DISCLAIMER: The Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel characters are the property of Mutant Enemy, Joss Whedon, and Fox Studios. The story contents are the creation and property of Djinn and are copyright (c) 2001 by Djinn. This story is Rated PG-13.
Having It Out
by Djinn
"Don't!"
Spike dropped his hand. "What is your problem?"
Buffy glared at him.
"What? I can't talk to you?"
"That would be a good
start."
"We've played this song,
Slayer." Spike tried to make her
look at him, to make her feel what he was.
She just walked away. "You
kissed me. Twice. Your idea.
I was ready to walk away and bang, you grab me. Lips all over me. What do you call that?"
"Temporary
insanity."
"No. I'd call it a moment of sodding
clarity."
"You would." She walked faster.
He hurried to catch up with
her.
Then she stopped. In front of a ramshackle house.
"What's this?"
"The nest. Or so my source said."
He frowned. "Source?
I thought I was your source?"
"As if,
Spike." She didn't even look at him
as she kicked the door open.
The downstairs was
empty.
"Ok then, we do this the
hard way." She headed for the
stairs.
"Nobody here, you
know." He sniffed the air again to
make sure.
"Uh huh." She stomped up the last few steps.
"But if there were,
they'd hear you coming," he muttered.
Damn girl. Leading him on. Taking the little bit
she wanted...needed. Then running. "You're just scared," he yelled up
after her.
"Scared of
what?" Buffy's face was grim as she
came back down.
"Of me. Nobody there?"
"No."
"Told you."
"Shut up,
Spike."
He grabbed her arm as she
tried to pass. Yanked her to him. "Damn you. What is this?
Kiss the boy, abuse the boy time?"
"Oh
come on. I bet you like to be hurt."
"Not this way."
"I so don't want to
continue this conversation." She
threw him off easily.
"Well, you're going
to."
"Why? So you can follow me
around some more like a lovesick puppy?"
She laughed. "That's
tired."
"What's tired is
you. What's tired is me—a vampire—helping
a slayer. Helping you. It's not just tired. It's bloody exhausted."
"You want to end our
little partnership, Spike? That's fine
by me." She punched him hard,
sending him into the stairwell. "You
really sure you want to stop pretending that you know the real me just because
I told you a few things?" She kicked
him into the far wall. "You sure
you want to make believe you're a real vampire for just a minute? I'd like it.
I'd like to have something I can fight."
He stood up slowly. His face transformed. "With pleasure."
She laughed,
her face full of disbelieving scorn.
"Take your best shot, cripple."
Pure rage filled him. It warred with the hurt and disappointment he
already felt. Rage won. His fist connected with her face. He felt the first flarings
of the chip. A sharp bright flash of
pain. Then nothing.
Buffy got up slowly. She studied him warily. "Do that again."
He didn't stop to think. He kicked her across the room. The chip didn't react. A wild frenzied yell filled the house. It took him a moment to realize it came from
his own throat.
Free. He was free.
Free of pain. Free of goodness. Free of her.
She circled him. "Finally I can
kill you with a clear conscience."
"You've been killing me
for two years, you bitch."
"No, I really
haven't. It would have been too
easy. Like rolling a drunk or
something." Her kick was lighting
fast, but he absorbed the energy, rolled with it and was up quickly. His own kick caught her by surprise and sent
her reeling into the stairwell.
"How's it feel?"
He advanced, but she was
already up. Waiting for him.
"It feels great, you
monster." She lashed out, her fists
hitting him in short staccato bursts.
One, two, three, and he was off balance.
She kicked out and he was flying through the air.
She pulled out a stake. "You know what will feel better? Staking you."
"Not as good as sucking
the life out of you while you squirm."
He circled her, watching her carefully.
She feinted, but he didn't
fall for it. Caught her hand as it came
in for the real kill and twisted it viciously.
He heard something crack.
She kicked him ferociously,
cradling her wrist. "You son of a
bitch. You think this will stop
me?" She pulled another stake out. Threw it like a dagger with her good
hand.
He moved but not fast
enough. The stake buried itself in his
shoulder. He roared in pain as he pulled
it out. "Close." He threw it hard, but she caught it.
"Patsy." She said as she moved closer again.
He kept to her bad side. Made her defend herself with her injured
hand.
She kicked him into a wall
again and his wounded shoulder began to bleed more freely.
He growled and got up
slowly. "Let's finish this."
"Fine with
me." She spun blindingly fast and
kicked hard. He danced back just in time
to deflect most of the blow. But not
fast enough to stop her from taking another step. Her leg flashed out again but she suddenly
stumbled. The stake clattered away as
her foot slid in his blood. She tried to
correct but he was already there, grabbing her and spinning her so that her
back was against him. He held her
close. She couldn't get fighting
room. He could smell her. Her perfume, her blood pulsing, her own
scent. "Goodbye, Slayer."
She went slack in his
arms. Didn't fight him as his teeth
touched her skin. Didn't move as he
stood there, her jugular inches from his mouth.
