I don't
trust what I see anymore. Don't know how to explain it exactly.
Like I
been seeing things. Dru used to see things, you know. She'd always
be staring at the sky watching cherubs burn or the heavens bleed
or some nonsense. I used to stare at her and think she'd gone completely
sack of hammers. But she'd see the sky when we were inside, and
it'd make her so happy. She'd see showers, she'd see stars. Now
I see
her.
Selfless (S7, Ep5)
SPIKE:
I didn’t see a lot. I came, hit Faith a bunch of times and
left.
The last perks Buffy up.
BUFFY:
Really? (covers) I mean, I’m not glad of that…
SPIKE:
Say the word and she’s a footnote in history. I’ll
make it
look like a painful accident.
Touched (S7, Ep20)
I don’t want to be this
good-looking and athletic. We all have crosses to bear.
Touched (S7, Ep20)
You listen to me. (to Buffy) I’ve been alive
a bit longer than you and
dead a lot longer than that. I’ve seen things you couldn’t
imagine and done things I’d prefer you didn’t. I don’t
exactly have a reputation for being a thinker. I follow my
blood which doesn’t exactly rush in the direction of my
brain so I make a lot of mistakes. A lot of wrong bloody
calls. A hundred plus years and there’s only one thing I’ve
ever been sure of. You.
Hey, look at me. I’m not asking you for anything. When I
say I love you, it’s not because I want you, or because I
can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what
you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your
kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the
worst of you and I understand with perfect clarity exactly
what you are. You are a hell of a woman.
You’re the one, Buffy.
Touched (S7, Ep20)
That diabolical torture device, the comfy chair. Do me fine.
Touched (S7, Ep20)
SPIKE:
And last night? It was just a glitch. A bit of cold comfort
from the cellar dweller. Let’s don’t make a thing of
it.
BUFFY:
(evasive) Great. I have work to do.
SPIKE:
Oh, yeah. Another solo mission, of course.
BUFFY:
Yeah, it is.
SPIKE:
(annoyed)
That’s fine. You don’t have to get shirty about it.
BUFFY:
I’m not shirty. And what is shirty? That’s not even a
word.
SPIKE:
All right, all right. Big secret mission. It’s fine.
BUFFY:
It’s not a secret. Well, I mean, it is but that’s the
point of the
mission. Find out the secret. This thing was forged by… I
don’t even know. I mean, something about a tomb on
unconsecrated ground. That’s what I have to do. I need to
find out what this is and why I have it.
SPIKE:
And that’s the thing the preacher man was so anxious to
keep out of your mitts?
BUFFY:
That it is.
SPIKE:
Well, maybe I’ll swing by the vineyard when you go,
make sure he’s sitting tight.
BUFFY:
Great.
SPIKE:
Okay.
An awkward silence, then Spike turns to leave he makes it to the
back
door before Buffy rushes to catch up with him.
BUFFY:
You’re a dope!
SPIKE:
I’m a what?
BUFFY:
You’re a dope and a bonehead and you’re shirty!
SPIKE:
Have you gone completely Carrot-Top?
Buffy holds up the scythe.
BUFFY:
Do you see this? This may actually help me fight my war.
This might be the key to everything. And the reason I’m
holding it is because of you. Because of the strength that
you gave me last night. I am tired of defensiveness and
weird mixed signals. You know what? I have Faith for
that. Let’s just get to the truth here, okay? I don’t
know
how you felt about last night but I will not—
SPIKE:
Terrified.
BUFFY:
Of what?
SPIKE: Last night was… (beat) God, I’m
such a jerk. I can’t
do this.
BUFFY:
Spike…
SPIKE:
It was the best night of my life. If you poke fun at me, you
bloody well better use that ’cause I couldn’t bear it.
It may
not mean that much to you but—
BUFFY:
I just told you it did.
SPIKE:
Yeah, I hear you say it but… I’ve lived for soddin’ ever,
Buffy. I’ve done everything. I’ve done things with you
I
can’t spell… but I’ve never been close… to
anyone. Least of
all you. Until last night. All I did was hold you, watch you
sleep… and it was the best night of my life. So yeah, I’m
terrified.
