Chapter 6

Spike waited outside of Sunnydale High the next day, smiling when he finally saw Buffy walk out of the school. His smile quickly faded when he saw that she wasn’t alone. A dark haired boy was walking with her, laughing at something she said. Buffy waved at him and headed in Spike’s direction, he noticed when she saw him by the way her eyes widened.

“What are you doing here? And during the day? Something is very wrong with this picture.”

He ignored her question. “Who was your friend?”

She rolled her eyes, detecting the hint of jealousy in his voice. “That was just Xander, and don’t change the subject. How are you not bursting into flames right now?”

He pulled her away from the school, so they could have some privacy. “This is why I left Elizabeth all those years ago. I heard of a gem that would make the wearer invincible. And for vampires, able to walk in the sun. I knew how much she always wanted to go out with me during the day, and it killed me that I couldn’t give it to her. So, this was going to be my surprise for her. I guess it’s your surprise now.”

“Gee, don’t sound so happy about it. You never told her why you left?”

Spike shook his head. “I didn’t want to get her hopes up, incase I couldn’t find it. I just didn’t know I would have been gone for so bloody long.”

“What does this gem look like?” she wondered.

“It could be made to look like anything. Most that are able to possess it would wear it on their finger, but that would have been too risky for me. Anyone could easily take it off, so I had it implanted up here,” he explained, tapping his head. “Be kinda hard to remove it now.”

Buffy scrunched up her nose. “You had it put inside your head? God, that is so demented. So, wait, you can’t be killed at all? Those times you looked afraid when I got a little too stake happy, you were just teasing me? When were you going to tell me about this?”

He shrugged. “I’m telling you now.”

Buffy didn’t know what to say to that, thinking back on their previous conversation. “Is this because of what I said about needing someone to take me out in the daylight?”

Spike avoided her gaze, suddenly finding a pebble on the ground to be very interesting.

Buffy forced him to look back at her. “Spike, you know this doesn’t change anything, right? It’s very sweet that you wanted to do this for my mother and yeah, I’m also flattered that you would trust me with it, but nothing can happen with us. You understand that, don’t you? I mean, you have to realize how weird this whole thing is for me. It should be the same for you. Admit it, if I didn’t look like her, you wouldn’t be very interested in me.”

He took her hand in his. “That’s not true. You could be covered in slime and I would still think you’re beautiful, whether you had her face or not. It’s more about what’s inside that I’m attracted to. I’ve never known anyone like you before.”

She blushed and turned away from him. “I’m not that different from her.”

“No, you are. I’ve always seen it.” He cupped her cheek. “And now seeing you in the daylight, I’m glad I didn’t get a chance to miss this.”

Buffy stepped away from him. “But it was meant for her, not me.”

Anything else he would have said was cut off by the arrival of another dark haired boy.

“Hey, Buffy, do you have the notes from English class today? I kinda spaced again.”

She looked away from him and focused on Scott. “Sure, I’ll get them for you.” Buffy turned back to Spike one more time. “I’ll see you later, okay?” She walked away, without bothering to wait for a response.

Spike watched her go, growling when he saw that boy put his arm around her. He gazed up at the bright sun, suddenly wishing that he would burst into flames. That would probably be less painful.

“You don’t go here, do you?”

Spike was pulled out of his reverie, gazing at the young girl that spoke. “No, I’m just visiting.”

She beamed up at him. “Oh, do you go to college? The guys at this school are so totally lame. You should come to the Bronze with me tonight; it’s the only real cool place in Sunnydale.”

Spike thought about it, giving her a smile. “I’d love to, pet.”

If it was possible, her grin got even wider. “Great, I’ll meet you there around seven. My name’s Harmony, by the way. What’s yours?”

“Spike,” he said, causing her to giggle.

“I bet I can guess why they call you that,” she claimed, glancing down at his crotch. “I’ll see you tonight, Spikey.”

He let out a sigh as she walked away, wondering just what he got himself into.


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Buffy entered the Bronze with Scott later that night. She hadn’t seen Spike since he showed up at her school, and just hoped that he was okay. She sat down at a nearby table, while Scott went to get them some drinks. It was her first time actually going out with someone other than Willow and Xander, but realized that she would much rather be there with her friends. Scott was a nice enough guy, but a bit on the dull side. She hardly even knew what to say to him. Buffy glanced around the club to keep herself occupied. Her jaw dropped when she noticed Spike out there, dancing seductively with Harmony Kendall. Well, he was obviously doing just fine. She saw red when that bimbo placed her hands on his ass, noticing that he did nothing to stop her. When Scott finally arrived back at the table, she grabbed his hand and headed out to the dance floor. Buffy didn’t even know what she was doing, but didn’t give much thought to her actions as she wrapped her arms around Scott and moved to the music.


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Spike was stunned to see Buffy there that night. Although, a part of him was hoping she would show, but he didn’t count on her being with that pillock. He suddenly wanted to get Harmony away from him, until he saw just how close Buffy was dancing with the other boy. She was practically dry humping him. Spike turned away from the pair and pulled Harmony closer, but it wasn’t long before he focused back on Buffy. He finally had enough and pushed Harmony away, marching over to the couple and grabbing Buffy’s arm. He pulled her out of the club, without even paying attention to her protests. Spike let her go once they were outside, and she did not look pleased.

“What the hell are you doing?”

He glared at her. “What am I doing? What the fuck are you doing?”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “It’s called dancing. Come on, I know you’re not that old.”

Spike moved closer to her. “Don’t start with me, little girl. That was more like having sex than dancing. What would your mother think if she saw you acting like a tramp tonight?”

Buffy couldn’t believe he just said that to her, tears stinging her eyes. “What gives you the right to think you have any say in my life? If anyone is a tramp, it’s that slut you were all over. You don’t know anything about my mother, so don’t give me that shit.”

Spike knew that when he was pissed off, he should just walk away, but it was too late for that. “I knew her more than you did.”

That was the last straw. Buffy pulled back her fist and punched him right in the face, too angered to care much about anything else.

Spike fell to the ground, staring up at her in shock, but knowing he deserved it. “Buffy,” he started, but was cut off.

“I don’t want to hear anything else you have to say. Just stay the hell away from me,” and with that, she turned and ran in the other direction.

Spike let her go, running his fingers through his hair. He couldn’t believe the way he acted with her, but knew that he had to make things right. Spike just hoped that she would let him.