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My Darling, My Vampire.
Written by Roswell4ever1
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING!!!
Pairing: Spike and Buffy
Rating: R
Part One- Get Away!
“Bugger All! This bloody thing won’t open!” Spike complained as he attempted to open the jar of pickles.
“Ugh, pathetic!” Buffy said as she grabbed the jar and opened it with ease. “And you call yourself the big bad?”
“Hey, I am the big bad girlie, and don’t you forget it. Want to see just how bad I can be?” He asked with a devilish smile on his face as he walked toward her.
“Get away from me Spike! The only reason I am here with you is because Giles needed the help. If he wasn’t your uncle, I would have nothing to do with you.”
“Oh come on luv, you know you want me. Don’t fight it.”
“Eww! Spike, this is a soup kitchen. People come here to eat and you are going to cause them all to lose their appetites. I know I have.”
“Ha! You aren’t denying it. You do want me!” Spike said that evil grin returning.
Willow, Cordelia and Xander were standing in the kitchen watching the whole scene play out.
“Oh, this is sad!” Cordelia said.
“I know. He is so into her and she is breaking his heart.”
Everyone looked at Willow in confusion.
“Wil, I think she was talking about his approach.” Xander said.
“I was. Someone really needs to tell him how to attract a woman.” Cordelia said.
“Oh. Well, I think he is doing just fine! I mean, he could talk to me like that anyday!” Willow said.
“O-kay!” Xander said. “I think I’ll get back to work now.”
“Spike, let me put this in a way even you can understand. Even if you were the last man on earth, I would not want you. You disgust me. You are a gross, pig headed, repulsive vampire with no consideration for anyone but yourself. You are the kind of thing that nightmares are made of.” Buffy said as she started to walk away.
“Oh, so you’ve been dreaming about me, have you luv?” Spike asked.
“I said nightmare. Not dream.”
“Hey, I’ll take what I can get.”
“Ugh! Your intollerable!” Buffy said as she disappeared into the kitchen.
“What’s up Buffy?”
“Oh Willow, save me!”
“Since when do you need saving? You’re Wonder Woman.”
“Since the Billy Idol wannabe out there started to hit on me.”
“Spike?”
“Yes Spike. He is so…so…”
“Hot.” Willow said quietly.
“What was that Willow?”
“Oh come on Buffy, you have to admit, he is really hot! I mean with that bleached hair, that gorgeous Brittish accent and that body!”
“I think Willow needs a cold, cold shower!” Xander said.
“He’s attractive to look at Willow, but he is a monster! I don’t trust him and I certainly don’t want to spend any time with him.”
“Buffy, it isn’t like you havent dated a vampire before. I mean come on, Angel is proof that even a vampire can change.”
“Willow, need I remind you that even Angel turned?”
“Well, If you don’t want Spike, can I have him?”
“No! You cant trust him Willow. He’s bad news!”
“Who’s bad news?”
“Your nephew, Giles.” Buffy said.
“Yes, he is. But he sure has taken a liking to you Buffy. I have never seen him follow anyone around the way he does you. I mean, look. He’s even serenading you!”
Buffy looked out the window looking into the dining room just in time to see Spike jump on one of the counters.
“Buffy, Buffy, your so fine, your so fine you blow my mind! Go Buffy! Go Buffy!” He continued to sing while turning in circles and shaking his rear.
“Oh my gosh! Someone please grab one of my stakes and stab me. Right in the heart that way it goes quickly. Come to think of it, I don’t care where you stab me, as long as it works. I would rather suffer the pain then have to listen to this any longer. Hurry!” As she said this, Buffy slid down and sat against the wall.
“Oh come on Buffy, it isn’t that bad.” Xander said.
“Well, Xander” Buffy started. “If you don’t think it will be so bad, why don’t you date him? I’m sure the two of you will be very happy together. I don’t date vampires anymore!”
“Buffy, he’s not…”
“Enough, Giles. I’m not interested. Case closed! I’m going to get ready for tonights patrol.”
