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Buffy opened up her closet, and took a peek at the clothes she had; She sighed racks and racks of nothingness. "What the hell am I gonna wear," she pouted picking out a black micro skirt.

Her knee length boots, propped up against the back wall of the closet. Tonight was an important night, Riley was gonna meet her at the Bronze. Willow had called earlier saying that she would meet her there.

Xander had been at work all day at the site. He was due to pick up Anya and meet them they’re later. She carefully applied her make up, and smoothed down her blue shirt leaving the two top buttons open. She took one last look in the mirror, picked up her black jacket and headed out the door.

Sunnydale had its secrets. She didn’t find out until she arrived and became "numero uno" slayer. A stake twirled in her hand, proving that this was no ordinary girl taking a stroll late at night.


She reached the Bronze, the music hitting the alleyway when the door opened. The club was packed; various moulded against each other, as she past to get to the bar. Willow spotted her from the balcony, and headed her off at the bar.

Buffy leaned over, trying to get the barman’s attention. Her skirt rising as she leant over. Willow stood next to her, a drink in her hand she sipped quietly. Buffy turned round to find Willow standing looking uncomfortable.

" Hey will, you okay," Buffy played with the straw in her diet coke.

" Yeah, I’m okay I got a letter from Oz today," Buffy’s eyes widened in recognition.

" Oh, do you wanna talk about it?" She led her best friend to a couch and sat down.

" I don’t know… I thought I was doing okay. Then the letter came…and now I’m all blergh " Willow threw up her hands and made shaking gestures. Buffy placed a hand on her arm. She smiled in encouragement, and spotted Riley watching her.


Things had been tough lately, Buffy patrolling every night, sometimes she wanted to be on her own but Riley had insisted on being there. She resented him, she wanted to be alone … and tonight was make or break time.

" Honey, I’m just gonna go to ladies room," Buffy stood up, and then leant down and hugged her friend.

Her neck tingled, letting her know a vampire was near. She scanned the crowd and looked towards the balcony, she couldn’t see anyone that resembled a vampire. She shrugged and took off for the bathroom.

Spike stood closer to the balcony, watching the slayer talk to her red headed friend. He also noticed the ponce with his friends. If he weren’t chipped he would gladly kick the crap out of him.

" Wanker" he whispered. And continued to watch Buffy. He tilted his head as he watched her walk swaying her hips in time to the music. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, ever since that damn spell. Just the feel of her in his arms, her lips on his. He shook his head, and took off down the stairs.

Buffy stared at her reflection in the mirror, guiding her fingers through her hair. Spike’s face popped into her thoughts, she shaked her head violently. Took a deep breath and headed out the door.

Spike caught glimpse of the door opening; her scent waded towards him through the crowd. He descended on the door and dragged her by the arm, pulling her out of the exit, and into the alley.

" What the hell…Spike I could easily fit you into an ashtray," Buffy stared in his blue eyes, seeing a familiar warmth.

" Well Slayer, look I think we need to talk," He reached into his pocket and retrieved his cigarettes and lighter.

"What about, " She watched Spike inhale the cigarette, and blow out rings of smoke.
" The spell, " Buffy turned away she wasn’t ready to talk about that yet. Because she wasn’t ready to let go just yet.






Chapter 2


Spike watched Buffy, as she turned away and broke from his grasp. He watched her pace back and forth. Muttering as he spoke to herself.
"She really was an odd girl," He thought to himself. He waited patiently listening to her ramblings. She abruptly turned around and opened her mouth.

" Look, I don’t know what you think but it was just a spell and it’s totally over," Buffy threw her hands in the air.

Spike inhaled the last of his cigarette; he walked forward to invade her space. He leaned down placed his lips on her cheek. He could hear her heartbeat race; she shivered slightly from the touch.

Buffy felt the cool lips on her cheek and shuddered, she wasn’t about to tell him she thought about him. Couldn’t stop thinking in fact ever since the dreaded spell. Buffy almost fell into him.

Spike moved back and searched her face, he noticed her cheeks flushed. She placed a hand on her cheek, feeling the warmth.

" What the hell, do you think you’re doing," She stepped forward.

" I’m trying to prove a point, that ever since that spell…they’re has been something there,"

" You’re deluded it was a spell end of story," She turned around to walk towards the opening of the alley. He grabbed her arm and swung her back round to face him.

" Don’t turn away from me, I know you feel something," He looked at her with those clear blue eyes. "Eyes of a killer" she mentally reminded herself.

" Whatever it was…finished when that spell ended,"

" Hah…so you do admit to something," Spike stood there triumphant his cocky smirk now showing on his face.

" Yes, I admit I hate you," She spat, releasing her arm from Spike’s hold and walking away. Spike’s muscle clenched in his cheek, his anger evident. He looked up to the sky, and silently cursed the powers for making him feel this way.
He followed after her, stopping her from exiting the alley. He pushed her against the wall, and placed his hand on the wall next to her head.

"I’m gonna show you, I’m not imagining this," Buffy frowned, he advanced so quickly her reflexes were slow. Cool lips pressed against hers, hands enveloped in her hair. Her mind screamed "Vampire" But the warmth that coursed through her body took over.

Buffy did the unthinkable, she kissed Spike back. The first thing Spike was aware of was he wasn't’ dust. He then felt, warm slayer hands reach under his shirt. His hands moved down, to lift the slayer in his arms.

