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Chapter 8 Ghosts and Stalkers

“What the hell?” Buffy gasped, when she turned on the light in their bedroom. Everything from Buffy’s dresser drawers had been tossed around the room like confetti.

“Bloody hell,” Spike swore as he picked up one of Buffy’s bras off the floor.

Buffy straightened herself and looked sternly around the room, “Alright Casper! That’s it! What the hell did I ever do to you?”

They waited a minute looking around the room, and— nothing. Aside from the mess, nothing seemed unusual. Spike started picking up Buffy’s things, putting them in neat little piles on their bed, “I don’t know how you wanna arrange this stuff, Love,” he paused looking around, “You know, something like this… I think something must’ve pissed our ghost off. Trouble is, what?”

Buffy joined him and started putting things away, “Clearly she has something against me. Have you noticed none of this is yours?”

He straightened up with a shrug, “Seems our ghost has a fixation.”

“Joy…”

It wasn’t until they had nearly everything put away that Buffy noticed Spike’s poetry journal sitting out amongst the last of her items on the loveseat. The book was laying open haphazardly to a page on which Spike had drawn a picture of Buffy. The picture had been torn in half, “Well whatever is going on, she is starting to piss me off. I liked that picture,” Buffy grumbled.

“I can always draw another one, Love,” Spike looked around the room again and sighed dramatically, “I think that’s the last of it.”

“I’m getting ready for bed. Hopefully our ghost is too pooped to spook after all this,” she muttered, frowning at the room.

“One could hope… I’ve still got plans for you.”

She took a few steps towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck, “What kind of plans?”

“Three guesses…”

Buffy ran a hand down the front of his jeans, “Pretty sure I only need one,” she purred.

“You feeling up to it?”

“If we take it nice and easy,” she added as she reached for the light switch.

The two of them started kissing tenderly. Buffy opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. Spike let out a moan of approval as she ran her hands under his shirt, practically ripping it off of him. He went to grab her at the waist but stopped himself.

“What’s wrong?” she panted.

“I was going to throw you down on the bed but I don’t want to hurt you.”

She paused, then smirked, “I have an idea, but you’re going to have to lose those,” she said, gesturing to his pants.

Spike scrambled to comply, “Thought you’d never ask.”

Buffy pushed him up against the side of the large fireplace, trailing rough kisses along his neck, chest, and stomach. She continued down until she found the prize she’d been looking for and took his cock into her mouth. She worked her mouth over the length of his shaft taking him deeply. The tip of his cock nearly gagging her as he hit the back of her throat. Buffy focused on breathing through it, taking him further down her throat. She cupped his sack in her hand, applying pressure. Spike gasped as she did so. Without stopping, Buffy started removing her own clothes as best she could. She took a moment to catch her breath when she took off her shirt, she gave him a few more licks along his shaft, sucking the tip each time before withdrawing from him.

“Bed, now,” she gasped. Buffy stood up facing him. They kissed passionately as they made their way over to the bed.

As soon as she felt the back of her legs touch the bed Buffy laid back onto it, “Now, Spike!” She begged. But Spike just smirked. Instead of entering her soaked folds, he knelt down between her legs to pay back the favor. He licked a path up her slit, taking the bead of her clit into his mouth and sucking on it, making Buffy arc her head back, crying out in ecstasy. She dug her fingers into his hair as she felt herself getting close to the edge and pulled him up towards her. Spike complied feverishly kissing a trail up her body to her neck, pausing only to suck on one of her breasts before sliding his cock into her. He worked his way in slowly, careful not to put too much of his weight on her ribs. Buffy wrapped her leg around him, digging her heel into his ass and pulling him deeper into her with a growl of pleasure.

Spike increased his pace slightly and Buffy let out a moan, “Oh God, Spike! I need you!”

He thrust into her deeply, colliding with a bundle of nerves deep inside her and pairing it with a rough kiss she accepted in kind. It was impossible to tell where he ended and she began.

“I love you,” he murmured.

Buffy let out a little gasp, “William, I need you, kiss me…” she moaned as their lips met again. As they held the kiss, Spike twisted himself holding Buffy to him as they rolled to Buffy’s left side, “Hold me,” she whispered.

“I’m never letting you go, you’re mine,” he growled, kissing her again.

Buffy screamed in delight as she felt the first wave wash over her, “Spike!!!”

He rolled Buffy back onto her back. Buffy ran her leg over the back of his thigh. He sucked and nipped at her neck, driving hard into her and making her body quiver with the sensation.

Spike pumped into her with long fluid strokes, speeding up as she ran her fingernails down his back. Spike growled into a kiss. Buffy screamed again as Spike reached his own climax spilling into her with a pulsating force, sending her over the edge once again.

He paused letting Buffy catch her breath then started gliding inside of her once again quickly picking up speed. “Oh god Spike, what— ahh!”

Buffy gripped his arms digging her nails into his skin as he drove into her harder and faster, determined to make her cum again. Spike kept up the pace as he reached for one of her nipples, squeezing until he pushed her over the edge for the final time.

Spike kissed her one last time before collapsing down on the bed next to her. “God I missed that,”

“Come here,” Buffy moaned playfully.

“Again?”

“No, I just wanna feel you next to me.”

“You won’t get any complaints here, you want to get under the covers?”

“Do I have to move?” She joked.

“I got this, Pet,” he said grinning as he got up, pulled the covers back as far as possible. Buffy giggled as he picked her up. He laid her back down on the bed and pressed himself to her ensuring as much contact as possible. He pulled the covers over the two of them. Buffy adjusted so she was laying on her left side with her back pressing into Spike. She loved feeling his cool skin pressed against her.

Spike started running his fingers lightly along her arm and down her side tracing her curves with his fingers. “How do you feel?” He murmured into her ear.

“Like the man I love just gave me three intense orgasms.”

He brought his hand back up to gently caress her arm, he brushed her breast as his hand went to her ribs. “How do they feel?”

“Alright.” Buffy said, relaxing into the feel of his hand on her.

“Is that right?” His hand ran down between her legs and she relaxed allowing him access as he massaged her already sensitive area. She let out a little gasp as he continued rubbing her gently. As he sped up she moaned in delight.

“God, I love that sound,”

Buffy moaned again, on purpose this time, spurring him on. She could feel him hardening as she pressed into him, “William—“

“ENOUGH!” Came a shrieking voice. “William should have been mine! You’ve ruined him!!! Ruined!!!” The voice of a hysterical girl screamed.

Spike threw back the covers and they both sat up looking around. The wispy figure of the girl was once again standing by the desk, this time looking more like Ophelia in the fourth act.

“Spike…”

“I see her too— don’t—“

“Lies!” The ghost streaked again “You could have been mine! You should have been mine! Sweet sensitive William…” with the last words she faded away to nothing.

“You want to explain?” Buffy asked reproachfully.

