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I'm Sorry Everyone!! I didn't realize I had that many errors. Thank you to all of the people who reviewed and told me. I am reposting it and it should be all fixed :)


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oh and i know i suck at the summary.
Bienvenue à paris.
Welcome to Paris. Buffy was finally there. She made it to Paris, the city of lights and love. She came here to start anew. She couldn't let what happened back in good ole Sunnydale happen here. This break was sorely needed.

Buffy got off the plane and quickly made her way over to the baggage claim. She grabbed her bags then made her way over to Customs. She always hated going through Customs but thankfully she only needed to do it once this time. She made her way through the line rather quickly and her Customs officer was nice. She showed her passport and her visa allowing her to live and work in France. "Bon chance!" the officer finally said then waved her through.

After leaving the terminal, Buffy grabbed a cab and told the driver the address to her new apartment and her new life. When the cab pulled up, she paid the man and ran inside to find her door. Once she got into there she dropped off her bags and went out again to find some food. Her stomach was rather angry with her for neglecting it all day.

Lucky for her stomach she lived right across the street from a restaurant. "Je voudrais un croque-monsieur et du lait s'il vous plaît. " Buffy asked the waiter. He stifled a laugh. Her French accent wasn't that great. Alright it was down right awful. But that didn't stop her. She was determined to learn and eventually get it right.

Once her food came she quickly downed it and paid her tab. She said thanks to her waiter and made her way back to the apartment. While walking up the stairs she started to look for her keys in the black hole known as her purse. She wasn't paying any attention when she turned the corner and ran into something. Something hard. "I could swear there wasn't a wall here before..." Buffy thought.

Buffy looked up at what she ran into and saw a whole bunch of blue. They were the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. Buffy took a step back at the intensity of those eyes but hard hands grabbed onto her firmly. "faîtes attention. Je ne vuex pas que vous tombez." She couldn't help but smile, "Thank you I must not have been watching where I was going. Oh shit I should say that in French. Umm"

"No worries kitten I'm English I should know the language by now. Next time, keep your eyes up. You never know when you might run into something hard." Spike winked at her. The innuendo laced in that sentence was almost suffocating.

Buffy looked him straight in the eye,"I'll be sure to do that. Cuz you never know when something big and hard might just pop up." She then skirted around him and headed for her door.

"Hold up kitten. I didn't even get your name. I'm Spike."

"I'm tempted to make you work to find out my name, Spike. But since it's my first night in town I'll be nice. Buffy Summers."



Ah now the firecracker had a name. She sure was a lively one. One that Spike was sure he was going to get to know. He watched her go into the apartment across the hall from. She was his new quest. One that he would be sure to succeed at.



Buffy was going to kill her neighbor if they didn't turn down their music soon. And it wasn't even good music. It was the stupid Sex Pistols. God it was awful.

While she was putting her dishes away when the noise started. The walls were paper thin and she could hear that racket like she was front row in a concert. "God, how can anyone listen to something so awful?"

Buffy grabbed her iPod and her earphones and started to listen to some real music but she still could hear the crap from next door. Finally she had enough Buffy put down the dish she was holding grabbed her keys and stormed next door.

Spike heard loud banging at the door and smiled. His plan worked. He wanted to get her to come over. So he blasted his music knowing the walls were paper thin.

With a quick look in the mirror he opened the door. He was greeted with her back. Buffy turned around and started saying "Excusez moi mais pourrais vous...." By then she saw it was Spike. "So you are the one blasting that horrible stuff?"
"Oi what do you mean that horrible stuff. That stuff is genius."
"Hah. Well do you think you can keep it down? Some of us here are trying to live our lives like normal people"

Spike scoffed "You callin' me abnormal?"

Buffy grinned cheekily "You said it not me"

"You wanna come in and have a cuppa?"

"A cuppa? A cuppa what?"

"Tea, coffee, gin, whiskey, whatever floats your boat."

"Alright just so long as you turn off that garbage music."

Buffy walked through the door and couldn't help but laugh. His living room and connecting dining room were pink. And not even a nice pale pink it was fuchsia. "Yeah never mind the walls. My old roommate just moved out and I haven't had time to paint yet." Spike explained. Buffy just shrugged. "So what's your poison?"

"Tea sounds fantastic." Spike shuffled around in the kitchen for a little bit then came out into the living room with two large mugs of tea.

"So where are you from pet?"

"Sunnydale California. And you?"

"Sheffield. It's near London. What brings you to Paris?"

"I needed a new start. Too many bad memories. " Buffy just waved her hand around showing she didn't want to talk about it. "So what about you? Why are you here?"

Spike could only shrug "My family has a business here and they sent me here to manage it."

"Cool. I need to find a job soon. My savings will only last me so long." They continued chatting just making small talk while they drank their tea. Time was going by so quickly that dinner time was knocking at the door and Buffy's stomach was starting to growl.

"So kitten do you want to go out for dinner with me?"

"I don't know. Not that I don't want to it's just I still have my kitchen to finish unpacking and I've already spent a lot of time procrastinating."

"Well how about this. I'll go get something and bring it over and I'll help you unpack your stuff."

"Sounds good to me." So Buffy left and went back next door to her apartment and Spike grabbed some money and his car keys and went out to get some food.





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