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A Sweet Dream	By : Lasher2a Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 2297 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~This is my version of �School Hard�, if you�ve watched the episode we don�t get a lot of background on characters I found interesting like Sheila, so I gave the girl a little more life before shmpedmped. This story is all B/S with respect but only barely to X/W, W/O,C/A anD. ~D. ~

~Disclaimer- Joss and company own these characters and the scripts but I play with they�re thoughts and moments when the cameras should have been rolling.~

In the beginning�

Perhaps everything all of it was just a dream, but the feelings were real, so real. Buffy stirred in her bed. And then the dreams began-

At first it had merely been a replay of her ridiculous Xander dance except that this time half way thru he turned into the Master.

She tried to scream but instead he just grabbed her and went for her neck. But before he could turn her into dinner she pushed him away with all her strength and when she saw him fall to the ground he wasn�t the Master at all-it was Angel.

She didn�t go to him; she just watched his pain of not understanding her.

�Now that�s not nice to do to soul-boy, love. Look at him all hurt cause his honey�s rejected him�� said the voice at her ear.

She lookewn awn at Angel, his confusion at her actions pronounced.

�Who are you?� her voice sounded more like a moan.

�I am different, then anything you�ve had before, little girl and I�ll have you at my knees soon.�

And then the scene would change for a moment.

The roar of a car engine, it was black but not slick or new, it was an old style car, she didn't recognize. She couldn't see

him clearly, just an outline of a body, a black leather duster and a cigarette smoke. He wasn't big or imposing but just compact with movements that were sleek, smooth like a cat and caught the eye. His hair was blonde, in no way natural and the result of many bleachings. He didn't turn to look at her.

Somewhere there was music and she moved in time to it. She brushed up against him, longing to sink her face in the duster and catch the smell of leather.

Her hands drifted over it until, she still dancing her hands touched the soft fabric of his t-shirt. Hold old hands touched hers and guided her slowly over his body to his waist. He removed his hands waiting for her next move and it took a moment to realize that she really didn't have one. Impatiently he grabbed her hand and moved it over the front of his jeans, he moaned and she sighed.

His touch made her feel like a woman, older so much older than her age.

He grabbed her, so strong to face him and quick.

His head turned down but she couldn�t see his face, it was hidden by the dark. But she knew that when he bent down it wasn�t just to kiss her, his mouth contained little daggers and they hungered more than any greedy mouth. She turned her head exposing her neck and swallowed hard.

Dream lover.

She woke with a scream in her throat, catching it before it escaped and alerted her oblivious mother to her almost torment. She was sweating thru her bedclothes and her throat was completely dry. Her heart raced and she felt like she needed to hold onto to something for fear of being swept away with a dream, the vampire of her dreams.

This dream had haunted her since she�d returned home to go back to school.

At first she�d been convinced that this was just some part of the being dead for one-minute thing but now she wasn�t so sure.

And one thing was for certain, it was a vampire, but like none she'd ever known. Sweet, sweet Angel it was the hope of his kisses that felt like something strong and sturdy to cling to.

Although Angel was everything to her, he wasn�t there enough to make this creature go away and stop her from wondering what was going on. And she couldn�t share him with anyone; she couldn�t bear to know what they thought of her.

She was drawn to him, maybe this was just a dream but it was all so real.

Okay, so prophecy type dreams come with the slayer package but usually they were distorted strange and not really

big with the making sense. But something deep down told her that she was seeing a clear slice of the future and she

was almost more scared by the clarity of it.

This wasn�t right, feeling this way, wanting him so, it just wasn�t clean.

He wasn't her type, not a hint of GQ about him, not kind or sweet and certainly the whole no-soul kill people thing

was a turn off, right? And it was and it really wasn't.

Later nearby�

Cold, wet tears hit his bare chest, she sobbed as if the world was ending and she couldn't bear to let it go.

Sometimes she was just this simple, Spike thought, beautiful sweet vampire child waking in the night screaming about a horrible nightmare. Her fists beat against his chest not pushing or punishing, it was just her fear and need to make it all stop.

Holding her in the back of his car, he�d tried to soothe her when she woke but nothing would stop her whimpering screams. They would arrive soon another night of driving perhaps and they would arrive at the Hellmouth.

"Darling, what is it?" he whispered stroking her tangled hair.

"Falling, falling..." she sang out lightly from a song he'd heard years before.

"Dru, I swear I'll make you well but if you've seen something, useful, tell me, pet." His lips began kissing her hair.

"It's all ending, my dearest and you so far away. She dances and moves to the tune but she doesn't know, does she?"

"No, she doesn't, I won't even pretend to understand you." He muttered under his breath.

She whimpered softly.

He sighed. "You need others of your own kind, don't you? It's time, dearest to find out where we belong."

"I'm sorry, Spike, I really am, but I changed it, I've changed it all." Her voice was dark but he could almost hear a laugh in it.

He didn't answer and after a few minutes he felt sleep overtake her. It was time to find out what the Hellmouth was going to do for them and to do that comfortably he needed to remove the slayer.

That evening sleep had forced him to pull over hours before he was use to, the road was empty and he found a quiet spot near a rest stop. It had been so easy to slip in beside Dru; she didn�t stir or move as he did so. At first he fought sleep knowing full well that the dreams would begin again.

