Chapter one

Summer's Residence

It was early morning when the phone rang; Buffy Summers pulled the blankets up over her head and tried to ignore it.

The phone continued to ring for about two and a half minuets before it finally stopped, Buffy figured that either the person had given up or her mother had gotten up and answered it.

"Buffy, it Anya, pick up the phone!" called Joyce Summers, Buffy's mother.

Buffy groaned and rolled over; leave it up to Anya to call so early in the morning when normal people are trying to sleep.

"I've got it mom!" Buffy picked up the phone, "Anya?"

"The Slayers score another one Buffy!" Anya exclaimed into the phone.

"What?"

"I dumped Gary Marshall last night, Buffy! And would you believe he nearly cried and begged me to give him another chance" Anya reported proudly.

This woke Buffy up a bit, "Good for you An, I'll mark him down in the list, wow he is like your fourth guy this month, really trying for that world record huh Anya?"

Buffy Summers was one of the sexiest girls in Sunnydale high, along with Anya D'Hoffryn, and Cecily Halfrek. They were blonde, they were cheerleaders and they were slayers a lethal combination. While they acted sweet and innocent at football games and during most of the school day, at night they were a Guy's worst nightmare. They took advantage of the fact that they were irresistible by dating guys and then a few days later breaking their hearts. So they had been labeled 'The Heart Slayers' or most commonly as just 'The Slayers'. And even though this little reputation was widely known around Sunnydale, guys just seemed to keep on coming for more and thinking that maybe they would get lucky and not be dumped, so far no guy had managed to do so.

"Not yet I was just having some fun this month, I'm too soft-hearted I don't think I could ever beat your record of 15 guys in one month!"

"That was a fun month for me, all those sad faces, guys are just so easy!" Buffy stole a glance at her alarm clock, it was already 7:20 and she hadn't even showered yet, "listen An can we finish this up later I really have to get a move on"

"Absolutely, see you later Buffy,"

"Bye Anya"

Buffy set the phone back in its little stand. She climbed out of bed and in to the shower. When she had first woken up she was grouchy but news that 'The Slayers' had broken another heart, immediately perked her up, besides there wasn't really time to be grumpy today, what with the football game and all.

She would have to look her best today, since it was a home game the opposing team had to come down here, and some fresh prey would be perfect for this month.


De'Sanguinary Residence

"William Anthony D' Sanguinary, get your lazy ass out of bed now, your going to be late again!"

Bloody hell can't that Bloody bastard ever get m' name right? "It's Spike you bloody ponce!" Spike sat up and scowled in to the darkness, "And what's it matter if I'm late, not like it would affect you any"

Spike climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom, cursing his stepfather under his breath.

Bloody twit, what does 'e care, s'not like 'e 'as anything to worry about. Spike hated his stepfather more than the Devil hated good deeds and he always let him know this.

Spike glanced at him self in the mirror. He had deathly pale skin, sharp cheek bones, sapphire eyes and bleached blonde hair, in fact his hair was so white, even the cleanest snow looked dirty compared to his hair. His finger nails had black polish that was chipping off, and reminded him that he had to stop and buy some after school. Or maybe Faith still had some left she always shared her polish with him, when he was out.

Faith was Spike's best friend and fellow Goth. She had long dark brown hair with blonde highlights, she wasn't anywhere near as pale as him, she had a lot more color than him, but then she had spent more time in California then him. Spike was born in England and moved to Sunnydale when he was seven, after his mum died. His stepfather who happened to be an American moved Spike to the States immediately after the funeral. He had refused to let Spike even finish out the year. He had hated England and only lived there because he was in love with Spike's mum. After she died, his stepfather started drinking and became a horrible person to live with. So thus began Spike's hatred for the man.

Spike shook his head at the memory of his mother's funeral, no time for trips down sodding memory lane.

Spike got in the shower and let the hot water run down his back before washing up. He liked to waste a bit of water every morning just to get back at his stepfather, it was a minor thing, but still.

Once out of the shower Spike pulled on a pair of tight black jeans and a tight black t-shirt that showed off his muscles, he gelled his blonde hair back and slipped on a pair of black Doc Martens.

Last was his trade mark duster, he was rarely found without it. Hot days or cold days he wore this thing everywhere, it gave him the Bad boy look and told people that he was not some one to be messing with.

Before leaving the trailer Spike swiped his stepfather's last pack of cigarettes and stuffed them in his pocket, he had a feeling that today he would really need them. Spike hopped into his old Desoto and drove off.