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The dark, murky streets of New York City stunk of sewage and impending danger. Through the darkness and mist a young girl ran her heart beating feverishly as she stole a glance behind her. She knew that her pursuer was close and would soon be able to tackler her onto the hard pavement so she pushed herself more and ran. She turned down an alley and ran into the metal fence at the end of it, exhaustion almost getting the best of her. She turned and put on her best game face. She couldn't run anymore, but she wasn't going to go down without a fight.
A dark figure turned around the corner and slowed it's pace acknowledging the fact that he had his prey caught. He closed in on her, letting the demon inside of him transform his face. He had bloodlust in his eyes and could feel her heart pounding with fear feet away from him.
"You put of a good fight, little lady. But now's time for the fun part," he said showing his jagged teeth through a joyful grin. He had won. She was his…dinner that is.
"Now, this is a sight to see."
Both the girl and the vampire looked towards the entrance of the alley with surprise.
"Here I've been in this marvelous city for two months and I haven't found anything worth killing. But this, now this is marvelous."
"Who are you?" The vampire asked, taken a little aback by the stranger's presence.
"The name's Spike. I would ask for your name, being polite and all, but you won't be alive long enough." He lunged forward knocking the vampire down and began to throw some punches at its face.
The vampire shove kicked Spike off of him and lifted his leg to kick him. Spike saw the move coming and grabbed his leg snapping it with a crunch. He then pulled a wooden stake out of his black leather duster and drove it into the vampire's heart. The vampire burst into dust.
"Well, that was..." Spike began before being smacked in the head with a sneakered foot. He cursed himself for not seeing the vampire's buddy. Then he looked up and it wasn't a vampire at all, but the girl he had just saved. "What the hell was that for? I just saved you."
"Saved me so that you can kill me yourself, vampire," She said standing in a read pose, one fist in front of the other.
Spike gave a short laugh as he got to his feet. "Okay, sparkey. Stand down. I'm a good guy."
"What? There are no such things as good vampires." She said.
Spike looked at her. "Actually there are two of us. Not very popular amongst our kind of course."
"Vampires are vampires." The girl said with hate.
"Actually there is a distinction. I have a soul," He said his British accent thick.
"You drink blood?" She asked.
"Well, yeah, but…"
She high kicked him on the side of the head.
He stumbled a little and grabbed his head. "Would you stop that? I'm good. Do you understand what I'm saying to you?" He yelled.
She raised her leg to kick him again but he caught it. She spun free and went back to her fighting stance.
"Why would I save you if I was evil?" Spike asked.
"Re: see above. So you can kill me for yourself." She said.
"So I would pick you to kill over the thousands of other people that would exert a lot less energy?" He asked frustrated.
"Because I can kill your kind." She said pointingly.
Spike stared at her for a moment as the realization hit him. "You're a slayer."