Chapter 1
Stake in hand, Buffy Summers, failing high-school student and badass slayer, slowly made her rounds through one of the many cemeteries in Sunnydale. It was her sworn duty to slay the creatures of the night and prevent the apocalypse but currently; Buffy had other things on her mind. Say, Willow’s upcoming birthday and maybe that French quiz she was so totally going to flunk.
Sighing, Buffy’s hand shot out, shoving the stake into the chest of some vamp before he even got a chance to try to fight her. Honestly, Buffy really didn’t want to have to deal with the fangs for a night but Giles had insisted as she was about to leave Sunnydale High for the day, that she go patrolling. Supposedly he’d gotten a hunch about so big baddie or whatever making its way into town.
Buffy continued on her march through the well-manicured area, taking down vampires here and there and even getting into a scuffle with a very low-level demon.
“What, is the Hellmouth in mating season or something?” she’d murmured after staking her ninth vampire. Normally, things weren’t this busy unless she’d come across a little vamp party and she would’ve believed that if it weren’t for the fact that all the ones she come across the evening had been alone. No two attacked at once.
Buffy caught site of the exit and she broke out into a jog. She was glad to be done with the carnage for one evening, it got pretty annoying after a while.
For as annoying as carnage could be, a certain vamp in a black leather trench coat was far more superior in the annoying category. He was even able to get into her pain-in-my-ass category. Yeah, and said vamp named Spike had decided to make her stay in the graveyard a bit longer.
“Slayer,” he said in his rough, British accent. Sure, she didn’t like him but she wasn’t an idiot, his voice was sexy.
“Yeah Spike? You aren’t very intimidating. My mom kicked your ass and she runs an art gallery.” Buffy crossed her arms, impatiently tapping her foot to get the message to Spike that she really wasn’t in the mood for his bullshit.
“Slayer, you know what, you aren’t very scary either.”
Buffy cocked an eyebrow at one of the most pathetic comebacks she had ever heard in her life. “You sure about that?”
Before he had time to answer, Buffy had already delivered a swift kick to his chest, sending the vampire to crashing to the pavement. Buffy’s expression turned into one of surprise when all Spike did was get up on his elbows and look at her, his face reverting back to that of a humans.
“Slayer, I didn’t come here to pick a bloody damn fight, I came to tell you I’m taking Dru and leaving town.”
“Why do I care?” Buffy asked in a so not serious manner.
“I had more to say than just that. Your boring Slayer, all you do is fight and fight. You don’t get into things, you don’t dance. Love, you d-”
“Spike, you sound as crazy as Drusilla.”
“I wasn’t finished Slayer. I was about to just tell you why I have no interest in killing you but I guess you really couldn’t care less. I’ll let you in on a little hint though, you don’t feel, neither do any of your bloody pals do either.”
Spike pulled himself to his feet, dusting the dirt off his jacket can glaring at Buffy. She looked at him with boredom, clearly uninterested in anything Spike had just said.
“Don’t let the power go to your head, you’re still human, you’ll still die. Live the life you got, it’s the only one you get unless you want me to-”
“Save it Spike, vamping isn’t on my agenda.”
“Tata Slayer.”
It had been an interesting goodbye, not something she’d expect from Spike. Well, honestly she hadn’t expected him to just run away like that either. She’d expected to dust him at the end and then go and get some ice cream with Willow and Xander but hey, it saved the world from having to clean up another pile of dust. Of course letting Spike go like that meant no more sexy voice, no more awesome leather trench coat, and more killings elsewhere but hey, in the long run, what’s done it done.
Well, to be fair, she still had Angel to contend with. Ex-lover or not, most likely there’d be a bloody mess or a pile of dust, it just depended on who won that fight. But that was another worry for another evening.
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“Darling Dru, where’s Spike?” Angel said in a fake happy voice. Dru’s dark eyes met his, a mad laugh escaping her lips.
“Gone, gone. Went away because the Slayer is cold. Went away because he wants fun.”
Angel pulled the woman onto his lap, nibbling on her ear and tracing his tongue down the column of her neck. She moaned wantonly, then froze.
“Slayer can’t feel. Little tree’s gonna get it.”
“Little tree?” Angel narrowed his eyes. Who was Little Tree?
“Reddy.”
