It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, the movement of her hair as it sailed through the air, the grace of her landing when coming out of a roundhouse kick, and merely the fluidity of her movements, had him mesmerized. Then it hit him. His destiny. “Thanks Dru” he said quietly so that neither the Slayer nor the seven vamps she was fighting could hear him, as he just sat and watched her finish her dance of death.
Three weeks earlier
Dru was in one of her moods again, as soon as the sun had set, she had started to wine to him about some gibberish the stars had told her. “But my Spike, Miss Edith says that this must be, she howls “my Spike”, she screams, “the sun, ooohhhhh” she moaned tugging at her hair “the sun! It burns! It burns!” she was screaming now, at the top of her lungs, she was screaming, clawing at her face, when suddenly, she became completely still, standing as immobile and strait as a statue, “ but not you, the sun does not burn you.” And she cocked her head to the side, as though to see him better. “You will go, my Spike, the stars say that you will leave. And the sun shall shine upon you; you will bathe and glisten in its glory, never to burn, even when your elders crumble.” Again she started to whine, tears welling up in her eyes. “You will become a guardian of light” she spat at him “you will leave all that is unholy, and you will make love to heaven.” Throughout all of this Spike had stayed silent, she had never spoken to him like this, out of all time serving Drusilla, she had never been this calm, cool, and collected, in short, Spike was a little freaked. He tried to make sense of what she was saying. “What do you mean ‘I will become a guardian of light’?” As soon as Spike said the words, Dru attacked, swiping at him with her razor sharp nails, trying to dig out his eyes. But once again, she stopped abruptly, and turned her head as though listening to something. She then turned her head to stair him right in the eye. “You must leave now” she said as though in a trance. “You will go to L.A.; you will find your destiny there.” She said cryptically, before turning, and walking away from him.
She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, with her long blond hair, that would dance in the moon light, hazel green eyes, that would come alight with fire when she was angry, and her body, perfect, that was the best way to describe it, absolutely perfect. Dru had been right; he had found his destiny, his mate, even if she didn’t know it yet.
There was something seriously wrong with her.
Every night for the past week she had had the feeling of someone following her, that wasn’t the weird part; she always had someone following her.
No, what was weird was that it never showed its self, if it were a demon it would have come at her by now, if it were a vamp it would have at least made some lame attempt to lewer her away or trap her, and it definitely wasn’t human, her senses told her that much.
As she was walking through her last cemetery of the night, thinking of who or what it could be, she could feel a, now familiar, pair of eyes on her.
She stopped walking but kept her head down, so that it looked like she had just stopped to think, when really, she was honing her senses to focus in on the figure that had been following her all week.
Spike had seen her stop as she got closer to the tree that he was sitting in, he was usually more careful than this, never letting her fully sense him, but this time he wasn’t playing on the safe side, he wanted to watch her for more than an hour at a time, repercussions be dammed.
She had him. Forth branch up in the big oak to her left.
Spike saw her stiffen for a moment before her head shot up, and she looked directly at him, “Oh shit” he said, eyes widening when he relished that he’d been caught.
“Ya, oh shit” she said, squaring her shoulders and putting her hands on her hips, knowing that he could hear her.
“Well?” she said expectantly.
“Oh, right” he smiled sheepishly from his perch, before jumping and landing ten feet in front of her.
Buffy’s breath caught in her throat when he stood to his full height, from his crouched position and she could clearly see the toned muscle through his tight black jeans, and black T-shirt. He was also wearing a loose red button down dress shirt over it, topped off with a full-length black leather jacket.
‘Oh, look at those eyes, like they can see right through you, oh, and those cheek bones, I wonder what it would feel like to run my fingers through his hair.’ Buffy tried to blink the unbidden thoughts from her mind. ‘No! Bad Buffy! No thinking of licking the passably sinister vamp!’
“Hay luv” he said, looking down at the ground in a shy manner.
