Buffy walked through the cemetery, as usual, trying to stay enthusiastic about patrol. She
huddled in her own leather jacket, not the one Angel had given her long ago, and shivered.
"Stupid Hellmouth," Buffy swore. "This is California. It's not suppose to snow."
Clomping through two foot drifts, Buffy surveyed the empty cemetery. Headstones rose
eerily from the blanket of white. She shivered again. "I swear, I'm the only one dumb
enough to be out here."
Extending her senses, the Slayer tried to ascertain if any vampires, or anyone else for that
matter, was around. Silence.
Puzzled, Buffy followed the voice as silently as she could, given the state of the ground.
Finally, she saw someone in a relatively desolate section of the cemetery.
Stopping far enough away as not to be noticed, Buffy watched at the darkly clad figure
pushed a ball of snow. The nearly full moon chose that moment to peek out from behind
Buffy would recognize that shock of peroxide blond anywhere. She was about to call out
to the vampire, furious that he'd returned to Sunnydale, again, but something made her
Instead, the Slayer stood in the shadows, leaning casually against a tree, and watched her
mortal enemy. She had to cover her mouth so as not to laugh out loud as Spike went into
a litany of curses.
"Oh, come on, you pillock. Move," Spike said, pushing the heavy mound of snow onto
another one. Grunting in accomplishment, he bent again to create the final portion.
Buffy giggled silently as Spike stood back and admired his work. She saw him dip into
the pockets of his long, leather duster and pull out a few objects. As soon as they were
added to the creation, Buffy made her presence known.
"Hey there, Spike," she said, sauntering towards the vampire.
Spike's eyes widened comically and he swore again.
With another giggle, the Slayer walked to him and looked at the finished product. "Nice
snowman er, snowvamp, that is," she said, noticing the pair of black, plastic fangs.
Spike just stared at her, mortified.
"So, this is what vampires do in their spare time," Buffy said, gesturing to the snowman.
"Play in the snow."
"Oh, piss off," Spike said, shoving his hands forcefully into his pockets and stomping
Buffy could have sworn his face was red.
Catching up to the vamp, she paced herself with his long strides. "Why are you back?
Again?" Spike ignored her as they left the cemetery. "And where's your skanky ho?"
Buffy asked looking around for the female vampire. "Still shaggin' the chaos demon?"
Spike whirled and shot his hand out, grabbing the Slayer by the throat. "Shut. Up."
Dropping his hand, he ran it though his short hair, then pulled out a cigarette. "Sorry,"
Spike apologized. He lit up.
Buffy rubbed her sore neck and wondered where her next sentence came from. "Are you
Spike exhaled the smoke, staring up at the dark clouds. "I will be," he answered
"Do you want to tell me what happened?' she asked. Buffy couldn't believe she was
trying to have a civilized conversation with the guy who'd tried to kill her and her friends
time and time again. *It's the snow,* she told herself.
Spike looked at her sharply, his blue eyes piercing hers. "Pretend I care," Buffy told him.
After what seemed like an eternity, Spike answered. "She was no longer mine." He
shrugged and puffed on the cigarette. "So I left."
"That must have been harsh," Buffy said softly, understanding. "So, why did you come all
the way back up here?'
"Familiarity," Spike said simply. "Except for when that bloody sot was running around, I
liked it here. Always a challenge." He inhaled on the cigarette again. "Speaking of the
wanker, where is your lap dog?"
Buffy winced. "He's, uh well, gone." Spike arched a curious eyebrow at her. "He
moved to LA to get away from his memories."
"Including you," Spike stated.
Buffy looked crestfallen. "Yeah. Including me."
"I always knew he was a stupid prick."
She couldn't believe what Spike just said. "Wh-what?"
"Only an insensitive pillock would voluntarily give up his claim to you," Spike said with a
furious tone in his voice.
"Did did you just compliment me?" Buffy asked incredulously.
Spike looked her over, from her red nose to snow-covered boots, then shrugged. "You're
everything a man could want in a mate," he told her. "You're beautiful, smart, quick-
witted, a great fighter and I'd wager you're a very passionate lover."
Buffy blushed, her face matching the color of her nose. She tried to think of a comeback,
but could only stand there gaping at him.
Spike shot her a wry grin, then offered his arm. "Walk you home?"
