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Chapter 2

Buffy strode from the school building, glad to have the long day finally over. She just wanted to go home and cuddle up with Spike, or have Drusilla brush her hair. Spike would eat with her sometimes, so maybe they could order pizza.

"Hey. Going to slay vampires?"

She froze, turning around. Xander looked at her calculatingly. "Does everyone know in this town? Is it posted on my forehead?" She took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. "I don't slay them, alright? That's just what people want from me. And... do you really believe any of that?"

"I believe you believe that stuff."

She rolled her eyes. "Alright. See you, I guess." When she reached the front, she was joyful to see the familiar car. She slipped in as quick as she could, to have the least chance of burning Spike.

"How'd your day go, love?"

"Horrible," she answered, remembering everything. "I mean, first-"

"Ah, ah. Angelus wants to hear it too, remember?"

"But I really want to tell you."

"You will, princess. When we get home."

Buffy entered the house through the garage after Spike, slipping off her shoes and dropping her bag on the floor. She found Angelus before her almost instantly, intense brown eyes seeming to stare her down. She bit her lip, taking a step back into Spike. "Hey, Daddy. You don't look too happy with me."

He gripped her arm, pulling her close, and she knew what was happening.

He was doing the sniff test.

Yes, the sniff test. It was when he would smell her to make sure she hadn't gotten into trouble. He released her, and she looked up at him questioningly. "Tell me about your day."

"Doesn't Dru or Mom want to hear?"

"Hear what?" Darla strolled into the room with Drusilla following. They had soon all settled in the living room. Buffy was between Spike's legs, her back pressed to his chest, his arms wrapped around her and holding her tight. She loved it when he held her.

"Okay, so I get there, and it's all bright and painful. This boy accidentally runs into me-" Angelus growls "-but there is most definitely no touching. He helps me pick up my stuff and all. I met this girl who was mean to most people. I didn't like her much. Oh! And this other girl, Willow. I really like her."

She leaned back into Spike's touch when he ran a hand through her hair. "Find any boys you fancy?"

She could hear the hint of jealousy, and couldn't bite back a snicker. "Nah. None of them can match up with you, Spike." She felt the shift of hair as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "But I also met that Watcher guy." Spike's arms tightened around her, and Angelus looked tense. Drusilla held Ms. Edith closer.

"Go on, darling," urged Darla. "What happened?"

"Oh. He pulled out this big book called Vampyrs when I asked for my school books and started talking about my destiny and stuff. I made sure he knew that I wanted nothing to do with it." She bit her lip. "I mean, he asked how I knew stuff, and I just said that my family taught me. I didn't give any specifics."

Angelus was before her in a moment. "Buffy. Did you tell him anything about us? Any of our names?"

She sunk back into Spike's hold. "I... I think I accidentally said 'Spike' once or twice."

He threw his hands in the air. "You never listen to me. No chocolate for a week."

"What? No, Daddy! I didn't mean to!"

"But you did it," he said. "And if you argue any further, it'll be a month."

Buffy kept her mouth shut, pouting instead. Spike pulled her up. "C'mon, love. Let's get you to bed."

"I don't want to go to bed. It's only four o'clock."

Spike scratched the back of his head. "What time do humans go to bed?"

Buffy crossed her arms. "I want to go to the Bronze later."

"What's that?" Angelus demanded.

"A club," Buffy answered, "where anyone with an ID is welcome in."

"And a lot of boys will be dancing with you," said Angelus. "I won't allow it."

Buffy grasped for the first thing she could. "Spike can go with me. You know he won't let other guys touch me."

When Angelus stayed silently glaring, Spike said, "She's right, Angelus. Wouldn't let a thing happen to our girl. Think it's good for her to get out."

After a moment, Angelus relented, "Fine, but no alcohol, either of you. I don't need your judgement impaired in that kind of atmosphere."

Buffy strolled into the Bronze with Spike, arms linked. "Thanks for taking me."

"You know I'm there for you, pet."

She smiled. "Yeah, I- Hey, it's Willow! C'mon, I'll let you meet her!"

"She's not a snack?"

"No, she's not," agreed Buffy. "I want to turn her when she's older, though. You know, when you turn me so I can be all immortal and stuff too?"

"You know it's up to Angelus on who we turn," said Spike.

Buffy poked the girl, watching as she jumped and spun around. "B-Buffy!"

"Expecting someone else?"

"Oh, no. I just came here, and sorta hoped Xander would show up," Willow informed. "You with anyone?"

"Spike," Buffy informed, gesturing to the vampire in question.

"So you're Willow," Spike said, looking her up and down. "Seen any boys looking at her?"

"Um... uh... No? I mean, most guys are, but that's because she's new. Who... who are you, to Buffy?"

Spike shrugged, wrapping an arm around the blond. "Broth-"

"Boyfriend," Buffy interrupted. "Spike's my boyfriend."

