"Spike? Why are you here?" Buffy asked, surprised, as the man removed his
flaming black coat.
"I'm just here for my lighter, love." Spike answered in a sexy English accent. "Wow, who's this?" Spike asked, noticing Michelle.
"I'm Michelle," Michelle answered cheerfully. She flipped her strawberry blond hair over her shoulder and beamed.
"Hey love, I'm Spike," Spike said with a smile.
"Ok, Spike, you have you lighter, you can leave now." Buffy put in impatiently, tapping her fingers against the counter top.
"No, I think I'll stay." Spike said, looking at Michelle and grinning.
"Spike! Go back to your crypt now!" Buffy demanded, ready to fight.
Michelle squealed in delight. "You live in a crypt, a real crypt? Wow, can I go with you and see it? I've never been in a real vampire's crypt before!" Michelle exclaimed excitedly. She pranced around like a little kid in a candy store.
"Sure, pet, you can come to my crypt any time. Day," he paused, "or night." Spike grinned wickedly, suggestively.
"So I can go? Great! You guys don't mind do you?" Michelle asked Buffy and Willow.
"No, I just want him out of here." Buffy answered, glaring at Spike.
"Let's go love." Spike said to Michelle, opening the door for her.
Michelle walked out and before Spike let, Buffy grabbed his arm. "I swear, Spike, if you hurt her, I'll."
"You'll what?" Spike spat. "Stake me? I'm not worried, slayer." He pulled his arm away, roughly and left.
* * *
"Here it is," Spike announced, opening the heavy stone door. "Best one in town." He let Michelle in and gestured to the rest of the cemetery. "The rest of them were bloody awful."
Michelle looked around at Spike's place and smiled. "It's very nice."
Spike closed the door and turned on a lamp. "Do you want to sit down?" He pointed to his sofa.
"Sure, thanks." Michelle crossed the room and sat on the small sofa. Spike was only two or three inches away when he sat down too. "So, you're a vampire and yet your friends with the slayer?" Michelle asked.
"Yeah, I help her out every now and then. But I wouldn't say that we're friends exactly." Spike responded. "So, what about you, how did you become friends with Buffy?"
"Well, I moved here about three weeks ago from L.A. and I met Willow first and then I just started hangin' out with them and then today I met her watcher, Giles. And then I moved in. That's about it I guess." Michelle replied.
"Oh, didn't take them long to let you in on Buffy's little secret, did it? The Slayer is getting careless." Spike muttered.
"Well, actually, I already knew about Buffy's secret." Michelle said, slyly.
"You did? How did you know that Buffy's the Slayer?" Spike asked, puzzled.
"Spike," Michelle paused, letting her face change shape. "I'm a vampire."
Spike pulled away in surprise. "Does she know? Wait, how were you in the sunlight?"
"Yeah, she knows. I'm a special breed. I can walk around like a normal person and everything, but I'm a vampire. Buffy didn't even suspect." Michelle replied casually.
"Really? Well why didn't you not tell her and then kill her or something?" Spike asked, confused.
"Because, I'm not evil, Spike." Michelle replied, "I don't even kill, I go and buy cow or pig blood. Weird huh?" She laughed, nervously. Michelle was afraid that since she didn't kill, Spike wouldn't like her anymore.
Spike laughed too; he had a very sexy deep laugh. "That's amazing. I'm very evil I suppose, my nickname was even William the Bloody. I've killed two Slayers in my time and have always killed, up until now that is." He sighed and then continued, "these bloody army guys called the Initiative got me and put this bloody chip in my head and I get a strong pain in my head if I even try to hurt a human. So, I can't kill and I also buy cow or pig blood." Spike shook his head. It was obvious that he couldn't stand not being able to kill. "The only thing I can hurt are demons, that's mainly why I help Buffy out, then I at least get to kill something."
"Oh. I'm sorry Spike." Michelle replied. "I just really couldn't stand killing someone, it totally grossed me out. I mean sometimes I, like, crave a kill and then I do, but usually I just buy the blood."
"I can see why you wouldn't like to kill, you probably would be worried about messing up your makeup." Spike joked.
Michelle playfully hit him in the stomach. Spike grabbed her wrist and then wrapped his arm around her small waist and pulled her closer to him. He slowly brought his lips to hers and kissed her gently at first and then more passionately. Michelle and Spike broke apart in surprise.
"I'm sorry love." Spike said quietly. He glanced at her.
Michelle laughed softly. " I didn't mind at all."
"Well in that case," Spike leaned in and kissed her again. This time when they broke apart it was to catch their breath.
Michelle pulled away and murmured, "I really have to go Buffy and Willow are going to wonder what happened to me. We're going to the Bronze tonight. Will I see you there?" She asked.
"Of course I'll be there, if I get to be with you." Spike answered in a sexy, husky voice. He pulled Michelle in for another long, delicious kiss.