Still dumbfounded, the Slayer accepted his arm. They began a leisurely stroll down the
streets of Sunnydale. Arriving at the Summers' residence, Spike stopped them at the end
of the driveway. "Here we are."
"Um thanks, I guess," Buffy said. She dropped his arm and started towards the door.
She only made it a few feet when she turned back to him. "I, uh, guess I'll be seeing you
"Count on it, " Spike said, giving her a wicked smile.
Buffy smiled uncertainly, not sure as to how to take his remark. She turned once again
and trudged to the house. When she neared the front door, she looked back at Spike.
He was still standing at the end of the driveway, but he was searching the sky as if it held
the answers to the universe. Buffy realized she didn't want him to go.
She was about to invite him in when her eyes caught the fallen snow. With an evil grin,
Buffy scooped some up and compacted it between her gloved fingers. "Hey, Spike!"
Spike brought his head down and looked at her. "Yes, pet?"
"Catch!" Buffy yelled. She lobbed the snowball at him, hitting the vampire with a thunk.
Spike looked down at his snowy shirt, then back at the Slayer in time to get hit with
another snowball. "I don't think so, luv," he said, grabbing a handful of snow and
Exhilarated, Buffy launched herself into the fight. Running around her front yard, the two
mortal enemies were embroiled in a snowball fight to end all others. Both used their
supernatural strength when throwing. If they missed, the packed snow seemed to soar
forever before hitting the ground with a soft plop.
"Aah! Enough!" Buffy finally called, sinking to her knees from exhaustion. Spike jogged
over to the Slayer and flopped down onto the snow in front of her. The cold didn't bother
the vampire one bit.
The clouds had moved on, and Spike lay looking up into the starry sky. Grinning like an
idiot, he brought his arms out to his sides and began moving them up and down. He did
the same with his legs.
"What are you doing?" Buffy asked.
"What's it bloody look like?" Spike said with a cheeky grin. "I'm making a snow angel."
Buffy snorted, then covered her mouth embarrassed by the unladylike sound. Spike only
laughed at her, then rolled to his feet to look at his creation. He bent and added a halo
with his finger.
"You," Spike said, pointing to the snow angel.
"Oh, really?" Buffy said, arching her brow. She rolled to her back and created her own
snow angel right next to Spike's. Standing, she looked at it with an expression of intense
concentration, then bent and added to it, as well. "You."
Spike looked down at the lopsided halo and devil's tail added to the snow angel. His
laugher filled the night, rich and full of warmth.
Buffy grinned at him, then gestured to the house. "How's about a cup of hot chocolate.
Mom's got the little marshmallows she said you like so much."
Spike smiled and offered his arm again. "Why not? I always wanted to live dangerously."
Buffy laughed at his bad joke, and the two mortal enemies went arm in arm into the
"So, tell me what Brazil is like," Buffy said, pouring the hot milk in with the chocolate
mix. "Seeing as how I'm going to spend my way too short life here in Sunnydale."
"Well, it's warm," Spike answered, grabbing a handful of mini marshmallows and
dropping them in his mug. "At least, I think it was. Can't really tell in my condition." He
gave her a smirk. "Food's pretty good."
"Ugh, I did not want to hear that," Buffy said, sitting next to him at the island counter.
Spike sighed patiently. "I was talking about the food, Slayer, not the people. I enjoy
some of what humans have to offer."
"Really," Buffy said sarcastically. "What's your favorite food then?"
"Chocolate chip pancakes," Spike answered.
Buffy snorted again, choking on her hot chocolate. Spike rubbed her back to help calm
down. "Spike, you are the biggest contradiction I've ever laid eyes on," she said once she
could speak clearly.
"How's that, pet?" he asked, taking a sip of his own hot beverage.
"You kill people, yet you build snowmen. You enjoy blood and violence, yet you love
completely and with your entire being. You hate Slayers, yet you're sitting in my kitchen
talking about how you love chocolate chip pancakes," Buffy answered. "I just don't get
Spike shrugged. "Not much to get."
Buffy shook her head and sighed. "Why is my life never simple?"
Spike chuckled and finished his chocolate. He grabbed a few more marshmallows and
began popping them into his mouth.
"You're acting like a little kid," Buffy commented, watching his actions.
"Lighten up," Spike said. "Live a little."
"Why? So you can kill me?" Buffy asked.
Spike stopped with his hand partway to his mouth. He frowned, looking past her shoulder
and out the window on the kitchen door. "What do you say to another truce?"
