Helluva Thing
Disclaimer: Joss owns the characters. I'm just playing with them . . .
Summary: It's a Helluva Thing when you love someone and they don't love you back. Story of a girl who falls in love with a gay man. . .or is he? Fantasy Spuffy fic.
A/N: I'm not sure how many readers this story will attract. . .How did this story come to be? Well, I had met a really hot guy who was sweet and funny and intelligent. . .and he turned out to be gay. I guess you could say that I was inspired. . .and totally depressed. . .but inspired non the less! ^_~ At least he and I are friends now. . .*sigh* If only we could be more. And thus! This story was born. ^_^
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"I can't believe you!" The petite blonde screamed to the man heading towards the door.
Soul mates.
Some people spend all their lives, dedicated to finding their soul mate. For that one person they can grow old with and cherish for eternity. Someone who'd accept them for who they are and understand them like their other half.
Some people wait all their lives for that special someone to walk through their door. . .
Such was not the case for Buffy Summers.
Well, if a person would count "walking through the door" to *leave*. . .Then I guess one would consider that Buffy had found her soul mate.
"I *cannot* believe you- you. . .you. . .lying, cheating, mother- argh!" Buffy growled as she opened closets and slammed drawers. T-shirts, shorts, jackets, shoes, and everything else of the clothing variety, flew across the room and onto her bed.
Buffy whipped her head around and saw Riley with a duffel bag in hand and the doorknob in the other.
She shook her head, stomping her way towards him. "Oh no you don't," she demanded and pulled the bag from the tall man.
"We're over, Buffy. I'm leaving." The brunette stated, reaching for his things.
Buffy laughed humorlessly, "There's no way *you're* leaving. *I'm* leaving." The blonde angrily swung the duffel bag backwards and into the living room, knocking a glass lamp over. The contents of the bag spilled over the carpet and Buffy shook her head shamefully at the packets of condoms that fell out as well.
"I just can't believe I ever considered the fact of you working so late EVERY NIGHT was anything but suspicious." Buffy thought aloud, bustling in the bathroom and coming out with bottles of shampoo and conditioner. She went back into her room where clothes were spread out all over her bed. She shoved them into her own duffel bag, along with the bottles.
She zipped the bag up and surveyed the room, checking for anything valuable that she might've forgotten.
A picture of Riley with her arms around him sat on her nightstand. She had thought they were so in love.
Buffy snorted, "Yeah right." Pulling the bag over her shoulders, she left the photo there and walked to where Riley was still standing.
"I'm so sorry about everything," Riley apologized, trying to sound sincere, "Buffy, I think I should be the one to leave. You should have the apartment because I know I don't deserve it-"
He was cut off by Buffy's sardonic laugh, "The only reason why you want *me* to have the apartment is because you know that *I* was the one who always paid for it! You asshole!"
Riley's earlier sincerity dissipated and he rolled his eyes, "Ok, so you're right." Then he said matter-of-factly, "But Buffy, you can't blame me for cheating on you. I mean, when was the last time we ever had sex?" Buffy opened her mouth to reply, but he continued, "Never, that's when. God, Buff. A man has needs and you couldn't even let me have you once. Just once- "
"That's all you *ever* wanted from me, Riley!" Buffy shouted, "I thought I meant *more* to you than that!"
He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned on the wall, "What else can women offer other than sex?"
Buffy glared daggers, "Fuck you!"
She whirled around and pulled open the door. Stalking angrily outside, she heard him call out in reply, "Like you would!"
The blonde stuck her middle finger up without looking back and continued to walk away from the apartment that had been her home for six months. She walked away from the man she thought she would spend the rest of her life with.
Soul mates?
No such thing, Buffy thought grimly.
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Some miles away. . .
"What? But I-"
"Leave." A raven haired woman pointed at her door as a blonde man hung his head low, dragging his feet in that direction.
He turned his head around and confessed, "I can't leave you, Dru."
"I don't want hear it, Spike." She said, shaking her head.
"I love you-"
"You bloody liar!" She pushed him towards the open door, "I'm not going to be your bloody whore anymore."
The door was shut on his face and Spike let out a deep sigh. Fishing in his jeans for a cigarette, he leaned on the side of the building, waiting for the door to open once again with Dru apologizing behind it.
The door opened.
His face brightened and he positioned himself in front of the threshold, arms open wide.
"I knew you'd want me back," He stated, awaiting his lover to jump into his arms.
"As if." Drusilla snorted. She threw a pile of clothes at him. Shoes were tossed from the house, along with his leather jacket that fell on the concrete.
"Hey! Watch where you throw that," Spike pouted, leaning down to pick up the discarded jacket.
When he got up, Drusilla stuck his white briefs on his head. Spike opened his mouth to say something, but she stuffed a couple of used condoms in his mouth.
