Part 33:

Part 34:

* Twilight *

Title ~ Hurting

Author ~ SunnyD

Disclaimer ~ Everything and everyone BTVS belong to Joss Whedon and the ME team. The extract from the song "Twilight" belongs to Vanessa Carlton.

Rating ~ PG~13

Summary ~ Takes place right after the last chapter "Protecting"

A/N ~ Thanks to all for the great reviews! You all have been really great! Just one more chapter to go after this one! It is quite sad for me but I am really excited to start my new story. Hopefully you all will like it. Anyways…on with the new chapter!

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~ Vanessa Carlton ~

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"I don’t think so." Angelus purred as his hand snatched out and grabbed Spike by the collar on his shirt. "Guess we are going to have to cut our fight short. Oh well." He chirped as he lifted Spike in the air and tossed him forcefully into a nearby pillar that held the balcony unsteadily above them. When the bleached blonde’s body roughly came in contact with the pillar it immediately snapped.

Buffy watched with wide eyes as the piece of balcony that was above Spike and the pillar came crashing down on top of him.

"Nooooo!!!!!!" She shrieked at the top of her lungs as her body and her mind seemed to register what had happened. With frustration she began to writhe in Drusilla’s grasp, desperate to pull her lover from the rubble if he hadn’t already been dusted by the falling pieces of the balcony. The dark vampiress only tightened her grip on the blonde as she turned to look at her sire with a grin on her face.

"Daddy’s made my nasty little ocean go poof!" Drusilla chuckled as her gaze drifted to the pile of metal rubble towards at the back of the club. "The stars didn’t tell Mummy that this would happen!" she rumbled contently as she stared up at the ceiling and shook her head at it accusingly. "Bad stars!"

Angelus chortled as he also drew his gaze towards the pile of rubble. "Yes, I know." He nodded his head and then cocked his head back towards Drusilla. "You know, Dru, I never quite understood the fascination you had with him. He was clearly a waste of our time and your power."

Drusilla’s bottom lip jutted out as she began to whimper softly, small tears falling down her childlike features. "You never wanted me Daddy. Daddy never wanted Mummy…always wanted to touch Sister and Grandmother. Mummy had to make a new playmate to play her games with, so she chose the bravest knight in all the land. But my little puppy never wanted to play with me…like Daddy he wanted to play with Sister. He gave her pretty looks and sweet kisses and Sister swam in my ocean’s waters!" She growled as he tears finally ceased and she looked back up at Buffy whose body was trembling with small sobs. "My puppy was bad and now he will never get his biscuits!"

With a new strength coursing through the blonde vampiress, she began thrashing in Drusilla’s grip causing her to lighten her grasp. When it was loose enough, Buffy slipped her game face on sent a hard kick to Dru’s midsection, which caused both of them to tumble to the floor. As soon as she hit the floor, Buffy quickly sprung to her feet and delivered a severe drop kick across Angelus face before sweeping his feet from out under him.

When her sire had finally dropped to the ground, she drew her attention back to Dru who was now composing herself as she set herself back on her feet.

"Bad Sister hurt Mummy." Dru growled as she shook her head to get the room to stop spinning.

"I don’t give a damn Dru." The blonde vampiress growled as she began to lash out a Drusilla, moving with a fury that she had never used before. She began punching Drusilla with vigor, which made the dark vampiress to tumble backwards and land on the floor. Her whole face covered with her blood, her nose distorted in a weird shape. Her bottom lip was cut open, which allowed pools of blood to trail down the vampiress’s chin and neck. Buffy quickly stalked over to Dru, grabbing the stake that was pulled on her moments ago. A low growl emitting from the depths of her throat, Buffy straddled the dark vampiress and poised the stake above her heart. "Bitch." She hissed before shoving the stake through the dark vampiress’s heart. A piercing scream poured throughout the room as Dru felt the sharp piece of wood embed her heart and as she disintegrated into ashes.

A hard look settled on the blonde vampiress’s eyes as she shifted back into her game face and removed herself from the floor, staring down at the piled of ashes that laid beneath her. She was knocked out of her gazing though when she was dealt a hard blow across her back. Stumbling to the floor, Buffy turned to see her sire looming above her with hatred and disgust in his dark eyes.

"You staked her." He spat as his demon mask shifted forward and took a dangerous step towards her, the look of his disgust and rage never leaving his eyes as they jumped from brown to a menacing yellow.

