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There wasn't even a flicker of pain or panic as she moved toward him, although every instinct in him screamed not to let that fatal piece of tree near his heart. Still, with a sneer on his lips and that same bitterness still raging in his eyes, he allowed the thing to pierce his skin, blood welling around it and then dripping slowly, oozing down his chest.

With a brutal movement he grabbed her shoulder in one hand, his grip vicelike, the other moving up to wrap around her hand, already so close to his chest. The chip flared with warning in his skull, adding to the intensity of the moment and causing his upper lip to twitch upwards. She would've killed him already if it had been her plan. His lip curled up farther as he pulled her closer, pushing the wooden stake farther in, almost relishing in the pain that seemed to swallow all else.

His eyes found hers, and he realized they were close enough that he could smell her hair again, the scent of her shampoo. Without wanting to, his expression seemed to soften, the sneer fading away until he was merely gazing at her with an unreadable expression, his eyes still burning, although the mere proximity of her was already overwhelming his desire for vengence, for anything else but her.

His hand softened of her shoulder ever so slightly, so that the chip in his head receded to only a throbbing pain. again he posed the question, knowing she hadn't been honest with her earlier answer. He mouthed it as well, as if saying it out loud to her. What are you afraid of ?

He searched her face for only a moment before letting the hand curled over her stake travel up her arm to brush against the mark on her neck. Without warning he swooped in again, and again his kisses were rough, desperate, aching with longing.

It was at this moment that the door swung open, Giles walking in with his nose buried in the mornings paper, a brown paper bag clutched in one hand, completely oblivious to the scene unfolding in his apartment.