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Breaking and Entering

Part One

She stood there on the sidewalk, examining the car. A few strands of her black hair fell in front of her eyes and she brushed it away. Suddenly, she swung her foot hard and smashed the passenger's side window. She quickly unlocked the door and got in.

"You could have knocked," a deep voice with an unmistakable British accent said.

The girl looked over to her left and saw the silhouette of a man sitting in the driver's side. It was dark and she couldn't see much.

"I'm stealing your car. If you wanna get out, then I suggest you do so now," She said to him sternly and without any trace of fear.

"What? That's no way to steal a car. You don't say that. You say something like 'get the hell out of my car or I'll blow your brains out.' I've found it to be very effective." He told her.

The girl was confused. Why wasn't this guy angry? And scared? He should have been running away right now, but he was just sitting there like this was an everyday event.

"Thanks for the tip, but I have my own way of doing things. This isn't my first time, you know. I've stolen, like, forty cars. Never been caught either," she said triumphantly.

The man reached up and turned the light on. He could see that she had long, layered black hair with bright pink highlights. And bright, shockingly purple eyes. She was wearing a tan suede jacket, dark blue boot-cut jeans, chunky black boots, and had a black messenger bag slung over her shoulder. She looked about seventeen or eighteen years old.

"You shouldn't have your hair dyed pink like that. It's not very stealthy." He said to her.

She looked at the man. He had slicked back bleach-blonde hair and blue eyes. He had on a black shirt, black jeans, big black boots, and to top it all off, a long black leather jacket. He looked very gothic and a little bit punk.

"Really? Cause' bleach blonde hair doesn't seem very stealthy either," she rebutted.

"So what's your name?" He asked her.

She hesitated for a moment. It probably wasn't a good idea to give her name out to the people she was trying to steal cars from.

"Kiki. And you?" She finally said.

"I'm William the Bloody. But most people call me Spike." He answered.

Kiki had heard that name before. He was the one that all of those books talked about, books that she couldn't really remember because she had never paid attention to what her Watcher had tried to teach her. All she could remember was that he was a vampire, and that he wasn't given the name 'William the Bloody' because of his love for puppy dogs and flowers.

She was suddenly very worried. How could she have slipped up like this? She should have sensed that he was a vampire. She was the Slayer, after all. She opened up her bag, pulled out a crucifix and shoved it in his face.

Spike jumped back and yelled in pain. "Bloody hell! What was that for?!"

"I think we should take this outside." Kiki ordered him.

"No, we don't need to take this outside. There's nothing to take. You know I can't bite people, don't you? Or hurt them in any way, unless I want to get a migraine that hurts like hell." He said to her.

Kiki was confused. "What are you talking about?" She asked.

"I'm talking about this bloody chip in my head... so you're the new Slayer. Buffy's going to like you," Spike said.

"Who's Buffy?" Kiki had no idea who he was talking about.