Riley stood at the bar, a beer now in his hands waiting for Buffy, Willow had told him, Buffy went to the ladies room, and to pass a message that she would see her later. He scanned the crowd looking for the familiar blonde hair, he looked at his watch 20 minutes had passed. She knew that he wanted to talk about their relationship. Maybe she was, slaying a vamp. He drank the rest of his beer and headed out to the exit.


Buffy felt Spike’s lips advance, down her throat and she froze. He looked up with lust filled eyes.

" I won’t bite…unless you want me too," He smirked and kissed her. She kissed him back and wrapped her legs around his waist.
The door to Bronze opened, two very intoxicated college boys fell out. They stood up and noticed the couple making out against the wall.

Riley put his hand on the door, and pushed. He stepped outside.

" Riley, help us out buddy," His friend Forrester called from the pool table. Riley smiled and headed towards the centre of the club completely unaware that Buffy was in the alley.

Spike heard the scuffle of feet behind him, he turned around and his eyes flashed yellow. The two witnesses watched in horror and scampered out of the alley. "The Big Bad still has it, " he thought. He turned back to the writhing slayer in his arms.

Buffy’s mind reeled; her she was kissing Spike. Shouldn’t she be with Riley saving their relationship? She leaned back further against the wall; Spike rested his forehead against hers.

"This is wrong," Buffy whispered. Spike sighed and released his hands so that Buffy slid back down against the wall.

" Buffy, we have both proved that there is something between us," Buffy stared at her enemy.
" Yeah, maybe there is something. I’m not saying what, but nothing can come of this," Buffy’s eyes glowed with lust, her breathing erratic. Spike growled in frustration and closed his eyes.

"Slayer, you’re a fool," He pushed away from the wall and stomped down the alleyway his duster billowing behind him.











Buffy smoothed her hair, and took a deep breath. She opened the door and walked back into the club. She searched for Riley and found him at the pool table. She walked closer… she couldn’t stop thinking, the kiss in the alleyway. She didn’t have those feelings with Riley; everything with him felt…boring.

Spike continued towards downtown Sunnydale, he needed a drink nearest place was "Willie’s". He neared closer, as a demon was thrown out of the door landing at his feet.
"Looks like a good night," He mumbled and walked into the bar.

The door opened and Willie looked up, nervousness etched on his features. He held his hands up.
" Spike, I don’t want any trouble," He wiped the pool of beer that was on the bar.

" I don’t have a big clientele left, what with the Initiative," Spike looked up from counting his money.

" Shut up, and just give me some whiskey," He threw the $ 20 dollar bill on the bar. Willie rolled his eyes and grabbed a bottle. He may not want any trouble but he still had a business to run.

Willie placed the bottle on the bar and snatched the money. " So, women trouble, " Spike looked up and grabbed him by the collar.

" I’m the big bad, I don’t have women trouble," Willie gulped and stepped back when he was released from Spike’s hold.
He walked away leaving the vampire to his own thoughts; Spike pulled the cork off with his teeth.
He tipped the bottle back and let the amber liquid enter his throat.

Buffy stepped closer to the pool table waiting, Riley stood with his back to her, and he laughed.
" Yeah, she knows how to do this little twitching thing makes you shiver," Riley laughed and saw his friends not laugh with him. His smile faded… and he turned around to find a very pissed off slayer.

" Are you revealing slayer secrets?" She folded her arms across her chest.

" Oh no, defensive body language not good," Riley thought.

" Buffy, I…" She held up a hand to his face.

" You know what Riley, this was a mistake. You need to just grow up" Riley turned around to give his friend his beer.

" Look, I’m sorry, " He held out his arms.

" Consider this our talk, I can date someone who talks like this behind my back," She walked off leaving him stunned and embarrassed in front of his friends.

She stepped into the cool night air, not sure where she was going. Her one thought eventually leading to a certain blonde vampire. She walked down the street thinking of the one place he would be.

Spike was slumped against the bar, after finally finishing 3 bottles of whiskey. Willie had tried to stop him after bottle of and half. Spike’s only reply, was a digit held up in the air. He mumbled something about slayers that he couldn’t quite work out.

Willie saw her before she got to the door; he hid the extra money he had saved from the kitten poker earlier that night. She walked in through the door scanning the bar. A few demons that were singing at the kareoke machine, she crinkled her nose in distaste. Spike in the meantime had now slumped to the floor.

" Willie, have you seen Sp…" Buffy stumped her foot on something and she looked down to find a very inebriated vampire.

" For god’s sake, get rid of him slayer… he’s making my establishment look shabby," Willie continued to dry the glass with the dirty rag.
Buffy looked at the rag and then back down to Spike " You know, you do that all by yourself," she leaned down and picked Spike up throwing him over her shoulder and walked out of the bar and into the street.

Riley was fuming being humiliated like that in front of his friends. "Just who does the hell does she think she is?" He kicked a can that was lying on the road. His shoved into his pockets, he tried to think of a way to get her back.

Buffy heard Spike mumbling, she stopped and waited.

" Mmm slayer, she loves me I know it. I’m the big bad, I’m gonna make her see," Spike promptly passed out, leaving Buffy to carry him all the way to his crypt. She giggled the scenario was funny a drunk vampire being carried by a slayer.





Chapter 4











Buffy kicked open the door, to the dark and musty crypt and placed Spike on top of the sarcophagus. He mumbled and turned over; Buffy stood there and hugged herself with the cold.

