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Chapter 6 or OMG is this fic EVER going to end???

a/n-This chapter is dedicated to Babysquid and BlueIrish, because this goes back to the Oakland con. They know, and yes, it is finally THAT chapter, babysquid. MUCHO thanks to Beanmommy for being my plot guidance counselor!!! Thanks sweets!! This chapter is also unbeta'd because I just can't stand to bug my poor busy beta!!!


Buffy watched her friends hit the dance floor while Cordelia stormed away, and she slumped down low into her chair. Then she got that tingle in the back of her neck, and her heart sped up with anticipation. Vampire. And she was pretty sure it was her vampire. No, not pretty sure, she was damn sure.


Before she could even cast a nervous glance around the Bronze, he was there. As in, right there, so close she could smell the hint of cigarettes, the fruity scent of whatever hair gunk he always slathered in his hair, and just HIM. She could feel her body come alive at their close proximity, her every nerve ending reaching out for him, almost as if her body was calling out for him in some weird freaky way. Wow, that was new.

Her eyes did a quick perusal of his body, sliding over the open ranges of black clad hard muscle, and her body shouted with glee. Why, hello Spike, it said. Yep, she could hear it all right. She finally dragged her gaze away from the way his pectorials were so deliciously defined under his tight t-shirt and met his eyes, her lips instinctively curling up into a coy smile.

"Hi." Her voice came out throatier than she had anticipated, and she could see the swift reaction, as Spike's eyes darkened heatedly. He took a step closer, and her breath suddenly hitched in her chest, causing a broad smirk to grace Spike's angular face. The feeling of anticipation grew as they stood regarding each other once more, both feeling a keen sense of familiarity in this situation.

Spike's trademark smirk changed to a lazy grin, and Buffy watched as his hand came up and reached towards his head in a familiar gesture, then couldn't help the peals of giggles that erupted at the look of disgust and shock on his face as he stared at his treacherous hand.

"S'not bloody funny." But it really was, and Buffy couldn't help the continuing laughter. Spike shook his head ruefully and threw himself in the seat next to her. "I'm ruined."

Buffy sat back down, her smile bright and affectionate. "Nah."

He gave her a look of disgust. "I just bloody tried to tip my hat at you, Slayer. I think that pretty much wraps things up all tight like, with a nice little bow on top."

"Yeah, but it was sorta sweet. I think I like it better than the 'I'm gonna kill you you.. No, I'm going to kill YOU...' posturing, that we usually greet each with."

"Yeah, there is that."

Their eyes met and held, a mutual sense of contentment and acceptance suddenly mirrored. Finally, Buffy gave voice to her one small fear. "Spike... do you think this is all some spell? Do you think all of a sudden, this lingering persona thingie is just going to like, totally bail?"

Spike shrugged. "Dunno, luv. Don't think so."

"But, what if it does? What then?"

Spike leaned close and grabbed her hand under the table. "We'll suss it out if it happens, ok pet?"

Buffy nodded, relieved to have gotten her worry out in the open. She didn't want this to be a spell, dammit, because that just wasn't fair. All right, maybe having a bit of Elizabeth in her was like being a little on the schizophrenic freak train. But hey! It's not like Buffy was in there all alone anyway. Her Slayer had staked down roots too. She was used to having the multiple personality thing. Elizabeth just seemed to... soften her hard edges. That wasn't so bad, was it?

"Oh, for the love of tacos and frijoles!" Xander complained loudly, interrupting her self realization monologue. "Wanna tell me what Sheriff Woody is doing sitting at our table? And better yet, why the good Sheriff isn't being impaled with his namesake?"

Spike flashed a wicked grin in Buffy's direction, and winked, then turned to look at Xander. "You offerin' or just asking?"

Xander's face blanked for just a fraction before disgust rolled over, backing up frantically to get away from the homicidal, potentially homosexual vampire. "Ew! And can I just say again... EW! That is a big NO with the offering!"

Once again, Buffy couldn't help the laugh that escaped. "He's just kidding, Xander."

