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Juliatheyounger
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy et al own these characters
Summary: Sequel to Hot Chocolate…Marshmallows (of course). Not only is Buffy going out with Spike but now she's got Armageddon to deal with as well.
Rating: R (I expect)
Spoilers: Season 5
Feedback: Yes please (with sugar on top?)
Distribution: If anyone wants it then, yes, please! But let me know so I can feel all flattered.
Author's note: Yup I've done it, started the Hot Chocolate sequel (yeah as if I could leave it there, we haven't even dealt with the chip or Angel yet!) mwhahahahaha… Let more pointless crap ensue!
For those who came in late and can't be bothered to read Hot Chocolate…
Buffy has finally admitted to Spike that she loves him after quite a bit of sex and a fight or two. Buffy has told the Scooby Gang she is seeing the blonde undead one. Xander has accidentally walked in on Buffy and Spike during a rather inopportune moment and Willow and Tara, not knowing Spike and Buffy were sort of seeing each other, asked him to be the…er…three in a threesome. Giles thinks they are just going on a date.
Oh yeah and there was stuff about demons and crap.
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"Oh no, Spike, no, please tell me you didn't -"
"Buffy, love, calm down, please, listen to me-"
Buffy backed away, horror on her face. "No, Spike, no." Her face was filled with disgust.
Spike felt his stomach twisting into knots and his heart sinking as the situation slipped out of his control.
"Love, please this doesn't change anything-"
"Spike you have to go." Her voice became more determined.
"Buffy-"
"Now Spike. I don't want to stake you. Leave now." Her voice was very calm and terribly quiet. She was not going to make the same mistake twice.
"Buffy, I didn't want this, you've got to understand, he zapped me with a bleeding remote control-" Spike stepped towards her again.
"Go now, leave town and do not EVER come back."
"No, Buffy, not until you listen to me." Spike gripped her shoulders.
Buffy couldn't listen her mind had shut down, everything bad she'd imagined was happening.
"Spike, " she said in a deathly quiet voice. "There is nothing you could say that would make me change my mind."
Spike stared at her. "I love you Buffy," he said firmly.
"You have one minute Spike, then I stake you. Go now."
"Buffy! Don't be bloody ridiculous pet, can't we talk about this like grown-ups?"
"50 seconds Spike. And I am being grown-up. I won't make the same mistake again."
"Bloody Angel, this is what this is about. Bloody, sodding, fuckwit Angelus!"
"I love you Spike, don't make me kill you." Buffy felt like crying but she had to hold firm.
"Then don't do this Buffy, please. Pet, I can't do this by myself-"
Buffy punched him.
"I said, go!"
Spike growled and in a second Buffy was pinned against the fridge. His eyes flashed yellow.
"No, not until we talk about this like adults."
Buffy kneed him in the gut and flipped him onto his back. In a second she was on him, stake over his heart.
"If I see you hurt a human, if I hear you've hurt a human, I will kill you. Leave town Spike. This is over."
Spike couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Buffy?"
"It. Is. Over. Spike. This should never have happened. There can never be an us."
In a second she was flung off him. He glared at her, hurt beyond reason.
"Soldier Boy was right," he spat. "You deserve this." And he turned on his heel and left.
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Spike slammed the door of his crypt, hard. Bitch. Fucking bitch. Spike clenched his fists and growled in frustration. After…after everything! After…three weeks. Three weeks. The stuff they'd shared….Last night even…She'd told him she loved him not twelve hours ago. Not twelve hours ago she was in his arms and she was sodding tell him she loved him. Cold hearted bitch. Spike didn't know what hurt more, Buffy rejecting him or Buffy not listening to him. Buffy not trusting him. Buffy throwing the intense togetherness of the last three weeks back in his face.
Spike kicked a box of stuff. Fine. She'd dumped him. Fine. Ok. Well. He didn't need her. He didn't need her and her sodding Scooby pals. He didn't have the chip now. He could go back to normal now. Yeah. He was back. He'd get a vampire gang and they'd have sodding fun. Yeah. He was the Big Bad. Fucking bitch dumped him, time to go back to the people who really cared. That's what she fucking expected anyway. Well he fucking would then.
First he'd have a drink.
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Buffy sank down onto the kitchen floor. She felt numb. She didn't want to think. That had been the right thing to do. It had to be done.
"What happened?"
Dawn.
Buffy looked up blankly at her sister. "Huh?"