She never did like waiting, she prodded Spike in the arm and he awoke falling over the other side of the sarcophagus. He stood upright and blinked.

"Bloody hell," He then held his hand to the side of his head. Buffy smirked "Serves, him right for getting drunk," She stood her ground.

" What… are you doing here slayer," Buffy looked everywhere else except for the person in front of her.

" Well, I thought we should…uh, continue our conversation we had earlier," Spike’s eyes opened wide in what his enemy was implying.

Buffy blushed, the rose colour creeping up he neck and settling on her cheeks. Spike clicked his tongue against his teeth and stepped forward.

" Well, slayer so you admit. There is something?"

" No, all I’m saying is that maybe something was left over from the spell," Buffy forced her chin upwards in defiance, she didn’t know why she had these feelings but it was time to stop.

Spike breathing was laboured, he advanced afraid she would change her mind. He placed bot ands on her arms holding her close. Buffy gasped at the closeness of the vampire. Her heartbeat banging erratically in her ribcage.

Spike leaned forward and placed his cool lips against hers, the electricity flowed between the two bodies. Buffy leaned into Spike’s embrace, her arms moved up to the collar of his duster.

Riley walked into the graveyard, a bottle of whiskey held in his left hand. He swayed against the gate. He was never one for drinking and aprubtly retched. His hand flew to his clammy forehead and passed out.

" How about, we have a drink," Spike held up a bottle and shook the contents.

Buffy bit on her lip; she walked over to where Spike stood.

" I’m, fed up of being slayer girl with priorities. I wanna be bad," Spike laughed, as she snatched the bottle from his grasp, she sat on the floor and tipped the bottle to her lips. She shook her head as the alcohol invaded her brain dulling her senses. Spike walked over to where she sat and grabbed the bottle.

Buffy opened her eyes; the first thing she noticed was that she was lying on the sarcophagus. She looked down and saw the sheet that adorned her naked body. She clutched it tighter to her chest, she then realised she was not alone.



Spike turned around and realised instead of being cold he was warm, His eyes snapped opened and checked. " No, there’s no sunlight," he told himself. His head hurt, he also felt fulfilled. "Did he feed, impossible he was chipped, there was only one other explanation," he thought to himself.

He heard the groan next to him, he closed his eyes and mentally kicked himself, and he turned his head to find a very blonde slayer clutching the sheet against her chest. He looked down and then at Buffy, noticing they were both was buck-naked.






Chapter 5



Spike looked away and smiled, he had been hoping this would be the outcome. He wouldn’t admit to Buffy, he wanted this more than anything. Buffy looked over at Spike and sat up pulling the sheet closer to her chest.

"Luv, what is it?" he looked toward her blushed face.

Buffy turned to him, his blue eyes seeking hers. She sighed and lowered her head. Spike had placed his arm on her arm.

"Spike, things have changed already. I don’t have the urge to stake you. And everyone is gonna know about it," She brushed her hair away from her face.

" Is, that all you’re worried about," Spike felt relieved he moved in closer.

"No, Spike you don’t get it I’ve been trained to kill you," Buffy sat up and wrapped the sheet around her back to him.

" I-I… have feelings for you. But I don’t know what yet," Buffy’s raised her shoulders and then lowered them.

Spike rubbed his eyes walked over to his duster; he picked up his jeans and rummaged for his cigarettes. He clicked the lighter and inhaled, Buffy heard the zip of his jeans and turned around. Spike had finished buckling his belt; he walked over to her.

She felt his arms envelop her, she leaned her head back and took comfort in his embrace. So many thoughts were going through her head she felt dizzy, mostly how her friends would react if she told them she was in love with yet another vampire.

" Buffy, your friends would eventually understand," Buffy turned around and stared at him.

" How is it, you always know what I’m thinking," He brushed a strand of hair that fallen across her cheek.

He shrugged her shoulders, and smiled. They stood in their embrace for a while neither wanting to go back to the real world.

" Maybe, we should keep this to ourselves," Buffy bit her lip, she was not sure she wanted to.

"Ok, I’m gonna give you 2 weeks. And then I want an answer," he walked over to the fridge and pulled out a jar of blood. Buffy watched in keen interest.



Riley groaned, he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. He opened his eyes and was attacked with the bright sunlight. Realising he was outside, he sat up. He then noticed he was in the cemetery, and thought it was odd no one fed on him. He noticed the empty bottle next to him, and that’s when he remembered.

Buffy humiliating, him in front of his friends last night at the Bronze, he was determined to win her back. He staggered, and held on to the side of the crypt. He took a few short breaths and lifted his head. He had to go and see Buffy’s watcher she would listen to him.

Riley passed a crypt; he stopped when he heard Buffy’s voice. Shaking his head, thinking he had drunken too much passed the crypt completely oblivious to the occupants inside.

Buffy lifted her jacket from the chair and slipped it on. Spike walked her to the door, wondering if she would choose him.

She opened the door, sunlight shining on her long blonde hair. Buffy looked up at Spike who was hidden behind the door.

" Well, I guess I better go. I have missed a few classes," Buffy stood between the door and Spike.

" Well, you are late. You might as well go for a half day," Spike raised his eyebrow. Buffy smiled the realising the lust in his eyes. She bit her lip and scratched her head.

" Well, another hour wouldn’t hurt," giggling she closed the door as Spike held her hand.