Xander ceased his frantic flee, and eyed the amused smirking vampire with just mere loathing this time. "And again I ask, what's he doing here?"

Spike narrowed his eyes in the boy's direction. "Just bloody sitting here, having a conversation with the Slayer."

Finding himself unable to find a suitable response to that not evil comment, Xander shot back lamely, "Yeah? So where's your sharp shooters tonight, huh Spike? Did you leave them at home?"

Spike gave him a withering look. "Please. You're one to talk. I wasn't the only one to sport a pistol that night, if you will recall."

"Yeah, but mine was bigger." Xander couldn't help but brag, his hands itching to get themselves on another automatic assault weapon.

An evil grin slid across Spike's face. "Was it now? We talking weapons here or...?"

Xander's face flushed red and his not so witty repertoire of insults seemed to desert him completely. Buffy rolled her eyes and stood up, dragging Spike out of his chair. "Come on, let's go dance."

"Where are you going?"

"Not really thinking I need to repeat myself, Xander." Buffy stood next to Spike, her hand still entwined with his, and they turned towards the dance floor, where a full array of gyrating fools were on display.

Spike suddenly stopped and looked back over his shoulder at Xander and Willow. "I think the Slayer wants to play with my pistol," Spike called back wickedly, earning a heated shove from the girl at his side. Another round of giggles wafted back to Xander, causing him to cringe quite violently.

When they had disappeared behind a wall of people, Xander slumped to his seat while Willow sat with trepidation. "Now, that was beyond freaky."

"You betcha," Willow agreed. "That wasn't like the Spike we know and usually try to kill, at all. He was almost... nice."

"Are you insane?"

Willow took note of the look of outrage on Xander's face, and rushed to say, "Ok, he did make with the seriously disturbing comments and stuff, and that was icky, and all kinds of wrong. But Xander, think about it. There were no threats to kill us, nothing. He was just kinda, jovial. Perverted, yes, but jovial."

"If that's what you want to call it."

They both craned their necks to get a view of what was happening on the dance floor, and Xander allowed a shudder to pass through him. Even though it was a song with a fast beat, Spike had his arms wrapped around Buffy, and there was little space in between them. As in, next to none. Buffy had her arms snaked around his neck, and the side of her face plastered against his chest, and they moved in a slow, sensuous rhythm to the music.

"Please tell me that's just a new method of lulling vampires into a state of false security before they're staked."

"Sorry, Xander. I think... she kinda likes him."

"Well, duh!" Cordelia had returned, and Xander couldn't help the smile of anticipation that stretched over his face, because she had not returned alone. Oh no. The thunderous look on Angel's face was almost worth having had to put up with the sexual innuendos from Spike and then seeing Buffy doing her best velcro impersonation out on the dance floor. Well, almost.

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The weird part was finding such utter contentment just to be in Spike's arms, swaying slowly to the music. Spike wasn't even doing the hot and heavy pelvic grind-age either, even though she could more than feel his erection pressing into her. So Buffy was thinking he was feeling the exact same way. It was just... weird. He had his face buried into the crook of her neck, and there were no alarms being set off at the close proximity of his lethal weapons at her jugular. Instead, it was nice.

"You're not going to go all square dance-y on me, are you?" she asked suddenly.

"What?"

"You know. All 'dosado, and away we go'?"

She felt him chuckle against the smooth skin of her neck, and it caused an immediate shiver through her. "No Slayer, not inclined to do any type of square or line dancing, if that's what you're worried about."

"Ok good, no hoedowning for Spike. Not that I was really worried, you know. Just with you trying to tip your hat at me earlier, didn't know if there were any other things shouting to come out." They resumed their slow dance. "You know, you could call me by my real name. Don't have to keep calling me 'Slayer' all the time, now that our mortal enemy-ness is down to like, Def-con Zero."

Spike lifted his head lazily from her neck. "Buffy isn't your real name, it it, pet? I know your mom is bloody well off her rocker, but even she wouldn't be that cracked."

Buffy cringed suddenly, then looked at him with steely resolve. "Well, no, it's not. But it is soo what you're going to call me."