Buffy quirked her eyebrows up at Angelus as the nonchalant look on her face never wavered at the sight of his gaze on her. "How perceptive of you Angelus." She commented with a mocking tone in her voice as she rose from her position on the floor.

Angelus growled as he threw a punch at her, which she easily dodged, a self-assured smirk now planted on her face. "That the best you can do?" She taunted as he tried over and over again to jab her across the jaw but never succeeded as she continued to dodge and block his throws. He only responded in a grunt as a swift kick hit Buffy in her mid section causing her to stagger backwards and into a nearby wall.

Buffy’s smirk only widened when her back came in contact with the plastered wall. With an animalistic snarl, the blonde vampiress launched herself at her sire as they began to square off against one another. Like Spike and Angelus, Buffy and Angelus seemed to be somewhat synchronized with their actions. They seemed to anticipate the others move before they even made it. Although unlike the fight before with the bleached blonde and the brunette, these two vampires fought like it was their last fight ever. They both fought for their lovers and what had happened between them over the last century.

Buffy’s eyes were a lit with fire and rage as her sire clocked a good one across her jaw as a deep bruise began to form there. She snapped her eyes up to the brunette who was looking at her mockingly and in Drusilla like fashion Buffy reached her hand out and ran her nails vigorously down the side of Angelus cheek, drawing blood immediately.

"Whore!" He hissed as he clutched his cheek, his face that began to sting like no one’s business. When he finally looked back up at his childe, Angelus was surprised when Buffy dropped kicked him across the room, slamming into a nearby table.

When Buffy saw Angelus immobile, she quickly darted towards the broken table and the fallen vampire. She quickly straddled him and began to punch him vigorously with all the strength she had. With surprise though, Angelus caught both of her wrists and looked up at her with a gleam in his eyes.

"You know, you kill me and you will be all alone." He reminded her with smirk as he watched emotions of all kinds play across her features. "Surviving the rest of your immortality by yourself. Coming home to an empty house and a cold and empty bed. You won’t even have me to turn to."

Buffy shifted back into her human face as she let a small growl bubble in her throat. "Like I ever turned to you in the first place beforehand." She spat at him, her thighs tightening their grip on his waist and his sides.

Angelus cocked his head to the side as his gaze raked over her form before resting on her now hazel eyes. "Well…true but you would be able to now if you let me live. Face it…you have no one else. Darla is still with the master at God knows where. You staked Dru. And Spike…well, you saw what happened. All who is left is you and I. I am all you got." He grinned as he saw the depressing look that caught her eye when he mentioned her lover. "Spike would’ve never wanted you to be alone Buffy…" He said softly, his smirk falling away from his features. "He would have not wanted you to be by yourself for all eternity."

Buffy’s gaze drifted away from her sire and over towards the pile of rubble that laid only a few feet away from them. A sharp tingling feeling began to scrape up her spine as she stared at the pile. Suddenly, her gaze was broken when her sire’s hand gently cupped her cheek.

"Come on Buffy. You know you don’t want to be alone." He said softly once again, watching her stare focus on him instead of the wreckage.

"You’re right." She whispered as her hands came to rest at her sides, her head dropping so that her chin could meet her chest. "I don’t want to be alone."

Angelus nodded contently as he began to stroke her cheek with his thumb and let a small smile cover his lips. "That’s right lover…"

Unexpectedly Buffy’s head snapped up, staring down at Angelus with her game face on. "But I will have to make the sacrifice!" She snapped before snatching a broken leg from the fallen table and with out haste, stabbed her sire in the heart with it, letting his body crumble to dust in a matter of seconds.

The blonde vampiress snorted as she stood on her feet, staring down at the pile of dust mockingly. "You must have thought I was really stupid didn’t you?" She grunted at the immobile pile of ash before turning on her heels and quickly ran over to the pile of wreckage.

Her body stood there for what seemed like forever as she stared at the destruction in front of her. "William…" She sobbed quietly as he legs began to quiver before she fell to her knees.

