The Move

Written by Belle_Joy

Rating: M15+

Pairings: Buffy and Spike

Disclaimer: I own no one and nothing, especially the characters in this story. I'm merely borrowing them for the pure pleasure of messing with their lives.

Spike: “Well here we are Bit. Safe and sound back at home.”

Dawn: “Yup, I wonder what Buffy has been up to all this time?”

Spike: “Slept I reckon, Slayer hasn’t been getting much sleep lately.”

Dawn: “Well that would make sense.”

Both Dawn and Spike walked awkwardly down the street with their arms full of Spike’s things that he and Willow had packed earlier in the day. When they reached the front door, Dawn clumsily reached into her pocket, retrieved her keys and began to fumble around with the lock. Spike took the keys off her and let them in. Together they dropped Spike’s things on the floor with a loud crash.

Spike glanced around nervously; he hoped that noise didn’t wake the Slayer. He was sure that a cranky slayer was a nasty slayer. He sure as hell didn’t need one of those tonight.

Spike reached into one of his boxes.

Dawn: “What you getting?”

Spike held up a packet of blood and waggled his eyebrow at her. He laughed when his actions made Dawn crinkle up her nose in disgust.

Spike: “Sorry Nibblet, but I had a tough day, I am a bit famished.”

Dawn: “No its ok, go ahead and eat, er, drink. Just remember, you eat it, you clean it.”

Spike: “No problem”

Spike walked into the kitchen. Then he turned and said, almost as an after thought.

Spike: “Hey Bit? You want me to fix you something to eat?”

Dawn: “You know how to cook?”

Spike: “Well, I have been around; I have eaten a few people who taught me a few things. You want me to?”

Dawn: “Eeww. Nah, after carrying all that stuff of yours, I just wanna sit.”

Spike: “Suit yourself.”

Spike continued on to the kitchen, searching for a mug, he finally found one that was quite large. Just right for blood he thought to himself. He snipped open the top of the packet and poured it into the mug. Next he placed it in the microwave and set it to go. While he was waiting he stepped to the door way just in time to see Dawn rifling through the things in his boxes. He chuckled to himself. She wasn’t going to find anything good in any of his junk, he didn’t need to worry.

Dawn was bored when she sat down on the couch and watched Spike go into the kitchen. She really should go to bed, but she just didn’t seem tired enough. She glanced around the room; it was easy to see her mother was no longer here. There was dust on the mantle and an empty glass was on the coffee table.

Dawn looked to her left and spied Spike’s boxes; she had always wondered what sort of stuff a vampire needed. Quickly she glanced around to make sure that Spike wasn’t watching her, then she pulled the nearest box closer to her. Carefully she opened the lid. The first thing she saw was about 20 packets of blood.

Dawn: “Wow, but oddly gross too”

She found herself wondering just how much blood a vampire needed to drink everyday. Pushing the thought from her brain she dug deeper into the box. The next things she found were a lot of clothes. They were mostly black t-shirts and jeans; however, there were a few coloured shirts. Dawn figured they must be for when it’s too hot to wear the duster, not that she had ever seen him with out it on. In fact, he was wearing it now, which was a bit odd to her, seeing they were inside. Her train of thought was interrupted when she spied some of Spike’s underwear. She had never seen men’s underwear before. It was strange, Spike seemed to wear boxers. She found herself wondering if he wore them under his jeans, or just to bed, or maybe just when it was stinking hot. She giggled loudly to herself.

Spike walked back to the doorway when he had heard Dawn giggling. What could be so funny in that box he wondered? As far as he could remember it was blood and clothes. Oh well, he figured she must have found his supply of boxers. He didn’t usually wear anything under his clothes, or to bed, but staying in a house with girls, he decided he better bring a couple of pairs, to save everybody some embarrassment. Just then the timer on the microwave beeped so he turned to get his blood.

Dawn (calling from the lounge): “Do you mind drinking that in there? I really don’t feel up to watching”

Spike (calling back): “Sure thing pet.”

He knew she just wanted to snoop some more, but truth be told he wasn’t really ready to share that part of his day with her just yet.

 Dawn was glad he had said yes, she really didn’t want to see him in game face, she hated it, he was much nicer looking with it off. Plus she wanted to look in this box some more.

Dawn leant over the box so she could get a better look inside. She began moving things around with her hand. Out of the corner of her eye she glimpsed what looked like a book. Huh, she thought, Spike read. She picked up the book and sat back on the couch with it. The cover said, “A Tale of Two Cities”, an odd book for a vampire. However, Dawn knew Spike was much more intelligent than most vampires; he had been a genius of sorts before he was turned.

Dawn snuggled into the couch, deciding she would have a little read while she waited for Spike to finish then she would get a drink and go to bed. She opened up to the first page. It looked really boring; it consisted of really tiny words and absolutely no pictures. However, it didn’t deter her and she started to flip through the pages. She stopped suddenly when she came across a completely blank page. That’s odd she thought to herself. Most books don’t go blank half way through. Puzzled she turned forward a few more pages. She started to see some large curvy writing. Dawn gasped; this must be Spike’s diary.

She was intrigued now. Quickly she glanced at the doorway to make sure he wasn’t looking, and then she hungrily read what he had written.

Tuesday – Today that bloody Slayer foiled my plan again. What is her bloody problem? Does she not want to fight me? Is she afraid? All I know is that next time she won’t be so lucky.

