Author's Chapter Notes:
This first meeting is, I’m afraid, out of context, but it was the first one I reported before I realised lots more had happened before they came to this place in their relationship.
NEVER EVER TELL by Lilachigh One: They come in all sizes.

He heard her scream as he passed the house. He was on his way back from town to his crypt. Well, to be fair, he’d been passing to and fro from crypt to town and back again for the past three hours, but this time he was in the right place at the right time. The scream rang out again. He covered the ground from sidewalk to front door in a split second, opened it and then was flung backwards by the magical barrier. “Buffy!” he roared. “Slayer!”

“Oh god, not you - go away, Spike. Or better still, go and find Xander!”

He stared desperately inside the house, but couldn’t spot her. “What’s the matter? You screamed. Let me in.”

There was a long pause, then, “Oh god it moved! OK, OK, you can come in, Spike.”

The barrier vanished and he hurtled inside then slid to a halt. She was standing on the kitchen table, grasping a stake in each hand. Her great green eyes were wide and scared, the blonde hair dishevelled. She was wearing a very short skirt and Spike felt himself stirring ucontrollably at the sight of all that tanned flesh so close to his eyes.

“Don’t just stand there, stupid vampire. Kill it!” she snapped. Spike stared around, bewildered. A tap dripped in the sink, there was the signs of a salad being cut up on the work surface, a cabinet was open, but apart from that - nothing. No demon, no vamp, nothing. “What - where is it?”

Buffy swung round and glared at him. “Over there, under the chair. It - it came out of the cabinet. Just - just get rid of it. Kill it. Eat it. Just - just ” She waved the stakes dramatically in the air. “And if you ever, ever mention this to anyone, ever, I will turn you to dust. That I promise!”

Spike bit his lip so hard that he could feel his own blood trickling into his mouth. But he kept a straight face and, leather coat swinging went into battle for his lady. He flung the chair aside and with vampire speed, picked up the mouse and deposited it outside the back door. />





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