Bloodstream

Summary: AU, Buffy has already met Spike when she was in L.A, after she lost her watcher. In stupidity, she decides to take him on, not knowing who exactly the bleached blonde vampire is. Surprisingly he lets her live, only to come back for her four years later.

/Prologue/

She swung at him. Her fist aiming for his face, but she only met his fist as he swung out his. She stumbled back from the impact, stumbling backwards before catching her stance again. He chuckled darkly; a smirk on his face, his stance was already perfected. He had killed two slayers already and another wouldn't make a difference, just a notch, another notch in his belt, but this one was a lot younger, whatever.

She straighten herself again, a sharp intense pain, shooting through her leg, but she held her face tight. Him hitting her earlier had nearly knocked her on her ass, but she caught it just in time.

"Now now, slayer. Don't start barkin' too early. I'm not done with you yet." He came at her, his fist aiming for her face. She raised her arms up, ready for the attack, hoping to catch him in the jaw to knock him a way back as he had done her, but he had changed his course, punching her in the stomach and picking up his leg, kicking her with so much force that she flew, her back hitting the bench behind her, breaking it into two. She moaned in pain, feeling her leg ache with even more pain than she could ever thought possible. She looked down and noticed that there was a small piece of wood in her thigh. She reached to grab for it, forgetting about him.

But he didn't forget about her.

He walked over to her, his boots stepping on the soft wet grass, leaning down to grab her, his hands around her neck as he pulled her up from the rumble, looking into her green eyes.

"You know, I could snap your neck right now and it wouldn' be half as fun if I just drunk from you." He gave her a twisted grin, throwing her to the ground. She arched her back in a loud scream. Her hands rising to smack him, but he caught them, wrestling her to the ground, his legs on either side of hers. He looked down at her, leaning in close, his nose touching hers, his cool breath in his face.

"I don' know what made you attack me. But you should learn little girl, I don't play well with my food. It's only been twenty minutes and you're in more pain than I." He ran his nose over her face, learning her scent.

"Let me go!" She shouldn't have attacked him as she did. She was so young and lost, she knew that. But she was so angry, and he was feeding on a woman when she stepped in. She now wished she hadn't. She had assumed he had just popped out of the ground but no. He was older, stronger. She knew that now.

"Why should I let you go? Dru's gone, her Angel pet came back. That bloody pouce" He mumbled something else she couldn't understand, his eyes glancing elsewhere. "You know. I wouldn't mind having a slayer as a pet. I could train you. You're reckless. Most would have known how old I am." He raised a brow, eying her more closely.

"I don't do pets. I'm no ones pet." The pain in her leg ached more as he had shifted on top of her. She clenched her teeth to not scream.

He averted his gaze, looking down at the small wood in her thigh. He quickly grabbed for it, grasping it in his hand. "Tell me your name." He tightened his grip around it.

She winced in pain, parting her lips to let out a small quiet hiss.

"Elizabeth" She turned her head, tears staining her cheeks as he gripped it tighter.

"Well, I could do two things to you, luv. Kill you, drink you dry. Or make you a personal slave." He smirked, pulling out the wood. Her blood perfuming the air, a scream leaving her lips as he did so, a soft chuckle leaving his as if it amused him, her this way beneath him; helpless, alone, vulnerable, and weak.

She shook her head, his mouth hovering over cheek, his yellow eyes boring into her grassy greens.

"Let me go, please! I'm too young to die." It was such a cliché but yet it was the truth. She did not want to die at fifteen. She wanted a boyfriend. She wanted so much more than meeting her death, but she wasn't going to beg for her life. She known that vampires got off on that and her begging for something she would never get was stupid. She was not going to do something that would be more even idiotic than before.

"I'll give you option, pet. I train you. You're careless and all I have to do is press my thumb against your throat and you're no more. I'll make you like me, not a vampire. Your death will cause another to wake. I know how this works, slayer. I had my fill of two meself. Now, I can train you; help you fight way better than those "watchers". I'll make you faster, stronger, quick thinker." He tilted his head and shook his head. His 'game face' went away and Elizabeth stilled, shocked by his true features.

