Takashi ignored the looks from everyone as she walked through the darkening street, her ears only hearing the loud punk music that blasted through the small ear buds that lead to her coffin backpack. She could see people's mouths move as they openly looked her up and down, noses wrinkling. She rolled her eyes as she came up to The Bronze, glad to finally be reaching her destination. She removed her ear buds, putting them in her bag as she took out her wallet.

"Uh, I don't think this is your kind of place." The door girl told her. Takashi rose an eyebrow as she checked out the bleach blond girl dressed in a tight pink dress with pink heels.

"Do you have rum or vodka?" She asked, gaining a nod.

"Then it's my kind of place."

She handed the barbie the cover fee before entering into the club. She instantly understood why the girl had said what she did. There was a girl with dreadlocks singing folk music, guitar in her lap as all the young adults laughed amongst themselves, swaying to the music. Her lip curled slightly from annoyance before she went over to the darkest part of the bar.

"What can I get ya?" The bar tender asked, placing a napkin in front of her.

"151 and coke if you got it." Takashi told him, swinging her bag in front of her before placing it between her feet on the floor. He nodded in response, moving to make the requested drink. She looked around, taking in all the happy bubbly kids, everyone in different kinds of outfits. Things they thought would attract someone to them or impress the person they were with. Her eyes latched onto those of a blond haired girl that was currently staring at her, her face serious. She rose a black eye brow as she looked at her.

"Here you go." The bartender said, pulling her attention back to him as he placed a glass in front of her.

"Thanks." She took a sip from it, letting the rum and soda roll over her tongue. With a nod she handed him some cash to pay for the drink.

"So what brings you here?" The bar tender asked, looking down at her as he cleaned a glass. Takashi looked up at him, confused as to why he was making small talk with her when there was many other people that where trying to get drinks.

"This is the first place I saw." She explained.

"So, do you know anyone here?"

Takashi looked around quickly to see if he was playing at something.

"Uh... no. Starting a new life or what ever." She said, waving her hand in a circle. She took a deep drink from her glass before looking back over to where the blond girl was, seeing that she was still staring at her.

"So... who is that girl? Is she your girl friend cause she's glaring a hole through my head."

The bartender looked over in the direction she was indicating, shrugged before turning back to her.

"I see her here a lot with her friends but I don't know her." He replied before moving down the bar as people started to yell to get his attention. Takashi shivered as she felt the girls eyes on her still, she grabbed her glass and bag and moved to a table to the far part of the room so she could have others blocking the strange girl from staring at her and keep the bartender from trying to chat her up. She looked down at her glass, wondering why she had bothered to venture out. She could have easily just gone to the store and bought some rum, staying in her new house among all her boxes and bags. But she had been curious about the scene in this small town. Takashi hadn't expected there to be a lot of fellow tattooed people walking around, but maybe some grunge or punk people sprinkled about. But she didn't see anyone that would fit that bill that could tell her where a better hang out would be, one with better music. She let out a sigh as a shadow fell over her table.

"Hi!" A male voice said happily, pulling her attention up to him. He looked to be her age, a large goofy grin on his face as he looked at her. She nodded to him, taking another drink from her glass.

"So... you're new huh?" He asked, causing her to sigh.

"Yeah, and done for the night." Takashi downed the rest of her drink before sliding off of the bar stool, pulling her bag back onto her shoulders.

"Oh..." He said, looking as though he had been slapped in the face. She let out a sigh before running her fingers through her long black hair, pushing her bangs out of her face.

"Nothing against you. There is a creepy blond girl glaring at me. I think she's dating the bartender who was flirting with me. This music sucks... I'm just going to go. Again. Nothing against you."

The guy looked over towards the blond she was talking about.

"Her? That's Buffy. She's a friend of mine. She's not dating him. I'm Xander by the way." He said, grinning once again.

"Then why is she glaring at me?" Takashi asked, slightly taken aback by his rambling. Xander turned and looked at Buffy again to see that she is looking at him like he was crazy.

"I'm not really sure. Lets go ask."

Takashi's green eyes widened as he grabbed her forearm and dragged her over to Buffy's table.

"Xander, what are you doing?" Buffy asked through her teeth, her eyes flash from him to the new girl.

"Well, me and... What's your name?" Xander asked, turning to look at the confused girl.

"Takashi."

"Yes, Takashi and I were wondering what was up with all the staring." Xander said with a grin as he sat down, picking up his beer.

"Oh, uh. I thought she was... uh... part of Spike's group. You know. But... I was wrong." She shot a look to Xander, causing him to make a 'o' shape with his mouth as he finally understood. Takashi looked between the two friends, realizing they were talking about something they would never let her in on.

"Well... I'm gonna get going. Nice meeting you both..." Takashi said with a fake smile and nod before turning to leave.

