Disclaimer- There are a lot of references I make to everyday things we take for granted...in no way do I own them or am I being paid to endorce their products...but that would be a cool thing. I in no way own Spike...but I sure wish I did. Well now that I have all the formalities out of the way...enjoy!

Chapter One: Angst with an Undead Body Count

The night air sifted loosely through my slick black trench coat as I ran down the street. I had to make it to the cemetery in time to watch whatever unfolded. Ok she left her place an hour ago so she has to have found one by now or they found her. I thought to myself and smirked at the second thought. Ever since I found out who the slayer was around here I have had this unexplainable obsession with her, not for her per say but about her. Everything she knew I wanted to know and understand. But most of all I wanted to hate her; I wanted to kill her. But in my current state...meaning pathetic useless human...that was pretty much a useless thought. I wanted to kill her since she was killing the ones I loved, the ones that I had the greatest longing for since I was just a mere child. The ones that killed without remorse, without a second's thought and were driven by something pure...instinct. For the past 6 years all I could do was dream of seeing a vampire ever since I read about them in the dark lore book I had picked up in the library. Ever since I found the slayer I have been stalking her, strange how one learns covert tactics off a web-site overnight, but then again people can learn just about anything over-night on the Internet. Every night she leaves her house around 10:00 but really what creature is going to prowl around when the teenagers are ganged up in large numbers. The slayer was a dumb one and someone sure had to watch this one especially since even I, the clumsiest girl in the world, could sneak up on her. I mean, not a day goes by without me tripping or falling over my boots or trench coat so the world is doomed if the population depends on this ditz. Ahhh! The asphalt was cool to my hands as I found myself tangled in my trench coat yet again. I grimaced and got up checking for damages on my clothing. No wonder I tripped… stupid boots. I bent down and strapped the 5 buckles I had so absent mindedly left hanging loose causing my boot to slip off my foot and there I went. I looked around and everything was silent...Good no one saw me! I stood up and regained my composure. Then the next thing I knew I was diving behind an oversized monolith of a tombstone. I didn't even know there were friggin' tombstones this big. I peered out from behind the tombstone and saw the slayer running full throttle down the middle of the street from the direction I was running to. Okay what in the bloody hell is she doing running away from the battle site? Is she a coward or what...Damn and I was hoping to catch a glimpse of a sexy little newbie Vamp. I thought to myself and frowned. As she gained a little ground towards me I noticed a dark puddle consuming the front of her shirt and her hand cradling her abdomen. An expression of blatant fear was smacked on her face and in her dilated blue eyes that were burning a hole at some point far in front of her, anywhere but where she was. A feeling of estranged joy crept in the pit of my stomach, was I getting butterflies? I wasn't even sure why I hated her, oh wait yes I do! She was beautiful, popular, abnormally skinny, too afraid of being herself, and always seemed to have some negative thing to say about me or the people I chose to hang around with. So yeah I hated her really friggin' bad! I gazed after her to see what magnificent creature had stumbled upon the gates to my heart by stabbing her. And there he was so beautiful and a sexy man! The slayer was a good football field's length away from him and all he was doing was walking almost at a leisurely pace. Evidently he wasn't hungry...

Chapter Two: Heaven or Hell?

I watched him intently as he stepped through the shadows of the trees and the moonlight grazed his pale skin lightly. My heart was pounding in my ears as the blood rushed to my head. I was going to see the vampire of my dreams and the death of the slayer all in one night! YES! I am the luckiest girl in the world! I tried to control myself from standing up and doing the stupid little victory dance I found myself doing when I relished in my morbid glory. I glanced back and noticed he was getting closer. His bleached blonde hair accented his handsome strong cheekbones that defined his beautiful face. His body…not to be cliché…his body was like heaven. I could see the contours of his chest and stomach through his tight burgundy shirt that was tattered slightly. His tight leather pants made me want to jump out from behind the tombstone and yell some vulgar, obscene un-lady like thing. His long black trench coat wafted across the ground like a feather on the breeze. Damn he made me want to bite my hand off. When I came back to reality I noticed I was drooling and he was no longer in my field of vision. I groaned silently and felt a creepy feeling wash over me as if someone had turned the table and started to watch me. I closed my eyes and gulped before I slowly turned around on the ground to be greeted by a pair of boots almost like mine... wait they were mine just like mine! I slowly brought my gaze upward but before I could reach the person's face I was slammed against the tombstone I had originally used to avoid this kind of confrontation. I saw my attacker which happened to be the sexy vampire. The sexy vampire I had dreamed of touching since moments ago...I worked fast. I swallowed with effort since he had me by the throat. Then I was able to hear his heavenly voice, which I wasn't expecting at all.

Chapter Three: Call Me Crazy But Are You For Real?

"Why the bloody hell are you out here, little girl? Staring at me like some lost puppy!" He harshly spoke but he was still in his human form, which was so incredibly enthralling by itself. I thought for a bit about what I would say but I had more trouble since I was also thinking about how much his grip was cutting my oxygen supply off. I did what I had to do. I inhaled all I could and head-butted him as hard as I could. Stunned, he let me go and I dropped to the ground with a thud.