Spike sputtered, “I- I… I don’t know her. I don’t think I know her…” he looked at her horror struck.

Buffy softened her tone, “She’s calling you ‘William’, do you think you could have known her when you were alive?”

“I- oh come on now… it’s not like I was some kind of a lady’s man. I didn’t really- hang on a tick…” Spike got up and hastily pulled on his boxers and t-shirt, then he strode over to the light switch, “Shield your eyes, Love.”

Buffy did so as he flipped on the light and went to the roll top desk. “You said you saw her here the last time too, yeah?”

“Yeah, I did.” Now Buffy got out of bed, she grabbed her underwear and a nightgown, throwing it on as she walked over to Spike and the desk “What are you thinking?”

“I’m not sure… I sort of have trouble remembering a lot of things from my life. Not like it’s all a blank or anything, just bits are a little jumbled. Remember when we got here and I said the place seemed familiar?”

“Yeah.”

“What if the reason I was having such a hard time placing it was because I was here when I was alive? Before the more extensive renovations were done.”

“Meaning everything is completely different…” she nodded, looking around the room, “Ok let’s run with that. What’s this part about her thinking you should have been her’s?”

“No idea…”

“Super freaky ghost lady has the hots for my man and some serious jealousy problems with me, I want to know what to do about it.”

Spike opened the desk and started rummaging through it. Aside from a stationary set and a few extra pens it was relatively empty. “There’s got to be something here,” Spike growled. He slammed a fist down on top of the desk and a little door on the side fell open, “Bloody hell… knew there had to be something!” He grinned.

Buffy watched as Spike fished inside the desk and pulled out a small stack of old envelopes and a very small thin book that could easily fit inside a pocket. Spike took up the little book.

The light in the room flickered, “Getting warm, am I?” He flicked it open. “What the…” inside he found his own neat writing, “Bloody hell…” he whispered.

“What is it?”

Without speaking, Spike handed the tiny book over to her. She also recognized his handwriting instantly, the poems inside were short and simple. Rudimentary really, but there was a sweetness in them as well. “How did-“

“I’m not sure. I had a bunch of those tiny things, used ‘em like notepads… must have dropped it or-“ he trailed off as he picked up the first of the letters and started to read:

Dearest William,

I am simply overwrought. I have not received responses to my first two letters. I know you have been in contact with my brother. Walter thinks I'm being silly, writing to you at all after uncle's ball. Perhaps I am being too forward. I can't imagine what you must think of me. I'm certain you must know I felt something stir within me the night we danced. You must have felt it too. I've kept the poetry you dropped for me on the dance floor. Though we only just met, I know they must have been for me…

Spike stopped reading, "Bloody hell…"

The second and third letters were very similar. With the exception that they got gradually more intense. The fourth one however was completely different.

My Sweet William,

As I'm sure you know I have been visiting with my uncle for my health. I do enjoy the views here. The doctors say I'm addled but I know I'm simply in love. Staying here in the very place we shared our first dance has brought you closer to me.

My dear William, you will never believe what that horrible Walter is saying! He keeps insisting you have gone missing, presumed dead! They say your poor sweet mother is gone too. My heart simply can not bare the shock. I'm certain he must be lying. He would say anything to keep me from you.

As your friend I can't imagine why. I do know Walter must be the reason I haven't received any reply from you. My dear sweet William, I really must hear from you the very moment this reaches you in London. If I do not hear from you. If you truly are gone, I am certain I must do myself an injury. I must see you. I simply can't bear living in a world without you, my dearest William.

Forever yours, in love,

Eliza

"Bloody hell…"

"You keep saying that," Buffy said irritatedly.

Keeping the envelopes in his hand, he thrust the letters at her, "I huhh… I never knew it had gotten so bad. Her brother was tampering with her mail alright. I asked him to…" the lights flickered again. "I only asked you to dance the first time because he asked me to! The second time was just to be nice. Never thought you'd go off your nut!" The lights flickered again and the painting above the fireplace slammed against the wall."Oh sod off you nutter! I'm not even the same guy you met at that stupid ball anyway and it's not because of Buffy so lay off! In case it's escaped your notice, I'm a sodding vampire!" The lights flickered again. "Bloody brilliant."

"I think it's story time Spike, what do you know?"

"Yeah, Love, I remember the girl. Barely, but I do."

A wailing sound ripped through the castle.

"Spike, Honey…" Buffy said softly.

"Yeah alright. The uncle of an old schoolmate owned this place back in the day. Guy threw a big party, a ball. Mother and I hadn't really been out in public much since my father died, so Walter insisted his uncle invite us. We came. Had a tedious evening and were back in London before we knew it."

"So what happened at the ball?"

"Nothing really. Walter comes up to me. Says his little sis's dance card is empty, could I ask her to dance. So I did, as a favor to him. Later on I see the girl doin the wallflower bit so I figure, why not ask for a second dance?" He looked around the room and growled, "Didn't realize you'd think we were bloody betrothed! Yah loon!" He yelled to the room. He tore the envelopes still in his hand in half then, half again. He kept on tearing; the lights flickering with each rip of paper, "Oh go moan somewhere else, Myrtle…" he mumbled tossing the bits of paper into the unlit fireplace. "Anyway, apparently that was my mistake… that and I must have dropped my sodding notebook!" He yelled again.

Buffy covered his hand with hers, "Go on…"

Spike took a deep breath, "Mum and I were back in London, maybe a week or two, before I got a letter from the girl. She's going on about the evening and what all… What you got to understand here, Love, is that I was a by-the-book society type back then. Trying desperately to fit in. A young girl like that, writing to a man like me, was taboo. I did what any decent guy would. I told her brother." Spike shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "I ah, I got one more letter a couple weeks after that. Could tell she wasn't right, but I didn't know how bad it was. Didn't want a scandal. Mother hadn't been well since we left Scotland. She'd become housebound by then. So naturally I told Walter she'd written to me again. Asked him to put an end to it, and keep an eye on the girl. She didn't seem well. Apparently she just kept writing and good old Walter just intercepted them and took her back to Scotland when she didn't stop. Look at the date on that last one, that's over three months after I met Dru. We weren't even in London anymore. She probably stayed in Faith's room, and her brother stowed her letters in the desk there."

"Which explains why she didn't bother anyone else, and why she hates me so much."

"Just imagine how she'd have felt if you hadn't got hurt. We'd probably been shagging most of the time. God I miss Paris."Buffy punched him in the arm.

"Ouch…" he rubbed his arm but grinned, "Alright, so how do we get rid of Eliza the crazy ghost?" The windows rattled and the dresser drawers shook.

"Try explaining you're dead?" Buffy shrugged.

"How's that one for ya Eliza? You do realize what I meant when I said I'm a vampire right?" he changed his face for her, "Been a vampire for a long time now. Before you even wrote that last letter."

