Chapter 2
“Stay away from him, Buffy,” Giles said. “He’s the most dangerous monster
you’ve ever come in contact with.”
Buffy sat silently in the library, staring at her Watcher. She had edited
some of the events of the previous night, filling Giles in on the new
vampire in town. Giles had then discovered that Spike was William the
Bloody, and he’d been on edge ever since.
“So, Buffy can’t beat this guy?” Xander asked, sitting on one of the tables.
“I never said that,” Giles replied, taking off his glasses as he slowly
paced the area. “It would just be best to know more about him before jumping into
something that she may or may not be able to handle. Just be careful,
Buffy.”
Five minutes later, Buffy, Willow, and Xander were all walking off the school
campus, each with a worried expression.
“Did you know he was a vampire?” Willow asked as Buffy clutched a book more
firmly to her chest.
“No,” Buffy said softly. “I think having the summer off has seriously fried
some of my Slayer senses. I didn’t know he was a vamp until he got close to
my neck.”
“He got close to your neck!?” Xander cried.
“Geez, Xand, relax. I thought he was Mr. Joe Normal…plus an uncanny sexual
magnetism,” Buffy added with a secret smile to Willow.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Xander said, shaking his head. “Buff, he’s a vampire.
The thing you’re supposed to fight. You shouldn’t be checking this guy
out.”
Willow and Buffy both rolled their eyes. “Get a grip, Xander. I thought he
was human,” Buffy said with a shrug. “It’s not like I get guys who are
interested in me on a daily basis.”
Buffy realized her mistake the moment the words were out of her mouth. She
closed her eyes briefly, forgetting all about her rejection of Xander at the
end of the previous school year.
“But the guy who is interested in you isn’t good enough.”
Buffy sighed, hanging her head slightly. “I never said you weren’t good
enough,” Buffy replied quietly, trying to take into consideration that
Willow still had a huge crush on him. She felt worse for the redhead than
she did for Xander right now, considering he had a great girl in front of
him that he just failed to notice.
“Yeah,” Xander said with a disbelieving nod. “I’ll see you later.”
Buffy and Willow watched as he walked away.
“Don’t feel bad, Buffy,” Willow said, putting an arm around her friend's
shoulders. “It’s not your fault that you don’t feel that way about him.”
“I just wish he’d understand,” Buffy said sadly.
* * * * *
Buffy hopped onto a tombstone, twirling a stake in her hand as she looked
into the shadows that the trees and mausoleums were casting over the area.
She was only making a symbolic effort to patrol, still trying to let her
stomach heal, but she felt guilty if she didn’t stay out for at least an
hour. After all, even if she was injured, there was nobody else out to
fight the undead tonight.
“Slacking off on the job, are you, Slayer?”
The voice permeated the air, causing Buffy’s head to snap around to seek out
the distinct British accent. She was immediately on her feet. Suddenly
wishing she had taken Giles up on his offer to go with her tonight. He
wouldn’t have been able to help, of course, but it would have been nice
having a little support thrown her way. Especially since the vampire in
question suddenly seemed much more imposing now that she knew her Watcher didn’t want her to face him.
“What do you want, Spike?” Buffy asked in a much stronger voice than she
expected as he stepped out of the shadows and walked toward her.
Spike raised an eyebrow at her, smirking, as he tilted his head to one side.
“Feeling a little more confident tonight, Slayer?”
“I was confident last night,” she replied with her own raised eyebrow.
“Really?” Spike asked with a small smile as he took a few steps closer to
her. “Even when you were doubled over in pain and bleeding in an alley?”
Buffy’s eyes widened, her mouth dropping open slightly as she realized he’d
been watching her the night before. “You set me up. You had those vamps
attack me. What were you doing? Studying me?” she asked in disbelief.
“Looking for a weakness,” he replied, taking the final step toward her and
smiling again as she refused to back away. “And guess what, pet?”
Buffy stared at him through cold eyes as she waited for him to continue.
Spike leaned forward, hiding his shock that she would let him get this close
to her neck as she stood completely still. His lips almost brushed over her
hair as he whispered to her, “I found one.”
Buffy gasped when she felt his fist hit her in the stomach. Just as she had
the night before, her body folded over, trying to shield herself from the
pain that was exploding in her body before quickly righting herself and
throwing a strong left hook, feeling satisfied when she felt the solid
connection with his face.
