Fists & Fangs - By MysLii
Summary: For your information, Spike never got chipped and there's no such thing as The Initiative and Riley Finn in this fic. Take's place sometime after Spike's return from Angel in L.A and his hunt on The Gem Of Amarra.
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Buffy jumped down from the tree and landed cat-like on her feet. She was out hunting and hiding in the trees had shown to be useful before. When the vampires would pass by, she'd jump down and make dust. But now she'd been sitting in the darn tree for 2 hours and nothing blood-sucking or supernatural had been spotted. "Another dull night in Buffy Land…" she muttered and yawned.
The attack came fast, unexpected and out of no where. Before she she could react she was smacked across the graveyard, hit an old masouleum and fell down like a sack of potatoes. She shaked her head and lifted it. And groaned.
"Want me to make it less dull, kitten?"
"Spike! Long time, no desire to see…look, why can't you just take a hint and stay away?"
The blond vampire flashed her a devilish grin and took fighting stance. She did the same.
"When I was a nipperkin, my mum told me always to finish what I started" he said as they began to circle around each other.
"That's swell Spike, but really…why are you here? No wait, let me guess! Could it be something like Angel kicking your ass into next Tuesday?"
"Very funny, Slayer" he growled, not proud of his latest failure.
"I'm not laughing" she shot back.
With a snarl, he attacked. She quickly dodged, grabbed his arm and sent him flying into a tree, never letting go of him.
He howled in outrage because she got to throw the first punch and launched at her again, a ball of black, blond and fangs. This this time he didn't miss. He hit her with his whole weight behind and they tumbled around in the grass, growling and yelling, pummling at each other.
He punched her in the face and she grabbed his arm, twisting it with a nasty snap. He yelled out in pain and kicked her in her stomach so she stumbled backwards. He got up on his feet again and launched a kick to her head, which she blocked. She punched his jaw so hard, so he almost could feel his skull ring. Buffy used his attacked of mild dissiness to tackle him to the ground. She pinned him down and quickly pulled out a stake from her boot.
"You just can't win, can you?" she asked in a faked, sweet voice and pocked him in the chest with the sharp end of the stake.
Spike eyes widened with outrage as she poked him with the stake again, this time a little harder. Then he knocked the stake out of her hand and rolled over so he was now on top.
"What a nice neck you got there, luv. Care to share?" He asked in a thick, english accent. She glared daggers at him and kneed him in the groin.
"YEOWR!" he howled out and tried to grab her again. But she was already on her feet, smirking at him.
"Bitch!" he snapped.
"I try" she shrugged. Then she punched him again and kicked him in the stomach so he fell backwards, groaning and landing on the ground with a thud.
"Look, if you're just gonna lie down, I'm gonna leave now. I'm kinda tired anyway, so..." she mocked and faked a yawn. She knew how much it annoyed him when people just ignored him. "Bye Spike, it sucked talking to ya…but it was fun to kick your ass." Then she winked at him, turned around and walked away.
Spike's face was a mix of surprise and anger. He just laid there on the ground for a while, partly because it hurt to much to stand and partly because he was too occupied with planning how to make the Slayers death as painful as possible to do anything else. Finally, he got to his feet, brushing the dirt of his duster.
"Easy now…don't do something stupid…just pick up the last shreds of your dignity and go home…you'll do some payback later" he muttered to himself. Then he stomped out in the night.
He didn't even notice the shadow hiding behind an old chapel not far from where he was. Buffy casted one last glance at the retreating shadow of William The Bloody. Then she sighed and began to walk home. This was going to be one hell of a week!
TBC…
© MysLii 2001
Summary: For your information, Spike never got chipped and there's no such thing as The Initiative and Riley Finn in this fic. Take's place sometime after Spike's return from Angel in L.A and his hunt on The Gem Of Amarra.
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Buffy jumped down from the tree and landed cat-like on her feet. She was out hunting and hiding in the trees had shown to be useful before. When the vampires would pass by, she'd jump down and make dust. But now she'd been sitting in the darn tree for 2 hours and nothing blood-sucking or supernatural had been spotted. "Another dull night in Buffy Land…" she muttered and yawned.
The attack came fast, unexpected and out of no where. Before she she could react she was smacked across the graveyard, hit an old masouleum and fell down like a sack of potatoes. She shaked her head and lifted it. And groaned.
"Want me to make it less dull, kitten?"
"Spike! Long time, no desire to see…look, why can't you just take a hint and stay away?"
The blond vampire flashed her a devilish grin and took fighting stance. She did the same.
"When I was a nipperkin, my mum told me always to finish what I started" he said as they began to circle around each other.
"That's swell Spike, but really…why are you here? No wait, let me guess! Could it be something like Angel kicking your ass into next Tuesday?"
"Very funny, Slayer" he growled, not proud of his latest failure.
"I'm not laughing" she shot back.
With a snarl, he attacked. She quickly dodged, grabbed his arm and sent him flying into a tree, never letting go of him.
He howled in outrage because she got to throw the first punch and launched at her again, a ball of black, blond and fangs. This this time he didn't miss. He hit her with his whole weight behind and they tumbled around in the grass, growling and yelling, pummling at each other.
He punched her in the face and she grabbed his arm, twisting it with a nasty snap. He yelled out in pain and kicked her in her stomach so she stumbled backwards. He got up on his feet again and launched a kick to her head, which she blocked. She punched his jaw so hard, so he almost could feel his skull ring. Buffy used his attacked of mild dissiness to tackle him to the ground. She pinned him down and quickly pulled out a stake from her boot.
"You just can't win, can you?" she asked in a faked, sweet voice and pocked him in the chest with the sharp end of the stake.
Spike eyes widened with outrage as she poked him with the stake again, this time a little harder. Then he knocked the stake out of her hand and rolled over so he was now on top.
"What a nice neck you got there, luv. Care to share?" He asked in a thick, english accent. She glared daggers at him and kneed him in the groin.
"YEOWR!" he howled out and tried to grab her again. But she was already on her feet, smirking at him.
"Bitch!" he snapped.
"I try" she shrugged. Then she punched him again and kicked him in the stomach so he fell backwards, groaning and landing on the ground with a thud.
"Look, if you're just gonna lie down, I'm gonna leave now. I'm kinda tired anyway, so..." she mocked and faked a yawn. She knew how much it annoyed him when people just ignored him. "Bye Spike, it sucked talking to ya…but it was fun to kick your ass." Then she winked at him, turned around and walked away.
Spike's face was a mix of surprise and anger. He just laid there on the ground for a while, partly because it hurt to much to stand and partly because he was too occupied with planning how to make the Slayers death as painful as possible to do anything else. Finally, he got to his feet, brushing the dirt of his duster.
"Easy now…don't do something stupid…just pick up the last shreds of your dignity and go home…you'll do some payback later" he muttered to himself. Then he stomped out in the night.
He didn't even notice the shadow hiding behind an old chapel not far from where he was. Buffy casted one last glance at the retreating shadow of William The Bloody. Then she sighed and began to walk home. This was going to be one hell of a week!
TBC…
© MysLii 2001