Memories pooled through her brain as buckets and buckets of salt rained down her cheeks. She remembered the first time she had saw him. A frightened fledging whom had the bluest and brightest eyes she had ever seen, eyes that had pulled her to him at first glance. She remembered their first night together, how gentle it was. How his eyes had never left hers the whole night while they caressed and kissed one another endlessly. These loving memories began to play over and over in the vampiress mind as she cried her heart out like she had never before, not even when he had left her those 77 years ago. Back then she always thought he would come back to her and she knew she would see him again eventually. But now…

Buffy’s thoughts were ceased though when that tingling in her body began to grow and spread throughout her whole body, from her head to her toes. Something wasn’t right. The feeling she was getting…it…only happened when…

"Spike!" She gasped with a newfound reassurance. Like a young child on Christmas morning she began to tear at the rubbish, throwing pieces and sections of it away with eagerness. "Please…please let him be there." She whispered to herself as she saw a bloodied mass of blonde hair surface. When she saw this, a bright grin broke out on to the blonde’s face as she continued tearing at the rubble. "Spike…" She breathed with relief as she now uncovered his upper body. The shirt that he had been wearing was now torn in the front and he had a light gash across his torso, but nothing had seemed to bother his chest area or his heart and for that Buffy could cry out in joy. "Come on baby…" She breathed heavily. Taking him under him arms, she easily slid his lower half out the rest of the way.

Gently, the vampiress drug her companion farther away from where he laid moments ago and cradled his head in her lap, running her hands through his hair softly. "Thank you…" She whispered towards the sky as her hands began to shake as they traveled through his hair and before she knew it, Buffy was sobbing all over again. Most of her tears landing on his face and in his hair. "Oh God…Oh God…Oh God…"

"B-B-Buffy…" Spike’s voice croaked as he reached out and cupped his mate’s cheek, his bloodied thumb running across the smooth satin skin of her cheek. "W-wh-what’s…wrong…what… what…happened."

Buffy’s tears continued to flow more when she heard his voice call out to her. "Oh, baby, I thought I lost you." She sobbed as she planted peppered kisses all over his face.

His eyebrows furrowed as he reached out and ran one of his hands though his hair. When he pulled away, Spike was shocked to see his palm covered in blood. "What happened?" He asked once more, now finding his voice.

Buffy eagerly took one of his hands in hers and planted kisses all across the back of it like she had done to his face before staring into those eyes she had fallen in love with so long ago. "Angelus…he threw you into the pillar…and the balcony…it…" She choked, her mind playing the scene over and over again to her.

"Hey, it’s alright pet, I’m alright now…" He whispered reassuringly to her, cupping her cheek with his hand again. "Where are Angelus and Dru now?"

"Dead. I staked both of them." She told him with a small smile on her lips at her accomplishment. In her mind, she had finally given the pair what they had deserved.

"That’s my girl." He coughed as his thumb began to stroke over her cheek once again. "You showed them who is the boss."

Buffy sniffled quietly to herself as she drew one of her hands across her cheeks to dry away her tears. "I love you." She continued to sniffle, placing a chaste kiss on his forehead.

"I love you too." He smiled happily as he made a move to get up but failed to do so. "Buffy?" He inquired with confusion as tried to stand up again but failed to do so. "Something is wrong."

"What?"

"I…c-can’t get up." He stuttered as he placed his palms on the floor and lifted his upper body off the ground to stare at his legs, which refused to move. He closed his eyes as he focused on moving them again but couldn’t. "I c-can’t m-move or f-feel my legs. I think I-"

Spike’s sentence was cut short though when police sirens began to sound out in front of the club. Buffy growled with frustration as she heard the sirens grow closer to the empty club. "We got to get out of here." She said as she turned her attention back to her shocked lover who was still staring at his legs. "Come on." Buffy whispered gently as she picked her mate up off the ground and cradled him in her arms.

"What about my-?"

"Shh…" She shushed him softly, staring down at him with a gracious look in her eyes. "Don’t worry, you will be alright. We will be all right. I promise. I will take care of you. We are free now, my sweet William." She purred smoothly at him, kissing him softly on the lips as they stepped out into L.A.’s cool streets, a few pedestrians quirking an eyebrow up at the small vampiress that was cradling her lover tightly.

Spike grinned as he looked up at her with all the love and adoration in the world. "Can we go to Brazil? It could be like Spain for us all over again."

The blonde giggled as she made her way towards his apartment. "Yes…we can." She took in a deep breath as she locked eyes with his intensely. "I love you."

He chuckled as he managed to cup her cheek with one of his hand for the numerous time. "I love you too." He whispered before resting his head on her shoulder. A broad grin melted onto his lips as he thought of what laid ahead for them and that they would do it together. No one would be in their way anymore. This was their chance to be together and not have to hide it.

At that moment at that exact place, Spike and Buffy knew what true happiness meant.

The end!

Epilogue coming soon!

(A/N ~ If you all thought that I would actually kill Spike! You have to be crazy! Of course I wouldn’t do that. I hope this chapter didn’t seem to fast and well…terrible. Anyways, the epilogue is coming soon and I hope you all enjoyed the story! Merry Christmas!!!!)

