Goblets, Daggers and Crowns Written by Faythe

Disclaimer: Just for you all to know, I don't own any of these characters.Joss Whedon has to be the lucky guy of making up these characters.well most of them (ie. Buffy, Spike, Giles, Xander, Willow, Anya.etc.). Story line is all mine!

Summary: Spuffy! Buffy and Spike are out patrolling and stumble their way into a Medieval setting. Buffy is the one and only female knight in this realm, Spike, the heir to the throne.

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Rating: NC-17 for future.

Goblets, Daggers and Crowns Chapter 1: Pretty Find

Punch. Kick. Flip. Spin kick. Block. Stake. Poof. That was her wonderful night, working up a sweat against the regular baddies of the town. It was becoming too easy for her. She was use to running around, chasing them, having them put up a fight. They were beginning to surrender now, giving up too quick.

She sighed and walked around the cemetery once more. Her instincts were quite atoned and she knew there was one more left. A regular spidey sense was still sensy and tingly. She slowed as she came closer to the shadows. Her sense changed slightly, she felt as if she knew this person, well not person per say, but well demon.

"Come out and play, Vampy! Come out and play with poor helpless little me!" She snickered at the thought of her being helpless.

"Slayer," a familiar British accent muttered, "you should really work on your punning, and it's getting worse by the day."

"Spike," She grumbled looking forward to a good fight and not a pointless quarrel as most of their fights turned out to be.

"Aww, not expecting me, luv?" He smirked as he came out of the shadows to show his platinum blonde hair and signature duster trailing slowly behind him.

No doubt he was good looking, actually he was hot, Buffy herself knew it, but it was his obnoxious attitude and the fact he was a stupid vampire with no soul that put him on her Stay-away-from-me list.

"Yes, Spike I was expecting you, but I was hoping you wouldn't come and let me, the Slayer, slay your very hospitable vamp friends. Did I mention that one of them tried to kill me by poking me with a leaf? And I thought you were the most annoying demon ever," she rolled her eyes.

"Ah but see pet, he did try to kill you," he smirked running his tongue over his slowly elongating canines.

"And using a leaf to kill me is so much more effective than Mr. Pointy and big long teeth?" she smirked at her sarcasm.

"I didn't say it was effective, but it would be amusing to see you running away from a vamp chasing you with a leaf, if it were to kill you," he put on the rest of his vampire visage.

"Spike, you and me both know you and your biting skills still need some work," she muttered.

"Yes, luv, I know, but its still fun to see you shiver when I put on the bumpies," he smirked changing it back to his human face, letting his sapphire eyes sofen.

"I was not shivering!" Buffy retorted immediately, knowing she had but it was not in fear, which was what worried her.

"Right, luv," he grinned in satisfaction with her immediate reaction, "Now lets get on with the slaying shall we? How many o' my friends you kill tonight?"

"Three, including leaf boy."

"Right then lets go."

"Right."

She walked ahead out of the cemetery, moving on to the next. Spike rather enjoyed the view from behind, she loved to wear tight pants, so not to get in the way of her fighting, naturally showing off her well shaped ass. He smirked and followed keeping her eyes on her, watching as her hips swayed, how her hair fanned behind her. Gawd, if she didn't kill him with a stake then having her for a night would probably do the job quicker.

As much as she hated to admit it, Spike was good company during the long tedious hours at night. Not to mention that he was really good looking, when his mouth was shut, well when it wasn't making sarcastic remarks. Which was most of the time, so he was almost never good looking in Buffy's eyes.

After they finished ridding a pack of vamps trying to have a late snack on a young couple, Buffy wandered deeper into the forest, letting her instinct guide her. Spike was hesitant at first but followed knowing that she sensed something. Something, Spike hoped, would include fighting.

Ten minutes passed and they came into a clearing. It was bright, like a summer's day, though it was night. Spike growled in horror as they came into the clearing backing into the shadows, but a feeling told him that the light would not harm him. He trembled as he let his hand out into the light, feeling it touch his skin. It did not burn or burst aflame. He stepped into the clearing and smiled in satisfaction. Though it was not sunlight, it felt so much alike.

Buffy wandered out further to find a chest in the middle of the meadow. It was gold, with rubies, diamonds, sapphires and all jewels imaginable along the rims, like small sparkles on a dress. Engraved on the top of the chest was:

Whosoever opens the chest
May the light show a way
To save the people of far lands
An' not say nay!

Water, Fire, and Earth
Join together in this fight
Of hope and love
In the dark of night.

Choose a path you wish to follow
An' perhaps you shall find
Something you never knew,
Nothing of this kind.

Buffy looked questionably at the chest as she felt Spike come up behind her. She turned to see him smiling childishly. He smiled disappeared as he looked down at the chest. His eye quirked and he looked at Buffy. She knew that look and she shook her head simply.

"Curiosity killed the cat," Buffy said as she began to walk away.

"Ah but luv, satisfaction brought it back!" Spike smirked, slinking his arm around her waist to stop her.

Buffy was just as curious as he was, if not more curious of the contents in the chest so she smiled. She moved back and kneeled next to the chest and rapped the lid. She slowly lifted the lid and peered inside. The inside of the chest was very dull and made of wood. It smelled musky and old. They peered into it two see three objects lying on the bottom of the box: a wine goblet, a dagger, and a crown.

The goblet was full to the brim with a liquid that looked like water. It was quite dull, not to magnificent, but the way that it was shaped brought a sense of authenticity and uniqueness. The dagger was beautiful. The blade was steel and not tarnished; the handle appeared to be black-silver, inlaid with sapphires and aquamarines. The crown greater still, the crown itself was white gold, trimmed in yellow-gold. Large jewels were symmetrically placed along the trim and the white gold.

Buffy and Spike stared in amazement at the beauty of the objects. They smiled at each other and then reached into the chest. Something had drawn Buffy to the dagger; she lifted it out of the chest and looked in awe. She looked at it and determined it to be quite sharp, something told her to check and see how sharp it was. She kneeled down and picked a blade of grass and sliced easily through it. But in the process, cutting herself as well. She had a sharp intake of breath and dropped the knife. As she looked around everything began to blur, then everything went black.

At the same time, Spike reached into the chest and pulled out the crown. He examined it carefully and placed it on his head. He smirked and turned around to look at Buffy, but as he turned around he felt queasy and tired, everything began to blur as he staggered to walk towards a tree. He stumbled and he blacked out entirely.

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