The dreams were sweet torture; filled with a girl whose name he didn�t even know but he suspected her profession.

Slayer.

Their journey to Sunnydale had been almost uneventful, a few skinny girls, hitchhikers meant to tempt his beloved into health but it was no good.

A week earlier he�d been trying to find a cure a fruitless effort in every way when it was suggested that he go �home�. It was Drucilla, she�d awoken him one night with more life in her then he had seen in months and grabbed him by the throat. With a smile and strength he remembered she whispered that needed to leave immediately for the Hellmouth.

�If we leave now, it�s all going to be different. The Hellmouth is singing such pretty songs and it wants us. And this time I�ll be a good girl for Daddy.� She purred.

He enjoyed the light in her eyes and reached out to kiss her. She backed away from his touch and her look told him to pack the car immediately.

But even as a plan formed in his head it took all of his strength to stop the thoughts of way they'd touched in hreamream.

He was bad and evil but when he looked at her his blood lust was abated and increased all at once.

The thought of her roused desire within him and he closed his eyes wanting her image to leave him and restore his betraying body.

The next day...Outside Sunnydale High...

Xander:�As long as nothing really bad happens until then, you�ll be fine.

�Come on Buffy, I�m sure with lots of knocking on wood, that Xander�s �nothing bad will happen curse� will be lifted. Also Snyder is challenging you and Sheila to work to together on this whole Parent Teacher night thing. � Willow encouraged.

Xander Harris, the king of jinx Buffy moped as they walked out of school, just another thing to look forward to.

Oh, sure like it wasn�t bad enough that Snyder was blackmailing her with the whole Parent Teacher Night. If she didn�t come thru it was explosion for Buffy. And she hated to admit it but things had been pretty boring latelythe the Hellmouth, yes, and was the first real challenge she�d had for while.

Oh, sure there was always some vamps and gross demons to slay but no real confrontations. And as for physical confrontations Angel well, that king of vague was being as usual absent.

She thought with the immorality and not having a real job or responsibilities that he would have time to just hang. But he didn�t. He was probably just sitting somewhere brooding, cute of course, but boring.

�It�s not that he�s blackmailing us with the threat of expulsion, or not just that. I guess the whole not sleeping thing, with the whole Snyder�s bad student contest is making less with the fun and more with the slightly cranky. I mean look at Sheila does she have these problems?� Buffy asked pointing toward the brunettewho was getting in Meatpie�s car. She looked back at Buffy with something that looked like a sneer.

�Meatpie, oh yeah, he was expelled from schoolcondcond grade, if I remember right. As far as I know he�s never been convicted of any felony and I guess that makes him still quite a catch in Sheila�s trailer living family.� Xander mused.

�Sheila has enough trouble making sure that all of her tattoos are spelled correctly. And she doesn�t just have problems; I think she is the problem. Come on, tell me what�s up?� Willow implored her.

�Nothing, really, nothing.� She tried to sound completely fine, must be normal happy Buffy.

�Is it Angel? I guess vampires don�t make the best boyfriends, I mean when was the last time he even took you out?� She tried to feel out her friends dark look.

�He�s not the date type, Willow. He shows up we fight the bad guy and then he�s gone. It�s not Angel, he�s perfect completely and totally perfect. I mean I lead a dangerous life and all the end of the world stuff, right? I didn�t choose it, none of it if I�d had my choice I�d be nice oblivious Buffy. But Sh she she chose it.�

Willow stared at Buffy trying to understand her friends less than helpful statements. She could tell that Buffy was in some conflict inside, and that was the happy school Buffy thing was an act.

�Buffy, there�s a big difference between smoking in the bathroom and staking a vampire. Sheila�s just trying to fill up whatever�s wrong with her by doing all that stuff. She doesn�t know anything about real badness or evil, if she did she�d run away and faBut But at least she�ll get voted most likely to be in prison by 21.�

�Yeah, and according to Snyder I�ll be second runner up. I just wonder what it�s like��

�What�s like?�

�To be a bad girl, a real bad girl.� Buffy�s mouth curled into a small smile.

�Oh,� Willow answered. �But don�t you think being a bad girl is kind of, I don�t know? Bad?�

�I don�t know, I�ll never know, I have my calling and the need to pass History so my path is set. No bad girl life for me, or bad boys.�

�Oh, well bad boys I�m sure they�re not everything they�re cracked up to be. Cause of the badness? And Angel�s a vampire, major bad boy-ness, but in
a nice soulful way, of course. So he�s not so bad at all.� Willow tried to pick up on what Buffy was really getting at but all she got from Buffy was a blank look.

�And I don�t like that type, I like the nice guy type. Yeah, that�s what I like, sweet, kind and full of an actual soul. And no bad girl-ness for me, because I�m the slayer and not the kind girl who�d just fall for some bad boy who she didn�t know and have sexy dreams of.� Her voice was determined.

�Sexy dreams? Buffy, are you all right? Is there something or someone going on?� Her friend�s voice woke her letting her know that everything was not okay.

�No, it�s like I said, nothing.� Her unconvincing voice was no bigger ta wha whisper.

