A/N: I don't own any of the characters from BtVS blah, blah, polysyllabic,
blah. However if I did own then I would not be here right now I would in
fact in bed with Spike, so please don't sue me.
Set post season 5, Buffy never died on the tower because this is a short one and I don't want to deal with the angst, just pretend everything is quite in SunnyD at the moment and Spike is still lusting after Buff.
This is Chapter 1 of 2, enjoy
This Fiction Does Not Contain Any Spoilers For Season Seven, So All You Unlucky Brits Out There Like Me Don't Worry, You Are Safe!
TWO CAN PLAY THAT GAME
Stupid vampire Buffy thought as she slammed her bedroom door behind her, Stupid, Arrogant, Annoying, Bloody Vampire. She mentally cursed herself for using his own slang against him, maybe she had spent too much time with him?
No she hadn't in fact she only really spent time with him for work, yes that was it work reasons only. But yet again just when Buffy thought she could let her guard down with him a bit he had to go a piss her off.
Buffy had just come back from the crypt, well not just any crypt that damned bleached blonde vampire's crypt. Today was the longest and hottest day of the year, the sun was toasting everything in sight and making all of the residents of Sunnydale feel particularly good, apart from Spike.
He'd told her one night during patrol that he always felt a little down on the longest day of the year, his demon knew that outside the sun was glaring and everyone normal was happy. But that was his punishment, while humans were enjoying it he was stuck inside cursing the sun. Buffy could tell he missed it.
So she did what any good slayer would do, she went to his crypt to tease him about it! Well that's what she told herself anyway, in reality she had gone to take his mind off what he couldn't have. Only Spike wasn't there.
~*~
FLASHBACK TO SPIKE'S CRYPT
Buffy pushed open the dirty door that guarded the crypt running the grime and much on to light blue tight stonewash jeans, stepping inside she looked around Spike.
He wasn't there, "Spike? You Home?" She shouted but not too loudly, he got really grouchy if she woke him up and that was never pretty.
No answer.
"Spike?"
No answer.
"Shit, I just dropped your Sex Pistols vinyl.... It broke!"
Still no answer, he wasn't home. Not much could rouse the dead but talk of breaking their favourite record always worked.
Buffy knew she should have left then, but she never. The opportunity was too good, a chance to poke about in Spike's stuff there was no chance she was leaving, after all it wasn't like he had never done to it to her so it wasn't exactly wrong.
Slowly she climbed down the ladder to the lower floor of what Spike called home, the plan of be careful didn't work all that well because of couple of rungs from the bottom she slipped and feel knocked over a large cardboard box.
"Shit!" She said as she stood up dusting off the white vest top she was wearing.
Buffy turned to sort out the mess she'd created and that when her eye's filled with that all too familiar vampire hatred. There it was clear as day the evidence that Spike was still a major pain in her ass.
Hundreds of photographs had fallen from the box, all of her.
"Why has he got a bloody camera anyway?" She shouted as she looked down at his collection.
The box contained everything of hers that had gone missing over the last year, everything from her copy of 'Bridget Jones's Diary' to the matching black lace bra and panties Dawn bought her for Christmas.
"I swear when I get hold of him, I'm gonna, well it's gonna be, argghhh." She screamed as she piled the stuff back into the box.
END OF FLASHBACK
~*~
Just when things were on track for her not killing him he had to go and do something like this, damned vampire.
Buffy picked up Mr Gordo and held him close to her chest.
"What am I gonna do with him, huh?" She asked the stuffed toy as if she really expected the pig to answer.
"I'm gonna kill him so many ways."
Plans and plots started to formulate in her mind, maybe killing wasn't the way to go, maybe she should try a spot of revenge. Giles had always told her that a Slayer should not be concerned with revenge, she should kill swiftly for the sake of humanity.
Well how many times had she listened to Giles in the past anyway? And it wasn't like this was a normal vamp, this was Spike, surely that made a difference right?
T.B.C........
A/N; This story only has two chapters, I've got the other one right here but I'm only gonna post it if you want it. So let me know with reviews, even if you don't have anything to say about it just enter a review saying yes and as long as someone wants to read it I'll post it in a couple of hours.