"I can see you, you have a soul" Eliza’s disembodied voice hissed.

"You're right, he does" Buffy spoke up, "Why don't you tell her why you're unique among vampires, Honey."

"I went and got my soul back. I fought for it, for her, for love. What I want to know is how you can see my soul. I've been a ghost, that wasn't one of the perks. So what were ya, huhh? Maybe a Seer?"

There was a loud shriek, as some of Buffy's things started to fly out of the dresser and the wardrobe doors slammed, "Hey! We just cleaned up your last mess!" She yelled at the ghost as she rushed over to her dresser.

"I never asked for a bloody stalker!" Spike grumbled as he helped Buffy.

"Well on the up side, I guess you know what it's like now," Buffy huffed as she fought to tuck her things back into the drawer, "You did get pretty stalkery…" she said to Spike, "that whole shrine thing… and Buffy-Bot, I mean seriously... Why I'm I with you again?" She teased as she continued to fight with the dresser.

"Oh very funny, Slayer," Spike huffed.

The bottom drawer shot out, suddenly knocking Buffy hard in the shins, "Ouch! That's it!"

Spike helped Buffy to her feet, "You alright?"

"Fine, this bitch has got to go. Giles?" She suggested.

"Sure, seeing as I got nothing. Bird's not gonna listen to reason that's for sure. I never even responded to any of her letters and she was still obsessed…"

With that, things started flying out of both Buffy and Spike's dresser drawers. Spike caught a pair of jeans in the face. "Thanks! Could use these!" He yelled. He held them up triumphantly just as a pillow hit him in the back of the head.

Buffy scanned the room and had managed to grab the yoga capris she had been wearing earlier when the rest of the throw pillows started to fly around the room. Ducking with their arms over their heads, they ran for the door. They yanked it open together, slamming it behind them in the hall. Faith came out holding a small ax, "What the hell is going on?"

"Spike's old stalker…" Buffy gasped, pulling her yoga pants on under the little nightgown.

Faith dropped her arm carrying the ax and set it down, "You want to repeat that?"

The door started to rattle as though someone was trying to get through, "Giles, now. Talk later." Spike said just as he realized he had a pair of Buffy's jeans instead of his. He swore as he threw them down on the floor.

Faith looked at the jeans and back up at him, smirking at his boxers. These ones were printed with beer bottles and shot glasses. "Fine, I'm in… damn, and here I thought you two were just making up for lost time."

"Started out that way," Spike said ruefully as they made their way down one floor.

As they ran through the library Buffy gaped at Faith, "You seriously thought ALL of that was us?"

"Well how was I to know our shy little ghost was Spike's crazy ex?" Faith retorted as they crossed through the training room.

"She bloody well was not my ex- bugger all!" He growled and headed up the second staircase to Giles's room.

Spike reached the door first and knocked loudly, Buffy stepped in front of him just as Giles opened the door, "What's this all about?" Giles asked groggily. He was dressed for bed and his hair was tussled.

"Our ghost is wrecking our room,"

"Bitch is insane… stuff flying all over the sodding place," Spike huffed as he pushed past Giles. He sat down in a chair holding his head in his hands still only wearing a t-shirt and boxers.

Giles hitched a thumb over his shoulder at him and gave Buffy a quizzical look as she and Faith followed Spike into the spacious room. "We'll explain everything," Buffy responded.

"I just don’t understand how this could have happened—“ Spike groused.

"Don't you dare start that," Buffy said, perching on the arm of Spike's chair.

"I just mean, I know I did everything I was supposed to do. And yet the girl still killed herself because I didn't respond to her letters. Instead I asked her brother to stop her from sending more…"

"It’s, not your fault!" Buffy argued.

"What's this about?" Giles asked.

Buffy launched into the story of Eliza and her obsession with Spike.

Giles frowned, cleaning his glasses, "Have you anything to add, Spike?"

"No, that about covers it… not much to it. I didn't even know she had kept writing after that second one. I just figured Walter talked her round, made her realize I'd only meant to be nice." Spike sighed as he scratched the back of his neck.

Giles replaced his glasses, "Anything you could be forgetting from the ball? It was a long time ago, could you have possibly said something that she may have misinterpreted as an advance or interest?"

Spike shook his head in frustration, "I highly doubt it. I was a proper little ponce, always trying to do the right thing. I was there with my mum for Pete's sake. I imagine I thanked her for the dance, probably said some overly polite toft and that was it."

"What about the notebook?" Buffy remembered excitedly, "You dropped your notebook!"

"Oh right, it was in with the letters. The daft little bird wrote about it in one of them, saying I'd left it for her. I bloody well didn't, must've dropped the damn thing and she picked it up."

"Anything significant in there?" Giles asked.

Buffy shrugged, she shot a quick look at Spike and turned back to Giles, "Not really, it was mostly incomplete ideas. The few full poems I saw were pretty unremarkable, nothing like what he's been writing lately," she said, giving Spike's shoulder a squeeze.

"In that case I agree with Buffy, you did everything a man in your position could have done per social norms of the time." Giles said with a nod.

"Sodding rules…" Spike grumbled.

Giles shifted his body into a more comfortable position, "Yes, quite. So what seems to be the trouble?"

"Like we said when we came in; she’s wrecking the place, stuff flying everywhere."

Buffy leaned forward, “It’s not just mine now either, she's just as pissed at Spike now too."

"I wonder what set her off,” Faith mused.

"Oh we think we know," Buffy shifted guilty, Spike smirked.

"Ahh yes, no need to go into that then,” Giles said quickly.

"The question is how do we stop it?" Buffy asked.

Giles thought for a moment, "We could try a general removal spell, however without a witch… if she has grown stronger, we might need to weaken her first somehow."

Spike stood up and snapped his fingers, "That's it, Rupert. When I was a ghost the only thing I had was my will. That's how ghosts manipulate things. Emotion, passion, anger… The only way I beat the Reaper was because I had enough willpower to do it."

Giles waved a dismissive hand, "Now isn't the time for poetry."

"That wasn't poetry. I was being literal; he called himself the Reaper. Git was sending souls to hell in his place, tried to send yours truly. It's a long story. What I'm saying is poetry is exactly what we need right now, don't you get it? That's how we break her will."

"By reading her some of your newer poetry… He might be right, it's worth a shot. Spike can read to her, try to wear her down and then you, Faith, and I perform the spell. Easy as pie."

"Only one problem," Spike interjected.

"That is?" Giles inquired.

"Those poems are personal, I never intended anyone to read them except maybe Buffy. You're practically her father… it's—" Spike cut off looking sheepish.

Buffy cleared her throat, "So read one of the less, you know…intimate, ones. What about the 'Spark' one?"

Spike shifted uncomfortably, "It's… it's not very… it's short for starters… it's personal…"

"It's a good place to start. If it works, it works. Remember, this was your idea."