"I believe you should have these," She smiled wickedly, shoving them in further, "They're from the other men I cheated on you with."
The information slowly filtered into his mind and Spike's face twisted into disgust as he spat them out, one by one.
"That's disgusting, Dru!" He gasped, wiping his tongue with his fingers and the closest cloth he could find. . .which was his old underwear. He noticed this and spat, mumbling, "Oh bugger."
"Not as disgusting as you! You call *me* a whore? You're the *whore* around here, Spike! You've been cheating on me with other women- I can't believe you! We're over!" Shutting the door on his face again, Spike let out another sigh and gathered up his things, hopped into his car, headed towards another woman's house.
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Knock. Knock. Knock.
Spike rocked on his heels as he waited for the woman to answer. Taking a drag from his cigarette, the door swung open.
Spike smiled, "Cecily-baby! How-"
"No, Spike." She denied, already closing the door.
"But I love you!"
The door shut on his face for the third time that day.
Shaking his head, he drove over to Harmony's place, knowing full well that she would invite him to stay over for as long as he wanted.
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"What do you want, Spike?" Harmony asked in irritation, a hand on her hips.
"Harm! I was wondering if I could stay-"
"No, Spike."
The blonde man frowned, "But. . .I thought we had fun together. . ." A sly grin crept onto his lips.
Harmony scowled, "Yeah. That was *before* I found out you were sleeping with other women. Bastard." She was about to close the door when his boot caught in between.
"Now now. Let's have none of that. . ." He scolded lightly, slowly entering the house. His hand came out to stroke her cheek.
"No, Spike. W-we're. . .We're over. . ." She protested weakly as his lips drifted over her neck.
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"Oh God, Spike. Oh God! Yes! Yes! Oooh! Agh!" Harmony collapsed on top of him, heavily breathing.
Spike sighed and propped himself up on his elbows. Looking down at the sated blonde, he grinned and 100% sure that she would say yes, he asked, "So can I stay?"
Harmony frowned and pulled herself off him. Throwing his clothes into his arms, she replied matter-of-factly, "No."
Spike sat up and tried to look shy, "But Harm. . .I just realized. . .I love you."
SLAM.
The door was shut on Spike for the fourth time that day.
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Spike sighed as the- what was it -the twentieth? The thirtieth? Spike had lost count on how many doors were slammed on him after the eighteenth. All the women he asked to stay with knew his reputation and wanted nothing to do with him.
"I can't help it if I'm so bloody desirable," Spike smirked to himself, but then frowned when he remembered that he had no place to stay without paying.
Spike was a player. Bouncing from one girl to another, he probably slept with every woman in Sunnydale. And he was proud of it.
That is. . .Until my reputation finally caught up with me and now I can't find any woman that would take me in! Spike thought angrily, then chuckled.
"Take me in. . ." Spike laughed, shaking his head at his own joke. His stomach growled and the blonde looked around for a place to eat. Ironically, the diner that stood to the side was the same one that his friend, Parker, worked in. He turned his car into the left lane, thinking he could get a discount on the food and have a place to crash that night as well.
As he turned, a blonde woman came into view and he swerved, missing her by an inch.
"Watch where you're going!" He yelled through his window. He shook his head when she called him an asshole and he parked by the diner.
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After a few blocks of nonstop walking, the reality of what really happened finally hit Buffy and she realized that she had nowhere to go. She slowed her pace and spotted a small diner, her stomach growling in response. Buffy crossed the street and out of nowhere, the screeching of tires was heard and lights shone around her.
"Watch where you're going!" A man yelled from the car.
"Why don't you, asshole?!" Buffy cried out as she saw the blonde man's angry face. She saw him pull into the same diner she was going to but didn't care.
She shook her head and entered through the glass doors.
"What can I get for you, darlin'?" A brunette man asked, throwing a white rag on his shoulder.
Reading through the menu, Buffy sighed and asked, "Um. . .Could I have-"
"Parker! So nice to see you, mate." Spike greeted, plopping into the stool beside Buffy.
She narrowed her eyes at him, remembering him as the guy who almost ran her over.
He turned to her and smiled, "Hello, pet. You look awfully familiar-"
"You almost killed me, you arrogant bastard." She rolled her eyes and Spike smirked.
"Oh that's right." He nodded at his memory, "You're the chit who wouldn't watch where she was going. . ."
"Fuck you." Buffy cursed.
"Wouldn't you like to?" Spike suggested, running a hand down her arm.
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A/N: I kind of rushed this whole chapter 'cause I wanted to get it out before I had to go to sleep. LoL But if you guys think it wasn't good enough, just tell me. I'll revise it or actually have a beta read through my story.
Please be kind and review. =) Please review! Should I continue this? It depends on the reviews I get. Please tell me what you think. I'd really like to know.
