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Disclaimer: All BtVS characters and Concepts belong to Joss Whedon, Warner Bros., and Mutant Enemy (AKA the Meanies). I Intend No Copyright infringement this is A Non-Profit Work of Fan Art so please don’t sue.
Author's Notes: (Text in these denotes thoughts)
Buffy awoke with a start she rolled over and hit the alarm clock. She looked over at the clock now dented (one of the perils of being a slayer) she thought jokingly. The clock read eight thirty. The slayer groaned, and pushed out of bed. She striped off her close and moved to the shower thinking she was forgetting something. She shrugged it off and continued on with her normal routine. After drying off and getting dressed in a comfortable pair of slacks and black T-shirt. She went down stairs to make herself breakfast. After her second piece of toast the nagging feeling came back in full force. She sighed and poured the rest of her coffee down the sink. She went over to the fridge and looked at the list her mother had given her before she left. Nothing to do day then normally she would be happy but now she was just bored. (All her friends were away, Giles was busy, Angel) She shook her head (now is not the time to think about him) she admonished herself.
She finished washing the dishes. And went into the living room. She saw a black duster lying on the couch and it all came back to her. Spike, the cemetery, him begging her to kill him, him morning Drusilla in her arms after she had brought him home. She remembered the curse the Chaos demon had placed on him no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t kill a human. Ohh he had tried and he could hurt them but something always stopped him before he could do any real damage. (I suppose it would be a horrible punishment for a demon like spike to have it in his power but unable to reach it). And she knows what it was like all those months of look but don’t touch with Angel. Buffy dropped the duster and practically ran to the basement door. She slowly opened the door and peeked inside the he was on the small cot where she put him after he fall asleep in her arms last night. She crept down the stairs careful not to wake the sleeping vampire. He was laying half on half off the cot, his hair tousle from sleep, his face still stained with the blood red tears of the night before, and his bear chest still bearing the scares of the battle with the chaos demon. Buffy was tempted to wake him just to have some one to talk to but she knew from experience waking a vampire up before late afternoon was not healthy. She quickly wrote a note and place on his chest.
It read:
Spike,
Gone out to get you some blood at Willie’s.
Be back later.
Buffy.
P.S. don’t eat one who comes to the door
The slayer walked into the dim lights of Willie’s. the thick smoke and rank smell of the place assaulted her nostrils.
"Well if it isn’t my favorite slayer look boy’s it’s the Slayer," said Willie and most of the bar got up and headed out to the back room.
"So what can I do for you today slayer?" he said flinging the bar towel over his shoulder.
"I need 3 bag of blood. Good blood." she said pointedly taking a seat at the bar. "and a Coke" she added.
Willie pulled out a can of coke from behind the bar and poured her a glass "So what's with the blood I thought Angel took off to LA" he said with an Arched Eyebrow.
Buffy took a sip and put the glass down "he has it’s for a friend sort of" she finished with a quizzical look on her face; (when did Spike become a friend) she asked herself (when you let him cry himself to sleep in your arms) she answered.
Willie smiled at the young woman understandingly and went to get the blood out of the freezer.
"how much to I owe you?" she asked when he returned.
He handed over the brown bag and said "tell spike it’s on his account" he laughed at her shocked look "some Vamp’s saw you lugging him home last night" Buffy blushed a deep shade of red. Willie’s mood turned serious "tell him I’m sorry about Dru." Buffy nodded and left with a newfound respect for the little man behind the counter.
As She Pushed the front door open. She cried out "Honey I’m Home: and giggled (must be those three bottles of jolt I had a mall, caffeine what a wonderful invention) she moved in to the kitchen and looked at the time two thirty. She put the bags on the counter and placed the blood in the fridge. Just them spike came out of the basement still half-asleep and walked straight past the kitchen window. Buffy gasped when nothing happened no smoke, no fire, nothing. Spike spun around when he heard her gasp and smile at her with that stupid grin of his.
All she managed to crook out was "How"
"'The Bloody Chaos demon curse’ had several benefits luv one is I’m not effected by sunlight." He said like it was nothing (but then it was nothing what point is being able to see the sun rise if the only person you want to see it with is dead) "you get my note" she asked changing the subject. "Yeah how much did that little toad over charge you?" he asked siting in of the bar stoles. "Nothing he put it on your account" she said with a raised eyebrow "since when do you drink bagged blood?" "It wasn’t for me" he said defensively "when Dru an’ me first got ‘ere I took to force feeding her. It’s so much easier then trying to shove a human down her neck" he said with a sad smile "hang on how did Willie know I was back in town" he growled at her. "Hay it’s not my fault a Vamp saw me carting your dead ass back here last night" she said defensively. Spike groaned and banged his head on the counter. Buffy laughed.