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Chapter 4


The next night, Buffy paced through her living room, wringing her hands
nervously. Tom was over a half an hour late, and Buffy had nothing to do
but stare at the clock and feel the rejection slowly settling in. She was
too restless to focus on the TV, and her mom was working late.

With a sigh, Buffy walked out onto the front porch to wait outside.
Wrapping her arms around her body as she tried to ward off the chill in the
air, Buffy felt tears come to her eyes as she looked up and down the road.
Wandering over to the porch swing, Buffy sat down, dropping her head into
her hands.

“You should have known better, Summers,” she said to herself. “He was just
being nice, there was no way a high school guy wants you, much less a
college senior. You’re just a naïve little girl.”

Buffy ran her hands through her hair, smoothing down the curls as she leaned
back into the swing, swallowing the lump in her throat.

* * * * *

Spike watched from the shadows of the house as Buffy walked outside, hugging her body as she stared down the street. He got a little closer as she sat
in the swing and couldn’t help the frown that came over his features when he
heard her comment to herself that she wasn’t good enough.

He stared at her for a moment longer, letting himself enjoy the way the
black silk dress clung to her curves, exposing her long legs and bare arms.

Spike took a few more steps toward her and felt a strange sense of pride
when her head shot up, scanning the darkness. He was happy that she knew he was there, but he wasn’t sure why, and he really didn’t want to analyze his
feelings about being proud of the Slayer.

Buffy stood up, slowly walking down the porch steps as her eyes adjusted to
the night. Spike waited until her back was to him before coming to stand
behind her. Buffy whirled around, swallowing a gasp at having him so close.

“What’s the matter, luv? Not happy to see me?” he asked with a smile,
biting his bottom lip as he looked her up and down.

“Something like that,” Buffy replied, realizing how stupid she was for
coming outside without a stake. But it wasn’t like vampires followed her
home on a regular basis. The normal ones tended to avoid her.

“How did you find me?”

“This wonderful thing called the telephone book. It seems your address is
listed.”

Buffy glared at the man, crossing her arms over her chest, causing Spike’s
eyes to drift to her exposed cleavage with a secretive smile.

“College boy stand you up?”

“That’s none of your business, and how did you know I had a date tonight?”

“I told you, luv. I know more about you than you realize. And that dress
is a dead giveaway.”

“And you just assume he was in college?” Her eyes widened. “Did you do something to him?

Spike shrugged, reaching into the pocket of his duster for his cigarettes
and lazily lighting one. Buffy stared at him in shock for a moment,
surprised that he would do something with such relaxed ease in front of the
Slayer.

‘Relax, Summers,’ she thought. ‘He never said he killed Tom and…why are you suddenly doubting that you can kill him? Vampire…Slayer. It’s supposed to be cut and dry.’

“That’s not exactly fair, is it?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, trying to get her mind off her thoughts.
“Shouldn’t I know something about you?”

“Are you flirting with me, Summers?” he asked with a smirk, exhaling the
smoke from his dead lungs.

Buffy’s eyes widened at the implication. “Me?” she asked, gesturing to
herself. “Flirt with you? I’m not that desperate.”

Spike’s eyes narrowed as he stared at her before taking a step closer and
flicking the cigarette away. Buffy felt her breath catch as she took a step
back, trying to keep her distance from the imposing vampire.

“You might not be that desperate, Slayer,” Spike said in a menacing voice.
“But it doesn’t change what you want.”

“And what’s that?” Buffy asked, wishing she was closer to the house and
hating the breathless quality of her voice.

Spike reached out, grabbing her arms and roughly pulling her against his
body, not allowing any space to come between them.

“Me,” he whispered, letting his head descend to her neck.

Buffy tensed before breaking his hold and shoving him away, nearly losing
her balance in the process. “Get a grip,” she said angrily. “Like you’re
God’s gift.”

“Hardly,” Spike replied with a chuckle. “But it wouldn’t be nearly as
interesting, would it?”

Buffy bravely turned her back on him, only serving to fuel Spike’s rage. It
was as if she was telling him that he was no threat to her, and that was the
last thing she should be thinking. He took several long strides to stand
behind her, and before she knew what was going on, she felt his hands on her
shoulders, seconds before she was thrown into the railing on the porch.

Buffy spun around with a sharp kick, sending Spike flying several feet away.
Her hand came up to her forehead, feeling the blood trickling down her
face and through her fingers as she fought the dizzying sensations.

Spike’s demon came forth as he advanced on her with a low rumbling in his
chest. “Don’t turn your back on me, Slayer,” he whispered in a deadly tone.
“I like a fair fight, but I’m not above taking some cheap shots every now
and then. Especially when a foolish little girl like you, doesn’t recognize a real
threat when it hits her in the face.”

“Fight?” Buffy asked with a sharp, forced laugh. “You fight? Because all
you’ve managed to do is talk my ear off.”

Spike left his demon in place as he advanced on her, watching as Buffy stood
her ground. “Do you really want to fight me tonight, Slayer?” he said
softly. “Because judging from that head wound, I’m guessing you wouldn’t be
of much use in that department.” Spike took a step back, letting his eyes
rake over her body. “Although, you could definitely have your uses in other
areas.”

Buffy never backed down from anything, but the danger of the situation was
becoming very clear as she looked into his yellow eyes.

“Leave,” she said softly, but the threat was evident.

Spike slipped back into his human face as he stared at her with a smirk.
“I’ll leave,” he replied. “But I’ll be seeing you soon.”

Buffy took a deep breath as he began to walk away. “The next time we
meet…you die.”

Spike turned around with a raised eyebrow. “I’m guessing your Watcher
didn’t tell you.”

“Tell me…what?” she asked nervously.

Spike chuckled as he shook his head. “You’d think he would want his Slayer
prepared for what she was about to face. No matter, it’s always fun
bragging about my conquests.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Many people have tried to kill me, luv,” he said with a smirk. “Including
two Slayers who lived long before you were called…and I’m still here.”

Buffy’s eyes widened at the implications of what he was saying.

“Not feeling as confident, Slayer?” Spike asked with a smirk before turning
and walking away, calling over his shoulder as he left. “You shouldn’t.”





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