Chapter 1: The job

A man with peroxide blonde hair walked across the dewy grass of the cemetery, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, his long black leather coat billowing behind him. He suddenly stopped in his tracks. He sighed.

“What do you want, peaches?” He felt his sire following him on the way home and couldn’t help but be annoyed. Perfect end to a good Saturday night. They didn’t have what you would call a close relationship. Actually they hated each other.

“Got a job for you, Spike” Angelus finally said stepping out of the shadows where he was hiding. He wasn’t surprised Spike knew he was there.

“How much?” He wasn’t gunna take another petty job from Angelus if it didn’t get him a pretty penny.

“50 grand.” With that he had Spike’s attention.

“Alright, who’s the target and what did they do to piss you off?” He always wanted to know why and Angelus hated that.

“The reason why is simple and I'm sure she’ll interest you.”

“What’s so interestin’ about this bird then?”

“She’s the slayer.” Spike no longer needed any other incentive.

“Alright, I’m in.” After he got all the information he needed he turned and left Angelus. He reached his place, packed a bag, and took off in his classic black DeSoto heading towards the little town of Sunnydale.

******
He stood outside 1630 Revello drive. He easily found the address and decided to do a little recon on his new target. It was a fair sized house with a couple trees in the front. It had a porch in the front of the house. Checking around the house to find all the in’s and out’s, he listened to the heartbeats and the breathing coming from the inside. He counted only two heartbeats. When he felt the sunrise coming he decided to find a crypt to get some kip for the day.

******
The next night he decided to see what was going on in Sunnyhell as he now called it. He found a demon bar hoping he could get some more information on the resident slayer. Having a few drinks he made his presence and his master status known. He didn’t find out much about the slayer. Just a club she seems to go to often. He decided to go the next day and see if he could just get a sight of her.

On his way back from the bar he heard fighting in the distance so he followed his ears. When he noticed who was fighting and with what he remained in the shadows to watch. He saw a petite blonde with big hazel green eyes trading jabs with a fledgling with no effort on her part. He was drawn to her golden hair and her baby cute face and he felt as if he could get lost in her eyes. This was the slayer. He could feel it in his blood. She was beautiful. When she fought she was poetry in motion and he couldn’t keep his eyes off her.

“You know very well, if you eat this late…” She said right before she staked him.

“Your gunna get heartburn. Get it?” She pouted when she got no reaction from the vampire. Spike thought the pout was adorable. Wait he did not just think that. He followed her and noticed she was not heading to the house he checked out the previous night. She ended up at a dorm complex at UC Sunnydale. (“Chit must go to school here. Stay with her mum on the weekend.”) He stored that knowledge for later use.

******

“So Buff, we bronzing it tonight?” Xander asked as he joined Buffy and Willow at the table.

“Yeah, Giles gave me the night off so I can be all play Buffy tonight.” Giles hadn’t given her a night off in what seemed like forever. Ok, so maybe it’s was a couple days ago but it still felt like forever.

“Oh, Tara and I were hoping to see this band playing there tonight so it’s perfect.” Willow said. When Buffy noticed the time she realized she was going to be late for her last class. The trio begrudgingly got up to head in their separate directions.

******

Buffy and Willow were sitting at a table in the bronze talking and watching the band. Xander was on the dance floor dancing with no one because Anya hadn’t shown up yet and Tara was running late because of a last minute paper. Willow would have stayed with her but she insisted Willow went and told her she would be there as soon as she could.

“Come on guys lets dance. I’m all alone out there.” He said out of breath when he came in earshot of the girls. They giggled and went to join him on the dance floor.

Spike sat at the bar in the bronze. He saw the slayer sitting and talking to a red head girl at one of the tables. He watched her as she was dragged onto the dance floor and was mesmerized by the way she moved.

Willow noticed the gorgeous blonde watching her friend. She nudged Buffy.

“Major hottie checking you at the bar.”

