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Love Comes to Town by Soul of the Rose
 
Chapter Thirteen ~ There's Gonna Be a Heartache Tonight
 
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Chapter Thirteen ~ There’s Gonna Be a Heartache Tonight

“ Somebody’s gonna hurt someone, before the night is through.
Somebody’s gonna come undone, there’s nothing we can do.
Everybody wants to touch somebody, if it takes all night.
Everybody wants to take a little chance, make it come out right.
There’s gonna be a heartache tonight, a heartache tonight I know…”

~ The Eagles



Spike prayed fervently for a vamp to show up.

*Just give me a fledgling. I’ll take anything – Come on!*

He felt like he was about to explode – one way or the other. Either his cock was gonna rupture or he was gonna go insane. He wanted her so bloody much, in every possible way. And she could hardly bring herself to look at him. She’d spent the entire patrol 15 feet away and barely speaking to him. It hurt him with a physical pain. To make things worse there had been no demon activity tonight. None.

Not a single vampire. Fyarl. Lei-Ach. Nothin’. And if they’d ever needed a good fight, it was right the fuck now. It seemed like every minute that passed without any action, things got more unbearable. He’d had enough and was about to confront her – ‘cause fightin’ with her was better than this agonizing silence – when she called his name.

“ Spike!”

He turned around just in time to get it full in the face from a Gravitas demon. The brute was a mottled red-purple, standing six feet ten with a fist like an anvil. Spike’s nose hurt like hell, but he couldn’t have been happier. Finally - something he could fight! He vamped out and flung himself at the giant beast. For five full minutes he beat the bloody hell out of it. Bashed and smashed for all he was worth, carefully avoiding it’s sharpened tusks. When he finally wore it down to the ground he snapped its neck with a satisfying crunch. His face was bleeding and his hands were battered – it was a beautiful thing.

Spike grinned with satisfaction and lit up a cigarette. Ah, that was ever so much better. Nothin’ like a good kill to relax a bloke. He stretched his neck out, and checked his body for damage. Blast. His dick was still hard. He sighed, feeling deeply put upon.

*Why am I not surprised?*

But at least he felt better, less …pent up. He could always take care of this little problem later. Lord knows he was used to it by now.

*Wanker.*

He smirked, then turned to see the glare of displeasure on Buffy’s face.

*Oh, hell – what’d I do now?*

“What?”

He asked, unnerved. She just gave him a scowl and walked on.

“ Buffy…”

He called after her, following.

“ How long you gonna give me the silent treatment, Pet?”

She looked back at him, obviously caught off guard.

“ What…? I was not...”

He sighed to himself before elaborating;

“ You’ve said exactly five words to me in the last hour.”

She looked slightly bewildered and gave him a distracted apology.

“ Oh, well. Sorry.”

Spike raised an eyebrow at her.

“ So what is it then?”

Buffy looked genuinely confused.

“ What’s what then?”

Losing patience, he ground out;

“ What. Is. Your. Problem.”

She dismissed him indifferently, walking away.

“ I don’t have a problem, Spike.”

He snorted.

“ No? Then you’re doing a damned fine impression of a woman with a serious stick up her arse.”

Buffy flushed, irritated now.

“ Screw you, Spike.”

“ Alright,” he said casually, “if you think it’ll help.”

He stared idly at the chipped black polish on his nails, a bored expression on his face. Tossing his cigarette he turned to her - eyeing her lewdly.

“ From the looks of it, I’d say you haven’t had a good seeing to in awhile. Maybe that’s your problem right there.”

She rounded on him, hand extended for a slap – but Spike grabbed her wrist, blocking her. He smiled condescendingly, chiding;

“ Now, now Kitten. That’s no way for a lady to act.”

She was absolutely infuriated, and he couldn’t help but enjoy it. It had always been that way between them. And hey, if he couldn’t have fucking, he’d take fighting any day. At least she was talking to him now. Plus she looked bloody gorgeous; chest heaving, face flushed. And he could finally smell her properly. His eyes widened in surprise – no doubt about it, the girl was on FIRE. She was at least as aroused as he was from the scent of her. He licked his lips unconsciously.