He pulled away.
She didn't move.
He eased his grip on her
shoulders.
"Just do it." Her voice was ragged. Ancient and weary. "Do it.
But don't turn me."
He leaned in again and opened
his mouth. Then stopped. There was no pain. He could feed. Off of a slayer. He remembered the rush from the first slayer
he'd killed. This would be his
third.
He could be the vampire that
took down Buffy.
He suddenly pushed her
away.
She fell to her knees and looked
up at him.
He walked away from her, then
turned and sat down on the stairwell. He
could feel his whole body trembling. This was what he had longed for. To be free.
To be a true vampire again. And
what did he do with it? Nothing. He couldn't do a thing. This snip of a girl had neutered him more
truly than any chip. "Damn
you!"
She heard him. Her look was one of shock.
"You've taken
everything. Everything. And there's nothing left in its place. It's all empty. Empty and angry and useless." He stood up and walked over to the stake she'd
dropped.
He tossed it to her. She caught it without taking her eyes off
him.
He knelt down in front of
her. "I'm nothing. Nothing because of you. I gave up everything that made me who I
am. Dru.
Killing. Everything. For you.
And for what? To end up here,
like this?" He pulled up her
hand. "I don't want this
anymore."
He let go of her hand and watched
her eyes. Refused to look at the stake,
didn't want to see it slash down.
"Do it fast."
Her eyes were cold, full of
pain. Dead. He let his face go back to the human
form. He wanted to touch her and hated
himself for it. "Just do it."
For a second he saw hatred in
her eyes. He didn't look away. Wouldn't give her that.
But she didn't move. The seconds ticked away and she didn't
strike.
"Do it then," he
whispered. "Or do you want your bloody
lapdog to do some tricks before you put him down?"
She set the stake on the
ground and looked down. "We're
quite a pair."
"What?"
She looked up. Her eyes brimmed with tears that she blinked
back fiercely. "You and me. A pair of losers."
"I don't know if I'd
call us losers."
"Then what the hell is
this?"
A new voice rang out. "Whatever it was supposed to be, it's
going to become your execution."
They both turned. A large vampire stood watching them. Five others came through the door and stood
behind him.
"If you don't mind,"
Spike said, "I think we're having a breakthrough here and you're putting a
damper on it."
The leader sneered. "You chose the wrong place to have it,
traitor."
"That's such a negative
word." Spike rose in one fluid
motion and saw Buffy do the same. He
looked at her wrist. "Sorry about
that," he whispered.
She nodded. "And the shoulder."
"It'll heal. But I'm still up for a fight. How about you?"
"Oh yeah." She smiled at him.
In all his life, he'd never
seen an eviler smile. The other vampires
didn't stand a chance.
A moment later, Spike waved
dust away from his face. "Uh, Buff,
you think you could aim some other direction next time? Don't fancy dust in the hair if it's all the
same to you."
Buffy seemed to be fighting a
smile as she jammed her stake back into her jeans, wincing as her wrist no
doubt protested the overly macho stunt.
"Hurts?" Spike
asked as he tried to stuff a piece of his shirt into the shoulder wound.
"It'll be ok. Here.
Let me." She tore a longer
strip and tied the pad into place.
He reached out then
stopped. She didn't look up at him. "What the hell," he said as he let
his hand drop onto her hair. He stroked
it softly and felt her relax slightly.
"I'm in love with you."
"I know."
He stared down at her
head. "It's all different
now."
It took her a long time to
answer. "Yeah."
"I'll make you
proud. You'll see."
She pulled him to her and
kissed him fiercely, then let him go.
"I suppose, when the big moments come, you will make me
proud." She backed up, shaking her
head. "But every other second
you'll be a pain in the ass."
"Will not."
"Will too." She walked out of the house.
He hurried to catch up to
her. "Hold on."
She stopped. "What now?"
"Something I've been
meaning to do." He leaned in and
kissed her as hard as she'd kissed him.
"I never get to go first."
"Is it a contest
now?"
"Always will be if I
know us. And I think I do." He let his arm drop around her
shoulders. "You and me kid. We're some team."
She just sighed.
"You're still not
completely on board with this." He
tightened his grip. "But you'll
fall for me. You wait and see."
She surprised him by wrapping
her arm around his waist. "Let's
just concentrate on being Sunnydale's most dysfunctional couple for a while,
ok?"
"Whatever you want,
pet. Whatever you want."
He felt a rush of pure joy
fill him as Buffy's arm tightened around him.
He was so happy he almost didn't notice the litter of kittens playing in
the bushes.
"Do it and I will stake
you."
Spike kept walking. He had more important things to do. Like walking his lady home. His lady.
He glanced at Buffy.
She looked up at him. "What's wrong?"
Her eyes were still
distant. But they weren't quite as flat,
as dead. In fact, they looked a little
bit peaceful. He grinned at her. "Wrong?
Not a bloody thing, luv."
He didn't even mind when she
rolled her eyes and said, "Let me rephrase...a total pain in the
ass."
FIN