His duster flapped behind him as he strode through the cemetery in Sunnydale, California. The brisk night air kept him wide-awake, as he hunted.

Spike had arrived in Sunnydale two weeks ago, after following a lead on another portal to Hell. This small, seaside town looked idyllic during the day, with a thriving business district and a large University full of students to spend their parent’s money. The daily hustle and bustle on the streets was a sham that many residents had accepted. They quickly retreated to their small, cozy homes as soon as the sun set, locking the doors and windows, curling up with their crosses and wooden stakes.

He thought back to his lone evenings in the vast countryside of England. He had investigated and questioned the identities of many of the demons he'd encountered. Many thought he was mad, but there had been a few who were willing to not only tell him things, but show him as well. He had seen more than any mere mortal should ever have to see.

A month ago he was in Bedford, England, where he was born. Nice place to live, he thought. If you're a vampire. Bedford was known as Porta of Abyssus by the locals, or the Gates of Hell. Things from your worst nightmares poured out into the world from there. Spike’s job was to stand between those nightmares and the world.

He had watched them. He had learned their ways. He knew how they fed, where they lived, and how they killed. He trained during the day in abandoned barns, honing his strength in secret, practicing for a fight that he knew would soon come. He had sought revenge at first, but he learned something during the months he'd spent training. He had a talent. He was to be a slayer of demons. He was to be the Slayer.


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Life had been hard for young William. He had been born to a single mother, who died giving birth. The nuns, who ran the local orphanage, then raised him. The orphanage was crowded and the nuns were forced to be very strict with the children to keep the place running smoothly. No room for error, Master William He had heard that line for many years as he was disciplined harshly. William had been a studious child, always trying to please and protect others, but there were times that he'd rebelled. He was strong-willed as well as being physically strong, and trouble always seemed to find him. He was different from the other children, in many ways, and ridiculed because of it.

He lived there longer than most of the other children, and never once did a family express interest in him because of the records the nuns kept. They had referred to him as a problem child. William's fourteenth year at the orphanage was to be his last. Not because a loving family had taken him in, but because he left. He left after a series of events that changed his life forever.

One night, as he lay in bed, listening to his stomach growl from the small dinner he was served nightly, he heard a sound in the hall. He rose from his bed, dressed only in a nightshirt, and crept to the doorway to locate the source of the sound. What he saw changed him forever. Sister Francis was lying on the floor, her habit was pushed up around her waist, her legs spread wide. But that was not the most disturbing sight. Her throat had been bitten. Two holes on the side of her neck still showed the blood glistening in the fluorescent lighting. She was dead. He could tell by the odd angle of her neck and the glazed look on her face. She was so pale. He rushed to her, covering her, so others wouldn’t see that she had been violated.

Screams erupted from his room behind him. He quickly rushed to find several men... no, not men... demons, attacking the other boys in the room. William ran into the room in an attempt to save his bunkmate, Wesley. Wesley's screams had stopped, but the demon was still drinking from his neck. William sped towards the demon, who tossed Wesley's limp body to the side, preparing to take William on. William leapt into the air, successfully landing a kick to the demon's head, knocking him flat on the floor. William then grabbed his head, and with a sharp, abrupt twist, broke his neck. The other demons saw William's attack, and scattered, as he immediately rushed toward the next victim’s attacker.

Making sure they had all fled from the dormitory, he went to Wesley. Kneeling, and then rocking his dead friend, and surrounded by dead bodies, a priest arrived. He was hauled away, accused of being possessed by the devil, for causing the deaths of several orphans, and the murder and rape of Sister Francis. An exorcism was planned to save his soul from eternal damnation.

He ran at his first chance. Living and learning as he tried to escape the demons in his mind.


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He could sense a vampire was near; the same type of hybrid beast that had killed his only friend, Wesley. The same kind of beast that had caused him much pain, both mental, at the things he had witnessed, and physical, from the priest who thought he was possessed. Vampires were the worst of all the demons he knew. He had studied many types of demons and had learned that some were even productive members of the communities where they lived. He originally assumed that they were all soulless creatures, devil spawn perhaps, and had quickly learned he was wrong. Spike found that good and evil were in all creatures, they simply made a choice on how to live their lives. However, the only exceptions to that rule were vampires. He had never come across one with anything but evil on its mind.

He stalked his prey, stake raised, as he came around a large crypt. Spike expected to see a group of vampires feeding or perhaps a lone one feeding, but that was far from what he was presented with. Sitting on top of a long sarcophagus, was a stunning blond, reading a book in the moonlight. He knew she was a vampire, but he was strangely drawn to her. Her sparkling green eyes met his as he stood there. Her beauty was breathtaking. He was speechless, so she spoke for him.

"Hello there, stranger. Aren’t you a bit lost? Sunnydale cemeteries are the last place a young man should be traipsing around." She paused, cocked her head to the side and said. , "Cat got your tongue?"

Spike snapped out of his daze as she shifted her sitting position. He wasn’t sure what to do for the first time as he stood facing what he knew to be a master vampire. The tiny hairs on the back of his neck prickled, as he got closer. He knew he should stake her, dust her where she sat, but something stopped him. This worried him. Was he under her thrall? Still he was silent.

The vampiress laughed. "Are you ok? I couldn’t have scared you yet, I haven’t even flashed you any fang. Name’s Buffy, and you are?" She hopped off the sarcophagus, and sauntered over to the man. She noticed the stake in his hand, and stopped in her tracks. "Seems, you have an agenda, dear man. And you aren’t even going to introduce yourself before we fight to the death?"

Spike gripped the stake in his hand, "My name is Spike, and I am a demon slayer, and you, vile vampiress, are a demon." He shivered as the temptress stepped closer.

"I may be a demon, but I have done no harm." She circled him, tracing his shoulder line with her pointer finger. She maintained am an arm's-length between them, as she came back around to face him.

Spike’s knees felt weak. What was she doing to him? "You may have been waiting for your next victim, having set a trap. You may have been waiting for me."

Buffy smiled, "I’ve never met a slayer, tell me, how did you get this job? Please, tell me you were mythically chosen by the Powers that Be." She giggled and hopped back up on the crypt and picked up her book. "Spike, I’ve been around for over a hundred years and have read all the classics. But this book," she held up the huge hardback book so he could see the cover that read, The Stand, "will be a classic one day. Fabulous writer that Stephen King, has such a vivid imagination. Have you ever read it?"

Spike couldn’t believe he was standing, stake in hand, in front of a master vampire discussing modern literature. Was she different? Was this a trick? Was she trying to lull him into a false sense of security, then drain him? "No, Buffy the vampire, I haven’t read King’s The Stand. Are we going to fight soon? This conversation, as genuinely interesting as it is, is just stalling the inevitable."

Buffy set her book down, and stood on the grave. "If you want to tango with me, all you had to do was ask. But fighting, isn’t so much my style. I’m housebroken or haven’t you heard. Sire’s got me on a pig blood diet. Says it's a step one in my redemption plan. So, if you’re looking for a fight, I could do it, and piss off Daddy. Or I could to the "right" thing and walk away. Look, Spike, it’s time for me to go. Maybe our paths will cross again. But next time, you won't win my unbeating heart if you try to dust me." In a flash, she had grabbed her book and was gone.

Spike was once more speechless. Had he met a "good" vampire? Was he simply fooled by her beauty? He had some research to do, and had already learned that Willie’s bar was the place to go. He needed to find out more about Buffy and her do-good sire.

Walking to the bar, he remembered her grace, her sparkling eyes, her smooth, pale skin. Buffy, odd name for such a beautiful creature. He secretly hoped that he’d see her again. History had told him that there were no vampires worthy of unlife. Was she an anomaly? And wasn’t he?

Chapter 2



Buffy had fled the cemetery and waited, watching until Spike had left. She was overcome by the many questions her meeting with this man had brought to her mind. This Slayer, as he called himself, was he like the female Slayers her sire had told her about? She thought back to the books she had read about early vampire hunters, and the elusive vampire slayer. But, weren’t they always girls?

She needed to get hold of those books again. There must be something about him that was special, her skin prickled like never before when he'd approached her. And she knew Buffy was an odd name, but Spike? There had to be a story behind that.

Not sure if she wanted to follow him or if she needed to get to the book, she decided she’d call her sire first. She pulled the cell phone from her pocket, hit the speed dial number, and waited for him to answer.

"Hello? Are you alright?" the strong male voice on the line quickly asked. "Buffy? You there?"

"Relax, all’s well. I have a question though."

"Go ahead, what’s up?" The voice sounded a bit agitated, but willing to help.

"I met a human tonight. I young man named, Spike. Claimed to be the Slayer. Ever heard of him?" Buffy listened intently, wondering if she would be able to get any answers tonight.

"He’s in Sunnydale? Wow, that was fast. Did he attack you?"

Buffy felt her anger level rise. He had known of a slayer and hadn’t said anything to her. "You mean I’ve been here at the Hellmouth, protecting and serving, as per your request, and there’s a Slayer who is supposed to be doing it? Why didn’t you say something? No, he didn’t attack me, but he could have. I thought you said they were extinct! Not to mention, female. This one was a bit young, but definitely not female. If you want me to be an upstanding member of the Do Good Team, I expect you to keep me informed. Now, spill everything you know."


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Willie’s bar was almost always crowded. Filled with many different breeds of demons, Spike found it a good place to poke around in for information.

He had managed to not let on to his job as he had mingled with the creatures there since his arrival in Sunnydale. He needed to study them, just like he had in Bedford. He pretended to be sympathetic to their lifestyle and slide into place as their friend and confidante.

He spotted Clem, an odd-looking demon with roll after roll of pale flesh covering his body. He seemed friendly enough, and Spike discovered that he didn’t feed on humans, so that was a plus. But he did imply that kittens were tasty. Kittens! No matter how much he actually found he liked Clem, he had to remind himself that he was a kitten-eating demon, therefore, evil. Clem had spotted him too and was waving at Spike to join him at his table.

Spike never ordered alcohol at the bar, not that anyone would have challenged him, but he felt he needed to stay sharp. He didn’t trust any of them.

Sliding into the booth, opposite Clem, he began the standard, "Hey, how’s it going" and waited for the right time to ask about Buffy.

A bizarre looking demon with iridescent purple skin and a multitude of horns walked into the bar and caught Clem’s eye. "Man-o-man-o-man, isn’t she lovely?"

Spike laughed at the over-fleshed demon's response. "Yeah, if you go for that sort of thing." AHA! Now tell him about Buffy, and ask all you want! "I can tell you I met a beauty myself tonight. Vamp going by the name of Buffy. Ran into her down at Restfield." He hesitated, hoping Clem wouldn’t ask him what he was doing there. "Know anything about her?"

Clem’s face lit up. "You met Buffy?! Isn’t she just adorable? She is so nice too. The whole enchilada, I tell you. She’s got the looks, the brains, and she’s so not into the evil." Clem grinned, his face turned pink as if he had a crush on her. "What would you like to know?"

"She seemed very different. Drop dead gorgeous, yes, but a non-evil vamp? Are you sure?" Spike was on the edge of his seat, as he eagerly awaited Clem’s answers.

"Buffy was turned a long time ago, by a really twisted vampire, goes by the name of Drusilla. Dru must have been certifiably insane before she was turned, and the loss of her soul made her even loonier. Dru's sire, Angel, used to be one of the most sadistic in the history of the Aurelian line. Heck, in history, period! Word has it, that Angel pulled her from a nunnery, and tortured her for weeks before turning her. Dru was never mentally fit to take care of herself, leaving Angel to take care of her for eternity. Do you know of Angel and his crusade?"

Spike’s mind was swimming. Angel... had he heard of him? He’d heard of Angelus, and the horrible massacre that he'd led through Europe for decades. Could this be the same vampire? "I’ve heard of Angelus before, is he the same?"

