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Wind tugged at her jacket as she wandered through the gravestones, listening. She could sense the grass and twigs being disturbed even before the sound reached her ears. She spun, stake in hand.
"Spike."
"Slayer. Planning on using that?"
"Give me a reason to."
He moved closer until they were nose to nose. "That really what you want?"
"Yes." She shudder as he let his hand graze her thigh.
He leaned close, his words wrapping themselves around her. "Kill me then."
She raised the stake.. He stood still. She shook her head, pulling him to her. It could wait.