"Untitled (for now)"
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By: Buffy Ann Summers

Summary: Buffy and the gang are going to a camp/retreat sort of thing.
Everything goes well, until a little girl dies. Now Buffy is determined to
find the killer at the retreat, where she finds Cordelia, Wesley, and (WHAT'S
THIS?!!) RILEY?! how will it go now if Buffy is secretly going out with
Spike?! ooo! what will happen?!

A/n: I'm a really bad writer because I have this disabilaty to drop a whole
story just when it's getting good and just because I find this really cool
idea!! so... sorry to my readers if it's been a long period of time since a
chapter has been added! (that goes for my Destiny in a blade fic and all
my other Buffy ficlets.. SORRY!) oh! R/R!!! (PLEASE!) And I promise you I
will get help for my 'problem'

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"NNNNNNOOOO!" she yelled, it was to late. The little girl lay on the
ground her body, not a sight no one wanted to see. Including her. The air now
reeked of death and blood. It creeped into her brain and squeezed her lungs.
That attack was ment for her. Before she could react, it disappeared into the
woods.

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"Please.." she pleaded for the sixth time "I mean everyone's going
- that is everyone with a partner"
He stared. Which was the only thing he had been doing since she arrived.
Stare. Stare. Blink. Stare.
"B-but it's not like I'm calling you my partner o-or anything" she
sighed, she was going nowhere with him just sitting there and looking really
amused. It wasn't her fault. If only he could have just instantly agreed to
go with her, rather than to watch her literally plead down on bended knees.
It was amusing as a matter of fact, it was a once in a lifetime to have a
slayer beg you to go with her, it wasn't everyday you get to have this. He
grinned.
"Soo... run this by me, pet" he spoke the only words that had left
his mouth the entire time "you want me to go where?"
"this retreat thing .."
"And .. why?"
"Because. Because willow's going with tara, anya's going with
xander, and dawn's off with her friends. So I figured if something goes
wrong I need someone strong..desirably hot....and..."
He gave her a look.
"Don't push it slayer" his face was just inches away from her and
the scowl on his face told her he wasn't in the mood to play games "So..
you want ME to go with YOU in this..."
"Retreat"
"Correct... you want me to go as your cabana boy?" he scoffed "You
must be off your bird"
His big brother act around her (since she returned from the dead) had gotten
him into this. Hell he really was concerned. He didn't want to lose her. Now
in this tight predicament, she uses their vamp to slayer relationship to
lull him into saying yes. He didn't think so. At least, not in the
relationship she was depending on. Yes. Hint. Hint. Wink. Wink. The 'OTHER'
relationship.
"Please, Spike?"
"No. And here's another reason why, love"
She was all ears.
"Last I've checked, slayer. We vampires are STILL NOT immune to the
big bright ball of fire in the sky -you call 'the sun' and yet gives you the
reason to NOT be frollicing around with a big pile of dust"
"Spike."
"What, true isn't it?"
"Well, I-I could ask willow to poof a spell for you.." She sat on his
lap, he wrapped an arm around her waist "you know one of those spells where
you know"
"no I don't know"
"immune to the sun -that kinda stuff"
"hm... which brings me to another question, pet"
She listened again preparing herself for another Spike-related humor.
"What?"
"the scoods have no idea about us, right?"
She nodded her head.
"which bring me to the question,love .. why would she agree to do a
spell for me?"
Buffy thought for a moment.
"oh..."
"exactly" he scoffed as a big grin appeared from the corner of his
lips. The grinned died. Uh-oh, she brought out the heavy equipment. Doggy
eyes and pouty lips.
"look at that" he brought his forehead to hers "pouty"
She giggled as he brought her into a sudden kiss that ended for a few
seconds or minutes.
"Please?" she begged once more, leaving him vurnerable
He sighed a VERY big sigh. Before he could say anything she yelped with
glee, kissed him on his cheeks, said thanks, and left. Spike sighed again.
Well, at least she was happy.