"Owww! Damn it your head is hard as hell! Why couldn't I have gone for the crotch?" I looked up as he growled angrily. I scrambled up to my feet and stared at him blankly. I had never fought a vampire before only watched the fights. What could be so hard I mean I have to be stronger than the slayer she is just a weak little prep! I thought and out of nowhere I felt the pang in my abdomen as his fist ground into my flesh. My breath left me and as if I were suddenly fueled by a primal urge...the urge to kill to survive, I stood up again and smirked at him. He charged towards me and I jumped up onto the tomb behind me and kicked him in his chest sending him sprawling to the ground. He looked at me with an awkward hatred. I reached in my coat and pulled out the stake that I thought would grow mold before I used it. But he was going to KILL me not make me one of his. I spun the stake around so the pointed end was away from me and I leapt to the ground again.

"Look really I don't want to kill you but if you make me I will!" I tried reasoning with him. He charged forward again. But clearly reasoning failed. He yelled aloud and I dodged his glancing blow. His fist hit the tombstone and chipped it. Damn he is hitting with some friggin' force now! I am so dead! DEAD, DEAD, deader than DEAD! He growled and turned to me and remarked.

"Listen pet, I will kill you like I kill all the other pathetic ones of your species. Not in the mood for fun and games, so just give up and let 'ole Spike here have some fun." He smirked and I just stood there listening to him. He was right humans were pathetic because they always cause themselves to die. But not me! His name was Spike how rugged and frigid. I love it! He moved towards me slightly but I didn't move. I told myself to stand my ground and if he strikes I will too. My hands went limp at my side with the stake firmly gripped in my right. Spike leaned forward and stared into my dark eyes. I stared into his intensely trying to show no fear.

"Aww luv. All work and no play makes you a dull gurl!" Spike whispered in my ear as he grabbed my left arm and pulled me to his body, my back to him. "Now that's more like it now be a good girl and give up." His voice was melodic and hypnotizing. I fell into the darkest part of myself when he spoke. It felt so refreshing but I had to fight. I kicked back and hit his shin loosening his grip on me. "You little bitch! You're going to hell"

"Thanks" I called out and spun my stake to the jagged killing edge. "Oh save me a seat you demented bastard 'cause you're going first!" I rushed forward not thinking and saw everything in slow motion. Spike reached up and caught my hand guiding it with his crushing blow back toward me and slamming the stake into my thigh through my favorite black pants. I let out the most horrific scream I think I have ever heard. Spike only seemed to stare in amusement as I screamed and pointed at my leg. Then I screamed and pointed at my leg again until it was pretty much a reoccurring thing. Spike knelt down and pulled me up by my coat collar, whispering in my ear.

"How does it feel to be the one losing?" He snickered and I pushed my pain aside standing up, staring at him with a renewed anger supply. Then my common sense finally kicked in and told me to haul ass. So I did the only thing I could, I cheated. I grabbed a hand full of dirt and threw it into his eyes and ran blindly down the street to my safety. I knew if I got to my house, I was safe. I winced as my leg went numb and the stake didn't seem to be there anymore. Just a huge puncture wound with blood flowing down my leg. I was losing blood and fast. I saw my house and ran without restraint. I ran with the last bit of hope I could muster. I tripped up the stairs and fumbled with the knob. HOLY SHIT it's locked! I searched my pockets but the key wasn't there. I stared panicking and finally remembered the key under the mat just as I saw Spike coming up my driveway. I forced the key in the lock and pushed. My eyes tightly clenched waiting for Spike's deathblow to come. But nothing. I opened my eyes and there was Spike on the other side of my door. I burst out laughing and pointed at him. Then I slammed the door in his face, locking it back. I winced as I stood up. I looked over and saw my mom on the couch passed out in her drunkenness. I scoffed and made my way upstairs to my room with the help of the railing. I walked in the bathroom and raided the medicine cabinet. Everything from toilet paper to eye-drops, I grabbed. I closed the door to my room and threw everything on my bed. I sat down to relax and bandage the gapping hole in my leg. I knew that I should have gone to the hospital but kind of hard to do that with a bloodthirsty vamp outside. I laid back on my bed and closed my eyes, cursing myself for freaking letting myself be seen. I didn't even care that I was fully clothed and bleeding all over my black bedspread. It was black like the blood would show that much! Something jolted me out of my sleep then the noise came into focus. It was the doorbell. I clawed my way to the window with my dwindling strength to see who it was but someone had already opened the door. A feeling of dread choked my breath. I stared out the window while simultaneously yelling.

"Mom don't invite..." I was unable to finish my sentence when I was interrupted.

