Part Two





Dawn watched the mug rotate around in the microwave.



"Three...two...one.... enjoy your meal!" She intoned along with the electronic voice of the machine.



Carefully, she lifted the cup of human blood from the disk, placing it on the tray next to a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and the tall glass of orange juice.



She bounced to the beat in her head as she lifted a single daisy, Buffy’s favourite, from the vase on the windowsill and placed it in a rectangular glass of water. Adding it to the tray she carefully made her way upstairs.



She balanced they tray on a raised knee as she softly knocked on the Slayers door, opening it, "Rise and shine sleepy head!" She murmured softly, moving into the room.



"Dawn?" Buffy's sleepy voice entered the otherwise silent room.



"Yep, look I made you breakfast in bed and everything!" Dawn declared proudly, placing the tray on her sister’s lap once she'd sat up.



"Ahhhh, Dawnie, thanks..." A little tear caught up in her eye.



"Hey don't cry! This was meant to be a good thing - you said you liked them together, right?"



"Right." Buffy smiled, and took a sip of her blood, then a bite of the sandwich.



"Good?" Dawn asked, wide eyed and expectantly.



"Amazing!" She took another sip and laid back, the mug still in her hands. "So, what did you get up to today? First day of summer right? Much delinquency ahead!"



"Definitely! I ate cookies and milk and watched cartoons today...but tomorrow, I'm taking over the world!" Buffy smiled at her sister and took another sandwich-blood mix.



At her sister funny look she grinned sheepishly, "Its good!"



Dawn shook her head, "Still not as weird as Spike-" She cut herself off at the sudden stillness in the Slayer. "God, Buffy I'm sorry, I didn't think-"



"Hey, its okay." Buffy reached out a cool hand to take her sisters.



"Do you really hate him?" Dawn eventually asked after a few minutes of silence.



"No!" Dawn smiled at Buffy’s immediate response, "It's just that...it’s really complicated."



"Don't Buffy. I can totally handle this, and I want you to talk to me." Dawn spoke so earnestly that Buffy couldn't resist her.



"Okay, I get you're Miss Sophisticated these days." Dawn rolled her eyes, but waited patiently for her sister to continue. "I feel him.... you know, inside...I mean not in a sex way but in like…a spiritual way."



"Do you miss him?" Dawn asked, over the glassy look in her sister’s eyes.



"Would it be so wrong if I said yes?" Buffy whispered.



"No, God, no! Hey, I miss him and I don't have the whole spiritual-connection thingy!" They shared a giggle. "He's our friend...right?"



"Right." Buffy murmured after a Moment, then smiled and took another bite of her sandwich, "This is really good, you know!"



"Thanks." Dawn grinned again.



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"Hi."



Her voice wasn't even a whisper. He barely heard her; he wouldn't have had it not been for his supernatural senses. He'd felt her move behind him, knowing instinctively the Moment that she had left the table on the floor below, that she was coming here.



He knew that she could sense him. The same way he could feel her. Every night. Every day. Everywhere.



He turned around slowly, "Hello, pet."



They stared at each other in silence for a second. In the background a heavy pulse thumped around the Bronze.



"Long time no see, sl-."



"I haven't seen you in a-"



They both spoke at the same time, and then stopped as they realized the other was also speaking.



The air was heavy with sex, sweat, and smoke, but still they could discern the other's scent beneath it all.



God…she’d missed him. Endless days and nights without him by her side…her whole being aching for his…



Where had he been?! Why hadn’t he been there for her? She’d needed him – cried for him! And now he’s in the Bronze?! Just ‘hanging out’? She’d been falling apart and he’d just gone about his business like nothing had happened!



Bastard!



"How you been?" Spike was the one to break the tension, though apparently not very well.



"How the fuck do you think I've been?" Buffy growled at him, her eyes flashing dangerously. Her anger peaked at his morose expression. What right did he have to be sad? She was the one who had been left all alone...again.



"I've become what I hate the most, my friends pretend that it doesn't make a difference to them but it does..." She was waving her arms about in angry exclamation. "...And my Sire-" She cut off as she realized what she was about to admit; that she missed him.



No – she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction.



Nearby couples began to edge away from the obviously angry duo, the native Sunnydale-ians knowing from experience that near such an obviously explosive pair wasn't the best place to be.



"And your Sire what, pet?!" Spike growled, conflictingly aroused by the term she'd labelled him with, but pissed off as she made out like she was the only one suffering.



He took slow, predatory steps towards her, backing her into the wall behind them. "What have I done since it happened, hmm? I haven't even bloody well spoken to you till now!"



"Exactly!” Buffy exploded, unable to contain her emotions any longer. He was too close, too powerful – the Sire/Childe pull was too strong.



And she didn’t want to resist.



She couldn’t.



“I always know you're there but you never come to me - you just leave me alone!" Buffy growled at him, glaring up into his angry orbs with tear filled eyes.



"What?" He whispered, standing still. He gazed down at his Childe, feel the pull between them more then ever. Every drop of his essence cried out to comfort her, to guard her, to keep her safe and from hurt.



To make her his once more.



"I...uh...." She stumbled, trying to think back a way to take back her all-too-quickly spoken words.



His eyes flashed with desire and he let out a low growl, watching avidly as it shook through her body.



Make her his…



"What, Buffy?" His voice changed tone, becoming deeper, huskier. He took a step towards her and she instinctively tried to take one back, only to find she had already been backed up against a wall. He leaned into her, resting his weight against one palm.



"Have you missed me, love?" He murmured into her ear, his cool borrowed air tickling her ear.



"No." She denied in a whisper, trying to sound more convinced then she felt; attempting desperately not to close her eyes as she unconsciously leaned into him.



"I think you have..." His words were as liquid as they washed over her. His scent was so intoxicating, her whole being ached to reach out to him, but something held her back.



Her eyes rolled back in her sockets as he continued to speak, his sexy tones hypnotizing her.



"I think about you." He murmured as he raised his other hand, reverently allowing his fingers to draw lazy patterns down her cheek and neck, before resting on the expanse of chest that was exposed to him. "When I wake up.... when I go to sleep.... all bloody night." He finished on a growl, slowly pushing his body into hers.



The Slayer gasped as her body slowly came into contact with every inch of his, moaning as she felt something hard press in to her.



"Buffy?"



"Huh..." Buffy's eyes slammed open.



"Buffy, you up here?"



"Oh God..." She muttered, pushing Spike abruptly away.



She stared shocked into his eyes; unable to look away from those magnetic orbs even though she so desperately wanted to; afraid he'd see too much.



"Buffy! There you are, we were getting worried - though some big bad got a hold of you." Willow said with a smile.



Buffy spun around, his hold broken, to face her friend. She felt, rather than saw him, disappear into the shadows.



She heard him chuckle huskily at the Witch's choice of words, the deep sound setting off a throbbing low within her. "Uh...no, I just thought I saw a vamp up here."



"Okay...you ready to come back down?"



"Yep...sure." Buffy murmured absently taking the lead down the iron staircase as the two girls walked back to the table.



Trying her best to ignore the demon screaming within her…



Screaming for her Sire.



Screaming at her to turn and run in the opposite direction…



The way that he went.



TBC....

AN: RMMS (Reviews Make Me Smile :)