"Worth a shot," Faith yawned unapologetically, "Let's do this so we can all get some sleep."

"Faith, the book we need should be on the shelf behind you just there, the green. Ahh yes," he said as she handed it to him. He opened the book to the page, running a finger down the text, "Right, we should have everything here. I'll gather the supplies."

The room was a wreck when they returned but at least nothing was moving. Eliza seemed to have tired herself out. One good thing was that since they had been traveling, neither Buffy or Spike really had much to throw around and most of the weapons they had with them were in the training room.

Faith had gone upstairs to check on the girls who were thankfully in bed. By the time she got back into the room Giles and Buffy almost had everything set up. Spike bounced on his heels nervously with his poetry journal in his hand. To Giles' great relief, Spike had taken a moment to put on a pair of pants. Spike pulled out the small notebook he had dropped so many years ago. He looked it over again. If he thought his most recent work was maudlin at best then these were pure garbage. He scoffed as he looked them over. Then he had another idea.

"Rupert?"

Giles looked up from the book he was looking over, "Humm?"

"Think it's possible she might have attached herself to this stuff?" Spike asked as he picked up the letters and the little notebook.

"If they were significant enough, then yes."

He held up the final letter, "This one is pretty much a suicide note, and this is the notebook I dropped, she got so attached to. Burning them should do the trick, yeah?"

"If she is in fact using one of these as an anchor then yes, it would certainly help break her hold on this plain."

He walked over to turn on the gas fireplace and the flames rose. Spike watched the flames as they caught the envelopes he'd thrown in earlier and threw the letters in on top, "Right then. Buffy? You see my lighter about?"

Buffy looked around, but Faith was faster, "Over there B, behind you," Buffy nodded her thanks and went to get it then tossed it over to Spike.

"Cheers, Love," he shoved both the notebook and the lighter in his back pocket.

"Alright now, everyone knows what they're doing? Yes?"

Buffy and Faith nodded from opposite sides of the room. Faith was nearest the door while Buffy stood between the two dressers. Giles took up a spot between the now empty wardrobe and the bed directly across from the fireplace. Spike stood in the center of the room between the bed and the sitting area.

He huffed "My cue then," he said softly, then in a louder voice he addressed the ghost, "Eliza, you around? You got an idea of what my mates and I are up to?"

The painting above the mantle gave a feeble knock against the wall.Spike nodded, "There's a lot here I still don't quite understand. Like how you could have taken two dances and a dropped notebook so far out of context to believe there was actually something between us. Those poems you found were never for you. They weren't for anyone..."

"Why are you lying?" Eliza whailed.

"I'm really not. You remember those little ditty's you picked up?"

Eliza materialized in between him and the sitting area. She wasn't just a see through wisp of a ghost now. Now that she was more solid and closer to him he could see her more clearly. Her blue eyes bulged slightly making them look almost too large for her thin face. Her very long blonde hair laid in a lank braid over her shoulder partially concealing her neck. As she turned he could see the shadow of ligature marks around her throat as though she must have hanged herself.

"I have each precious word memorized," she answered wistfully.

"Those weren't even finished poems, they were ideas and scribbling. I can prove it to you," he held up his red poetry journal, "May I?"

"Oh please William, I'd love to hear more." Eliza nodded.

"I'm not so sure you will, Eliza. You see, everything in this book here that's even remotely meaningful is about or for that woman over there," he pointed over to Buffy with the journal, "I'm here in this castle for her, not you. I didn't even know you were here. I'm making a life with her. These poems in my hand are for her, they are about her!"

Eliza glared towards Buffy and turned her attention back to Spike, “William?” Her voice sounded oddly distant.

Giles gave Buffy and Faith a nod to light their candles and the herbs he'd given them, before doing the same himself. He gave Buffy another nod gesturing towards Spike to start reading. While Giles started chanting.

Spike started to pace until he caught Buffy's eye, "You know what Eliza, I'm just going to read one. This is for you Buffy…" he opened his journal to the poem Buffy had suggested.

"It's not a flame, rather a spark,

I carry for my love in this dark.

Endless days and desolate nights;

Devoid of my love to make it right.

A spark of life, a flame that burns,

For her soul next to mine I yearn.

The spark that burns in the light,

Only for her, does my soul burn bright." Spike finished with a sigh.

"That was beautiful, William…" she said weakly.

"I don't know about 'beautiful' but it's definitely for her. I never wrote so much as a syllable for you, Eliza," he held up the tiny notebook and lit it on fire then threw it through Eliza and into the fireplace. There was a gasping wail that went through the room, but otherwise nothing was disturbed.

"I'd say that did something," Faith said.

Eliza's eyes widened. She opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out. Giles started reciting the incantation louder. The candle flames shot up a few inches and somehow withstood the sudden gust of wind that blew around the room like a small tornado. Eliza screamed as the wind settled around and turned into a bright light.

Spike watched as she screamed soundlessly. Her mouth formed the syllables of his name. She screamed as the light grew brighter around her. It seemed to transform her somehow. Suddenly she stopped screaming, her arms fell to her sides. The light grew brighter still and just as Giles finished the incantation, everything stopped. The brilliant light surrounding Eliza evaporated into nothing, taking her along with it.

Spike turned towards Buffy, he held his arms out. She looked around the room, "I told you that poem was a good place to start. Good thinking on the notebook," she said, going to him.

"I need a bloody drink…" Spike groaned.

"Here, here!" Giles agreed, "Well done, Spike."

"Gee, eh, cheers, Rupert," Spike said skeptically, but pleased with the compliment.

Faith pulled out a fresh bottle of whiskey and four glasses, pouring each of them a shot, "To expelling crazy ass ghost,"

"Cheers," Spike intoned.

"Cheers," the others echoed.

Buffy set her glass down and looked around the room, "Why do these things always have to make such a mess of everything?"

Spike snorted, "Keeps life interesting don't it…" he poured himself another drink and downed it, "Chin-up, Love, we'll get it sorted."

"Again…"

***

An hour later Buffy collapsed onto the bed gingerly. They had got nearly everything cleaned up but there was still work to do. Spike looked up at her, “We don’t have to finish this tonight, Love. It’s been a long one. Hell even I’m knackered.” He pulled aside the curtain a few inches, “No wonder too. Sun will be up in another hour or so.”

“That’s only because it comes up super early here.”

Spike set down the last of his things in a small pile on one of the chairs. He walked over to his side of the bed pulling off his shirt as he went, “Come on, Slayer, I know you’ve got plans with Faith today. A little rest is better than none,” he pulled the covers down and climbed into bed, patting the space next to him.

Buffy eyed the spot on the bed then looked around the room, “You’ve convinced me,” she said as she crawled in next to him. He wrapped an arm around her as she pressed close to him feeling safe. “Spike?”

“Hum?”

