" Spike walked out of the front door, knowing the slayer was following him. Buffy cut in front of him as he stormed away from the house.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She could feel the tears streaming down her face. Did he care?

"It means coming to me for a fuck every night, leaving as you please, then not even bothering to talk to me is what I call TAKING ME FOR FUCKING GRANTED!" He gave her a sharp push backwards. "Expecting me to except the fact that you don't give a shit about how or what I feel," Push. "Assuming that each night I'm gonna wait for you," Push. "And what I find most amusing?" He grabbed her arms and lifted her up, moving her closer so they could look into each other. "Thinking that I'm gonna take it." He vamped out and threw her backwards. She landed on her back, trying to breath, but finding it increasingly difficult as she was crying too hard. She looked up at him as he stood over her. Who's beneath who now? "Don't come to me again." He growled, before steping over her and walking back to his crypt. Buffy lay on the grass for a minute, trying to comrehend what had happened. Eventually she stood up and made her way back into her house.