Chapter 6



Buffy walked into the class, and took her seat. While the professor talked, Buffy daydreamed about Spike. She noticed Willow signalling her, she mouthed to meet her for a drink.

Buffy sat across from Willow, and stared at her coffee. Willow took a sip, and frowned.

" Buffy, what’s up. You’re very quiet," Buffy looked up when she heard Willow.

"Huh, oh it’s nothing," Willow looked down at her coffee waiting for Buffy to say something.

"Well…you see the thing is, I’ve met someone else and broke up with Riley,"

Willow spluttered on her coffee, burning her lips. She put her coffee cup down.

"When did this happen…I mean I know you guys had a few problems, but I was sure you would work it out,"

Buffy nodded her head, and looked out the café window; she could hear Willow talking how they were the perfect couple.

" I-I think I’m falling for a vampire," and for the second time Willow choked on her coffee.

"Buff… It’s not Angel is it?"

"No, it’s not Angel, I still don’t know… how I feel about him yet," Buffy threw her head down on the table making the coffee cups jump. Willow ruffled her hair, and smiled.

" Aw, Are you gonna tell me about him?" Buffy looked up she could always count on Willow to be excited. Her green eyes sparkled.

Spike watched from the alleyway, he was safe the sun had cast over the opposite building. He had watched Buffy walk into the coffee shop with the witch.

He took a drag on his cigarette, and frowned as he watched "Soldier boy" walk into the shop.

Buffy and Willow were laughing, when Buffy caught sight of Riley walk in through the door. Willow’s smile faltered when she saw Buffy’s frown.

She stood up and walked passed him; Willow followed and gave him an embarrassed smile.

Buffy took a few deep breaths, wondering did she make the right decision. The tingle crept up her back, and settled on her neck. Her eyes darted to where a vampire would lurk, she looked towards the alleyway and spotted the familiar black duster, She lifted her hand and cautiously waved.

Spike stood his cigarette hanging limply from his lips; he blinked while his brain registered.

" Well…Well, I do believe the slayer just waved, wonders never cease," Spike chuckled and walked back to the sewer entrance.



Buffy sat at the table with Xander, Anya and Willow were dancing. She hadn’t heard from Spike in a week, she only had another week to decide whether it was Spike she wanted.

Xander stood up and grabbed Buffy’s hand; She giggled and was led to the dancefloor. She listened to the beat, and let her hips moved Xander as usual was doing his crazy dance. Anya swapped positions feeling threatened, Buffy just giggled and moved over to Willow.

Spike watched from the balcony, He noticed the slayer dancing with the whelp, and couldn’t feel jealous it wasn’t him. He looked away and spotted a girl approach him; he accepted the beer she gave him a smile.

Buffy saw the interaction; she frowned in anger and excused herself from her friends. She charged up the staircase to have it out with the obnoxious vampire.

Chapter 7

Buffy stormed the stairs, a slayer on a mission. Willow had watched Buffy’s face, furrowing in anger. Then she saw Spike chatting with a skanky girl on the balcony of the club.

Buffy stood behind Spike her arms folded her foot tapping on the floor. The girl across from Spike was signalling, he couldn’t spot the slayer. He turned around to find the blond beauty, glaring at him. He placed his beer down, and faced her.

Buffy was seething, " How dare he chat up another girl" She waited her eyebrow lifted waiting for an explanation.

"Buffy, this is uh…" Spike motioned to the girl next to him. The girl rolled her eyes.

" Susie…are you his girlfriend or something, cos he never told me he had a girlfriend," She stood there and bit her nail.

"God, she is just like Harmony," Spike’s muscle flickered beneath his cheek.

" What, would you know slayer?" He stepped forward and leaned into her.

" You know, you look hot when you’re angry," Spike smirked when he was pushed back. He banged against the balcony railing.

A couple of guys stared, seeing it was just a couple fighting went back to they’re drinking.

Buffy’s cheeks were on fire, he made her so mad half the time, and lust after him the next. He stood there arrogant as ever and all she wanted to do was kiss him.

So she did the next best thing, she punched him; he flew back rubbing his jaw.

He stood up and advanced forward, pushing her back with both his hands. Buffy flipped and landed on her feet.

" I think, were gonna take it outside," She pulled Spike by the collar, advancing down the steps two at a time.

She threw Spike out of the back door, the same one a week earlier. Spike rolled on the floor and stood up. He bounced on his feet his fists held up, in mock boxing stance.

"So…the slayer wants to play," He stood awaiting Buffy to throw the first punch.

"Not playing Spike, " She punched him in the nose, knocking him backwards.

He held his nose the blood dripping, down to his lip. He absentmindedly licked his top lip.

"Eww, gross Spike," She looked away and he stared a confused look on his face.

"I’m a vampire…our natural senses is to want blood,"

" Yeah but not from your own nose,"

Spike walked closer; cocksure of himself he leaned into Buffy. She felt the shiver of his lips against the column of her throat.

Buffy closed her eyes, the rush of pleasure that started in her toes and tingled all the way to the top of her head. She had never experienced this feeling.

Her mind screamed "no" she pushed Spike back and stared.

" I can’t do this, it’s too weird you’re my enemy. It has got to stop,"

Spike’s eyes flashed yellow, he let out a vampire growl, suprising Buffy.