"Oh! I didn't mean-" Buffy called out, grabbing a hold of Takashi's arm, causing her to quickly turn back around. Pulling her arm away.

"Sorry, uh like. I didn't mean to freak you out so you'd leave. I'm Buffy by the way."

"Nice to meet you both. But really, I was just about to leave. Nothing against you two. Really."

Takashi felt like she was a broken record, the needle skipping over a scratched area causing it to repeat.

"See you around then." Xander said, his shoulders drooping.

"You never know." Takashi told him with a soft smile, feeling slightly sorry for him. The two watched her walk away, the crowd moving out of her way as she passed.

"Really Xander? All black, corset, mini skirt, and tattoos? Not your style per-say." Buffy said, shaking her head.

"What? She looked like she needed a friend." He replied as he watched her walk out.

"Sounds like my style." A male voice said from behind her. Buffy sighed as she bowed her head.

"Spike. Why are you here?" She asked, not even bothering to look at him as she rubbed her temples.

"Came to get pissed." He responded, looking around before he realized they were looking at him with confusion.

"Drunk?"

"You don't have money." Xander said with a scoff. Spike clapped as he looked at him.

"It's called nickin'. Good job on bein' bloody obvious tho'." Spike said, rolling his eyes before he started to go to the door the girl just went through. Buffy reached out and grabbed his arm before he could take a full step.

"Where do you think you're going?" Buffy asked.

"After the bint. Can't leave her on her own in this town. Not dressed like you said pet."

"Yeah, like I'm going to let you go walk a girl home. Xander I'll be back. Let Will know I'm going see that girl home."

Xander nodded as he drank more of his beer. Buffy flipped her blond hair over her shoulder before she headed to the door. When she got out into the ally way she sighed before turning around to look at Spike who pulled back, his fist moving in front of him out of habit.

"Why are you following me? Go away Spike." She said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Just let it happen luv. Other wise we'll lose her," He said with a grin before shoving his hands into the pockets of his duster.

"Ug!"

Buffy threw her hands into the air before she stomped off, seeing the retreating tattooed leg of the new girl go around a corner. Spike grinned as he followed after her. Curious about the rest of the leg. When they quickly walked around the corner he let out a low whistle.

"And the ponce tried to talk with her?" Spike asked, smirking at the thought.

"Shut up Spike. If you're going to help, just... keep your mouth shut."

Spike shrugged as he took out a cigarette from his pocket then lit it with his zippo. His eyes locked on this girls hips as her black shirt swayed as she walked, her heels clicking. Buffy kept her distance as they followed her, keeping an eye out for any demons or vampires that might take an interest in her. Takashi paused as she came to a fork in the road; one road went through the cemetery, the other down a road that went around it.

"She wouldn't..." Buffy started, glancing at Spike. He shrugged, tossing his cigarette away.

"She just did luv." Spike said causing Buffy to sigh and stomp after her once again. Takashi paused in her walking, her head tilting to the side as they walked up behind her quickly.

"Hey-" Buffy quickly blocked with her forearm as Takashi swung around with a knife, her face set.

"Oh gods. I'm sorry. I didn't know-" Takashi said, quickly pulling away, her eyes darting over to Spike before looking back at Buffy.

"No, it's alright. You didn't know it was me. Uh, what are you doing in the uh, graveyard?"

Takashi felt her face flush slightly as she looked down.

"It calms me. I know, it's weird. But it's true."

"What the bloody hell does that mean?" Spike asked, his brow furrowed as his head tilted slightly.

"Spike!" Buffy snapped, finding it rude that he would say that, then remembering it was Spike.

"I'm an embalmer." She explained, looking up at them, a smile on her face.

"You like... purposely deal with death?" Buffy asked.

"Yeah. I moved here because, for some reason, you have an extremely high death rate."

Spike snorted.

"Yeah well, if more birds walked through the cemeteries it might be higher." Spike told her. Takashi looked over at him, her eyes taking in his black clothes to high cheek bones to blond hair.

"It's soothing. And I have a knife."

"Lot o' good that did."

"Really Spike?" Buffy asked, turning to look at Spike, her hair bouncing as she turned. Takashi rose an eye brow at the two of them.

"What is wrong with you? Do you have to argue with everything that moves?"

"What? I'm not the bint walkin' through cemeteries where I know there's a high death rate." Spike snapped back at her.

"Then why did you bother to follow me? You could just leave us to brave the graves ourselves."

As they argued back and forth they stepped closer to each other, their hands turning into fist. Takashi looked between the two before shrugging, turning around and starting to walk back through the graves once again, looking at the beautiful work on the head stones. Her thoughts moved back to the blond guy that was with Buffy. She remembered she said his name was Spike, he really was quite attractive. Takashi felt the hair on the back of her neck rise causing her to once against swung her knife hand back as she felt someone come up behind her quietly. Spike had moved to block but unlike with Buffy, he ended up getting his palm sliced open.

