AN: This chapter is basically flashback about the relationship between Chloe and Spike. It explains exactly how they met in the first place. Dont worry the story will continue, I just really wanted to show how they met. I have decided that I will make this story longer than three or four chapters, and the way it is going to go is it will go one chapter being in the present, and the next a flashback. If you want to see something happen in a flashback just put it in a review and I will try to fit it in there! I'm even watching some of my Buffy seasons to get back into writing his character. It has been a long time since I have written Spike. So R&R like always!

Four years earlier: Club Atlantis, Metropolis

Sixteen year old Chloe Sullivan looked around the nightclub doubtfully. Her cousin Lois Lane had told her that it would do her good to get out and get her mind off of Clark Kent. She sighed at the thought of her friend and long time crush. She didn't understand why Clark couldn't see her as a girl. Ok so maybe she wasn't model gorgeous like Lana Lang, but come on! Most woman were only average, was it her fault that Lana had looks that Angelina Jolie would kill for?

Chloe looked down at herself. She wasn't repulsive or anything. Atleast she didn't think so anyways. She stood about 5'4, ok maybe she was a little short, but it was better than being so tall that you had to look down at most of your dates. She had shortly cropped blonde hair that she was proud to say didn't come out of a bottle. And most guys said that her blue-ish green eyes were attractive. Atleast they weren't a dull brown. She wasn't skinny as a stick, but that was a good thing in her book. She was rather proud that she had some meat on her bones. Other guys could find her attractive, so why couldn't Clark?

She went to sit at a table in the corner after buying a drink. She was happy that she had that fake I.D. It came in handy when the time called for it. This was one of those times. She knew that the bartender didn't beleive for a minute that she was 21, but he didn't really have a choice. He couldn't prove that her I.D. was fake. So when he had given her a disaproving look she had just smiled and taken her Screw Driver (a mix of orange juice and voldka) and headed to her seat in the corner.

She watched as people came and went. A few guys even asked her to dance, but she had politely turned them down. It wasn't that she didn't want to dance, just none of the guys trying to pass as men were her type. She was begining to think that Lois had really bad taste in men, because none of the guys that came in seemed all that appealing. Then her tune changed when she saw a breath-stoppingly gorgeous guy enter.

The moment you saw him you knew he wasn't the wholesome take home to your mom kind of guy. He was was about 5'10, bleached blonde, no better yet white hair that was slicked back. His skin was startingly white, with eyes the color of the sky on a cloudless day. He wore black jeans, with a black t-shirt. He had on a black leather duster that swept his feet as he walked. He had the walk of a preditor, his eyes scanning the throngs of people before landing...on her.

She felt her breath catch in her throat as he looked at her with a hunger in his eyes. It was so primal of a look that it scared her. His lips turned upward into a smirk that would make angels cry, and girls like Lana swoon. Chloe tried to act as if it didn't effect her. She noticed that as she tried to seem un-effected by him, his smirk just grew even more cocky and assured as he strut over to her.

"Ello luv." His voice was smooth as he slid into the seat across from her. "What's a lovely bird like you doing in a place like this?"

Oh, he was smooth. The way he looked her over as he spoke to her gave her a good indication to what he wanted to do to her. She continued to seem uninterested. "Got my wings clipped so I figured this was as good a place to nest as any."

He leaned his elbows on the table, while leaning in closer to her. "And your boyfriend? Where is he, off nesting with some other bird?"

She leaned in so she was close to him as well. "Oh I don't have a boyfriend. Why would I want one when I have such interesting company." She licked her lips. She what if she was acting so unlike herself, she needed a change.

His eyes traveled her face then back up to her eyes. "You really sure you want to play that game luv? I could be a serial killer looking for his next victim."

She laughed at that. "Sure you could be, but I have seen things alot scarier than you Mr?" She asked, fishing for a name.

"Spike. And what should I call you blondie?" He said to her, his voice going an octive deeper.

"Chloe." She said. She should know of course to not give her name out to a perfect stranger, but she was living on the edge for once in her dull life. "And what kind of name is Spike? I really hope that your not trying to make up for something by using that name."

He grinned. "Fiesty are you? I like that in a woman."

"Well then your gonna love me." She grinned back at him.

"What do you say we get out of here?" He spoke very seductively and while Chloe wanted to live life on the edge she wasn't completely stupid. She may be a rebellious 16 year old girl, but she knew what kind of things roamed thhe dark streets of Metropolis at night.

"I don't think so cowboy." She cleared her throat nervously. It looked like anger and disappointment had flashed threw his eyes. She found it..oddly sexy.

"You sure sweetheart? I could show you things that would amaze you." He used the full power of his eyes to try and draw her in, and she had to force herself to look away.

"While I am sure many girls may have fallen for that before I am not that easy. I grew up in a town where I was almost killed every other week. And while you may be sexy in the Sid Vicious kind of way, I'm not about to leave with you." She said quickly to him. She tried to tell herself that she was not disappointed that she wasn't leaving with him.

"Sid Vicious stole his look from me." Spike said with a bit of a put out look.

That caught Chloe's interest. "Meaning?"

Spike pulled a pack of Marlboro cigarettes out from his pocket and lit one, completely ignoring the 'no smoking' sign. He took a long drag before answering. "Meaning that bloody wanker has no originality. Had to steal my look, and got bloody famous for it to. I should of just ate him when I first met him. Bloody git even hit on my Drusilla."

Chloe raised an eyebrow at him. "Care to explain what you mean by all of that?"

Spike took another long drag. "Only if you agree to leave with me."

Chloe knew it was a stupid decision, but she was a reporter after all. She looked at the door, then back at him. "Ok..." Who knew, maybe this would be interesting enough to make her forget about Clark Kent.

TBC