Disclaimer: Joss owns the characters. I'm just playing with them . . .
Summary: It's a Helluva Thing when you love someone and they don't love you back. Story of a girl who falls in love with a gay man. . .or is he? Fantasy Spuffy fic.
A/N: I'm not sure how many readers this story will attract. . .How did this story come to be? Well, I had met a really hot guy who was sweet and funny and intelligent. . .and he turned out to be gay. I guess you could say that I was inspired. . .and totally depressed. . .but inspired non the less! ^_~ At least he and I are friends now. . .*sigh* If only we could be more. And thus! This story was born. ^_^
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"I can't believe you!" The petite blonde screamed to the man heading towards the door.
Soul mates.
Some people spend all their lives, dedicated to finding their soul mate. For that one person they can grow old with and cherish for eternity. Someone who'd accept them for who they are and understand them like their other half.
Some people wait all their lives for that special someone to walk through their door. . .
Such was not the case for Buffy Summers.
Well, if a person would count "walking through the door" to *leave*. . .Then I guess one would consider that Buffy had found her soul mate.
"I *cannot* believe you- you. . .you. . .lying, cheating, mother- argh!" Buffy growled as she opened closets and slammed drawers. T-shirts, shorts, jackets, shoes, and everything else of the clothing variety, flew across the room and onto her bed.
Buffy whipped her head around and saw Riley with a duffel bag in hand and the doorknob in the other.
She shook her head, stomping her way towards him. "Oh no you don't," she demanded and pulled the bag from the tall man.
"We're over, Buffy. I'm leaving." The brunette stated, reaching for his things.
Buffy laughed humorlessly, "There's no way *you're* leaving. *I'm* leaving." The blonde angrily swung the duffel bag backwards and into the living room, knocking a glass lamp over. The contents of the bag spilled over the carpet and Buffy shook her head shamefully at the packets of condoms that fell out as well.
"I just can't believe I ever considered the fact of you working so late EVERY NIGHT was anything but suspicious." Buffy thought aloud, bustling in the bathroom and coming out with bottles of shampoo and conditioner. She went back into her room where clothes were spread out all over her bed. She shoved them into her own duffel bag, along with the bottles.
She zipped the bag up and surveyed the room, checking for anything valuable that she might've forgotten.
A picture of Riley with her arms around him sat on her nightstand. She had thought they were so in love.
Buffy snorted, "Yeah right." Pulling the bag over her shoulders, she left the photo there and walked to where Riley was still standing.
"I'm so sorry about everything," Riley apologized, trying to sound sincere, "Buffy, I think I should be the one to leave. You should have the apartment because I know I don't deserve it-"
He was cut off by Buffy's sardonic laugh, "The only reason why you want *me* to have the apartment is because you know that *I* was the one who always paid for it! You asshole!"
Riley's earlier sincerity dissipated and he rolled his eyes, "Ok, so you're right." Then he said matter-of-factly, "But Buffy, you can't blame me for cheating on you. I mean, when was the last time we ever had sex?" Buffy opened her mouth to reply, but he continued, "Never, that's when. God, Buff. A man has needs and you couldn't even let me have you once. Just once- "
"That's all you *ever* wanted from me, Riley!" Buffy shouted, "I thought I meant *more* to you than that!"
He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned on the wall, "What else can women offer other than sex?"
Buffy glared daggers, "Fuck you!"
She whirled around and pulled open the door. Stalking angrily outside, she heard him call out in reply, "Like you would!"
The blonde stuck her middle finger up without looking back and continued to walk away from the apartment that had been her home for six months. She walked away from the man she thought she would spend the rest of her life with.
Soul mates?
No such thing, Buffy thought grimly.
* * * * * * *
Some miles away. . .
"What? But I-"
"Leave." A raven haired woman pointed at her door as a blonde man hung his head low, dragging his feet in that direction.
He turned his head around and confessed, "I can't leave you, Dru."
"I don't want hear it, Spike." She said, shaking her head.
"I love you-"
"You bloody liar!" She pushed him towards the open door, "I'm not going to be your bloody whore anymore."
The door was shut on his face and Spike let out a deep sigh. Fishing in his jeans for a cigarette, he leaned on the side of the building, waiting for the door to open once again with Dru apologizing behind it.
The door opened.
His face brightened and he positioned himself in front of the threshold, arms open wide.
"I knew you'd want me back," He stated, awaiting his lover to jump into his arms.
"As if." Drusilla snorted. She threw a pile of clothes at him. Shoes were tossed from the house, along with his leather jacket that fell on the concrete.
"Hey! Watch where you throw that," Spike pouted, leaning down to pick up the discarded jacket.
When he got up, Drusilla stuck his white briefs on his head. Spike opened his mouth to say something, but she stuffed a couple of used condoms in his mouth.