‘Oh my God, that accent, he has an accent, yep definitely the hottest guy I have ever met.’ Buffy took a deep breath to try and calm her nerves.
“Ok, um, hi um, first off, who are you and why have you been following me?” she asked proud that she hadn’t made a complete fool of herself.
“Oh right, uh, the names Spike” he said fidgeting with something in his pocket, ‘way to go you bloody wanker, can you sound like an even bigger pounce?’ Buffy could see him fighting, and noticed that she was doing the same; she heaved a great sigh before walking past him, gently brushing his shoulder as she did.
Spike automatically turned and fell in to step beside her, as she walked through the cemetery.
“So? What’s your story Spike?” she asked casually as they walked. Spike just shrugged, “What do you want to know luv?” “Well, why don’t you start by telling me why you were following me?” she answered cheekily, sending him a lopsided grin.
Spike chuckled “well pet, before I came here, I was down in Europe. My sire had a vision; she gets them sometimes, but there never very clear. She kept goin’ on an’ on, about how, I had to find my destiny, that it was here in L.A., become the guardian of light, whatever the hell that means, so anyway, poof, here I am, but, I have no clue what I’m doing here, or what I’m lookin’ for, an so I just start walken’, I walked for three bloody hours! Strait! Can you believe that? Should have stolen a bloody car, now that I think of it, bloody nit-wit I am.” Buffy gave him a lop sided grin for his comment, which, helped him loosen up.
“Anyway I go walken’ past one of the local cemeteries, you know, the one over on Harwood street?” she nodded, this had to be the weirdest conversation that she had ever had, here she was, the Slayer, walking through the graveyard, with a Master Vampire by the sounds of it, chatting like old friends, but the weirdest part was that she felt completely come and, get this, safe, with this vampire, there was just something different about him…
“Anyway, that’s when I saw you, you were just incredible luv, the way you fight, ‘s like poetry, just absolutely beautiful, one of the best fighters ’ve ever seen.
’d love to fight you one of these days, be nice to finally have a challenge, it been a while.”
He drifted off as thought remembering that last true battle.
“Really? You think you could take me?” she asked sassily, knowing that Spike would rise to the challenge.
“Any time lil’ miss, you may even learn a thing or two” he said goading her on, he tried to stop the smile that was spreading over his feachers, but lost miserably when the grin spread from ear to ear.
“ Oh, your mister funny guy now hu? Well, come on then, let’s see if you’re half as good as you think you are.”
He wasn’t half as good, he was better. He hadn’t been lying when he said that it would be a challenge, he was strong where she was weak, and vice versa, for every punch he threw, she would kick him right back, they were perfectly matched in every way, even when it came down to the verbal sparring, trying to egg the other on so that they would make a mistake. But neither did, it was fast, yet smooth and graceful, as though rehearsed a thousand times before.
They didn’t fight as though merely vampire and slayer, they fought as equals, each one matching the other in strength and skill.
Buffy finally ended the fight when she leaped onto his shoulders, pushing him to the ground, and straddling his waist.
“I win” she said in a slightly teasing tone.
“Oh really? And how do you figure that pet?” he asked, a smug grin on his face, Buffy thought that he was smiling because he didn’t believe her, when really; he was just enjoying their current position.
“Because, if I were holding a stake right now, you’d be dust” she said triumphantly.
Spike moaned, let his head fall back, and then stopped moving altogether. Buffy found it slightly unnerving when he stopped breathing, he looked truly dead, “Spike?” she said, shoving him a little, “Spike…” she bent down to whisper in his ear.
She knew that she was giving him free accesses to her throat, but as she bent closer to his ear, she was also pressing certain parts of her body more firmly against him.
“Spike…what are you doing?” she whispered sensuously against his neck.
Spike couldn’t help the shudder that ran thru his body, at the feel of her breath against his skin.
He didn’t have to raise his head to whisper in her ear, as well, “You won, remember, you staked me” as he said the last part, he put his hand on her ass and ground his erection into her pelvis more firmly, creating a sweet friction.