“No way! Really?” She snuck a glance towards the bar and noticed him. Boy was he hot. He had striking blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes.

“You should go talk to him.” Willow told her.

“I can’t just go talk to him.”

“Oh come on. What happened to ‘I live for today?’”

“Fine! I’ll go talk to the gorgeous man at the bar.” She gave in and turned to walk towards the bar. She got a better look at him as she walked toward him. He was a slender yet well muscled man. His face was outlined by his sharp check bones and finished with those deep blue eyes she noticed earlier. He had the bad boy look going wearing a long leather jacket, a dark gray shirt, and black pants. His hair was bleached blond and it was slicked back to hide the curls. His eyes were on her the entire time she walked to the bar. She smiled at him and he smiled back as she approached him.

“Is this seat taken?” She asked shyly.

“For a lady as beautiful as you it’s always open.” British accent! Yum! She smiled as she took a seat.

“So are you new in town? Cos’ I mean I’ve never seen you here before. This is only thing in Sunnydale so that’s why I figured you were new. Well obviously it’s not the only thing in Sunnydale. Just the only good thing and now I’m babbling aren’t I?”

“Jus’ a little but no worries, luv I think is adorable.” That was the honest true. What the hell is wrong with him? The slayer’s not bloody adorable.

“An’ to answer your first question, yeah. Jus’ got in a couple days ago” Now this was a turn of events. He never expected the slayer to approach him. He could use this to his advantage.

“Oh! So what brings you here?”

“Business.” He didn’t like where this conversation was going so he decided to change the subject.

“Care to dance, pet?” He gave her a reassuring smile.

“Okay.” She smiled back as he took her hand to lead her onto the dance floor. As she passed her two friends on the dance floor Willow gave her an excited smile and continued dancing. Buffy enjoyed dancing with the mysterious blonde man. He was a good dancer but she knew nothing till the band switched to a slow song. As they danced in each others arms they both felt content. Like everything was fine. When the song ended they parted, both slightly embarrassed at how right that felt. Spike was more disgusted then embaressed because it was the bloody slayer! He followed Buffy off the dance floor, not even noticing they were joined at the hands. They found a table to sit and talk at.

“You’re a good dancer.” She told him hoping to break the ice.

“Not bad yourself, pet.” He smiled.

“Oh I’m Buffy by the way.”

“Spike.”

“Spike?” That was an odd name.

“It’s a nickname.” He offered. Her silent ‘oh’ said she understood.

“So what’s your real name?” She asked.

“Maybe you’ll find out.” He didn’t just give out that name.

“So, are you moving here or is it just a trip?” I mean there’s no reason to get attached if he’s not even going to stay right?

“Not sure yet. Maybe I’ll find a reason to stay.” He decided to flirt a bit. Maybe he’d become her “friend”. It would make his job ten times easier if he didn’t have to find a way to get to her.

They talked for a while longer. Spike was skillfully avoiding any topic pertaining to his “job”. It was getting kind of late and Buffy just realized she ditched Willow and Xander. Even if Tara and Anya probably showed up by now she still felt bad.

“So, maybe I’ll see you around here more often?” She asked hopefully.

“You can count on it.” He stood up and held his hand out to help her out of her chair. She took it and smiled gratefully.

“Ok, I’ll see you then.” She gave him another smile and left. (“Oh I’ll be seeing you real soon slayer.”) He said to himself, his plan working in his mind.

******
He watched her from the shadows as she patrolled the next night, just out of reach of her sense. He saw her walk into a crypt and heard some noises but not enough to make out what was going on. The slayer ran back out of the crypt followed by 6 Gurack demons. She knocked out the first to get to her and blocked a punch from the demon preceding it.

The slayer was so caught up in the fight with the one demon she failed to notice the other five, including the now conscious one she previously knocked out, forming a circle around her. When she was finally able to use her stake to kill the one she was fighting, she started to feel panicked. Noticing that three out of five were carrying swords and all she had was her handy stake, her chances of coming out unscathed were unlikely. However, she had no choice. She battled with the closest two keeping an eye on the rest. She felt one come from behind her and waited for the blow she knew she could not avoid. She was surprised when it never came.

