The Slayer

Summary: (This story isn't about Buffy, okay it is a bit but she's not the main character) Sunnydale has gone to ruin. Why? Well Angelus got himself the girl, now he and the ex-slayer are on the loose blood thirsty with no conscious killing all they see. Spike has joined the white hat and is taking Angelus and Barbie down, why? Revenge for killing Dru although he was going to do her in anyway. Only one person can save this death trap of a town and that's the slayer. But the new slayer turns out to be Giles's daughter, not to mention Spike hates her, but he hates everyone ... doesn't he?

Her head was pounding when she woke up causing her to groan in discomfort. Keeping her eyes tightly closed she tried to remember what happened. There was a girl, red hair, in ... in a graveyard. She was hiding from something, she was frightened. It hit her like a punch in the gut. Vampires.

Shooting up from her position she smacked her head on something hard.

"Oi watch it you little bint, you bloody broke me nose."

Glancing up in alarm she stared at the vampire in front of her, bleach blond hair, black leather, her brain screamed that he was deadly. Her eyes darted for a weapon, something, anything.

"Look luv, I'm not going to hurt you. Trust me."

She did the first think that came to her mind; she grabbed his ankle and pulled sending him down onto the coffee table, which audibly shattered. Vaulting over him she made for the door, but before she could reach it she was stopped. His hand clasped around her mouth, the other locking her arms in place. She relaxed hoping he'd loosen the grip, he did, using her legs she kicked of the door frame, sending them both tumbling to the floor where she flipped out of his grip. But that left him between her only means of escape.

...

Giles sighed as he heard the coffee table smash for the 5th time that month. Rushing down the stairs he noticed that Abby had woken up and was in the process of evaluating her opponent, Spike.

"Look girly, I'm not here to hurt you, get it into your skull."

"Abby, he's telling the truth, he's on our side."

She hesitated, dropping her stance slightly as she glared at Spike, who glared back with equal ferocity.

"I'll make us tea, shall I?"

...

Giles starred at his daughter as she recounted the fight from last night. No training, no former knowledge and yet somehow she'd survived, barely, but still survived. He couldn't help the surge of pride he felt for her in that moment. She had promise.

"So Abby, where did you come from?"

"England, well London to be more precise."

"Where did you learn to fight like that?"

"Umm I didn't, saw it in a bar fight once."

"Great, we're the one town in need of a trained slayer and we get an armature."

"Spike, don't be rude, she saved my life."

"So I could have saved your life, and I would have gotten myself half bloody killed."

Abby who had been Quietly glaring at him stood.

"But you weren't there were you, she would have died so stop blaming me when I don't even know what your blaming me for you arrogant git." The childish side of her wanted to stick her tongue out at him, but she held back that erg and settled for a deadly glare.

"Get of your high horse slayer, you owe me one. I could have just left you there for the newborns to snack on but I dragged your arse all the way back here."

"I could have made it ...!" Even as she said it she knew that she couldn't have.

"Keep telling yourself that love, you won't make it a week out here." He snarled at her, slamming the door against the wall as he faded into the night.

Bastard.

...

Spike glared at the pile of dust in front of him, fucking slayer. He knew she did well, given she had no training, no knowledge, nothing. But she hadn't a chance, she was too inexperienced, to naive. He had no reason to be angry with her, he didn't bloody know the bint, but he was. She was reckless and stupid. It was going to get them all killed.

Moving through the streets the dark vampire kept a silent vigil, his mind on the new slayer.

...

Abby was furious, and she let it show with every punch she was asked to execute. Who the fuck did he think he was. She had it under control, who cares if he might have saved her life, he was an arrogant bastard, and a vampire to boot. Even if he was on their side, and who was he to treat her like some ignorant little child, she was new to this, so what she messed up fist time, so what if she nearly lost her life. Well bugger. She knew that vampire was right and that just made her more furious.

"Right, I want to see some of fighting skills. Abby, ABBY are you listening to me."

"Yeah, yeah I'm sorry, fighting skills right ... umm how."

"I'm going to attack you, just do what you can."

Giles's blows were fast and quick, she was match for him on that, but made she could outwit him. Blocking as many as she could she backed herself into a corner. As he moved in for a punch she braced herself against the walls and kick out, sending him to the floor but only for a second. She threw as many rolls and kicks as she had at him but it wasn't working, feigning defeat she collapsed to the ground letting him get close. She lashed out catching his legs from under him, but he collapsed on top of her winding her and ending the fight.

"Good, but it's not good enough, try and incorporate some moves like these..."

...

She'd been training for hours, her muscles ached and she was extremely low on caffeine.

"You did well today."

"But she still wouldn't survive."

"Spike, don't."

"Well its true isn't it, you know it, I know it, hell even she knows it, its nothing like fighting a real vampire."

"Well then you teach me. Yeah you think you know it all then teach me, you bet I'm going to die well tech me how not to."

Spike launched himself across the room at her, sending them both into the coffee table, smashing through the glass.

"Lesson 1 always be prepared." His fangs were inches from her neck, he could feel her shivering in fear. He'd teach her alright, she was going to hell and back, now he finally had a reason to let out his anger on her. Smirking his lifted himself away from the smashed glass, leaving her lying there in the debris.

"Will you stop breaking that bloody coffee table!"

Up goes another chapter, want to get this down while it's still fresh in my head before I go to sleep, hoping you like it.

Toodles x love Charlotte.