"You've got to be kidding," Buffy said.
"No, I'm serious," Spike told her. "You don't kill me, I won't kill you."
"What about my friends? Or my mom?"
"I'd never kill Joyce," Spike replied, honestly. "I like your mum. She's got pluck." He
shoved another handful of marshmallows in his mouth. "As for your friends, I guess I
could agree to that. Well, as long as they don't attack me first."
"I can't believe I'm seriously thinking about this," Buffy said. "Again."
"What's that, pet?"
"Fine. You got a deal," she told him. "I don't kill you, you don't kill me or my friends."
"Shake on it?" Spike asked, holding out his hand, while eating with the other. Buffy
looked at his hand as if it were a snake, but she finally took it. "That's a girl. I knew you
could do it."
"Bite me," Buffy replied, finishing her own drink.
"With pleasure," Spike answered in a seductive purr, giving her a naughty look.
Buffy blushed heavily and grabbed the empty mugs off the counter. She made a big
production out of washing them to give her time to get her bearings. She eventually
turned back to Spike, who was still downing the marshmallows as if there were no
tomorrow. "Spike, if you eat all those now, there'll be none left for next time."
Spike grinned at her, then threw some more into his mouth. She rolled her eyes.
"Speaking of mums "
"We were?" Buffy said, taking the bag away from the vampire and closing it up.
Spike gave her an effective pout, then continued. "We were. Where is yours?"
"At the gallery," Buffy replied. "She's having some shindig which I managed to escape
from having to go to."
"What, you don't like art?"
"Not that art. I'm more into photographs," Buffy said. "Oh, hey! Let me go get my
camera and we'll take a picture of our snow angels." She turned and jogged out of the
kitchen and up the stairs.
Spike watched her retreating backside, then sighed. He put his head in his hands. "What
are you bloody doing, Spike? She's the Slayer. You hate her." He could hear the sounds
of her footsteps returning. "Yeah, then why did you drive all the way back to Sunnyhell
from Brazil," he mumbled to himself as Buffy bounced back into the kitchen, Polaroid in
"C'mon, Spike," she said, putting her coat back on and pulling a flashlight out from under
the sink. Spike stood and followed the Slayer outside. "Here, hold the light while I take
Spike did as asked, holding the flashlight high to shine on the two figures immobilized in
the snow. He watched as Buffy tried to get far enough back to include both snow angels.
He shook his head. "Slayer, give me the camera."
"Because I bloody asked you to," Spike said. She glared at him, but gave up the camera.
"Now, hold the light." Being taller than the blond Slayer, he was able to get both snow
angels into the window. "Say cheese," he muttered, and snapped the shutter.
The Polaroid came out and Buffy took it. "Take another."
Spike nodded and pressed the button again. He put this one in his pocket, then motioned
to Buffy. "Lay down next to the one on the left," he instructed her. She arched her
eyebrow at him. "Just do it," he sighed.
Buffy gave Spike the light, then sank back into the snow. "Maybe if I add a little blood
for color," Spike teased. Buffy started to laugh and he snapped the picture.
Joyce pulled into the driveway to see Buffy standing. Exiting the car, she called to her.
"Buffy, what are you doing out here so late?"
"Hey, mom," Buffy said, walking up to her with Spike. "Just enjoying the snow."
"Well, that's a change of attitude. This morning, you'd have thought we moved to
Alaska," Joyce said. She turned to Spike. "How are you doing? How's Dru?"
Spike ducked his head. "We're not together anymore."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Spike," Joyce said, laying a hand on his shoulder. "I know you really
cared for her."
Spike nodded as Joyce squeezed his shoulder, then started for the house. "Not too much
longer, you two."
"Yes, mom," Buffy said. When her mother had entered the house, she turned to Spike
with a puzzled expression.
"I told you I liked your mum," was all that Spike would say.
"I guess I'd better get inside," Buffy said. She took the camera from him. "Thanks
for well, just thanks."
"You're welcome, Slayer," Spike said. He gave her a small smile, then turned and walked
off into the night.
Buffy watched the vampire until he disappeared into the shadows. "Oh, no. My life's not
Spike lay on his bed in his new home. He'd found and taken over an abandoned shop in
the business district near the Bronze. It only had windows in the front, and came
complete with a full, finished bathroom. It was strange, but Spike didn't question his luck.
