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Rebellion by Thianna
 
23 - I Won't Let You
 
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Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox studios. This story is not meant to infringe upon anyone's rights, only to entertain.

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Chapter 23 - I Won't Let You

Spike pushed through the doors and let the familiar scents of alcohol, blood and the pleasant and not so pleasant demon odors fill his nostrils. He wasn’t in any mood to deal with anyone today. On top of that, he wished he didn’t feel so rotten inside. Well, that was why he went to Willy’s right? He surveyed the room quickly, taking a mental note of who was in the bar. If he was going to get shit-faced drunk tonight, he wanted to make sure he could handle the crowd just in case things got a little interesting later that night. He grabbed an empty seat at the bar, taking a spot that wasn’t near anyone.

“Oy Spike! What will it be today?” Willy asked from behind the bar.

“Blood. Two.” He said lifting up two fingers for emphasis. “ And some Jack, leave the sodding bottle.”

“That bad huh?” Willy replied.

“Don’t even ask!”

Willy nodded knowing better than to further aggravate an already aggravated vampire, especially Spike. He quickly filled the order and let the vampire drink in peace.

Spike downed the blood in a few seconds, not even caring that a little bit of it was dribbling down the sides of his mouth. He didn’t care much about anything at the moment. It wasn’t right. He didn’t feel right. Nothing in his bloody unlife made any sense at the moment. He shouldn’t be here, He shouldn’t be wallowing in blood and whiskey. He should be home. With her . With his girl, his Slayer. They should be tumbling between sheets or at least something of that sort. But no, she had to be high and mighty. She had to be a sodding bitch of a the Slayer and tell him what to do. What right did she have to tell him what he could and couldn’t do? He was a vampire! He was the Slayer of Slayers! But he realized there was one thing different between her and the two he had killed. The one thing that was unique in how he had treated them and the blond haired beauty that had decided early on in their relationship to dance with him. He was in love with Buffy. He loved anything and everything about her.

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Buffy sat quietly beside her Mom’s hospital bed. Mrs. Summers had gotten a little bit better. They had moved her into a less critical wing of the hospital and there weren’t as many machines hooked up to her anymore. Buffy was glad she had gotten better, but she was still sleeping and she needed her now more than ever. She wasn’t sure what she was doing, wasn’t sure if it was the best course of action. But it seemed like the only plan that made sense.

... earlier that night ...

Spike was pacing back and forth in Giles' living room, anxious as usual at being cooped up. Giles had said that the four white crystals were typically used in magic to power something up. The question was, what was the blue green gem for? Giles had been pouring over books for almost two hours now and Buffy being curious wanted to help. Spike would rather be out there beating something into a bloody pulp but he didn't want to leave Buffy behind.

After another hour, Giles finally found out that the blue-green gem could, given the right spell, trap a demon inside it. So Buffy thought that that would be the perfect thing to use to defeat Angelus. Giles of course expressed his opinion of being cautious especially since they still didn’t know who gave them the package. But Buffy didn’t seem to really care. She wanted Angelus gone. Then, of course Spike decided to butt in – saying that it was dangerous because for the spell to work, the gem had to be right inside a magic circle powered by the four white crystals.

“There’s no bloody way this is going to work. You know that. Says here the gem has to be inside a magic circle made up of the four white crystals. So what? You’re going to waltz right up to his royal Poofness and tell him hold out your hand, please hold this for me and don’t move?”

“Well … “

“I can hit him, love. Distract him a bit. But with fighting you can’t guarantee that you’ll stay within the circle, assuming it doesn’t get destroyed in a scuffle.”

Buffy bit her lip, lost in thought for a few minutes. “I can keep him there.”

“What do you mean you can keep him there?”

“I said I can keep him within the magic circle long enough for Giles to do some mojo and make the gem work.”

“And how the bloody hell are you going to do that?” Spike said eyeing her. When she didn’t look up to meet his eyes, he somewhat understood what she was thinking off. “Bollocks! You bloody will not! He is not touching you!” he said giving out a threatening growl.

“Well it’s not really your decision to make.”

"I think I have a say in this." Spike argued.

"Not really Spike. This is my job. I'm the Slayer."

“Argh! Are you off your bleeding rocker? First of all," he said raising his index finger for emphasis " ... there is no way I’m letting him touch you." He raised a second finger, "Second, what are you going to do if he becomes violent? Or worse, turn it into something I know you wouldn’t enjoy. And third, if he pulls too much from you, how are you going to get out in a weakened condition?" he said raising up his ring finger. "Too many risks Buffy. I won’t let you do it.”

“Again, not your decision to make!”

"Buffy, will you please listen to reason. Rupert, can you talk some sense into her."


... back in the hospital ...

Buffy let out a sigh recalling how it snowballed from there. Thinking about it now, it sounded petty and stupid. Things came out that she knew she didn’t really mean but he was just as much at fault as she was.

“Mom?” Buffy spoke softly, reaching out a hand to clasp against her mother’s unmoving one. “I wish you were here. I’m sorry for every bad little thing I’ve done and said. I know I’m not the greatest daughter around. This thing I’m going to do … this thing I've decided to do, I know it’s risky. Heck what I do every night is risky, right? But I’ll make him pay, Mom. I’ll make him pay for taking you away from me. He'll pay Mom for keeping us apart.”

Buffy stood up, then leaned over and planted a kiss on her mother’s forehead. “ I love you Mom. Please wake up soon. I miss you so much.” With one more look and a gentle squeeze of the hand, Buffy then left the room and out the hospital. “I miss you so much Mom. Please wake up… and hopefully I’ll still be here when you do.


 
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