The Real Me
by Viki
Yes, he did do that
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Chapter Two:
Buffy sat in the library as usual, studying for some bizarre reason, the only reason she did do it usually is to impress Willow. But she had found out it was boosting her levels in class.
But it so boring.
Chucking the book down she shoved her hand into her pocket and took out a small box, flicking it open she took out a cigarette and raised it to her lips before taking her lighter out and lighting it.
Smiling, she drew in a large breath and closed her eyes. She didn't even notice when the library door swung open.
"Buffy!" A voice snapped causing Buffy to jump and throw down the cigarette her foot crushing down on it hard to put it out. The dark haired girl looked towards the floppy-haired male in the doorway.
"Xander, what are you doing at a library?" Buffy asked quickly.
"Come for books for Cordy. She isn't very happy with you." Buffy shrugged, "Weren't you supposed to be being the good girl to get into Willow's pants?"
A growl slipped from Buffy's lips and she stood.
"Look, sorry, but might she not like you if you are smoking, drugs and fuckin' everybody you bleedin' know?"
Buffy looked down guiltily.
"Well, I'll come back when the librarian is here" With that Xander turned on his heel and left swiftly.
Buffy cursed silently under her breath, taking a seat once again.
The door opened once more but this time it was Willow, Buffy shot a smile before quickly picking up the book she had been reading and flicked it open. She was about to say something to the red head before the door opened again and Giles entered.
"Hi Buffy, Willow" Giles nodded at each one as he said their names before walking to the table.
"Hey"
"Hi" Buffy sighed glumly, looking down at the blurry writing on the page.
"Oh my Lord" Giles muttered, causing both the girls to look towards him.
Buffy swallowed, the tab.
"Buffy, have you been smoking?"
"No!" Buffy answered, leaning over and picking it up she walked around the table to put it in the bin.
"Really?"
"No! Jeez... I haven't. I don't smoke"
Grabbing her books she shot Gile's a glare and Willow a small smile before rushing out of the library. Why did she lie? She didn't know herself.
***
It was Bronze time yet again and Buffy was sat with the male she had met the earlier night.
"So, pet. You know a Cordelia then?" Spike drawled, offering her a cigarette.
Buffy happily obliged, she was drunk anyway.
"Yeah (hiccup) bleedin' annoying she is!" Buffy grinned, slipping the end between her lips and waiting for Spike to light, he did and Buffy giggled. Spike just arched a brow.
"Get me another drink!" Buffy demanded, shoving his shoulder lightly.
"I think you've had enough"
"Please, you big bad boy?" The woman pouted, her lip jutting out far as she gave him the puppy dog eyes.
"Ok, another vodka coming up" Spike grabbed his wallet of the table and made his way to the bar.
Buffy settled into the couch, her eyes closing as she let the taste of the cigarette fill her senses, she hadn't had one for ages, well not since the library.
"Buffy? You lied."
Her eyes snapped open and she swallowed, a large twisted grin appearing on her lips.
"Yep, here I am smoking a--" Buffy looked down to the cigarette, "—Cancer stick"
Willow frowned, reaching over and trying to take it from her fingers. Buffy snapped her hand back.
"No!" Pouting again, "My cigarette. I can give you one though?"
Willow shook her head, sitting down beside the drunken woman.
"You're drunk" Willow stated bluntly it caused Buffy to roll her eyes.
"Well... DUH"
Crushing the cigarette she looked towards the bar to see where Spike saw, a queue!
Slowly looking back to Willow she grinned once more before leaning forward and crushing her lips against the startled red head. Willow wasn't going to reply, but her lips started moving anyway, their tongues fought before Buffy finally pulled away and giggled. Willow only frowned; she didn't see the funny side.
"Wha'?"
"You taste like strawberries" Buffy smiled shyly, her cheeks coating red.
Willow smiled, tilting her head to the side as Buffy started spreading small kiss along her creamy skin.
A polite cough made then stop.
"Sorry to interrupt the foreplay but here's your vodka pet" Buffy took it out of his hands and raised it to her lips, taking a large gulp.
"Yum!" The brunette smirked, downing the last of it before placing the bottle on the table. "...That wasn't a lot," She sounded disappointed.
"Pet, it was and don't neck it. You'll have one bloody big hang over"
"Yeah, I don't want you to be missing school in the morning, I do want to see you sweetie"
Spike smirked.
"Sweetie?"
Willow just ducked her head, ignoring his comment.
"Pet, your calling this chick sweetie, the one who gets pissed every night, fucks everybody she knows and her task is to get in everybody's pants. And do drugs? You're calling her sweetie?" Spike threw his head back and started laughing.
Willow frowned, looking towards the brunette who was giggling at Spike.
"Is this true Buffy?"
"Ah screw it, yeah... It's fuckin' well the truth, want some?" Buffy corked her brow at Willow.
"Want some what?" She was confused and it showed in her voice.
Buffy took out a small plastic bag from her front jean pocket and threw it onto Willow's lap.
"Drugs?" Willow asked Buffy nodded with an eye roll. "No!" She threw them back and Buffy groaned as she tucked them away.
"Don't go dobbin' us in luv" Spike smirked, taking out his own packet and popping two tablets into his mouth.
Willow was scared, grabbing Buffy's wrist she stood and began to pull her up. But Buffy fought back.
"What are you doing Will?"
"Yea, let go of her Red" Spike was now standing and ready to fight.
"Buffy I am taking you home" Tears were threatening to spill from her burning eyes, she tried blinking them away but they started falling down her cheeks. "Get up"
"Fine." Buffy stood this time and grabbed her coat, brushing past Spike she trailed her fingers through his bleached locks and smirked before exiting the Bronze through the back, Willow on her heels.
Buffy smiled as the cool night air hit her heated body, a shiver shot down her spine and she had to pull her coat on. As it was too cold, she noticed Willow snivelling behind her and frowned, turning around and stepping in front of her.
"What's a matter Will?"
"Don't bother, you're going home. To bed" Willow snapped.
Buffy wasn't serious.
"Ooo, kinky. You coming in with?"
Willow scowled, taking a hold of Buffy's hand and dragging her in the direction of her home. Buffy skipping behind her, she was high.
***
Willow knocked on the Summer's door and waited patiently, her arms aching as she had carried Buffy all the way home, minus five minutes.
The door swung open and Joyce gasped, taking in the sight in front of her.
"What happened?" She asked sharply, helping Willow take her daughter to the couch.
"She got drunk with this guy, bleached hair, leather thing..." Willow started to explain.
"Spike" Joyce growled, helping place Buffy on the couch on her back.
"Yeah, that's his name. How do you know him?"
"I used to work with him. Then him and Buffy started a relationship... You'll have to ask Buffy when she wakes up"
"We were dating for eleven months" Willow and Joyce jumped at the sound of Buffy's voice, but they didn't say anything on it.
"We did all sorts and he ended up raping me, I lead him on"
Buffy looked down, her eyes beginning to water.
"He raped you?" Willow repeated, her eyes narrowing.
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