Buffy put on her sunglasses and Willow knew that Buffy was done with the talking.

Later that night, The Anointed One�s Warehouse�.

The lovely gown Dru wore swept gracefully on the ground, she was a child again her face lost in a sweet smile. Her body moved to music that only she could hear and she seemed so happy lost in her own completely deranged thoughts. He tried to smile back but didn�t, a part of him always wanted to grab her, pin her down on a bed and cover her with kisses but he didn�t.

The factory seemed as good as any place to take over, he knew that Dru would need others of their kind and he needed help baby-sitting her.

The Anointed vamp�s were staring to thin out and they�d need a new leader and a certain feast would soon be upon them. This set up was working out to be just perfect.

The only fly in the ointment was the slayer and the dreams of her that were causing him to dwell on thoughts that did not involve killing her.

He�d even tried to imagine her as a vampire, yellow eyes and lack of humanity, but it didn�t matter she was still the stuff of sweaty dreams.

They had yet to meet but having her invade his dreams made him wonder if this wasn�t some sort of fate.

He laughed at the thought of fate, the only fate the slayer had was to die at his hands hopefully soon aith ith as much kicking and screaming as possible.

On the way home Spike picked up something for Dru to eat, hoping that combined with the dolls would put a smile on his girl�s face, and of course knowing the hae had been a good boy would be another point for him. And if he was lucky enough and she was rested enough they�d make love until he was too exhausted to dream-of the slayer. He doubted that.

At first he�d convinced himself that it was due to her weakness and how frail she looked but deep down he knew better and something told him that she knew asl. l. Sometimes her eyes would flicker with such hatred as if she could read his thoughts and dreams.
He took her hand and danced witr, lr, lost in her happy joy and listening to her sweet singing voice. Her lips were so close but he knew that they were cold without life, he turned his head. Her fingers moved over his face and paused near the small cut she�d made earlier.

�So dark, my Spike, its all so dark and she�s different, I can feel it. The others were weak but she has power and she�s warm, you like that?� Her sharp fingernails reopened the small wound making it deeper, but she did not drink, only watched the blood flow.

�Yeah, I like my food hot, but she�s just a slayer, Dru, nothing special. The Anointed brat wants her dead and that�s that. So we�ll settle into our new digs, make nice with the locals, I�ll kill the slayer and all�s right with the world.�

She laughed throwing herself full force onto the four poster bed, �My sweet, sweet boy, I need you to kill her now, don�t wait, not even for an instant.�

�I told you got to get settled in, not sure I trust the brat�s minions and I can�t just jump the slayer in an alley, I need to study her.� He flopped down next to her but was careful not wrinkle her pretty dress.

�The pretty maid with blonde hair, but remember she�s not to be trusted, she�s just barely alive. She thinks she knows so much, lamb to the slaughter.� She giggled.

He laughed and turned toward her he removed a curly strand of hair from her eyes, �My lovely Dru, you must rest, promise me.�

�I�m not tired, I need you to see what she is, Spike and kill her, do it now, in front of me. I want to dance with the pretty pieces you cut her up in.�

�Soon, pet, soon, that�s what I want and then we�ll get you all well.� His voice was almost graveled.

Her nails dug into his chest, �Don�t think I don�t know, I can smell her on you. You have to do it Spike! Do it or you�ll ruin all my fun.�

She rose up in her anger and straddled him, her eyes full of hatred, danger and even fear. Her face turned into a demon, with a swift move he toppled her and pinned her in his place. Her seemingly weak wrists fought him but he held firm.

He thought he saw tears in her burning eyes as she spoke, �Don�t fail me, or we are all doomed and you most of all, my love, my Spike.�

Later same night, Summer�s Home�.

The cr�me rinse from the mall went into the trash, after her mother left and she decided to formulate a plan to explain her lack of good student ness.

What I don�t want is to be disappointed in you, again.

Thanks, Mom for the prep talk, why not �He �Hey, Buffy, even if you get sucky grades, flunk out, and set the gym on fire, again, I�ll love you anyway honey.� For some reason it just doesn�t happen more than once in a lifetime.

Or ever.

Teachers, scary principals and a librarian who thinks its cool to remind her that saving the world is her sacred duty, is not exactly what every other girl in school has to deal with.

And her mind drifted back to the simple Meatpie loving Sheila, who didn�t have these cares. Sneaking out to her meant going to see a boy or going to a party, not killing a boy from your History class causes he�s a vampire now or breaking up vampire killing parties at the Bronze.

Sheila had the easy life; Buffy had lots of the not easy life and blood in clothing.

Sheila was probably in the back seat of Meatpies car experiencing unprotected teenage sex or heavy petting but not Buffy, she was pinning at her window for a vampire boy who seeme sho show up only for danger, not kisses.

Of course there was the really bad boy vampire who just invaded her dreams but let�s face it she was held by her duty to stake him, not date him.

Why couldn�t her Mom understand that she was doing her best and in order to do that she needed to cut a few classes and not be a super star student?

But understanding equals communication and telling her Mom about the slayer job was something to be avoided at all costs.

She shrugged just another thing to add to the list; of stuff Buffy doesn�t tell the people she cares about.