Moving in had been rather easy. He didn't have any real belongings, just some clothes and
his lighter. He stole the rest of the furnishings from someone he'd fed off of, after being
invited in to use the phone. Currently, he was proud owner of a double bed and linens, a
chest of drawers, a TV and VCR complete with remotes and a few movies, a recliner,
floor lamp and an ornate desk.
The desk was his favorite piece of furniture. It reminded him of the one he'd had when he
was still human, living with his parents in North London. The dark, cherry wood was
carved with intricate designs on the legs and the back panel. It even had a matching chair.
Spike turned his head and looked at the two pictures propped up against the back of the
desk for the umpteenth time. Buffy had gone out the day after their snowball fight and
took a Polaroid of the snowman he'd built on a spot of whimsy. She had sought him out
that night in order to give the picture to him. She'd even wrote a caption underneath:
'Bitey, the snowvamp.'
It was the third picture which he had in his hand which was really the problem. Sighing,
Spike held it up. It was Buffy, laying in the snow, laughing. Spike doubted the Slayer
even remembered that he took it.
"All that time with Dru must have sent me over the bloody edge," Spike mumbled to
himself. He set the picture back onto his stomach, and returned his thoughtful gaze to the
Buffy sighed and flipped onto her stomach, trying to get comfortable. But it was her mind
that was stopping her from sleeping. She was too busy thinking of her mortal enemy.
They'd seen each other off and on since the night of the snowball fight. None of the
meetings between the two were ever planned, but Buffy knew that she was always on the
lookout for Spike, hoping she'd find him.
"This is really pathetic," Buffy told herself before smashing her face into the pillow and
screaming in disgust. "Maybe I've been without a boyfriend for too long. Yeah, and
Giles loves surfing the Internet."
Giving up on the pretense of sleeping, the Slayer slipped on a pair of sweats and
sweatshirt, grabbed a few stakes, then climbed out her window. Jumping lightly to the
ground, she started her third patrol of the night.
That's what Spike had almost convinced himself of as he left his lair. It was rather late in
the evening, or early in the morning depending on how one looked at it. He had decided
that if he got the chance, he'd have her, then his schoolboy infatuation would go away.
*Right,* Spike thought. *Just keep telling yourself that.*
It was in that frame of mind when Spike ran into the Slayer.
"Spike, hi," Buffy practically gushed. "I didn't think I'd see you out this close to sunrise."
But instead of responding, Spike yanked Buffy to him and kissed her.
He pushed past her lips and teeth to plunder her mouth with his tongue. He could hear
her heartbeat rapidly pounding beneath her skin, calling to him. Weaving a hand into her
blond hair, Spike held her close kissing them both senseless.
Buffy moaned and gave into the kiss. This had been what she really wanted to do since
Spike had returned to Sunnydale. Allowing no one to come close to her had taken its toll
on her. She craved physical contact, which is why she was standing in the middle of the
street being thoroughly kissed by her mortal enemy.
Spike finally broke the kiss, letting Buffy catch her breath. Not hesitating, he took her
hand and led her back to his place, which was close by.
"Spike, what are you doing?" Buffy asked, being dragged along behind him. He didn't
answer. Pushing open the back door, he pulled the Slayer into his lair and led her to
where he had set up home. He let go of her hand only to turn on the light and shed his
"Take off your coat," Spike instructed gruffly. When she didn't move, he did it for her,
jerking the leather over her arms and throwing it to the floor.
"Why are you doing this?" Buffy asked, trembling slightly at his use of force. Was this the
end of their truce?
"A reason?" Spike asked. "You want a reason?"
Buffy nodded and looked into his chiseled face.
A light flickered in the depths of his blue eyes. "A reason," Spike repeated in an amused
little murmur. "Well, I have a reason for you."
His reason tasted an awful lot like a kiss. Buffy never quite knew when she closed her
eyes. She knew simply that one minute she was questioning him and the next she was
surrounded by him.
His argument wasn't a gentle one. Spike pulled her to him so tightly she couldn't breathe.
His hands clutched at her, tangling in Buffy's hair and holding her to him. His mouth met
hers with a bruising hunger.
Spike's mouth was predatory, nipping, sipping, plucking at her tender skin. He didn't
wait for an invitation to invade, but sought her tongue with hard strokes. Buffy gasped
and fought for balance, even in his tight grasp. She arched closer, his body cooling her
"You want a reason?" Spike grated out, his mouth at her ear. "I'm bewitched. Damn it, I
know better, but all I've been thinking of is doing this."
