A/N: I don't know what to add to this story. It's getting harder and harder to update it.
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sorry for the delays. im a bad bad girl. shun me.
By the way, Lawrence Peter's Institution for specifically obsessive individuals is strictly fictional. I created it spare of the moment.
She heard heavy breathing. Smiling softly, she told herself it must be Spike.
The breathing began to get faster, and she squeezed her eyes closed, trying to fall back asleep, without much success.
She wriggled backwards into the mattress, trying to find her lovers body to comfort her, a property his breathing was currently unsuccessful in achieving.
Her eyes snapped open, when she realised two things. Spike's simple shallow breathing normally comforted her. And as she reached the edge of the bed... she realised. Spike wasn't in the room.
But someone else was.
A scream. One that you heard in all classic horror movies. Spike stood faster than he ever had before, reacting with the keen senses of a bear, or a dog, or something even more... supernatural.
The scream he had heard, was so petrified, so full of absolute terror, that it brought him the adrenaline and speed to sprint up the stairs, and make it into Buffy's bedroom without any thoughts filling his mind but the task of ensuring her safety.
When he got to her room, he noticed her. Naked as the day she was born, beating the shit out of a tall man.
It took him a moment to comprehend, but as soon as he realised the similar state of the man in her room, he roared and tore the man away from Buffy, knocking him out with a simple punch, which was backed by more strength than Spike ever thought he could muster.
Crouching beside the man, and panting heavily, Spike tried to identify him.
"Thank you," Buffy whimpered, from the other side of the room, where she had slid down the wall and curled herself into a ball. "I didn't know what else to do..."
Sparing the unconscious man one last hateful glare, Spike made his way over to Buffy, and pulled her into his arms, rocking her back and forth on his lap, voicing none of his questions.
She began to sob into his chest, accepting his embrace.
"You did the right thing, princess," he muttered, "My girl..."
Protectively, he picked her up and walked her out of the room, making his way down the stairs, where he lay her on the couch.
"I have to call the police, Buffy," he whispered to her, trying to detatch himself from her arms.
"No, no, no, no," she sobbed repetitively. "Please, no, don't leave me, please."
He didn't understand. Why was she so hysterical?
But he knew better than to leave her. He knew that she may have known the man. There had to be more to it than a guy being in her room at midnight.
Sirens blared through the night, and two policemen knocked at the door of the Summers' home.
Spike let them in, and led them upstairs, where Warren Meers lay, with a rather broken nose, and fractured wrist.
Buffy pulled the blanket a little tighter around her at the sympathetic look of Officer Patterson, and ducked her head.
Warren had stalked Buffy to the point that she'd changed her number, and moved houses. At one point, he had aimed a gun at her, shooting two careless shots before running off, fortunately harming no-one but the pot plant in her L.A home.
Her mom had made sure to get an restraint against Warren, which restrained him from coming within fifty feet of her.
But it seemed that Warren had found her. Again.
With a shudder, Buffy stood, forcing a hard look on her face as Warren was escorted down the stairs and out of the house.
His hands were cuffed behind his back, and both officers were pushing him from the Summers' residence.
With a nod to Spike and a short apology to Buffy, Officer Patterson took Warren outside to his car.
Buffy looked up at Officer Stevens, who told her Warren was to be placed in Lawrence Peters, which was a prison for obsessive individuals, such as Warren, who found it particularly entertaining to terrify young men or women.
"At Lawrence Peter's, I guarantee you we will get Mr. Meers the help he needs," Officer Stevens told her softly, before heading outside to the car.
Spike headed down the stairs to close the door, then to Buffy, who he hugged reassuringly.
"Buffy, why didn't you tell me about Warren?" he asked, pressing a kiss against her temple.
"Honestly?" she whispered. "I was afraid... that if I mentioned him... if I thought of him... he'd be back." A deep shaky breath before she added, "Guess I was wrong. It happened anyway, huh?"
He pulled her tightly to him and stood silently for a moment, before mumbling closely to her ear. "I love you, Buffy. I really do. You can tell me absolutely anything, and I'll protect you, I'll support you, I'll follow you. We're only young, but already I'm drowning in you Summers... and I don't wanna stop."
Leaning up to capture his lips, she gazed into his eyes.
"At least I know that now?"
He nodded, "Yeah..."
With a giggle, she pulled away. "I'll race you to the bed."
He grinned widely. Chasing her as she sprinted away from him, up the stairs.
At the top she let the blanket she had previously clutched around her naked form drop, and bared herself to him.
"Mr Giles, Ravish me!" she laughed throwing her head back and posing seductively.
The last thought going through her mind as she was carried to the bedroom by Spike, was warning her to make sure he knew how much he meant to her. Because she wanted forever with him.
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