Next day�afternoon�Sunnydale High�

�So Sheila, are you big with the painting of signs or the hanging of signs?� Buffy asked looking at the nearly completed banner. Sheila had arrived a few moments earlier looking well, trashed, not exactly the kind of sign making help Buffy was hoping for.

�Neither,� she said smacking gum and sitting down nearby.

�Well, we can finish the sign and hit lit later. And by we, I really meant, me, cause you look really� tired. Are you alright?�

�Late night, or early morning, not sure which, school is just way too something to make me show on time.�

Buffy joined her on the couch, Sheila�s eyes were red from not sleeping and the smell from her was something like beer and shoe polish.

�Yeah, I know what you mean, I�ve had some pretty late nights myself.� Buffy commented.

�Sure, whatever, come on, what you and your friendsy ouy out late fixing each others hair and reading Cosmo? Soat hat happened to your friends?�

�Willow and Xander had class, you know for grades and stuff? You�d be surprised by my late nights, believe me.� She stammered.

�Really? Okay, last night I was in a bar fight with this girl over her boyfriend, who I took to his car and gave him a blowjob while she was in the bathroom crying. And I didn�t even like him and that all happened before ten. I ended the evening breaking into cars looking for enough money to get high and that�s why I�m late and red eyed. How about you Buffy? Any blowjobs, theft or anything on your late nights?� Sheila voice full of sarcastic truth.

�Oh, no but I see your point, but was it fun, last night?� She asked her voice sounding way too sweet and innocent.

�Yes, it was, I don�t wait like some people for the fun, Buffy, I go out and I get it, causu juu just never know.�

�What?� Studying Sheila�s suddenly sad face.

Sheila shrugged, �You don�t know when its gonna be all over, I just wanna live before I die. You know? When I want something I just go and get it.�

She turned away from Sheila but deep down she knew she was right. It could all be over at any moment, hadn�t it already been over once before?

Sheila had figured out something she hadn�t, she had to have fun as long as she could. She closed her eyes and saw the vampire from her dreams
and breathed deeply. Her life felt so empty, when she thought of all the things she�d never done and maybe would never do.

As a slayer she lived with death every day but how often had she really lived? They were all going to go to the Bronze tonight, a night filled with dancing, studying and waiting for Angel to appear. And Sheila, she would be living doing what she wanted to do.

Buffy had doubts on who was having the better night.

Later that night�the Bronze�

Willow was t But Buffy couldn�t focus, French was well French to her and it simply refused to make sense. In a million billion years who would care if Buffy Summers could speak with the perfect accent or make any sense?

But it wasn�t just the cool music and the good friends distracting her from the mind numbing studying, it was the feeling.

She�d felt the feeling before of course, you know, vampire slayer and all but this was so different.
She could feel these eyes on her but whenever she turned to see whom it was all she saw were shadows or no one.

Whatever this wasn�t just a vampire thing, it was a sexy thing; it made her aware of her body and her good hair day.

When Xander offered to save them from 12 minutes of studying she was happy to hit the dance floor and let her eyes wander over the crowd.

Spike�

He listened intently to every word she said, smiling at her badly spoken French and mentioning something about a guy who didn�t show.

She was so typical, just a girl but in reality so much more. She was so incredibly lovely, how could she be waiting for a boy?

A girl like that should have them waiting on her hand and foot telling how beautiful she looks and begging her to dance with them.

The club was filled with complete idiots, and prime example of that was the idiot that they had brought with them.

The pathetic sod had been dancing by himself because each girl he�d approa had had given him a quick brush off.

Spike thought perhaps this was his chance, he�d swoop in ask the slayer to dance. He smiled imagining they�re bodies close, hands, arms
and legs brushing up against each others, meeting each others eyes, talking without words.

And that�s when he�d do it when she was log atg at him with wonder maybe even some attraction; he�d lean down, pull her close and sink tee teeth into her.

He could feel her tiny body swoon under him,
too surprised by his death kiss to even care. And that would be it, she�d be gone, forever. It would be so easy, so simple.

He cleared his throat, standing nearly behind her, he took one step but before he takes another, the pathetic idiot came back and took the girls to dance. He stepped up to the table to where they had been hoping to catch the smell of her perfume.

He watched her not able to take his eyes off her dancing body.

I-I-I did a stupid thing last night

I called you, a moment of weakness

No, not a moment more like three months of weakness

I�m one step away from crashing to my knees

I�m one step away from spilling my guts to you�

Buffy�

Of course she noticed him, her body brushed near Xander�s as she tried to engage Willow into dancing with them but out of the corner of her eyes,
she saw her man from the shadows. Her breathing sped up, she moved a little slower raising her arms as she danced but still making sure he was watching her. He moved so slowly across from her watching her every move, he was intent on her.

It made her feel strangely alive, these eyes different eyes then Angel�s or any mans she�d ever known making her body move.

She didn�t smile or let on that she noticed him, he was hunting her, and she was waiting. For a dangerous vampire he seemed almost shy, what was he afraid of her? If he was a truly dangerous, he�d present himself telling her what he was and what he wanted.

He stepped toward some hulking guy whispering to him, when she turned to look again the hulk was gone and he was smiling, smiling at her.