Lighting splintered in her with his hungry touch, the torment of his hands on her. Buffy's
mind whirled with light and darkness and need. She opened her mouth and kissed Spike's
neck, reveling in the coolness of his skin.
"I've tried so hard to stay away," Spike growled into her throat, spilling chills with his
tongue. "Taken enough cold showers to drop the bloody water table "
Buffy nodded, panting, sinking into his touch. "I know "
"Walked away when no sane man would "
"I -" his mouth was working lower, tasting her neck and collarbone. "-know ."
"I tried being mad at you."
She couldn't even nod. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't hold still. But she
couldn't stand up anymore, either.
Somewhere in the depths of his hunger Spike must have heard the desperate note to her
voice. Pulling himself together, he held where she was.
When he lifted his eyes to hers, Buffy was halted by the volcano she'd unleashed. A
molten energy, a voracious thirst that had only flickered in warning before, now glowed
from his icy eyes.
Sweeping Buffy into his arms, Spike carried her to the bed and sat down, settling her back
against his body onto his lap. "I don't know what to do with you," he said, his hands
lifting once again to her hair. Wrapping his hands in it, lifting it from her neck, he brought
his face to hers. "You wouldn't know a wolf if it bit you."
Buffy wanted to move. She wanted to run far from the pleasure coursing through her
body. Instead, she let herself be kissed thoroughly and deeply. Her own hands were on
Spike's shoulders, shoulders like concrete, like tensile steel that bent with terrible
Their tongues parried and parted. Teeth nipped and tested. Soft groans of hunger
mingled and passion built.
"I should let you walk away while I have a chance "
She pressed into his touch, hungry and aching for him. She twisted in his hold so that she
could arch against his cold chest. Her hands began to wander, hungered for the touch of
his cool skin. His hands commanded.
"I should make you go "
Buffy gasped, her head back, as Spike nipped her throat.
"You should shut up," Buffy advised, breathlessly.
Spike chuckled against her throat, a deep growl of pleasure, of surprise and hunger. Buffy
pulled his head down to her. He slid a hand down her belly, over her thighs, her knees, his
mouth still marking a passage along her throat.
Spike held her close, heated skin against cold. The fire of her passage had scorched him,
ruining him from ever loving a non-human again, destroying his desire to mate with any
other. He wanted Buffy as his own and the coming night he would stake his possession,
let the community know that this woman was his and not to be touched.
He chuckled at the thought of how the community would react to his claiming the Slayer.
Some would envy him, some would hate him, some would champion him and some would
try to kill him. But she was worth it.
"What are you laughing at?" Buffy asked, her head tucked on his shoulder, her breath hot
on his cool neck.
"Nothing, Slayer," Spike answered. He stood, still within her, and laid them back on the
bed. Spike brought his head back and looked into Buffy's eyes. He could see desire still
burned in their depths. He started moving in her and bent his head to her lips once more.
"Nothing at all."
"What are you smiling at?" Willow asked her best friend. They were seated in the
cafeteria, playing with what the kitchen claimed to be food.
Buffy had left Spike's lair barely in enough time get through her window before her alarm.
She showed, dressed and gulped down some breakfast, then went to school.
"I'm having a happy," Buffy told her. "School is out for a week after today, vamp activity
has been at an all time low, the snow melted and my love life is actually looking perky."
"New hottie on the waterfront?" Willow said.
"Oh, yeah," Buffy said. "Major salty goodness."
"Details!" Willow demanded. "I have to live through you now, so give me all the dirt, no
matter how small."
"Oz will come around soon," Buffy told her.
"I know. It's just " Willow began, then stopped herself. "Oh, no. You're not getting
me to go there. Uh-huh. Now, details."
Buffy sighed happily. She reached into her purse and dug out the two pictures she carried
with her practically everywhere. She passed them to Willow.
"What's this?" Willow asked. She laughed at the black fangs in the snowman, then at the
devil's tail and crooked halo on the snow angel.
"Me and my honey did the snow angels. He did the one on the right and I did the one
with the tail," Buffy said. "That was after we'd pummeled each other with snowballs."
"What about the snowman? Are those really fangs?"
