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Blood and Fire	By : addielogan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 8173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"What the hell did you do that
for?"
The Slayer blinked as she stood, brushing
off her clothes. She'd never had someone get angry with her for saving their
life before. "That man was going to kill you. I rescued you."
"For your information, I didn't need rescuing. I was handling it just
fine."
"He had you pinned against a
wall!"
"Yeah, well, that was all part of my
plan to�lure him into a false sense of security!"
"From where I was standing, it didn't
look so false."
"Then maybe you should stand somewhere
else." The blonde girl stormed over to where her crossbow lay and picked
it up before starting out the alley. She stopped, sighing heavily when she felt
a hand on her arm. "You've already ruined my night enough. So why don't
you just piss off now, and leave me alone."
"Where are you going to go? That
guy�he's really not someone you want to be chasing after."
The blonde turned and narrowed her eyes on
the Slayer. "I've been chasing William the Bloody in one way or another
for almost my entire life. And I don't need you
to tell me what I want."
"Look, I don't know who you are,
but�"
"Yeah, well, I know who you are. You're
the Slayer. Miss Chosen Vamp Fodder herself. And hey, that's great for you, but
I don't need a sacred calling to tell me vampires are evil and need to be made
dusty. So if you'll excuse me�"
"No! Wait. Don't run off, all right?
You�how do you know about Slayers?"
"I know a lot of things. But right now,
I have to go. You're making me waste valuable time that I could be spending
hunting my prey."
The Slayer shivered at the tone in the
girl's voice. She'd never imagined anyone thinking of Spike as prey
before�especially someone who Spike himself would so clearly consider to be the actual prey. "If you want to kill Spike,
that's fine by me. But chasing after him right now isn't going to get you very
far." She stepped closer to the girl again, holding out her hand.
"I'm Nancy."
The girl eyed the hand outstretched in front
of her warily for a moment. With a resigned sigh, she took it.
"Buffy."
Nancy's eyes widened slightly. "Buffy? Really?"
Buffy snatched her hand away. "Hey, I
didn't say anything about Nancy."
"I'm sorry,
you just�don't seem like a Buffy. I mean, you're all 'grr'
and with the crossbow�"
"Yeah, well, my mother gave me this
name," Buffy snapped. She started to walk off when Nancy ran in front of
her, blocking her way.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by
that. I was just surprised. It's not really a name you hear outside of Valley
Girl movies."
"Unless, you know, you're me and you
hear it on a daily basis."
"Um, good point." Nancy frowned.
"But really, none of this matters. I need to know who you are and what
you're doing here."
"And why is this exactly?" Buffy
asked, clearly exasperated. The damn Slayer had already made her miss her
chance at killing that monster and
now she was playing twenty questions?
"Because I'm the Slayer, and this is my
town. So again, I need to know who you are and what you're doing here."
"Your town? Take a
look around. It's their town. You've
just been given temporary residency until one of them gets lucky and the next
Slayer is called."
Nancy pulled back, her eyes going hard.
"This is my town, and I need to
know who you are and what you're doing here," she repeated for a third
time.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "And where
exactly have you been for the past few minutes? I'm Buffy. I'm here to kill
William the Bloody. Do I need to write it down for you?"
Nancy put her hands on her hips. "You
know that doesn't really tell me anything."
"Good, 'cause nothing
else is any of your business."
"Look, Buffy, I�"
"Nancy! You're all right."
Buffy glanced at the two people who had just
walked out of the club's back entrance. They had to be the two most unfortunate
fashion victims she had ever seen. Not that her outfits were exactly Vogue-worthy, but at least she knew the
evils of Hawaiian prints and fuzzy sweaters.
"You'd been gone for a while, and we
were worried," said fuzzy sweater girl. "Well, Xander was worried.
Not�not that I never worry about you, but I figured you were just out here
slaying those baddies." She caught sight of Buffy for the first time, and
her eyes widened. "Er�boys! Slaying those boys.
But�uh�not in a killing sort of way."
Buffy rolled her eyes. Could this possibly
get any more pathetic?
"It's okay,
Willow," Nancy said. "She knows about Slayers."
