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Rating: NC-17 (later), this time PG-13.

Disclaimer: all credits belong to WB and Joss Whedon

Timeline: in the beginning of the 4th season.

Spoilers: Something Blue, The Initiative.


Thanks to Sirc ( basilio_the_cat) for betaing it. And thank you everyone who left a review for the first chapter. *hug you all*
The cool summer breeze swept through the cemetery, gently caressing the leaves of the trees that were sheltering the tombs.



“What’s wrong?” Buffy asked her friend as they were walking side by side on a path among the graves, “Why did you want to accompany me on this patrol?”



“Oh, you know...,” Willow wondered about a plausible answer with a puzzled expression, “I...”



“Is this about a guy?” Buffy smirked, considering her friend’s embarrassement as a sign of shyness, which usually came to surface while talking about guys whom she was interested in.



“Yeah, that’s it!” the red-haired girl fastened on the idea her friend had provided with a relieved, enthusiastic smile. “It’s about a guy. Yup.”



“Is he hot?” Buffy kept on asking with a certain glint in the green pool of her eyes.



Puzzled by the question, Willow blushed, Was Spike hot?



“Uhm, he...” she stammered, not liking the direction this chat was leading to.



Registering her friend’s obvious uneasiness, Buffy couldn’t help but laugh.



“So he is,” she concluded with a wink. “And I presume you like him.”



“I...I don’t know...” Willow muttered, her mind nervously seeking a way to get out of this awkward discussion.



As if a saviour, a black leather-clad figure stepped out from behind a tree, blocking the girls’ way.



“Spike!” recognizing the uninvited visitor, Buffy’s muscles immediately tensed, ready to fight.



“Hello, Slayer!” he smirked at her.



“Get out of my way,” she uttered in disgust, annoyed by his cool attitude.



“Or?” he leered at her, “You will kill me?”



“You can bet, I gladly would do it.”



“Okay, guys, calm down, would you?” Willow interjected, stepping between the two, “No one will kill the other, okay?” she looked back and forth at the bickering couple.



“Will?” Buffy casted a strange look at her friend. Willow had never intervened into her business with Spike or others. Why did she do it now, she wondered.



“I’m tired of your fights,” Willow claimed reproachfully. “Spike is out of the baddies’ army now.”



“Oh, thanks a lot, Witch,” Spike snorted.



Willow glanced at him, but ignored his remark.



“You shouldn’t waste your energy on him,” she looked back at Buffy.



“What?” Buffy’s eyes widened in shock. What’s going on here?



“I guess I’ve heard wrong. You’re defending Spike?”



“No,” Willow firmly replied, but immediately corrected herself, “Okay, maybe a little.” Sighing, she gazed the ground. “After all that happened, you might make peace.”



“After all that happened, huh?” Buffy frowned.



“You know... cuddles and kisses...” the redhaired muttered.



“She has a skilled tongue indeed,” Spike noted half-loudly with a michievious grin on his face.



Willow gaped at the two with genuine shock. She wasn’t sure that she wanted to hear more about Buffy’s make-outs with the peroxide vampire.



“Eeew...” Buffy grimaced in disgust, glancing with wide, horrified eyes at Spike, who couldn’t help but chuckling quietly at the Slayer’s indignant reaction.



“You should rather shut up!” looking daggers at him, she punched the vampire in his chest.



Spike growled, but his smirk didn’t fade.



“You won’t grin for long, I promise,” Buffy glared at him and was about to give him another punch, when a hand stopped her.



“Buffy! Would you stop that?” Willow yelled in despair.



Astonished by her friend’s outburst, Buffy turned to her.



“But...” she muttered, “what’s wrong? You can tell me...”



“I’m just fed up with all these unneeded violent acts, “ Willow blurted out.



“But it’s Spike, he is dangerous and...” the Slayer countered, but she was cut off soon.



“He has the chip in his head, he can’t hurt us.”



“Oh, and that makes a difference, huh?” Buffy sneered. “Is he a good man just because of that piece of metal??”



“See?” Spike turned to Willow with a weary sigh, “Told ya. She’s so bloody stubborn...”



“What’s going on here?” Buffy looked at the vampire suspiciously and averted her gaze to the witch. She definitely didn’t like what was going on.



Willow was about to say something, but Spike interjected.



“Let’s play a little, luv,” with a smug smile, he stepped closer to Buffy. “I show you something...”



Furrowing her brows, Buffy glanced at Willow in confusion.



“Sorry, Buffy,” she answered the Slayer’s silent question, “it’s for your own sake.”



Before Buffy could say anything, the world went black and she collapsed unconcious into the vampire’s arms.



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A/N:
As this chapter is not long enough to submit to the archive, here's a bit of the next chapter. Enjoy! ;-)


CHAPTER 3 --- "And The Game Begins..."


With dizziness, headache and dried mouth, Buffy felt like awakening from a long sleep. Deafening silence was surrounding her – she could clearly hear her own hearbeat. The smell of dust greeted her nose, and she instinctively shivered as the cold air met her skin.



Opening her heavy eyes, she popped up on her elbows to look around and figure out where she exactly was. It was a dark, candle-lit room, and she was lying on a couch, fully dressed. The place was familiar someway. She didn’t know why, but it was.



Trying to recall her memories, the image of the cemetery popped into her mind. The last place where she had been! And Willow had been with her. She remembered talking about a guy when someone had crossed their path.… Spike!!!



The realization that he might have anything to do with her present whereabout, hit her with fury. But before she could go on wondering, the well-known voice called from the other, darker side of the room.



“Hello, luv!” Spike stepped out of the darkness, holding a bottle in his hand. “I thought you never come round.”



Buffy bolted up with a start, and now she was completely aware of why this place was so familiar – it was Spike’s crypt. “You!!!” she hissed, her eyes flashing with rage and hatred. “You knocked me out!!”



“It’s not worth to deny it, huh?” Spike smirked. “Yeah otherwise you couldn’t be here now…”



“You’ve kidnapped me…”



“No, no, that’s not the proper word, pet. I’ve just helped you to get here.”



“Willow??” concern appeared on Buffy’s face as she realized that she hadn’t been the only one in the cemetery that night. “What did you do to her? If you… “ she sent a threatening look to the vampire.



Spike laughed.



“Don’t worry, pet, your friend is in the best of health. She is needed after all…”


tbc...





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