Spike reeled back, catching himself a few paces away as his hand went up to
his jaw, chuckling as his eyes stayed trained on her. “What’s the matter,
luv?”
“For starters, don’t call me ‘luv'," Buffy said, gritting her teeth together.
“What should I call you then?” he asked with a smirk.
“Sweetheart…Goldilocks…or do you just prefer ‘Buffy’?”
Buffy’s eyes widened as he said her name. “I…I never told you…”
“Your name?” he finished for her, walking around her like a predator. “I
think you’ll find that I know a lot more about you than you’d expect.”
Buffy gulped as she suddenly felt short of breath. She hated herself for
the fear that was racing through her veins, but this man seemed to exude
power and strength. She wasn’t sure if she’d met her equal or if he was
more than that. And she was beginning to feel nervous if it was the latter
of the two.
“What do you want?” Buffy asked with a tremor in her voice.
“I thought we covered this last night, Goldilocks…I came to town for one
purpose.”
“You want me dead,” Buffy said softly, not knowing why there was a twinge of
sadness that seemed to go through her as she remembered his words to her.
“Is it just because I’m the Slayer?”
“I have my reasons.”
This time, as Spike advanced on her, Buffy felt the smartest thing to do
would be to get away from him. She knew she couldn’t run. She was already
sore from the cheap shot that he had surprised her with, and he would
probably enjoy chasing her more than anything. She wasn’t about to give him
the satisfaction of seeing her run away.
Buffy gasped as she felt the cold stone against her back. Glancing to her
left, while still keeping an eye on Spike, she saw that she had backed
herself into the wall of a crypt. Her eyes briefly closed when his hands
slammed against the hard surface, one on each side of her head, as he stared
at her.
Buffy tensed, preparing to get away from him, as he slipped his hands further
down the wall to trap her more effectively. “Don’t even try it, Slayer,” he
whispered. “You’d be dead before you took a step.”
“So, I’m supposed to just stand here and let you kill me?” she asked,
sarcasm running through her words.
Spike leaned forward, staying where she could see his eyes but breathing
out unneeded air so she knew just how far he was from her jugular.
Buffy tensed, tightening her jaw and feeling her body go rigid as she waited
for the pain.
“Who said I was going to kill you tonight?” he whispered, taking another
step and pressing his body against hers.
Buffy felt her heartbeat begin to race, her breathing becoming labored, as
his head dipped down to her neck, running his lips over the tender skin he encountered.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, feeling her body react to having this
man so close.
Spike smiled against her skin as the scent of her arousal filled the air.
The smile slowly disappeared as he realized he shouldn’t be having a
similar reaction to the Slayer. Especially since this particular Slayer had
killed the woman he loved.
Buffy sensed his hesitation and realized she could get out of this. But did
she want to?
‘Of course you do,’ she inwardly scolded herself. ‘Evil thing, remember?
You're not supposed to have cuddly feelings for a soulless demon.
Especially one that might drain you in less than a minute.’
Buffy let her hands slowly trail along the sleeves of his duster, smiling
when she felt the uncertainty flood through his body at her actions. He
slowly pulled back to stare into her eyes, seeing the vivid colors dancing
through them as her hands slowly came to his chest, slipping beneath the
duster and stroking the strong muscles that lay beneath the thin fabric of
his shirt.
Spike felt himself begin to take more unneeded breaths as she maintained eye
contact. His arms slowly relaxed, and Buffy saw her opportunity to get away,
but she couldn’t break free of him yet.
There was something about him that seemed to draw her in, and she couldn’t
bring herself to tear her gaze from the cerulean depths that seemed to hold
her in place.
Taking a deep breath, Buffy tore her eyes away from his as she landed a
solid kick to his legs, knocking him off his feet. Buffy broke away,
distancing herself until she felt safe as Spike jumped up with a growl,
turning yellow eyes to her.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Slayer.”
“You shouldn’t have come here,” she replied in a strong voice.
Spike’s human features slipped back into place as he leveled her with a cold
gaze. “You’ll wish that soon enough,” he said in a soft, menacing tone.
“Until then.”
He seemed to disappear in a split-second. Buffy waited until she couldn’t
feel his presence anymore before she let the trembling take over her body.
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