Wednesday – I have enlisted some help in fighting that damn Slayer today. We have good old Angelus back on our side. I am pleased about this. Although he does keep looking at Dru funny. He better leave her alone.

Dawn yawned and began flipping pages faster; she knew all this stuff already. Where were the good bits?

Monday – I had that bloody stupid dream again. This time the slayer was mad at me for getting in her way, even though I saved her life. She followed me back to my crypt and then jumped me from behind when I wasn’t looking. Bloody bitch tried to stake me. Next thing I know she has me turned on my stomach so she’s kinda straddling me like, then BAM, she plants a huge kiss on me. It wasn’t the most disgusting thing in the world, but it was still just disgusting enough. Before anything more could happen that stupid twit Harmony woke me up. Guess I’ll have to wait till tomorrow.

Dawn shook her head in disbelief, Spike sex dreams? This was not the type of good stuff she wanted; in fact it was just plain gross. Again she resorted to turning the pages quickly to find something good to read. Nothing else in the book looked any good, then her eyes stumbled across one word, love. Dawn began to read furiously.

Friday – So my lot has been cast, I, William the Bloody, am in love with the Slayer. ME!! I am supposed to be trying to kill her, not trying to get in her pants. But then I could handle the sex, it’s these other fuzzy bunny feelings that I have, these ones that make me want to protect her, and everything she cares about, the ones that make me want to hold her when she cries and beat up the people that hurt her. It’s horrifying really, I am a vampire. She is the Slayer. We should fight. I can’t though. I love her too much. I know she doesn’t love me. How could she? I am a monster. Still there’s nothing I can do, you can’t choose who you love. It chooses you. I am just going to have to convince her that I am worth loving.

Spike finished his blood, rinsed out his cup like he had been asked and headed back to the lounge. He smiled when he saw that Dawn had given up going through his stuff. She couldn’t have found anything too interesting. He looked around the room. He couldn’t see her. Then he did, she was curled up on the couch engrossed in reading a book. He walked up to her and sat down next to her. She jumped a mile, he grinned at her, he must have scared her. He chuckled.

Spike: “So what you reading there pet?”

Dawn: “Nothing!!”

Spike eyed her cautiously and grabbed the book out of her hands. His face went pale or paler anyway.

Spike (angrily): “Where did you get this?”

Dawn (scared): “Um, I wasn’t snooping, I really wasn’t I was moving that box, um... over there and it just kinda feel out… honest.”

Spike: “Dawn.”

Dawn: “All right, maybe I was snooping, but just a little. I thought it was a book, I mean a proper book. I didn’t read anything, well not much.”

Spike: “Liar, when I came in here you were all ready to set up camp for the winter”

Dawn: “I was not, I was just flicking. I am going to go to bed”

Spike: “I think that would be a good idea.”

Dawn got up from the couch and headed for the stairs in a hurry. She wanted to get out of there fast. Getting Spike angry was not a good plan.

Spike: “Dawn, hang on a sec.”

Dawn stopped in her tracks. This was it, he was going to kill her; he was going to rip her head off. Slowly she turned around. She jumped back in a hurry when she found herself nose to nose with the blonde vampire. She hadn’t heard him walk up to her.

Spike: “Sleep tight, have nice dreams, and don’t say a word to big sis. Night”

Spike kissed her on the forehead and left in the direction of the basement. Dawn let out the breath she had been holding. He really was a very confusing man. Sighing heavily she went up to her room, changed into her pyjamas and got into bed. When all is said and done she still felt safer with Spike here, mad or not. With that she drifted off to sleep.

Spike headed for the basement until he saw that Dawn was gone, and then he changed directions and followed her up the stairs. He made sure she got into bed safely and watched her until she had fallen asleep. It was a new sensation to him, feeling the need to protect people, but he liked it, it was very much a part of who he was now. After he was sure that Dawn was asleep he went and quietly opened the door to Buffy’s room. She was sprawled out on her bed, legs hung haphazardly over the side, if she didn’t have such a contented smile on her face he would have assumed she had a nightmare.

He walked quietly over to her bed and gently helped her get inside the covers, he had to lean over her at one point and pull her leg back under. While he was doing that he caught a glimpse of her negligee. He felt his face flush at the sight; he swallowed hard and made himself look away. He finished tucking her in and stepped back to admire her. She looked so precious in the moonlight, like a china doll. He found himself leaning over and stroking her hair; he bent down and kissed her on the forehead. She sighed under his touch.

He couldn’t help but smile; she really was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She was strong and powerful, which he liked and felt proud about, because it meant that he could trust her to be safe, and she could look out for others. But she also had certain innocence and childishness about her which made him want to protect and love her even more. He couldn’t help himself he leant forward to brush his lips over her forehead one more time. Just as he began too she stirred. He stopped in mid air waiting to see what happened next. Buffy smiled and turned to lie on her back. He smiled at her. He loved her so much. Since she was on her back now he gently brushed his lips over hers.

Spike: “I love you Buffy”

Buffy (mumbling): “Love you too”

Spike smiled he knew it wasn’t meant for him; she was dreaming and talking in her sleep. However, for just one night he could pretend she had been awake and talking to him. He sighed as he made his way out the door. Once he was in the lounge again he grabbed his stuff and took it to the basement. He was planning to set up house and then have a nice set of dreams himself. He would deal with Dawn and her snooping in the morning.

End of part 11.

To be continued......