They stared at each other down the long hall. Well actually it wasn't so much a long hallway, as a long time. Ten years gone. Seemed like a blink of an eye, which for a vampire, it was.
"You look good, Slayer."
"You look not dead and dusty, vampire."
"Ah, yeah. Right... About that... you see, um.." He trailed off. What could he say? He needed to find himself? Wanted to be his own vamp? Thought she deserved better? He looked down at his boots.
"You're an idiot, Spike. A stupid, dumb ass idiot!" Crying, she flew into his arms.