"How does she know about Slayers?"
the boy in the Hawaiian shirt asked. "She's not another Slayer, is she?
Did you die again, Nan?"
"No, I didn't die. She's�"
Before Nancy could finish, Buffy asked the
boy skeptically, "How do you
know about Slayers?"
"We're Nancy's friends," he
replied, his chest slightly puffed out. "We help her."
"Is that's what's up with that shirt? You
wear bright colors to attract vampires for Nancy over there?" Buffy jerked
her thumb towards the Slayer.
The boy opened his mouth to respond, but
Nancy stepped in. "Xander and Willow are students at the local high
school. They found out about my Calling, and they help me."
"You get help from high school
students?" Buffy asked in disbelief. "I'm sure all the vampires out
there are deeply afraid."
"You know, Buffy�"
Before Nancy could finish her sentence,
Xander interjected with, "Her name is Buffy?"
Buffy threw up her hands. "Oh, this is it. Seeing as my night has been
effectively ruined by the Slayer and her vamp bait, I'm going to find someplace
that's else."
"I'm not vamp bait!" Xander
exclaimed. "For your information, I can help with the killing. And�and the research. And I can whittle stakes!"
"Oh aren't you just a regular
Renaissance man." Buffy had started off when Nancy cut her off again.
"I can't let you leave."
"You can't exactly prevent me from
leaving."
Nancy narrowed her eyes. "I can."
"What exactly is your problem? I came
to this town to take care of a vamp that, rumor has it, is giving you a bit of
trouble, Slayer. So how about you
just get out of my way and let me do what I came here to do?"
"I can't let you wander the streets of
Sunnydale in search of Spike!"
"Why the hell
not?"
"Because you're obviously a loose cannon, and I can't deal with one of those right
now."
"A loose� I've been doing this my
entire life. I know what I'm
doing."
"Um, if the scene I walked in on
earlier is any indication, no, you don't."
"I told you I had that under
control."
Nancy held up her hands. "Fine.
You had it all under control. You were going to distract Spike by letting him
rip your throat out. I got it. But why don't you just accept some help with
killing him, all right? Do you have a place to stay?"
"Sure I do." Buffy crossed her
arms in front of her, though Nancy could still tell that her confidence was
slipping for the first time that evening. "I just�haven't figured out
where it is yet."
"Come stay with me. At
least for the night. Clean place to sleep and a warm meal. What do you
say?"
Buffy knew what the Slayer was doing. She
was trying to lure her in so she could figure out more about her. The thing
that Buffy hated about it though, was that it was working. The promise of a
place to sleep and food to eat was just more than Buffy could turn down.
"Okay. But this is very very temporary. I'm killing William the Bloody and checking
out of Sunnydale tomorrow night." The sound of Xander's sudden laughter
made Buffy turn around sharply. "Something funny over
there, Don Ho?"
"It's just, well,
you act like killing Spike is going to be a piece of cake. Nancy's been trying
for months, and she can't kill him." Missing the flash of shame in the
Slayer's eyes, Xander continued. "You're not going to be able to just hunt
him down and kill him in one night."
"Only takes one stake to kill a
vamp," Buffy retorted.
"How about we just call this a night
now," Nancy said, seeing the murderous glare Buffy was bestowing on
Xander. "Willow, Xander, can you two get home okay?"
"Oh, I'm sure the Big Kahuna has a whole bag of personally-whittled stakes with
him. They'll be fine," Buffy said.
Xander opened his mouth to speak, but Willow
cut him off. "We'll be fine, Nancy. Call me tomorrow?"
"Of course. Night guys."
Nancy's friends said their good-byes and
headed back towards the club as Buffy and Nancy walked together out of the
alley.

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Spike stepped over the crumpled body at his feet.