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She burst into the door of the magic shop. Scaring half of the
customers. No matter, there would be more to come.
"willow?" She called out, no willow "Xander? Giles?" none.
A voice called out to her, from the way back. They were they. All huddled
around a T.V screen, mouth hanging open.
"Whoa, what happened?" she asked, they looked at her "something
happened"
"They found mutilated bodies, Buff" came Xander's voice "by the
woods, near the park"
"Anything serious?"
"yea 2 dogs, a cat, and A KID" came his reply "Buff, this isn't
human. this is this is the initiatve all over again"
"no, it isn't"
"the investigations say it happened at daytime" came willow "so,
that rules out vamps, and night creepy crawlys"
"no there are some creatures out a day .. but I'll have to research
to find out" came giles, he already had a book in his hand which was a
relief to see.
"good. I have a plan. Willow, I need Spike's help."
"what?!"
"well, do you have anyone suitable to help me fight this thing?"
They were quiet.
"I thought so. Will, find a spell for spike so he won't go barbecue
on me. were gonna hunt this thing in the morning."
It wasn't until someone realized what tommorow was.
"Isn't that retreat thing tommorow?" piped Anya
If she had been more directive than to question the fact, she would have died
-again.
"All the more to be on the lookout" Buffy answered "me and Spike will
go after this thing, if anything goes wrong send someone to get us .."
With one last look at Willow and the others who were eyeing her
suspicously, she left.

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It was quite. After the brutal investagation everyone endured,
quietness was a really good sign that the FBI had left. Condolences were
given to the little girls parents and guilt was on everyone's mind. Including
her's. It was an accident. The little girl came out of nowhere and she had
been caught in the crossfire of the demon's target, which was her. The little
girl had nothing to do with it. Sigh. The demon was still at large, word from
her sources had indicated there will be humans walking in the woods where it
hid in the morning. Some sort of ritual where they sleep on the ground. She
didn't get it. But innocent people ment morning buffet which could lead to
lunch or maybe even dinner. Who knows? all she had to do was prevent it.

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Morning was coming, he could feel it. Much less the instinct of
running to take cover was overpowering, but he couldn't stop. Buffy had
stopped over his place five hours ago or more to tell him about what had
happen, and of course for a good romp. Topped the last one they had. He
began to think his attitude was rubbing on her. Damn. That didn't sound
good for the world to hear. A spike-like slayer. HEHEHEH.
He entered the magic shop from the ohh.. maybe 5 to 9 minute walk
and instantly felt the heavy gaze or glares of the scoobs. What did he do
now? He grinned. Buffy was here. Sleeping.
"Well .... looky who's here" the sarcasticaly speaking Xander Harris
spoke. He hadn't taken Buffy's plan into liking yet. As a matter of fact any
plan including Spike -he didn't like. But for Buffy's sake. He had to.
"And look who's there" spike retorted. It was too early to start
exchanging insults. Not when Buffy's sleeping. Okay ... rewind, since when
was it too early to insult? "I wager you slept here .. I smell you"
Didn't say anything. It was true. He stayed up half the night finding
the spell to save Spike's ass from exploding into pure dust, which he hadn't
mind if Buffy hadn't requested it. Damn her. What's Spike got that he hasn't.
He had a head like he did. He had a body like he did. He had muscles like he
has, well at least what he called his muscles. He was alive, Spike wasn't for
129 years now. It was the accent wasn't it. The accent made him more manly
than he did. So he could develope one. If he wanted one. Yea, right who
was he kidding. Spike's Spike and Xander was Xander. He was no G.I jo.
"Shut up, let's get over with" he returned, round one to the vamp. So
what the next one's his. No doubt.
Muttering to himself as he went to go retrive Willow he took one last
look at Spike who busied himself to take a seat across Buffy. That was odd.
He shrugged it off. There's nothing going on between them. Besides, this was
SPIKE.
"Wake up, love" he wispered, Buffy murmured. He couldn't make out
what it was.
"Thirty more minutes, mom" she whined, Spike grinned. Was she
dreaming?
"If I give you half an hour, pet .. I may spontanously combust" he
chuckled "Sun's out, wouldn't you love that?"
More Spike jokes. Great. She smiled somewhere beneath her hair.
"Spike? that you?"
"The one and only, pet"
"concieted much?"
She laughed. She heard him too, laugh. An actual one. Not a haha-I'm-gonna
destroy-the-world laugh, but a normal one. It made him sound normal. Well,
kinda. Before she could say anything about that Willow came. She looked at
Spike.
"You ready?"