When Spike heard her heart rate increase and could sense the slight fear coming off her, he knew she was in trouble. When he saw one of the demons take advantage of her turned back he was there and snapping the head off before he even had time to think. Noticing the slayer had no suitable weapon he grabbed the sword from the now dead demon.

“Here, slayer, catch.” He threw her the sword and then continued his battle with the other two demons.

She heard the voice and grabbed the sword. Now that she had a sufficient weapon she could make quick work of the demons. Blocking the swing of a sword she quickly beheaded him. Now left with the one without a sword she was able to finish him with no trouble at all. When she turned to finish the rest of the demon off she was shocked at what she saw. It was Spike.

TBC

Chapter 2: Who Are You?


It was Spike. The man she met at the club the previous night. He was fighting off the last demon with grace. Still in a haze she enjoyed the show of watching him fight. When he snapped the head off the final demon he turned to find her staring at him.


“You alright, luv?” He had to chuckle at her confused look.


“Spike? What are you doing? And here?”


“Looked like you use a hand, Slayer. Didn’t think I was gunna let you have all the fun, did you?” He smirked at the obvious confusion on the blonds face.


Boy, was that look hot. (“Wait, focus Buffy, focus.”)


“How did you..?”


“Guess you can say I’ve had a bit a practice.” He chuckled again. Then it hit him. How was he going to explain this? Bollocks.


“Are you like a demon fighter?” She asked finally catching up with what was going on.


“Uh, yeah. Something like that, pet.” Hey he’d go with it.


“You know who I am?”


“Slayer.” He confirmed.


“How do you know about me?”


“If you know about demons you hear about the slayer, pet.” He was satisfied with his answers. They weren’t completely untruthful. He did fight demons occasionally. If they pissed him off.


“Oh, so are you gunna like help me?” She asked hopefully. She would love a patrolling buddy. Especially a yummy Spike shaped patrolling buddy.


“Gotta watch your back don’t I, pet? Plus, can’t let you nab all the fun.”


“Ok” She said with a smile.


“Think we got all the baddies out tonight, luv. You hungry?” She nodded and they walked to the closest diner. They talked about things that went bump in the night. He casually avoided anything he was not willing to disclose. They ate and laughed forgetting in that moment they were a slayer and a vampire. When they were done with their meals Spike walked her back to her dorm and agreed to meet her for patrol the next night. Willow already asleep so she snuck in, quietly getting ready for bed with a smile on her face.


Smiling on the way back to his momentary home he realized what he was smiling about. (“It’s the bloody slayer you pillock. Nothin’ to get excited about. Jus’ gunna kill the stupid bint. It’s just a bloody job.”) He decided he needed to check in with the poof and let him in on the plan now that he was settled. He hated to check in but he didn’t want to bollocks it up when there was this much cash in jeopardy. As he felt the sun start to rise he decided to get some kip. He fell asleep with thoughts of the slayer still floating around in his mind.


******


“Willow! You will never believe what happened last night on patrol.” She exclaimed when she met her friend for lunch the next day.


“What? Did something bad happen? Is it another apocalypse?” The redhead asked nervously.


“No. It’s nothing of the bad.” Buffy assured her.


“Oh, so what happened?” Buffy ran through the whole night about Spike and how he was going to help her. She told her how easily they talked for a couple hours and how much she enjoyed his company. When she finally had to leave for class she had memories of Spike in her head.


******

Waking up about half and hour before sunset he dressed and took out the bag of blood he got from Willy’s. He didn’t want to alert the slayer with increasing the population of dead in Sunnydale. He decided he needed to get a proper place to call home if he was going to be getting close to the slayer. A crypt would defiantly raise suspicion. When the sun was low enough for him to safely walk about he went looking for a place. He was able to find one between the bad part of town and Buffy’s house, which gave him easy access to Buffy and the blood he needed. By the time he had everything settled he needed to meet Buffy.


