All characters belong to Mr. Whedon, but if he ever feels the need to give them away, I'm willing to take em.
He watched from a distance as she wandered through the graveyard her blond hair shimmering in the moonlight. How have I gotten myself into this, he thought to himself. Not long ago the only thought he had of the slayer was to sink his fangs deep into her neck and drink her dry. Now he has been reduced to stalking her as she stalks his kind. Dru had been right, he was covered in her. It felt like he was losing a battle he had never had any hope of winning. It made him feel sick.
Coming up a bit closer he could catch the scent of her perfume on the breeze. Unable to keep his distance any longer he took his chance, maybe she'd be up for some company while patrolling.
"So kill many of my mates tonight slayer," he asked as her came up behind her.
"Not enough," she stated dryly. "Hoping to add one more to the count?"
"Like you'd want to lose me," he looked at her with that sexy smirk that seemed to work on every female he had ever encountered. It had got many meals that look had. His light blue eyes sparkling with confidence.
"I keep trying," Buffy countered rolling her eyes. "Any chance you'll just dust yourself?"
"Alright Slayer," Spike started backing away, "See you're in no mood for my company, I'll just be on my way then."
He stalked off back towards his crypt muttering under his unneeded breath, "Stupid bint," he huffed sourly. "I've seen all her relations go bad. Be the best for her I would, if she'd ever give the half the chance to show her."
She watched his retreating form shrouded in his black duster. Damn he is sexy, she thought. Don't know if I can keep him at a distance for much longer. In truth, all she wanted to do was lose herself in his eyes and kiss until she was weak from it. How have I gotten myself into this, unknowingly echoing his thought from earlier.
She started to heading out of the graveyard back to her dorm room at Sunnydale University carefully avoiding any proximity to Spikes crypt. Finally, she thought heading up the stairs and into the room she shared with her best friend Willow.
"How was patrol tonight," Willow asked from her crossed legged perch atop her bed.
"It was kinda slow," Buffy huffed, plopping down across the room from the red headed Wiccan. "Could've turned a few more vamps to dust but there's always tomorrow. What ya reading?"
"Just working on my term paper for Mrs. Walsh's class. Have you gotten started," Willow asked quirking and eyebrow knowing that Buffy hadn't.
"Ugh, homework," Buffy leaned back. "Could've definitely done without that. Any hope of a spell that'll do it for me?"
"Not yet," Willow smiled. "But I'll keep working on it."
"Guess I better get started then," Buffy groaned.