Clem shook his head. "Yes and no. Angelus was Angel when he was all evil and soulless. Angel is the aftereffect of the Powers That Be’s brainchild. The PTB needed a champion. One that could walk with the evil, talk with the evil, and still be strong and sure, brave and mighty. Angel fit the bill, and POOF the vamp's got his soul all snugglie wugglie back in him and he’s on the road to redemption. I’m not one to ask why they did it, but he’s been on a pretty good roll for a while in LA. Opened up a private eye business, "helping the helpless" is his motto. Think I even saw a commercial for him during the late, late movie last week."

Spike wasn’t even sure what to ask or say next. He knew of the horrible trail of death and destruction Angel had left many years ago, but he assumed that no new intel, meant that he’d met with a dusty end. Sunnydale was a wealth of information. "Wow. So Drusilla is Buffy’s sire. Where is she now? Is Buffy working with Angel? Tell me more about the PTB." Suddenly he had more questions than he had words to form them. Angel is a good vampire working for the PTB. Only in America...


Clem waved for the waitress to bring more drinks; this was going to take a while. "Ok-ok, let’s get comfy. There’s a lot to tell about these vampires. Probably some things you should know if you’re going to be hanging around the Hellmouth for a while."


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Buffy listened as Angel told her about the demon skuttlebutt he’d heard. "A boy named William has apparently been called, not sure about the name Spike. The 'Watcher's Council' which hasn’t been active in years, is trying to locate him, so that they can assign him a Watcher. They have two members, one of which I think I have a relatively good rapport with; maybe I should give him a call. Apparently, this young English gent took out hundreds of demons and closed the Bedford hellmouth single-handedly. If this is the same guy, we need to get him on our side. Think how much stronger we would be, if we could add a Slayer to our list of champions."

"You know I hate that word, Angel. You may be a champion, but you’ve just suckered me along for the ride. The PTB haven’t taken it upon themselves to put my nice fluffy soul back in yet. I’ve been "helping the helpless" with you for a while now." Buffy’s lower lip automatically went into pout mode, even though there was no one around to see it.

"Your time will come, Buffy, I’m sure of it. Have patience, and continue on your path to redemption. They have a plan for all of us."

Chapter 3


Buffy hung up her phone and continued her walk back to her apartment. Angel had rented her a nice one-room apartment with no windows right in the heart of town, close to everything she would need to be comfortable, but still right in the thick of it, so that she could properly guard the Hellmouth.

She had become this ‘guardian’ at Angel’s urging two years ago, just after Drusilla had dumped her with Angel again. Buffy found it difficult to live amongst the humans as Angel had shown her when she was with Dru, so she hadn’t been upset when Dru announced that she was going on holiday indefinitely out of the country.

Her sire was crazy. She had what some would call the gift of second sight, but her insanity made it difficult to decipher what were her mad rants, and what were prophecies of things to come. Drusilla had turned Buffy in the 1920’s, claiming Miss Edith, her porcelain doll, told her she needed a new dollie. And poor Buffy, was the prettiest one she saw that night.

Buffy had just turned twenty, and was out for the evening with her fiancé, Owen. In her thin, sequined flapper dress, Buffy had made the mistake of sneaking out the backdoor of the nightclub they were at to have a cigarette. Dru had been waiting for her in the alley.

Dru had sought ‘daddy’s’ location out, and had traveled to America to show him her new dollie. Angel had been furious, but had seen something special in the fledgling vamp. He taught her his way of surviving as a vamp, how to live the dead life, without killing.

Drusilla had left this time with no notice, and Buffy ended up with Angel and his band of merry do-gooders in LA. Angel had stepped in to train her many years before, a responsibility he took on out of guilt.

Angel had sired Drusilla in the 1800’s by driving her insane before turning her. He had been known as Angelus in those days. Evil was his forte back then. He raped and pillaged his way across Europe with his sire, Darla, leaving a bloody trail that put all others to shame.

Angelus’ reign of terror ended abruptly when he took the life of a young gypsy girl, and found himself cursed. Cursed with his soul.

With his soul thrust back into his body, Angelus had to deal with the guilt and horror he had plagued the humans with. With his guilt, he had decided he needed to atone for all his wrong doings. He had also changed his name to Angel.


The Powers That Be had been so impressed by his self-imposed penance; they had chosen him to be their own personal champion. He was a helper of the helpless, as he liked to call his job.

This had led to Angel Investigations, or AI. He had started a business to seek out and help anyone who needed him. Along the way he had picked up several unlikely team members, but the PTB had seen fit to gift each team member with something they desired as a reward for their service.

Buffy wanted her soul back, and was working hard to earn it. . .



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Clem and Spike drank and discussed Buffy, Angel, and Drusilla into the wee hours of the morning. Willy had announced last call and the two friends decided to head back to Clem’s and watch a bit of television.

Clem lived in a spacious crypt in the same cemetery Spike had met Buffy. He had taken up residence shortly after Buffy began patrolling, taking advantage of what was basically private security.

“So, Spike, tell me more of your story. All I know is that you came from England two weeks ago and that you came in search of the hellmouth. How about you enlighten me?” Clem was anxious to here more details of Spike’s history. He was usually a good judge of character, but he had noticed Spike’s interest in Buffy. He owed her for making his town safer, and would lookout for her every chance he got.

Spike considered his request, deciding that it was only fair. Besides, he had nothing to hide. He was here on a mission, and maybe it was better the demon population knew about him.

He told Clem about the events at the orphanage that changed everything. He told of his running, his hiding, and his seeking of revenge against vampires.

“So you’ve been on the run for over a year? Wow, I’m impressed. So you never knew of the line of slayers? Because, they’ve been gone for a while, and I never knew a guy could be one.” Clem looked at Spike with admiration.

“I never knew there were other Slayers, Clem. Not 'til tonight. Any idea why they went extinct?“

They had reached the entrance to Clem's abode, and quickly settled on a ratty old couch in front of an old console television. Clem had aluminum foil-covered rabbit ear antennas on top of the set and actually got decent reception. They’d grabbed snacks from a makeshift kitchenette and had selected the Late Late Movie to watch while they continued their conversation.

Clem picked up where he’d left off. “The way I heard it, was that an old vampire by the name of Darla was here trying to resurrect her Sire, The Master and the last Slayer, a chickie named Faith, came to stop her. Now, Faith, she did stop that nasty ancient vamp from rising, but Darla killed her for it.” Clem crunched on some cheese puffs.

“So, wasn’t someone supposed to name the next slayer?” Spike grabbed a handful of cheese puffs from the bowl between them.

“It didn’t work that way back then. Used to be, one died, another was called. Somewhere in England, an organization called the Council of Watchers, assigned someone to locate and train the new one. Not sure of all the details, but Slayers had Watchers. I’m not sure the Council is still around, or they should have gotten someone assigned to you too.”

Spike pondered this for a moment. “Any idea who might know more about these Watchers?”

Clem brushed the orange crumbs off of him as he got up to get more drinks. “Angel would know. He’s in LA, not to far away. Another soda?”

“Yeah, please. Well, I guess I’ll be doing some traveling soon.”

Chapter 4


In her apartment, Buffy went through a stack of books that Angel had given her when he’d set up her apartment. They were old, musty books. She hadn’t had any interest in them before, but Spike coming to town had opened her eyes to the fact that she needed to do some research of her own. The books were what Angel had called “Watchers' Diaries” that he had come across in his travels. Angel told her about Slayers, making them sound like a cross between a mythical creature and a goddess.

Buffy had attempted to read one once, but its first entry had been so boring; she’d given up almost before she started. The folklore books she’d read of Angel’s had been much more interesting, like scary bedtime stories.

She breezed through the first one she picked up, skimming over the handwritten words of Percy Hollingsworth. He told a tale of his becoming a Watcher and training his Slayer, named Emmeline.

Emmeline was called at the age of fourteen, and her Watcher seemed to think she wouldn’t last very long. She was skittish, and whiny, and did not embrace her calling. The thought of being a lady by day, and a vampire hunter by night was not something she was interested in doing.

Percy’s pages of entries were long, pitiful rants about his luck to get such an awful Slayer. After six months of attempting to train her, she'd killed herself. Percy’s final entry told of his anger at Emmeline and towards the Council for refusing to let him locate and train the next Slayer. The end. Buffy hoped they were not all so boring and dry.

She started a stack of ‘books she’d already read’ with Percy’s diary and picked up the next. Before she opened it, her mind wandered to the life of a Slayer. She remembered her own human life, all the excitement of growing up, the excitement at the age of fourteen. She had vivid memories of herself at that age, blossoming into womanhood, discovering life. She felt for Emmeline. The idea that her world had been turned upside down by the Watcher’s Council, forcing a life on her she didn’t ask for, trying to convince her this was her destiny. She wondered how she would have handled it, especially at such a young age. Drusilla had turned her at the age of twenty, forcing this lifestyle on her, but she had been an adult. She’d had a chance to ‘be’ what she wanted, or at least start…

Buffy sat on her couch, mourning her lost life, then mourning the Slayers' lost lives. Her thoughts turned to Spike. Why was he going by Spike vs. William? Why was he called as a Slayer? If all Slayers before him had been female, what had happened to the Slayer line after Faith had been killed? Where was his Watcher?

The next few hours were spent reading through various volumes of firsthand accounts of the Watchers’ lives with their assigned Slayers, each one ending with their death. Usually a death caused by a lost battle, and usually at a very young age. Once more her thoughts turn to Spike. How much longer would he last? Especially without someone to train and watch over him.

By daybreak, she’d managed to read all the diaries Angel had given her. The stories were heartbreaking, each and every one. When she had stacked the last volume on her ‘read’ stack on the floor, she was worried. She’d been drawn to Spike from the first time she’d laid eyes on him, but there was something more. Something she couldn’t explain, but she needed to not only talk to Angel about him, she also needed to talk to him directly.

She laid down on the couch, dozing off as the last thoughts of her day drifted through her tired mind, I need to find him as soon as I wake up, tell him everything I know. I will watch over him. I won’t let anything happen to him, I can’t.



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Spike and Clem had passed out on opposite ends of the couch, the TV now showing daytime soap operas, and the empty bowl of cheesy puffs abandoned between them. Spike shifted in his uncomfortable sleeping position and the bowl fell to the floor with a loud clank.

Clem jumped, startled awake by the sound. “What the …?!” He’d jumped up, looking for a place to hide.

“Clem! It was just a bowl, and I’m the only one here! Relax, all is well.” Spike picked up the bowl and placed it next to the empty bottles and cans on the coffee table.

Clem settled back on to the couch. “Sorry, still a little jumpy around here. Never know when someone might decide my place is nicer than theirs…”

“I thought you said all was better around here with Buffy patrolling the Hellmouth?” Spike looked to Clem, concerned for his new friend.

“Well, yeah, but she can only patrol at night. Remember? Vampire.”

“Is there a lot of demon activity during the day here?”

“Sometimes. Sunnydale is home to all species of demons. Can’t be too careful is all I’m saying.” Clem got up and walked back to his kitchen area. “You hungry?”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t impose.” Spike dug into his pockets, finding a few dollars he’d gotten off of the bodies of demons he’d killed that were covered in too much blood or slime. “I’ve got enough to grab some breakfast, but I might have to look for a day job to support my eating habit.”

Clem had seen him count out the few dollars in his pockets. “Tell you what, I’m gonna whip up some food and you are more than welcome to share. As a matter of fact, if you want, you are welcome to hang out here as long as you want. I’ve got a part time job, rent’s cheap, and you’re good company. Plus, a Slayer houseguest has its perks around here. What do ya say?”

Spike sat silently for a minute before answering, shocked. This ‘evil’ demon was not only offering him friendship, but room and board. He had been wrong. Clem was good demon.

