Note: Drusilla died in Prague and spike is alone.

Spike strode into the Bronze with a predatory gleam in his eyes searching for one thing; wrong; one girl. She was the one girl who would fight him with ease, who was chosen to fight nasties like him; The Slayer. It wasn't hard to find her. She was wearing a silverfish halter top and dark jeans. Oh yeah she was hotter then the last one and looked easier to kill. 'No', he thought. He would tie her up and torture her; make her beg. And even when she does he would deny her the one thing that she wanted. At the table she was at the Slayer had left her homework. "Buffy Summers" it read out and all he could think was 'what kind of name is Buffy?'

At the bar he saw one of his minions. He motioned towards him.

"Go get something to eat." He told the younger vamp and he obeyed. After making sure that his mate had something to eat he neared her. She was pretty as he had thought before. Her blonde locks framed her face nicely. I was too bad they would end up dirty and bloody. "Where's the phone? I need to call the police. There's some big guy out there trying to bite somebody." As on cue she ran to the spot. 'God she's so gullible.' He thought with a smirk. He sat in the shadows watching her. She was good and resourceful. The vampire had her on the ground and was gonna taste her but she swung up her legs and kicked him in the face. As soon as he was dusted Spike decided to make himself known. He clapped.

When Buffy had dusted the vamp she heard claps behind her. She turned her head and saw him. His beached hair gleamed in the light and his blue eyes sparkled.

"Nice work Luv." He said in a British…no that was cockney accent.

"Who are you?" She questioned.

"Spike."

"So I'm guessing you set up this vampire feast?" She said knowingly.

"You're smarter than I thought." He strode towards her easily. The Slayer backed up but he couldn't detect any fear yet. Ahh there it is the thing he lived off of; her fear.

"Willow, Xander, go home I can deal with this wanna be."

Her two friends ran off the opposite direction leaving the Slayer vulnerable or he thought she was. She made the first blow which he blocked with ease and responded by knocking her feet out from under her.

"I thought you were a Slayer." He taunted as he climbed on top of her. She did a roll and flipped him off. She aimed hard power filled blows until she was tiered. He didn't even try to block them. "Getting tiered?" He asked

"Not even." She threw a garbage can his way and he dodged it.

"Alright this is getting pathetic." He aimed a blow at her and she stumbled back. Spike picked her up by her neck and cut off her oxygen. He felt her breathing slow. "What not gonna fight back?" She spit her blood on him. "Mmmm that's good." He felt her heart beat quicken and then slow down. After making sure she was unconscious he scooped her up and carried her to the warehouse.

Buffy awoke with a start and studied her surroundings. She tried to rack her head of what had happened the previous night. Then she felt the pain on her throat.

"Okay, the pain is there and I'm not home so my guess is that this isn't of the good." She mumbled to herself.

"Well no Luv, it isn't of the good for you. Now I expected you would fight so I took the liberty to uses chains. That way I wouldn't get hurt and you…well you'd have to fight harder. She felt the chains. The cool metal pierced her skin and she looked up. The chains had Spikes on them.

"What's with the spikes?"

"Well, should you try to move except how I want you to…well then you will scream. And I'll love to hear you scream. So, I'm going to undo the chains and see if you will try to escape. But note, I will be behind you and there will be consequences. You are not allowed to fight." She rolled her eyes but nodded. The bed posts were wood and she could easily break them and stake his ass. She would not let him abash her. The chains were unlocked and she instinctively rubbed her wrists. Her skin was now raw with blood and bruises marring her wrists. Everything else was perfect. Spike walked out of the room ready to see what she would do. The Slayer of course headed straight towards the door. Buffy was so ready to get out of there that she didn't notice Spike come up behind her until the door was shut. "You disobeyed so now you'll have to be punished." He grabbed her hand and she aimed a blow his direction. Her punched her and she fell to the ground. "I told you…" He stomped on her stomach hearing bones crack. He lifted his foot up to strike again when she caught it and threw him back. Spike stood up and walked over to the Slayer. She was still on the ground and didn't attempt to get up. He grabbed her leg and snapped it. She screamed.

"Oww! Oh God!"

"Well I promise not to hurt you anymore today."

"Yeah right." She spat blood towards him.

"I am a vampire of my word." He scooped her up, walked towards an unknown room threw the Slayer in there. She immediately stood up painfully and faced the vampires she sensed before her.

"Just make sure she's able to play tomorrow." Spike said into the room and locked the door.