He cocked his head to the side in that scrumptious way he seemed to have, tucking his tongue behind his top teeth as he studied her. "Let's hear your real name, pet."

Unable to hold up under the weighty sizzle of his sexy look, she broke. "Fine, it's, uh... Elizabeth."

The smile he gave her broke her some more, and she felt like she was about to do that swooning thing. Well, if swooning entailed your legs growing too weak to support your weight, and your brain growing too dizzy to process rational thought, then ok, yeah. She was definitely doing some major swoon-age.

Luckily, Spike had a firm grip on her. Oh boy, did he ever. Then he said her name with that sweet smile, "Buffy," and she couldn't help but smile back at him. A big, stupid, goofy grin that she couldn't wipe off even if she wanted to, unable to tear herself away from his eyes. She'd never seen them quite like this before and she'd borne witness to quite a few variations. They had flashed derisive, anger, challenging, cocky, gloating and lately, fondness, amusement, passion, desire. But right now, Buffy felt like they were going to consume her, as if she could get lost in them and never want to find her way out. There was more than fondness evident, almost... Buffy felt her breath halt in her chest as she absorbed the full brunt of Spike's emotions. Wow, she always knew Spike had expressive eyes, but this was beyond intense.

"Spike?" Buffy found herself whispering.

"Shhh..." Spike tipped his head down to lightly nibble on her lips. "Don't say anything."

But because she was Buffy, her moment had to be ruined. Spike was torn from her arms, and tossed aside, managing to knock into some people who were less than thrilled. From Swooner to Slayer in one quarter second flat, Buffy rounded on Angel.

"What are you doing???"

"I don't want his hands on you," Angel growled, his droll brown eyes angry and flashing amber. The crowd that had been previously dancing began to forget their boogying pursuits and gathered round. A small chant of "fight.... fight..." began echoing through the dance floor, and Buffy rolled her eyes. Great. Just what she needed; playground mentality.

Buffy could feel Spike right behind her, and she extended one arm back to place a warning hand on his chest. Oohh... nice chest, and she splayed her fingers appreciatively. Then she saw Angel's face begin to morph, and she stalked forward, waving a finger in his face.

"Don't you DARE," she hissed, her tone shocking Angel from completing the transformation.

"FIGHT... FIGHT!!!" The quiet chant was beginning to build in crescendo, as more of the crowd watched in anticipation of seeing some blows thrown, and quite possibly some blood spilled. Buffy could see bouncers headed their way, and threw Angel a dark look, then grabbed Spike's hand and dragged him off the dance floor. There were groans of disappointment flung in their wake, then dancing reclaimed their attention, and the potential bloodshed was all but forgotten.

Buffy could feel gleeful excitement pouring off of Spike, who was practically bouncing with each step he took. They passed by an equally anticipatory Xander, an indifferent Cordelia, and a nervous Willow, and Buffy didn't even bother to spare them a glance. Her entire goal here was to avoid a confrontation, especially a public confrontation, because those were always hard to cover up, no matter how stupid the people of Sunnydale continually proved themselves to be.

She pulled Spike into the alleyway behind the Bronze, then turned in expectation when Angel stormed through the door. Buffy crossed her arms over her chest, her posture clearly indicating her displeasure. "Are you insane? Going all Grrr in the middle of the Bronze?"

Angel had the good sense to look slightly chagrined. "Didn't mean to do that."

"Well, then WHAT were you doing?"

Annoying brown eyes tried to lock their woebegone puppy dog look on her, and Buffy let out a small sigh of annoyance. "Angel, I thought we had covered this earlier today."

"You can't trust him."

Spike had been content to just sit and watch as his girl went to battle for him, but at that statement, undefined resentment flared. "That's a bunch of bloody rot, Angelus."

As if Spike never spoke, Angel proceeded to make his case to Buffy. "This is all some spell, can't you see that? It's not real, the only thing he really feels for you is seething hatred and the urge to end your life. I know him, Buffy."