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People had gathered, and there were more coming. It was amusing.
Really. She walked besides them with the heavy load she carried. Obviously,
she stole them. Yep, from a girl who asked her for help. The girl wasn't
dead, Just sleeping. In her car. Which part of her car? You don't want to
know. A man approached her. He seemed nice.
"Your name, please?" he asked.
She smiled.
"I'm Cordelia's friend" that was the girl's name, her wallet told
her that before she threw it to the ground " my name's Miki. Have you seen
her?"
"So your her guest?" she nodded "yea, a while ago. I'll tell her
your looking for her if I see her again."
"Thank you"
She loved this town, everyone was so gulible. She dropped the
luggage and resumed to carry her own backpack. What was that girl bringing?
Rocks? Her senses heightened as she passed a couple of British men talking.
She stood by them pretending to wait for someone. She listened.
"So what are you doing here? Sunnydale isn't Angel's territory" spoke
the one of two.
"true, but he insisted we get a bit of fresh air. L.A was getting a
bit quiet. We needed the rest anyway" replied the second.
"You won't get any rest here I'll tell you that"
"So, how's Buffy doing?"
"Great, she'll be surprised to see you here"
"I'm not the only one here, Cordy's with me"
"Cordelia? my this is a surprise if I do say so myself"
Cordelia? Big whoop! she's sleeping.
"Where is she anyways?" the first continued.
"I have no idea. We checked in and she went to go get her stuff"
Uh-oh... that signaled her it was time to leave.


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They were late. She knew it. Tara, Willow, Anya, Xander and even
Spike knew it. It wasn't her fault. She had to grab her things which
included some of Spike's. They walked in a brisk pace that looked like a
power walk. It was funny to look at until Xander came to a halt. They looked
at him.
"Hey that's cordelia's car" he sounded amused, but his face didn't
say it was amusing. They continued walking, till they heard something.
"did anyone hear that?" came Buffy's voice, they stopped and turned
to look at Cordelia's car. Someone was yelling from her trunk.
"go check it out, Buffy" suggested Willow. Buffy sighed. She didn't
want to. She looked at Spike, who was amazed at his new found freedom.
"What?" he spoke, it then hit him what he was supposed to do.
He walked up to Cordelia's car with Buffy and the Scoobs behind him.
this was ridiculous. He noticed the keys were still in the keyhole. Lifting,
the trunk it revealed a feminine form of a girl.
"Cordelia?!!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!"
They removed the gag in her mouth and she began to rant about a girl and
how she found herself in the trunk of her car.
"Cordelia! slow down!"
"Okay.." she inhaled and exhaled "I was trying to get my things out
of my car and the case was heavy. I spotted this girl walking and I asked
for help. And that was it, I found myself in there.."
" so.. let me get this straight..you were getting your luggage that
you packed for the whole century and it was really heavy so you asked for
help. So correct me if I'm wrong, but the girl you asked for help knocked
you unconsious and dragged you into your trunk where you stay for oh ..lets
say and hour or more? .. did anyone find that crazy? because I would do that
if I was asked to carry that much"
"Your on a hellmouth, harris. No one draggs you to your trunk for no
sort of reason..." answered Spike, who bent down to pick up a wallet.
Cordelia eyed it.
"Hey! that's mine!"
"Well, there's your reason." replied Xander "Someone wants to kill
you"
"Could we do this with Giles?" ansewered Hectic Buffy "Because I'm
sure he'd we wondering where the hell I am right now?!"
They ran off leaving Spike with Cordelia.
"Why aren't you hiding for cover? The sun's out"
"what else is new" he replied walking after the scoobs.

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"You all are late" scolded Giles, Willow heard the clucking noise she
was so used to.
"We know, we know. Cordelia sidetracked us. We found her in the trunk
of her car. Hi Wesley.." Willow stopped "WESLEY?!"
Buffy rushed to sign in before it was too late, Anya, Tara
followed to sign Willow and Xander in, and Spike followed for no reason.
"Excuse me" she called out to a male in a plaided blue shirt, he
held the sign in sheet.
He turned around.
"Yes?" he answered
"Riley?"

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TBC..........