She turned away taking Xander�s hands and brushing her backside against him.

He couldn�t tell if she�d noticed him, he watched her so open and obvious but she didn�t even seem to notice.

Her body moved so slowly on the dance floor and she was far too close to the idiot boy for his liking.

Well, he thought, he was just going to have to do something to get her attention away from the boy, wasn�t he?

He moved toward the supposedly old but incredibly boring vampire who�d opposed him earlier and told him to get some food.

He turned toward her smiling and watched her rub herself up against the idiot boy.

That was all he could take, he moved toward them and said in a booming voice she could hear,
�Where�s the phone? I need to call the police, there�s a guy out there trying to bite someone.�

His voice rang in her ears, she turned caught her first clear site of him, and what game was he playing? She didn�t have time to guess, if there was someone in need of help, a hot looking vampire wasn�t gonna make them any safer. She bounded for the door of the Bronze, checking the alley quickly for anyone bitey or who looked like a potential meal. And that�s when she saw the hulking vampire ready to take a bite out of a young girl in a sundress. He had her by the neck pushing back her head as he opened his mouth; he actually looked ready to lick her first.

Gross.

She grabbed him by his neck and threw him to the ground; he reared up quickly letting out a small growl.

She wanted to make a smart comment about his dated clothes, a cardigan sweater, but before she could he picked her up and all she could see was �Tow Away� before she hit a large metal door.

He heard her call to her friends to bring her a stake as she fought the vampire he�d sent after her, a wide smile on his face as he watched her deal so efficiently with the much slower dumber of his kind. Even when it looked like maybe he�d gotten the drop on her,
she kicked him square in the face, and he couldn�t help but laugh out loud. But then the dumb bloodsucker made an even bigger mistake
by calling out to him.

�Spike, give me a hand.� Pleaded the over matched vamp.

Spike was now positive that if the capable slayer didn�t kill him that he would and a stake thru the heart was too good for that idiot.

Buffy turned her head when she heard the name, �Spike.� That was his name? He was there? In the shadows watching?

Then Xander arrived tossing her a stake at the perfect moment to take out the cardigan-wearing vamp.

And that�s when she saw him, revealing himself fully from the shadows, under the bright streetlight, clapping and smiling as he approached her.
And she knew even before he spoke that something unique had just entered her life. They�re eyes met, her mouth went dry as she stared at him.

He made the usual bad guy comment about killing her but he didn�t take his eyes off of her for one second.

She approached him, ready to show him that she wasn�t afraid of him but even when she spoke to him her voice sounded hollow and thin.

�I know you.,� she whispered toward him, her eyes not believing completely.

She could kid herself, when he was in her dreams but not under a street lamp with her friends in the distance.

He was real and now he was ready to play.

�Know me, love, do you?� he whispered back. His head tilted toward her as he smiled.

�He said Spike, it�s you, isn�t it?� Her voice was heavy and deep.

He laughed, �I wanted to see what I was up against.� He was close to her now, and he reached out his hand.

�But the dream, I don�t�� She couldn�t stop staring at him, his burning eyes, handsome face and deep voice. She felt lost in him and his powerful gaze; it wasn�t thrall but something else, something real.

She watched his hand reach out to her, the smile on his face and she couldn�t think or move.

�Buffy?� Xander called in the distance, she turned toward him and when she looked back, Spike was gone.

Later�same night�

�Wait, what�s your name?� She called after him.

He laughed to himself as his prey followed him down the alley; she caught up with him and touched his coat lightly.

�Hey, where are you going?� Sheila asked turning him around to see his face.

�I�m headed home, wanna come?� He offered still walking.

�Sure, got anything to drink, or smoke?� She asked her voice flirting.

He grabbed her arm and pinned her up against a wall, �I�ve got lots of candy for good little kiddies.�

She smiled, �Yeah? Then lets go, where�s your car?�

He pointed toward the Desoto parked nearby and she laughed. He let her go and she quickly got into the car waiting for him to join her.

He opened his car door and got in, even before he had the key in, the girl had stuck her tongue down his throat.

She tasted like gin, he�d known so many, many girls like her, ready and willing for anything. As he drove away, she tried to sit on his lap while he drove, and he pushed her off.

She giggled and instead stuck a warm hand down his pants, he groaned for the warmth and the feel of her silver rings as they touched him. She attacked his neck, trying her best to leave some mark on his white skin.

At a red light, he closed his eyes for a moment and gave into the sensation of her touch. But in his mind it was the slayer, her warm mouth and greedy little hands. He groaned loudly at the thought of her but stopped after the girl whispered �green light.�

He easily resisted her until he pulled up in front of the warehouse; she followed him without invitation inside the building.

She clung to Spike trying with all her might to get his attention with her mouth, ignoring her surroundings.

The warehouse appeared empty, the other vamps, probably out hunting or just watching in the shadows.

He smiled at her when they reached his bedroom with Dru, he opened the door, grabbed her by the neck and threw her in, and she fell at the feet of Dru.

�Dru, dear, I brought you something.� He offered stepping over the girl and going to retrieve some restraints from beside the bed.

