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Chapter Three ~ She’s a Lady

“ She’s all you’d ever want.
She’s the kind you like to flaunt and take to dinner.
Well, she always knows her place.
She’s got style. She’s got grace. She’s a winner.
She’s a lady, oh, She’s a lady…”

~ Tom Jones


Eros watched with fascination as the boy’s heartlight sparked up.

*Hark! She approacheth…*

He thought with amusement. He turned to see the lady that had this young vampire so besotted. Pretty little thing, certainly. She had a radiance about her, a strength and passion. He could appreciate that. He stepped closer for a better look and his eyes flew wide with recognition. There was only one being on Earth that carried that signature heartlight – a fast burning firestorm that would incinerate anything in its path. The Slayer. He began laughing once again, his luminous wings fluttering in merriment. It took him three full minutes to stop.

*Oh, this is too good! A vampire in love with a slayer… *

He had to contain himself before he started giggling all over again. Talk about a challenge. This was going to be a touch more difficult than he first thought.

Excellent.

He was going to enjoy this to the fullest. This was turning into the best day he’d had in decades.


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He decided to follow the odd pair out on their evening duties. He was observing professionally of course, but part of him was terribly curious to see an actual Slayer in action. The Slayer line was legendary, even among the gods. The First Slayer had been brought into being thousands of years before even his own time. It was certain to be something extraordinary.

Spike and Buffy hit Restfield first. The moon’s blue glow cast deep shadows among the tombstones and statuary. Buffy kept Mr. Pointy at hand, lest some nasty leap unexpectedly from the gloom. Or just in case Spike got anymore mouthy and irritating.

* Y’know – either way.*

She thought casually. She knew she wasn’t supposed to stake him, cause chip = harmless. But what if it was “accidental”? Would anyone actually miss him? She watched him swagger on ahead, smoking like a chimney all the way. Buffy rolled her eyes and sighed. She knew she wouldn’t. He’d been nothing but a pain in her ass since the day they met. Constantly making messes for her to clean up, one way or another. People to save, Apocalypses to avoid. And now that he was chipped, he didn’t even qualify as an enemy, but he still managed to make life messy (not to mention annoying) for her. At least back then he could be counted on for a good fight. She’d loved fighting him actually.

* “ I’d rather be fighting you anyway.”
“ Mutual.” *

Buffy smiled at the memory. Ah, the bad old days. She couldn’t believe she was feeling nostalgic for evil-Spike. But chipped-Spike was like a pit bull with his teeth removed, all bark and no bite. And the way he was scampering around all helpful and eager…God, pathetic much? It was just sad. Maybe she should just stake him and put him out of his misery…

“Oi, Slayer!”

Spike’s call pulled her away from her thoughts. She palmed her stake and prepared for a brawl, smiling.

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*Well this is interesting.*

Eros thought, musing. It appeared the vampire’s beloved was not attracted to him. At all. She’d done nothing but ignore his attempts to make small talk, pull away from his slightest touch and had even gone so far as to put as much physical distance as possible between them. Hmmm…it’d been awhile since he’d watch the courtship dance, but this did not seem to bode well for the boy. Unless she was like those French girls; yes means no, no means yes – and the pouting? But no, she didn’t seem the type. Far too straightforward to play at being coy.

*A woman of action.*

He observed, as she sent a vampire flying across the graveyard. It was a shame Ares couldn’t be here to see this. He always appreciated a good roundhouse kick to the skull. He’d have to tell him about the Slayer later, the war god would certainly appreciate her considerable fighting skills.

Buffy was battling a fat, sloppy vamp wearing a flannel shirt with cut off sleeves and ratty camouflage shorts. She sent a solid left to his jaw, and watched his head snap back with satisfaction.

“Now, I realize that you’re a guy.” Smack. “ And also undead.” Wallop. “ But didn’t anyone ever tell you…” Kick. Kick. “ That plaids do not …” Right hook. “ Go with patterns?”

Knee plant. Stake. Dust.

Buffy sighed dramatically, and got up shaking vamp ash from her clothes.

“ Boys.”

Spike wiped the remains of two fledglings from his hands and smirked appreciatively.

“ I’m a right snappy dresser.”

Buffy rolled her eyes at him, a slight smile touching the corner of her mouth.

“ I’m not even gonna dignify that with a response.”

Eros watched them banter comfortably as they moved on to the next cemetery on their route.

*Well, that’s something then.*

At least they could trade jibes. There was camaraderie there. The Slayer seemed to accept him as an equal during fighting as well. Not a whiff of soul on the boy and there he was helping her. Love was truly a miraculous thing. He tapped into the vampires’ heartlight again, warming himself against the blaze. The boy almost had enough for the both of them. Now all he needed was just a spark from her. He looked at the mismatched pair before him and sighed.

*This might take awhile…*





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