"Oh shit!" Takashi said, quickly dropping her knife and taking his hand into her own. Spike rose an eye brow at her, surprised at the sudden demeanor change.

"I didn't mean to do that to you. You two really need to not sneak up on people!"

"You should have taken off some fingers." Buffy said, crossing her arms. Spike shot her a glare as Takashi pulled away, removing her bag from her shoulders so she could open it. She quickly started shuffling through before a smile lit up her face as she found a band-aide and some tissues. Spike turned back to her as she re-grabbed his hand, pulling him over to a head stone. He watched as she put her bag down on the stone as well as the band-aide before she took some of the tissues from the plastic wrapping. She started to clean up the blood as much as she could as she inspected the wound.

"I don't think you need stitches. I really am sorry. You'll need to put something on it so it wont get infected though. I never clean my knife."

Buffy covered her mouth as she tried not to laugh.

"I'll be fine." Spike said, pulling his hand away from her. Takashi looked up at him, then glanced at Buffy, realizing he was trying to act like it was no bother because of her.

"Hold on, one more moment." Takashi said, grabbing the band-aide then his hand again. He watched as she placed the band-aide over the cut.

"You can fix it up better when you get home and are not being... um... judged. Any ways, I'm going to get going again. Are you going this way as well? Cause I really don't want to do that again."

"Yeah, I live on the other side of the cemetery and um... Spike was walking me home. Good friend and all!" Buffy chuckled, punching his arm playfully.

"Bloody hell!?" Spike growled, grabbing his arm. Takashi rose her eyebrows as she nodded at them.

"Yeah, well..." She nodded again as she stepped around them, bending over to pick up her knife. Spike didn't even try to hide the fact that he was checking her out, gaining a slap from Buffy. Takashi cleaned her knife on the grass before closing it as she stood up. She turned and looked at them, no one speaking for a moment.

"So... are we ready to go?"

"Oh! Right!" Buffy said with a laugh before turning on her heel and heading back in the same direction.

"So luv. Where you from?" Spike asked as they walked.

"I'm from Miami." Takashi answered, glancing over at him as she felt her face blush lightly.

"I like your style, very posh, is that how everyone in Miami dresses these days?"

Takashi's brow furrowed as she looked over at him.

"These days?"

Buffy laughed nervously as she looked at Spike, her eyes wide.

"He's older than he looks." She said, elbowing him. Takashi wondered why they were such violent friends but didn't comment on it.

"Okay... Uh... There are more people getting tattooed if that's what you mean."

Takashi messed with her spiked collar as they walked along, not looking over at them as she thought to her self.

"Aw! And we almost made it!" Buffy huffed, kicking a headstone.

"Oops."

Takashi looked over to see that she had broken it in half before looking ahead of them again. Three men were walking towards them, dressed in dirty suits.

"What's wrong with their faces?" Takashi asked, tilting her head slightly.

"You might want to stand back luv." Spike said, pushing his head to the side so his neck cracked before he started forwards towards the men. Takashi opened her mouth to say something until she noticed Buffy pulling a stake from her jacket pocket then move towards them as well. The moment they got near each other they started fighting. Takashi's eyes widened as she watched the 5 people try and kill each other. Spike punched one of the men in the face, causing him to stumble into Buffy. Giving the man she had the stake up to, the ability to pull away.

"Watch it!" Buffy yelled, round house kicking the vampire that had bump into her in the head.

"So sad really. She always kills them. I was hoping if I made three, one would make it." A female voice said from behind Takashi, causing her to turn around quickly to see who it was. The woman's face seemed to be like the men that the two new blond people she had met were fighting.

"Do you know how hard it is to find anyone that's remotely attractive in this town? And all the work I have to put in to turning them?"

Takashi backed up slowly, the sound of the blade being exposed clicked in her hand.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize she... uh... killed people." Takashi said, glancing down at she backed up into a head stone. The woman shrugged as Takashi slowly backed around the stone, keeping her eyes trained on her.

"What evs. I can make more. They are just freshies any ways. But... I think... I might kill you as revenge."

Takashi let out a scream as the woman lunged at her, her sharp teeth exposed.

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A/N: I know, what right do I have to start a new fan fiction before any thing else is done XD I am so very sorry, but I can't help it. It's how my mind works. If I was an author my editor would kill me. But any ways. I had written a Buffy fic before, but something happened to it and the Harry Potter one with Draco that I had up on this sight. I'm not sure what it was though and I didn't use to save my writings, just posted and deleted. I learned my lesson now though. But any who, here is a new one to add to the large collection of Buffy fiction and Spike/OC. Let me know what you think please so I can know if I should change anything. Other wise, thank you for reading!