Dru stared down at the girl, �Do you like dolls? I have beautiful dolls with beautiful dresses.�

Sheila smiled at her, �I think you�re beautiful, hey, what�s the deal here? I mean, are we gonna have some fun or what?�

Dru smiled, �Yes, we�re going to play with my dolls.�

�Well, honey I want two of whatever you�re on, hey, guy, I don�t even know you�re name, sorry.�

Spike turned toward her, grabbed her roughly and put the cloth restraints on her wrists, �My name is Spike and when you scream it, no one will hear you, cause next comes the gag.�

Sheila stared at the restraints she was now wearing and it was only when she saw Spike�s true face that she started to scream but only for a moment.

A little later, same evening�.Sunnydale High...

It was Willow who suggested that they contact Giles immediately and meet up at the library to game plan on the new evil in town.

Buffy had agreed even though the call of the night beckoned her to find Spike and figure it out for herself.

But of course doing that would raise the red flag that something was wrong and she wasn�t ready to do that. Instead they sat around and talked about
Spike�s strange name and how it would be nice to skip Saturday.

~Well, he can�t be worse then any other creature you�ve faced.

Before she could counter with a �Wanna bet?� She felt a cool breeze behind her and Angel came in, full of doom and gloom.

She ignored his �Spike will kill everything in his path� statement and instead asked him why she was stood up at the Bronze.

She had to remember that with Angel you couldn�t play any normal girl/boy games, he just didn�t get it. But he looked sexy in a black suit she hadn�t seen before. Nothing would have suited her better than to slip into his arms in that moment, she felt still strangely stirred by the events outside the Bronze.

After a few silly comments by herself and the group they turned toward Angel who had naturally left. She hated it when he did that.

And for once she agreed with Xander, Angel definitely was in need of a bell and collar. Even when she wanted Angel for a pure sweaty moment
he always seemed to head for the nearest exit.

Later�same night�Anointed Ones warehouse�

Chanting had never been one of his strong suits. For Spike any kind of allegiance or club smelled of control and he hated that.

He listened to the other pathetic vamps and pretended to add his voice to they�re annoying rites. If anyone had bothered to listen to him while he sang they�d realize he was actually singing Stairway to Heaven. He smiled toward the Anointed One and tried to focus his thoughts at the boring tasks at hand.

But his mind was filled with slayer thoughts; her tight barely clothed body invaded him.

He was told he should wait for Saturday for the night of Saint Somebody and then he could kill his slayer in peace. But remembering her beauty he knew that was a struggle and he wasn�t into patience.

It was time to gather his forces and find an end to the slayer as soon as possible. Waiting even another day meant another day of Dru�s petty torments
and dreams of a human he had no business entertaining. He slipped away from the happy chanting bunch and headed for his bedroom.
Dru was sound asleep, the bed filled with her precious dolls, her meal Sheila, was cold and dead at her feet. He pushed her off and Dru stirred
as he put an arm around her and her eyes opened slowly.

�My dinner was delicious and she told me all her secrets, so many sweet little secrets. When she wakes she�ll be one of us and she can tell you.�

He smiled, �Well, pet, I do love a good secret so what does your meal know?�

�She knows the slayer, deary and tomorrow night is Buffy�s big night. This is your chance, if you take it nothing and no one will stand in your way.�

�Shh, dear, don�t worry, I�ll take care of it. If tomorrow is the big night, I�ll get her.�

Her small hands encircled his throat, her grip was amazingly tight, �You�d better, you�ll never have a better chance and we�ll be saved. She�s pretty, isn�t she? My dinner told me so, blonde hair, sweet face and innocent. Even prettier than in my dreams. Not like your princess, your dark mistress, is she?�

He didn�t move, the pain from her grip was concentrated around his throat, �Dru, let go.�

�Close your pretty eyes, my Spike and you can sleep once she�s gone. But don�t dream, don�t ever, please.�

He sighed and her grip loosened finally and let his head hit the pillow and he willed himself not to dream.

The next evening�Sunnydale High�

It was quiet, way too quiet and things were going way too well. So far Buffy had managed to keep her mother and Principal Snyder away from each other for almost three hours and if she was lucky they�d never meet. Even Cordy was there to lend a hand or add an insulting remark about her skin care.

Didn�t anyone understand that it wasn�t easy to make a perfect parents night, prepare for a vampire uprising,
stop her mother from finding about her secret life, keep souled vampire guy interested, not disappoint Giles and not to mention fight an attraction to a bad boy vampire who wanted her dead. Her life was more than oil, water and stuff; it was a train wreck happening every day.

She turned away from the annoying Cordy and moved toward her mother trying to come up with more avoiding Snyder activities but her luck ran out
when he showed up and took her mother away. She�d had a feeling of overwhelming dread all night but now it was a reality, she could kiss her current social life goodbye and hope to see the sun in a couple of years.

The History of William the Bloody made Giles indeed wish that running away were a possibility.e ace accounts the Council gave of him were even more grim and filled with lots of �should be avoided at all costs.� Sipping tea he looked at the lovely Jenny and the less lovely Xander and hoped they would survive they�re encounter with this particularly nasty vampire.

He needed to get to Buffy and relate some other facts,
like how the only thing that Spike could be counted on to do was the complete unexpected. Killing two slayers was simply one of the many things that made him dangerous.

