A/N: So okay, this took such a short time to write that I thought I'd just put it up immediatly. :) I'm going to be writing the chapters in a Twilight - Buffy - Twilight - Buffy pattern so this is happening in Sunnydale at the same time as the first chapter is in Forks. Tell me what you think!
Chapter two
Irritation.
Buffy's POV.
I stared at the grave in front of me, waiting for the vampire rise. God, did they have to take so long? Sometimes being the Slayer was way irritating. I mean, I could be hanging out with my friends, but no. I had to sit on a grave stone on a Saturday night with a stake in my hand because I was the Slayer. I'm telling you, it kind of sucks to be a Chosen One. A superhero.
"Hello, love." My head snapped back as Spike stepped out of the shadows.
"Oh, it's you." I turned my gaze back to the grave. Spike's arms wrapped around my waist from behind.
"Aw, don't be like that, pet." he said. I turned around and smacked the back of his head. I hated when he called me 'pet'.
"Ow! What the bloody hell did you do that for?"
"You know I don't like it when you call me that. I'm not your pet." I hissed the word at him.
"I'm sorry love. Forgot." he looked at the grave I'd turned back to stare at. "You know, he'll probably be a while in there. Why don't we go somewhere a bit more private?"
I rolled my eyes. "Spike, I'm not going to have sex with you! Can't you see I'm trying to work here?"
"Fine. Have it your way." he sat down beside the stone I was sitting on and leaned his head against it. "I'll just wait here then." Ugh. Men. They could be so annoying.
"Stupid, horny vampire." I muttered to myself.
"Heeey!" he looked hurt. "I may be horny but I'm not stupid, thank you very much." Again, I rolled my eyes. "Well, okay maybe I'm not the brightest branch on the tree, but at least I'm smarter than Angel."
"Oh, no don't you start!" I waved my finger at his face. "I don't care how stupid, caveman-like and emo you think Angel is, I am not going to have sex with you!"
"Well.. I was just saying.." he shook his head a little. "You're better off with out him, love." That's it. I'd had enough.
"Go away!" I snapped "I'm not going to have sex with you - I'm going to stake this stupid vampire, and then I'm going to go home and sleep. And you're not invited! So you might just as well leave." When he didn't move, I grabbed the back of his leather jacket and dragged him up.
"Ohh! I didn't know you were going to slay Spike tonight! You could've told me, I want to see it!" I turned my head to see Willow and Xander walking in our direction. It was Xander who had spoken, of course.
"Hey guys." I let go of Spike and waved at them. "Naw, I'm just trying to kill this one," I pointed at the grave beneath my feet "but it doesn't look like he's going to rise any soon, and Spike here wouldn't leave me alone so I was going to do some butt-kicking.." I smirked.
"Well, don't stop on our account." Xander said, grinning back at me.
"You know, I could do a spell that would make him rise much sooner. It's very easy." Willow added.
"Aw, thanks Will." I responded.
Willow bent down and said some words in a creepy voice -it sounded like Latin or something- and whaddya know, the guy began crawling out of his grave. When he was half way up, I staked him in the heart. Pfft, amateur. This was getting easier every night. I caught myself almost wishing something exiting would happen. Where did all the supervillains go?
As we -Willow, Xander and me- walked through the graveyards' gate, I glanced back over my shoulder, but Spike was gone..