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~~ The Confession ~~
It was just after 8pm when Buffy went to the graveyard to patrol. The kiss Spike had given her was still burning on her lips. Her thoughts and emotions were racing around in her brain like it was the Indy 500. She liked Spike because he was surprisingly sympathetic but she’d never thought of him in a romantic way, except for when she was under Willow’s spell. She still hurt because of Riley but Spike helped ease that pain. She still felt that it was too soon to think of starting a relationship with anybody, never mind Spike.
She walked aimlessly through the cemetery lost in thoughts when suddenly a vampire kicked her legs out from under her from behind. Buffy landed flat on her back and was staring up at the vamp as he grinned down at her. “I bet you never thought you’d let a vamp sweep you off your feet.” it snickered.
Buffy quickly rolled away as it tried to kick her and she stood up quickly. “I don’t think this relationship would work what with you trying to kill me and all.” she said, delivering a right punch, which sent it flying over a nearby tombstone. It stood up and growled as Buffy sidestepped the headstone and kicked the vamp in the stomach, sending it to the ground once more. Buffy grabbed a stake from her jacket pocket and bent over the vampire, jamming the stake in its heart. “Sorry honey, I’m just doing my job.” she said in a sarcastically sweet voice. Seconds later the vampire was dust and Buffy stood up, straightened her jacket and continued walking.
Her ‘spider sense’ went off and this time Buffy felt it and whirled around, wielding her stake menacingly at the vampire behind her.
“Sorry, pet, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Spike said.
“Oh, it’s you,” Buffy said, partly relieved that it was him but partly intimidated of his presence. “I didn’t want to be caught off guard again.” she said, putting her stake back in her pocket.
“You were thinking about him again?” Spike asked.
Buffy sighed. “Yeah,” she lied. “It still hurts...a lot, but I’ve gotten better thanks to your support.”
“Yeah, hanging out with you isn’t all that bad after all,” he admitted. “And I’d like to continue what was started today.” He took a step toward her and stared into her eyes.
Buffy sighed out of frustration. “Look, I like you, Spike. And I’m glad that we’ve become friends over the past week, but I’m just not ready to get any closer than we are yet.”
“I understand,” he said, slightly hurt. “I’m sorry about today, I thought--”
Spike’s words were cut off when a vampire stepped out from behind a tree and hit Spike hard on the back of the head with a large rock. Buffy whipped out the stake again and gave the vamp a roundhouse kick in the face as Spike fell to the ground.
The vampire punched Buffy in the stomach and pulled her head down to connect with its knee, sending her falling backward onto the ground. As Buffy quickly tried to get up, the vamp tried to jump on top of Buffy to pin her down. Buffy grabbed its arms and raised her feet to its stomach, using its momentum to flip it over her head. Buffy scrambled to her feet and found the vampire already running back towards her. “Don’t you ever give up?” she asked exasperated.
“Die, Slayer!” the vampire yelled as it blocked her punch and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. The vampire sunk its fangs into her neck seconds before she buried the stake in its heart, then it exploded into dust.
Buffy ran over to where Spike was laying. She knelt over him calling his name softly. He didn’t wake up and Buffy became worried. A voice inside her head told her that he was a vampire and would recover but she was still upset at the thought of losing a friend. She gently lifted his head and laid it on her lap. His blood covered her hands and began to seep into her clothes.
“Spike, wake up,” she said, tears forming in her eyes. “I need you.” She leaned down and kissed his forehead as he lay there. He was losing quite a bit of blood and Buffy’s heart leapt as his eyes fluttered open only to close again.
“Buffy,” he whispered. “I love you.”
Buffy’s tears fell from her eyes. *He loves me? He must be delusional. He needs blood to heal.* she thought to herself. But she couldn’t leave him there; he would be an easy target for anything that wanted to attack him for siding with the Slayer. Buffy remembered that the second vampire had bitten her neck and she could feel the stickiness on her neck and shirt. She pulled her hair off of her neck and lifted Spike’s mouth to her neck.
“Drink, Spike,” she instructed. “You need to stop bleeding and you’ll heal faster with my blood.”
After a minute, she still felt no response from Spike. She looked down at him. He looked so peaceful and she hated to do it, but she slapped his face. Immediately his eyes shot open and she lifted his face to her neck once again.
Spike smelled the blood and instinctively began to lick and suck it from her already punctured neck. Buffy gasped in pain as the tiny holes tore under the pressure of Spike’s feeding.
Suddenly Spike realized what he was doing and pushed Buffy away. “What are you doing?” he asked sitting up, confused at her actions. He felt the back of his head and saw the blood on Buffy’s clothes. “What happened?” he asked.
“Rock plus your head equals major loss of blood,” she said, putting a hand to her sore neck. “You needed blood to heal and I was the only one around to donate thanks to that stupid vampire.”
“He bit you?” Spike asked worriedly. “Are you okay?”
“Spike, relax, I’m fine,” she replied. “I got him...anyway, are you okay?”
“I’ll be fine. My head will be healed in a couple of hours thanks to your blood,” he said.
Buffy smiled slightly. “Spike, I don’t know if you were just babbling or whatever but you said you loved me...is that why you’ve been so nice to me?” she asked.
Spike chuckled nervously, avoiding eye contact. “Yeah right, Slayer,” he scoffed. “In your bloody dreams.”
She put her hand on his cheek and forced him to look at her. “Is that why you’ve been hiding in and around my house at night for the past two months?” she asked. “Is that why you kissed me?”
Defeated, Spike nodded his head. “Yeah, and it’s been driving me crazy to see you almost everyday and not kiss you,” he said quietly. Buffy looked at him as a tear ran down her face. He wiped it away gently with his thumb and then chuckled softly.
“What’s so funny?” Buffy asked.
“Here we are, sitting in a cemetery, all sad and mushy, and we’re covered in blood.” he said.
“Who said I was sad?” Buffy asked before kissing him on the lips. Spike was surprised at first but relaxed as her kiss became more passionate. He returned her kiss and put a hand on her neck. Buffy gasped and broke the kiss as pain shot through her body.
*Dammit, Spike!* he scolded himself. *You’re such an idiot!* He looked at Buffy holding a hand over her injury. “I’m sorry, I forgot about your neck.”
“It’s fine, Spike,” she said. “I heal quickly too, but not as quick as you.”
“Well maybe it’s better that we stopped,” he suggested. “You said yourself you weren’t ready--”
“That was before you said you loved me.” she said.
“No, Buffy, don’t do this,” Spike said.
“Do what?” she asked.
“Don’t go looking for a rebound relationship with the first person to show interest; that’s what happened with Parker.” he explained.
Buffy stood up angrily and paced in front of Spike. “I’m not on the rebound!” she yelled. “I like you, and when you got hurt I realized how much I like you, which is a lot. And when you said you loved me, I liked you even more and now I want to be with you.”
Spike sat there silently, absorbing Buffy’s words. “Are you sure? Because once you head down this road, nothing will ever be the same again,” he said slowly. “And if we have a fight, you have to promise not to stake me.”
Buffy smiled as Spike stood up and took her hands in his. He leaned down and kissed her lightly. “As much as I hate to say this, I should go patrol now,” she said. “You go home and fix your skull.”
“I’ll be fine,” Spike insisted. “I’m not leaving you alone out here covered in blood. That’s just an open invitation to any hungry vampires.”
“Okay, if you want to play the protective boyfriend role,” Buffy said, shrugging her shoulders as they walked off through the cemetery, holding hands.
*Boyfriend,* Spike thought. *Now that’s a word I can get used to.*