Buffy the Vampire Slayer Preferences + imagines/one shots

Spike - Teacher

I'm trying not to overthink this.

It's just that...

Yesterday, I went on a rant about my English teacher to Spike. I really do hate that woman and I did not hold back. I said a lot of unsavoury things that weren't untrue, but weren't exactly very nice, either. Okay, I may have said I wished the old hag would drop dead.

And now she's nowhere to be seen.

A substitute walks in and writes his name on the board. He offers no explanation for our normal teacher's absence and hands out some worksheets.

I am petrified that Spike's done something to her.

Like I said, that woman is pure evil, but she's still human. If Spike's done something on my account, that makes me a murderer by proxy and I can't have that weighing on my conscious! Especially in my final year of college.

I feel sick to my stomach the entire lesson but, thankfully, this is my last lecture of the day, so I sprint to Restfield Cemetery as soon as I'm dismissed.

I enter the crypt heaving and panting. Spike looks very concerned.

"What's wrong with you?"

I let out a high-pitched, wheezy laugh.

He looks at me with furrowed eyebrows until I can breathe normally.

"Did you kill my English teacher?"

There's a hesitation of pure silence that makes me taste acid.

"No..." he says slowly. I'm not the least bit convinced.

I collapse on his armchair, my head in my hands. "Oh no. Oh no. Oh no."

Spike comes over and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Hey! What is wrong with you? I thought you hated her!"

"You did kill her, didn't you?!" I look up, wide eyed, and he sighs.

"How'd you suppose I did it, huh? Have you forgotten about my little predicament?" He points to the chip in his head, his tone absolutely done with me. He does have a point but I wouldn't put it past him to find a loophole of some sort.

"I didn't kill her." he emphasises each word patronisingly and it only settles my nerves a fraction.

"What did you do then?"

He squints. "You bloody women. Never know what you want. One day you're wishing the old hag would drop dead and the next you're in mourning."

"So you did kill her!"

"No!" he points at me, and I lean back a bit, not wanting to see him angry. He notices this and drops his shoulders with a forced sigh. "I just... I may have caught her when she was leaving work late last night and scared the living daylights out of her. I may have bit her just enough to leave a mark, too, but that was all the chip would let me get away with. And I knew that. I was never gonna off her for real."

I gape at him. Then laugh nervously, leaning back in the chair. My soul is saved! Well, at least a bit. I run a hand down my face, relieved, and Spike now cracks a smile. 

"Worked yourself up there, didn't you?"

"I can't believe you did that. Why go out of your way?" 

"Why? 'Cus she sounds like a right cow and was making you upset."

I pull myself up into a sitting position, "You care that much about me?"

He frowns, "Don't go all soppy on me. I was doing you a favour."

"That's debatable... and please don't traumatise the people I slag off. I'm very dramatic."

"Now, that I can agree with," he smirks, sitting down on the sofa. He picks up the TV remote and turns the volume up. "Now hush, Passions is on."