“Willow Rosenberg,” Angel said for her. “Good to know.”
It's been awhile since I saw season 2 so apologies on OOCness. Currently I'm just going off of what I remember. Now I'm off to read Innocence Found.
Sighing, Buffy’s hand shot out, shoving the stake into the chest of some vamp before he even got a chance to try to fight her. Honestly, Buffy really didn’t want to have to deal with the fangs for a night but Giles had insisted as she was about to leave Sunnydale High for the day, that she go patrolling. Supposedly he’d gotten a hunch about so big baddie or whatever making its way into town.
Buffy continued on her march through the well-manicured area, taking down vampires here and there and even getting into a scuffle with a very low-level demon.
“What, is the Hellmouth in mating season or something?” she’d murmured after staking her ninth vampire. Normally, things weren’t this busy unless she’d come across a little vamp party and she would’ve believed that if it weren’t for the fact that all the ones she come across the evening had been alone. No two attacked at once.
Buffy caught site of the exit and she broke out into a jog. She was glad to be done with the carnage for one evening, it got pretty annoying after a while.
For as annoying as carnage could be, a certain vamp in a black leather trench coat was far more superior in the annoying category. He was even able to get into her pain-in-my-ass category. Yeah, and said vamp named Spike had decided to make her stay in the graveyard a bit longer.
“Slayer,” he said in his rough, British accent. Sure, she didn’t like him but she wasn’t an idiot, his voice was sexy.
“Yeah Spike? You aren’t very intimidating. My mom kicked your ass and she runs an art gallery.” Buffy crossed her arms, impatiently tapping her foot to get the message to Spike that she really wasn’t in the mood for his bullshit.
“Slayer, you know what, you aren’t very scary either.”
Buffy cocked an eyebrow at one of the most pathetic comebacks she had ever heard in her life. “You sure about that?”
Before he had time to answer, Buffy had already delivered a swift kick to his chest, sending the vampire to crashing to the pavement. Buffy’s expression turned into one of surprise when all Spike did was get up on his elbows and look at her, his face reverting back to that of a humans.
“Slayer, I didn’t come here to pick a bloody damn fight, I came to tell you I’m taking Dru and leaving town.”
“Why do I care?” Buffy asked in a so not serious manner.
“I had more to say than just that. Your boring Slayer, all you do is fight and fight. You don’t get into things, you don’t dance. Love, you d-”
“Spike, you sound as crazy as Drusilla.”
“I wasn’t finished Slayer. I was about to just tell you why I have no interest in killing you but I guess you really couldn’t care less. I’ll let you in on a little hint though, you don’t feel, neither do any of your bloody pals do either.”
Spike pulled himself to his feet, dusting the dirt off his jacket can glaring at Buffy. She looked at him with boredom, clearly uninterested in anything Spike had just said.
“Don’t let the power go to your head, you’re still human, you’ll still die. Live the life you got, it’s the only one you get unless you want me to-”
“Save it Spike, vamping isn’t on my agenda.”
“Tata Slayer.”
It had been an interesting goodbye, not something she’d expect from Spike. Well, honestly she hadn’t expected him to just run away like that either. She’d expected to dust him at the end and then go and get some ice cream with Willow and Xander but hey, it saved the world from having to clean up another pile of dust. Of course letting Spike go like that meant no more sexy voice, no more awesome leather trench coat, and more killings elsewhere but hey, in the long run, what’s done it done.
Well, to be fair, she still had Angel to contend with. Ex-lover or not, most likely there’d be a bloody mess or a pile of dust, it just depended on who won that fight. But that was another worry for another evening.
---
“Darling Dru, where’s Spike?” Angel said in a fake happy voice. Dru’s dark eyes met his, a mad laugh escaping her lips.
“Gone, gone. Went away because the Slayer is cold. Went away because he wants fun.”
Angel pulled the woman onto his lap, nibbling on her ear and tracing his tongue down the column of her neck. She moaned wantonly, then froze.
“Slayer can’t feel. Little tree’s gonna get it.”
“Little tree?” Angel narrowed his eyes. Who was Little Tree?
“Reddy.”
“Willow Rosenberg,” Angel said for her. “Good to know.”
It's been awhile since I saw season 2 so apologies on OOCness. Currently I'm just going off of what I remember. Now I'm off to read Innocence Found.