"I'm just here for my lighter, love." Spike answered in a sexy English accent. "Wow, who's this?" Spike asked, noticing Michelle.
"I'm Michelle," Michelle answered cheerfully. She flipped her strawberry blond hair over her shoulder and beamed.
"Hey love, I'm Spike," Spike said with a smile.
"Ok, Spike, you have you lighter, you can leave now." Buffy put in impatiently, tapping her fingers against the counter top.
"No, I think I'll stay." Spike said, looking at Michelle and grinning.
"Spike! Go back to your crypt now!" Buffy demanded, ready to fight.
Michelle squealed in delight. "You live in a crypt, a real crypt? Wow, can I go with you and see it? I've never been in a real vampire's crypt before!" Michelle exclaimed excitedly. She pranced around like a little kid in a candy store.
"Sure, pet, you can come to my crypt any time. Day," he paused, "or night." Spike grinned wickedly, suggestively.
"So I can go? Great! You guys don't mind do you?" Michelle asked Buffy and Willow.
"No, I just want him out of here." Buffy answered, glaring at Spike.
"Let's go love." Spike said to Michelle, opening the door for her.
Michelle walked out and before Spike let, Buffy grabbed his arm. "I swear, Spike, if you hurt her, I'll."
"You'll what?" Spike spat. "Stake me? I'm not worried, slayer." He pulled his arm away, roughly and left.
* * *
"Here it is," Spike announced, opening the heavy stone door. "Best one in town." He let Michelle in and gestured to the rest of the cemetery. "The rest of them were bloody awful."
Michelle looked around at Spike's place and smiled. "It's very nice."
Spike closed the door and turned on a lamp. "Do you want to sit down?" He pointed to his sofa.
"Sure, thanks." Michelle crossed the room and sat on the small sofa. Spike was only two or three inches away when he sat down too. "So, you're a vampire and yet your friends with the slayer?" Michelle asked.
"Yeah, I help her out every now and then. But I wouldn't say that we're friends exactly." Spike responded. "So, what about you, how did you become friends with Buffy?"
"Well, I moved here about three weeks ago from L.A. and I met Willow first and then I just started hangin' out with them and then today I met her watcher, Giles. And then I moved in. That's about it I guess." Michelle replied.
"Oh, didn't take them long to let you in on Buffy's little secret, did it? The Slayer is getting careless." Spike muttered.
"Well, actually, I already knew about Buffy's secret." Michelle said, slyly.
"You did? How did you know that Buffy's the Slayer?" Spike asked, puzzled.
"Spike," Michelle paused, letting her face change shape. "I'm a vampire."
Spike pulled away in surprise. "Does she know? Wait, how were you in the sunlight?"
"Yeah, she knows. I'm a special breed. I can walk around like a normal person and everything, but I'm a vampire. Buffy didn't even suspect." Michelle replied casually.
"Really? Well why didn't you not tell her and then kill her or something?" Spike asked, confused.
"Because, I'm not evil, Spike." Michelle replied, "I don't even kill, I go and buy cow or pig blood. Weird huh?" She laughed, nervously. Michelle was afraid that since she didn't kill, Spike wouldn't like her anymore.
Spike laughed too; he had a very sexy deep laugh. "That's amazing. I'm very evil I suppose, my nickname was even William the Bloody. I've killed two Slayers in my time and have always killed, up until now that is." He sighed and then continued, "these bloody army guys called the Initiative got me and put this bloody chip in my head and I get a strong pain in my head if I even try to hurt a human. So, I can't kill and I also buy cow or pig blood." Spike shook his head. It was obvious that he couldn't stand not being able to kill. "The only thing I can hurt are demons, that's mainly why I help Buffy out, then I at least get to kill something."
"Oh. I'm sorry Spike." Michelle replied. "I just really couldn't stand killing someone, it totally grossed me out. I mean sometimes I, like, crave a kill and then I do, but usually I just buy the blood."
"I can see why you wouldn't like to kill, you probably would be worried about messing up your makeup." Spike joked.
Michelle playfully hit him in the stomach. Spike grabbed her wrist and then wrapped his arm around her small waist and pulled her closer to him. He slowly brought his lips to hers and kissed her gently at first and then more passionately. Michelle and Spike broke apart in surprise.
"I'm sorry love." Spike said quietly. He glanced at her.
Michelle laughed softly. " I didn't mind at all."
"Well in that case," Spike leaned in and kissed her again. This time when they broke apart it was to catch their breath.
Michelle pulled away and murmured, "I really have to go Buffy and Willow are going to wonder what happened to me. We're going to the Bronze tonight. Will I see you there?" She asked.
"Of course I'll be there, if I get to be with you." Spike answered in a sexy, husky voice. He pulled Michelle in for another long, delicious kiss.