"I believe you should have these," She smiled wickedly, shoving them in further, "They're from the other men I cheated on you with."
The information slowly filtered into his mind and Spike's face twisted into disgust as he spat them out, one by one.
"That's disgusting, Dru!" He gasped, wiping his tongue with his fingers and the closest cloth he could find. . .which was his old underwear. He noticed this and spat, mumbling, "Oh bugger."
"Not as disgusting as you! You call *me* a whore? You're the *whore* around here, Spike! You've been cheating on me with other women- I can't believe you! We're over!" Shutting the door on his face again, Spike let out another sigh and gathered up his things, hopped into his car, headed towards another woman's house.
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Knock. Knock. Knock.
Spike rocked on his heels as he waited for the woman to answer. Taking a drag from his cigarette, the door swung open.
Spike smiled, "Cecily-baby! How-"
"No, Spike." She denied, already closing the door.
"But I love you!"
The door shut on his face for the third time that day.
Shaking his head, he drove over to Harmony's place, knowing full well that she would invite him to stay over for as long as he wanted.
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"What do you want, Spike?" Harmony asked in irritation, a hand on her hips.
"Harm! I was wondering if I could stay-"
"No, Spike."
The blonde man frowned, "But. . .I thought we had fun together. . ." A sly grin crept onto his lips.
Harmony scowled, "Yeah. That was *before* I found out you were sleeping with other women. Bastard." She was about to close the door when his boot caught in between.
"Now now. Let's have none of that. . ." He scolded lightly, slowly entering the house. His hand came out to stroke her cheek.
"No, Spike. W-we're. . .We're over. . ." She protested weakly as his lips drifted over her neck.
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"Oh God, Spike. Oh God! Yes! Yes! Oooh! Agh!" Harmony collapsed on top of him, heavily breathing.
Spike sighed and propped himself up on his elbows. Looking down at the sated blonde, he grinned and 100% sure that she would say yes, he asked, "So can I stay?"
Harmony frowned and pulled herself off him. Throwing his clothes into his arms, she replied matter-of-factly, "No."
Spike sat up and tried to look shy, "But Harm. . .I just realized. . .I love you."
SLAM.
The door was shut on Spike for the fourth time that day.
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Spike sighed as the- what was it -the twentieth? The thirtieth? Spike had lost count on how many doors were slammed on him after the eighteenth. All the women he asked to stay with knew his reputation and wanted nothing to do with him.
"I can't help it if I'm so bloody desirable," Spike smirked to himself, but then frowned when he remembered that he had no place to stay without paying.
Spike was a player. Bouncing from one girl to another, he probably slept with every woman in Sunnydale. And he was proud of it.
That is. . .Until my reputation finally caught up with me and now I can't find any woman that would take me in! Spike thought angrily, then chuckled.
"Take me in. . ." Spike laughed, shaking his head at his own joke. His stomach growled and the blonde looked around for a place to eat. Ironically, the diner that stood to the side was the same one that his friend, Parker, worked in. He turned his car into the left lane, thinking he could get a discount on the food and have a place to crash that night as well.
As he turned, a blonde woman came into view and he swerved, missing her by an inch.
"Watch where you're going!" He yelled through his window. He shook his head when she called him an asshole and he parked by the diner.
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After a few blocks of nonstop walking, the reality of what really happened finally hit Buffy and she realized that she had nowhere to go. She slowed her pace and spotted a small diner, her stomach growling in response. Buffy crossed the street and out of nowhere, the screeching of tires was heard and lights shone around her.
"Watch where you're going!" A man yelled from the car.
"Why don't you, asshole?!" Buffy cried out as she saw the blonde man's angry face. She saw him pull into the same diner she was going to but didn't care.
She shook her head and entered through the glass doors.
"What can I get for you, darlin'?" A brunette man asked, throwing a white rag on his shoulder.
Reading through the menu, Buffy sighed and asked, "Um. . .Could I have-"
"Parker! So nice to see you, mate." Spike greeted, plopping into the stool beside Buffy.
She narrowed her eyes at him, remembering him as the guy who almost ran her over.
He turned to her and smiled, "Hello, pet. You look awfully familiar-"
"You almost killed me, you arrogant bastard." She rolled her eyes and Spike smirked.
"Oh that's right." He nodded at his memory, "You're the chit who wouldn't watch where she was going. . ."
"Fuck you." Buffy cursed.
"Wouldn't you like to?" Spike suggested, running a hand down her arm.
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A/N: I kind of rushed this whole chapter 'cause I wanted to get it out before I had to go to sleep. LoL But if you guys think it wasn't good enough, just tell me. I'll revise it or actually have a beta read through my story.
Please be kind and review. =) Please review! Should I continue this? It depends on the reviews I get. Please tell me what you think. I'd really like to know.