“But I wonder…who will get staked in the end?” Buffy gasped at the feel of him, this was so weird, so different than anything she had ever experienced; she had never felt like this before. Never.
Sure, she had gone out with boys before, but there always seemed to be something missing, they never made her feel like this. Spike groaned in disappointment, when she lifted herself off of him a little, but then moaned in pleasure when she started to grind her hips down on him a little harder.
Feeling a sudden wave of confidence she leaned down to his ear again and sucked his earlobe into her hot mouth, feeling him shudder underneath her, she smiled before saying ever so quietly “probably me, but only if your man enough”.
Spike gave a fierce growl before he flipped her onto her back “Was that a challenge?” he asked dangerously, his eyes flashing.
Buffy looked up at him smiling, and Spike felt his heart melt for the girl under him, “It can be whatever you want, Spikey” she said with an even wider smile.
Spike roared again and started to lunge at her, as thought he was going to bite her, but, just inches away from her face he stops “I accept your challenge Slayer, we’ll see who’s man enough” and with that said, he covered the last few inches, but instead of going for her neck, he went for her mouth.
“Oh, and don’t call me Spikey” he finished right before taking the plunge to her lips.
It was exploding fireworks, birds singing, candy, rainbows and sunshine. In short, it was terrifying.
This wasn’t supposed to happen, they were supposed to be enemies, not lovers. They were supposed to kill each other, not kiss each other.
Buffy couldn’t quite wrap her head around what was happening to her; she was flying, floating, and completely on fire.
She never wanted this to end; she never would have even dreamed that such a level of passion could be elected by just one kiss.
Spike was lost, drowning, and completely on fire. In all his one hundred and twenty-two years of living he had never felt anything like this, nothing like this. ‘That’s because, you wanker, this time, for the first time, your with the one you’re supposed to be with, this is your MATE!’ his demon yelled at him.
“Spike?” Buffy asked breathlessly. When they finally came up for air.
“Ya, luv?” Spike was panting too, even thou there was no need, to him; it still felt like he was at a loss for air.
“You’re a vampire, right?” Spike turned his head to look at her like she had two heads.
“Are you feelin’ alright, slayer?”
“Ya, just wondering…if you’re a vampire…and, I’m the Slayer, then…what are we doing?” she asked looking nervous, as thou bringing up those facts would make him get up and run.
Spike got up off the ground and gave her a hand up, “We, luv, are going on a date.”
This time it was Buffy’s turn to look at him like he had two heads.
Seeing the look she was giving him, he had to laugh again, Buffy smiled at the sound of his laughter.
As they started walking back to the entrance of the cemetery, he started to speak again. “I’ve figured out what my sire saw in that vision of hers. And so, sweet-cheeks, we are going on a date, you and I, tomorrow night, right after sunset, I’ll pick you up at your place, and we’ll head out from there, how’s that sound?”
“Sounds great, just…ok, one: how do you know where my house is, Two: Where are we going? And three: what was your sire’s vision of?”
Spike looked at her, amazed that she had gotten all that out in one breath, again he chuckled at her. “Ok pet, one: I’ll be walkin’ you home so that takes care of its self. Two: It’s a surprise, so I can’t tell you. I will tell you that a good friend of mine owns the place, and there is NO fighting!” he said, looking at her pointedly.
“Hay, you say that like I always start it, it’s not always just me you know, sometimes they deserve it, and hay! I know for a fact that you’re just as bad.” Spike smirked “ya, I am” he said like a guilty little boy who had got cot with his hand in the cookie jar. “So, where was I? Oh ya, and as for the vision, I can’t tell you, not yet at least.”
Buffy wasn’t sure how, but, she knew him, she knew that if she pouted at him she could get anything she wanted, if she kissed him just under the ear, he would moan, and hold her just that must tighter, and she knew that he was just like her in every way.
Author's Chapter Notes:
I know that this is an old story, but not only am I re-posting it, it's also being re-writen. I hope you enjoy.