"Too late luv," My eyes widened as I winced in discomfort. I would die in my own fucking room! How lame! I was supposed to die doing something to save another dumb ass somewhere else! But no I was going to have my throat ripped out by a vampire in the safety of my own room. I swallowed and turned around defiantly staring in his eyes. He had shut the door behind him so conveniently, that way if I tried anything I would have to take the time to reopen the door. Blast him! He was thinking faster than I was. He smirked at me in his malicious way. But then I thought well if I am to die at least a gorgeous man is knocking me off. I couldn't help but laugh at my situation. Although not a smart thing I did, laughing out loud, not that I was ever really good when it came to common sense. I felt the boisterous laugh emerge from my lips and I saw Spike tilt his head intrigued.

"It is a sad thing pet. I come to kill you and all you have to do is laugh. Pathetic..." Spike said in what I was assuming an English accent. Whatever it was, it was dreamy and I wanted to get lost in the vibrations of his voice. Snap out of it Lisa! He is here to kill your ass but all you have to do is dream about how much you want in his pants. I stopped my laughing and stared defiantly at Spike trying to keep my drowsy eyes open.

"This is my house and my room. The moment you crossed the threshold you entered my world. Now if you think I am going to give up without a fight you are sadly mistaken," I managed to get the sentence out before I had started to tremble. Spike stared in my eyes almost as if he were looking into my mind trying to pick at my thoughts. He moved closer to me and grabbed my arm bending it behind my back. I kept my gaze unmoving with his. He smirked and let my arm loose but his grip remained firmly around my wrist.

"Tell me pet. Why were you out so late after your bedtime, eh?" Spike questioned me as he tightened his fingers around my wrist a bit more.

"I always prowl around outside after dark in hopes of watching the slayer." I replied without much thought.

"So you are a slayer groupie? Don't picture you as a slayer groupie maybe I am mistaken." He shrugged and I glared at him angrily.

"Call me a slayer groupie again and you'll end up turning into a woman really fast." I snorted angrily and he saw the rage in my expression.

"Ah that's more like it, so what are you?"

"If I were a groupie which I'm not, I would be a vampire groupie. I follow the slayer learning from her and waiting for her to slip up and get her throat ripped from her throbbing neck." I closed my eyes and a smirked crossed my face. I heard Spike laughing at me. I opened my eyes and stared at him.

"Well pet we do have something in common. We both want that bitch dead. But really what are you doing? Do you get your jollies off by watching her fight my kind?" I grumbled and knew that I would have to explain basically my life's story.

"Well it is a long story and it is complicated. I don't want to deal with it now. And no I don't get my jollies off by that!" I eyed him hoping he was reading the perverse thoughts running through my head I felt my head start to spin and my leg started to throb yet again.

"Well too bad luv cause I'm not leaving. Remember I am going to kill you so make your pleads for life well thought out." Spike spoke without compassion.

"Damn it! I don't want to play your fucking games. If you want to kill me then do it!" I yelled and then I saw his eyes turn from deep blue to a pale eerie yellow ringed in black. His face changed form where his skin scrunched up above the bridge of his nose and fangs protruded from his lips. I looked at him in amazement. I had always seen vampires from afar but this was truly magnificent. I fought the urge to touch his face, my fingers twitching. Spike jerked my wrist forward and I hit my bed landing on my back. I winced and closed my eyes to fight the painful cries back. I felt Spike land on top of me pinning me to the bed, my arms pinned with his hands.

"Damn finally I get a man in my room on top of me and all he wants to do is kill me. My luck is great..." I mumbled and Spike growled.

"Why are you like this? One moment you are attacking and insulting then the next it is as if you are hitting on me. Make up your bloody mind woman!" Spike yelled and I smirked.

"If I told you what I wanted you might enjoy it too much, now do me a favor and get off!" I retorted. I punched Spike and pinned him beneath me. I shook my head trying to keep from losing focus and he took this to his advantage. He shook his head and hissed at me. I gave him a slight smile then I felt myself reeling in pain. I looked down and his fingers had found my wound and pressed deep within it. I screamed and rolled off of him. I sat up and ripped the cloth around the wound off. A deep dark hole with crusted blood made me want to cry out in pain and a wave of nausea hit me. I looked over at Spike who was hungrily licking the blood off his fingers. I wanted to put the stake in his eye for pushing my wound.

"Why did you push it? I don't go around poking your gaping wounds!" I yelled at him.

"I knew I'd end up tasting you, heh. Tasty too, hmmm warm," I groaned and felt like vomiting when a tidal wave of nausea swept over me once again. I felt cold, the kind of cold that reached my bones. "umm, I don't know if you know the answer to this but how long do humans have when they feel cold after getting stabbed with a sharp wooden object?"

"Ummm...not completely sure about this but I believe about less than an hour without medical attention." Spike muttered between licks. "Wait! Are you cold?" Spike questioned.

"Slightly and I can't feel the lower half of my body." I winced as Spike bent over my leg, examined my wound, and glance up at me.

"I can fix this since you have some explaining to do," Spike compromised.

"Fine but if I die you are the first creature I am haunting!" Spike smirked and I yawned. I was having trouble keeping my eyes open. Spike leaned over me and spoke but didn't catch what he said before I passed out.