In the car now-

Buffy swallowed hard, she hadn�t seen that look on her mother�s face since the mice took up smoking in the gym at Hemery.

She shot Snyder an evil look and crossed the room to her mother. The room behind her went dark and something inside her almost jumped.

She turned in time to see Spike make his big entrance, and he was in game face.

What can I say? I couldn�t wait

She wasn�t ready, not nearly and she knew for a fact that it wasn�t Saturday, so what was the point? She didn�t have time for this or him.

Hey, big boy, can we postpone the big fight until after my mother decides to ground me?

She couldn�t help think it was a pretty cool entrance even as she threw a chair at him and guided her mother out of the room.

She collected a group of parents and put them in a classroom, she barred the door while the adults including Snyder reduced the whole incident
to pcp and gangs. Being in room with all of them was a fate worse than Spike so she escaped thru the ceiling.

Slayer? Here kitty, kitty�

He moved down the hall, moving like the predator he was telling his adversary exactly what he was planning on doing to her or her friends.

He�d only caught a quick glance at her when they entered, short white little skirt, tousled hair and even a hint of a smile on her face.

He was ready to end her big night with a big bang; he heard a small whimper coming from the utility closet and just as he was about to break that door down he was stopped by one of his minions. He heard delicate movements in the ceiling but it was tough to find exactly where she was.

After a few minutes he started to poke the ceiling with metal poles but still she eluded him. He heard a crash nearby and went to it.

Sheila, where have you been?

Sheila grabbed the ax and followed Buffy down the hall, making the hairs on the back of Buffy�s neck rise.

�Do you remember what I told you about living and doing what you want?� Sheila asked her.

�Yeah, cause you never know when your gonna die, right?�

Couldn�t Sheila just shut-up? She thought creeping down the hallway.

�Yup, that�s the plan.� She laughed.

�Come on, we�re all in danger, and if you don�t mind I�d like not to do the dying part right now.�

If Buffy had turned she would have seen the smile on Sheila�s face, and the determined glare with it.

Spike smiled at the sight of his sire, Angellus looked thin and gaunt, his current lifestyle must leave him half starved. He had Buffy�s idiot boy friend by the neck making like he was about ready to bite him.

Daddy still liked to play, huh?

Well, Spike knew how to really play. He knew just by the look on Angellus� face that he hadn�t fed in month�s maybe years. Didn�t he know that he was now the stuff of legend, nightmares for real vampires? Didn�t he know that Spike could smell the cow�s blood and something else besides that, something sweeter? Angel hadn�t changed a bit. He offered the neck of the idiot boy to him but he already knew, he could almost smell the stink of soul on him.

Buffy raised her stake as she headed down the hall with Sheila at her back waving a large ax. Giles called out to her, just as Sheila brought the ax down toward her neck. She fought off Sheila and staked the vampire who�d come to aid her with swift moves.

Sheila watching the other vampire turn to dust started to back away, �Buffy, I don�t want to die��

�Was it worth it, Sheila?� She asked her voice was soft.

�I didn�t have a choice, I guesnevenever did.�

She let Sheila slip away, the bad girl was gone and now the evil girl would live and kill out there somewhere. She hoped somewhere down deep that they would never meet again, this was one vampire she didn�t want to kill.

As Spike bent down to drink from the idiot boy offered, he readied his fist in the other hand.

The perfect hit across his face, he was pathetic trying to fool him into thinking he was into the big evil.

He�d watched Darla�s face when Angellus had been unable to perform in China, did he think she didn�t kiss and tell? Darla was a well-known gossip in vamp circles she made sure that everyone knew what he had become. He was simply surprised to find his sire still alive; he�d been lucky all these years. It actually made him sad to see what the great teacher of his youth had become, a lap dog to a girl, helping the helpless and probably taking guilty sips of rat blood to kill the thirst. He was unnatural and so pathetic.

Come on people, this isn�t a spectator sport!

He watched his minions go after Angellus with a smile, he knew the vamp would take them out quickly but it still bought him some time. He�d felt the slayer coming near him for quite a while. He turned slowly toward a door and saw her there, staring at him.

Do we really need weapons for this?

Did he see a smile on her face, or was it the light on her face? He didn�t know but he liked the sound of her voice when she said it.

They make me feel all manly�

His hand ran down his chest and rubbed against the front of his pants. She squirmed just a bit; did she remember him doing that with her hand in her dream?

She licked her dry lips and he smiled at her. There was nothing and no one more important in that moment and they were alone.

He dropped the metal poll as she dropped the ax.

He walked slowly to her; his leather duster was the loudest sound in the world. His words to her so full of hate and flirting, it made her ache for the moment when they touched, fist to fist. If he couldn�t kiss her, then killing her would have to do.

�You don�t strike me as the begging kind�<
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His deep dark voice melted her and she couldn�t help but smile at him, he was getting close to her. The air between them was now only a space and each of moved slowly toward each other knowing that the next touch would be a blow and a fight.

You shouldn�t have come here�

And she meant it, why confront her now when he�d had other better opportunities to do so? And why was she so affected by him, his accent, that body and even the game face didn�t stop her from wanting to touch him.