" What, is up with you…I’m falling for you, and all you can do is push me away,"

Buffy stood her ground her chin stuck out defiantly, her eyes stung with tears but she blinked them back, there was truth in what Spike was telling her. She did push people away but she knew life of a slayer was short-lived.

"Spike, you don’t understand, I…"

"That’s right, I don’t understand I don’t think I ever will, you like pushing people who get too close to you," Spike sighed and stood before her his forehead resting against hers.

"I need to stay away from you," Spike turned and strode out of the alleyway his duster billowing behind him.

"Everybody leaves," Buffy whispered, and crumbled to the floor and wept.





Chapter 8

Spike kicked the door of his crypt with his foot; He stormed over to the wall and reached for the bottle of whiskey. He took a healthy gulp, and threw the bottle against the wall. The offending item smashed into pieces, shattering to the floor.

He laughed, tears forming in his eyes. He once called himself "Love’s Bitch" and now he knew it. He paced around the crypt, walking his anger. He loved the slayer, he knew it but she would never, get over the vampire stigma.

He knew what he had to do, he picked up the bag and threw the bags of blood and clothes he had, and he scribbled a note and walked out of Sunnydale.

Buffy’s cheeks were hot, stained from the tears. She had to make it up with Spike. She had feelings with him; she didn’t even feel with Angel. With a determined walk, she carried on to the cemetery.

Spike stopped off to see his friend Clem; they shared a beer before Spike told him he was leaving.

"What, Spike I thought you liked it here?" Clem lifted his arm, as the layers of skin wobbled.

Spike smiled, and took a sip of his beer; he looked around the familiar bar. The poker game had already finished, and Clem cheated as usual.

"I need to get out of here for a while, but I will leave a number for you to contact me," Clem nodded as the piece of paper was left on the table. Spike drank the last of the beer and stood up.

"Well mate, better get a move on," Spike nodded at his friend, slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out of the bar.



Clem sighed, Spike always, was the same when it came to women.

Buffy picked up her pace, as she walked through the cemetery. She came closer to Spike’s crypt, noticing the door open. She halted, should she turn back? She continued and stepped through the door, she found a bottle smashed into the corner of the room, the place looked more empty than usual.

She continued into the corner of the room, her heart pounding. Anxiety, took over she knew he was gone. She sat, in the corner of the crypt, her arms hugging her knees.

She cried, silent tears hoping that the blonde haired vampire would be back before sunrise.

Spike drove down the highway in his black desoto. A picture of Buffy hung from the dashboard.

Scattered bottles of whiskey littered the inside of the car. Spike took a gulp from the almost empty bottle, and threw it behind him o the seat.

He hoped she would find the note soon, he couldn’t bear to be without her, but she had to learn where her heart lied.



Buffy awoke from her slumber; she stretched her legs and realised that she was still sitting in the crypt. She wiped her face, and brushed her hair behind her ears.

She stood up, still not sensing Spike. And walked over to the makeshift bed, a note lay on top of the pillow addressed to her. She reached out to pick it up, and retracted her hand, afraid of what she would find.



Buffy picked up the note, and scanned her eyes across the note, memorising every word. She folded it in her hands and took off for Willie’s bar.



Chapter 9



Buffy kicked the door to Willie’s, most of the clientele looked up. She looked around not seeing the familiar blonde hair and headed straight for Willie.



As soon as the slayer walked through the door, Willie was on edge. He continued to clean the dirty glasses behind the bar silently wished she wouldn’t cause yet another fight.



"Buffy, what a delight to see you here,"



She grabbed hold of Willie’s shirt collar and pulled him towards her. He dropped the glass he was cleaning.



"I want you to tell me where Spike is?" It wasn’t a good idea, to piss off a slayer when she was in this mood.



"I don’t know, heard he spilt. But the only one who knows is Clem," Willie pointed to the demon on the other side of the room.



Clem sat counting his money he had won at Kitten Poker, he noticed the blond girl staring at him, and he looked up and smiled the excess skin around his face flapping up and down.



Buffy frowned, and walked to his table. She manoeuvred between the patrons; demons scattered away from the slayer. She sat across from Clem and waited.



"So, this is why Spike left," Buffy blinked her fears had come true.



"He left, do you know where he went?" Buffy sat down afraid her legs would give way.



"Well, I’m not I should tell you. He was pretty adamant he didn’t want to be found," Clem lifted his glass and drained the contents. Buffy bit her lip. She shook her head trying to shake the thoughts in her head.



" I want to find him, he means a lot to me. Just hope it’s not too late,"

Clem stared, into the slayers green orbs now glistening with tears. He motioned, to Willie to bring some drinks to the table. Clem spoke quietly; as to not let any other "interested" people where the blond vampire was.

Buffy sipped her drink, listening to the journey Spike was taking. All she had to do was get Willow to cover her classes and let her mother to know.



She thanked Clem, and headed out of the bar. He nodded his head, who would’ve thought it a vampire and a slayer in love.



Buffy rushed back to her dorm, she threw clothes into her clothes in a bag. She sat down and wrote a letter to Willow. The door opened and her red headed friend walked through.



" Hey Buff," She placed her books on her desk, and sat on her bed. Willow noticed the bag packed and frowned.



"Ah, Willow I need you to cover for me for a few weeks," Willow’s eyes widened and she stood up.



" Why, where are you going?" Buffy sat next to her on the bed.