"Yup. I caught him building it," Buffy said. "It was so cute and funny to see Spi er, a
grown man making a snowman."
"How come you didn't spill sooner?" Willow complained.
"I didn't think there'd be anything to spill," Buffy said. She blushed.
Willow noticed and pounced. "You didn't you did!"
Buffy turned even brighter red and ducked her head. "Will loud enough?"
Willow squealed with geeker joy. "Was it good? How'd he look? Where did it happen?
Was it wonderful? Was "
Buffy interrupted her. "It was wow," she sighed. "Hard and hot and fierce and
passionate. I still have bruises."
Willow bounced in her seat. "Ooh! This is so great!"
"What's so great?" Xander said, joining his two best friends. He started to eat, but
changed his mind when the food seemed to crawl away on its own.
"Oh! Um Buffy got an 'A'," Willow lied. "In uh, health."
"Willow!" Buffy said. But Xander hadn't noticed, he was too busy playing with his food.
He missed her.
It had only been a few hours since Buffy had left his bed, but Spike missed her with his
whole being. Grumbling to himself, he tried to get comfortable. He needed to sleep in
order to preserve his strength for the coming night. The night he declared the Slayer as
He acknowledged the dangers associated with claiming a human, dangers from predators,
dangers from competitors, dangers from the mortal world. But those dangers were
nothing compared to the feel of the Slayer's body beneath his, responding to his touch,
craving it as much as he craved hers.
"Hey, Giles," Buffy said, entering the library after school for training. "Your Slayer is
here, ready, willing and able to beat your tweed behind."
"Er hello, Buffy," Giles said, stepping out of his office. "Be-before we get started, I-I-I
wanted to let you know that Angel will be in-in town tonight."
"What for?" Buffy asked, a twinge of pain in her heart.
"He has come across several books for me," Giles told her.
"Why doesn't he just mail them?" Buffy asked. "Or go the brownie route."
"Um..." Giles said, confused by her words. "They are-are much too important to rely on
the postal service."
Buffy sighed. That would teach her not to say things were going good. "Thanks for the
update, Giles. Now, let's get crackin' cuz I got a hot date tonight."
"Date?" Giles asked.
"Four letter word, rhymes with late, which is what I'm going to be if we don't get
started," Buffy said, opening the weapons locker and taking out a staff.
"Do you think that it is wise?" Giles said. "After your previous experiences with dating, I
"Chill, Giles," Buffy said. "He's not going to interfere with my sacred duty, he's not
going to lose his soul and he's not going to get killed because of me."
"I'm going to get killed because of that bloody girl," Spike swore as he got out of bed.
What little sleep he had gotten was plagued with erotic dreams that woke him up with a
painful arousal. He made his way into the plush bathroom and stepped into the shower.
As the water coursed over his body, Spike thought back to the last time the Slayer had
been claimed. It had given him great delight to try and take her away from his sire. Even
when Angelus had come back into the fold, he'd gone after her, succeeding in making a
truce to take his sire down. But when he'd come back to Sunnydale, running from his
feelings for Drusilla, his sire's claim on Buffy was still evident.
It wasn't until Angel had left her here, alone, that Spike had triumphed.
Humans found the concept of possessing another immoral, degrading. With vampires, it
was a form of protection and commitment, giving one's own life for the human involved.
Some vampires even claimed another vampire, as Spike did Drusilla after Angelus
forfeited her. But he'd lost that claim to his sire once he'd returned.
Snapping out of his reverie, Spike turned off the shower and dressed in his usual black
jeans, T-shirt, red button down and boots. With a quick glance to the front of the store,
he saw that the sun was down. Sliding on his duster, Spike went in search of something to
Buffy grinned and wiggled her toes. She was lounging in a bubble bath, preparing for
what she hoped to be another wow of a night. As much as she loathed to admit it, Spike
was a great guy. Her only hang up was that he was a cold blooded killer.
But so was she, if someone wanted to get technical.
She pulled the plug and steeped out of the tub Smiling at herself in the mirror, Buffy
began her hair and makeup. She wasn't going to get too dressed up, after all, she still had
to patrol and her clothes would be coming of anyway.
Humming to herself as she dressed, Buffy wondered what Spike was doing, besides
feeding off of the innocent.
Spike was having fun.
It had been over a month since he got into a knock-down, drag-out fight and this one was
a beauty. The local 'constabulary,' consisting of eight vampires, had been sent to remove
the 'Spike situation' again, as he was told by one of the uglies he was fighting.
