TITLE: Sympathy for a Vampire 2 because I can't think of anything better, but if you can I'll think about re-naming it.

RATING: PG or so for a little bit of swearing

SUMMARY: Sequel to Sympathy for a Vampire, I may have taken the liberty of inserting myself in this fic. But whatever, I was bored and I like it. It's cute.

SPOILERS: Up to Dead Things

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy, Spike, Sunnydale, David Bowie, nor did I write 'Changes' but Senna is MINE! So don't touch her! But if there's anyone out there offering I wouldn't say no to Spike or David *wink wink*

FEEDBACK: I would never have written this if it wasn't for the feedback I received previously so PLEASE!

She kept stumbling as she half jogged, half walked away. Why…? She wasn't sure what she was feeling.

iNot love…..it's never love…/i

iIt's not the death thing, it's not because he's a vampire or because he understand how I feel. He doesn't. He never could.

I don't miss heaven anymore. I can barely remember it now. It's just…everything else. I always thought I'd be dead by now. No, not dead. I though everything else would be taken care for and I'd just have to save the world once in a while. I used to have people I could depend on. People I though would be in my life forever, looking out for me.

But they've gone…Angel, Giles, Riley…Dad.. /i

She stopped, closed her eyes. Sniffed slightly.

iMom. /i

She slowly opened her eyes

iMommy. /i

iBut that doesn't explain what I feel for Spike/i

She started walking again, intent on reaching home. She needed to talk to Dawnie

iMaybe I don't feel, maybe this really is nothing.

But it has to be more than that.

Otherwise, I wouldn't care.

I don't love him, I truly don't. Not yet and almost certainly never.

Maybe if he just stopped, being like he is. So arrogant and sure of me. I though at first he did get me, before this started with him. He was so kind when I first came back, so gentle. Where did that Spike go? I think I could have loved him.

Does he think I don't need that? That because I'm the Slayer I don't need to be romanced? I want a fairytale ending just as much as every other girl, but no one will offer it too me. It's all "Oh you're the Slayer and you're so strong. Opps, we can't be together!"

It's not fair!! /i

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He was bloody furious. He thought he might just kill someone, the chip be damned.

He slammed his crypt door open and marched over to the nearest bottle of whisky.

iBloody, stupid, ungrateful, bossy little chit!!!! /i

He growled loudly as he took a long swig from the bottle.

Words were not needed for him yet. He didn't want to think it over and he didn't want to rationalise.

iEvery time I get remotely close to her! /i

He was NOT going to think about this. It made his head hurt.

He jumped down the hole in his floor that lead down to his bed. Threw his shirt off and rolled onto the bed.

"Sleep" he murmured. "I'll sort the bitch out tomorrow".

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Patrol didn't seem like an option. She wasn't ready to see him. It wouldn't matter a few days ago, things seemed different then. She was confused for no apparent reason and seeing him would not help.

Besides, vampires seem to be lying low and she was sure that Spike with deal any he passed on his usual lurk around the graveyard

So, she decided to Bronze it. Although without her friends, just a night out by herself and enjoy some time to enjoy life.

Dawn had been pleased to see her yesterday, but was still fairly cold with her sister for 'leaving her'. Dawn would assume Buffy was patrolling the minute she left the house after dark.

She searched through her wardrobe trying to find something that wasn't black or leather.

Something…pretty! She found, at the very back of her wardrobe a light summery strap dress her mother had chosen for her. She had barely worn it because she though it a bit too delicate for her, but it seemed oddly suitable now.

It reached mid thigh and was a very pale blue in colour, dusted with small white flowers.

So she put that on, accompanied by blue kitten heels and her usual amount of make-up and jewellery.

The result. Not what she was expecting? She looked almost 18 again.

iOh, I'll go all the way shall I? /i

She let her hair loose and curled around her shoulders.

She smiled.

iI finally recognise myself. /i

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Spike woke up feeling slightly refreshed. Much of his earlier temper was gone and now he simply felt miserable.

iDrink…dammit, I'm all out/i

He sighed, and got out of bed. He pulled out his only other pair of black jeans and exchanged them for the ones he was wearing. He grabbed the first shirt he could lay his hands on out of the drawers by his bed (which turned out to be a rather nice blue silk) and his leather duster over the top to complete the ensemble.

iNow, where am I going to get a good drink this time of night? /i

He was determined to remain drunk as long as he possibly could. He rummaged through his pockets searching for some cash.

iThe Bronze...... bloody sodding hell, that's all I have money for/i

He frowned and then climbed up the ladder and out of the crypt silently.

