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Chapter 2

Spike was the coolest big brother ever. Under the guise of asking how his week had been, Dawn learned that he was the Slayer, was getting A’s in his classes so far, had a part-time job at Barnes and Nobles in the mall, and was casually dating a girl named Rebecca, who everybody else seemed to like, too.

Okay, it was weird that he looked the same and was a college student, but oh, well…

They picked up her project supplies in his mostly-restored Desoto, then stopped at The Magic Box to see the Scoobies.

Anya was manning the register, while Willow and Tara were eating lunch at the research table and casually flipping through a book.

“My lucky day – three of my favorite ladies all in one spot,” Spike greeted them. He always flirted with girls, though it was harmless.

“Hi, Spike!” they chorused. “Hi, Dawnie,” Willow and Tara added. Anya was busy counting money or something.

Spike took off his sunglasses and hung them off the neck of his t-shirt. “Any evil brewing today?”

Willow shook her head. “Not so far. Giles hasn’t mentioned anything.”

The Watcher took that moment to enter out of the back. “Ah, William, good. I wanted to remind you about the training we have scheduled to hone your powers. Hello, Dawn. How is your mother today?”

“At work, unfortunately. Saturday work is just plain evil.”

He smiled the way grown-ups do when children say something naïve. “A necessary evil, more often than not, as you’ll probably find out one day. Report back after patrol, would you, William?” With that, Giles went back to the office with the ledger.

Dawn shook her head. “He really needs a life.”

The others giggled, and Anya muttered something about getting Giles laid. Spike made plans to meet the group at the Bronze later, and took Dawn for ice cream sundaes. They spent the rest of the afternoon watching a movie. Joyce came home with a pizza, looking tired. Spike made her promise to turn in early tonight, then rumpled Dawn’s hair again and left.

***

Despite wanting to feed on humans, because, hello, nature, Buffy wasn’t all that interested in the Big E. Not paying for clothes or make-up, bedding anyone she liked, causing a little mischief…all things she was down with, but otherwise, she had no patience for planning something really diabolical. Plenty of other demons out there to try and take over the world. But this chip in her head had still changed more than her eating habits. To survive, she’d actually had to be nice to people. Humans.

Not easy for a girl turned in the prime of her popularity. Thank god self-tanner still worked on vampire skin!

Anyway, now that she was on a leash, it was in her best interest not to piss off the resident Slayer enough to stake her. She knew it was only his sense of fairness that had kept him from dusting her in the first place when she came to him for help last year. Well, a little pouting hadn’t hurt, either.

Buffy did have an innocent face.

His little band of friends wasn’t so bad, for humans. She vaguely remembered that Willow girl from high school. The Watcher was easily flustered, the boy could so easily be hers if she said the word, and Anya was cool. Good taste and an ex-demon! If it wasn’t for Anya, Buffy might be a little lonelier than she was. The ex-Vengeance Demon had even helped her set up a way to save the money she, uh, obtained. A couple more months, and that cute little apartment on the demon side of town would be hers.

Speaking of the Scoobies, they were all at The Bronze tonight, too. Buffy frowned, bummed that she’d have to be on her best behavior now in case the Slayer saw her. And what did he see in that girl he was dating, anyway?! She was so boring, with the glasses and plain clothes. Buffy bet Rebecca was even one of those girls who just lay there in bed while the guy got his rocks off.

His eyes weren’t on his girlfriend right now, though. Buffy could feel his attention on her barely-clothed body as she danced. Oh, yeah, she made this look good. Knowing he was watching, she put a little extra grind into her hips, glanced back over her shoulder, and winked. His jaw tensed and he immediately looked away. Caught you… she sang in her head. Oh, well…he wasn’t the only admirer she had tonight.

Buffy zoned in on a college boy that couldn’t stop staring at her cleavage.

***

“She’s such a tramp!” Willow exclaimed, watching the blonde vampire pull a boy in to dance. Tara smiled and shook her head. Willow made the same comment every time she saw Buffy at The Bronze.

Anya shrugged. “I don’t see what the big deal is. It’s not like she can get pregnant or an STD, like a human. I’m sure sexual gratification keeps her demon happy.”

“Uh-huh,” Xander absently agreed, staring at Buffy’s ass.

“Xander, you’re drooling again,” Anya complained.

“Just the thought is gross,” Rebecca contributed. “I mean, she’s dead. Ew.”

Spike stayed silent, remembering kissing Buffy under a spell and finding it not so gross, at all.

“She’s kinda n-nice, though, for a v-vampire,” Tara added.

Spike stood up. “I better make sure she doesn’t lift the poor sod’s wallet.”

He wove through the gyrating dancers until he stood behind Buffy, and tapped her on the shoulder. She glanced behind her without stopping her moves.

“If you can wait for the song to end, Spike, I’ll give you a turn,” she said.

“I don’t want to dance. Just be on your best behavior tonight, got it?”

“Anything you say, Slayer.”

Spike rolled his eyes and returned to the table. Rebecca frowned and got up with Willow to go to the bar. He sighed. Anya and Xander had gotten up to dance.

“Something on your mind, Spike?” Tara asked.

“Just wonderin’ if I’m crazy to let ‘er live.”

“Mercy is a noble trait. And Buffy isn’t so b-bad, especially for a vampire.”

“True. Petty theft ranks pretty low on the list of evil. I just don’t get why she stays in Sunnydale, I guess.”

“Willow says she went to school here. M-maybe it’s all she knows.”

His eyes narrowed on the scantily-clad blonde. “Maybe…”

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