INT. BUFFY'S HOUSE - UPSTAIRS BATHROOM - NIGHT
Buffy enters in a bathrobe. She goes to the tub, grimacing at the pain in her back as she leans down to start the water.
SPIKE (O.S.)
(concerned)
You hurt?
Buffy gasps. Spike is now standing in the doorway (sans leather coat).
BUFFY
Get out.
SPIKE
We need to talk.
BUFFY
I really don't.
SPIKE
This isn't just about you -- as much
you'd like it to be.
BUFFY
You spoke. I listened. You leave.
SPIKE
(soft, sincere)
I'm sorry.
The sincerity in his voice affects Buffy despite her anger and hurt.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Not that it matters now. But I
needed you to know that.
BUFFY
Why?
SPIKE
Because I care about you.
BUFFY
Then you might want to try the not
sleeping with my friends.
SPIKE
That's not... I didn't go to Anya for
that. I was looking for a spell.
BUFFY
(anger rising)
You were going to use a spell on me?
SPIKE
It wasn't for you. I wanted
something -- anything to make this
feeling stop. I just wanted it to
stop.
(a beat, soft)
You should have let him kill me.
BUFFY
I couldn't.
SPIKE
Why?
BUFFY
You know why.
SPIKE
Because you love me.
A beat. This has gone way beyond pain and retribution. It's down to the truth now, once and for all.
BUFFY
(softly, honestly)
No. I don't.
SPIKE
Why do you keep lying
to yourself?
BUFFY
I'm not saying I don't have feelings
for you. I do. But it's not love.
I could never trust you enough for it
to become that.
SPIKE
Trust is for old marrieds, Buffy.
Great love is wild and passionate and
dangerous. It burns and consumes.
BUFFY
Until there's nothing left. That
kind of love doesn't last.
He's moving towards her, desperate, tortured.
SPIKE
I know you feel like I do. You don't
have to hide it anymore.
He moves to kiss her. She gently tries to stop him.
BUFFY
Spike --
SPIKE
Let yourself feel it...
He's becoming more forceful.
BUFFY
Stop it...
It's quickly escalated into a very real, very ugly struggle.
SPIKE
You love me...
BUFFY
Don't --
She stumbles back. She grabs onto the shower curtain, falling. The shower curtain rings pop off like gunfire as she goes down, WHACK! She gasps in pain as her back cracks against the edge of the tub, then her head as she stumbles more, dazing her.
Spike is on her, pinning her against the back of the tub, oblivious to her pain. His kisses are desperate, forceful.
SPIKE
(kissing her)
Let it go... Let yourself love me...
BUFFY
(over)
Stop it... please... stop...
He doesn't listen.
BLACK OUT.
END OF ACT TWO
Act Three
INT. BUFFY'S HOUSE - UPSTAIRS BATHROOM - NIGHT
Buffy struggles with Spike, pain shooting through her injured back. He's on top of her, desperate, hungry.
SPIKE
(kissing, touching)
I know you felt it... When I was
inside you...
BUFFY
Don't...
She manages to push him off. She scuttles for the door like a wounded animal. He catches her leg, scrambling back on top of her and pinning her wrists down.
SPIKE
You're going to let me inside you...
BUFFY
Please...
SPIKE
You'll feel it again, Buffy...
BUFFY
Spike, stop...
He tears at her robe, getting it open.
SPIKE
I'll make you feel it...
BUFFY
STOP!
She shoves him back, exploding. He flies across the room, smashing midway up the opposite wall, cracking the plaster and crashing to the floor. Buffy stands, trembling with rage, fear -- and reclaimed power.
BUFFY (cont'd)
Ask me again why I could never love
you.
Spike looks up at her, realizing how far he just crossed the line.
SPIKE
Oh god. Buffy... I didn't --
BUFFY
Because I stopped you. Something I
should have done a long time ago.
Spike can muster no response, the weight of his actions crushing down on him. Buffy stands motionless, her eyes slick with anger -- and a tinge of fear from almost being violated.
INT. THE BRONZE - NIGHT