When Buffy left her dorm to patrol she was happy to see Spike leaning against the wall casually smoking a cigarette in a non-smoking hall. She smiled at him.


“You came.”


“Course I came, pet. Told you I would.” He said as he started walking towards her.


“Ready for a bit of the rough and tumble?” She smiled and nodded and they headed to make their rounds. When they were sure they disposed of all the evil for the night they headed to the diner, same as the night before, to get a snack. Thankfully for Spike, Buffy did most of the talking. He sat and listened, learning about her life, putting his input in when he felt it was necessary. He enjoyed listening to her talk and enjoyed listening to her laugh. He walked her home and they began their routine. He would meet her at her house or at her dorm to pick her up for patrol. He would watch her movements as she fought. Watched her beauty, telling himself he was studying her. Finding her weakness, learning her moves. All for the kill and defiantly not for the pleasure. When he was sure of a way to kill her he would make his move. No sooner. He had to take it slow. He couldn’t risk failing. She was amazing. He would have only one chance.


******

Most nights on patrol were very uneventful. They would find a vamp or a demon and they would slay it either taking turns or fighting together if there was enough competition but tonight something happened that never seemed to happen, Buffy slipped. It started off a normal night at patrol. Buffy was fighting two vamps, no problem for her so Spike was sitting against a tombstone like he usually did but then Buffy slipped, quite literally, and slammed her head against the nearest tombstone. Spike was there in an instant fighting the vamps so they wouldn’t take care of her small disadvantage, she was his kill after all, no one else’s. He dusted them quickly then turned to help her.


“That’s what you get for playing around with them.” He scolded completely ignoring the concern that came out in his voice.


“Not my fault.” She pouted.


“The grass was muddy.” She pulled her hand away from her head and there was a little blood.


“Ow” She complained. Then she looked down at her pants and saw it.


“Shit, my pants are all muddy!” Spike chuckled trying his best to ignore the sent of her blood.


“Yeah let’s focus all our attention to the muddy pants when that noggin of yours is bleeding. Let’s get you somewhere to fix that up.” He helped her up and they started walking towards her house. Now see this would be a slightly interesting night because of the slip Buffy took but of course when bad things happen they just continue. On the way home Spike stiffened, he felt three very powerful signatures near. They weren’t the normal fledglings, he could tell these were warriors. Then they appeared, surrounding the couple. They both went into fighting stances back to back.


“Don’t think tonight’s the night luv.” He told her hinting they should make a run for it. She nodded her head once and they took off, quickly fending off the two that got in their way and they ran for Buffy’s house. She ran up to the door and unlocked it as quickly as she could.


“Come on get it!” She yelled. They both ran in the house and closed the door. Hearing the commotion down stairs Joyce went down to see what was happening.


“Buffy? What’s going on?” Then she noticed the man next to her.


“Who is this man? Who are you?” She asked Buffy then Spike.


“Um, mom this is Spike and Spike this is my mom.”


“Pleasure.” Spike said with a small smile.


“Hi” Joyce said still a little unsure.


“What’s happening? I heard all this noise down stairs.” She asked worried.


“Oh, just a small problem on patrol.” Buffy told her simply.


“Nothing to worry about.” She reassure her mom.


“Ok” Joyce said, still skeptical. She looked at Spike again.


“He’s ok mom. Promise. We’re just gunna clean up and he’ll go.” Joyce nodded.


“It was nice to meet you.” She told him.


“And you.” He said and Joyce smiled and went back up stairs. Buffy went to go get the first aid kit which left Spike standing in the middle of her living room. He was looking around what he could see of her house, he looked at all the pictures hanging here and there. When Buffy came back she noticed him looking at a picture.


“That was the summer before I moved here.” She told him.