“Well, I uh…” he stumbled on his words, flustered and unsure of what to say. “I don’t feel right imposing on you, but I appreciate the offer.”

“No imposition at all, and I won’t take no for an answer. Besides, it will be fun. Now, I got Lucky Charms and Cheerios. Which one do you want?” Clem had bowls and spoons already out.

Spike smiled. Clem wanted him here. Growing up in an orphanage, never being adopted, he’d never known anyone to want him around. It felt really good.

“I will pay you back, I promise. And thanks.” His voice caught in his throat.

Clem heard the catch and quickly changed the subject. He didn’t want Spike to feel embarrassed at his emotions, “No worries, friend. Now, Cheerios or Lucky Charms?”

Chapter 5


Buffy woke after a fitful sleep, eager to start her day. It would be almost dusk; giving her time to get cleaned up and make her plan on what to do with Spike.

Standing in her shower, she ran through the possible scenarios of how to approach him.

I need to find him. Who do I know who might be able to help me find him? Someone who might even help me keep an eye on him during the day…. I need to talk to him, I have so many questions. Plus, I want to get to know him. What is it about him…?

“Clem!” Buffy was so excited at how quickly her plan came together, she quickly rinsed off, and rushed to pick out something to wear.

Her closet was filled with many, many outfits. Things she loved, things that made her feel pretty, but she had no idea how she looked. She wanted to look good for Spike. He was young, which normally would have made it easy to pick something out to grab his attention, but he wasn’t the typical male. And for some reason, getting his attention meant something to her.

Irritated with her own indecision, she grabbed her favorite leather pants and a lightweight top and got dressed.

She stood in front of her mirror, styling her hair. It was a behavior she never lost, even after she was turned. Somehow, it just felt right to stand in front of the mirror. A touch of makeup, a spritz of perfume and she was ready.

“Now, if I was a Slayer… Where would I be? Why, the cemetery of ‘course,” she giggled as she walked out into the night. She would find Spike and then Clem. If she was lucky, she might find them both.


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After breakfast, Clem left for work and Spike explored more of Sunnydale. Clem had suggested a few places he might check out if he was looking to do some demon watching. Clem had mentioned that he thought it was strange wanting to spy on them, but he realized that Spike was new to the idea that demons could actually be productive members of society.

As the sun was setting, he made his way back to Restfield cemetery. He figured he’d patrol the area and then meet up with Clem. He also hoped that he’d run into Buffy. I have so many questions…

Spike strode under the ornate arch of Restfield, his mind on Buffy. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts of the beautiful vampiress, that he missed the three vampires who had followed him for blocks that were gaining ground on him.

Buffy had entered the cemetery through the back entrance, and had been wandering through the headstones, looking for fresh graves when she saw them.

Obviously newbies, they weren’t smooth in their stalking. She was concerned that Spike hadn’t noticed them. This is exactly why I need to watch out for him. She didn’t want to emasculate him by ‘saving his ass’, but if she didn’t do something soon, he was going to be a late night snack.

“Nice posse you got there, Spike. I didn’t know the Slayer had such a following,” she said loudly to get everyone’s attention.

Hearing her voice, quickly snapped him back into reality. Spike then sensed that he had some unwanted, undead company following behind him. Spike spun around without hesitation, and plunged his stake into the one closest to him.

“Slayer? Really?”

That was all that the second one got out of his mouth before he was ash, blowing in the breeze.

The third one, scared and confused, ran off. Spike gave chase, but Buffy called him back.

“Let him go. It’s good for your rep.” Buffy leaned against a mausoleum, looking disinterested.

“What do you mean? I can’t let him get away?” he said, irritated that she had interrupted his fight.

“You can, and you did. Now he will go tell a friend that he escaped being staked by the Slayer.” She was fidgeting, twirling a piece of hair around her finger. “Now he'll tell two friends, and they'll tell two friends, and so on…”

Spike was becoming more irritated with her by the second. But as he walked back to her, he got a better look at her and his mood softened. His jaw nearly dropped at the vision. The tight leather pants had not been lost on him, and neither had the see through blouse granting him full view of the black lace bra she wore underneath. If thinking about her wasn’t enough to get me killed, thinking about her wearing this surely will.

“And…” Spike’s brain wasn’t grasping her meaning.

“The fact that there’s a Slayer in Sunnydale will spread like wildfire. You want that. Make all the reckless watch their backs a bit more. Might even help your cause if he mentioned you had teamed up with me.” Buffy tilted her head to the side, giving him a flirtatious glance through her thick eyelashes.

Did she just say teamed up? His mind ran through all the possibilities of her statement. Slayer and vampire? A team? Slayer and vampire… His mind like any other hot blooded male made the connection.

Spike prayed he wouldn’t stutter or squeak when he spoke. “Teamed up? Us? Buffy what are you on about?”

Buffy was very careful about her phrasing. “Well, I’m here to protect the Hellmouth too, and I’ve been reading these Watchers' diaries from my Sire…”

Suddenly very interested, Spike said, “Wait. Did you say Watchers' diaries? Like the Watchers who trained the Slayers?”

Buffy realized at that moment that she had his attention. “Yeah. I’ve got a whole stack of them back at my place. Would you like to see them?”

Spike watched as Buffy walked slowly towards him. She was so graceful and elegant. He would love to be alone with her in her apartment… reading musty old books. Briefly lost in thought, he remembered his evening plans.

“Well, I-I would love to, but I, sort of made plans with Clem.” He hated passing up any opportunity to spend time with Buffy, but he had his first friend since Wesley. Clem was important.

Buffy watched his sad expression and realized she could easily do the ‘two birds, one stone’ thing here.

“Perfect. I love Clem, and you are both welcome to come over. How about we do a bit of patrolling before Clem gets off work, and then the three of us can head over to my place.”

Spike's smile said it all.

Chapter 6



Buffy watched the Slayer carefully during their patrol. She was looking for signs of weakness as well as interest.

While waiting for Clem, they didn’t say much, both seemingly lost in thought. Both their minds were busy, thinking of the other.

Spike watched her graceful ways, dumbstruck by the simplest glance his way. Something in her eyes drew him in. He knew of vampires’ ability to place people under their thrall, but that wasn’t what this was. The flutter of her long lashes over her deep green eyes… She’s flirting with me! She can’t possibly be interested in me. I’m too young for her. Well, any human would be. She looks like she’s in her late teens, but she’s actually old enough to be my grandmother! What am I thinking, age isn’t the issue, her being a demon is! Come on, mate, quit thinking about her. Besides, you have a job to do.

The vampire watched the Slayer as he walked beside her. He had a slight bounce in his step, but that black leather obscured the real view. Noting that he wore his duster all the time, even as hot as she knew the air was.

“I have two questions for you, Spike,” Buffy said with a slightly commanding voice.

Her tone amused him. “Go on, then. Ask, and maybe I’ll answer.”

“What’s the story with the duster, and with the name Spike. Rumor has it your real name is William.”

Spike walked alongside her, deciding just how much to share. She was watching his expressions as he looked forward. He could feel her eyes on him, studying him.

Buffy jumped in front of him. “Come on, it can't be that big of a secret! Please tell me! Make you a deal. Answer my two, and you can ask me two, and I promise to answer.”

Spike halted his walk and threaded his thumbs through the front belt loops of his jeans. A cocky grin spread across his face as he replied.

“Any two questions? Well now, that sounds like a fair trade off. So, you want to know about the coat.”

Buffy returned to his side as they continued walking through the cemetery.

“This coat is a memento I took off a demon in Bedford. He claimed he took it off a Slayer he killed, so it seemed only right that it belong to me. Snapped his neck and took it back. That was the first time I’d ever heard of Slayers.” Spike was silent for a moment as he remembered the fight. It had been a difficult battle, but he had triumphed. He had assumed his role as Slayer that night.

Buffy watched as his mind obviously replayed the memory in his head. She watched his expressions change, until he finally settled on a slight grin, and spoke again.

“Now the name?” Buffy wasn’t about to let him forget to answer her second question.

Spike hesitated a minute, not wanting to go into too much detail. “My given name is William, but since I started slaying, I’ve been given a few names. William the Bloody was the first after I took out a nest of Drogak demons. Made a huge mess, but got them all. Not exactly a name I wanted, but what can you do? Spike was a name given to me by a reporter for a local paper in Bedford after he published an article about me using railroad spikes to kill people. Yeah, I did use spikes, but not on people. Came across a breed of demon that you could kill with iron through the head. Railroad spikes were on the ground during the fight, and as they say, history was made. I kinda liked it, so I kept it.”

“William is a nice name, but if you prefer Spike, so be it. My turn. Now, I know about Angel and his band of merry men in LA, but what I’d really like to know…” Spike stumbled on his words as a gentle pink blush rose in his cheeks.

Buffy watched, smiling at seeing his shyness for the first time. He is so cute. God, he is too young. What am I thinking?

“Well, what I’d like to know is if Angel is just your boss, or is he more?” There, he’d said it. Oh good Lord! Did I just ask that? Why? Why would I do that?

Buffy giggled and hooked her arm through his as they walked. “Why, Spike, if you wanted to know if I was single, all you had to do was ask. Didn’t need to waste one of your questions on that. To answer your question, he is my boss, but he is more too.”

Spike’s shoulders dropped and he pulled his arm away from hers. “I see.”

Buffy pulled him back. “No, I don’t think you do. Yeah, he’s my boss. And I am one of his merry ‘men’, but when I say he’s more, what I mean is that he’s family. He sired my sire, so he’s kinda like my grandfather. Does that make sense? But, if you're asking ‘cause you’re interested in me… just how old are you?”

“I-I’ll be seventeen in a few weeks. Legal in England I might add.” Did I just say LEGAL? I might as well have just dropped down to one knee.

“Seventeen, huh? Well, that is young.”

“Well, how old are you? I mean, well, I know you should never ask a lady her age, but since we’re on the topic…”

“I don’t mind saying my age, Spike. I will always look like this, so there’s no way for someone to really guess it. I was born in 1904, and Drusilla turned me in 1924, making me forever twenty, but in all actuality I am one hundred and five. Still interested? I suppose you could help me cross the street.” Buffy grinned as she started walking like she was elderly.

Spike pulled her closer. “Well, I don’t think you look a day over one o’four.”

Clem was almost to his crypt when he heard them laughing. They were walking arm in arm and looking like they were made for each other. Their features even complimented each other’s, but a Slayer and a vampire? I’ve heard of opposites attracting, but come on?! This spells trouble in everyway.

Buffy saw Clem and called out to him.

“Heya, Clem! Spike and I were just waiting on you.” Buffy walked them over to Clem.

“Me? Why me?” Clem looked confused. They seemed to be having a great time together, why would they want him around?

“Well, I’ve got some books on Watchers I thought Spike might like to see and I’d love you both to come to dinner.”

“Well, it’s kinda late for dinner, Buffy. It’s after midnight. And, I don’t think we’re on the same diet.” Clem tried to hide the gag that rose in his throat as he thought about drinking a big tall glass of blood with Buffy.

Laughing at his retching, “No blood or kittens. Don’t want to offend anyone here, but I make a mean plate of nachos. You up for it?”

Clem tried not to drool, and looked over at Spike, making sure he was ok with Clem being a third wheel.

“Um, yeah! Melty cheese works for me. Lead the way!”


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At Buffy’s apartment, the guys had a seat on her couch. She had shown the journals to Spike, telling him he could look through them as she went to get them all drinks.

Spike picked up the one on the top of the stack. As soon as she was in the other room, Clem leaned over and whispered to him.

“Wow! You stud! Already got her to invite you to her place! I’m impressed!”

“SSh! It’s not like that! This is work related. Besides, Slayer and vampire? Please. Plus, slight age difference don’t you think?” Spike sounded disappointed as he said those words aloud.