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The Bronze seemed slow that night. Even slower than when she was up here with Spike the other night. Maybe it was the absence of her friends or the strange music being played. She did not recognise it but every word hit her like an arrow.

bI still don't know what I was waiting for

And my time was running wild/b

iSpike…is that who I've been waiting for? /i

bA million dead-end streets

Every time I thought I'd got it made

It seemed the taste was not so sweet/b

iI miss them all so much. Why can't things be as they once were? This is all just an act. /i

bSo I turned myself to face me

But I've never caught a glimpse

Of how the others must see the faker

I'm much too fast to take that test/b

iI'm not who I once was. I really have changed. /i

bCh-ch-ch-ch-Changes

Turn and face the strain

Ch-ch-Changes

Don't want to be a richer man

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes

Turn and face the strain

Ch-ch-Changes

Just gonna have to be a different man

Time may change me

But I can't trace time/b

iBut would I really want to be who I once was? An innocent, carefree almost stupid girl. All I could see then was Angel, all that I though I needed was love.

How foolish I have been. /i

bI watch the ripples change their size

But never leave the stream/b

iMaybe I should talk to him. Spike just seems to be at the centre of all of this. /i

bOf warm impermanence and

So the days float through my eyes

But still the days seem the same/b

iBut will he have any answers? /i

bAnd these children that you spit on

As they try to change their worlds

Are immune to your consultations

They're quite aware of what they're going through/b

iSpike…/i

She sighed, breathing heavily and glancing down at the couples below her.

iSpike!!! You're here! /i

Smiling, she watched him as her gracefully moved among the crowd unaware of her eyes following his every movement.

He was gorgeous she had to admit, beautiful perhaps. The light bounced off him, reflecting his unnatural pale skin so that he seemed to glow.

bStrange fascination, fascinating me

Changes are taking the pace I'm going through/b

He was nodding his head to the music.

iSo you know it do you Spikey? /i

He turned his head suddenly, as if he'd sense her. She realised he was very aware of her presence now and felt silly for being caught checking him out. Her parted lips and flushed face was a good indication of what she had been thinking.

bPretty soon you're gonna get a little older

Time may change me

But I can't trace time

I said that time may change me

But I can't trace time. /b

iShit! /i

He looked away from her and turned his head to a pretty girl standing next to him.

iWHAT!! You're gonna talk to her while I'm up here!

Wait…am I jealous? /i



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iStupid bint. Buffy just thinks she's all that. /i

"So what did you say your name was love?" he purred

"Senna, I'm a student at UCI Sunnydale"

His eyes lingered over her body. She was quite small, not as small as the Slayer guaranteed but certainly petite. Her long brown, almost black curly hair hung around in a messy yet attractive style around her pale shoulders. Her big green eyes stopped him from staring at her body too much. They seemed to question him with a kind of knowing or accusation.

iShe's not my golden Slayer, but I like her. She's so very different. Different from Buffy, Dru and Harmony.. /i

"So, what are you taking at UCI SunnyHell?" he asked, trying to sound interested.

She giggled sweetly and smiled.

iShe's bloody cute come to think of it. /i

"I major in Art but I'm taking History, English and Classical Civilisation as well" she looked down.

iAnd I'm guessing she likes me too/i

"English huh. That's what I took at Oxford"

"Really, Oxford? That's amazing!"

"You've heard of it?" now he was interested

"Oh yeah, my parents lived there, and so did I for a few years. I've only lived here for a few years now."

"I wouldn't have guessed you were English by your accent"

"Well I have been here for a while."

He smirked. He really liked this girl considering how long he had known her. Had he met her post the chip he might have even turned her.

iYou'd have been a gorgeous vampire you know pet.

I wonder what Buffy's thinking........bloody hell I almost forgot that bitch talking to this precious thing. /i

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Buffy was not a happy girl.

iWhat is he doing?

Is this some sort of game to him?

Is he that childish that he wants to make me jealous by picking up the first little tart that swings his way????? /i

But she knew it wasn't so. Women did throw themselves at Spike, but he had chosen to talk to this one. She wasn't obvious like the rest of them. She wore a tasteful red peasant top and black suede knee-length skirt with black leather ankle boots. She had been making what seemed interesting conversation with him for a while now.

She looked like his match in everyway.

iIs she a vampire?

No.....…vampires don't dress that well.

So you're just going to sit up here and watch him chat with her. NO YOU ARE NOT! He's you're man …vampire so go get him!

Funny, he's never been 'mine' before. /i

She ran down the stairs to get to him.