Title: Univited

Author: Athena Gray

Spoilers: The Crush

Distribution: why not?

Rating: PG 13 ?

Disclaimer: I don’t own jack schitt! But my passionate feeling about Spike! Oh

and lyrics belong to Alanis Moriset (whom I’m told I resemble <g>)

Summary: Buffys POV about events….

Notes: thanks to Raven for backing me up in the Game against Feisty Spike ;)

Uninvited

The dreams were hurried and fevered, dreams like the ones she had once

shared with Angel. Dark, seductive, dangerous… Red satin sheets surrounded

her like a river of blood flowing soft and sweet at she layback among them.

A single point brightly pierced the inky blackness, which covered the room

like a shroud. The scarlet point slowly approached her and a face appeared

through a cloud of smoke, and that face had a name. Spike. His expression

was free of malice, of the hate that had once consumed him; no here his face

was passive with hints of something passionate behind the blue eyes.

And in this dreamscape he melted before her only to reappear seconds later beside her, the two of them bare against each other. It was ok to be with

him here wasn’t it? Here they were just two individuals, here they didn’t

know each other, here was safe. They moved along one another softly and

pressing. And as she looked up at him realization presented itself to her,

she knew him. He was a vampire, he was evil, he was wicked, and he was…he

was in love with her.

Buffy shot up in bed, sheets fully soaked. She raked her hands through her

hair replacing the damp strands behind her ears. Her eyes desperately

searched the room, nothing there but clothes on the floor and her own pesky

thoughts to bother her. She got up and looked out the window making sure no

one was outside watching her. Being satisfied that no one was, she opened

the window and stripped her sheets letting the cool night air drop the

temperature in her room.

*Like anyone would be

I am flattered by your fascination with me

Like any hot-blooded woman

I have simply wanted an object to crave

But you you're not allowed

You're uninvited

An unfortunate slight*

She couldn’t get his face out of her thoughts, the way he looked when he

said that he loved her, and when she shut the door in his face. That bewildered hurt look of a child who knows not what he has done wrong. It wasn’t right that she felt this way, she did not love him, but why didn’t she hate him? Why did he make her feel as though she were always under a microscope? Well that didn’t matter now did it? She told him that he repulsed her and that would have to do.

*Must be strangely exciting

To watch the stoic squirm

Must be somewhat heartening

To watch shepherd meet shepherd

But you you're not allowed

You're uninvited

An unfortunate slight*

Deep down she knew it was some grand plot to unnerve her, to make her think, think what? That’s what she couldn’t figure out. Why would he love her, how could he love her. And while logic dictated that it was indeed possible it somehow seemed impossible. Angel had a soul, Angel was redeeming himself!!! What did Spike know about love, Dru? No that couldn’t possibly be love. That was sick and twisted and WRONG! No. That’s what she thought, no no nononono! What would be the reasoning this time around? The chip? Was that enough, an electronic soul to keep him from killing… This story had already been played with Angel, there could be nothing good from his affections. What was he thinking that she could care in return? Did he think that he could succeed where Angel could not? This was too much…

*Like any uncharted territory

I must seem greatly intriguing

You speak of my love like

You have experienced love like mine before

But this not allowed

You're uninvited

An unfortunate slight*

Buffy replaced the sheets, and curled back up into bed burrowing deep into her comforter as if it could protect her from what she could not protect herself from. Spike, William the Bloody, Slayer of Slayers, was in love with her. He did all this without a soul. Spike, had helped her save the world from Acathala; William the Bloody had comforted a bleeding disaster victim; the Slayer of Slayer had protected her mother and sister when she had gone to face Glory... Damn him. All without a soul.

*I don't think you unworthy

I need a moment to deliberate*

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Outside a face appeared through a cloud of smoke and that face had a name.

Spike. His expression was free of malice, of the hate that had once consumed him, no here his face was passive with hints of something passionate behind the blue eyes.

He climbed further out on the tree limb next to her window; she was already fast asleep…again. She had forgotten to shut her window, not that it made a bit of difference to the vampire sitting on her windowsill. Spike, William the Bloody, the Slayer of Slayers sat outside with his hand pressed against the invisible barrier that kept him from the one girl in all the world that he should logically fear. He leaned his head forward and rested it never

taking his eyes off the lump under the comforter as he settled back down to

continue his unknown late night vigil. What hell it was to be uninvited into

her house, and her heart. This night would pass and he would come back tomorrow night to repeat like he did last night and the night before...