Sunrise: Sunrise
by Trina OLeary
Disclaimer: The characters of the Buffyverse belong to Joss Whedon and his associates. The plotline of this fanfic, however, is mine, and therefore nobody else can use it or get credit for it.
Author's Notes: This is in an alternate Buffyverse, and it is a Buffy/Spike 'shipper story.



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"Slayer!" Spike screamed at the top of his lungs as he watched Buffy fall to the ground, her stake sliding just out of her reach as Angelus advanced on her with an evil gleam in his eye. "Slayer get up!" Angelus glared at Spike for a moment, but advanced on Buffy again, grabbing the back of her shirt and pulling her up. She shrieked as he spun her around and slammed her into a large wooden crate, splintering it but not breaking it. Spike came up behind Angelus and slammed his fist into the side of his face. "Get off of her," he growled, vamping out and challenging Angelus to a duel.

"And why would I do that?" Angelus sneered. "She's so sweet and succulent. Although, I don't know why you would care," he added, vamping out as well. "You wouldn't know." While Spike and Angelus turned in a circle until Angelus' back was to Buffy, she was slowly inching her foot towards the stake she had dropped and examining the crate for a piece of wood that could be broken off easily. Her bare toes grasped the stake and drew it towards her, and Spike initiated the fight.

"You only got her once," Spike growled. "Me, on the other hand--" he was cut off as Angelus punched him in the gut.

"The difference between you and me?" Angelus advanced on Spike's prone form. "I brought her over the edge."

"Bullshit," Spike rasped as he struggled to get up. Buffy stood up quietly behind Angelus, and while he pulled Spike up off the ground by his collar, Buffy came up behind him. Spike wrapped his hands around Angelus' neck, causing both of Angelus' hands to come up to try and pry Spike's hands from his neck.

Buffy tapped Angelus on the shoulder.

His neck craned around to look at her, and he was met with a pure Slayer look. Stake parallel to the ground, fist in front of her, body prepared in the fighting position -- Buffy struck fear even into the deepest parts of the demon.

"Angelus."

"Buffy?"

Spike fell to the ground as his assailant turned into a pile of dust.


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"Are you all right?" Spike asked Buffy for the tenth time in the last five minutes.

"I'm fine!"

"Are you positive?" Spike asked gingerly after a few moments of silence. Buffy wheeled around and Spike could see the shiny tear-tracks that trekked their way down her cheeks.

"No. I'm completely and totally not able to keep myself sane. I just staked my first love and didn't even have a happy little remark to say first. He didn't even try to block it! I think he wanted me to do it."

"Buffy--"

"Leave me alone." She stormed off, towards the Welcome To Sunnydale sign.

, Spike thought to himself. He sat down on the curb and watched her go, sobbing violently on the side of the road.

Buffy thought to herself. She fought all temptation to go back to him and turned the corner behind the next building. But she didn't go any farther. She set up camp, watching Spike from a vantage point that he couldn't possibly see without turning around.

She glanced at her watch. Half an hour before sunrise. , she thought. She slipped off her shoes and got up. She approached him from behind. She hesitated more than once on her way to Spike. He didn't hear her. His eyes were closed and he was still heaving with dry, hacking sobs. His back moved up and down with the rasping, unneeded breaths he was taking. Buffy stood less than two feet away from his back.

he thought. His thoughts were jolted into reality when he felt gentle arms wrap around him from behind. He turned his head slowly to face Buffy.

"Spike?" Buffy asked hopingly. She moved so that she sat indian-style in front of him on the street. "Spike, look at me." Spikes icy blue eyes turned up to look at her, and what she saw shocked the breath out of her.

There was pure love in his eyes.

Buffy took his head in her hands and brought herself up so that she was level with his eyes. She kissed the tears from his cheeks and finally kissed his lips. He could taste the saltiness that were his tears on her lips.

"You need to get inside, Spike," Buffy said. Spike just looked at her. "Please, Spike, get inside, I don't want to lose you too!" She stood up in the street, holding her arms out to him to help him up. He remained seated, and one of Buffy's tears fell and hit his shoe. "Please Spike! Get up!" She grabbed his hand, and started pulling him up.

Suddenly, her grip on his hand disappeared. Spike jumped up and screamed her name, running to her limp, broken body on the side of the road. He crouched down beside her and cradled her head in his lap.

"Spike," she rasped, blood coming from her mouth. "What happened, Spike, who hit me?"

"It was," Spike sobbed. "It was a truck," he replied. Buffy flinched in pain. "Don't leave me, Buffy," he added. "You can't go."

"No headlights," Buffy gasped, her eyes beginning to glaze over. "I love you, Spike." She let out a breath, and her chest did not rise for another.

Spikes vampiric scream of sheer agony could be heard throughout Sunnydale. He pulled Buffy's body close to his, her blood staining his shirt. He could smell the sunrise, it was less than a minute away. Tears streamed down his sculpted cheeks as the sun crept over the horizon.

His ashes mixed with the blood of the Slayer, staining the grass on the side of the road.

The mixture shone brightly in the sunlight.


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