"The sound of breaking bones," Spike said as he snapped one of the vampire's legs.
"Music to my ears."
Grabbing the next nearest attacker, Spike spun them both just as another tried to stake
him in the back. The vamp he was holding burst into dust. Spike snatched the stake out
of the other's hand before the air had a chance to clear.
Whirling , he lashed his foot out, catching the newly unarmed vamp across the face,
sending him crashing to the ground. A fourth one wrapped his arms around Spike's neck,
but the peroxide blond shoved the stake under his arm, catching the attacker off guard.
Spike grinned happily as he exploded into dust.
He dove and rolled as a fifth swung a stop sign like a sword, landing in a crouch next to
the one with the broken leg. "Hello, mate," Spike greeted cheerfully as he grabbed the
downed vampire's arm and broke it in two. "Stay put, I have a message for you," he
instructed, bouncing lightly to his feet.
He shot one arm out and caught the pole attached to the stop sign as the vampire tried to
behead him again. With a wink, Spike shoved the sign back, causing the metal pole to
embed itself in his opponent's stomach.
"That's gotta hurt," he said sarcastically. He ducked as the attacker whose stake Spike
had stolen threw a punch. "Thought you could sneak up on me, eh mate?" he asked,
launching his own series of punches, ending with a stake to the heart.
Three of the good squad had been hanging back, but now with two of their brethren down
and three dusted, they charged. Spike went down as they tackled, loosing the stake, but
he quickly rolled to his feet. Immediately, he shot his foot out to the right. The vamp he
caught with his kick went flying back, hitting the alley wall.
He ducked as another swung, then grabbed the extended arm and twisted, throwing the
vamp over Spike's shoulder to the ground. He removed a stake from his pocket, one
Buffy had left behind that morning, and dusted him. At the same time, he extended his leg
back, knocking the remaining tag team member away.
Somersaulting forward, Spike sprang to his feet and pick up the vampire he'd thrown
against the alley wall. He headbutted the vamp, then threw him at the last standing one.
They fell to the ground in a heap.
Exhilarated, Spike grabbed the pole of the stop sign still embedded in one of the attackers.
He pulled and it came out with a squishing sound, along with several non-used organs.
"Sorry 'bout that," Spike said, then swung the stop sign, cleaving off the bleeding
He continued the spin, using the sign as momentum and launched it at the reaming two.
Spike followed right after it, punching and staking them in quick succession.
Brushing off his pants, Spike stood and sauntered over to the last of the vampires, who
had followed the master's instructions and had not moved. He cradled his broken arm,
decidedly nervous at the barely injured Spike.
"Now then, mate," he said, pocketing the stake and helping the injured vamp to his feet.
"I have a message for you to deliver. Tell Trick that I'm not leaving. Ever." The other
vampire nodded. "Good. Go off with you now," he gestured towards the end of the
alley. The vamp shot Spike a frightened glance, then began to hobble off. He got to the
mouth of the alley when Spike's voice halted him.
"One more thing," he said. "The Slayer I'm staking my claim on her. She's mine." The
last was said with deadly intent, and the other vampire shivered, then continued on his
"Why do you look like you just ate James Van Der Beek?"
"What's that, pet?" Spike asked the Slayer, clearly confused. It was still early when they
had 'accidentally' run into each other in the park, and Buffy was amused by his joyful air.
"Dawson? From Dawson's Creek, the TV show?" Buffy clarified.
"You know, he would be someone I would like to eat," Spike replied. "Annoying bugger.
I like that Pacey bloke, though. Banging the teacher " he grinned at the thought. "The
guy who plays him what's his bloody name he was in those Ducks movies with Billy
the Kid. Now, there's a mate I admire."
"You knew Billy the Kid?" Buffy asked incredulously. "I thought you were in Europe for
most of your unlife."
"I meant the actor, pet," he answered. "One of the Sheens. The father was in Apocalypse
Now and Gettysburg, both marvelous pictures if I recall."
"Oh," Buffy said, feeling like the dumbest blond in the world. "My bad." Spike only
flashed a sexy grin and rocked back on his heels. "So um, why do you have such a
"Can't a chap be in a good mood without causing suspicion?"
"If it were anyone else but you."
