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WHO: Spike & Buffy Summers
WHERE: the cemetery duh
WHEN: Thurs Jun 9 after sunset.
WARNINGS: violence and potential sadfaces forever....
SUMMARY: Buffy finds out Spike no longer has his chip and is majorly not okay with it.
FORMAT: prose okay
She's on a mission and its first name is revenge. Not her revenge. Her days of Spike revenge are long over. She could care less about him, really. Even to herself it sounds weak. And yet here she is, hovering in front of his crypt like a total creep. Buffy knows it's the right thing to do. That vampires who kill people are definitely of the bad and deserve the staking. Why should this be any different?
Because it's Spike, echoes through her head, but she can't pay any attention. He's the only vampire on this world that's hers. That she has slaying rights to. And if she's not a slayer then what the heck is she? The city is full of confusing thoughts and things she never wanted to decide. What she had naively thought would be a vacation from worldly responsibilities turned out to be exactly the opposite. She's responsibility girl and this stony determination face is her mask.
That's enough stalling, and she takes a deep breath. She doesn't have Will or Xand or even Dawn to stop her, or to help her, or to tell her she's doing the right thing. She would kill to have Giles for just one minute. He hates Spike more than anyone, but even he had Spike memories that weren't all of the terrible and kill. She's not the slayer, she's just a little girl who needs a direction.
The longer she stands out here, the colder she gets, wrapping her arms around herself and staring up at his door. It's not so much taller than her, and she tries to remember if Spike has to duck to go in and out. --Bad thoughts, Buffy. Bad. That won't help. Suddenly, possessed, she raises her hand and knocks once, twice; three times, hiding a stake so cleverly behind her back.
WHERE: the cemetery duh
WHEN: Thurs Jun 9 after sunset.
WARNINGS: violence and potential sadfaces forever....
SUMMARY: Buffy finds out Spike no longer has his chip and is majorly not okay with it.
FORMAT: prose okay
She's on a mission and its first name is revenge. Not her revenge. Her days of Spike revenge are long over. She could care less about him, really. Even to herself it sounds weak. And yet here she is, hovering in front of his crypt like a total creep. Buffy knows it's the right thing to do. That vampires who kill people are definitely of the bad and deserve the staking. Why should this be any different?
Because it's Spike, echoes through her head, but she can't pay any attention. He's the only vampire on this world that's hers. That she has slaying rights to. And if she's not a slayer then what the heck is she? The city is full of confusing thoughts and things she never wanted to decide. What she had naively thought would be a vacation from worldly responsibilities turned out to be exactly the opposite. She's responsibility girl and this stony determination face is her mask.
That's enough stalling, and she takes a deep breath. She doesn't have Will or Xand or even Dawn to stop her, or to help her, or to tell her she's doing the right thing. She would kill to have Giles for just one minute. He hates Spike more than anyone, but even he had Spike memories that weren't all of the terrible and kill. She's not the slayer, she's just a little girl who needs a direction.
The longer she stands out here, the colder she gets, wrapping her arms around herself and staring up at his door. It's not so much taller than her, and she tries to remember if Spike has to duck to go in and out. --Bad thoughts, Buffy. Bad. That won't help. Suddenly, possessed, she raises her hand and knocks once, twice; three times, hiding a stake so cleverly behind her back.