Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, may all profits go to Joss Whedon.
AN: This Fanfiction is set at the end of season 5, episode Crush (ep 14), and from there, I have made it how I kind of want/ed it to be.
Vampires and Stakes; Love and Lust
CHAPTER 1 – Just Do It
"Buffy, I love you", said Spike as he kissed his way down the slayer's throat. Suddenly, everything went black, and Spike sat upright, scared to death of the dream. He grunted before he fell back down onto his pillows beside a sleeping Harmony.
Buffy Summers walked around the graveyard with a stake by her side, making virtually no sound, when out of nowhere, Spike jumps out at her. Before she can think, he stake is up and against his chest.
"Spike! Get out of here before I push this through your chest!"
Spike merely looked at her before ripping off his shirt before yelling, "Just bloody do it, Slayer! Then I'll bloody be rid of you, once and for all! At least then I wont – can't – be stuck thinking and drinking about you all bloody day and all bloody night! At least then I'll be able to think!"
Buffy looked at him – shock clearly written on her face, and in her eyes along with a touch of fear. But when she spoke, her voice was clear and steady.
"Get out of here, Spike. Before I do something I'm not supposed to."
The vampire looked at the slayer, and was startled by what he saw. Buffy looked tired, drained, drawn and upset. She looked… human, and vulnerable. So Spike did the only thing he could think of.
He grabbed the stake from her limp hand and pushed it deep into his pocket before he bent and picked the slayer up bridal style in his arms, before starting to jog to Buffy's house.
Buffy, who was too tired to protest, just closed her eyes and leaned her head against his chest and relaxed. She knew that Spike couldn't hurt her because of the chip, and before she knew it, she was fast asleep in the vampires' strong arms.
Spike, meanwhile, was watching the sleeping Buffy, and listening to her heartbeat as he walked up the front steps. He lightly kicked the door and listened as Joyce Summers opened the door for him.
The blonde vampire saw a look of concern, worry and panic pass over the slayers' mother, but before she could ask what happened, Spike was explaining.
"Hi, Joyce, your looking lovely tonight. Buffy's okay – just sleeping. I'm taking over the patrol tonight, and I thought I'd bring her home instead of letting her sleep in the cemetery.'
Joyce smiled and sighed as she stepped aside to allow them in. "Thank-you Spike. After you put her to bed, would you like a cup of tea before you go?"
Spike grinned at the woman before running lightly up the stairs that led to Buffy's room. He heard Joyce in the kitchen, and he quickly flipped the covers on the bed down before gently placing Buffy on the bed, softly brushing some hair out of her face, and pulling the blankets back up, before walking out and closing the door softly behind him, not hearing the mumbled "Spike…"
Two days passed before the vampire and the slayer saw each other again. It was nearing twilight, and Spike was eagerly awaiting for the moment when he could go outside, and get some fresh pigs blood.
Buffy, on the other hand, was walking around and in between the tombstones, waiting for the moment when I vampire would decide to come out and play. The slayer looked around before continuing. She was just about to pass Spike's tomb when the door flow open and the blonde vampire came stalking out.
Buffy whipped around and held her stake forward, before dropping it with a sigh of anger and relief.
"What the hell Spike? I could have killed you!" But the vampire only winked at her before walking off, his black cloak billowing behind him with every step, leaving the blonde slayer staring after him.
Spike, as he walked away from Buffy, was fighting not to look back into the eyes he knew were following him. He wouldn't admit to anyone that something had softened when he saw her, and that she left him slightly breathless. He smirked before continuing his walk down the grass path, away from Buffy.
Buffy was still staring at Spike's back, and stayed there for another five minutes before starting again on her patrol, her thoughts full of the vampire.
Another ten minutes later, Spike had dusted five vamps, and was finally able to continue his walk to the nearest pub.
The Next Day
Buffy groaned as she rolled over and smashed her hand down on her alarm. 6:00 stood blinking at her, glowing red. She lay there another moment before throwing the blankets off and getting up. She dressed in her training clothes, and packed a change for after. Half an hour later, Buffy was entering through the back door of MagicBox and heading to the training gym that Giles had set up for her. She waved to Giles who was waiting with his weapons ready before dropping her bag and getting ready to fight.
Meanwhile, Spike had just arrived at his tomb, just missing the first lights of the day. He huffed as he pulled of his cloak, jeans and shirt before throwing himself down onto his makeshift bed.
3 hours later, Buffy had showered and changed, and was sitting around the circle glass table in the back of the shop with Giles, Xander, Anya, Willow and Tara, when all of a sudden, the door burst open, and was slammed shut again as soon as a figure under a flaming blanket came in.
"Bloody hell, that's hot!" The blanket came off, revealing the blonde vampire. "Bloody hell, fire!" There was a rush as Spike jumped and stamped on the blanket, putting out the small fire.
The vampire then turned and faced the group, and found everyone looking at him with mild to little interest.
"You could've bloody well helped! I came here, in the middle of the day, to help the bloody lot of you!"
Buffy just shrugged before saying, "We didn't ask you to help us. You choose to help us, and if you wanted help, you should have asked." She watched as every emotion was wiped from his face.
"I only came to tell you that there's a nest of 15 – 20 vamps a few blocks away from here. All you need to do it bust open a few windows and BAM! Vamps gone."
Buffy and Xander were on their feet before anyone could say or do anything. Tara, Willow and Anya ran out after them, leaving Giles and Spike alone in the shop.