[She's infuriating, but she's also not wrong, but Spike is...frustrated. He gives her a flat look, then arches an eyebrow.]
Buffy, and yes I am using your actual name for this. Did I not just SAY that I'm horrified, and sickened? That I KNOW how fragile your trust in me is?
[A deliberate breath in and out. He wanted to step closer to her, but didn't dare.]
I don't know how to make you believe me. And because I'm from a different point in time, I don't know why it happens or what causes it. But because I am from a different point in time--believe my reactions now. Please.
[Another breath, and he closed his eyes, expression hurt now. Then opening them.]
I may not have a soul, but I love you Buffy. I don't expect you to love me back. Never have. Even though I want it, with everything I am. Bear with me a bit since you've given me a lot of information that's hard to deal with. I'm the Spike you used to know, but this is also not Sunnydale.
[Spike fidgeted a bit, then pulled out a cigarette and his lighter. Gave him something to focus on. Taking a soothing drag, before he spoke again.]
Give me a chance to be a man you could love. Get to know me, here and now.
[That was all he was asking. Really. Entirely sincere, and entirely open. Vulnerable, almost.
Then he's looking around them, reminded of where they are.]
Alright, so, basically you've been kidnapped by the actual bloody fae. The fair folk. Not demons pretending to be 'em, but actual sodding Faeries. They bring us here, keep a bunch of us and adopt us into one of their courts. It's a form of protection, since otherwise we're considered beasts. Yes, even humans. Frankly we're pets, prisoners, or both. No one knows why we've been brought here, or how. Or how to get back home.
They feed us some line about time moving on back where we were from and all our loved ones being dead and stuff. Didn't believe 'em, and I'm not the only one who had shit to do back home--like watch over Dawn. Meanwhile I've been here since February and it's...May now? Almost June? Been doing what I can to get along.
[Another drag of his cigarette.]
They've been providing blood in the kitchen. I've been feeding that way.
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Buffy, and yes I am using your actual name for this. Did I not just SAY that I'm horrified, and sickened? That I KNOW how fragile your trust in me is?
[A deliberate breath in and out. He wanted to step closer to her, but didn't dare.]
I don't know how to make you believe me. And because I'm from a different point in time, I don't know why it happens or what causes it. But because I am from a different point in time--believe my reactions now. Please.
[Another breath, and he closed his eyes, expression hurt now. Then opening them.]
I may not have a soul, but I love you Buffy. I don't expect you to love me back. Never have. Even though I want it, with everything I am. Bear with me a bit since you've given me a lot of information that's hard to deal with. I'm the Spike you used to know, but this is also not Sunnydale.
[Spike fidgeted a bit, then pulled out a cigarette and his lighter. Gave him something to focus on. Taking a soothing drag, before he spoke again.]
Give me a chance to be a man you could love. Get to know me, here and now.
[That was all he was asking. Really. Entirely sincere, and entirely open. Vulnerable, almost.
Then he's looking around them, reminded of where they are.]
Alright, so, basically you've been kidnapped by the actual bloody fae. The fair folk. Not demons pretending to be 'em, but actual sodding Faeries. They bring us here, keep a bunch of us and adopt us into one of their courts. It's a form of protection, since otherwise we're considered beasts. Yes, even humans. Frankly we're pets, prisoners, or both. No one knows why we've been brought here, or how. Or how to get back home.
They feed us some line about time moving on back where we were from and all our loved ones being dead and stuff. Didn't believe 'em, and I'm not the only one who had shit to do back home--like watch over Dawn. Meanwhile I've been here since February and it's...May now? Almost June? Been doing what I can to get along.
[Another drag of his cigarette.]
They've been providing blood in the kitchen. I've been feeding that way.