*What I wouldn’t give for a taste of that.*

Buffy caught the gesture and pulled her hand out of his grasp, startled. Why did he have to look so sexy when he did that?! She turned away from him, befuddled by the huge conflicted jumble of feelings she was having. She was unspeakably attracted to him, when he was close like this she could hardly stand it. And that was so very many shades of wrong. She checked off the list in her head; He had no soul. She had a boyfriend. He was evil. He was a vampire. And he was gorgeous, and he knew it. He was smug and arrogant, and excruciatingly hot. She felt like bursting into tears. Why was everything so screwed up? Why did she have to feel this way about him? WHY NOT RILEY?? She’d never been so frustrated in her entire life.

Spike grinned impudently, apparently enjoying her torment.

Well, she had just the perfect target for all her frustration, didn’t she? She rounded on him, her face a perfect thundercloud of fury. Her voice was low and deadly.

“ You wanna know what my problem is, Spike?”

He cocked a curious eyebrow at her, feigning a nonchalance he suddenly didn’t feel.

“ You. You are my problem. Your smoking, your helping, your ridiculous hair. Your fucking presence in my life! Everywhere I go, there you are. At my house, at the Magic Box, at the Bronze. I mean what are you even doing anyway?”

His eyes narrowed and he matched her tone with an equally dangerous one of his own.

“ Helping you, you stupid bint.”

She had the gall to look amused at this. Smiling nastily, she mocked him;

“ Oh? And exactly HOW are you helping?”

He sputtered, furious.

“ I help you on patrol, for one thing. Just took out that nasty demon guy five minutes ago if you recall.”

She rolled her eyes at him.

“ I can patrol by myself just fine. And for the record I would’ve taken that guy out in half the time.”

Spike shrugged.

“ I was enjoying m’self, what can I say? Sometimes a fella needs a good bit of violence to set him to rights.”

Buffy seized upon this point;

“ And that’s another thing; the way you enjoy the fighting – it’s just sick.”

He was absolutely incredulous. The level of her denial was unbelievable.

“ Oh, and YOU don’t?!”

She crossed her arms in a self-satisfied manner and said confidently;

“ No, I don’t. It’s my job, Spike. I do it because it needs to be done. End of story.”

He threw up his arms in disbelief.

“ Anyone ever tell you you’re delusional, Summers?”

She glared at him, dander rising.

“ What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Spike smiled knowingly and moved in close to her.

“ It means I know you bloody enjoy it. You like it as much as I do – maybe more.”

Buffy shrugged him off, and slipped away from his looming form – dismissing him and his words at once.

“Another one of your little fantasies I guess.”

He grinned smugly, rising to the challenge.

“ Y’know, Pet – Vampires have an extremely well developed sense of smell.”

She arched a perfect brow at him.

“ Yeah. So? ”

Purposefully not touching her, he leaned in close to whisper;

“ That means I can smell it on you. Every. Time.”

Buffy hissed with shock and moved to pull away, but he whipped an arm out and held her there for a moment. His voice was a low rumble in her ear.

“I know when you like it. I know when you want it.”

He released her roughly and scalded her with a lascivious look, as his eyes seemed to crawl over her entire body.

“Like now for instance.”

Buffy was stunned. She’d never felt so exposed before, as if he’d just walked in on her naked. He circled her, enjoying having the upper hand for a change.

“ Y’know It’s funny, Pet – how you never seem all that excited around your little soldier boy.”

He paused eyeing her with amusement, then leaned in to whisper in her ear;

“ But you always, always are… around me.”

Buffy launched herself at him with raw fury. How dare he talk to her this way! How dare he try to humiliate her, to use something so personal - so intimate – against her! Her first smack connected cleanly to his cheek and sent his head rocking to the side. Spike roared with delight and laughed;

“ That’s my girl!”

This only enraged her further and she backhanded him with her closed fist – sending him stumbling back with a bloody nose. He reacted by laughing harder, then righting himself. She strode forward in full Slayer mode, ready to beat him to death if necessary. Her hand automatically palmed a stake from her jacket. All her lust, confusion and frustration channeled itself into this one moment of violence.

He stood in front of her in a loose fighting stance. He could do little more than block her blows, she knew – yet there he was wearing the cockiest grin ever.

“ I am SO gonna smack that smirk off your face.”

She said menacingly, advancing on him.

He just raised an eyebrow at her, smiling.

“ C’mon, Baby. Give it me good.”



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