" You’re not going to like what I’m about to tell you,"



"You’re scaring me now,"



"Well, the thing is I’m going to find Spike he ran off, a-and I love him,"

Willow grinned and placed her hand on Buffy’s shoulder.



" I know," it was Buffy’s turn to look shocked.



" How,"



" I saw your face, when we were in the Bronze. I watched you look, at the balcony with Spike talking to that girl…I knew then you both had that eye lock like there was something more than hate there,"

Buffy smiled and hugged her friend.



" You, were always the smartest cookie in the jar,"

Willow grinned back and helped Buffy pack the rest of the clothes she was taking. She turned around to face Buffy.



" Do you, know where he is?" Buffy rubbed her head and sighed.



"That’s the thing, he was last seen in England. His friend hasn’t heard from him yet,"



"Buffy, England I mean that’s across the world, are you sure you want to do this,"

Buffy looked up and smiled wistfully " I love him Will," Willow patted her on the back.



" Well, that’s a good enough reason as any," She picked up the bag and headed out of the door for the airport.






Spike’s sat at the bar drinking his beer, London had changed a lot in the years since he was alive. His cellphone rang and interrupted his thoughts.



"Well, she’s been in asking for you. Do you think she’s worth it?"



" No question Clem, I love her just hope she agrees to it,"



" Well, she is a feisty one, she almost knocked Willie out looking for you,"

Spike laughed a deep throaty laugh, which attracted looks from the customers in the pub.



"Yep, that’s true that’s my slayer,"



Chapter 10

Spike sat at the desk, in the hotel room and ticked off the list. Buffy had taken the bait and followed him to London.

Would she, want to stay when she found him?

Spike, drank his blood straight from the bag. Although the hotel manager, never questioned him about the irregular requests.

Buffy sat in the airport lounge, awaiting the flight. She smiled to herself, she knew she was doing the right thing. She didn’t even see Xander, rush through the doors closely followed by Willow.

"I tried to stop him Buffy, really I did," Willow put a hand on her hip.

" Is it true Buffy," Xander chest was heaving from running from the car park.

"Xander…you know I love you as a friend. I have to do this," Buffy grabbed his hand which he threw away.

" You, can’t be serious Buffy, he’s a killer and you have a job to do,"

Buffy frowned, would she ever have his blessing. She looked over to Willow who gave her a sympathetic roll of her eyes.

"Right, that’s it I’ve had enough," Willow grabbed Xander’s jacket and pulled him back. He stumbled and turned around to her.

"Xander, you’ve been my best friend for like…forever. But you will always have a problem, with Buffy loving someone other than you,"

Buffy stared at her best friend, and smiled she really was a clever one.

"Now, I don’t care… she is going to find Spike. And bring him back home, so just get over it,"

Xander was stunned he always thought that, Willow would stick up for him. Maybe he did have a problem with her liking the un-dead. He shrugged his shoulders and sat down.

"I’ve said it before, and I’m gonna say it again. You are a one smart cookie,"

Willow smiled and hugged her friend; they were close but not as much since Oz had left.

The gate opened, in the lounge. Buffy stood up and sighed. Would this work? She had to let Spike know how she felt about him? She said goodbye to her friends and continued down the corridor to the plane. Willow made a silent wish; her friend would be okay.

Spike had continued to make plans, for Buffy’s arrival. No one knew that Spike had saved the money that was left from his mother.



The plane touched down at Heathrow Airport and Buffy un-buckled her seatbelt. She reached into her bag, and slapped her forehead when she noticed she forgot her weapons, not that she would have got through the customs.





She stood before the doors and suddenly thought "Where, the hell am I gonna stay," she turned around and saw a booth to arrange hotels.

She picked up her bags, and made her way to the door. The sun had started to fall beneath the horizon, causing an amber glow. Buffy loved sunsets, but have didn’t have time to look.

She climbed into the cab, and gave the driver the instructions to the hotel.

Spike, sat in his car the blackened out windows shielding him from the sun. He saw his blond beauty; walk threw the doors hailing a cab.



Buffy sat in her hotel room, she saw Spike in the car behind her. She would recognise that piece of crap anywhere.

She had waited for 3 hours, expecting him to call on her. She gave up, and decided to patrol the streets of London. Spike watched from the alleyway across from the hotel. He had waited there for hours, saw her approach the window. She had finally come out, a while later and walked the streets.

Buffy staked a vampire, which had lurked in the cemetery. It wasn’t the same; she missed patrolling with her friends and then eventually running into the "Big Bad".

"So you are the slayer,"

Buffy turned around to find a group of four vampires. She rolled her eyes and twirled the stake in her fingers.

"Ok, so I guess you are the welcoming squad?"

" In a way…yes. One of our brethren from long ago is back, you might know him William,"

Buffy’s eyes widened when she realised, they were talking about Spike, she, walked closer.

" I know of him, so what," Buffy stuck out her chin for more emphasis.

" You’re gonna help us kill him," One of the vampires, reached out to grab her. She flung out her arm to block his punch. But was stung in the back of her neck by a cattle prod.

" Pick her up boys, William will know that we have her," Two of the vamps picked up the weightless slayer and carry her out of the cemetery.

Spike creeped behind the tree, in just enough time to watch Crispin walk away with the slayer. His demon came forth in anger, and whispered one word.

"Bollocks,"



Chapter 11

Buffy woke up, and scanned her surroundings. "What is it, with vampire’s and their warehouses," She moved her feet.