His bleach blonde hair, his piercing blue eyes, his smooth looking lips, his pale white hands holding her down to the ground as he straddled her. She ignored the hard thing rubbing up against her, already guessing what it was but didn't want to say anything.

"Now, Elizabeth." He said her name as if he was running it through his head, trying to make sure it sounded right as he let it roll around in his mouth. "Tell me your decision." His nostrils flared as her blood surrounded him. He held back shifting into his true face, but settled on leaning downward, ignoring her neck, moving his body to reach the wound, taking slow long licks at her blood before attaching his lips to it and sucking.

Elizabeth groaned, never feeling the sensation before. Her body shook and she tilted her head back, groaning softly, not sure why it felt good to her but it did.

"Nearly forgot how sweet slayer blood was. Sweet but powerful, could knock you on your ass if you allowed it." He nodded, grinning, pulling back to rub his mouth and chin into her blood, moaning at how different her blood tasted than the rest of them.

Elizabeth shook as he did so, finding it disgusting that he was so into her blood, but she had to remind herself that vampires and blood were together-ly thing, not like he had a problem with rubbing half in his face in her blood, because ew. But she did. If he had a mind too, he could drain her dry and leave her there, dead.

She had no watcher. Her parents were at the brink of divorce and yet it seemed as like everyone would do fine without her. She looked back at the vampire and thought about what he was telling her. He wanted to train her, for what purpose? Was it to eventually train her so they could have the biggest brawl. A fight to the death kind of thing?

"What would happen if I said yes?" She asked him cautiously, curious.

He looked back at her, tilting his head to the side, his pink lips stained with her blood. "Well, I'll make you as I have said. You'll still go to school and be the good little girl you're meant to be, but at night, in the shadows you come train with me."

Elizabeth took in the information and replayed it over and over again in her head.

"What if I say no?" She had to consider all options. She couldn't just jump right into it.

A smirk crossed his lips and he chuckled softly. "I kill you right here, bag my third slayer, and move on. Nothing in this town anyway."

She gulped, debating the options in her head. "Why train me? I'm a slayer and you are a vampire are you not?"

He quickly moved off of her, pulling her to a stand, throwing her over his shoulder, the action causing more pain to shoot up through her leg as he walked out of the area, toting her. She hissed in pain.

"Because, Elizabeth. I'm a Master Vampire. I've killed two slayers. But I want a challenge. I see something inside of you and I want to bring that out. I want us to one day, meet each other again and fight to the death." He nodded. "I've always wanted to be taken out in a pure fight, always."

Elizabeth took in his words and then something hit her. She had never gotten his name. "What's your name?"

Simple question got a simple answer.

"Names Spike and I'm your watcher now, pet"

~.~

~Four years later~

"Chill G-man, I know what I'm supposed to be doing, just chose not to."

The dark haired slayer replied to his earlier question as she looked over her nails, deciding that repainting was the best option and she wished that she should have bought some to paint her nails with. She wasn't in the mood to deal with her watcher at the moment. He was ruining her mood with all this studying that he was having her do and on what? Slayers that were too young and too dead, for his information she was alive for three and half years straight and had at least two hundred kills to her name. Why in the world would she need to learn about slayers that had died by their own careless mistake?

"Faith, you want to survive in this world. You have to study them. Your previous sisters have all died by vampires or slipups because they weren't watchful. Now tell me, what you know about the latest slayer you've been studying."

Faith rolled her eyes and looked at Giles, her watcher, knowing he wouldn't stop unless she told him something. "Alright, latest one was Elizabeth Anne Summers; she had no watcher, but lived for awhile, eventually she was assigned a watcher name, Lucy. Lucy recorded everything that she did, saying she was extremely fast and quick in reflexes. Elizabeth surprised Lucy by killing one of the vampires from the vamp bad ass gang, back in the old days. She staked Darla and wounded Drusilla without a backwards glance." She had read more, but hadn't wanted to mention all that she had read. It was pretty heavy and gotten to sad for her.

