What? Another Apocolypse?: Untitled for now
by MonsieurRipper
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None of the characters belong to me. Enough said?


“Dawn, I’m out for patrolling. There’s pizza in the fridge.” Buffy called out. She took a few steps forward and turned to look at her new home in Cleveland. After everything that happened in that house all 7 years of destruction, construction and reconstruction, it just didn’t seem like home here. Would she ever get used to it?

“It doesn’t look right does it.” A familiar voice made Buffy’s adrenaline rush with hope. She turned around slowly, biting her lip with anticipation and anxiety. It was him. Spike stood behind her, hands in the pockets of his leather trench coat. Tears found their way into Buffy’s eyes and she embraced Spike. Her face was buried in the crook of his neck; he definitely wasn’t expecting that kind of greeting. Their embrace lasted a good minute before Buffy found the question she was searching for.

“But… How? I thought I lost you. I thought you left me and…” Buffy’s voice stammered and trailed off as she broke out in tears. “You’re back and I love you.” She hugged him again, her hands touching every inch of his body to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. “Yeah, I’m back love. My essence was trapped in that amulet thing, and it was sent to Angel and his boys, and now I’m back.” Spike whispered behind her ear. She pulled herself away at arms reach; she couldn’t take her arms away from him just yet. “I, uh I’m about to patrol, and I can’t skip, there’s still Slayerettes running about… And lots of bad guys… And it’s too soon for you to leave… And oh god you’re staying right? You’re not leaving are you?” Buffy’s frantic voice made Spike chuckle. “No pet, I’m staying for as long as you want me.” “Is forever ok?” Spike smiled as their hands clasped.

The two walked through the graveyard; it was much less condensed and creepy with horticulture than the Sunnydale yard, although it was divided into sections that made it more difficult to see a demon hiding around a corner. Other than that it was your standard graveyard. Buffy had to sit down, Spike was dead, and he died not knowing the truth… Or at least saying he didn’t know the truth. Cassie told him she’d tell him someday. Now Spike is alive, and he can be in Buffy’s life. Buffy slid down the wall of Tara’s rebuilt crypt, still clutching Spike’s hand. “This is just… So much to take in. You died… and…” Buffy’s mood changed like the flick of a switch. She stood up and slapped Spike across the face. “What the bloody hell was that for?” Spike demanded, shocked into disbelieve at the swiftness of her change. “Right before you died I told you I loved you and you said I didn’t. I thought you died not knowing the truth! And… you did… But the point is I was so goddamn upset about that! You jerk! I love you so much!” Buffy yelled. Now that was a show. Spike took a few steps backward, amazed. Their moment was spoiled when a vampire had crept from behind the tomb. It skipped the fight and grasped Spike and bit him. It took a moment for it to register with Buffy, but when it did, hell hath no fury like a woman interrupted.

Spike writhed and threw the blood rat over his shoulder and Buffy kicked the femme-vamp in the face, then immediately staking her. Spike’s neck now had 2 tiny gashes on his neck instead of two neat punctures as a result of throwing her. “Way to ruin the moment bitch.” Buffy snarled at the dusty grass. “So, before we were so rudely interrupted…” Spike said, wiping the blood from his neck. “I was about to say how hard it is to hear you say it, when I know I don’t compare to Peaches.” Buffy’s jaw dropped. “Oh, my God. You’re back 2 hours and I’m already bombarded with the jealous vampire bits!” Buffy rolled her eyes and paced about the gravestones. “Buffy my god this is not a bloody jealous vampire trip!” Spike scoffed. “It actually bothers me! If you love me, and we can be together, I need to live with sodding Peaches’ shadow loomin’ above me.” Spike stood there after his testament, his eyes pain-stricken and his arms open. “What do you want me to do?” Buffy finally stopped pacing and came toward Spike. She placed her palms upon his and brought them close. With their eyes only inches away, she replied to his mini-speech. “Angel is not what I need. I loved him… I love him. But I can’t live without you. I am in love with you.” She kissed him softly and looked for signs of belief and understanding. A slight smile crept upon Spike’s face. He glowed with warmth. “You mean that Slayer?” “Do I need to repeat myself?” Buffy giggled quietly before they embraced in a kiss again.

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