* Twilight *

Title ~ Epilogue: A Sorta Fairytale

Author ~ SunnyD

Disclaimer ~ Everything and everyone BTVS belong to Joss Whedon and the ME team. Also the extract from the song "Twilight" belongs to Vanessa Carlton. The song "A Sorta Fairytale" belongs to Tori Amos also. I love this song and I thought some of the lyrics went with this story.

Rating ~ PG~13

Summary ~ Takes place at least 3 months after the last chapter "Hurting"!

A/N ~ I would like to thank all of you who gave loving support to "Twilight" and I am glad that all of you have enjoyed it. You guys have made me love writing this story. I didn’t think that this whole thing would work out because I didn’t think anyone would want to read a story about Buffy as a vampire. But, I am glad that you all liked it. I am sad that it is over but I am excited because now I will get to start my new story idea titled "Smoke". Anyways…thanks to you guys and on with the last chapter! Merry Christmas!

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~ Vanessa Carlton ~

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The sun had finally set when the two black clad figures stepped out of their motel room and made their way to the black DeSoto that sat in the parking lot. The air around them was heavy and a mortal would be drenched with sweat as soon as they set foot out the door, but not these two because the heat did nothing to them.

The male of the pair watched as his female companion threw her bag into the back of the dark vehicle and eagerly climbed in the passenger seat, resting her head against the old, worn leather that covered the seats.

The bleach blonde smirked as he reached into the pocket of his aged leather duster and pulled out a lone cigarette. Shaking his head, he turned on heels and marched back into the room to grab his duffel bag, lighting his cigarette on the way. When he had returned he did just as his companion had done and he threw his duffel bag into the back seat of the automobile before he climbed in next to her. He let out a deep sigh as he took one last drag of his cigarette and tossed it out of the window.

"Do you really need to smoke?" The female of the pair whined, scowling at him but trying her best to hide a smile as she looked at him.

"You know I only do it to annoy you, baby." He chuckled at her as he rolled up his window and put his seatbelt on, as did she. He gave her his trademark smirk before backing the car out of the parking lot and onto the open road.

"Evil William." Buffy chuckled as she undid her seatbelt and scooted over to his side and curled up next to him, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Don’t I know it." He replied quietly, draping his arm across her shoulders so that she could be closer to him. Taking his eyes off of the road for only a moment, he buried his nose into her hair and breathed in her smell. He smiled fondly as he took in her scent, as always she smelled like fresh vanilla on a spring day. Or what he could remember what a spring day smelled like from when he was human. Buffy knew that he loved that smell and loved it even more when she smelled like that. He had told her once that it made him fall in love with her all over again.

Spike let out a deep purr as he nuzzled the side of his face against the crown of her head. This caused his mate to giggle with genuine amusement. "I love it when you purr like that." She chuckled as her hand reached out and began to run lazy circles all across his chest.

The bleached blonde vampire groaned with frustration when he felt his lover continue to rub her hand across his upper body, a second hand joining in zealously seconds later. "Buffy, luv, you really need to stop that."

"Why?" She rumbled contently at him with a seductive and teasing smile planted on her rose red lips. "Don’t you like?"

The vampire chuckled as he reached over and took one of her hands in his, kissing the back of it tenderly. "Yes, very much so but if you keep this up, I am going to have to stop the car and ravish you right here and now." He grinned devilishly at her, which caused the blonde vampiress to giggle in anticipation. "And I for one would like to stay on the road for as long as possible until we make it to Brazil. So you are going to have to stop."

Buffy’s bottom lip jutted out as she scooted over closer to her lover and began to plant wet kisses across his jugular and collarbone. "Make me." She taunted as she whispered huskily into his ear, wanting to laugh out loud when she saw a wide-eyed expression slam onto his face.

Spike growled playfully as he snapped his gaze away from the road and towards his beloved. "Bite your tongue!"

"Do it for me." The blonde purred, licking the side of his neck. She was suddenly jerked away from her position though when Spike threw the car into a complete halt. Then before Buffy knew it, she was pinned to the front seat, Spike hovering over her while holding her wrists above her head.

"You little vixen." He teased as he brought his face closer to hers, licking his lips with expectation.

"And you love me that way." She responded with a sparkle in her eyes as she hooked her left leg on her lover’s waist, rubbing his thigh with the arch of her now bare feet.