Clem patted Spike’s thigh. “I don’t think any of that matters. Now, let’s get a good look at these books. Pass me one.”

Chapter 7


Buffy had fixed up a big platter of nachos and put them in the oven to melt the cheese. As she was getting bottles of Coke for everyone, her sensitive vampire hearing picked up Spike and Clem’s conversation. Sometimes it was irritating to not be able to block out other people's private conversations, however, this one, was very interesting. Smiling as she heard Clem’s final comment, she gathered up the drinks and made her way back into the living room.

Spike was sitting on the couch with a journal in his hands, and Clem in the armchair with one in his lap.

“Coke ok with you guys?” she asked as she set them down on the table.

“Fine by me, thanks, Buff. Nachos smell great too,” Clem said.

“Same here. Thanks for letting me read these, Buffy. It makes me wonder if I am supposed to have a Watcher too.” Spike’s face took on a forlorn expression.

“Well, as a matter of fact,” she said as she sat down on the couch next to him, “I spoke to Angel yesterday and he mentioned that the Watcher’s Council knows about you, but had no idea where you were. I think he has a contact with them, whoever is left.”

“You told Angel about me?” Spike smirked and raised an eyebrow as he thought about her talking about him.

“Yeah, I hope that’s ok? I kinda report all Hellmouth activity to him, especially the interesting developments,” she slyly smiled at him.

Clem watched the interaction between the two, wondering if he should stick around or leave them alone.

Buffy noticed Clem fidgeting in the chair and remembered wanting to talk to him. Just then, the timer on the oven rang out.

“Clem, you mind giving me a hand while Spike reads on?” She winked at Clem, as she motioned for him to join her in the kitchen.

“Sure thing, Buff,” Clem said as he rose to follow her.

As they rounded the corner, Buffy whispered to Clem, “I need a favor?”

“Anything, Buffy, what can I do?” Clem was eager to help her after all she’d done for Sunnydale.

Whispering so Spike couldn’t possibly hear, “I need you to keep an eye on Spike, and keep your ears open for anything you may hear about him in town. I...” Buffy paused searching for the right wording. “I just want him safe. I need to make sure nothing bad happens to him. I-I like him.” Buffy’s blush said it all.

Clem put his wrinkled hand on Buffy’s petite shoulder. “I gotcha covered. I’ve invited him to stay at my place and I hear lots of gossip when I’m at work, so it shouldn’t be a problem. Do you think he’s in danger?”

“No, not specifically, but I feel like for some reason I want to look out for him. I mean, he is the Slayer, he's bound to find trouble or have it find him. Are you sure you don’t mind?” Buffy was still flushed.

“Not at all.”

Buffy retrieved the nachos from the oven and pointed to the cabinet with the plates.

Clem got three plates, a handful of paper towels, and before they walked back to the living room with food, said, “I think he feels the same way, Buffy. No worries, ok?”

With a broad smile and a fresh blush, “No worries, and thanks, Clem. Now, let’s eat.”

For the next few hours, the three read through all the journals, discussing the Watchers and the Slayers and their lives.

Clem fell asleep while Buffy and Spike stayed up talking about the Watchers' accounts.

“I wonder why the Slayers didn’t write their own journals?” was Buffy’s main question. “It seems like they would have had a better account of what actually happened in their lives. Would have been kinda like a manual to future Slayers.”

“Yeah. I think I may write my own. ‘Cause, no Watcher to tell my tale.” Spike’s face darkened again.

Buffy reached over and took his hand in hers. “Spike, tell me why you get that look when you talk about the Watchers. Is it something from your past?”

His heart skipped a beat when her cool skin rested on his. Looking into her eyes, he felt like he could tell her anything. “Well, my past wasn’t full of happy memories. I’ve been on my own as long as I can remember. Had a close friend once… but, he’s dead now.” His mind flashed pictures of Wesley dead in his arms; reminding him he was holding hands with a vampire. He pulled his hand away, missing her touch instantly, but suddenly uncomfortable.

“Spike, please tell me what happened. I want to know, if you want to tell me.” Buffy wanted to pull him into a hug, but saw the stress on his brow. When he didn’t answer right away, Buffy started to clean up.

“Buffy?” Spike took her hand in his, and gently pulled her back down to the couch. “I’m sorry. My past wasn’t so long ago, so the memories are very fresh. Please sit with me; I want to tell you everything. I want to…" Spike stumbled on his words, “I want you to know about me, just as I want to know all about you.” He dropped his eyes to his lap.

Buffy lifted his chin with her finger. “I would like nothing more than to get to know each other better.”

Spike found himself drowning in her eyes. He’d never been with a woman before, never even kissed one, but right then, he knew that she was the only one he would ever want. No matter how wrong it was, she was the one.

Buffy leaned in and placed a soft, chaste kiss on his lips, lingering a bit longer than she expected to. She knew he was young, but her attraction to him was undeniable. She was the older one here, so it was her place to make sure things didn’t go too fast. She pulled away, but held his hand in her lap. Squeezing it, she said, “Now, do you want to know about me first? Or would you like to tell me about you?”

Buffy could feel the demon in her, telling her to take what she wants, but she pushed the feelings away. She knew she could have him right now if she wanted, noticing his arousal. His heart raced within his chest, his face was flushed. Plus, she’d heard his conversation with Clem. She knew he wanted her too.

That sweet, tender flesh could be all mine, maybe even get a sip of that fabled Slayer blood if I play my cards right...

NO. This isn’t like that. I do want him, but I want it all… Buffy wrestled with her emotions privately, but her desire to do the right thing won out.

They talked all night as Clem slept soundly in the chair, sharing everything they could with each other.

When the sun came up, Buffy began yawning.

“As much as I hate to leave, Clem has work in a few hours. But I’d like to see you later if that’s ok?”

“More than ok. I will meet you at Clem’s at sundown. Maybe we can patrol together.” Buffy was thrilled at this development.

“Perfect, now let’s see if we can wake him up.”

“Spike? I’ve got to go to L.A. next week to see Angel. Do you think you’d like to come with me? I think it might be like an educational field trip,” she said with a smile.

“I’d love to. We can work out all the details later. For now, I’ve got to get this big lug of a friend home.”

Chapter 8


Clem woke to both Buffy and Spike nudging him.

As they stood at her door, Clem watched Buffy and Spike say their awkward goodbyes, knowing he'd missed something while he'd slept.

Walking back to the crypt, Clem noticed Spike’s grin. “Ok, what did I miss? Spill.”

Spike blushed, remembering each moment of his evening. “Well, a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”

Clem let loose a hearty laugh, “Ok, ok, fair enough. By the blush on your cheek and smile plastered across that face of yours, I’d say you had a great time. Anything you do want to share?”

With a slight bounce in his step, Spike volunteered, “She did invite me to go with her to LA. Wants to introduce me to Angel. You don’t think it's some sort of trap do you?” Spike's smile disappeared, having forgotten that he was just invited into a vampire’s lair.

“Trap? Buffy and Angel?” No way. They are working for the Powers That Be to fight evil. But, meeting Angel…” Clem trailed off, egging him on.

“What about Angel? I thought you said he was a good guy, why should I worry?” Spike was now standing in front of Clem, his hand on Clem’s chest, stopping him in his tracks.

“Because. Dude, she’s taking you home to meet her family.”


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Spike spent most of the following day at Clem’s trying to rest, but nervously thinking about Buffy, the kiss, and the upcoming road trip.

Lying on the couch, sleep finally took him around mid afternoon. He smiled as he slept; his dreams filled with thoughts of Buffy the Vampire. His vampire.


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Buffy’s hand lingered on her door as she closed it behind Clem and Spike.

A man had never affected her like this in all of her life. Her heart craved him as much as her demon did. Thoughts of him clouded her mind. Is is it him that I want? Or is it his powerful blood calling out to my demon that fascinates to me?

As she prepared for bed, her thoughts were filled with him. She couldn’t wait to see him again, which she decided would be as soon as the sun set.

His lips… Buffy fell asleep with a smile upon her face as well.


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Sunset came and the Slayer began his patrol. Only, he had a particular vampire in mind, and dusting her was never a consideration. Kissing her again, was on the top of his list.

Buffy had rushed to the cemetery as soon as she could leave her apartment. She had spent some time, selecting an outfit that showed a little bit of leg this time. She had laughed when she pulled the mini skirt out of her closet. She felt like a teenager again, as silly as that sounded. She wanted to look good for him, and she did.

He sensed her before he saw her. The back of his neck prickled when vampires were near, but he could tell it was her. Her signature was somehow different.

Spike didn’t want to seem like an overly eager teen, so he played it cool. He let her come find him.

She saw him through the headstones, twirling a wooden stake in his left hand. His chiseled face reminded her of the statues she’d seen in the museums she’d visited around the world, only he was far more beautiful than any she’d seen.

Dru always liked the museums, and had insisted on taking Buffy with her. The lack of natural light within the buildings and constant influx of tourists made it an excellent place to hunt. So while Drusilla hunted, Buffy took in the sights. She had never been one to hunt, disappointing her sire. She fed when she needed to, but only from Drusilla’s leftovers, or stolen bagged blood from hospitals.

Buffy knew she was different from the average vampire almost as soon as she was turned. She had killed shortly after she had risen, but as much as her body hungered, her mind fought against killing. She was frustrated and angry with herself for years, for not being able to be a 'good vampire' and disappointing her sire over and over again. But then Angel had 'adopted' her, letting her see that there was another way. She found that fighting her inner demon was difficult, but not impossible.

Angel had taught her even more. Now, with the promise of having her soul back, it made the fight against her demon even easier.

Strolling up to him, she could hear his heart begin to race. He knew she was near, but hadn’t called out to her. Is he being coy? Doesn’t he realize I can hear when his heartbeat changes?

Buffy decided two could play at that game, and raced ahead of him, hiding behind a mausoleum.

Spike had seen her out of the corner of his eye as she had sprinted on ahead of his path. Playing a game, are we?

As he reached the crypt, he knew she was just on the other side, probably waiting to pounce on him. He decided that he would pounce first.

Buffy morphed into game face, stifling a giggle, and waited anxiously for Spike to stroll past.

Spike rounded the corner, stake held high, and tackled her to the ground. Straddling her, stake still held high (not wanting to really scare her) he looked at her startled, fanged face. He lowered the stake, allowing it to fall to the ground. He was intrigued by her vampire features.

Buffy was giggling, but stopped suddenly as she saw him drop his stake and his hand reach for her face. She quickly changed back to her human face, embarrassed. She turned her head away from his hand.

His hand touched her cheek, turning her to face him again. “Change back. I want to see you. I told you I want to know everything about you, and this is part of who you are.” Spike was in awe of her features. He had always seen vampires as hideous creatures, but in her he found beauty.

Buffy slowly changed back again as a tear rolled from her eye. “I know it’s ugly…”

Spike brushed the tear away as his fingers traced the bumpy ridge of her brow. “I think you’re the most beautiful creature ever to grace this earth, and I always want you to be yourself around me. Never feel like you have to hide who you are. This doesn’t define you, your actions do.” He leaned forward and kissed her.

Buffy changed once again, fearing Spike might cut his lips on her fangs, and his blood… Her demon was screaming for his blood. She kissed him back, gently, as her arms wound around him. Spike shifted his body to lay with her on the soft ground.

Spike quickly forgot his inexperience with women, as he lay next to Buffy, kissing her. His body burning with a desire he’d never felt before, allowed his kisses to deepen.

They were interrupted by a noise coming from the other side of the crypt. They both stilled immediately, Spike trying to catch his breath and shift back into Slayer mode, Buffy adjusting her shirt, preparing to attack whatever beastie came around the corner. They slowly stood and motioned to the other to go around the opposite side. Creeping towards the sound that was now clearly voices, they readied themselves for battle.

