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CHAPTER 4: Three little words

A movement on the screen. Blonde hair, petite body. Buffy. She walked to the end of the bed where Spike was laying naked under the white cotton sheet. He was asleep, completely oblivious to her presence in the crypt.

Xander didn’t even wonder what she was up to. He had seen enough over the past couple of weeks to know. Though he couldn’t stop himself from hoping that maybe she was there to apologize for the way she had treated Spike the night before. But it was very unlikely.

He watched as she slowly stripped off all her clothes. She stood there, naked, silently looking at Spike. Xander couldn’t see her face because she was facing away from the camera. He wished there was another camera so he could see the expression on her face.

After a few moments, she finally moved, crawling carefully over Spike’s body. She had almost reached his head when he suddenly grabbed her and flipped them over. Buffy was now sprawled on her back with Spike looming over her. They maintained eye contact for a few seconds before he finally spoke.

“What do you want, Buffy?”

She laughed. “What do you think?”

“What. Do. You. Want from me?”

She smiled mockingly up at him, batting her eyelashes, looking love-struck. “I thought we could go for a romantic walk on the beach, hand in hand, under the sun. Maybe talk about what our kids will look like and making plans for our wedding…” She snorted. “What do you think I want, Spike?”

“Yeah, well, since you turned into the Great Queen of Sarcasm this lovely morning, I’ll have to guess. Lets see--you seem to think the only thing I’m good for is to shag your brains out, so I’ll just assume that’s what you’re after. Am I right?”

Buffy pouted. “What else?”

“Right then. Service the girl.” He said through clench teeth. “All I‘m bloody good for.”

Spike roughly crushed his lips to Buffy’s in a bruising kiss. He shoved her legs apart and positioned his body between her thighs, brutally entering her in one trust. She cried out, but instead of telling him to stop like Xander was expecting, she just brought his head back down to her and resumed the hard kiss.

It was the furthest thing from love making he had ever witnessed. It wasn’t even sex. It was fucking. Like only a Slayer and a vampire could do without internal injuries. Spike was slamming his cock into her so hard and so fast that Buffy couldn’t make a sound. Her body was backing up with each trust of his strong hips, pulling the sheets along with her. She finally had to put her hands up and brace herself against the headboard to avoid breaking her neck on it.

Everything had happened so fast that Xander hadn’t even had a chance to react. He couldn’t do anything but look, too shocked to be aroused. He sat motionless in his chair, hands on the keyboard, almost afraid to blink. The blonde couple’s sex life was usually on the rough side, but normally, it was Buffy’s doing and Spike going along. Xander had never seen Spike this mad before. Not that his anger wasn’t justified after the way she had been acting lately, what she said the night before, and her cruel comments a moment ago. Buffy’s behavior had gotten worse and worse instead of improving. He really couldn’t blame the vampire for having enough of her shit, but still couldn’t help cringing and be a little afraid for Buffy’s well being. It was easy to forget sometimes, but Spike was a soulless demon. Who knew what he would do if pushed too far. His chip didn’t work on Buffy anymore.

Spike grabbed Buffy’s legs and hooked them over his shoulders. She was now half moaning, half sobbing, and it was hard to tell if it was from pain or pleasure. Xander had his answer about Spike at that moment. The blonde vampire stopped.

“Am I hurting you?” His voice sounded harsh, but the intention was there.

“No! Don’t stop!”

He resumed pounding her pussy with renewed vigor. It didn’t take long before she came with a loud shout, her entire body convulsing. Spike didn’t.

He pulled out of her, and said three words Xander never thought he’d hear coming out of the vampire’s lips.

“I hate you.”

Shock, then pain, crossed Buffy’s features. She pushed him off of her and rolled on her side, covering herself with the sheets.

Xander was shocked and saddened as he watched the drama unfold. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen.

He watched with a sense of doom as Spike got out of bed and put on his jeans. He picked Buffy’s clothes off the floor and threw them at her.

“Here are your clothes. That should speed up your ‘run from Spike’s bed’ routine. Get dressed and leave. You got what you came here for.” And on those words, he went up to the upper level of the crypt.

“Spike…” She murmured, her eyes shining with unshed tears. But he wasn’t there anymore to hear her soft plea.

Xander quickly opened another window to see what he was doing up there, while still watching Buffy.

Buffy sat on the edge of the bed and cried while putting on her clothes.

Spike went to his mini fridge to get a bottle of Vodka, then sat in his armchair.

Soon, Buffy pulled herself back together. She wiped furiously at her eyes, then made her way to the upper level as well.

Xander closed the window that gave him the image of the lower level so he could make the other window full screen and focus on what was going on.

Buffy walked slowly passed Spike, not looking at him. She went to the door.

Spike finally opened his mouth. His voice was hoarse from the crying he was trying not to do.

“I didn’t mean it. You know I didn’t. But I don’t get why you don’t just buy yourself a bloody vibrator instead of torturing me like that. Batteries don’t complain. You’d probably be better off. I obviously can’t do anything more for you so why bother with me.”

Buffy paused by the door, her hand on the knob, her head low.

“I’m sorry my issues are such an inconvenience to you, Spike.”

She said it softly, her voice laced with pain. Then, without another word, she was gone.

Spike broke down.





I’m only pretty sure that I can’t take anymore
Before you take a swing
I wonder what are we fighting for
When I say out loud
I wanna get out of this
I wonder is there anything
I’m gonna miss…





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