I, Kira-Jayde do not own Spike, But I really, really, wanna!

This fic has been revised, and originally was written before the 6th and 7th Harry Potter Books, and before I saw all of the Seventh Season of Buffy.

The story line is set just after the Sixth Harry Potter book, with some minor changes. Neither Sirius Black or Albus Dumbledore died. They are both alive and well and awesome in my story. And Harry Potter goes to school this year. The time line coincides with after the Seventh Season of Buffy, after the Hell Mouth has been closed. Again some minor changes. Firstly Spike did not die. I refuse to let the thought cross my mind. Instead of him sacrificing himself, Buffy did. Dawn was then called/activated as a result. The Spell Willow cast to activate all Potentials, faded away shortly after Buffy died. Dawn stayed and trained with Spike until shewas 19 and then left SunnyHell.

Going on technicality, when a Slayer dies a new one is activated. There was no mention of if a slayer died twice, so the rule still applies. When Buffy died the Second time, in season 5, another slayer was activated. Her name for the sake of the story, is Sarah. Sarah is dead, and my character, Sa'Tyrra, was activated.

If there are any problems or if I have created confusion, just message me and I will give you a full background, so you can understand it better.

Chapter one.

My jaw dropped. My mind went on a rampage. Suddenly I really didn't like my parents any more. Surely at the age of Seventeen I should have a say in what happens in my life, right? Apparently not. My parents, the people who loved and cared for me and raised me as their own since I was a baby, were sending me off to England to live with my aunt and uncle. It was an outrage, and damn right unfair.

"You can't just send me off to live them! Sure they are nice people, but they live on the other side of the world!" I screamed at the people I had called mom and dad.

"Tyrra, please. We want to renovate the house. You will end up getting in the way. It's not going to be for long. I am sure you will enjoy your time over there immensely." My mother frowned. She was trying to reason with me.

"I will stay with Spike, he won't mind."

"My dear. We know he is your Watcher, but the man lives in a crypt. That can't be healthy for you." My dad put his coffee mug down and slid his hand down his face with a sigh.

I glared at the pair of them from across the coffee table. If I wanted to I could have thrown the table across the room and into the backyard, but that would have resulted in some serious magic being used on my ass.

"I don't care. I am not going!" I ran out of the kitchen in tears. I sure as hell didn't want to live over in England with my snobby Aunt and Uncle. I walked up the stairs to my room and slammed the door so hard it fell of its hinges. I stared at it, and decided to leave it there. I knew it was inevitable. I would end up going over seas, sooner or later. I didn't want to. I didn't want to leave Spike behind. I loved him. I didn't want to leave him, and I hated my parents for even suggesting it. Of course, that presented one problem. Spike didn't love me. So he would probably agree with my parents. Damn them all to seventh hell! Grabbing my cardigan off my bed I went back down stairs and out the front door.

Mindless wandering, it's not really mindless. Something in my subconscious, led me to Spike's Crypt. I spose it was just as well. I needed to say good bye to him anyway, and organise another Watcher over in England. I stared at the huge wooden door in front of me. There was still sunlight out, so he would probably be sleeping. The last thing I wanted to do was wake him up. I sat down on the step, with my chin on my knees and stared out at the cemetery in front of me. I would just wait an hour or so. Probably rack my brain and trying to compose myself before I went in there and cried all over him.

I clearly wasn't paying attentions to my surroundings. Well duh! Otherwise I would have sensed the vampire that closed in on me. I didn't notice them until it was too late. I looked up just in time to see a foot connect with my face. It fucking hurt as I was knocked back into the wooden door I was sitting in front of. I flipped myself upright and pulled the stake from my boot. This wouldn't be too hard. The vamp advanced on me and I went into action. A punch to the face had the vampire backing up a few steps. My smile seemed to annoy him.

"You will die, slayer."

"That's what they all say," I smirked and threw the stake at his heart. I missed. Which sucked. But I didn't have to do much else, because Spike popped up from behind him and ripped his head off, with a sickening crack.

"Must you steal all my fun?" I asked, walking over to him to retrieve my stake.

"Maybe if you hit him properly, I wouldn't have to keep saving your ass."

I glared at him before turning around and walking into his crypt. I sighed and plopped my self down into the shabby but comfortable Sofa located in the center of the room. Spike closed and locked the door behind him. My eyes followed him as he walked across to the sofa and plonked himself down next to me.

"So pet, why aren't you sitting down to dinner?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, "Maybe I am not hungry."

He laughed. "Pet, you're always hungry. Try again."

Turning my head to look at him, I melted. His gorgeous, messy, white locks, those AMAZING blue eyes and that heart melting smirk. No wonder I loved him.

"Well, we can stare at my awesomeness all night, or you can tell me why you are off your game."

Sigh. Straight to the point. But gods was he gorgeous.

"Sa'Tyrra."

I snapped to attention, "yup?"

"Why are you not at dinner?"

I sighed. I had to tell him. "My parents are sending me away while they renovate the house."

"Why would they send you away? Surely slayer strength would come in handy."