Nikkibabe.
Set post season 5, Buffy never died on the tower because this is a short one and I don't want to deal with the angst, just pretend everything is quite in SunnyD at the moment and Spike is still lusting after Buff.
This is Chapter 1 of 2, enjoy
This Fiction Does Not Contain Any Spoilers For Season Seven, So All You Unlucky Brits Out There Like Me Don't Worry, You Are Safe!
TWO CAN PLAY THAT GAME
Stupid vampire Buffy thought as she slammed her bedroom door behind her, Stupid, Arrogant, Annoying, Bloody Vampire. She mentally cursed herself for using his own slang against him, maybe she had spent too much time with him?
No she hadn't in fact she only really spent time with him for work, yes that was it work reasons only. But yet again just when Buffy thought she could let her guard down with him a bit he had to go a piss her off.
Buffy had just come back from the crypt, well not just any crypt that damned bleached blonde vampire's crypt. Today was the longest and hottest day of the year, the sun was toasting everything in sight and making all of the residents of Sunnydale feel particularly good, apart from Spike.
He'd told her one night during patrol that he always felt a little down on the longest day of the year, his demon knew that outside the sun was glaring and everyone normal was happy. But that was his punishment, while humans were enjoying it he was stuck inside cursing the sun. Buffy could tell he missed it.
So she did what any good slayer would do, she went to his crypt to tease him about it! Well that's what she told herself anyway, in reality she had gone to take his mind off what he couldn't have. Only Spike wasn't there.
~*~
FLASHBACK TO SPIKE'S CRYPT
Buffy pushed open the dirty door that guarded the crypt running the grime and much on to light blue tight stonewash jeans, stepping inside she looked around Spike.
He wasn't there, "Spike? You Home?" She shouted but not too loudly, he got really grouchy if she woke him up and that was never pretty.
No answer.
"Spike?"
No answer.
"Shit, I just dropped your Sex Pistols vinyl.... It broke!"
Still no answer, he wasn't home. Not much could rouse the dead but talk of breaking their favourite record always worked.
Buffy knew she should have left then, but she never. The opportunity was too good, a chance to poke about in Spike's stuff there was no chance she was leaving, after all it wasn't like he had never done to it to her so it wasn't exactly wrong.
Slowly she climbed down the ladder to the lower floor of what Spike called home, the plan of be careful didn't work all that well because of couple of rungs from the bottom she slipped and feel knocked over a large cardboard box.
"Shit!" She said as she stood up dusting off the white vest top she was wearing.
Buffy turned to sort out the mess she'd created and that when her eye's filled with that all too familiar vampire hatred. There it was clear as day the evidence that Spike was still a major pain in her ass.
Hundreds of photographs had fallen from the box, all of her.
"Why has he got a bloody camera anyway?" She shouted as she looked down at his collection.
The box contained everything of hers that had gone missing over the last year, everything from her copy of 'Bridget Jones's Diary' to the matching black lace bra and panties Dawn bought her for Christmas.
"I swear when I get hold of him, I'm gonna, well it's gonna be, argghhh." She screamed as she piled the stuff back into the box.
END OF FLASHBACK
~*~
Just when things were on track for her not killing him he had to go and do something like this, damned vampire.
Buffy picked up Mr Gordo and held him close to her chest.
"What am I gonna do with him, huh?" She asked the stuffed toy as if she really expected the pig to answer.
"I'm gonna kill him so many ways."
Plans and plots started to formulate in her mind, maybe killing wasn't the way to go, maybe she should try a spot of revenge. Giles had always told her that a Slayer should not be concerned with revenge, she should kill swiftly for the sake of humanity.
Well how many times had she listened to Giles in the past anyway? And it wasn't like this was a normal vamp, this was Spike, surely that made a difference right?
T.B.C........
A/N; This story only has two chapters, I've got the other one right here but I'm only gonna post it if you want it. So let me know with reviews, even if you don't have anything to say about it just enter a review saying yes and as long as someone wants to read it I'll post it in a couple of hours.
Nikkibabe.