The lumps on her head now visible. She touched the now prominent lump and scrunched her face in pain.

She tried to pull the shackles, which were attached to her ankles. Even with slayer strength she couldn’t free them.

Spike looked up to the dark black sky, and inhaled. His head darted to his left to a warehouse on the edge of town. He stalked down the street intent on breaking in.

For an old vampire he was still pretty agile, he looked through the skylight to see the slayer shackled to a pillar in the middle of the warehouse, vampires were strategically placed on all exits. This vampire knew he would be followed.



He carefully thought of his plan of action, he knew he wouldn’t get out alive, he needed help. But who would be stupid enough to help him?

" I don’t care, what you say Will I’m going," Xander continued to throw his clothes into a bag.

Willow rolled her eyes and walked to the door, she turned back to face her friend.

" Well, if you’re thinking you’re going on your own. Your wrong buster," She continued up the basement stairs. Xander secretly relieved that his best friend would be coming with him.


Spike continued to walk the streets of London, trying to think of whom he could call. The smell of fear reached his nostrils, he turned his head to look down the dark and dank alleyway.

His duster billowed behind him, his black scuffed boots echoing the alley. The smell drew him nearer to his target. He could a faint heartbeat, and a very strong one.

He rounded the corner; he couldn’t believe his eyes. On the floor was Willow unconscious, a vampire had Xander backed onto the wall, his fangs now elongated in the moonlight.

Spike smirked this was gonna be fun, he waited to see how far this vampire would go.

" So, you’re American, you smell of burgers," The vampire licked his lips.

" How dare you say that, I brushed my teeth this morning…but uh forgot to shower," Xander stared into the yellow eyes of his predator.

" Well…look what we have here,"

He released the chokehold he had on Xander’s throat, when he heard the other person in the alleyway.

Xander blinked at the familiar sound of dead boy’s voice. " Spike," he squeaked.

The vampire’s eyes grew wide, he walked over to Spike, " My god, your Spike you’re a legend over here,"

Spike grinned; this guy really was a fool. Willow slowly opened her eyes, and focused on the alley floor, spotting a familiar pair of boots.

"Yeah…that’s me mate, glad to see my reputation proceeds me," Spike pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips. The lighter shone in the dark alley, lighting Spike’s demon face.

Spike put the lighter back in his pocket, and reached for his stake. With quick lightning speed he dove it straight through the vampire’s chest, his body exploding in a cloud of dust.

" Spike,"

He looked up to see Xander rubbing his throat; Willow was now sat up against the wall.

" Whelp, are you completely deranged. Or are you asking for trouble,"

"What…I can handle myself,"

" Oh yeah, I can see that almost being turned and all," Spike inhaled the smoke and blew through his nose.

"Guys," Both Xander and Spike looked towards the outburst, to see Willow tapping her foot on the floor impatiently.

" Spike, where’s Buffy,"

" Ah…glad you asked it seems the slayer got herself kidnapped,"



Chapter 12

Xander slapped his forehead, as Willow paced the alleyway. Spike stood and waited, he threw the cigarette butt on the floor and crushed it under his boot.

"And where, pray tell was the Big Bad?"

Spike looked over at Xander and growled, His yellow eyes burning in the dark.

"Okay…don’t get all grrr," Xander held his hands up in defeat. Willow stepped in between the both of them a hand on each of their chests.

" God, why don’t you two grow up. We need to find Buffy,"

Xander and Spike looked sheepishly at each other. Willow straightened her shoulders and leaned against the wall.

" So, do we know anything about her kidnappers,"

Spike sighed and told the story of how he met Crispin, Willow and Xander listened with interest.

"So. That’s why he’s pissed," Spike threw his cigarette butt to the floor, he looked up and saw the look on the scoobie’s faces.

Willow coughed and rubbed her jaw.

"So, how do we get Buffy back," Spike smiled and leaned forward.

" Well, we have to make Crispin think you’re vampires,"

Xander eyes opened wide in horror, he held up his hands.

" Hell, no I’m not becoming a vampire especially in a vampire’s layer," He folded his arms across his chest.

"God, where’s your stones,"

"Stones, what’s those," Willow looked confused and then shook her head.

Spike rolled his eyes towards the heavens " How the hell did the slayer stay friends with these idiot’s for so long" he thought.

"Never mind, I’m in anything for Buffy,"

Spike clapped his hands together and rubbed them, His smile evident in the dark night.

"Okay, we need a plan," Spike paced the alleyway, these teenagers wouldn’t be enough who else would help.

"I need to make a phonecall," Spike turned round and started to walk away from them.

" Uh Spike, we brought someone with us, We figured we needed help," Willow walked in front of the vampire.

"Who is it?" Spike looked over Willow’s shoulder and spotted a dark haired girl.

"This is faith, another slayer," The girl walked towards the trio with an air of ignorance that matched Spike’s.

"So, this is the famous Faith," She lifted her eyebrow and smirked.

"And you’re a vampire,"

"Oh, she’s good,"

Willow and Xander looked at each other; Vampire’s and Slayers just didn’t get on.

" Can we please, leave this till later Buffy’s in trouble," Willow raised her voice.

"Ok, right let’s get started," Spike turned and strode through the alleyway his coat billowing behind him.



Chapter 13

Faith stood with her back against the wall, She looked over to her left and caught Xander. The determination on his face was enough; Willow held a crossbow in her hands.