"I heard you and Spike fighting. What happened?"
"The chip. He doesn't have the chip."
"Oh no! Is he ok? What happened?"
Responsibility. Buffy let the Slayer do the thinking. In a moment she was on her feet, hands holding Dawn by the upper arms, looking at her sister intensely.
"Dawn listen to me. This is very important. Do not let Spike in the house. Do not go near him. DO NOT go and see him. Do you understand me?"
Dawn flinched away from her sister and frowned. "Yeah. God, way to over-react Buffy."
"I am not over-reacting. Spike is dangerous now. There's nothing holding him back."
"Yeah, not now you've dumped him."
Dawn turned and walked out of the room.
Buffy felt sick.
The phone started ringing but Buffy didn't move to answer it.
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Spike wove through the crowd at the Bronze.
Could eat you. Could eat you. I could rip your fucking throat out, he thought as he jostled against people. No, not people. Humans. Dinner. He stopped at the bar and ordered a bourbon. Could eat the bartender. 'Cept this one was generous with the nips. A few seats down, an old guy, probably about forty, not the usual demographic for the Bronze sat nursing a drink. Could eat him, get nicely pissed with it. Don't look like he'd mind either. Spike decided against it, blood would probably be pickled. He turned to look back at the crowd of ripe nubile young things. Yeah, tasty, thought Spike. And he ordered another drink.
Thus fortified, he stepped onto the dance floor, singling out a pretty little thing, plump and firm. Ripe.
He danced with her, slowly moving her away from the herd. She felt flattered by the attention. He was good looking, in a dangerous kind of way. Hot. Cute ass. And those eyes. They smouldered. The girl didn't usually use words like smouldered, not even in her thoughts. Tonight she did.
Then he spoke and the accent gave her tingles.
"What's your name love?" he whispered in her ear.
"Cindy," she had to yell so he could hear her, above the noise of the crowd.
Spike looked her over hungrily. It had been so long. Blood was pounding through the chit's veins, and in that good, aroused way. Not that the fear way didn't have its own particular appealing taste either. But tonight he wanted desire.
"You're very beautiful Cindy."
She blushed prettily. Spike cocked his head, fascinated, all that pretty blood. Pretty ripe cheeks. He could bite those cheeks like juicy peaches.
They were in a corner now, dark, beside the stage.
"How old are you love?" he purred, pressing her against the wall. He trailed his hands through her hair, letting it slip like silk between his fingers. He could hear her pulse and practically smell her blood. Warm, alive.
"Eighteen," the girl said, eyes wide, innocent, flattered by this attention, nervous but in a good way. Her heart raced. Wanting…she didn't know what.
"Naughty, don't lie."
More pretty blushes.
"I…I'm sixteen."
Sixteen, two years older than the Nibblet.
Spike stopped. Not sure where that thought came from. But she was tasty looking. Young and delicious. This was what the Slayer expected wasn't it? And you've always got to meet a lady's expectations.
"Did you say your name was Cindy love?"
She nodded.
Spike frowned. Didn't Lil' Bit have a friend called Cindy. Not this girl. Too old. But it could be.
"Go to Sunnydale High?"
Another nod.
Cindy looked up and he was gone.
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"Buffy it's for you. It's Giles."
"Tell him I'll call him back later."
"He said it's urgent."
Buffy growled inwardly. "Fine."
"What is it," she almost snapped.
"Buffy? Are you all right? Dawn said-"
"Spike lost the chip." Buffy's voice was calm and flat.
"Oh dear lord," said Giles. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm just super."
"I take it Spike is still among the unliving?"
"As long as he doesn't come near me or I find out he's been feeding. I told him to leave town."
"Oh."
"Oh? What do you mean oh?"
"Nothing. You did the right thing," Giles said a little too quickly.
"You think it was the wrong thing to do?" Buffy's tone was accusing. "Gee Giles, thanks for the support on this one."
"Buffy I didn't say that at all. It was very sensible not to trust Spike now he can hurt humans again."
"Yeah, that's me, sensible girl."
"I only thought that considering his behaviour over the past year that you might have -"
"Failed to do my duty as the Chosen One?"
"Oh. Yes. Quite right. Point taken." Giles paused then continued. "Do you know how he got it out?"
Buffy bit her lip. She hadn't exactly given Spike a chance to explain that. "He said something about a remote control. I think it was the Initiative."
"Why would the Initiative want to unchip a vampire?"
