For The Love Of Spike
Chapter 4

After Spike had taken Katherine to his old factory, the school, the park where they fed lightly on a couple walking there, the cemetery, and various other places, they returned to Spike's loft and carted Katherine's possessions up the stairs.

"Want to watch TV?  I've got HBO!"  Spike asked, hanging up his duster jacket.  He heard a mutter from Katherine, in the bedroom, and went in to ask her what she had said.

He found her lying face-down on the bed, sound asleep.  Smiling, he knelt at her side and placed a hand on her curly head.

"You must be exhausted.  You've had a long day, I guess.  Or night.  Or whatever.  Go ahead and sleep."  Spike kissed her temple lightly, then whispered, "You know what?  I think I might love you.  Wiggy, huh?  A vampire in love."

He gazed at Katherine's sleeping face for a moment longer, then rose, undressed, pulled on pajama bottoms, and climbed into the narrow bed beside her.  Wrapping an arm around her warm body, he fell asleep minutes later.

Hours later, Spike awoke to find Katherine shivering and muttering in her sleep.  He checked the clock - 3:40 p.m. - and rolled over to lean on his elbow above her.

"Katherine!"  Spike whispered and shook her.  She whimpered, then gave a huge shudder and cried out again.  Spike called her name again and shook her, harder.  Katherine yelped, and her eyes flew open.

"No!  Don't touch him!"  Katherine cried out, sitting up suddenly.  Her chest heaved with gasps.  Spike sat up as well, slightly behind her, and put his hands on her shoulders.

"What's wrong?  It's all right now.  Talk to me, pet."  Spike wrapped his arms around her huddled form and kissed the back of her head.

Katherine turned swiftly, searched his eyes, then threw her arms around him.  "Oh God, you're all right.  I thought Drusilla had killed you.  I thought she had tied you up on a cross and doused you in holy water and...and...I don't know.  It was horrible."

Spike returned her embrace and murmured, "It's alright.  I'm not dead, I'm not hurt, and Drusilla can't touch me.  I won't let her touch either of us.  In fact," he added, pulling back to look into her face, "Let's start looking for her tonight.  We'll end this once and for all, so you won't have any more nightmares.  I mean, Jesus, you were like ice, and it wasn't because you're undead."  Katherine gave a quiet laugh.  "Come on now, back to sleep.  I'm tired."  She nodded, letting Spike ease her back down under the covers.

A few minutes later, she whispered sleepily, "But you know what else?  I dreamed you said you thought you loved me.  Strange, huh?  A vampire in love."

"Yeah," Spike answered with a frown.  He wasn't tired anymore.  "Pretty weird.  I don't think it could ever happen."

Katherine yawned hugely. "Nope.  I don't think so either."

An hour later, Spike was still awake, listening to Katherine's breathing and wondering how such impossible things could happen.

That evening, as Spike was pulling on a scarlet silk shirt over a black tee shirt and jeans, he turned slightly and looked at Katherine.

"Do you remember anything else about your nightmare?  If you want to talk about it, that is.  Some vampires can be psychic, and I'd like to know if you are or not."

"Well," Katherine said with a laugh, "My great-aunt claimed she had visions, but she couldn't ever prove anything."  Facing away from Spike, she pulled on jeans as well, followed by a chunky, hip-length sweater.

"That's a start, though!" Spike exclaimed.  He turned his head again to talk over his shoulder at her.  "Supernatural powers can be inherited.  We'll see in the future, I guess.  Anyway, about your dream..."

"Oh, yes," Katherine interrupted.  "Nothing much else happened in the dream.  I was in the Bronze, onstage, and Drusilla just came up to me and pointed behind me, smiling.  I turned, and there you were, stretched out on a cross like a crucifix.  I looked up, and some guy - I guess you'd call him a minion - tipped a bucket of something over you.  Water poured out, and you started screaming, and your skin was burning.  Then Drusilla walked towards you and raised a stake towards your chest, and I yelled at her to stop.  But then you raised your head and told me to wake up, so I did.  I guess I was half-awake, which would explain why you told me to wake up while I thought I was still in the dream."

Spike shook his head in amazement.  "You have one hell of an imagination, pet.  Even though nothing stands out, it could be that the whole dream itself was prophetic.  If that's the case..." Spike broke off as Katherine laid a hand over his mouth.

"Don't say that," she said fiercely, her green eyes blazing with supernatural clarity.  "That's not going to be the case, because we're going to kill her tonight, or try to.  She can't touch us," Katherine continued, wrapping her arms around Spike's waist.  Spike smiled wryly down at her.

"Sure, pet.  Whatever you want."  Katherine smiled back at him, then raised up on her toes slightly and kissed him lightly on the mouth.  Spike's eyebrows rose in surprise, but Katherine had turned away and didn't see.

"Wait a second," Spike said when he had recovered.  "What was that?"  He strode across the room after her and stepped front of her, blocking her way.

"A kiss.  Did you not like it?  Is it too soon?  Oh God, it is.  I'm such an idiot..."  Katherine began to walk away, berating herself.  Spike caught up with her again and put his hands on her waist, turning her around to face him.

"Stop that.  You did nothing wrong.  You just...took me by surprise, alright?  You may not know it," he added, murmuring as he lowered his head, "But I enjoy kissing girls.  And you're definitely my girl."  With this, he gently pressed his mouth to hers.

Almost immediately, Spike felt her lips curve under his, and he pulled back his head slightly. "What is it?" he whispered.

"Nothing," Katherine whispered back.  "I just think that being your girl has really great advantages."  Spike chuckled and pulled her closer for more.

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