"Interesting," Willow stated, before sighing. "See? It's real easy for you. People like me? I'm just a nerd. And when I try to speak to guys, I run out of words and go all blah."

"You just need to let go a bit," said Spike, decisively. "Could see guys liking you. Just don't follow them through the woods, or alleys, or agree to 'short cuts'."

"Um... right. Thanks for the advice." Willow stared.

"I'm gonna get a drink," Spike announced.

Buffy quickly latched onto his arm. "Daddy said no alcohol, remember?"

"He's not gonna know."

"He'll smell it! And it's not like it's hard to figure out. C'mon. Let's go dance." One bottle for Spike usually turned into twenty. She pulled him onto the dance floor, body pressed flush to his as he held her to him.

"Think I like this," he said, blue eyes bright.

"I just want to kiss you, so badly," Buffy informed. "As in really kiss you. Not just lips on lips."

"That so?"

"Yeah."

And then his lips were on hers, and her body was alive. Each and every cell sparked, hands reaching up and tangling in short bleached locks. His arms tightened around her waist, and she could feel his hard, muscled form pressing up against her. She ground against him, tongue twisting with his.

He slowly pulled back, and she was reluctant to open her eyes and take in a needed breath. "Why haven't we done that before?" Her words came out breathless.

"Just been waiting for you to say the word, princess."

"And what age did Daddy say I had to wait for?"

"Seventeen, I think."

"Don't wanna wait. I want you now." She place a kiss on his neck, sinking blunt teeth in.

He moaned at the touch. "I don't wanna wait either, but we've- Do that again. No, I mean..." He pushed her away, holding her out at an arms length. He was gasping for unneeded breath. "No seducing me, alright?"

"...fine," she said, pouting. She blinked, looking up. "Hey, it's the Watcher from school."

"Is it? Let's go meet and eat." At Buffy's raised bow, he cleared his throat. "Meet and greet."

Spike walked up the steps beside Buffy, the smell and sound of blood pounding through veins filling him. He would have to go to this place more often. Not to mention his time with Buffy. God, how he wanted her.

Buffy walked up to the Watcher guy. Spike noted that he looked like the stereotypical Watcher. Middle aged, glasses, a tweed suit. "...liked hanging out with your students so much," said the slayer.

"I was hoping you would show up," said the Watcher.

"Giles. If you're going to start showing up wherever I am, I'll get a restraining order."

"Buffy, your duty-"

Spike had had enough, approaching the two. The watcher broke off, eying Spike speculatively. Spike wrapped an arm around Buffy, holding her tight against him. "Buffy says no, she says no. I won't allow you to harass her, old man."

"Buffy, who...?"

"Spike," Buffy greeted. She cringed. "No, I hope this doesn't mean no chocolate for a month!"

Spike rolled his eyes. "I'll sneak you some in your lunch. Just wash up real well afterwards and brush your teeth. He won't have a clue."

Giles looked really confused. "Well, can you tell which people in here are vampires?"

Buffy glanced at Spike, a smile quirking her lips. "Some of them." She leaned over the rail. "Spike. How do I tell?"

He placed his hands on her shoulders. "You know what vamp vibes feel like. Just feel for them. Use mine for a guide."

Buffy closed her eyes for a moment, breathing out, breathing in... Eyes flew open. "That one, there."

"That one?" Giles asked, leaning over. "How can you tell?"

"I just can. Oh, and there. And there. And the- Hey, that guy's talking to Willow. He's taking her out." Buffy bit her lip, looking worriedly up at Spike.

"Aren't you going to stop him?" Giles demanded.

"C'mon," said Spike, taking her hand. "We'll get your friend back. Got her scent memorized."

"Her scent?" Giles repeated, confused as they walked away.

Willow stumbled into the mausoleum when the strange guy pushed her. "That wasn't funny!" It figured that the one guy who showed an interest in her was a jerk. "And... and I think I'll be going home now." He blocked her path, and she soon found Jesse thrown in after her. He was passed out, a blond girl following after. Willow stumbled over something, looking down to see Xander. He, too, was passed out. And why did those people's faces look so strange?

Two shadows approached the crypt, and Willow wondered who was going to be thrown in now. To her surprise, it was Buffy and... Spike, if Willow remembered correctly. Buffy pushed the strange man out of her way, entering the crypt with an astounding confidence. "Alright, who wants to- Mom?"

Why was Buffy looking at the blonde woman who had dumped Jesse here?

"Buffy? Spike?" the woman asked. "Get out of here."

"But you kidnapped my only friends at school," Buffy said, clearly pouting. "I'm gonna be all alone now. Can't you kidnap anyone other than these three?"

"I was just following her," Spike insisted. "And I like the girl, by the way. Think she's worth more than a snack."

To Willow's surprise, she was being pulled to her feet, and was tossed to Buffy. Spike was soon holding an unconscious Xander. "You can have these two. Get out. We'll talk later."