Each of these stands alone. Separate ratings and warnings.
Title: Thrice
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: AU for season two's "School Hard"
Pairings: Spike/Drusilla
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 230
Point of view: third
All a vampire ever longs for is one good day. To meet the Slayer and drain her, snap her pretty little neck, break her into beautiful, scattered pieces… one good day.
He is no different from the rest, though he can boast honestly of two Slayer kills. Not even Angelus could've claimed that before he went and got himself cursed with a soul.
Drusilla is injured, and fading fast, so Spike brings her to the Hellmouth, to Sunnydale, in hopes of healing her. It's pure coincidence that the poofter is there, brooding about, skulking in the shadows and helping the Slayer.
She's a pretty little thing, the current Slayer, blond and tiny—the poofter's type. She's got fire, like the Slayer from New York, though he doubts she'll be much of a fight.
He watches her for a few nights, gets a feel for her, then slinks into the Parent-Teacher Night. She's young, still learning—can't even sense he's there. So he ghosts around the party for a bit, blending in seamlessly; he's not that rash fledge who causes brawls anymore.
Spike's learned a lot in his hundred-plus years. He pads up behind her, no more than a whisper. He's never killed in the midst of a crowd, not like this. It's a rush.
His hands snake out and snap her neck in-between her heartbeats, and he's gone.
That's three.