Buffy was silent. Then she said in a small voice. "I think it might have been Riley."
"Riley? Is Riley back?" Buffy hadn't told Giles about Riley's visit, basically because she'd forgotten it.
"Yes," she said shortly.
"Why would Riley-"
"I don't know. All Spike said was someone zapped him with a remote control, he said he didn't want it to be removed and he mentioned…he said…he said Soldier boy was right, you deserve this."
"You deserve this?" Giles asked.
"It was after I told him to leave."
"Oh. So you think Riley did it to hurt you?"
"I don't know. I mean, I could be wrong, Spike and I weren't exactly having a calm discussion about it."
Giles paused. "How did you find out about the chip Buffy?"
"Spike told me."
"Oh." There was another pause and Buffy could almost hear the neuron's sparking in Giles' head. "Fascinating. He actually came to you to tell you he was able to kill again? He didn't try to attack you?"
"No."
There was a pause.
"No, no, you definitely did the right thing Buffy. It would be very foolish to trust him and I doubt we could have influenced him not to feed again."
"Exactly." Buffy swallowed, it felt like a huge block of cement was in her stomach. Shaking herself she decided to change the subject. "So, uh, what's this urgent thing you have to tell me?"
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Cordelia and Angel had returned to L.A. two days after they'd arrived. Nothing apocalyptic had happened in the time they'd been there, except for an awkward conversation between Buffy and Angel about Cordelia. Which, Angel had to admit was only fair, after the whole Spike discussion. It wasn't like anything had happened with Cordy though. Not really. Except for the kissing. And the touching. There had been a bit of touching. It had been so long since he'd been with Buffy. She'd moved on, he had changed to. Somehow he tried to explain to her that it was too hard to just keep things on a low level when he was with her. With Cordy it was possible. It wasn't that Cordy was more independent than Buffy, and Angel hated to use the word shallow, but Cordelia just, was detached. And she had too great a sense of self preservation to give Angel any happies. And it wasn't like they were a couple. Not really. Buffy hadn't seemed too impressed with Angel's explanation, he guessed it had been the principle more than anything. But she had accepted that he might have feelings for Cordelia now, just as he accepted that she had moved on and was seeing Spike. Angel didn't tell her about Darla. There was no point. With Buffy, with Cordelia even, it would be happiness, not despair, there was no comparison.
On the way home, Cordelia had given Angel a lecture about not expecting anything when they got back. The weekend had been a one off. There was no point, the two of them carrying on like teenagers. It would only lead to frustration and other things that weren't healthy. Plus, Gunn and Wesley might find out. Angel had taken her views on board.
He even considered them when he opened the door to her bedroom a couple of nights later.
"Cordy?" he whispered.
"Angel?" It had been three days. Three days of "accidentally" brushing against each other and pregnant glances.
As Angel sank down into the bed with Cordelia, she didn't seem to mind that he had a different opinion to her on the subject at all. She did however suggest that it would probably be a good idea if she didn't crash at his hotel anymore, just to avoid further temptation. Angel had agreed, but she was there now, so they might as well continue what they were doing.
After a little while, Cordelia decided that as long as Angel didn't get any happies he could probably do a little more than what he was currently doing.
Angel agreed, but after another while, suggested that self-abuse couldn't really be considered pure happiness, and he'd do it anyway later so he might as well do it now. If Cordelia didn't mind of course. Cordelia didn't mind. In fact she did that cute nose wrinkle and smile thing.
The Powers that Be seemed to have a different opinion however and at a very crucial moment, Cordelia had another vision.
"Spike!" It had taken Angel a while to realise that Cordelia's gasps had not been related to what his hand had been doing to her. And saying the name Spike at that juncture, was in his opinion, taking the whole, don't-let-Angel-have-a-moment-of-pure-happiness tactics to ridiculous extremes. Finally it sunk in that Cordy was not in the throws of bliss.
"Cordy? What is it? What's happened?"
"Talk about your bad timing," groaned Cordelia. "Buffy - it's that whole apocalypse in Sunnydale thing again. And I saw Spike, he was with some of your relatives."
She paused then smiled that smile at Angel again. "You know, the ah, thing, that you were doing, with your hand just now - headache wasn't so bad this time."
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Spike opened the door to his cold dead crypt miserably. The anger that had sustained him during his visit to the Bronze had faded and now he just felt like shite. He didn't want to think about why he hadn't fed on that girl earlier. This was just taking a bit to get used to again was all. He could do this again. Go back to his old life. At that moment, all Spike wanted Buffy. She didn't want him though did she? She'd made that bloody obvious.
