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Chapter 2: Dismissal
The mutual distrust between the Slayer and the vampire made the drive to Buffy's Watcher's apartment, uncomfortable at best. Spike could not take the quiet any longer. "So…er—Slayer… how old are you, anyway?" He asked for lack of anything better to fill the silent void.
Buffy looked at him questioningly for a moment, but decided it would be simpler to just brush off her paranoia… for now. "Seventeen."
"Really?" Spike asked surprised.
"Why?"
"The last slayer I killed was 'bout 22, I'd say." He watched her roll her eyes at that with his peripheral vision and smiled slightly. Spike changed the subject to humour her, "So I we should drop by your house, so you can pack an' tell your folks g'bye."
"A vampire killed my mother last year." She waited for him to react.
"Your Dad?" He asked showing mild interest.
"Left." Buffy spoke hard-shelled and carefully selected her words for the rest of his questions. She didn't want Spike to be able to use anything against her if he turned against her.
"So you don't much a life here, I suppose. No friends at least. Then again, that makes you fit the Slayer criteria better dunnit?"
"What the hell do you know? I was extremely popular back in L.A."
"Yea," Spike scoffed, "You're the bloody image of teen supremacy!" Buffy looked at her attire and her appearance in general-- The thick black eye shadow and liner and androgynous clothing didn't flatter her in the least. How did this vampire know just how to piss her off? Then it occurred to her.
"Hey Deadboy," She began.
Spike pulled the car to a stop near an old rundown cobbler shop, and glared menacingly at Buffy. "If you don't want to be dead, Slayer, I suggest you stop calling me names!"
"Same to you!" She spat.
"Oh! What? Slayer? That's what you bloody are!" He growled.
"No! Stop calling me love and pet!"
"Fine so long as I can still count on your help." he acceded in favor of the stake in Buffy's possession not ending up in his heart.
"Great." Buffy seemed to understand his apprehension, "Anyway, I never finished my question."
"Well, spit it out, Slayer." Spike violently changed gears and started driving again.
"What you said before, about Slayers, have you really killed any?" Buffy asked unsure of whether or not she wanted to hear the answer.
Spike proudly grinned. "Two."
"Two? How old are you?" Buffy nearly choked on disbelief.
"124." Spike finally slowed the car to a stop in an alleyway next to the Watcher's apartment. He turned off the engine then turned to face the volatile young slayer. "You worried, Slayer?" He smirked pressing the tip of his tongue against his bottom teeth.
"Hardly!" She replied, but no matter how well she masked the fear in her voice, Spike could still smell the fear drowning her.
"I'm not gonna bite you. Unfortunately, I need your help too much to kill you."
"Fine let me just talk with my Watcher. Alright?" Buffy opened the door and had one foot out of the car when a squeal from across the street sounded. Half-a-dozen chattering teenage girls came rushing over to her. 'Dammit! Just what I needed today!' She thought.
"Buffy! What are you doing here?" The pack of annoying teenage popular girls were led by an overzealously rich redhead who found happening upon Buffy a brilliant chance to amuse herself.
"I live here." Buffy replied beneath her breath.
"Oh." She said feigning sympathy, "I'm sorry. I had no idea you lived in a dumpster." She pointed at the pile of trash collected near the wall of the apartment building and was followed by an entourage of forced laughter and giggles. Spike sat in the car with a smirk spreading into a smile as he listened to the idiots spit petty insults at the Slayer.
"Josiline, it's great to see you in the summer. I hope your little problem hasn't come back now, has it?" Buffy returned as if reminding her something. Josiline seemed to have caught it, but she continued to throw less than charming compliments at Buffy.
"No. I'm doing just fine. You seem to be getting along well yourself." She said stepping closer to the car, "Nice car. Did you have to steal it?" Josiline stroked the trunk, but chipped her nail as Spike suddenly emerged from the driver's side of the car.
"Everything aright, pet?" He asked sweetly, but stressed the last word just to get Buffy's attention. He walked over to her and wrapped his arm around her waist. Josiline and her followers looked on with awe at the mysteriously attractive English man beside Buffy. "Hello girls." He beamed. "You okay?" he turned to face Buffy so that only she could see his devilish grin.
"I'm fine." She said audibly so that Josiline and her flunkies could hear her, but then she closed into hug Spike and whispered threateningly in his ear "Spike, I'm going to stake you for this."
"Now, now Slayer. Empty threats won't get you anywhere." He whispered back.
"Buffy, I'm so sorry. I had no idea." Said Josiline as she walked up to Spike. "Who're you?" Buffy rolled her eyes. You'd have to be stupid to not be choking on the flirtatiousness in Josiline's voice.
"Um-er... Spike." Buffy was having trouble fighting back a grin at how uncomfortable Josiline was making him.
"Spike, huh. Why don't you dump the eyesore here, and come with us." Josiline smiled pleadingly.
"Sorry love. You aren't my type." He smirked and walked into the apartment building with his arm around Buffy. Josiline and her followers stood behind open-mouthed at the rejection.
"Come on. If he finds her better than me then he's not worth getting." Josiline proclaimed to more or less reassure herself.
Buffy threw Spike arm off and spun the stake out of her pocket, and pressed it to his chest. "What the hell was that?"
"It's called acting, Slayer."
"Want my help? Stop pissing me off!" Buffy dropped her arm and put the stake back in her pocket.
"Whatever you say, Pet." Spike answered when she was halfway down the hall.
"And don't call me pet!" She yelled back.