Giles nodded, taking in the information that his slayer had provided him, certain passages from that file popped in his head and he had to sit down, giving a moment of silence to the slayers mother. In the records, the slayer had been out patrolling when her house was attacked, killing the mother and father. It was like after that, the girl had gotten ruthless, putting fear in demons, having the run before she even scared them into running and then it all stopped. He placed his cup of coffee to his lips and continued breaking down Elizabeth's file, knowing that she had disappeared a bit over a year ago. He assumed she had died because Kendra, another slayer, was brought forth. She fought and then she was killed by a vampire and then came Faith Lethane. She was careless, played around too, but she got the job done.

"Can I go now? Willow and Xander are meeting me at the Bronze and I kinda want to party hard before Willow goes off to college." Faith stood up from her chair, stretching her arms over her head. Her black tank raising up, showing off her belly button, her flat stomach. She wore tight leather pants and black boots that were stained with small brown specks.

Giles looked at Faith, mentally shaking his head, wishing she would be more focused than prancing off with her friends, even if her friends already knew that she was a slayer and protected them for the evil that hide underneath their sheets. She wished that she was more responsible, but he was her watcher and he had a right of cutting her some slack. He couldn't just pile more work on her, she would eventually do nothing and then he'd have a lazy slayer. Which he found a careless slayer was better than a lazy one.

"Alright, Faith, but please do a quick patrol before heading over there. It's Saturday, you know how they are. No matter what day it is. They just want to kill." He sipped more on his coffee, glancing at the books that laid scattered on his coffee table, opened and well looked through.

Their private one on one meeting started from a vampire that Faith had slayed last night. He had wore some strange symbol that was etched into his body and Giles wondered if there was something to look into, which he found, now, the research was useless. But he hoped to find something. He wanted to be on his toes if something like that happened again.

Faith walked over towards the coat rack, taking her jacket off the hook and sliding into it. It stopped around her waist and tightened around her cleavage area, making it more profound as she looked at Giles with a twisted smile. "I'll do the patrol thing and then the party thing and you do the keep your nose in a book thing."

Giles mumbled something under his breath as he reached forward for a book, picking it off the table and placing it on his knee as he slipped his coffee.

Faith laughed softly before opening the door and leaving, digging through her sleeves to check that her stakes were there. She wanted to do some quick jabs and leave. She wasn't planning on fighting them for twenty minutes. Her best friend was leaving off to college and she promised her drinks and hot music, which she was going to provide and it wasn't like there was no big bad busting into town. She heard nothing and felt nothing big, everything was fine.

And she hoped the vampire with the three holes in his chest was nothing major, just some wacko who got his rocks off with being stabbed.

She nodded, reassuring herself as she headed for the bronze, thinking of all the things that she was going to get Willow to do before she left, and not paying attention to the green eyes watching her.

~Two years before~

"Alright, pet, what's the first lesson?" Spike stood before her, watching her every move. He had small cuts and bruises along his chin and a couple of knife slices along his naked chest, but it was no bother. The girl before him was bruised worse than he. She had cuts along her arms and hands. Her knuckles were bruised and her right cheek was red from the slaps that she had received but she was still standing before him, walking around him as he did her. They were both watching the other with adrenaline in their eyes, waiting for the other to move.

"Expect everything from your opponent." She threw her left fist at him, punching him in the jaw, bringing up her right knee to knee him in his gut, but he blocked it off, jumping back with a chuckle leaving his lips.

"Good shot." He wiped the blood that was leaking from the cut on his bottom lip, lapping at it with his tongue. He chuckled more, pain shooting from his jaw, but he said nothing. Pain was nothing if you allowed yourself to feel it. "Next lesson."

