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Jun 08, 2011 19:12

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

( you're my perfect little punching bag )

† spike | n/a, † buffy summers | the slayer

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notquiteidol June 9 2011, 00:10:42 UTC

Spike knew he'd made enemies in the city, but they weren't the sort he had ever worried about back home. A couple of angry family members - even the kinds with powers - weren't much compared to demons and witches. But the actual killing part was different and even after, when he'd had no soul and no chip, just the demon in his head, there had been a sick, nauseous feeling that he hadn't done the right thing ( ... )

slayerpreferred June 9 2011, 00:35:15 UTC

She doesn't move, rooted to the spot and not just because it will give away her purpose. "Spike," she greets, her voice tinny and weak even to her ears. Her gaze is stony as it meets his, and the question in his eyes only echoes along the empty corridors of her head, no answer there for him to see. But she's here for a singular purpose, and she can worry about the consequences with herself later. She knows this is the right thing, even if all it does is make her sick ( ... )

notquiteidol June 13 2011, 16:00:31 UTC

He notices it immediately, gaze going from curious to suspicious in an instant. There was something very wrong about the way she was acting and it isn't going to be anything fun. It takes him a moment before he recognizes the look in her eyes. She's not so much Buffy as she is the Slayer now.

But by then, it's was a little too late, reflexes far too slow to avoid the kick that does exactly what she intended it to do. Unfortunately, there's no extra strength to prevent his bones from breaking and he hits the wall with groan, eyes squeezed shut in pain, trying to suck in a breath.

Gritting his teeth, he cracked open one eye to see how far into the crypt she had gotten.

"Waste of effort trying to do that, love. Someone's already done the work for you," he winced, trying to push himself into a more comfortable position and failing rather well at it.

slayerpreferred June 14 2011, 02:54:22 UTC

Inches away from him in less than a second, she's grabbing the front of his shirt, letting anger guide her. But his words don't make sense, and truthfully, she doesn't want to process them. Curling her fist around the stake, she slams it into his nose, tilting her head to the side like the Buffybot; illustrating how far gone she is. "I didn't quite get that. Speak up, will you?"

Her nostrils flare as her eyes rake over him. A man she had trusted, who had begrudgingly become something like a friend to her, albeit reluctantly. And now they stood here, the way she'd always known they would stand some day. All that really mattered was causing him pain, and doing her Slayer duty.

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