“Spike! Buffy! I thought I might find you guys out here. Hope I didn’t interrupt anything. ,” Clem said as he saw them both ready to pounce on him.

"Clem! I thought you were a demon! Well... you know what I mean. I thought you might be an evil one." Spike exclaimed as he bent over, taking the deep breaths to calm himself.

Buffy laughed, and said, “So, gonna introduce us to your friend?” She was still smoothing her clothes as she spoke.

Clem looked at Spike as he stood up, and gave him an obvious wink. “This is my friend Tara. She works at the Magic Box. You know, the magic shop across from the theater? We figured we’d find you guys here, and we brought Chinese food. Hungry?”

The shy blond standing with Clem smiled sweetly and nodded her greeting.

Spike was hungry, but he knew they needed to patrol. Plus, more time alone with his goddess of the night.

Buffy looked to Spike and shrugged. “It’s up to you. We can eat now, and patrol later, or patrol now and eat later. Clem, that is if you will save us some.”

Spike looked around the cemetery. “It’s actually pretty dead tonight, no pun intended, dear. I say we eat now, then patrol through the night.”

Once they were all in agreement, they headed back to Clem’s crypt.


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The next few nights seemed to follow the same routine, Buffy and Spike fooling around and then hanging out with Clem and Tara before patrolling and dusting the occasional newly risen vamp. Spike had never been so happy. He had friends, a home, and Buffy.

He couldn’t deny his feelings for her, but he had to admit to himself that on some level, their strange attraction concerned him. He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. But why? She was beautiful inside and out… but she was a vampire. A creature he was dedicated to erasing from the earth just a few weeks ago, whom he now he was having erotic fantasies about. And the fact that she was a vampire troubled him, but her being dead disturbed him even more. What did it say about him if the first woman to spark any interest, was a dead one?

He needed more information on Slayers. He needed to know if any other Slayers had ever had relationships with vampires. He’d read nothing about it in the Watchers’ diaries, but he wondered if any of the Slayers ever kept journals. He made up his mind that he would start journaling his life soon. The future Slayers may need information from him, and he planned on leaving it for them.


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Buffy had told Spike to meet her at her place at sunset, with an overnight bag. Angel would be expecting them before daybreak, and she was eager to get on the road.

Clem watched as his friend packed his bag. “Hey, I have something for you.” He dug into his pocket and retrieved an envelope and handed it to him. “It’s not from just me, but mostly the residents around Restfield.”

Spike opened the envelope and found it stuffed with cash. Not large bills, but plenty of them. He closed the envelope and handed it back to Clem. “I can’t accept this.”

“Why? We’ve all seen a huge drop in crime since you’ve been here, and none of us want to see you have to get a regular job to take care of yourself. Besides, you’re going out with your lady. You might want to treat her to something nice.” Clem tucked the envelope in Spike’s duster pocket.

Spike blushed at Clem referring to Buffy being his 'lady', and thinking that it sounded right. “But… It just feels wrong to accept money for doing a job I am destined to do,” Spike explained.

“Look, you didn’t demand payment for keeping us safe like a criminal would, so take this. Consider it a donation to the “Slayer needs to eat” fund. Now, get over to Buffy’s and have a great time.”


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Spike found Buffy sitting on the hood of a fully restored, 1959 black DeSoto.

“This is a beautiful car, Buffy. Is it yours?” He walked up to her, fitting himself between her dangling legs,

“Yep. All mine. Perk of the job. Angel bought it for me to travel back and forth to LA. See? The windows have super dark tint so I can even drive during the day if needed.”

Spike put his hands under her behind and pulled her closer to him, nuzzling her neck. “That also means, no one can see inside either.”

Buffy moaned as he nibbled her neck. She wanted him badly, but knew he was still too young. Eager and willing, but young. Too young. Pushing him back, “Ok, mister. That’s enough of that, for now. We need to get on the road.”

Spike opened the driver side door for her, then once she was in, he rushed around to the other side and let himself in.

Buffy was sitting facing him, holding an elegantly wrapped present.

“What’s this?” Spike had never received an actual gift before. In the orphanage, holidays were celebrated but there was no money for the children to have gifts. He had seen picture books of extravagant Christmases and birthday parties, but he himself had never experienced anything so elaborate.

“I got something for you. And since I don’t know when your birthday is, I figured I’d give it to you now.” Buffy passed the package to him, grinning from ear to ear.

Spike was speechless.

“Come on, silly. It isn’t going to open itself!” Buffy was as excited as if the gift was for her.

“Buffy, you shouldn’t have. I’ve never…”

“Open it now, or I will open it for you.” Buffy nudged his arm.

Spike lifted the package and looked for a way to open it without tearing the beautiful paper. He slipped off the bow and set it on the seat next to him, deciding he would keep that forever.

He slid his finger under the tape, releasing the paper and he uncovered a white box.

Buffy grabbed the paper and wadded it up, tossing it into the back seat.

“But I wanted…” Spike exclaimed, but was interrupted again.

“Open that box, William.” She had used his formal name, as she bounced on the seat. “You’re killing me going so slow!”

“I like that bounce, Buffy. If I prolong opening this, will you promise to continue to bounce like that?” He smirked, eyeing her breasts and curling his tongue behind his teeth.

Laughing, Buffy replied, “No, I will not and I might just take it back.” She smiled, and held her hands out for the box.

“Not on your unlife, pet,” and he opened the box. Inside was a leather bound journal. He lifted it out, allowing his hand to caress the cover, his fingers finding the small, tooled design in the bottom corner. He looked closely to find, a heart – with a railroad spike through it

“Do you like it? I figured you could start your own diary now. Maybe you will even write about me in there. ,” Buffy said as she waited for him to say something.

“I love it, Buffy. More than you will ever know. Thank you.” He leaned over and kissed her once more. “And my birthday is next month. On the 9th.”

Buffy’s mind raced. He would be seventeen in less than four weeks. In her head, that was the magic number. An age where he was old enough to date, old enough to… She kissed him once more before reaching for her seatbelt.

“We will have to make sure and celebrate properly then. Now, let’s get going. I can’t wait for you to meet Angel.”

With a roar of the engine, they headed towards the highway.

Chapter 9


Buffy’s driving skills made Spike on edge. Defensive didn’t even begin to describe her style. Racing the engine as they pulled away should have been a clue, but fifteen minutes down the highway, Spike was checking his seatbelt and had a white knuckled grip on the armrest.

Buffy was honking the horn and yelling at other drivers, whipping in and out of traffic. "Learn to drive, asshole!" Buffy shouted out her window, honking her horn repeatedly. “Move it, grandpa!" then more honking and swerving. Buffy noticed the frightened look on Spike’s face, wondering if maybe she could slow down a little.

“Lighten up, Slayer. Quit acting like a baby,” Buffy chided.

“I’m allowed to be scared. WATCHOUT!” Spike’s legs both locked and his hands shot out to brace himself against the dash.

Buffy swerved the large sedan into the next lane, nearly avoiding rear-ending a minivan. “What?! Just trying to get you to LA as quick as possible.”

Spike looked at her, appalled. “Are you planning on us arriving alive?”

Buffy snickered, “Already dead, Slayer. But I do have precious cargo.” She relaxed her pressure on the gas pedal, and reached over and placed her hand on his tense thigh. “Sorry, Spike. I didn’t mean to scare you. No worries.”

Spike caught the smirk that followed her apology. “No worries, huh?” He instantly relaxed at her touch, realizing once more that there was something almost electric going on between them. He placed his hand over hers and slowly began to rub circles on the back of her hand.

She felt it too. When they touched, a spark ignited. I need to find out what this is. I’ve never felt like this about anyone. Not in all my years…

The three-hour drive felt like it was done before it started. They chatted; they flirted, and at times just enjoyed the silence of simply being alone together. Pulling into the small garage under the Hyperion, Buffy found her spot next to Cordelia’s and parked. Angel had assigned parking spaces years ago, and each time she parked, she felt like she was home.

“You ready?” Buffy asked, eager to introduce Spike to everyone.

Sliding across the seat, he placed his hand behind her neck and pulled her into a heated kiss. He’d been dying to kiss her for the last three hours, but had been afraid to take her attention off her driving.

Buffy eagerly returned his kiss; she too had been looking forward to this. Their open-mouthed kisses allowing their tongues to dance with each other.

Things were heating up in the front seat when they were interrupted by a knock on the driver side window.

Both Buffy and Spike immediately prepared for battle, but Buffy recognized the man standing outside her car. “Spike, meet Angel,” Buffy said straightening her clothes.

The awkward introduction in the garage had Spike blushing like the busted horny teenager he was.

“So, this is the new Slayer who has drawn the interest of my grandchilde,” Angel said like a concerned father.

Spike wasn’t exactly sure what to do in this bizarre situation, so he offered his hand with his introduction. “William Pratt, but please call me Spike. It’s an honor to meet you, Angel. Buffy’s spoken of you often.”

Angel laughed, “Relax, Spike. I’m not her father, and no need to be so formal.” He shook his hand, secretly assessing his strength in the handshake, then slapped him on the back. “Let’s get inside, it’s a bit too musty for my taste down here.”

Spike was introduced to Cordelia first. She had been waiting eagerly at the top of the stairs.

“Sorry I didn’t come down to greet you. Angel wanted to make sure this wasn’t a trap, that you hadn’t tricked Buffy into bringing you here to kill us all.” She looped arms with Spike, escorting him into the lobby. His striking looks weren’t lost on Cordelia, and she had already picked up the hands off vibe from Buffy, but she figured Buffy would allow her to be hospitable.

In the large atrium of the lobby, there were several large, inviting couches. “Have a seat, Spike. Let me get everyone in here to meet our guest.”

“Isn’t it a little late, er um, early? We could wait until later if you’d like,” Spike was uncomfortable, and even more so if Cordy was going to wake people up in the middle of the night.

“It’s neither around here, Spike. We keep vampire hours here most of the time.”

Spike couldn’t help himself as he stifled a laugh. “Well, I guess I keep those hours myself.”

“Can I get you something to drink or eat? Not all of us are on a liquid diet here,” Cordy offered with a grin.

“Thanks, Cordelia. That would be great. Whatever you have handy.”

“Call me Cordy, and I’ll be right back,” she said as she turned to leave.

“Will do, Cordy.” Spike watched as she winked at him on her way out of the room.

“I see Cordy likes you,” Buffy said as she plopped down next to him on the couch.

Angel sat across from them on the opposite couch. “Buffy, retract your claws. Cordy is just welcoming our guest. Besides, she’s seeing someone,” Angel said with a twinge of embarrassment.

Buffy shifted, leaning forward on the edge of the couch. “Really!? Well, it’s about time. You two have been dancing around each other for years!”

Angel gave a slight smile, then changed the subject. “So, how are things in Sunnydale?”

Buffy sensed that Angel was uncomfortable with the topic of his love life, and figured as long as he didn’t want to discuss his, she didn’t have to discuss hers. “Things have been really quiet. I’m guessing the demon population knowing the new Slayer had arrived had something to do with that. Plus, we have been patrolling together.” Buffy sat back on the couch, leaning into Spike, who cautiously put his arm around her shoulders.

Cordy returned with a tray full of drinks and snacks. “OK, AB for Angel,” handing him a glass, “B for Buffy, and an iced tea for Spike, and another for me. Spike, would you prefer hot tea? I forgot you were English. I can…”

“No, thank you, Cordy. Iced tea is perfect.” Spike took a sip and then reached for some chips and dip.

The front doors opened to a tall black man and a waif like brunette, both armed and covered with blue slime. Spike was startled, but he quickly noticed no one else seemed threatened.

“Hey, Gunn, Fred. Come meet Spike,” Buffy said squeezing Spike’s hand, then whispering in his ear, “Fred is short for Winifred.”