Spike’s voice and expression softened as his azure orbs darkened and locked with her hazel ones. "I will always love you." He told her truthfully, releasing her wrists before cupping her cheek with one of his hands.

These past three months, Buffy had done nothing but spent every part of her day helping Spike recuperate. For the first couple of days she would tend to his wounds that he received from the sharp metal of the balcony. It took them only a short while to heal though. After that they would both try getting him to walk. It was at least 2 to 3 weeks to finally get the bleached blonde vampire to stand on his legs with assistance. Buffy would have to bring him home his meals unconscious so that he could feed because he did not approve of pigs blood.

Spike had remembered how agonizing and painfully numbing it was the whole experience was for him. Sometimes it would take all of his energy to rise out of bed and stand up. When that would happen, his legs and knees would buckle and he would collapse back onto his bed, totally spent. When his collapsing had become frequent, Buffy finally got him a wheelchair so that it would be easier for him to get around their apartment. The vampire hated it though because he felt weak and fragile, almost like a sick child that couldn’t take care of himself, although it was nice to have Buffy play nursemaid to him, very nice in fact.

He especially loathed the whole ordeal though when he couldn’t make love to her at night. And damn him to hell that he was extremely horny only a week after the incident. It wasn’t until last night that he finally got to make love to her and it was the most wonderful thing he had ever experienced.

Buffy’s bright hazel eyes couldn’t help but glaze over as his truthful words hit her full force, her face softening from playfulness to full worship and love. "I love you too and I am glad that you are okay."

The sides of his lips quirked up into a small smile as he took his free hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I couldn’t have done it without you, pet. I couldn’t have…"

Small droplets of salt dripped down the vampiress’s pale cheeks as her hand snatched out to the nape of his neck and smashed her lips with his. "I love you. I love you so much." She purred in between heated kisses, running her hands through his now soft bleached blonde hair.

She let out a sharp gasp though when she felt her lover’s body lay on top of hers and snaked his hands under her shirt, stroking her fair skin with loving strokes. Buffy then couldn’t but help let out a sensuous purr when she felt his tongue enter her mouth and massage her own tongue gently.

Suddenly, Buffy felt Spike pull away from her and she couldn’t help but let out an unsatisfied whimper when she felt the loss of contact of his tongue and artistic hands. "Why’d you stop your nasty hands?" She whined like a small child, running her foot up his thigh again.

"Sorry, baby," he said as he planted a chaste kiss on her lips before situating himself back in his seat, "but I told you that I want to drive as long as we can through the night. I want to get to Brazil by tomorrow night." He sighed as he put his seatbelt back on before turning to look at her pouting form.

The blonde vampire almost groaned with frustration as his lover reached her foot out into his lap and began to knead the muscles in his thigh with her toes and heel. Her rose red lips were jutted out into a small pout as she ran her finger down her chest and rested on the first button of her shirt…well one of his shirts actually. "Oh, don’t do this to me."

"What…I’m not doing anything." She said all too innocently, loving the way his mouth watered when she undid the first button on her shirt, her foot kneading harder into his thigh. "I’m just sitting here, ready to go on with our trip to Brazil. Not my fault."

"Tease." He rumbled playfully at her, snatching her arm to bring her over to his side of the front seat. "Tempting me with your feminine ways."

"And don’t act like you don’t like it." She chirped, cupping his cheek with her hand kissed him softly on the lips, loving how velvet like they felt against her own. "Mmmm…wonderful Spikey goodness." She hummed, running her nails softly down one of his arched cheekbones. "If I am nice, can I taste more Spike later?"

The bleached blonde vampire’s mouth formed into a devious smile as he nipped at her bottom lip before licking it the curve of it gently. "You betcha!" He purred as he ran a suggestive finger down the side of her face. "And if I am extremely nice, what do I get?"

Buffy giggled as she leaned her lips towards her lover’s ears, "wouldn’t you like to know?"

Spike shook his head as he turned his attention back to the road, draping his arm over her shoulders delicately once again. "You are such the little vamp." He chuckled as he began to massager her shoulder while starting the car down the highway once again.

Buffy also shook her head as she planted a kiss on her lover’s arched cheek once again before snuggling into the crook of his neck, her lips hovering over her mark. "Love you, baby." She murmured, as her eyelids suddenly became heavy and soon fell into a deep sleep.

"Love you too, sweetheart." He muttered, planting a loving kiss on the crown of her head as they drove down the highway in silence, both wondering about the life that laid ahead of them and how wonderful it would be.

I could pick back up whenever I feel

The End!