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Chapter 33 - AfterlifeShe was back. Buffy was back, and I could hardly believe the feelings that invoked. I'd celebrated for a while, alone in my crypt, and I'd eventually fallen into a drunken stupor. That's why I didn't hear him until he shook me awake. "Come back to tell me the witch didn't take a chance?" I ask, surprising myself at my coherency. "No, Spike. Just decided to make sure things go smoothly for Buffy now. She's going to be vulnerable for a bit, and I'm not going to let you take advantage." Out of nowhere, he pulled a stake. I'm telling you, it was touch and go for a second. But, chip or not, I'm still fast. I was out of that chair, and on my feet before he could get the stake past my clothes. He tried again, lunging at me, but the poor bloke didn't stand a chance. Even half-drunk, I'm more than a match for Xander Harris. He gave up, in the end. Went off with his tail between his legs. I was left with a strange feeling. A feeling that it should all have turned out differently, but I had no idea where that idea had come from.
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