Spike stood; arm out stretched as they approached. Gunn wiped his hand clean on his pants before offering it to Spike. “Nice to meet you both,” Spike said, shaking Gunn’s hand. Fred stood meekly behind Gunn and offered a small wave.

They put their weapons by a large cabinet near the office.

“We need to get the nasty demon slime off of us, but we’ll be back after we get cleaned up, and if you don’t mind, maybe a nap,” Fred announced as she took Gunn’s hand.

“That’s fine, Fred. We’ll be here a few days at least. Plenty of time to get caught up,” Buffy said.

Angel and Cordelia were sitting next to each other, not as close as Buffy and Spike, but closer than coworkers would sit. Buffy took in Angel’s body language, and decided to start the conversation.

“So, I’m sure you’ve told Cordy everything we've spoken about over the phone, but I know I have some questions and am sure Spike has a few, too. Let me start by saying, we’ve read all the Watchers’ diaries you left at my place, and honestly, I think Spike might be better without a Watcher. What can a human Watcher do to train a superhuman warrior? Seems like this Council, would have had the sense to have the Watchers be at least as strong as a Slayer. Am I wrong?” Buffy was looking back and forth between Angel and Spike.

“No, you’re not wrong,” Spike commented. “Seems like I’ve accomplished more than any of the trained Slayers. I have to wonder if the human connection makes them weak. Not just in their training skills, but the distractions that come from an average human’s life.”

Angel wondered just how much he should tell them. He’d been around many years, and had even killed a Slayer or two before he’d gotten his soul back. I think I will let Rupert tell you more about it when he arrives in the morning. It really isn’t my place to discuss the Council and why they do the things they do.

“I made a call to the Watchers’ Council as soon as Buffy had identified you as the new Slayer. There are two senior members left, Rupert Giles and Ethan Rayne. Rupert will be here in the morning, ready to offer you their services.” Angel watched the shock on Spike’s face.

“A Watcher for me? But… I just assumed that I would never…” Spike was having a hard time choosing his words.

Cordelia, who had been quietly sipping her tea, spoke, “Spike, this is a lot to take in, I know. I felt the same way when I was given my powers. But listen to what Mr. Giles has to offer. You never know, he might have a fresh look on the role as Watcher. And if the Watchers’ Council wants to be in business, seems to me they need someone to watch.”

“Powers? You aren’t human either?” Spike’s head was filled with more questions than he thought he could ask in a lifetime. Cordelia didn’t set off any warnings when he’d arrived. “But you aren’t a demon?”

“Not exactly, Spike. I was given visions. Visions of people or demons in need of help, blinding and painful visions of people in need. But to survive the damage these would cause to my human body, I was infused with the essence of demon. So I’m a hybrid of sorts.”

“Kind of like a vampire, then? Half human, half demon. Are you soulless?” Holding Buffy’s hand in both of his.

“No, Spike. Cordelia still has her soul. She wasn’t turned; she was offered her power by he Powers That Be,” Buffy looked sad at her comment.

Cordelia moved closer to Buffy and placed her hand on her knee. “Your time is coming, Buffy. Don’t be sad.”

“I know, Cordy. It’s just so hard fighting the demon in me. The things it says…” Buffy turned to Spike and buried her head in his shoulder.

Buffy had told him about her constant struggle, but she’d left out the fight she was having on a regular basis regarding him. Want. Take. Have. And that Slayer blood making my demon scream to drain him dry. How will I ever be able to keep him safe if I am constantly haunted by the demon?

“Buffy, be strong. You’ve come so far, and I believe in you.” Angel had scooted to the edge of his couch, a little jealous that she had turned to Spike for comfort. “You’ve had a long trip. Why don’t you two get some rest and then we can talk more later.”

Cordy stood, and gathered up her tray . “You have clean sheets on your bed, and I put Spike in the room next door.”

Angel emitted a low growl barely audible to Cordy and Spike, but loud and clear to Buffy. With a roll of her eyes, she led Spike up stairs.


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Rupert ‘Ripper’ Giles sat on his international flight, checking his watch for the fourth time. As he set his arm back on the armrest, he saw his mark of Eyghon tattoo peeking out from under his rolled up his sleeve.

He covered it and raised his plastic airline cup of scotch, draining its contents.

He could run, but he could not hide…

Chapter 10


Buffy reached the top of the stairs and reached behind her for Spike’s hand. He took her hand, and pulled her to him as soon as they were out of Angel’s line of vision. Their lips touched gently, just long enough to make Spike’s heart race, and for Buffy to sense it.

“Let’s get you settled in. This is my room,” she opened the door and waved her hand so he could take a peek inside. Then she walked him down the hall a few feet to the next room. “This is yours.” She walked in and showed him where everything was kept, and opened the adjoining door to her own room. “And this, is a shortcut back to mine.”

Spike raised his eyebrow at her comment. Good Lord, this woman will be the death of me.

“Just in case you need anything, that is.” Buffy batted her eyelashes.

“I suppose I could think of a few things, but if you don’t mind, I’d like to take a quick shower.” A cold shower…

Buffy walked over to him, and rose up on her tiptoes and kissed him quickly. “Fine by me. I need to freshen up too. Come find me in my room when you’re done. I will get some more of Angel’s books and we can go through them together.” One more kiss, and she turned and left, closing the door behind her.

Spike sighed. His cold shower awaited.

Buffy ran right into Angel’s chest as she entered the hall.

“Were you listening at the door?!” she asked him, obviously offended.

“Did you forget I don’t need to stand outside his door to hear you two?” Angel grabbed her arm and ushered her further down the hall out of Spike’s earshot. “Just what are you doing with him, Buffy? First of all, he’s too young for you. Secondly, he’s the Slayer and I know the blood lust all too well. Stay on track, Buffy. He’s too much of a temptation. You need to distance yourself from him. You decided what you wanted a long time ago; don’t let your lust cause you to stray. The blood of a Slayer is powerful. Powerful enough to draw you back to the lifestyle you’ve been trying to put behind you.” Angel’s concern was clearly defined in his expression.

In an angry whisper, she hissed her response. “Back off, Angel. You are not my Sire or my father, and last I checked I was able to make my own decisions. I won’t lie and say I’m not drawn to him, but I don’t think it’s as simple as blood lust. I haven’t strayed, not once since Dru left, and I have no desire to slip back into that lifestyle. That was my past, and it's not to be discussed in front of Spike or anyone else. Just because your past is public knowledge, doesn’t mean I want mine to be.” A low growl rose within her chest. She knew better to challenge an elder vampire, but her feelings on this topic were far too strong. Grandsire or not, she wasn’t cowering to him.

“You’re telling me that when you do sleep with him you won’t be tempted at all to take his blood? When he’s as vulnerable as a man can be, and completely at your mercy? That hot, powerful, delicious blood racing through his veins. Hell, you might bite him just on instinct, not even meaning to do it. It‘s that powerful a lure. I think you know you’re foolish not to heed my warnings, childe. I suggest you rethink your position on this,” Angel hissed back.

“We’re done here.” Buffy walked past him and slammed her door behind her.


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Rupert Giles had landed in America for what he hoped would be the last time. He disliked all that was America and its people. Their ideas, their lifestyles, and most of all their disrespect. Every child was raised to be freethinking and to make the world a better place. Sickening, he almost gagged. He looked around the airport for a porter. He spotted a simple-minded one in a poorly fitting uniform and beckoned him near.

“Sir? May I take your luggage?” he asked as he stumbled in his rush to assist the well-dressed man, hoping for a decent tip before he got off work in the next hour.

Giles rolled his eyes, but recognized this as a perfect scenario. This buffoon will never ask questions if tipped well. “Yes… Julio. I want you to take my bags and arrange for a large van for me. I have a crate to pick up as well. All will be delivered to this address.” He handed a folded piece of paper to him along with three hundred dollar bills. “I am also looking for a car and driver for a few days. I need someone prompt and discreet. Do you know of anyone?”

Julio quickly wondered if his cousin could get him a town car from the limo service he worked for. “I think I might be able to take care of it for you. Let me make a call. Give me five minutes. I will get your van first.”

Giles nodded and pulled his own mobile phone out, time to let Angelus know he was in town.


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The phone ringing in the office of the Hyperion did nothing to lighten the level of anger coursing through Angel.

Stomping down the stairs, he finally reached the phone, and snatched it from its cradle roughly.

“Angel Investigations, how can I help you?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“Angel, sorry to bother you so late, but I wanted you to know I had arrived in LA. I will be dropping by in a few hours if that fits your schedule. Has my Slayer arrived yet?” Rupert Giles was eager to get William back into his fold.

“Rupert, glad to hear from you. Yes, your Slayer is here. He and Buffy are here at the hotel. I must tell you that they arrived together, and when I say together, I mean together. They seem to have feelings for each other. I can only assume you have issues with this as well.” Angel had originally hoped to convince the Slayer to join his cause, but now, all he wanted was to get him away from Buffy.

“Buffy? Drusilla’s childe?” Giles’ knowledge of the Aurelian clan was very detailed, and aside from Angelus, they were all bloodthirsty killers. “Why?”

“Buffy works for me now, so she isn’t a threat to your Slayer, but he is a threat to her. I want nothing more than to put some space between them. It’s just unnatural.” Angel wasn’t about to reveal his real reason, it was no one’s business but his own for now.

“So you’re saying she’s reformed? Does she have her soul as well?” Giles asked.

“No, she does not, but I don’t want to see her regress to her old ways. The pull of a Slayer’s blood to a vampire is strong, and I don’t know how long she will be able to keep her demon at bay,” he said, remembering his own experience on the topic.

“I suppose you would know,” the tone in his voice darkened.

“Enough talk of the past, Watcher. I have a room made up for you here. How soon should I expect you?” Angel snapped, irritated that he was obligated to offer him a place to stay.

“For now, yes it is, Angelus. The Council has already set up my accommodations, but thank you for the offer. I will meet up with you, let’s say sundown, at your hotel, if that works.” Giles could feel his mood shifting. This will take a little bit more of ‘Ripper’ than I thought to pull it off, and I have no problem with that…

“Fine. Looking forward to meeting with you. I hope you have a plan in the works.”

“I do, don’t worry that big head of yours another second,” Giles prodded.

“Good. Until then.” Angel hung up the phone. He hated Rupert Giles. He had called, only hoping to rub it in his face that the latest Slayer was working with him. Now, he needed him to get that Slayer away from Buffy.


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Giles folded his phone and slipped it into the pocket of his tweed blazer. He hated this look, hated the feel of the confining fabric, but it was needed to pull this off. He needed to look like what a Watcher was supposed to look like. A learned man, eager to train his new Slayer. He shuddered briefly as he saw the porter approaching him with a smile.

“I have your van, which should be arriving on the tarmac now to load your crate, and a car will be waiting out front within the next twenty minutes. If you don’t mind, I would like to be your driver.” Julio had secured the car easily enough, and had cash to give his cousin for the favor. He hoped that the man didn’t have any issues with him being his driver, or that he didn’t see the dollar signs dancing in his eyes.

“Not at all, boy. I will pay you cash at the end of each day, but you and the car will be available to me at all times. I expect you to speak only when spoken to, and I demand your discretion when it comes to any and all of my business dealings. Shall we say another three hundred a day?” Giles knew this was more money than this dullard made in a week.

Julio smiled and bowed comically, “At your service, sir.”

“Call me Mr. Giles. Now, lead me to the car.”

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Spike opened the shared door to Buffy’s room to find she hadn’t taken a shower yet. She was sitting on the small sofa, irritation oozing from every pore.

“What happened?” he said as he quickly found his way to her side.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” she said, forcing a smile to her face. “Just, Angel seems to forget that I’m a big girl now.”