“I love you…” she murmured sleepily.

“Love you too.”

Chapter 9 Awkward Moments

Buffy yawned as she entered Faith’s room later that morning with a cup of tea and some toast she had snagged from the kitchen. As she looked around, Buffy marveled at how simple the room was. A full sized bed, dresser, vanity, a wardrobe, night stand and a large comfortable blue saucer-chair made up the furniture. It was also cleaner than she had expected.

Although Buffy had seen Faith’s room from the door a number of times, this was really the first time she had actually been inside. The room was painted a light blue with white trim. The rest of the room was done in light blue and gray tones with lots of black and white accents. Faith had decided to use weaponry to decorate the walls. A pair of swords and a large crossbow were mounted above the headboard.

Afraid she wouldn’t be able to get out of the big round chair without hurting herself, Buffy opted for a seat on the edge of the bed, “So what’s up?”

“I need date night help.”

“Show me what we have to work with.”

Faith opened her wardrobe revealing a variety of tops and only one very plain black dress, suitable for a funeral. “What you see is pretty much it. The dresser just has jeans and workout gear. Practical stuff.”

“Okay… so it’s a lot less ‘Joan Jett’ than I was expecting but I’m sure there’s something here,” Buffy started shifting hangers, “Faith, I don’t really see the problem. You have at least five tops here that would be perfect for first date drinks. He’s taking you to a local pub not a five-star restaurant,” Buffy pulled out a fitted black top with lace sleeves and lace running across the shoulders, “This one is perfect, just add the right necklace and you’ll be all set.”

“I don't really have any.”

“Then I guess we’re going shopping.”

Faith sighed, “These girls are great and all, but I was really looking forward to having a day off. Not like they all go on these little outings anyway but it’s still a break.”

“So we don’t stick with the group. Giles will understand. It’ll be the first time we’ve been shopping since…”

“Before everything got so screwed up…”

“Come full circle haven’t we?”

“Does that mean we’re friends?”

“I don’t know about friends, Faith, but we’re definitely vital to each other and you definitely belong here. We’re in this together and in my book I guess that sort of makes us family. Pretend cousin thing notwithstanding,” Buffy shrugged.

“Really?”

“Unless you don’t feel the same.”

“I… is that freaky or what? I mean the cousin thing felt sort of… weirdly natural.”

“Yeah… it’s weird, but somehow it fits, right? They say you don’t get to choose your family, but that’s never really been the case for me. I say family is what you make it.”

“I never had that, made up or otherwise. I think I kinda like it. Thanks, B,” she cleared her throat, “Well I guess that means we better get a move on. Giles is gonna wanna leave soon, he promised the girls lunch in town.”

“Yeah, you know I’m totally avoiding that,” Buffy said frankly.

“We’ll hitch a ride with them there, hit a few shops, and walk home.”

“Perfect, I’m starting to feel a little cooped-up, it’s been so nice the last few days,” Buffy said with a sigh, looking out the window.

Faith followed her gaze, looking out over the grounds, it really was shaping up to be a great day.

*****

Buffy and Faith made their way through the people on the sidewalk. This section of town was full of small shops Buffy was excited to check out. She hadn’t been shopping since she got Spike his new hooded motorcycle jacket in Paris.

They had already been to a few but hadn’t had much luck yet. This shop was different from the others. It reminded Buffy of The Magic Box only with clothing and jewelry instead of the extensive collection of occult books Giles had kept. Otherwise it was very similar.

A middle aged woman with black hair streaked with gray and bright blue eyes greeted them, “Good day, ladies. Is there anything I can help you find?”

“I think jewelry mainly. She has a big date tonight and nothing to go with the outfit,” Buffy explained.

“We’ll probably just take a look around,” Faith dismissed.

“We have plenty of unique jewelry. Most of it is here on the display. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” Buffy said as she started to browse.

Faith turned to the jewelry display and picked up a silver necklace with a delicate stylized dagger hanging from it. She took it over to show Buffy. “That’s surprisingly pretty, it would go great with that top.”

“I think I’m going to get it…” she paused looking at the necklace, “Do you think I’m wasting my time?” she asked Buffy.

Buffy looked up from the dress he was looking at, “Shopping?”

“Well that, but…”

“Callum?”

“Yeah… I don’t know…”

Buffy followed Faith over to another clothing rack, “Look Faith. Here’s what I think, honest opinion: You got burned on Robin and I think Spike was right.”

“Figured you’d side with him,” she said as she held up an interesting semi-sheer black tunic top with silver threads woven into the fabric.

“Well yeah, if you like the guy then it’s worth taking the risk. You won’t know until you try. And if you don’t get that top I will, that’s super cute,” she said as she continued looking through the clothing rack. Buffy pulled out a dark purple top with black laces up the front and down the short sleeves, “What do you think about this one?”

“Here, let’s trade.”

“In case there’s a second date?”

“I can’t help but feel like I’m not cut out for this, Buffy. What happens when I tell him about, you know, everything?”

“Everything? Slayer stuff and all? You really like this guy huh?”

Faith glanced up at the shopkeeper who had suddenly paused as she rearranged the display case. The woman picked something up off the floor and quickly resumed working. Faith dropped her voice, “Yeah… What if it all sends him screaming? What if it doesn’t and it gets him hurt or worse? I can’t…. Buffy I can’t let Callum get hurt because of me. I just can’t…” Faith turned around looking at a display of herbs.

“We would never let that happen, Faith. You know that right? You, me, Spike, the rest of the gang, it’s our job to protect people and we’re damn good at it. Besides, look at Xander, he’s been in at least as many scrapes with me as Spike, maybe more, and he’s still in one piece, mostly… ok maybe not the best example.”

“Eyepatch says a lot, but I guess you sort of have a point. I really like this guy, Buff.” Faith pulled out a silky green halter top with a raven printed on it and handed it to her, “Here’s a sexy little thing.”

“Oh I like that, give me,” she smiled. “Maybe I’ll try out that massive bathtub tonight.”

“Just remember that I use that tub too.”

“What do you think I’m going to do in there?”

Faith gave her a knowing look, “I’m not worried about what you’d do solo. It’s more like what would happen if your boy-toy is involved” she smirked.

“Dirty… like you’d never try it out if Callum was a willing participant.”

“Sure I would… I’d also remember the cleaner is under the sink.”

Buffy laughed, “Thanks for the tip.”

“What do you think of this?” Faith asked, holding up a simple little black sleeveless dress.

“You need it. You need a little hot in your wardrobe.”

“Fine, I’ll keep an eye out.”

They left the shop almost a half hour later. Buffy found a short skirt with thistles screen printed on the thigh for herself and talked Faith into a skirt and a second dress. They each picked out a few new tops and restocked the herbs they had used along with some Berber-weed for Spike. This had been Buffy’s favorite shop so far. After that they grabbed a quick bite to eat and hit a few more shops. Buffy grinned broadly as they exited a lingerie shop.