He saw the box of chocolate he'd bought for Buffy sitting beside the bag of groceries he hadn't had the chance to put away, and felt worse. He looked at the slight changes he'd made to the crypt. Changes he'd made because of Buffy. His eyes fell on the newspaper on the couch, open to the rental ads in the classifieds. Spike snorted at himself derisively. No need for that anymore. Not much need for an apartment when you don't have a human girlfriend to try and impress.
Don't I feel bloody stupid now, thought Spike bitterly, reminded of the plans he'd made that had involved or revolved around Buffy. Plans that had reeked of humanity. No need for any of his stupid plans. No need for his sodding job either. Yeah, back to the good old world of want, take, have.
"Fanfuckingtastic," muttered Spike sarcastically. Maybe if he went to talk to Buffy again, once she'd calmed down…
Spike sank down into his armchair and buried his head in his hands.
The soft laughter that tinkled through the crypt sent a sudden shiver through him. That was the second time that day someone had taken him unawares. It didn’t help that he recognised the laugh.
"Poor Spike. The toy soldiers took you off your leash and now the Slayer doesn't want a bad wild dog."
"Dru? What the bloody hell are you doing here?" Spike stood quickly. Drusilla's sudden appearance unnerved him. It combined with the other events of the day and made him feel as if he were being pushed by something. The darkness was enveloping him.
Drusilla climbed up the ladder from the vault beneath Spike's crypt.
"I saw my Spike all alone again and free from the Slayer and I came back to look after him."
Spike looked down, utterly miserable. Dru walked to him. She trailed her fingers down his cheek, eyes knowing. Spike had always marvelled at how his Dark Princess could be so utterly mad and yet so wise. Innocent and evil all at once. She saw the truth, his princess did. She saw the world differently. Spike had always understood her. He'd been patient and caring in the worst moments of her madness, when the future came to her in horrifying clarity. He'd soothed her when the visions were too much or the truth upset her like burns from holy water. And they'd had fun. Dru could be damn fun to be around.
"The bad Slayer captured you, my Spike. She made you taste like death."
"Well she's a thing of the past now Dru. Won't have anything more to do with me. And good riddance I say." Dru wanted him, still, again. A flicker of desperate hope filled Spike. If he was with Dru again, it would be easier to make things the same as they had been.
"I came back before but you didn't want me," she pouted. "You told the Slayer you'd stake me. I was frightened Spike. I didn't like that game."
Spike looked up at her, crushing down the stone in the pit of his stomach. He reached out a hand and caressed Drusilla's cheek. This was how it was to be now. He'd been given a second chance. No more Slayer, no more Scoobies. He was back. He was a vampire again. It was what he wanted, before the damn Slayer had got in his head. The chip out, Dru back. He had them both. Spike swallowed bile that had risen up in his throat.
"Sorry love. Wasn't thinking straight." He pulled her to him, a little too fiercely. He was suddenly reminded of the last time he'd held her like this. The last time she'd tried to save him. "I'm back now though. They took the chip out and I'm my old self again." Dru purred at the force with which he held her. It was almost desperate. It made her hungry.
"And you'll come back to me my Spike? Forget that horrid Slayer who made you tame and weak?"
"Yeah baby, you and me again." Spike swallowed hard. This was what he really wanted. He just needed to get over the Slayer. Things would be good again. "Just, love, let's get out of this place. I've seen enough of Sunnyhell to last me a lifetime."
Drusilla laughed. "Of course my poor brave Spike. But we can't go yet. Grandmama wants to have some fun. She's my daughter now you know, and I must take care of her. Now I have two children, my Spike and my Darla. You can be her Daddy if you like. We will be the mummy and daddy and have our pretty little daughter Darla." Dru smiled up at Spike. "She's such a good girl and terribly wicked. I might give her Miss Edith if she's anymore naughty."
"Let's forget Darla, Dru. Let's you and me leave town, go back to England. That'll be fun won't it pet? Go home again?"
"Ooh Spike that would be nice." Drusilla pulled away. "But Grandmama would be quite cross I think. And we can't leave now. There's going to be such a lot of pretty deaths."
She grinned gleefully at Spike. "The pixies whispered to me, Spike and showed me the pictures. It's going to be such fun, we can't leave yet. We'll miss the end of the world!"