Confrontation
Sequel
to “The Unmasking of Desires”
by Calli
“One Orb of Thesula.” Willow placed the object on the table in front of Giles, still trying to forget what she had seen in dorm room.
Giles looked up from his books. “Is everything ready? For the curse?”
Willow nodded. “Right. Let’s get
started. Where’s Buffy?”
“Oh...Buffy is...kinda busy right now.
She said carry on without her.”
Luckily Giles was facing away and didn’t see the blush staining her
cheeks.
“Very well. Call Xander and tell him and Anya to come here. And hurry.
We must place the curse as soon as night falls.”
The blinds had been drawn to block out the afternoon sun. There was an
awkward silence between Buffy and Spike as they sat on the edge of her bed as
far away from each other as they could possibly get.
“Slayer, about yesterday...” the vampire broke the silence.
“Yeah Spike, you comforted me.
That was all that happened,” Buffy cut in.
“Yeah. That’s all that happened,” agreed the blond, as he stood to leave. “I should go.”
The slayer watched almost sadly as the normally calm vampire made an
awkward move to the door, his duster flowing out behind him a little.
Suddenly he stopped, and turned, slowly walking back towards her. “You gonna be okay on your own?” he asked.
This is most un-Spikeish, thought Buffy, turning her head to face
him. “Yeah! I’m fine!” she answered a little too brightly.
“If you’re sure,” Spike said doubtfully. “Bye pet.” He stood
again, then before he even knew what he was doing, bent down and kissed her
lightly on the cheek. Bloody hell,
he thought immediately. What am I doing?
It would never work! Not after Angelus.
The vampire looked down at the slayer, who had a surprised expression on
her face. Meeting his gaze, she stood
slowly, staring into his blue eyes.
Tilting her head a little, she stood on her toes to kiss him, not really
knowing what she expected to happen. Spike bent his head down to kiss her back,
full on the lips. His light kiss slowly
turned into a long, passionate one just like the night before.
“Aww, isn’t that nice? The
slayer and her new vamp. My
childe.”
Buffy and Spike pulled apart as if they’d been scorched by fire, and
turned to face the intruder.
“Angelus.” Wait a minute, how
did he get in here? Buffy
thought. The invitation. Just great,
Buffy. You should’ve known he’d go evil sooner or later. I should’ve un-invited him the moment he
turned nasty.
“William.”
“Angelus.” The childe eyed his
sire with suspicion and distrust.
Reaching into his duster pocket, he pulled out a stake.
“Get out Angelus. You’re not
welcome here. Leave.” Buffy frowned at her ex through narrowed
eyes. Prophecy or no, I’m killing
him.
“Sorry lover, it doesn’t work like that,” Angelus grinned evilly.
“Peaches, if the slayer says leave, you leave okay?” Spike
took a step towards his Sire, growling menacingly.
“William. Drusilla sends her
love...but I guess you won’t be needing it any more.” The dark-haired vampire turned to Buffy. A demonic grin spread across his face. “It's...sad really,” he began with sarcasm
dripping from his voice. “If you go for
humans you might break them. If you go
with vampires...you make them evil. It was all your fault, of course,” he said
with a needling voice, attempting to provoke the girl. “William, say
goodbye to the slayer.” He produced a
stake, and stepped threateningly towards his childe.
“SPIKE!!” yelled Buffy, running towards the pair as Angelus drew his hand
back to thrust the stake into Spike, who seemed frozen to the spot in
shock. As he brought the stake down,
the slayer got in his way. There was a
sickening noise, as the stake penetrated her arm. Buffy screamed in pain and fell to the floor as her legs buckled
from underneath her. Angelus stepped
towards her, only to come face to face with a stake, held by Spike.
“Now, William, you wouldn’t stake your own sire would
you?” Angelus said patronizingly -- he had dealt with such attempts from his
childe before. Spike had always backed down in the past.
“I wouldn’t be so sure, Angelus. It never stopped you.
Don’t think I didn’t hear about Darla, mate,” the blond spat. Spike’s
eyed narrowed as he growled ferociously.
“Dru wouldn’t be very happy to hear you defended the slayer, and staked
her daddy,” the dark vampire said cunningly.
Spike was outraged. “Leave Dru out of this! We lived without you for
decades then you came back and she left me, an’ the moment she comes back to me
you take ‘er away again, but, you know what?
I don’t care anymore Angelus! I
don’t care about Drusilla! I don’t love
her, I’m just used to havin’ her around again.
Take ‘er! Fuck off back to L.A,
just, leave or I will stake you!” Spike took another step towards his sire, pressing the stake
against the vampire’s chest.
Angelus growled, but realized he’d lost...this time. Buffy had stood up
again, and wrenched the stake from her arm, wincing as more pain shot through
her upper body. It too was now aimed at him.
“This isn’t over.” He growled again before disappearing along the
corridor.
Spike turned to Buffy and examined her arm gently.
“We need to get to Giles’. Pronto,” said Buffy in a determined voice.
“Sure luv, but not before you get to an hospital to get that
seen to.”
The slayer froze at the mention of hospitals, but allowed Spike to talk her into going, as he reassured her he wouldn’t leave her side for a moment.