He'd hoped a kill would satisfy him, but his run in with that girl in the alley
behind the Bronze had left him even more agitated than when he'd set out that
night. And now he was left with nowhere to go but back to the mansion that
Angelus had managed to turn into a love nest for himself and Drusilla�
Spike lit a cigarette as he walked slowly
back towards Crawford Street. The night was still relatively young, and he was
sure there was some kind of mayhem he could get into in ol'
Sunny D, but his heart just wasn't in it. Leave it to Angelus to ruin a
perfectly good Hellmouth for him�
And now that girl� He was sure his night would've improved greatly if
he could've sunk his fangs into her. Or something else for that matter� Just
thinking about what it had felt like to have her pressed between his body and
the wall made his cock swell in his jeans. And her knowledge of who he was only intrigued him more�
Yet the Slayer had ruined his fun yet again.
He wished he could just kill the bloody little bitch and get it over with. He'd
killed Slayers in the past. But this one was proving to be difficult. He'd come
close, but his soulful grandsire had always been there to pull the chit out of
the fire. And now that Angelus was back to his old self, well, he seemed to
think the proper way to kill a Slayer was to send her flowers and draw her
little pictures while she slept. Pillock.
Spike thought back over the last three
Slayers he had fought before this one. The first had been relatively easy, all
things considered. One big fight, and he'd taken down
a Slayer within the first two decades of his vampiric existence. Elevated him
to the status of Master at an age when most of his kind were
practically still fledglings.
Of course, most of the demon population
called that a fluke. Said he'd just managed to get lucky, fight a Slayer when
she was already down. But Spike had shut them up when he'd become the only
vampire in history to kill two Slayers.
Not that he'd had any intention of stopping
there. Too many other vamps had killed themselves one Slayer. Usually, they
tended not to push their luck past that, figuring doing in one Slayer was
enough to ascertain bragging rights. But Spike wanted more. Another vampire
might get two as well, and Spike was in no mood to share the title "Slayer
of Slayers."
It was his desire to secure that distinction
for himself alone that had led him to Los Angeles not too long ago. He'd heard
of a Slayer there who was reported to be the longest lived Slayer in history. A
Slayer in her twenties, as this one was, was practically unheard of.
But age hadn't made her any weaker. If
anything, the number of battles she'd survived had made her stronger than
almost anyone Spike had ever had the pleasure of facing. He'd limped away from
more fights with her than he cared to admit.
At the time, he'd wanted
to blame all the mess in LA on circumstances, on nothing being as it should've
been. But now after this Slayer kept getting the better of him, he was starting
to worry that he'd somehow lost his edge. Or maybe the first couple of Slayers had just been a fluke�
Realizing he'd reached the mansion, Spike
threw his cigarette to the ground and snubbed it out under his boot. With his
vampiric hearing, he could catch the sounds Angelus and Drusilla were making
already, and as soon as he opened the door, he was assaulted by their scents.
It only served to make the image in front of him now of Dru's arms chained to
the wall, her legs wrapped around her sire's waist as he took her, all the more
vivid�all the more revolting.
"Have a good hunt, Willie?"
Angelus asked, not even bothering to stop his thrusting.
"Sod off," Spike snarled, fighting
the urge to go fight for what was his. But Drusilla would never forgive him if
he hurt her "Daddy," and he knew it. He'd seen now how little he
meant to the woman he'd loved and taken care of for over a century.
Angelus chuckled, then
gave a sharp twist of his hips to make Drusilla squeal. "Doesn't
look like I'm the one who has to do that
now, boy."
Drusilla turned to Spike then, her eyes
clouded over and unfocused. "Does Mummy's sweet William want to play,
too?"
"Don't worry about him, Dru. He's not
any fun anyway." Angelus features shifted, and he sank his fangs into
Dru's ivory neck. All thoughts of her childe fled from her mind as she screamed
in pleasure.
With a snarl, Spike stormed off, going
upstairs to sleep the day away alone.

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Please review. I got a lot of hits on the
last chapter, but a lot less reviews. This makes me think that people read the
first chapter and weren't interested in the rest. Am I right here?
And bonus points if anyone can remember what
episode Nancy appeared in. lol

mysterio--I'm not sure I understand your review. Yes, this is an alternate timeline, but Spike arrived in Sunnydale before Angel was sent to hell on the show. He helped Buffy defeat Angel and stop him from opening Acathla, after all...
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