“Let’s check out the music store and head back, I think I’m about done,” Faith said, pointing across the street.

“Sure, why not.”

The bell over the door tinkled as they walked in. The store was deserted and there was a slight scuffling sound and a woman’s Scottish accent saying, “Sorry, customers. Won’t be a moment…” in a hushed tone before a very pretty middle aged woman with Asian features came out from behind a heavy beaded curtain. Her sleek black hair had a dyed streak of bright blue and was tied back in a messy bun. She also wore a tiny diamond stud in her nose. “Hello there, anything I can help you find?”

“Oh hello,” Buffy managed to say as she was trying to take in the scope of the store. She redirected her attention to the woman behind the counter, taking in her funky handmade name tag, “I don’t even know where to begin, Zara.”

“Nostalgia, man…” Faith breathed as she looked around the shop. It was full of records, tables of cassettes, CDs, and players of all kinds.

“No kidding, Spike and Giles would both get totally lost in here,” Buffy said as she picked up an album with Jim Morrison’s picture on the cover. She flipped it over and set it back down.

“Rupert Giles?” Zara interjected.

Buffy was taken aback, “Ah yeah, you know him?”

“For most of my life it seems. You seem a touch old to go to his school.”

“Actually we teach there,” Buffy gestured to herself and Faith.

“Oh my God, you must be Buffy and Faith. So nice to meet you!” She said enthusiastically as she offered to shake Buffy’s hand. “So what brings you in today?”

“Her really,” Buffy pointed to Faith.

“I’m just looking. Maybe get something for Gi- ah, Uncle Rupert’s record collection.”

“I happen to know his wishlist,” she winked.

Buffy had the sudden sinking feeling that it was Giles behind the beaded curtain. Faith must have had the same thought because she caught Buffy’s eye and turned back to the shop owner quickly, saying, “Yeah, sure. I’ll take something off his list, surprise him. What about you Buffy? Getting anything?”

Buffy hesitated, “Now you mention it, do you carry MP3 players?”

“Sure do, right over there in the case.”

Buffy went over to take a look, while Zara walked over to the record albums. She pulled one out and handed it to Faith, “Here’s one Rupe wants.”

“Works for me, thanks!”

As Buffy checked out, she heard Giles’s unmistakable voice coming from behind the curtain.

“Zara, darling, I—“ he said distractedly as he removed headphones from his ears. He looked up, startled, “Buffy, why hello, I hum… you’ve met my friend Zara then? Ah, Zara, this is Buffy and—“

“Ah yeah we met, she was super helpful…” Buffy said, and then wished she hadn’t sounded so dumb.

Zara covered the awkward moment that followed with a laugh, “I was nosie I’m afraid. They had said something about your music collection and I interjected. We sort of handled introductions on our own.”

Giles stammered slightly, “We were just having tea. The shop is normally rather quiet this time of day…”

“We sort of picked up on that,” Buffy smirked knowingly.

“Yes well, how is the shopping going?” He asked, trying to change the subject while he looked around until he finally spotted Faith.

“Cool it, Rupe,” Zara soothed as she gave him a smile.

“This is our last stop then we’re heading back,” Buffy answered, holding up her shopping bags realizing a moment too late that her lingerie bag, clearly marked with the shop’s rather evocative name, was front and center.

Giles cleared his throat trying to pretend he hadn’t noticed, “The girls only have another hour and a half before I’m set to meet them; are you sure you don’t want to get a ride back with us?”

“Nah, as soon as Faith is done we’re heading back.”

****** ****** ******

When they got back, Faith started to make her way upstairs before she noticed Buffy going in the opposite direction, “Aren’t you taking your stuff up?”

Buffy turned back towards her, “TV’s on, thought I’d see if Spike is in there.”

Faith shrugged, “Eh, what the hell…” she said, turning to follow Buffy.

Spike wasn’t in the great room. In fact only Addison and Ursula were there. Kissing and grinding on each other with such enthusiasm that they didn’t even notice when Faith and Buffy walked in.

Buffy cleared her throat loudly, “Ladies!”

The two young women looked up, startled. Fear flashed in Addison’s eyes as she looked around for her shirt. Ursula couldn’t have cared less about being caught. She coolly pulled Addison’s shirt off the back of the couch, handing it to her girlfriend.

Buffy continued, “Why don’t you two take that upstairs to your room? The other girls will be back in about an hour.”

With that, the two Level 4 girls rushed past them to the stairs giggling.

Buffy rolled her eyes, “I suppose they’re going to want to be assigned to the same city,” she asked as she turned towards the stairs.

Faith followed, “Yeah, Ursula already brought it up to me the other day, they want to live together.”

“I’ll talk to them about it, later.”

“Yeah, I don’t think you want to walk in on all that again,” Faith shook her head as they reached their floor.

Buffy placed a hand on her doorknob, “Nope, not even a little. I do however want to put these bags down and find my guy.”

She opened the door to find Spike sitting upside down on the loveseat with his legs hanging over the back. His eyes were closed and he had on Buffy’s earphones connected to her laptop listening to music. He was reminding her of Dawn when she was about seven. Buffy set her bags down on the bed and went over to sit down next to him. Spike jumped as he opened his eyes and took off one of the earphones with a start, “What the— bloody— oh, hey Babe. How was the whole bonding experience?”

“It was… actually a pretty good day. I don’t think we’re ever going to be best friends but we’re being civil and we’re getting along for the most part.”

“That’s something,” he answered and closed his eyes again, tapping the beat on his stomach.

“How was your day?”

“Uneventful unless you count walking in on the lovebirds going at it hard in the living room.”

“Ah yeah, I thought you were in there watching TV, boy was I wrong.”

“Intended to. Went down to grab a beer and walked in on them. Turned right around and came back up here. Hope you don’t mind; I downloaded some tunes onto your computer.”

“Nah, it’ll go perfectly with your gift.”

“A gift for me?” Spike removed the headphones and swung his legs around to sit-up in his seat, “What’s the occasion? It’s not my birthday, yet.”

Buffy frowned, “When is your birthday? Do vampires even celebrate birthdays?”

Spike gave her a puzzled look, “Personal preference I suppose. Dru always made a big thing about it.”

“So when is it?”

“August 20th, met Dru ‘round the same time. Original member of the 27 Club,” he shrugged.

Buffy sighed as she relaxed back in her seat, and stretched her legs over Spike’s lap, “Makes you a Leo. I can work with that.”

“What’s this about?” He asked her as she kicked off her shoes and they clunked to the floor.

“Nothing, just gathering all the pieces of the Spike-puzzle I’m going to need for this long-term-commitment thing we’re going for.”

Spike raised his eyebrows, “And birthdays are part of the whole ‘normal-heathy-relationship package’, that right?”

