|for sale (vampslayer) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2012-11-03 13:21:00
|Entry tags:||buffy summers, spike|
Spike & Buffy
Buffy spent the first part of the night patrolling. She was itching to find something to kill to get her aggression out, but the seal wasn't about to give that to her. She just spent the night thinking about everything that she'd been through over the past couple of months. She felt lost. She felt disconnected from her friends, even from her sister. Buffy knew she did it to herself. She kept herself apart to survive. She had to, but after Sunnydale was destroyed and all the potentials were turned into slayers she had hope. She had hope that maybe her life would be different. That maybe she could be normal. It was too much to hope for. Obviously.
It was about 2am in the morning when she arrived at Spike's door. She wasn't even sure how she got there. She had just naturally gravitated to his door. Maybe it was subconscious. Maybe she was reaching out to him. Maybe she just missed him. Either way she was there staring at his door with a stake in hand. She put the stack away in her jacket and searched the door for some kind of answer, but nothing came. She figured Spike probably knew she was standing there. He could always smell her a mile away. There was no turning back now and she found she didn't want to. She raised her hand to knock on the door and then stood back and waited.