�I�ll make it quick, it won�t hurt a bit�

His offer though somehow sincere did not carry any weight with her. Did he really expect her to offer him her neck without a fight? Whatever he wanted from her he was going to have to fight to get, she wasn�t going to be easy.

No, Spike it�s gonna hurt a lot�

The first strike was his but he didn�t land it instead she tried to kick the legs out from under him but he jumped in the nick of time. She had to hold back the smile from her face as they fought. As fierce as any of her opponents had been, none of them had shown the skills he had. Each punch throw and kick was an added rush when you were fighting someone who was equal to the task. His assault was brutal like a street fight he didn�t hold back or stay within some style, he was warrior and each of them was the best. He picked her up; cool hands on her warm exposed stomach and threw her against the wall.

She got up and continued her assault sending several blows towards his head and one to his body but he caught her arm on that one and sent her flying into the way again. But before he could send a deathblow to her head she moved and watched his entire fist go into the wall.

Now that really hurt�

He picked up a beam and hit her hard, sending her flying to the ground and all she could do was stare as he approached her with the wood beam. His eyes blazing yellow, his lips curled into a smile, he raised up ready to strike.

The ax from behind hit him square on the head sending him to the ground in amazement. Her mother stood proudly over him ready to strike again if he dared to go after her little girl. Buffy couldn�t believe it. She couldn�t have been prouder.

Her mother pulled her into an embrace but Buffy could only watch Spike run away, knowing it wasn�t over and that on some level, it was just beginning.

Later same evening�Summer�s Home�

The attempted massacre at Sunnydale High was barely mentioned before a cheery report on the upcoming weather.

Buffy clicked off the television watching her mother slumber next to her. As she got up a bruise on her side reminded her that the evening�s aitieities were more than just footnote to the news.

After the drive home with her mother she�d found Angel at her bedroom window while she undressed. He seemed relieved to see her well and asked her how her battle with Spike actually went. He�d blushed, he�d already had his dinner and averted looking at her while she slipped into her pj�s, if he hadn�t she probably wouldn�t even have noticed. She wasn�t thinking about him.

She�d been almost tempted to confess the whole truth of Spike, about the dream and the aching feeling that this was more than a slayer thrall thing. He�d have crushed her in his arms, trying not to let her hear the fear and disappointment in his voice and then she�d know that something had died between them.

Instead, she lied.

She recounted the fight blow by blow, with even a hint of humor but without any of her true feelings. So, now she was lying to him and no matter how wrong it was she knew it was the right thing to do. eve evening had changed her something down deep, she had toht iht it and him. All she wanted in that moment was to close her eyes and hold Angel closely.

He had such a sweet face and smile. It was going to be alright, she just knew it.

But only for a moment and then it passed.

She closed her eyes as he held her and tried to make the darkness within her go away. Sweet Angel, he lived in all this despair with only his soul to keep him grounded. And sometimes she couldn�t even feel anything.

Death was inside of her and she didn�t know what to do with it. But she couldn�t let them know, her friends, boyfriend, mother or even Watcher, none of them.

In the blackness behind her eyes she could almost hear and feel the other one from her dreams. He was the true darkness, just like her own and it scared her.
It was coming, but not yet.

The next evening�The Anointed Ones Warehouse�

It was silly sunlight that made him really realize that he had failed on his mission. He tried to figure out a way to throw himself at the mercy of the Annoying Child but he felt too empty to even try.

He didn�t want some brat to decide his fate or tell him that he had failed, and he knew it well enough. Pacing around in the dark he thought of how close it had been, a few more blows and the lovely slayer could be dead right now. But she wasn�t alone; she had friends, an ax wielding mother and Angellus. He was going to have to spend some time pondering that one. In some way he�d been wrong or too slow to stop the slayer and now he was back at the beginning. She�d be there again in his dreams, all day while he tried to sleep and he�d wake trying to hide the evidence from Dru but she always knew.

Dru had been kind, sweet and understanding to his disappointment but deep down he knew she was really blamed him.

She had curled herself up against him all during their sleep as if she wanted to climb inside his skin. He moved her slightly to reach for cigarettes and a lighter near the bed. A knock at the door almost startled him and he got up quickly, he opened it sensing the presence before it entered the room.

�Hey,� she said her voice dull and hallow. Her body was warm from feeding; the corners of her mouth were caked with dried blood.

He pulled her into the room by her throat.

�You failed me Sheila, I sent you to hurt the slayer. One simple little job and now you come here?� He growled tightening his grip.

Dru rose off the bed watching their exchange, �Spike?�

He shoved Sheila out of the room and called to one of his minions to restrain her till he could come and deal with her.

When he returned Dru sat in the bed staring at her hands, �She�s coming, Spike, such a sweet girl but different and deadly. I�m ancient, just like her but I don�t age, do I? I�ll live a hundred lifetimes and I�ll always be the same, won�t I?�

�Yes, my love, you�ll never change.� He returned to her side, tired of her visions wanting more than anything that she would return to him like before vital and real.

He pushed away his thoughts of the other girl, her face twisted in a smile and her body beneath his before the deathblow.

He looked at Dru, her eyes cold and cruel. She slapped him hard, wrapped the covers around her and after a moment he heard the sobs.
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