He swung at her, aiming for her head, but she leaned back, bringing out her hands for a backwards flip, kicking Spike in the head, sending him flying back into a wooden pillar. He fell into it and crashed into the wall behind him, the force of the kick made a dent into the wall as he fell to the floor.

Elizabeth jumped on him, straddling him, her fist raised as if she had a stake in her hands, having it hover over his heart. She leaned down, whispering, even though she didn't need too. "Don't think, just do." She smirked, staring at him with her green eyes.

Spike chuckled, his chest vibrating with laughter, before he grabbed at her neck, shifting back into his human guise, pushing her on the floor and pinning her there. His nose touching hers as he leaned in, grabbing at her hands to hold her down, looming over her and a smirk on his lips as it was on hers.

"Now pet, what's the one thing I taught you that I want you to remember."

He cocked his head, running his tongue along his bottom lip, eyeing her with his piercing blue eyes, lust and anger moving through them.

She swallowed, remembering his speech from the very first time they had fought, because he had nearly killed. He had wiped the floor with her and hadn't even lifted a finger and he hadn't held back. He gave it his all, which took her three weeks of healing, and even then he hadn't stopped. He reminded her every time that something of hers had broken that she needed to be able to use her other limbs if something like that happened.

"A slayer has always got a death wish." She whispered to him, knowing that she was right because he made her say it after each training lesson.

He nodded, liking her answer. He pulled himself to a stand and helped her up, crossed his arms over his chest, peering down at her.

She dusted herself off, feeling pain ache through her legs once again, but shrugged it off. She looked at Spike and was about to open her mouth to speak, wanting to know if she could go home. It was nearly midnight, she could tell. After training with Spike for so long, she learned to hone her demonic abilities; learning how to track, to hunt, to show no mercy. The bad side to that was she never fixed her sleeping schedule. It was as Spikes, waking up for the night and sleeping in during the day. She opened her mouth to ask, knowing he probably would say no, after her near drowning experience. He had upped the training and made it twice as hard, but before she could ask. The door to their training area opened and revealed a fledging vampire.

A vampire that she should have killed but didn't. He was Spike's minion and did odd jobs for him, which still was the same, but Spike had told her not too. He wasn't finished with the town yet, so he wasn't finished with his useless minions yet either.

"Flex, please do tell me that there is a shortage in food or so help me. I'll rip out your eyes and shove them down your throat. You'll watch yourself dust as I rip off your head." Spike tilted his head to side, eying the bald headed vampire. He had a long scar along his right cheek and a three piercings along his eyebrow.

Flex gulped, looking down, not wanting to see the rising anger in his masters eyes. He crossed his arms over his front, hiding the wound he had gotten earlier in the night.

One thing Elizabeth learned about Spike, don't interrupt him when he's busy, especially if she was there. She noticed after her fights with Spike that she was hyped up for more. She was tired and wanted sleep, but she wanted to actually kill something. And Flex standing before her was giving her that itching feeling to do so, even knowing she wasn't supposed too because Spike would make her train extra hard.

So she said nothing.

"Master, there is some news. You told me to tell you if there was news." He nodded, gulping, looking at the floor, looking at the roaches but not at him.

Spike turned fully to face flex stepping closer to him, his hand coming up and wrapping around his neck, holding him high in the air as he shifted, his amber eyes boring into Flex's hazel ones.

"What's the news, boy?" He curled his lips, baring his fangs, the fight he had with Elizabeth was running through his veins and he wanted to rip someone's head off. He would have killed her a long time ago, but he wanted her ready. He was planning on playing a game of cat and mouse, letting her live on her own before he followed after her. He wanted a fight to the end and she knew that. He told her that every day.

"There's a new slayer passing through town."

I'm sorry for the jumping back and forth. I'm trying to establish a story line where you can see how he trained her for The Challenge, that he has always wanted. You will see more of the other characters and I hope I keep them in character. The flashback will contain their battles against each other and try to reflect on the Buffy that you will see, later on in future chapters.

Spoiler: She will be called Buffy but there is a history and truth behind it that I willl reveal soon.

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