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| Title: The Only Place I'd Want To Be He sat in the comforting darkness of the Summers basement, the noise of the potentials had quieted long ago. The house was silent except for the occasional night noises of a slumbering house. Spike sat on his cot, the amulet in his pale hand, he looked at it, gently twirling it in his fingers, it sparkled in the moonlight. He could feel the power humming through it, an unknown force dragging him toward his destiny. Would this be his last night on earth, this place he'd come to love, so much more since meeting her. It had been quite a ride, he remembered the first time he had ever laid eyes on her. She had only been seventeen then, dancing with her friends in the Bronze, she was unlike any other slayer he had ever met, even though he had been with Dru at the time, he had felt an irresistible pull toward her. One he'd never been able to shake off after that night. They had been in many battles, he and his slayer, sometimes against each other, but mostly side by side. This battle that they would all face on the morn, would be the battle to end all battles. Who would survive was anyone's guess, Spike sighed. He knew he would sacrifice his unlife to make sure that one of those survivors would be her. A little smile escaped his lips, an air finality hung in the basement, which nothing could dispel. Would he spend his last night alone in the dark? Most of his life and unlife had been spent alone, real love had eluded him. There had been times when he'd thought he could make her love him, but he had learned the hard way. "The Love We Cannot Have, Is The One That Lasts The Longest, Hurts The Deepest, And Feels The Strongest" They had lain in each other's arms the night before, she had clung to him tightly, as if he was her were her Anchor. But it had been mutual, even after she had come to him, smelling of the broody one, he had been able to forgive her anything. Watching her that night kissing his nemesis had caused him more physical anguish than anything the first could have visited on him, but he had born it as he always did, when she struck at his unbeating heart. The hour was late, he knew he really should get some sleep, tomorrow was going to be a hell of a day, quite literally. But if it was your last night, where would you want to spend it? He smiled to himself, he already knew the answer to that. He looked at the clock on the basement wall, she was late. She had said that she would come to him, but nothing was ever certain in this life, not with the slayer. He looked at the amulet once more, about to put it under his pillow. As safe a place as any. Spike heard the creaking of a floorboard above, a smile spread on his lips momentarily. He had smelt her before he'd heard her, with that vampiric sense of smell that so grossed her out. The door above, opened, the bright light from the kitchen, momentarily flooded the basement. The door closed, her steps on the wooden stair, loud in the quiet. She paused on the last stair before walking toward him, he put the amulet down on the cot, and stood up off his bed. Looking at her, their eyes meet, an unspoken plea, in hers. He holds out his arms and she runs into them, closing the distance between them. He breathes in her delicate scent, always vanilla, this last touch will have to last for an eternity. He can feel the wetness of her tears on his shirt. He swallows hard, wishing away the hard lump forming in his throat, he never could bear to see her cry. It would have broken his heart to know how many secret tears she had shed on his behalf, Buffy lifts her head to look at him with shimmering green eyes. "Hold me Spike," she says. He touches the softness of her hair. The love for her shining in his eyes, he is past hiding his feelings where this girl is concerned. She smiles at him, for once she does not shy away from the emotion she reads there. She reaches out and lovingly strokes his face, taking him by the hand and leading him over to his bed. He lays down, looking up at her, she joins him on the bed, pressing her body against the coolness of his. He wraps an arm around her. They both sigh contentedly, her fingers absentmindedly stroke his bare arm. She closes her eyes, finally at peace. He listens to her breathing, savoring the steady beat of her heart, wishing he had one of his own. He closes his eyes, the day finally catching up with him. Buffy dreams, a smile on her face, it is the happiest dream she had had in along time, there are no monsters or demons, only Spike. "Spike I love you," she mutters sleepily. Spike turns in his sleep, unhearing, lost in the arms of morpheus. She awakens from her dream, her eyes widening. I do love him she thought, Buffy turned to him, she wanted to tell him, but he was fast asleep, he looked so beautiful in his sleep, that she didn't want to awaken him. She turned away and closed her eyes, sleep claiming her once more. "I'll tell him tomorrow," she sighed. THE END |