“Mom thought it would be a great idea to go to the beach. That picture was taken when we first got there. We weren’t smiling too much by the time we left.” She gave a small chuckle at the unfortunate events that happened that day.


“What happened?” He asked softly.


“Well after we got there we both figured out we hated beach water. Then when we were putting down the towels I stepped in this gross black stuff. I have no idea what it was, but it got stuck all over the place when I was trying to get it off my foot. Then when we were sitting a seagull pooped on my moms hat. When I finally got the courage to go into the water I got stung by a jelly fish and that’s when we decided that we needed to leave before we accidently got swallowed by a whale.” She was smiling at the memory and he was smiling with her. She looked so happy in that picture. Her face was pure and innocent.


“That was my last summer I got to play normal girl.” She said there was a slight tone of regret.


“You help a lot of people Buffy.” He told her.


“I know, I wouldn’t give it up. It’s just sometimes it would be nice to take a break.” She gave him a sad smile. They stood there for a moment both wondering if they should break the silence.


“Could you?” Buffy finally asked holding the first aid kit up to him.


“Of course.” He said grabbing it from her.


“Lets go into the kitchen. Better light.” He followed her. He cleaned the wound on her head. It was already healing so there wasn’t need for dressing it. When he was done he said good night to her and left.


******


“Guess what?” She asked him before he left from dropping her off that night.


“What, pet?”


“I get tomorrow night off. No patrol!” She was excited however, he wasn’t. Not sure of why he felt so disappointed, he shrugged it off as one less day to learn how to kill her.


“Glad to hear it, luv. You enjoy your night off an’ I guess I’ll see you the next night.” He gave her, what he hoped to be, a reassuring smile.


“Oh..” She said disappointment clearly on her face.


“Well I was going to the bronze. I mean you don’t have to come but, if you wanted to, you could.” Her feet seemed incredibly interesting at that moment as she stared down at them.


She seemed nervous. Her heart was pounding and she wasn’t even looking at him while she talked. It was such a simple thing but it made his un-beating heart melt. Then he felt the need to comfort her. He lifted her chin up so she would look at him.


“If you’re inviting me, I’ll be there.” He said with a smile that sent tingles from where his finger was touching her chin, all the way through her body. She was so amazed by the sensation she completely missed the temperature of his finger.


“Ok, I’ll see you.”


“Tomorrow then.” She felt the loss when he removed his finger and he felt the urge to touch her again but he resisted. He smiled, turned and left.


What was wrong with him? Why did he feel the need to comfort her nerves? He’s there to kill her, not to make her feel better. (“This jobs too big to fuck up, mate. You almost got her. Jus’ a bit more then her blood will be singing in your veins and the job will be done. It’s just a job.”) The thought of her dead made him feel sick to him stomach. Of course he went into automatic denial that the feeling even occurred.


When she could not longer see him she turned and went into her room, lost in her own thoughts. (“Why was I so nervous? It’s just Spike. It’s not like I was asking him out. Just…hanging out.”) She was tired and she left the thinking for another day as she went off to sleep.


******

When she arrived at the bronze the next day she saw her friends sitting at a table but, to her disappointment, no Spike.


“Have you seen Spike here?” She asked her friends as she approached their table.


“No, haven’t seen him. Maybe he’ll show later.” Willow added hoping to brighten her friend’s mood.


“Yeah.” She said. She was trying to play back her conversation with him the previous night to make sure she didn’t misunderstand something. When she couldn’t think of any possible way she misunderstood she went with Willow’s theory about coming later. The group sat and talked about nothing important for a while before they decided to dance.


While Buffy was dancing she felt and odd tingling that seemed familiar. Then she saw Willows face brighten up and then felt arms slipping around her waist. She smiled knowing who it was.


“Thought you weren’t gunna show.” She said still dancing in his arms.