Spike leaned down and crawled over the south side of the building, His coat billowing in the dark night air. He looked through the skylight and saw Buffy sitting cross-legged on the floor.

His eyes flashed yellow, and he broke threw the glass to land on his feet. Vampires were quick to respond, Spike was ready in a spin to his left he dusted the first vamp that advanced him.

Buffy pulled on her chains, she looked up to see a vampire run towards Spike, with her foot raised the vampire tripped over to land on his face.

"Stupid vampire," she muttered under her breath. Spike swung the sword that was harnessed beneath his belt to break the chains. The door swung open, and Willow, Xander and Faith charged into the warehouse.

Willow looked left and right suddenly scared, she hit one of the vamps in the back with an arrow. He dusted in front of Xander.

A fight ensued with vampires and the scoobies, Crispin watched from the first balcony a smile fixed on his demon features.

Faith thrust the stake into the vampire’s chest and sighed. "I love being a slayer," she smiled and brushed the dust of her jacket.

" Hey B, how’s it going," Buffy looked up relief washed over her face.

Buffy’s mouth opened to speak, but she turned around when she felt an extra person in the room.

"Well done, Spike I honestly didn’t think you had it you," Crispin paced in front of the group.

"Crispin, you’re an idiot. You would never kill the slayer not with me here," Spike stood menacingly in front of Buffy.

" Dru was right, you are soft for her," Spike vamped out in anger.

" Shut up, you just shut up,"

Buffy placed a hand on his shoulder, and stared at him her green eyes imploring him.

Spike retreated to his human guise, and nodded reluctantly.

" I don’t know what history you have with Spike, but it’s finished," Cripsin placed his hands on his hips and smirked.

Buffy and Crispin advanced each other, each reproachful in their attack. Spike stood and waited, he wanted to wipe the smirk off his face.

The vampire and the slayer traded blows, each matching the ferocity of each punch. Buffy fell to the floor and shook her head, to shake the dullness she felt.

"Get up slayer," Crispin looked over to Spike and the others. His guard down, Buffy took that moment to swing her leg, knocking him to the floor. His eyes flashed yellow in anger, and stood up.

His hand raised, he advanced forward. His fist connected to Buff’s jaw knocking her back. Spike couldn’t hold any longer, he rushed forward to kick Crispin in the back.

He fell forward and Spike sunk to his knee’s waiting for the pain to spark in his brain.

Nothing came; he looked up towards Buffy who opened her eyes. He smiled and raised himself to stand.

"Slayer, I do believe this is my fight," Spike lowered his hands and threw out the bottom of his duster for emphasis.

Buffy walked back, never taking her eyes off the two vampires. Both vampires merged into their vampire counterparts, and the dance began.

Spike proceeded to walk, around never taking his eyes off his opponent. The growl that emanated from his chest vibrated in the empty warehouse. Buffy, Xander, Willow and Faith stood there and watched "William The Bloody" in all his glory.

Crispin handed out a few punches to Spike’s jaw, which in returned just laughed.

Spike kicked him in the stomach, and flew a few feet back crashing against a pillar. He stealthily walked over to his victim, and stood in front of him.

He pulled him, by his collar so that they were both level.

"You know, I would really love to finish this little dance," Spike raised his scarred eyebrow and smiled.

"But, I’m bored of kicking your ass," Spike pushed him backwards where the wood that was protruding from the pillar stuck through his chest, stopping inches from Spike’s own chest.

Spike wiped his hands on his jeans, as the dust evaporated all around him.

"Okay, what’s say we go get a drink," Her turned to his audience and grabbed the slayer’s hand leading out of the warehouse.

Epilogue





The lights dimmed, couples flocked to the dancefloor. The sensual beat echoing through the Bronze. Willow sat with her drink; she looked up to see Xander dancing with Anya. He didn’t say anything after the trip to London.

The jibes still continued with Spike, but there was something different. They didn’t respect each other, but they did get along for Buffy’s sake. Xander did try, and talk Buffy out of the situation with Spike. Faith had dragged him away and got him drunk, where Spike had to rescue him from getting pummelled by a gang of Grelock demons.

Faith had disappeared yet again, leaving just the one slayer in Sunnydale. Willow looked up from her drink, to see Buffy walk through the door.

Buffy sat down, while Xander and Anya joined them. Buffy’s eyes darted around looking Spike.

" So what time is dead boy coming?" Xander popped a pretzel in his mouth.

" Oh, are you being stood up because that’s very unfortunate," Anya continued to hold on to Xander upper arm.

Buffy stared at them; maybe she was being stood up? She stood up and sighed.

" Anyone wanna dance? Willow?" her friend nodded they hadn’t hung out like this for a while.

They both walked out to the dancefloor, the beat picked up and Buffy let herself go.

Her hands raised above her head, she closed her eyes. Strong hands enveloped her waist pulling her flush against a strong chest.

A smile curved on her lips, and she ground her hips backward against her admirer’s crotch.

"Slayer, you keep doing that and I think were gonna have to take you somewhere," Spike leant down and kissed the side of her neck.

She turned around, and kissed him soundly on the lips. her hand lowered to his belt fingering his buckle. He sucked in his breath and his blue eyes now growing cloudy with lust.

"You know, I know a very intimate alleyway," Her eyes danced as she led Spike by the hand.



~The End ~