Suddenly, Angel found himself pinned to the wall behind him, Spike holding him in place easily. Spike stared deep into his grande-sire's eyes, letting him read exactly what he felt, exactly what was going on, and relaxed his hold when he felt Angel sag against the wall. "Fuck," Angel muttered, admitting defeat.

"Got that bleedin' right." Spike let Angel go and crossed to Buffy, grabbing her hand.

"Ok, was that some weird vampire thingie?"

"Yeah, luv. It was."

"Oh. Ok." She cast a nervous glance from Angel, who hadn't looked up from his perusal of the ground, back to Spike. She didn't know what had occurred, but she had a feeling it had been something kinda on the monumental side. "So, uh... now what?"

"I've had enough of this joint. Let's blow this place."

Nervousness swept through, swift and fierce, but found herself nodding in agreement. "Ok." A grin plastered itself on her face when he gallantly offered his arm, and there was no hesitation in hooking her arm through. Ahhh, this was nice. She always seemed to feel better when she was touching him, for some reason.

When they had left, Xander turned to Angel and expressed his bitter frustration. "What the hell was that? Not only is Spike not a stake sandwich, but you also let Buffy leave with him!"

Angel's soulful eyes had transcended to an even further bleak level. "He's not going to hurt her."

The dumbfounded look that appeared on Xander's face was comical. Well, almost. "Excuse me? I could have sworn you just let Buffy leave with a killer. Oh wait! Color my ass totally surprised. Not just a killer, but her #1 fan AND president of the 'I Want you so Dead' fan club!! What do you mean he won't hurt her?"

Cordelia came up and wrapped her arms around Angel's unyielding bicep, not even caring that he didn't even seem to notice her touch. "What's the big? It's not like she isn't the slayer or anything. She can just, like, kick his ass if he tries anything."

Willow stepped up. "That's not the point. Spike has her completely vulnerable right now. She trusts him. He could easily kill her at any moment, and the worst thing is, I don't think she'd do that fighting back thing."

"I told you, he won't hurt her." Angel's voice was resigned but emphatic, and Willow looked at him with suspicion. "Look, do you believe in reincarnation?"

"Well yeah, kinda believe in everything now, living on the Hellmouth and everything," Willow replied. Then, as the implications of Angel's question set in, her eyes grew wide. "No..... They aren't..., are they? Oh my goddess! Wow, and suddenly everything is making a whole lot of sense. Are you sure?" Angel nodded gravely.

"What?" Xander asked plaintively.

"Reincarnation, Xander."

"What about it?"

"They were together before." Angel injected.

"Spike and Buffy?"

"No, you idiot, and a poorly dressed one at that; their costumed selves," Cordelia answered in a scathing tone, but secretly finding it slightly romantic. She looked up at the rigid set of Angel's protruding jaw, and hugged his arm just a fraction tighter.

Shock shone on Xander's face. "Really?"

Angel nodded.

"Uh... How do you know, Angel?" Willow asked, curious to the 'vampire thingie' that had transpired.

"Because I could sense him."

"Spike?" Xander asked.

"No! Willie! The sheriff!" Willow cried, then looked to Angel for confirmation. "Right?"

Angel's tight curt nod was all the confirmation needed. "So, they're like star crossed lovers who were destined to find each other again?"

The tight dark look on Angel's face intensified, which was telling in itself. "Awwww.... that's kinda sweet." Willow announced dreamily.

"Yeah, especially when one of them is a homicidal bloodsucker." Cordelia's face was taut with distaste, and she didn't notice Angel's flinch.

"Yeah, so glad you're lobbed on to one of those, Cordy," Xander announced.

"Ooookeeeee, who else is thinking we need to take this to Giles?" Willow posed, eager to dispel the bickering, especially when she took note of Angel's rigid posture and Cordelia's clueless routine. This was about to escalate beyond the realm of ugly, pretty darn quick. And she soooo didn't even want to be thinking of what Spike and Buffy were talking about right now. She had a feeling Buffy didn't quite know what the haps were, but that Spike had full disclosure. And she sure didn't want to think of what they might be... doing, either.
tbc



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