“Basically, yeah.”

“Well I do like presents,” he grinned a little as he spotted the bags sitting on the bed, “Am I allowed to see what you got?”

“You get one gimme”

“That fancy looking one there, the gimme?” He smirked as he ran his fingers down her hair, gliding along her shoulder and down her arm.

“Might be,” she grinned, catching his hand in hers.

“Does my girl have plans for me tonight?”

Buffy leaned in close teasing him with a kiss that didn’t quite connect, “I may have got some fancy bubble bath.”

“You don’t say? Anything else I should be looking forward to?”

“There might be one or two other little surprises.”

Spike let out a low little growl pulling her to him. Buffy responded with a happy sound of her own as she consented to the kiss. She slid easily into his lap as they continued kissing. They stayed like that for several minutes before breaking apart. Spike tapped her on the leg, “I need to eat before I start getting hostile.”

“You go, I’m pretty beat from last night, I think I’m going to take a nap.”

There was a knock at their bedroom door.

“Who goes there?” Spike asked gruffly.

Faith’s voice came through the door, “Are you two decent? Kinda filled my quota of interrupting people in the act today,”

“You’re good,” Buffy laughed.

Faith opened the door, “Right, at least you two are fully clothed.”

“Giles might have actually been having tea, we don’t know.”

“What’s this now? Mr. Stiff-upper-lip, got a special friend?”

“Unclear…”

“Don’t want to know, it’s just too weird,” Faith grumbled.

“So what’s up, for a girl with a hot date you’re awfully bad moody.”

“Nah, 5x5, B. Maybe a few butterflies but it’s cool. Giles and the girls just got back. Callum called.”

Buffy eyed her, “He didn’t cancel did he?”

“Huhh… no… kinda the opposite. He finished his day a little earlier than he thought he would and wanted to know if he could pick me up earlier, get something to eat.”

“But that’s a good thing right?”

“He’s going to be here in about an hour.”

“You better get ready then.”

“I was kinda hoping you might help me with my hair,”

Buffy shrugged, “Sure, how do you want it?” she asked skeptically. Faith never seemed to have any trouble doing her own hair, but Buffy was in a benevolent mood.

“Kinda what I need the help with.”

“I’ll be in.”

As Faith left the room, Buffy turned to Spike, “She is really in knots over this guy.”

“All been there. Not a guy, I just meant—”

Buffy laughed, “You know I’ve always kinda wondered about you and Angel.”

“Oh now you're going to get it,” he said as he pulled her tightly against him grinning. He wove his fingers firmly into her hair and kissed her roughly until he felt her knees start to give way.

“You were saying?”

“Wow…”

“Run along now, Slayer. You go, make friends.”

Buffy took a moment to shake the hormone induced fog from her mind, “Not just yet, I got you something you might want to play with.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Present time?”

“One.” Buffy walked over to the bed and pulled out the MP3 player she bought him. “Here, I got this for you.”

Spike opened the box and held it in his hands, “Buffy… first the jacket, now this. You know I—”

“Call it a belated birthday gift for last year.”

“Thanks for this, Pet,” he held the player up in his hand. “I’ll need to get some music loaded up.”

“You’re welcome. I better go help Faith,” she said, giving him a kiss, “I love you,” she murmured.

“Love you too, Slayer.”

They shared one last lingering kiss before Buffy made her way across the hall to Faith’s room. When she got there Faith had already changed into the black lace top Buffy had picked out and the new dagger necklace. Buffy pursed her lips at the jeans she still had on, “Are you sure about the jeans?”

Faith shrugged as she finished her eye makeup, “You think I should wear slacks?”

“No, I think you should wear that totally hot little skirt you found today.”

Faith rummaged through the bags she’d thrown into her big round chair and pulled out a blue skirt with a 3 inch wide panel of black leather on one side that was bordered with little silver studs running along the edge. “Don’t think it’s too much?”

“Any other guy and you wouldn’t even be asking that. No, you’ll leave him speechless.”

While Buffy plugged in the curling iron, Faith shrugged off the jeans and pulled on the skirt. The skirt hugged her curves well and made her feel a little like a rockstar.

“I think I have an idea for your hair; have a seat.”

Faith sat, allowing Buffy to start on her hair. Buffy had just started a small French braid on one side of Faith’s head starting at her temple when they heard a faint knock. They both looked up to see Ursula standing in the doorway, “Ehh Hallo, Faith, Buffy, I’m glad I caught you both,” she said with a slight German accent.

“Sure, what’s up Urs?” Faith asked.

“I just wanted to say thank you both for being so cool earlier. I know we probably shouldn’t have gotten carried away downstairs like that.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s fine. But you’re right, privacy is probably the best policy. I know you have to share a room with two other girls but still, do your best alright? Spike spent the day locked in our room so he wouldn’t disturb you.”

“Spike saw us too?”

“Ohh yeah,” Buffy nodded, “He’s way too cool to say anything though.”

“Please don’t tell Addy, she is already very shy about our relationship.”

“Course not,” Buffy said as she finished the little braid then reached for the curling iron.

“What’s this? Why the smoking outfit?”

“I got a date. You like?”

“If I were single… what shoes will you wear?” Ursula asked.

Faith pointed over to her regular boots. Ursula made a face, “No, not with that hot number. Size 8 right?”

“How’d you-“

“I have boots that will be much better, chunky wedge too, so they aren’t too bad in a fight either. I’ll get them,” Ursula ran upstairs and was back down before Buffy had finished the first curl with the curling iron.

Buffy paused, letting Faith pull them on, “Wow, these are surprisingly comfortable.”

“Not to mention totally hot? Who’s the lucky one getting the hot-girl special? It’s not that handyman guy is it?”

At the stunned look on Faith’s face Ursula laughed, “It is, isn’t it?”

“Can we just keep this quiet?”

“Sure, I owe you one anyway,” with that Ursula left to go back upstairs.

Buffy turned back to Faith and continued curling her hair, “Where’s he taking you tonight?”

“Some pub in town, ‘The White Rabbit’ I think he said.”

“Didn’t we pass it on our way back?”

“Yeah, I told him I could walk but he insisted on picking me up.”

“How chivalrous,” Buffy smirked.

“Is that what it is? Damn…”

Buffy laughed, “As strong as we are, sometimes it’s nice to be treated like a lady.”

Faith pressed her lips for a second, “Yeah don’t know, I mean there’s nice and then there’s… freaking annoying. I mean where’s the line?”

“That’s something you really need to work out between you two.”

“How’d you and Spike do it?”

“Oh no, do not go looking at us as a relationship model because, damn.”

“Yeah I get that… I just, how do you find the balance? I mean you’re both a couple of bad asses and then I don’t know… you got this seriously sickening lovey-dovey thing going on. I don’t know how to do that. I keep thinking maybe that’s what went wrong with Robin. I’m just too— hard.”