BUFFY:
You don’t have to be.
SPIKE:
Were you there with me?
BUFFY:
I was.
SPIKE:
What does that mean?
BUFFY:
I don’t know. Does it have to mean something?
SPIKE:
No, not right now.
BUFFY:
Maybe when…
SPIKE:
No, let’s just leave it
BUFFY:
Okay.
SPIKE:
We’ll go be heroes.
She nods and smiles as he walks out the back door.
End of Days (S7, Ep21)
Spike takes out his frustration on the punching bag as Buffy walks
down
the stairs.
SPIKE:
So… where’s tall, dark and forehead?
BUFFY: Let me guess. You can smell him.
SPIKE:
Yeah, that and I also used my enhanced vampire eyeballs
to watch you kissing him.
BUFFY:
It was… a hello.
SPIKE:
Most people don’t use their tongues to say hello. (beat) Or
I
guess they do but—
BUFFY:
There were no tongues. Besides, he’s gone.
SPIKE:
Oh, just popped by for a quickie, then?
BUFFY:
Good, good! I haven’t had quite enough jealous vampire
crap for one night.
SPIKE:
He wears lifts, you know.
Buffy leans up against the punching bag, then notices a cartoon picture
of
a vampire with spiky brown hair taped to it.
BUFFY:
You know, one of these days I’m just going to put you two
in a room and let you wrastle it out.
SPIKE:
No problem at this end.
Buffy smiles to herself, imagining.
BUFFY:
There could be oil of some kind involved…
SPIKE:
Where’s the trinket?
BUFFY:
The who-ket?
SPIKE:
The pretty necklace your sweetie-bear gave you. The one
with all the power. I believe it’s mine now.
BUFFY:
How do you figure?
SPIKE:
Someone with a soul but more than human? Angel meant
to wear it. That means I’m the qualified party.
He holds out his hand for it.
BUFFY:
It’s volatile. We don’t know—
SPIKE:
You’ll be needing someone strong to bear it, then. You
plan on giving it to Andrew?
BUFFY:
Angel said the amulet was meant to be worn by a
champion.
Spike turns away with a sigh but Buffy steps forward and places the
medallion in his hand.
SPIKE:
(smiles)
Been called a lot of things in my time.
BUFFY:
Faith still has my room…
SPIKE:
Well, you’re not staying here! You can’t buy me off with
shiny beads and sweet talk. You’ve got Angel-breath. I’m
not going to just let you whack me back and forth like a
rubber ball. I got my pride, you know.
BUFFY:
I understand.
She turns to go but Spike runs around in front of her, blocking her
way.
SPIKE:
Clearly you don’t, ’cause the whole “having my pride” thing was just a smokescreen.
BUFFY:
(relieved)
Oh, thank god.
SPIKE:
I don’t know what I would have done if you’d gone up
those stairs.
Buffy smiles and caresses his cheek with her hand.
Chosen (S7, Ep22)
SPIKE:
I can feel it, Buffy.
BUFFY:
What?
SPIKE:
My soul. It’s really there. It kind of stings.
A couple of minutes pass.
SPIKE:
Go on, then.
BUFFY:
(desperate)
No! No, you’ve done enough! You could still—
SPIKE: No, you’ve beaten them back. It’s
for me to do the cleanup.
SPIKE:
(to Buffy)
Gotta move, lamb. I think it’s fair to say, school’s out
for
the bloody summer.
BUFFY:
Spike!
SPIKE:
I mean it! I gotta do this.
BUFFY:
I love you.
Spike looks at Buffy, a flood of emotions pouring through him. He smiles
at her ironically.
SPIKE:
No, you don’t. But thanks for saying it. (beat) Now
go!
(to himself) I want to see how it ends.
Spike smiles wickedly as the magickal energy coursing through him
reaches a fever pitch. His face begins to blacken in spots which rapidly
join
together as he’s consumed from within by the power of the sun.
Within
seconds he disintegrates into dust. He takes down hundreds of of TFE's
minions, destroys Sunnydale and the Hellmouth with his sacrifice.
Chosen (S7, Ep22)
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