"Don't ask me. I don't have a say on what happens in my life. I don't even know how long I will be gone for." I fought back tears. "I don't want to leave. You are my only friend, you've always been here for me."

He slid his arms around me, and shifted me onto his lap, and gave me a hug. "And I always will pet. Even if you move, you can still send me letters. I will always write back. Don't cry luv," he added when I burst into tears.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. My phone rang, but I ignored it. It would have been my parents telling me to come home. I wouldn't see Spike for god knows how long.

"Here, I want you to have this," I said pulling my necklace off. I put it around his neck and played with the small heart pendent attached to it. "I'll come back and get this soon. I promise."

"well luv, I got you something too." He shifted me slightly so he could reach under the sofa to pull out a medium sized gift box, a pink one to be precise. I raised an eyebrow at the colour of it. He shrugged.

"So its was a ladies shop, of course it's gonna be pink." He placed it on my lap and waited for me to open it. I smiled and lifted the lid. There was also pink tissue paper covering the contents, I pulled it open, and pulled out something leather. Once it was free from the box I could see that it was a leather duster. I squealed and slipped it one. I loved it! It was a female version of the one spike always wore, that I always stole. I hugged him again.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"I love it! Thank you." I lent forward and kissed him on the lips. He slid his hands to my back and pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. I drew back suddenly and brought my fingers to my lips.

"I'm sorry, pet, I didn't mean-" my mouth being pressed against his again cut him off. He began nibbling gently on my bottom lip, seeking entry. I parted my lips and his tongue began massaging the inside of my mouth. I sighed against his lips. He swallowed the sound and moved his hands under my long skirt to my thighs and slid them up my creamy skin. It brought my stomach to flip flops and a deep heat just below my stomach. I moved my hands through his curly blonde hair. I pulled away after several minutes.

"I have to go," I said quickly and slid off his lap. I looked at the door and sighed. "Could you unlock the door, please?"

"Sure." Spike stood up and walked over to unlock the door. I watched him. I shouldn't have kissed him. Sure, I loved him, but maybe he didn't love me. Maybe he just thought of me as an annoying kid that pestered him every night. Maybe my leaving wasn't such a bad idea, especially if that's how he felt.

Spike came up behind me fully dressed with his duster on. "I'll walk you home." He said softly and walked out ahead of me.

I sighed, mainly because I wanted him to kiss me again. But that wasn't likely to happen. I followed him outside, not looking up from the ground. The walk to my house was silent. Spike stopped at the front door. I stood next to him.

"Um… thanks, for walking me home. And for the duster."

"You're welcome," he said.

We stood in silence for several minutes.

Spike watched as she stared at the floor. He wanted to kiss her again. But he wasn't sure how she would take it. She reached up for the door handle and his lust got the better side of him. He grabbed her and pushed her against the wall beside the door. He crushed her mouth with his, in a rough kiss. She surprised him and kissed him back, just as hard. He growled against her mouth. He moved his mouth down to her neck.

"I love you," he murmured, grinding his hips to hers. Sa'Tyrra gasped and pushed him away. She opened the door and ran inside, crying. Spike sighed and mentally kicked himself for kissing her. He walked down the front path till he reached the road. He looked back up at her window. She was sitting on the window seat, looking out at the street. She saw him standing there and moved away.

You bloody idiot! Why did you kiss her? You stupid dickhead. Spike smacked himself on the forehead and walked back to his crypt.

I closed the front door behind me and lent back against it for a few seconds. I ran upstairs and sat on the window seat in my room. I had tears streaming down my cheeks and I did nothing to stop them. He had kissed me. He had said that he loved me. And now that I finally knew, I was leaving the country. I would probably never see him again. A look out the window showed Spike walking down the path when he stopped and looked up at me. I couldn't stand to see him, knowing that he loved me and that I was leaving. I stood up and moved away. I packed my suitcases with things I felt I needed, not knowing the vamp population in, wherever it was I was going. When I had finished, the woman who called her self my mother, came up to my room. She saw that I had been crying.

"What's the matter, dear?" She asked sitting on the bed. I couldn't take it. My mother obviously had no idea that I loved him. And it was their fault I had to leave him.

"You! That's what's the matter! I love him! And I just found out that he loves me! I have to leave him behind! So you're the problem! I hate you!" I threw a sword at the door. It hit it side on and fell to the floor. "Get out!"

My mother looked at me sadly. "I didn't want to send you away dear. I know that he loves you. And I know that you love him. You'll be gone for a year. I'll make him stay till you come back, I promise." She stood up and left the room. I slid to the floor and cried my self to sleep.

TADA!

What do you think? I have left the old version of the story up until I finish posting the next three chapters I think.

This version is different from the last. I have put it into First person, although there is a bit of second person, here and there.

Also I am asking for help. I have the plot worked out and pretty much what I want to happen but I need some help… spreading it out I spose you could call it. If any one would like to take the time to help me buff the story out that would be greatly appreciated.

Let me know what you think and hopefully I will have the next chapter up soonish.