Spike grinned through his demonic visage. Who gave a rat's arse if it was Halloween or not? This was one of his best nights on the Hellmouth. The fear and utter chaos that ran ramped through the streets filled him. He took a deep whiff and caught something in the air. He shifted his face back the deceitful one of humanity and grinned wider, "Slayer." He hissed out the name, the title, the reason for all the trouble this town had caused him. He turned to the right and followed her intoxicating scent. All he could smell was her fear and confusion, and just the slightest hint of her arousal. The last he had recognized from their many fights with one another. 'Figures the Slayer would be one to get off on this.' He thought to himself, shaking his head. Not that he could blame her. He turned around another corner and found himself in an alley. Her scent was strong, she had to be near. He couldn't wait to taste her sweet Slayer blood as it rolled down his throat if this was just her smell. He'd never gotten to taste a Slayer that was as terrified as this. By the time he'd gotten to them they'd already accepted their fates. According to some, this one had already died once. No wonder she wasn't in a hurry to do it all over again. As a vampire, Spike knew that death wasn't anything to accept. He knew that anyone who knew it would never be able to do it again… at least not willingly. He heard a small squeak and turned to find the Slayer running straight into him. A second later, the silly bint filled his arms, looking behind her wildly. "My, my. This is delicious." He murmured, as he looked her up and down.
Buffy was flustered as she quickly looked behind her, trying to see if she'd lost the pirate. She ran right into a man. She squeaked as she grabbed his arm to keep her balance. "My, my. This is delicious." She heard him say. She looked back behind her, still clutching at his arms. "Please, sir…" She looked into the face of the man she'd run into and locked eyes with him. The deepest blue eyes she'd ever seen. But, to her disappointment, he broke the connection and looked over her shoulder.
Spike looked around her to see a pirate rushing at them. He rolled his eyes, "Bloody hell." He shoved Buffy out of the way, causing her to crash into the wall and fall to the ground. He sighed as the pirate leered at him, then he swung at him with a force that caused the boy's head to snap back. Larry fell to the ground, dead. Buffy looked at the man on the ground, then at the man that killed him. The latter extending his hand to her. She placed her own hand in his as he pulled her to her feet. "You saved me." Her small voice was filled with awe. Spike felt a small stab of guilt. He'd only saved the poor wench so he could do the honors himself. And if the stupid bint didn't stop looking at him like that he'd do more than kill her.
"If there's anything I can do…" she whispered. She had no idea of what she was offering, how could she? Spike looked her square in the eye before shifting his features. "As a matter of fact." Buffy gasped as she backed away, only to find that she was cornered. She tried to run past him, but he snarled and grabbed her arm, tearing off the sleeve. Buffy tried to run, but he grabbed her by the waist and pinned her to the other wall. Fear was radiating off of her in waves, drowning his senses. A tiny trail of blood ran down her cheek, mixing with her tears. Spike tightened his hold on her, moving his hands down to her hips. Spike bent his head as he looked longingly at her neck. He ground his hips into hers as he moved his left hand to rest on her necklace. He tore it off in one swift, violent movement. If you'd have asked him, this was the best part of the hunt. The kill, right before it when you savored the win. He dipped his head down, but pulled back and looked at her face. For some reason, she wasn't scared anymore and he didn't like that. He wanted her trembling before him. He growled as the chit cocked her head to the side and reached out to touch his face.
For once in her life, she wouldn't run away. She wouldn't do as she'd been told. She wanted what she couldn't have, she always had. For the first time, she realized something. Daddy wasn't here to keep her from doing as she pleased. The gorgeous creature before her sparked her interest. She ran her hand down his face, around his neck. She wasn't going to run away. For once in her life she would be herself. She wove her fingers into his hair as she pulled him down and smashed his lips to hers.