Chapter 1
The two of them hobbled into the apartment and collapsed on the sofa.
"I'll grab the disinfectant." Spike announced making his way into the bathroom.
Buffy winced as she pulled down the strap of her tank top to expose the gash from her collar bone across her shoulder.
Spike returned and began dabbing the cut lightly. He finished up and stroked it, gave it a kiss and sat beside her.
"There you go, all better." He grinned.
"Thanks." She smiled tiredly.
That night in bed Buffy had a horrible feeling. Her dreams plagued with demons and vampires, she tossed and turned, unable to discover the source of the nightmares. She woke up on three separate occasions, convinced she was being watched.
The fourth time she couldn't stand it any longer. Spike's arm was resting heavily over the top of her body and she struggled to lightly shrug him off and get up. Her feet gently touched the carpet and were coated with something cold and damp. She switched on the light welcoming groans from the motionless blonde still in bed. Looking down at her foot, she saw it was smeared with mud as was the floor all around her. A set of a solid footprints were at the end of the bed facing what would've been the couple asleep.
"Spike! Spike!" She shook him awake.
"Yeah I know pet. Come on." He tried to pull her back down but she resisted.
"No! Spike look!" She dragged him up and pointed to the footprints.
"Bloody hell."
"Demon?" Buffy proposed.
"What kind of pervy wanker watches us while we sleep?"
"I don't know but I'm going to, we have to get the Scoobies together."
"Oh bugger this." Spike pulled himself up and plucked his trousers from the floor, pulling them on while Buffy did the same.