"Maybe I'm thinking about what I'm going to do to you in about thirty seconds," he
Buffy flushed and her breath caught in anticipation. Her tongue shot out unconsciously,
moistening her lips and her heart began to thump in her chest.
Spike could hear her heart racing, the blood pounding in her veins. In three quick steps he
had her in his arms, brutally punishing her mouth with his own. He pushed his hands into
her hair, tangling the strands on his long fingers, holding her face to his. He couldn't get
enough of her.
Buffy slid her arms around his narrow waist, under his coat and gripped his black T-shirt.
The coolness of his lips was in sharp contrast with her own, sending bolts of longing and
hunger through her system. He broke the kiss, moving one hand to push her coat and
shirt from her left shoulder. He began to kiss his was up the side of her neck, latching
onto her ear, nibbling and sucking the pierced lobe. She arched into him and he growled
deep in his throat at the contact.
Spike moved back down the slope of her neck, his features transforming. He sliced the
surface of her skin with his fangs, then let his face slide back into its human mask, licking
and sucking where the blood welled. Buffy shivered at the touch of his fangs, but not out
of fear. The slight pain she felt was instantly replaced by intense pleasure as his tongue
worked its magic on her creamy skin. She inhaled sharply as he gently bit her shoulder
with his blunt teeth, pushing her hands up under his shirt in excitement.
Her warm fingers skimmed over his back, lightly scratching with her nails. He raised his
head and gave Buffy another searing kiss, only to tear his mouth away to convey his desire
with a harsh voice.
"I want you. Now."
Spike was the first to break the hushed silence. "Cor, luv. I'm surprised I haven't bloody
combusted because of you."
Buffy blushed as she unwrapped her legs from around his waist and lowered to the
ground. Spike took a deep, unneeded breath, then adjusted their clothing. He planted a
hard, possessive kiss on her lips, then stepped back, a slightly dazed, wild gleam in his blue
eyes. He started to say something, but changed his mind, lighting up a cigarette instead.
"Those things'll kill you," Buffy said with a straight face. He blinked and then frowned as
his mind tried to catch up with what she said. She started to giggle, leading to an all-out
laugh as a light came on behind his eyes.
"Very funny, Slayer," he said, talking a deep drag. "You should be more concerned for your own health."
"Are you going Basic Instinct on me?" she asked, clearly non-pulsed by his words. "Because let me tell you, I can take you any day."
"I beg to differ, kitten," he replied. "After all, I just 'took' you here in the park."
She tried to sputter a response, but failed miserably, her face turning red once again. Spike chuckled at her discomfort, then threw his arm around her shoulder and escorted her from the park. "What now, pet?"
"I still have to make a run through my usual haunts," she said. "And I promised I'd meet up with Faith to compare damage statistics."
"Faith? That the other Slayer? The one that replaced the bird Dru offed?" Spike asked.
"It just so sends tinglies my way to hear you talk about Kendra that way," Buffy said, semi-angrily. "She was my friend, and I don't appreciate it that your ex-ho killed her!"
"A bit touchy, aren't we, luv?" he asked. "Slayers are born to die. I don't have any say in the matter."
She snorted derisively. "You don't have any say? What about the two you killed?"
"Yeah, well if I hadn't a killed them, I wouldn't have met you, now would I?" Spike said defensively. He was slowly become angry with her.
"Oh, that's great logic," she said sarcastically. "That's like stealing cases of pop to get the coupon for a free one."
Spike stopped walking and looked at her. "What? Now you're not making any bloody sense."
"Oh, so now I'm dumb?" Buffy asked, hands on her hips.
"Stop putting words in my mouth!" Spike snapped at her.
"Then stop acting like a jerk!"
They fumed at each other, both their eyes flaring, until the vampire dropped his gaze and swore. "This is bloody ridiculous. I'm standing in the middle of the street, arguing with the Slayer about nothing, when I can think of about a million things I'd rather be doing to her."
"Uh, hello, I'm right here," Buffy said, annoyed.
"Er right," Spike said, giving her a sheepish grin. "Sorry 'bout that."
Buffy threw her hands in the air in exasperation. "What is it with me and vampires?"
"Must be our charm," he replied. "Or our sexy, never changing looks."
"Who said you were sexy?" she asked, innocently, their fight forgotten. "I'd kill them for lying to you."
Spike tried to give her an irritated look, but spoiled it with a smile. "Touché, Slayer."