Buffy slammed the door open and walked into Spike's crypt. "Hello?" She walked in further and sat down on top of a stone slab. "Figures," She sighed, "Why can't you be here when I need to talk to you? And today it's actually important, not a help find the demon thing."

Buffy got up and started to walk around the dark room, "I'm trying to tell you that I kinda like you, but no you can't be here, can you?" she sighed again and ran her hand over the stone slab. "It's not like I'd be able to tell you anyway. It's the same thing everytime, I show up, get nervous, and say something about some stupid demon that I've already killed. I guess this is the closest I'm ever going to get to telling you how I feel."

She walked over to the tv and put here hand on top, "Still warm. Why couldn't you have just stayed a few more minutes? You're always ruining my life. First this spell makes me love you, then it goes away, but the feelings don't. I'm supposed to be happy with Riley. He's normal, well more normal than a vampire. He's nice, but it's just not the same."

"Ugh!" Buffy picked up the nearest thing, a pack of ciggerettes and threw them across the room. "Why do you do this to me? When I kissed you, it was good. I tingled in all the right places. Riley's kind of tingle free. I should be getting excited when he kisses me, but instead I just think of you. I can't explain why I like you. I mean you're cute, funny, charming, all those good things. Wait, cute? No, you're encredibly sexy. And that's all wrong. I shouldn't think you're sexy."

She sat down again and started to swing her feet against the stone. "We're mortal enemies, not lovers. Well, not yet. No, bad Buffy! I just hate the way you make me feel. Just thinking about you makes me feel all hot and bothered. I know it's not right, but I can't help it."

"It's not like you could ever feel the same way," Buffy sighed again and layed back on the cold stone, "You hate me. You make that point very clear. You could never love a slayer. Well, that's what I said about loving another vampire, let alone a soulless one. A very sexy soulless one, but still soulless."

"But that's one of the things that makes you you. You're a soulless vampire that will still help the slayer, even if you complain the entire time. The gang doesn't even hate you all that much. Willow thinks you're nice, when you're not trying to kill us that is. Giles wants to reasearch you because of the chip, and anything envolving reasearching makes him happy. Anya likes to trade demon stories with someone who actually cares. My mom even likes you. I can't understand why she does, but she's liked you since she first met you. Xander, well Xander still doesn't like you, but you and him have the sarcastic battle type of friendship."

Buffy stood up and brushed the dust off her clothes, "Listen to me, I'm trying to convince myself why it's ok to love a vampire. So what if my friends like you, I just can't love another one. Vampire and slayer don't mix, I have got to remember that. I guess I hate you because I love you so much." Buffy sighed, "Look at me, I'm telling my mortal enemy that I'm in love with him and he's not even here. And why the hell am I talking to myself? I'm in love with him, it just feels good to tell someone even though he's not here. I've got it bad, and I hate Spike for it." Buffy sighed once again and walked out the door.

Spike pushed the skeleton out of the way and sat up, "I hate you too, Luv." He smiled and went to find Buffy.