Hey people! Here it is, my first Buffy fic (By the way I don't own BTVS or Angel) I hope you like it and be sure to review!

Chapter 1: Killer Meets Monster

The alley was dark and empty. Buffy sat by herself on a roof intently watching below for vampires leaving the suspected nest. She sniffed at the smog filled air just as the sun set welcoming the foul odor of her prey. She twirled the stake in her hand with unneeded flourish, and jumped over the building's side to the dark ground below to greet her ravenous adversaries. One by one they fell, their dust scattering into the wind. Buffy spun her stake then stuffed it into her pocket.

She started to walk away from the battle scene, when a casual voice called out to her from the darkness that shrouded the other side of the alley. "Slayer!" he shouted and took one last drag on his cigarette before extinguishing it. Buffy turned to face the sallow anathema skulking about in the shadows.

"Shoulda been quicker vamp! Then you coulda died with your buddies here." She quipped defiantly.

"You actually think I'd partner up with that lot? Please." He laughed.

"Well, I could care less what group your in or not. It doesn't change the fact that you're gonna be dust in minutes."

"I could snap your neck sooner than you could whip that stake from your pocket, love. So why don't you shut up and listen before I change my mind 'bout this." His words had a strangly cocky resilience to them that made the young slayer humour him.

"Fine then. Who are you?" She crossed her arms across her chest glaring disgustedly at the gaunt yet strong appearing being before her.

"Spike." He said casually and concise.

"Spike, huh?" Buffy half smiled, "What kinda name's Spike."

"What kind of name is Buffy?" He smirked slyly at her.

"How the hell do you know my name?" She glared at Spike as he slowly circled her, seemingly very pleased with himself.

"You don' get it, do you, Slayer?" He stepped up to her. "You're a bloody slayer, an' I'm a vampire. Not to mention, I'm one whose developed a reputation of killing slayers. I can ask any piece of pitiful demonic trash 'round here about the Slayer and leave knowing more about you than you do." He smirked again as he saw her hand fall to her side to grab the stake in her pocket. "What did I tell you 'bout staking me, Slayer? We still need to have a little chat."

"Sorry Bleach-Boy. I don't make habits of conversing with vamps 'nless I'm slayin' them." She kicked high and struck him in the face.

He rushed at her, fueled by his annoyance with the girl. His human visage faded into harsh demonic features. He knew he could take her. "She may be tough," he thought, "but hardly a concern for competition." He came within inches of her face before whispering a warning in her ear,"Listen, Pet! There are plenty of books written 'bout me an' my conquests. An' you'll do well to remember, I'm not one you should piss off."

"Whatever." Buffy rolled her eyes. She started to turn away, but was stopped suddenly by a hand gripping tight on her shoulder. She turned back to find herself staring back at Spike. His face had already reverted to the human form, and although, his brow still hung angrily low, there was still something softer in his expression that startled Buffy. She had never seen such a sincere potrayal of concern on anyone before, least of all a vampire.

"Now, You listen here, Slayer. I didn't drive here from that sodding blip on the map for help just to let some self-rightious Slayer give me the brush off."

"Help?" she scoffed.

"Yea." he admitted somewhat reluctantly, " 'an while it goes against all laws of nature, I do have a problem that requires a slayer."

"Is that so?" She lauged as she began to circle him now, "What possible catastrophe has come rearing its face that would cause a vampire, one whose even slain a slayer or two, come to ask the latest slayer for help?"

"Honestly, love? I 've got vamp troubles in the hellmouth."

"I'm sure I'd be able to help Cleveland by dusting you."

"Not this hellmouth, you stupid git! The one in Sunnydale, California."

Buffy's body became numb as he said the last word. He hit a nerve. He seemed to have noticed too, but all he did was smile and wait for her response.

"Fine, but tell me why vamps in Sunnydale require the Slayer's attention more than here?"

"The Order of Aurelius set up camp there Slayer." He said seriously.

"The Order of A-real-hiss? What's so special about them?"

"What's so spe- You learn anything from your bloody watcher?" He seemed even more irritated.

"Haven't talked to her in 'bout five months."

Spike started to look up into the sky and laugh hysterically, "Why? Why does she have to be such a bleeding incompetent-- Grahhh!" He growled to himself. He looked back at Buffy, anger and annoyance evident in his eyes, "The Order of AURELIUS. It's an elite order of vampires. They're far more threatening than the lot you've got here. I guarantee it."

"And what are these vamps planning, exactly?"

"Apocalypse. And as of three days ago, possibly plotting the execution of a treasonous member of the order." He tore away his focus on Buffy and smiled at the ground.

"My guess, would that member be you?" She taunted, "Why do you care if the world ends? You're evil."

"I may be evil, Pet, but I certainly don't want the world to end. You've got gambling, booze, and people struttin' 'bout like Happy Meals with legs." He twirled a stray lock of hair from Buffy's braid in a fashion that seemed to both flatter and offend her.

"Say," She began in a mocking tone, "That's a great reason for me ta help ya out!" She rolled her eyes and attempted to turn away from Spike.

He quickly caught her dismissal and rn in front of her, blocking her retreat. "You know Slayer, maybe I should just add another tally in my column an' just kill you now. Then maybe, I'll find the next Slayer who will actually give a shit of what happens to this world!"

"I care!" She muttered angrily under her breath.

"Oh do you? Have you even compared the costs of either situation? You Know, I'll kill less compared to the annihilation of the world."

"Fine!" she caved, "When does this thing happen?"

"Glad to have you on the team Slayer!" He smiled as he patted her forcefully on the back causing Buffy to be knocked a little off balance. " 'Dunno when, though, love. The town's been pretty lucky so far. There's a small group of humans, vampires been callin' White Hats. They're not much, but the lot of them have managed to dust a few vamps and beat down a few demons. But they won't last much longer. Not without the Slayer. 'An frankly love, you're gonna need some work to fit your title."

"Okay," She clenched her teeth, being well aware of her sloppy technique, "But by my agreeing to help, you cannot kill a single human while we're working together! Got it?"

"I should have suspected as much," Spike mumbled. "What ever you say Slayer."

"So when do we leave?"

" 'Soon as you get all set. You know... take care of whatever business it is you need to."

"How long will it take to take out the Order?"

"A while. Well over the stretch of summer, I'd wager."

"Great," She said displeased, "Now I actually gotta talk to my Watcher." Buffy began to trudge away in the opposite direction, but Spike caught up to her quickly. He placed himself right in front of her path and smiled.

"Listen Slayer. How 'bout I drive you to your Watcher's place. It'll be faster than walkin' there."

"Fine! Let's go." Buffy followed her unnaturally blond undead partner to a blacked out car hidden on the other side of the alley. They both cautiously entered the car. Niether one trusted the other to not kill him or her. Spike started the engine, then drove away from the alley, unplesently mindful of the uncomfortable circumstance in which he found himself.