“I’ve been there, I get it. Honestly, I don’t know. I think once I was able to respect him, love came really easy for me. He’s also not afraid to tell me what I need to hear and I don’t know... That lovey-dovey stuff just sort of randomly comes out.”

Faith sighed as she looked in the mirror, “Damn, B, like the hair.”

“Well, go knock’em dead… figuratively.”

“Got it…”

Spike/Buffy

Rated M- Adult content.

Summary: It all started with Spike having nightmares about the woman he loves prompting him to go to her; before a demon got there first. Now where will it lead them? What new challenges will they face in a world with multiple Slayers? Nearly all major characters will eventually make an appearance. Essentially this is a very Spuffy centered continuation of the series.

Rated for sexual content. Canon typical violence and themes. I will try to add appropriate warnings as needed although I think these should suffice for the majority of the story. Stunningly gorgeous banner created by cd85

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

A/N: I am in the process of updating this story. Links will be added as updates are made.

Master List: Table of Contents

Chapter 1 To Paris with Love and Demons

Chapter 2 Demon

Chapter 3 Date Night

Chapter 4 Take the Last Train to Scotland

Chapter 5 A New Leaf

Chapter 6 The New Girls

Chapter 7 Movie Night

Chapter 8 Ghosts and Stockers

Chapter 9 Awkward Moments

Chapter 10 Electric

Chapter 11 Vampire Dust Will Get Ya

Chapter 12 Hospitals Man

Chapter 13 Home Again

Chapter 14 Out For A Walk

Chapter 15 Love a Handyman

Chapter 16 Have a Little Faith

Chapter 17 Underground

Chapter 18 Ohhh Baby

Chapter 19 Baby Blue

Chapter 20 House Guest

Chapter 21 Our Expert

Chapter 22 It’s Complicated

Chapter 23 Bye Bye Baby

Chapter 24 Dance Magic

Chapter 25 Oh What a Night: Part 1

Chapter 26 Oh What a Night: Part 2

Chapter 27 Punk Love

Chapter 28 Changes

Chapter 29 Twisted Sister

Chapter 30 Aftermath

Chapter 31 Third Times a Charm

Chapter 32 Open Up

Chapter 33 Coming Clean?

Chapter 34 Skid

Chapter 35 The Talking Dead

Chapter 36 Redemption

Chapter 37 Sins of Omission

Chapter 38 Living Dead Girl

Chapter 39 When the Levee Breaks

Chapter 40 Couples Retreat

Chapter 41 Time

Chapter 42 Breathe

Chapter 43 Cabin Fever

Chapter 44 Recovery

Chapter 45 Birthday

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Now complete! To anyone who’s interested, the final chapter is ready for your reading pleasure! Enjoy!

Here is some of my shippings that count as Hero X Villain ship that I like.

. Zelgan

. Darklina

. Darlingpan ( once upon a time tv series )

. Sauron X Galadriel

. ulquiorra X Orihime

. Doflamingo X Viola

. Obito X Rin

And I have three more shipping that I like but I not sure if they count as Hero X Villain ship.

. Buffy X Spike

. Thomas X Edith ( Crimson peak )

. Ferriswheelshipping

Oh i almost forgot one shipping

. Zutara

Here is some Vampire and Human shipping videos that i like.

Here is more Vampire shipping videos that i like.

buffy season 5 episode 15, honestly i’ve had enough of the spike/buffy antics and i genuinely hate and despise the guy. Sure he can be funny sometimes but he’s so despicable and creepy. The way he obsesses over buffy is genuinely terrifying and im wondering how on earth they end up together at some point it’s ridiculous  

I'm tired of people hurting my favorite characters...

Honestly, watch a fricking american tv show like The Sentinel, Criminal Minds, Teen Wolf, Lucifer, H50 or any others since 30 last years like me and, I tell you : stop watching after the third season ! Because, I'm telling you, you watched all the same fucking tropes, you'll be disappointed, horrified by the de-characterization of yours favorites characters, you'll be in the seven hell's circle because the fucking writers writed again and again and again the same fricking the triangle of (shit) love, they won't never give you a Queer pairing with the "hero", but they'll you to drool for it, the feminine characterization will be poor, the females actress like disposables tissues or with the depth of a thimble in 75% of the series, the male actor (hero principally) will be totally in toxic masculinity, you'll watch the same again and again communication problems, the same " kept it secrets for the good of others/him/her" in the hell for "the fucking good reason" (like my ass is chicken), in brief, it's just… My advice : go to read fanfictions ! More universes, more fandoms, more wonderful and fabulous writers. Your favorite character, your favorite pairing, your favorite tag and news favorites wait in fanfiction. Take time to do a like, a kudo, a heart, and, sometimes, if you have the heart for that, to write a review.

I need a wine glass. Now I'm going to pour myself a glass of Jurançon. Fuck them all, like sing Mylène Farmer.

Jim and Blair, Willow and Tara, Spike and Buffy, Hale Pack (Erica, Boyd, Isaac, Jackson…) and Sterek, McDanno, Lucifer and his Detective, Derek and Penelope, and all others in my little heart :

Rest in peace, Fanfiction are good for you.

OOPS

When you have 9 Google pages open, for your OTPs, with in some a dozen AO3 TAG tabs, see 10 links of fics to read in addition because each time there is a tumblr suggestion, you open it so as not to lose the recommendations of the bloggers you follow… all this for the holidays that are coming and, during which you plan an orgy of reading. OK, it's time to admit that you are a little crazy.

Ok, so I tried a little something. It‘s still a WIP and it‘s going to take a bunch of time until it‘s finished but I wanted to share my little project with you 👀😊

I made a storyboard-animation-kinda-thing with a few finished templates. Most of them are still scribbles though.

The song is from the Buffy Series from the episode „Once more with feeling“.

I loved it so much that I had to „animate“ this little Storyboard here. :) Hope you like it.

btvs: when you become a vampire, you're essentially an empty vessel possessed by a demon -- your soul is gone, meaning it's just a predator who happens to have the memories of the body's past life. all that's left are the worst aspects of that past life alongside the demon's naturally evil impulses, without real emotions beyond the desire to cause pain

spike applying nail varnish and waxing poetic about onion rings and trying not to cry whenever buffy is really mean to him:

harmony just vibing as pretty much the exact same person she was when alive and collecting her glass unicorns:

Well it’s about damn time she kissed him 🙄

Who was gonna tell me Spike can freaking sing??

(if he sang like that to me I would literally rip my heart out my chest and give it to him)

This bitch—Buffy, if you don’t accept that you have romantic (and/or sexual) feelings for Spike, I will jump through this screen and take your place because yes please 🥺🥺

Who was gonna tell me Spike can freaking sing??

(if he sang like that to me I would literally rip my heart out my chest and give it to him)