Buffy walked out of the kitchen into the dining room. As she walked past a still serenading Spike, she shoved him into a row of chairs sending him to the floor hard. She then left the building and headed home.
Spike quickly got up and walked into the kitchen where the rest were standing.
“Bloody hell! I must be doing something wrong.” He said.
“Yeah, I think the whole you know you want me bit was definitely the wrong approach.” Xander told him.
“Come on Spike. Time to fill you in on what a girl really likes.” Cordelia said as she led him outside and to her car by the arm. They drove to her apartment in silence.
“Are you sure this is going to work luv?” Spike asked as he lit a cigarette. The third in the last ten minutes. Spike had a tendency to chain smoke when he was nervous.
“Well, I hope so. I know it would work for me!” Cordelia told him.
“Here goes nothing.” Spike said nervously as he walked out of her apartment and started down the street to Buffy’s house.
Buffy had just finished patrolling. It had been a slow night. Only one vampire to contend with and he was a light weight. She pushed the key into the lock and opened the door. Once inside, she dropped the keys on the hallway table and plopped down onto the couch. It may have been slow, but she was tired. After the ordeal with Spike, she needed some downtime. She got up and walked toward the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. Just then, there was a knock at the door.
She sighed as she walked toward the door. Upon opening it, she spotted the bleach blonde standing there looking at her.
Spike was so nervous he could hardley breathe. The last woman he had any kind of interest in was Druscilla and although she was beautiful, she was the downfall of Spike. She was the one that turned him into a vampire one lonely summer night, six years ago. He fell hard for her. Gave her all of him. She was his heart, his reason for existence. Then, a year and a half ago, he came home one night and found the Dear John letter saying that he was nothing to her and that she was going back to New York. Apparently her and her ex decided to get back together and Spike was no longer needed. No longer good enough. It almost ruined Spike when she left. He spent the next six months pretty much associating with no one. No one except Giles. Giles was the one that brought him out of his slump and brought him to the realization that things would get better. He couldn’t go through that again. His heart wouldn’t take it. He felt so vulnerable and terrified that he was about to throw up but he held back knowing that would definitely put off a bad impression.
“What the hell do you want?” Buffy asked.
“I…I…um”
“Spit it out Spike, I don’t have all night.”
He took his hands from behind his back and held out the roses that he had bought for her.
“I wanted to give you these luv. Kind of my way of saying I’m sorry for that whole thing at Giles shop.”
“Spike, I cant take those.” Buffy told him.
“Well, why bloody not?”
“Because, if I do, it will give you the wrong impression.”
“You really do detest me don’t you?” He asked.
“No Spike. I don’t detest you. I loathe you. I find you repulsive and sickening.” She told him. “You’re not good enough for me”
“Well then, I guess I had better go luv. Wouldn’t want you to lose your dinner on account of me.” He dropped the flowers in the doorway. “I got these for you. Keep them or throw them away. I don’t bloody care anymore.” He walked down the steps and out of sight.
Buffy picked the roses up and felt a pang of regret for being so mean. But she had to. It was the only way he would leave her alone. And she wanted him to leave her alone.
Spike walked into Giles shop. Everyone was sitting around relaxing after a long day. It was now 8:30 and they had closed the soup kitchen thirty minutes ago. Giles held the kitchen every weekend. Kind of his way of giving back to the community.
“That’s it! I am so bloody done with that woman!”
“Didn’t work?” Cordelia asked.
“She told me I wasn’t good enough for her. She might as well have spit in my face.”
“Maybe you just need a new approach.” Giles said.
“No. I give up. I have tried for the last year to impress her and nothing works. I quit.” He said as he sat down.
“Maybe it’s your clothes. You know, girls really like pastels.” Willow said.
The guys all looked at her with crinkled eyebrows and open mouths.
“Forget it. I am not wearing pink. Besides, my appearance isn’t the problem. I am. I’m bloody tired.” He got up and walked out of the shop defeated.
TBC