“You didn’t think I could resist a beautiful girl like yourself did you?” He smirked at her and she blushed at the compliment. They dance for a while and Willow, Tara, Xander, and Anya left them to get drinks. Spike and Buffy danced to the beat of the music. Spike making comments about some of the other people at the bronze that had Buffy laughing. She was so full of life and that had Spike smiling. When they were tired of dancing they went and joined the rest of the gang at their table. Realizing that no one actual met Spike just heard about him, Buffy introduced everyone. They all sat and talked for hours. They told Spike about all the different demons they had to battle and the apocalypses they faced together. He was intrigued by what she had gone through and what she had to do. It made her seem even more gorgeous.


It was getting late so the group split up to go their own separate ways for the night. Spike walked Buffy home like he usually did. He wasn’t sure why he did it. Just figured it was his old Victorian self taking over for the moment. Promising to meet her for patrol the next day he left to do his evil things, which included an all night Passions marathon.


******


About a week later Buffy entered her house after patrol. She was surprised to see her mother still up.


“Wucha doin, mom?” She asked as she entered her mom’s room. She noticed her packing.


“Oh, Buffy. I have to go last minute. These people found this artifact that I’ve been looking for and I need to get it. So, I leave early tomorrow morning and I probably won’t be back for a couple weeks because I want to look into a few other artifacts while I'm there. Will you be ok on your on?”


“Mom, Slayer here. I think I can deal with being alone for a couple weeks.”


“I know honey. Just be careful while I’m gone.” Joyce told her as she gave her a hug.


“I will mom. Careful, that’s me.” She smiled.


******


“Watch out slayer!” She ducked just before she got hit with a hard right in the face. She kicked the vampire’s feet from underneath him, staking him when he hit the floor. She stood up brushing the dust off her hands.


“Sheesh, Slayer. You tryin’ to lose your head?” He wasn’t sure why it bothered him so much that she almost got hurt. (“She’s my bloody kill. Don’t want any other creature of the night getting’ her first.”) He reasoned with himself.


“Well maybe if you helped me instead of just laying back against that stupid tombstone it wouldn’t have been a problem.” She hissed back.


“You need me to protect you now slayer?” He teased.


“Shut up, Spike.” He smiled at their casual banter. He loved getting her riled up. She was so cute when she was mad. Wait. No not cute. Just…easier to read. Yeah, that’s right, easier to read therefore easier to kill.


They had one more graveyard to check before they could call it quits. As they walked through the graveyard they heard a roar coming from one of the crypts and ran to check it out. Inside was a big grey demon with horns. His eyes were pure red and he was hunched slightly over from his bulk. The crypt seemed like it was made his home. Something obviously was not making him happy. Buffy was about to charge in there when Spike put a hand on her shoulder to still her.


“What?” She whispered to him.


“You gunna kill that baddie with just a stake slayer?” He asked. She didn’t even think that far ahead. There was no way she was going to be able to do much damage without a sword or axe.

“Know where he lives now so we can get the beastie tomorrow when we got proper weapons.” He told her. She hated it when Spike was right but she agreed to his plan and they left. She had to tell Giles about the demon tomorrow.

Chapter 3: Who’s Spike?

“Hey Giles!” She said as she walked into her watchers apartment.

“Oh, Buffy. I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” He told her, not surprised by her usual intrusion.

“What’s up?”

“Umm, well there seems to be a demon that is able enter our dimension every 100 years and if my calculations are correct he should be here, well, now actually.” He wasn’t happy he didn’t catch it sooner.

“Big, ugly, grey demon with horns and really red eyes?” She asked.

“Yes, how did you know?” He asked, surprised she was able to describe him.

“That’s why I’m here actually. Spike and I saw it last night and I was gunna ask you about it.”

“I’m sorry, Spike?” He’s never heard about this Spike fellow.

“Yeah you know, guy that’s been helping me patrol?” She told him about Spike. Didn’t she?

“You know a man named Spike?”

“I didn’t tell you about Spike?” From all her stories told to Willow and Xander she could have sworn she told Giles.

“Umm, no. I don’t believe you mentioned him. I’m sorry did you say he patrols with you?”