“You sure you don’t want to talk about it? I’m a good listener,” he offered.

“No. I’m ok, really. I didn’t get any books for us to look through though, do you mind just watching a bit of TV as we fall asleep?” Buffy grabbed the remote and walked over to the bed.

“Are you sure, you want me to … sleep… with you? I mean, if Angel’s got some issues with me…”

Buffy patted the bed, “His issues are with me, not you. And I am a big girl. Now, if you get over here now, I might even let you have the remote.”

At that very moment, Spike knew he would never be able to tell her no. He accepted her invitation, and soon they were snuggled together as the blue flicker of the television lulled them into a peaceful sleep.

Chapter 11



Giles had arrived at what Ethan had explained was a safe house. The four-story row house stood majestically in an upcoming neighborhood about eight blocks from the Hyperion. The Council had purchased the building and had spared no expense renovating it to meet their needs.

The van had been instructed to back into the alley, and unload the crate onto the service elevator at the rear of the building.

Julio parked the Lincoln in front of the building as instructed and quickly got out of the car to assist Mr. Giles with his bags.

Rupert Giles entered the foyer of the distinctively Victorian residence. The thick, burgundy crushed velvet drapes covered the tall windows and pooled elegantly on the highly polished mahogany floors. The front rooms were hidden behind massive pocket doors, but when opened, revealed a well-stocked library off to the right, and a parlor with elaborately painted murals off to left. Intricately carved wooden panels adorned the curved staircase that wove itself up to the upper levels. It reminded him of his own home back in London; even the silk wallpaper in the front hall was similar to what was hung in his own house. Must remember to commend Ethan on his selections.

Julio was standing quietly behind Giles, awed by the elegance of the interior of the house. He wondered what Mr. Giles did for a living, since obviously he had an abundance of funds.

“Julio, please take my bags up to the first floor and leave them in the hall. I’m not sure which bedroom I will be using yet. After that,” Giles paused while he withdrew his wallet from the inside pocket of his jacket and withdrew several twenty dollar bills. He handed them to Julio, “Go get something for me to eat. No fast food. A nice cut of steak – rare, potato, salad, bread, do you understand? You should have enough to get yourself something too.”

It was late, and Julio wasn’t sure where to go to get this meal for his new employer, but he had a feeling Giles didn’t want to hear that. He figured that money talks, and he had certainly given him enough cash to persuade someone to cook this meal for him.

“Yes, sir. I will be back as soon as possible,” and after shoving the cash into his pocket, started up the stairs with the suitcases.

“And Julio, park in the alley when you return. There is an entrance at the rear of the building for deliveries. Ring the bell and I or my associate will let you in.” With that, Giles walked off. He needed to put the kettle on, and check on his crate.

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The service elevator was lowered with the lever on the wall next to the large metal door in the basement. Giles had waited until the van had left before he lowered the elevator, keeping his business as private as possible.

Stepping out onto the platform, he used the pry bar he had picked up off the workbench, and began to lift the crate’s front panel. Once it was loose, he lifted it off, allowing the moonlight to illuminate its contents.

Giles stood back as a man-shaped form rose from the box, and stood beside him. “How was your trip?” Giles asked.

“Bumpy, old man. Now, you going to invite me in?”

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Rupert Giles was pleased with his plan so far. Everything was working out as he had hoped; now hopefully this Buffy wouldn’t be a problem. He ate his dinner in the dining room at one end of a long table, and his guest at the other end. The kitchen had been stocked in advance of his arrival, blood in the freezer for his companion, twenty-year scotch in the cabinet for him.

Julio had found a restaurant a few blocks away and had found it easy to get a dinner made when the green was flashed. He even had enough to get two dinners made; the only unfortunate part was that he was not invited inside to eat. Julio was told to wait in the car, as Giles would need his services in a few hours, and he wanted him ready.

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Giles arrived at the Hyperion right on time and ordered Julio to circle the block until he was ready to leave.

Angel had been waiting, hoping to have a word with the Watcher before he had a chance to speak directly with the Slayer. As the hired car pulled up, Angel watched as the Watcher stepped out and approached the entrance of his hotel. Angel walked out to meet him, wanting this conversation to take place in the atrium, away from the eyes and ears of all hotel residents.

Giles found himself face to face with the hulking vampire, with an obvious chip on his shoulder. “Angel, I presume?” and held out his hand.

Angel refused to offer his hand, uninterested in shaking his hand. Instead he crossed his arms over his chest. “Giles. There’s a few things I want to get straight with you before you speak with Spike and Buffy.”

“I have no need to speak with your soul-protégé, Angel. I’ve come for my Slayer, and then I will be on my way.” Giles’ face was devoid of emotion, but his tone spoke volumes.

Angel chuckled at Giles’ ignorance. “I would like nothing more than for you to take this distraction away from Buffy, but I think you have fooled yourself if you think you can stroll in here and convince Spike to walk away from his life and return to England with you.”

“Let me do my job, and you’ll have no trouble from me. However, try to influence my Slayer, or have your vamp ward influence him to deny his calling, and you will find I’m not always this composed. Now, I came for my Slayer. What was it you wanted to say?” Giles sucked in air through gritted teeth, puffing up his chest.

“I just want you to watch what you say around Buffy. She has a mission of her own and I don’t want you using your influence to threaten her destiny. This Slayer of yours is quite smitten with Buffy, and I’m not happy about this unnatural relationship anymore than you, but I won't have you dragging her back with you just so you get your boy to follow. If you were smart, you’d be wise to plan on staying here and taking it slow with him. I’m very concerned about this relationship between him and Buffy, and I’m open to hearing any plan you may have on separating them.” Angel’s face reflected the concern in his voice.

A grin slowly spread across Rupert Giles’ face as he realized that his plan might work better than he'd hoped. “If you’re done, let’s start this meeting.”

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Spike awoke to a light rapping on the door, and Cordy whispering, “Hey, guys? We’ve got company, if you could come downstairs.”

He gently rocked Buffy’s shoulder as he delivered gentle words in her ear, “Are you awake, pet? Cordy’s at your door and wants us to come downstairs. Seems like our company has arrived.” Spike's mind and heart were racing that he was about to meet his very own Watcher, something he never thought he'd get to have. He was excited at the prospect, but also very nervous.

Buffy stretched, then answered Cordelia. “Thanks, Cordelia. Give us a few minutes and we’ll be right down.” She listened to Cordy walk away before she rolled over and kissed her Slayer. My Slayer. That does have a nice ring to it.

Spike leaned into her kiss, gently pressing her back onto the mattress, covering her body with his own. Buffy moaned into his mouth as she hooked one leg behind his back, bringing him closer to her. Spike’s body responded, causing him to deepen his kisses. As he pulled up for air, he realized that their make out sessions were becoming more heated each time. This isn’t the time or the place. Now I need to calm down before I attempt to go meet the Watcher. Sitting up, he noticed the pout on Buffy’s face. “Come on, kitten. We can play later.”

Buffy scooted up behind him, cuddling him close. An erotic purr erupted from within her chest as she slid off the bed. “I definitely want to play later,” she said as she walked into her bathroom to get herself presentable.

Did she just purr? Spike’s body shivered in delight. Kitten was now her official nickname.

Spike walked back to his room to change. As much as he wanted to stay here with Buffy, he wanted to meet his Watcher. Today was special. Everything was about to change.

Chapter 12


Rupert Giles sat on the threadbare couch in the lobby of the Hyperion, trying to keep his mind on the task at hand. Picking lint off the knee of his perfectly pressed trousers, he reminded himself that this was a scouting mission. He needed to meet this boy, feel him out for weaknesses, and then attack. The simplicity of his plan turned the corners of his lips upward. This was the easy part. Quick in and out. Let the boy feel wanted, needed, offer him security and he should follow me to the end of the world… which has been the plan since his conception.

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Spike and Buffy descended the stairs together, hand in hand, leaving no doubt to anyone that they were a united front.

Spike’s eyes searched the lobby the second it was in view, wanting to see this Watcher. Someone who had traveled across an ocean to see him, someone who wanted him, someone who would tell him he was a part of something larger. His first impression was that the man looked like a stuffy librarian. How can someone who looks so meek and nerdy be a leader?

Cordelia had entered the lobby carrying a tray with tea and pastries. “There you two are. Glad to see you could join us,” she said sarcastically. She sat opposite Giles and poured him a cup of tea, inquiring if he wanted milk or sugar. She then offered him a donut, which he graciously refused.

Angel followed Cordelia into the room. He had excused himself earlier after seating Giles, telling his guest that he wanted to turn the answering machine on so that they wouldn’t be disturbed. What he actually did was get a small digital recorder from his desk and as he entered the lobby, he cleverly placed it on the narrow table behind the sofa. Angel suspected that Giles would at some point ask to speak with Spike alone and he wanted to make sure he didn’t miss of any part of conversation.

Angel took a seat next to Cordelia, ensuring that Spike would have to sit next to Giles, close to the recorder. He felt bad listening in on private conversations, but he thought it was in everyone’s best interest.

Spike took the seat Angel had left for him, and Buffy sat on the arm of the couch with her arm around him. Spike offered his hand to Giles. “Mr. Giles, I’m happy to meet you. I know you’ve met Angel and Cordelia, and this is Buffy. She’s my… g-girlfriend.” Spike stuttered but relaxed when he looked up to Buffy’s warm gaze, verifying that his label fit.

“Hi, nice to meet you, Mr. Giles.” Buffy nodded with her greeting, and began rubbing her boyfriend’s back, helping him to relax.

Angel watched the sickeningly sweet interaction in front of him, trying to maintain his composure and not show his irritation. “Mr. Giles, why don’t you start off by telling us what you have in mind for Spike here, maybe even shed some light on how he came to be a Slayer and how you lost track of him. I’ve read through countless Watcher’s journals and not one time has there ever been a male Slayer, nor has there been one that was lost track of. Spike was able to close a Hellmouth right under your nose, and leave the country without your Council’s knowledge? The demon population certainly wasn’t hiding him. Sounds to me like your Council didn’t do their homework.”

Buffy, Spike, and Cordelia stared at him with their mouths agape. They were all shocked by the position he took as well as the words he chose.

Giles felt his blood begin to boil as the arrogant vampire aired his opinions. He will pay for that… I have every confidence that he will rue the day he spoke to me that way. Face flushed, Giles carefully responded. “Angel, we at the Watcher’s Council will be forever indebted to you for finding our missing Slayer. As far as we knew, he’d been adopted. We had been aware of his existence for some time, and when the unfortunate incident happened at the orphanage, we were told that he had simply run away. We assumed he had found work or a family to take him in. We know now he was going by a different name. I can see why you would think we should have researched his disappearance more, no offense taken. As you know, when the last Slayer expired, with no one to fill her shoes, the Watchers themselves attempted to fight the cause.” Giles paused, forcing himself to look sad, even digging out his handkerchief for effect. Once he was convinced that Spike believed his grief, he continued. “As far as him being male, it was foretold in an ancient prophecy that a male Slayer would be born, stronger than all in his line before him. We thought the orphanage was the safest place for him to grow up. I suppose in hindsight, we were wrong. Please forgive us, William. We only did what we thought was best. We are only human.” Giles turned it up a notch, forcing a tear to fall as he reached for the boy’s hand. “We needed you to be safe, we had no idea that you would be attacked by vampires.” Giles made sure to hiss out the word, wanting to remind Spike who he was keeping company with.

Spike pulled his hand away, “You knew about me the whole time I was in the orphanage? And left me there?” The hurt on Spike’s face let them all know without hearing any of his childhood stories that he had led anything but a happy life. He was crushed, utterly deflated. He had worked up this moment in his mind, almost like being adopted, or meeting his own father. “And what is it you think you have to offer me.” Spike was almost ready to walk away, but his curiosity kept him seated.

