Disclaimer: No trademark infringment is intended, no profit is being made. I do not own Spike or Buffy or anything with reguards to the TV show Buffy the vampire slayer. All of these things belong to Joss Whedonthe evil, evil demon who took the show off the air and left me with enough free time to write this.
Author's note: This is the very first fic I have ever written, so I am finally posting this now, like three years afterI started it. This is dedicated to a good friend of mine who has moved to Chicago, or rather a suburb west of it. She knows who she is.
Chapter I - In the Beginning There was a Slayer and a Vampire.
Restfield Cemetery, Sunnydale:
"I'ma kill you, Slayer. or die trying!"
Poof
"Die trying." Buffy Summers retorted. She shook her head. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."
The third vampire that night.
Confidently, she strutted down the cemetery whistling and twirling her stake.
She had been patrolling for two hours and so far three vamps. Quiet night... not even the annoying bleached wonder was up and about...
The silence of the night was broken by a sudden growl of a newly risen vampire. The fledgling lunged at the slayer, she dodged, deliberately missing at opportunity to stake it. She was bored and wanted some fun.
"Sloppy, noisy and you breathe too much." Buffy commented. "Who was your sire soI can report you?"
She exchanged a few punches. The vamp was so bad, so easy to kill that Buffy got tired of toying with it.
"Wait, a sec...I'll probably stake his ass anyhow." Buffy rolled her eyes and dusted off her pants.
As if on cue, a more experienced vampire emerged from the shadows.
"Girl, do you feel like being dinner?" The vampire asked.
"Not really." Buffy replied pretending to think for a moment. "No."
The vampire looked surprised for a second but quickly recovered and swung at her. Buffy merely dodged, then deciding that the last blow was too close she whirled around and kicked the vampire in the gut. Surprisingly, he caught her foot and threw her to the ground.
"Hey!I like this shirt!" Buffy exclaimed.
The vamp, ignoring it comment, leaned over her.
Buffy knocked him over.
"Do you know how mad my mom will be when she sees this shirt?" She demanded. She punched him again.
"Do you know how hard it is to get grass stains out of white shirts like these?" She demanded again accenting each word with a punch in the face.
"Do you know how much a girl has to spend for soap without getting rolled around in the dirt?" She grabbed him hoisted him up and kicked him into an exposed tree branch he dusted immidiately.
"Apparently not." she quipped.
Buffy heard clapping at the other end of the cemetetry.
"Very good, Slayer."
She would've thought the speaker was Spike (purely because he always pops up in her late night patrolls. Not because she was thinking about him or anything.) but the owner of the voice was much to proper to be Spike. Too proper to even to be giles
"How did you-"
She whirled around to see a man in a business suit.
"Chop chop, Ms. Summers we have work to do and all that. We really must be going." He interrupted gesturing for her to follow him.
"You must be-"
The man cut her off again with a sigh.
"I did not want to do this but-" He snapped his fingers and Buffy felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck. Whirling around again she saw two very burly men standing there with a syringe.
"What the-"
Buffy never finished the thought as she crumpled to the floor.
Across town, in a Rank bar called the Fish Bowl:
"Spike!"
The bleached blond vampire turned around and met the eyes of Augie, the bartender.
It was a dank bar, not one of his favorites but...
"Yeah?" he responded non-chalantly.
"I got a bone to pick with you, sp-spike!" Augie screamed.
Acouple of the humans in the bar turned to see what was going on. The crowd was mixed. Humans were allowed as long as they didn't mind demons and demons were allowed as long as they didn't kill any humans. In any case, it wasn't a very nice place. But, just the place for a little a fun... at least for Spike
The vampire in question smirked. He had a guess as to what this was about.
"Two more dead customers!"
"They were demons." Spike sighed.
"-I tell you the cops will have a raid here soon and-" Augie continued ignoring the correction.
Spike, who had long since grown tired of his triad, having heard it before, cut him off.
"They'll what?" He challenged. Augie stopped abruptly, frowning fearfully. "Report to their superiors about monsters and vampires and other things that go 'bump' in the night? Please, Augie" He chuckled. "Who'd believe em?"
Spike spread his arms and raised his eyebrows in a challenging gesture. He wanted to see if his guess was right.
"Y-you would be surprised!" The man yelled. He now seemed to be trying to convince himself.
"Right." Spike said. The pathetic human was afraid of him. The hesitation gave him away. Made him feel good, it did, to have someone scared of him again, but still. Augie knewSpike can't hurt him.
"The slayer!"
Spike raised an eye brow. Augie was getting smarter.
"The slayer has got more pressing matters to attend to." He assured the bartender. "Trust me.I doubt she'd bat an eye lash at the death of two gomaharra demons."
"You're bad news, Spike.I want you out of my bar." Augie said. "You-you're scaring away the customers and you've killed two. This" The squat bar tender gestured wildly with his hands to a seemingly apathetic crowd. "Is all because of you!"
Spike shrugged and got up surveying the crowd.
"Don't you meanI scare you?" He asked as he was about to open the door.
Acouple of the demons in the bar laughed at Augie. The bartender himself fish mouthed at him. Spike's eye brows went up. Poor man...
Spike shook these thoughts out of his head. He was feeling pity for the man.A decade ago he would have drained him dry and then laughed at the patheticness of this particular human. Stupid initiative...stupid slayer.
"Are you Spike?"A voice asked him.
"Could be. All depends on who's looking for him." Spike said not showing at all that he was surprised at being jumped as soon as he left the bar. The slayer did it quite often. Bursting into his crypt. You get used to it.
"No games, Spike. much to do." The owner of the voice was a man in a posh business suit.
"And why shouldI cooperate?" Spike asked almost conversationally.
The man almost sighed. the two were even more alike than the two of them knew or he, himself, had expected.
He nodded his head almost imperceptively.
The vampire noticed and turned around as soon as the bat hit his head. He fell to the ground, unconcious.