“Oh, well I met this guy named Spike and yes, he helps me on patrol.”

“Buffy, I don’t think it was wise of you to inform him of your slaying duties no matter his…relationship to you.” She should know her duties by now and this wasn’t right by them.

“I didn’t tell him Giles. He already knew and he’s a great fighter and there’s no relationship just patrolling buddies.”

“And how long have I been uninformed about this?”

“Well he’s been patrolling with me for about a month now.” Right then the rest of the Scooby gang walked into the Giles apartment.

“Hi Buffy! Hi Giles.” Willow greeted them and Buffy waved hi.

“How does he even know you’re the Slayer?” He asked hardly noticing the presence of the four people that entered the room.

“Um, I don’t really know. But he said he was here to help me. Which is what he has been doing. He’s like a demon fighter and like he said if you know demons you hear about the slayer.”

“Buffy we know nothing about this man. How could you just trust him?”

“Wait did I miss something here?” Xander said.

“Apparently we didn’t tell Giles about Spike.” Buffy clued them in.

“Yeah we did. We told him…when…when..oh. Sorry Giles.” Willow apologized weakly.

“If he is going to continue to patrol with you I must insist I meet him. I cannot just let you put your life at risk with a complete stranger.”

“Ok, Giles. I’ll bring him by before patrol. Can we get back to the demon of the night? We only had stakes on us last night so we left him, but we know where he lives. We’re gunna take him out tonight.” She was in Slayer mode now.

“Oh yeah, how do I kill it?”

“Well the only way to kill it is to beheading.”

“Sheesh, why is it always the head? Ok, one headless demon coming up. I’ll see you before patrol Giles.” She told him as she left.

“Sorry about Spike. I thought we told you.” Willow apologized.

“It’s quite alright.”

“Oh, so what did you need me for?”

“Well, I was going to ask you to do a locator spell for the Rhamda demon however, it seems Buffy has already located it, so it will not be needed.”

“Oh, ok. Well we’re going to get something to eat then.” They left the apartment and Giles was left to his thoughts on this new, Spike.

******

“Why do we gotta stop by the watchers pet?” He was worried about getting into the house.

“I guess I forgot to mention you to him and he kinda wigged.” She explained. They reached the door and she knocked. The door opened and they were greeted by Giles.

“Buffy, Spike, please come in.” Well that took care of his invite. For the watcher of a vampire slayer he sure was awfully eager to hand out invites into his house. Buffy formally introduced them and Giles questioned him about his history and which he answered honestly about his human history. When asked about parents he told him how his mother was turned and he had to stake her, carefully avoiding the fact that he was that one to turn her. When Giles was somewhat satisfied he allowed them to patrol.

On the way to the crypt that held the demon Buffy questioned Spike about something she learned tonight from his past. She was amazed to find out what kind of education he had. When they arrived at the crypt they made no attempt to sneak.

“So, what do you think of this millennium.” She asked as she barged into the crypt. The demon let out a roar and then charged her and she quickly moved out of the way. This put them outside the crypt rather then inside. Before she was able to do anything affective with her sword the demon had it broken and knocked out of her hand. She gave a series of jabs and kicks that didn’t even seem to affect him. When she missed a block she got hit hard falling to the ground. That was Spike’s cue that he was needed. He went in fist flying, not doing much damage; he was knocked against the crypt.

When Buffy recovered from the blow she saw Spike fighting. When he was thrown into the crypt her heart skipped a beat. She picked up the half broken sword and was able to slash the demons arm. He howled in pain and turned to face her, catching her side with its claws. This left four deep gashes and she was losing a lot of blood, but she had to keep fighting. She saw Spike get up and she was relieved. The demon took advantage of her moment of distraction. Grabbing her arm with the sword he maneuvered it toward her gut and stabbed her, thankfully not very deep. He then grabber her other arm threw her into the nearest tombstone successfully knocking her out cold. He took off running.