“I’ve come to offer you training, guidance, access to resources all previous Slayers have had. I can offer you a home and security. I hardly think, that the Chosen One should be keeping company with demons. Without the guidance of a watcher, you seem to have lost your way. You have such undiscovered greatness that would surely be lost should you decide to turn your back on your calling.” Giles knew he was losing ground, but he tried to appeal to the boy. He was leaning forward, looking rather desperate to gain the Slayer’s trust.

Angel and Cordelia had silently watched as the Watcher stuck his foot in his mouth. Cordelia cleared her throat and then jabbed her elbow into Angel’s ribs. “Aren’t you going to do something?” Cordy whispered to him.

Angel stood, giving Buffy and Spike a nod. “Mr. Giles, I think you’ve worn out your welcome. I’m sure if Spike wishes to take you up on your generous offer, he will find a way to reach you.”

Spike went to stand at Angel's side, with Buffy in tow. He was struggling to get his emotions in check, and sound as mature as possible when he spoke. He was profoundly sad and disillusioned that this hadn't worked out the way he'd dreamt. “I have no desire to continue this conversation now, or anytime in the future. It’s very unfortunate to me that what appears to have been a strong foundation for previous Slayers, is now a club of stagnant old world wannabe Watchers. It seems to me, that without a Slayer, your Council fails to exist. You came here, hoping to woo me into your fold, only to insult the very people who tried to keep your club afloat. I think Angel is right. It’s time for you to leave.”

Giles rose from his seat on the couch, defeated and angry. I’m sure that whore of a vampire he’s obviously been sleeping with has twisted his mind. She had better look over her shoulder from now on. He will return with me, and she is powerless to stop me. It has been prophesized. “Well, then. I see where your loyalties lie. Quite sad, really. Here I was, thinking you were to be the greatest Slayer of all time, only to find that you have taken up with the enemy.” He turned and walked towards the exit, uttering a jolly, “Good day to you all,” and walked away.

Spike sunk back down onto the couch, hardly believing what had just happened. He needed to be alone. He wanted to go through the morning’s events and make sure he’d made the right decision.

“Spike? Are you ok?” Buffy asked as she sat next to him. “I’m so sorry this happened. Is there anything I can do?”

“I’m going for a walk. I’ll be back around sundown. I’m sorry too, but I just need to be alone right now.” Spike walked to the same exit, hoping Giles had already gone, and left.

Buffy knew she couldn’t go after him. It was daylight. “Angel? What can I do? I can’t bear to see him so upset. What will happen to him without a Watcher?”

Angel and Cordy sat back down with her. “Let him go. He just needs some time alone to process everything. He’ll be back. I can see it in his eyes when he looks at you. You are his rock. Trust me, woman’s intuition.” Cordelia assured her, “But for now, get some rest. I would imagine you’re tired, this being the time you usually sleep. I can run you a bath to help you relax.”

Angel just watched as Cordy walked up the stairs with his grandchilde. Looks like Spike made the right choice. Nice to see he has a good head on his shoulders, but I think he may have just put himself and Buffy in danger. He had calls to make. He needed to find out everything he could about Rupert Giles, the Watchers Council, and this prophesy he’d mentioned.

Chapter 13


Spike stepped outside the Hyperion to see Rupert Giles get into the back seat of a highly polished black Lincoln town car. As soon as the car door shut, it pulled away from the curb and drove down the street.

I wonder if I could follow him on foot... Spike quickly memorized the tag number on the car, and followed it a few blocks down the street, losing it as it sped up through and intersection. Damn! Running the tag number in his head he just continued his walk. Spike’s mood dipped even more after he lost sight of the car.

Spike walked aimlessly through the streets for the next hour, going over the meeting in his head. The emotions tugged at his heart, which angered him. How could he have been so excited? He had been foolish to think that someone would want him, for anything. No one wanted him growing up, why would he think there would be a difference now? Except Buffy… at least, for now.

The license plate number was now engraved in his memory, unsure about who would be able to help him with it, but still, it was a crumb. The streets were busy and loud, very different from what he was used to in England, and even Sunnydale. The noise made it hard for him to concentrate and his thoughts began to wander. As much as he wanted to wallow in his own self-pity, his mind returned to Buffy.

Remembering how he felt when she was near, the look in her eyes when they were together, and the feel of her body laying next to his. His pace back to the hotel quickened as he remembered how he’d just walked out after the confrontation with Mr. Giles.

He burst through the front doors of the Hyperion, to find Angel and Cordelia behind the counter working.

“Sorry for walking out like that, I just needed some air,” he said as he visually searched the room for Buffy.

Cordelia was sitting behind her computer with Angel reading over her shoulder. “She’s taking a nap right now, Spike. Don’t worry. She understood. We’ve been doing some research on the Watchers’ Council while you were out. Why don’t you come around the counter and take a look at what we’ve found so far. You can help if you’d like.” Cordelia pointed to the part of the counter that lifts up to allow him access.

“We’ve found a few disturbing facts about Rupert Giles, unfortunately, since you’ve been gone. I really wish I had thought to do this before I called him. I’m sorry, Spike. I had no idea he would have reacted like that.” Angel realized he was starting to sound like he actually cared about what Spike thought, and quickly became silent. I still want him gone, and far away from Buffy.

Spike made his way back to Angel and Cordelia. “I followed his car for a few blocks, but I lost him. I did manage to get the license plate number if that helps at all.” Spike pulled a chair over to Cordelia’s desk.

“Good work, Spike. Here. Write it down. I have a connection at the local police precinct. Maybe locating the car’s owner will help us put this puzzle together.” Angel tossed a notepad and pen over to Spike.

Spike took the pad and scribbled the number down and handed it back to Angel. “I want to thank you both for everything. I know you meant well, contacting the Watchers Council for me. I hadn’t even known about Watchers until I met Buffy.” At the mention of her name, he instantly longed for her. What is it about her? I don’t understand these feelings. It’s more than emotions, it’s almost like she’s part of me.

Angel saw the concentrated, dreamy look come across Spike’s face. Fighting his desire to slap it off, he chose to look away. This isn’t the time or place. I need to keep him and Buffy here for now. Need to keep an eye on them both until I know what Rupert’s planning, or that he has gone back to England. “Buffy is special, and I know that better than anyone. Why don’t you go check on her, get some rest too. I’m sure with everything that’s happened, you are probably exhausted yourself. Cordy and I can work on this for now.”

Spike stood quickly, nearly knocking the chair over in his in his eagerness to see Buffy. “Thanks, you two. For everything, really,” and he made his way towards the stairs.

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Buffy was just stepping out of the tub when she felt his presence nearby. She quickly grabbed, her robe from the hook on the back of the bathroom door and wrapped it around herself, then rushed into her bedroom. She saw the door opening and ran to him, throwing her water-beaded body around him, catching him off guard.

“Buffy, I take it you aren’t mad at me?” Spike asked as he held her close. Her freshly washed scent was overwhelming, and the robe slipping off her damp shoulder was simply intoxicating.

“Mad? You’re kidding, right? Why would I be mad?” She was clinging to him, covering his neck with kisses. She finally stepped back, straightened her robe and asked again. “What on earth would make you think I was mad?”

Spike already missed the closeness of her body as he looked to the floor. He was embarrassed by his prior actions and felt the need to apologize. “I shouldn’t have run out on you. I forgot you couldn’t follow me till I had already walked blocks. It was rude, and I’m very sorry.” He had started to wiggle his boot into the carpet pile, giving him something other than Buffy to look at while he waited for her response.

Buffy took his hand and led him to the edge of her bed. “Sit down, Spike. I need to tell you something very important, and I want you to promise me you will never forget it.”

Spike sat on the bed, looking like a scolded child as the petite vampire spoke to him. "Look at me, please." She gently touched his face until he raised his eyes to hers again. “I know you were disappointed in Mr. Giles. We all were. I saw you were hurt, and I realize you just needed to be alone for a while, so you could work through things. There’s nothing rude about that. But I want you to know, if there’s ever a time that you need me, or just want me there, I will be.” Buffy reached for his hand, which he took and pulled her playfully into his lap.

“Thank you, Buffy. I don’t think anyone has ever said that to me, let alone meant it.” Spike kissed her gently, his hand resting on her cheek. She returned his kiss, allowing it to deepen as she felt his hand slip from her face, to her chest, and under her robe.

Buffy knew it wasn't time for them to take their relationship to a new level yet, but she couldn't seem to actually find the words or will to stop. He needed her, and she needed him too.

His warm hands shook as he nervously began to explore her body for the first time. As he reached his destination, his hand cupped her still damp breast, a hardened nipple tickled his palm. As he gently squeezed, a soft moan escaped her lips and her back arched, pressing her body into his touch.

A knock at the door brought them quickly back to reality as Buffy refastened her robe and walked to the door.

“Yes?” Buffy called to the intruder.

A timid Fred answered quickly, knowing she was probably interrupting something. “Um, Buffy, Angel asked me to come and get you guys. Seems like he’s found some new disturbing information about Mr. Giles.”

Buffy turned to Spike who fidgeted and covered his lap with a bed pillow.

“We’ll be right down, Fred.” Buffy saw his predicament, stifled a giggle and said. , “I know you are eager to find out what Angel’s discovered, but give me a minute so we can go together, ok?”

He nodded, thankful that she didn’t want to rush downstairs immediately. “That’s fine. I need to know everything about that man. I can’t help but think he’s a threat to more than just me.”

Buffy quickly got dressed and pulled her still damp hair into a loose bun, and then the two went to find some answers.

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Rupert Giles was angry. He found Julio almost immediately and flagged him down to stop. As he slid into the back seat of the car, he instructed Julio to take him back to his brownstone.

He'd anticipated that Buffy, even Angel, might prove to be a problem, but he had underestimated the boy. Giles had assumed that he would be easily swayed to accompany him back to England and begin his training under the Council’s watchful eye. Only now it seemed that Spike had taken up with the enemy, and his view on his calling had become quite blurred. Perhaps my traveling companion will be of more use than I thought. Giles’ traveling companion was originally intended to be bait, not expected to return back to the motherland, but to stay in America as a pile of dust. Only now, a light bulb fired within his brain. As Julio pulled the car along the curb, Giles’ had already figured his next plan of attack.

Julio Reyes knew from the moment he’d met Rupert Giles that he was a man used to getting his way. Even though he had yet to see the consequences of a man daring to cross Giles' path, he had a feeling someone from that hotel was in danger of finding out.

Giles entered the large brownstone and tossed his overcoat onto the newel post as he rushed to the lower level of the house.

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He was sleeping in the finished area of the basement, when he heard the heavy footsteps of Mr. Giles quickly descending the stairs. He stretched and tried to wake up before the old man started barking out his latest commands to him. Life was so much easier before I was turned. Sure, I was bossed around, but Rupert acts as if he owns me! Some day soon, I’ll show him…

“Boy! Wake up! There are some things we must go over regarding William before nightfall,” Giles ordered as he pushed open his guest’s door without even a knock.

“I’m up! I don’t know how you expect me to do anything without ever letting me sleep. Now, I’m awake. What is the crisis?” The boy stretched more as he stood up, .

“Tonight you will make yourself known. But don’t speak to him just yet. Do you understand? I want you seen and not heard. I’m sure he and his vampire consort will be patrolling somewhere and I want you to follow them, listen to them, and once they have seen you, return to me. I trust you will be clever enough to evade them, without leading them back here, if they try pursuing you. I will expect a full report on anything and everything you see and hear.” Giles stood looking at the half-awake male in front of him, unsure if he understood him or not. This was extremely important, and he needed to make sure this undead teen didn’t mess things up for him. “Wesley! Do you understand me, or not!?”

Wesley glared at his benefactor. “I hear you loud and clear, Master.”