100words | Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Title: What’s Left of Us
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: R (some coarse language)
Word count: 300 (Google Docs)
Notes: Missing scene; Set in S6, after ep. 6x18 “Entropy”
Summary: Buffy confronts Spike about his hook-up with Anya

Prompt: #356 - double/triple drabbles + #229 - Epilogue
Crossposted: My journal

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Spike flung the door open, finding Buffy sitting quietly on a sarcophagus, looking blankly at him.
“Honey, you’re home,” he slurred, stumbling into the crypt.
“Are you drunk?”
He scoffed, leaning against a pillar. “Yes Buffy, I’m pissed out of my sodding mind. You want a divorce?”
“I just want to know why,” she whispered.
Spike snorted. “No reason. I’m an evil, soulless monster. Incapable of love, unworthy of receiving it. Ain’t that why you walked away?”
“We were only using each other, Spike, hurting each other. Badly,” she sighed. “It wasn’t good, or fair, and it had to end.”

“Bollocks! You got scared because you felt something, and now you’re running away.”
“I don’t have feelings for you. I can’t. I already told—”
“So what are you doing here, eh? You kicked me to the curb, I can do whatever I bloody well want. Or whoever.”
“Well, did it have to be Anya?”
“No, it just happened. She was… what’s the word you used the first time we shagged? Convenient.”
Buffy looked away, clenching her jaw.
“What is it to you, anyway?” asked Spike. “You told me to move on, so I bloody did.”
“It hurts, okay?” she snapped.

Buffy stood up. “Just because I’m not… in love, it doesn’t mean it won’t bother me that you’ve been so quick to rebound.”
“Oh I see,” he smirked. “You expected me to go back to my corner, pining for you, worshiping at your altar, while you keep treating me like dirt as usual.”
“That’s not—”
“That’s exactly what it is, Slayer. Well, I’m tired of the role you gave me in your little play. I’m out.”
“Spike—”
“From now on, you need my help, you show up with cash. We’re not partners, or friends. We’re nothing. Goodbye Buffy.”
“Goodbye William.”