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AN: this starts when Spike first makes his appearance in School Hard. Some of the Dialogue is taken straight from the episode
He always made a point of getting to know the slayer before he killed her. He would watch them, see how they fought, get their weaknesses, the usual deal. They were all pretty much the same. Strong, pretty, full of themselves, and of course a slight death wish on the side. Probably why they were so easy to kill. But of all of them that he had seen and fought, none of them were like this one.
He could feel the power radiating from the table across the dance floor. That was the first difference. The slayer was at the Bronze…a dance club…not hanging out in a cemetery. If he had to guess which girl was the slayer he would say the blonde one but he couldn't say for sure. It would be pretty easy to find out though, shout vamp and see which one ran to the rescue. Having to figure that out was a second difference. Slayers don't have friends; it's practically in their job descriptions. With their whole "secret identities" and stuff.
Eh, whatever shouldn't be that hard, now he just had to find his minion. This was going to be too easy. He was Spike, Slayer of Slayers, and if the slayer happened to like to party instead of kill vamps, all the better for him.
"Go get something to eat," Spike ordered the vampire he had come with while watching the slayer and her friends. "Where's a phone? I need to call the police. There's some big guy out back trying to bite someone." And there she went, it was the blonde one. He had to admit, she was pretty; maybe he'd shag her before he killed her. Dru would enjoy the show. Bloody hell what was he thinking, follow the slayer and scare her, don't think about shagging her.
He almost couldn't hold back his laughter when he saw how much she outmatched his minion when the two kids that had been hanging out with the slayer popped out the door. You can't be serious. The slayer let her friends help with the slaying?
"And a stake would be nice" the slayer's voice interrupted his thoughts.
Wow, slayer without a stake, how stupid could you get, but then again she was blonde. Wait…I'm blonde…right well he wasn't naturally blonde so yeah.
"I don't need to wait for Saint Vigeous. You're mine!" The minion said looking at the slayer on the ground.
Wait what? Uh no…that slayer was his. Stupid ugly…oh lookie, looks like loser boy is back with a stake. Seems like he wasn't going to have to save the slayer tonight. No he meant kill, he was going to kill the slayer not save the bloody beautiful chit. Wait no, slayer isn't beautiful she's just—
"Spike give me a hand!"Oh thank god he needed the break from his thoughts even if it was because Stupid Ugly decided he couldn't handle the slayer alone. Ah he's dead, probably should make my introductions to the slayer then.
Spike walked out of the shadows clapping slowly noticing the humans jump, well I do make a good entrance if I do say so myself. "Nice work baby," he said.
"Who are you?" the slayer asked. Hmmm she's looks cute when she's all confused. Uh I meant gah whatever so the slayer's hot. So sue me.
"You'll find out of Saturday," That's when I smelled him. Angelus. All over the slayer. That sodding ponce was shagging a slayer? What the bloody hell was wrong with him.
"What happens on Saturday?" Oh yeah, talking to the slayer. I wonder if she knew Angelus was a vamp, I mean she had to know, she's the bloody slayer. Bugger, need to reply, right.
"I kill you" Spike stated. Now if only he could figure out why he felt a spark of jealousy when he smelled Angelus as easily as he could think of snappy one-liners this night would be bloody fantastic.