Author's note: Sorry for taking a long time. This is a pretty difficult story to pen. Its all conversation and i have to put in insights so it probably won't be updated as quickly, but i'm working on it, i promise. :D
Chapter III - Le Slayer, Elle Adore Parler
"J'adore ma chat." Buffy said out loud. "J'adore ma chat."
She paused and though for a long moment and then deflated.
"What does that mean again?" she paused and sighed. "I love to chat?"
Ugh.
Why hadn't she thought to bring Willow?
French homework and patrol, unmixy things, file away for future Buffy reference. well, she really couldn't call what she was doing patrol anyway, it was more like a very, very boring walk though the cemetery when she could be at home practicing her French or even more importantly out with her friends clocking in some much needed Bronze time.
She sighed and was about to turn around and head home when she suddenly heard the beginnings of a fight in the near distance and brightened considerably. Oh god, just how sick was she?
"That's funny." she mused aloud as she picked up her pace, heading towards the struggle. "I though I was the one going to do the big fighting today."
She stopped a little before the fight itself and was promptly stunned speechless with what she saw.
A three ton Xugenash demon facing off against a lone figure that seemed dwarfed in comparison. It took a few flashes of platinum blonde hair and black leather and a few muttered bloody hells before the man registered as Spike.
She quickly jumped into the fray doing everything she could to try and ward of the demon but it proved too strong even for her. Suddenly, he had her engulfed in a bear hug that was quickly squishing the life out of her. She was about to call out for help when she found that she had no air left in her lungs with whish to breathe. It was when she was slowly blacking out that she heard a few chanted Latin words and felt a massive blow of magickal power-something that no doubt she would ask Willow about later-and the demon fell dead. Buffy brushed her sweaty palms on her jacket and turned to the vampire.
No that the danger was over Spike was leaning against a tree lighting a cigarette.
"Unless you've forgotten." she snapped. "Slaying is my job." She had thought that he would be horrified if he realized that what he had just done definitely fell under the good column. He had slayed something, even saved the slayer's life. "And I though you wanted me dead?"
Spike nodded after taking a long drag.
"I do." he said. "only I want to be the one that gets to do the killing."
"Right." Buffy said. "Take your best shot."
"Slayer, I don't-"
Buffy suddenly realized something.
"Hey, Spike," she said. "Do you realize that you are waking around with out the aid of a wheel chair?"
He gave her a look that decidedly said 'duh.'
"Okay, okay, so since when where you back amongst the walking dead?"
"Since maybe three days after the bloody incident."
Buffy's eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets.
"Got to love that vampire healing." she said mainly to herself. She was carefully thinking about the repercussions that this may have on her slaying. She didn't want to have mortally wounded a vamp only to have him pop back the next day with a vengeance.
"Vamp healing's got nothing to do with it." Spike said shaking his head.
Buffy stared at him confused.
"Went to see about a witch." Spike said rolling his eyes.
"Huh?" she shook her head. "You know you speak weird I NEVER understand what you have to say. Why don't you just speak English? Not that 'bloody' language they speak in-"
"England?" Spike supplied.
"You know Giles gives me the same exact look whenever I say that."
"Slayer, everyone looks at insane people the same way."
Buffy scowled at him.
"You should really be one to talk about insane." she said harshly.
Spike raised his eye brows.
"Oh ho! The kittie has claws." he said shaking his head. She couldn't help but grin triumphantly. She knew the comment wouldn't devastate him, Spike was, as a rule, hard to devastate, but she did hope that it would sting. Her smiled disappeared, however, when he went on. "An underhanded comment about my girlfriend to get my hackles up? Not going to work slayer."
"You know Spike, not everything is mind game." she shot back crossing her arms and tilting her head to one side.
Spike nodded and took another drag of his cigarette.
"No," he said. "But this is."
Buffy's jaw dropped open, then her eyes narrowed and then she snapped her jaw closed, all in quick succession. This amused Spike greatly. A second later, she thwacked him on the arm, strong enough to knock him backwards, which amused Spike less.
"That is so not fair!" she snarled. "You can't just go around tying people up into little packages with out being all gift wrapped yourself!" she smacked him again. "Get out of my head."
"Then don't make it so bloody easy to read you." he replied finally putting the cigarette out with the heel of his boot. "You know you make it so easy for Angelus," she didn't seem to recoil at the name. Spike inwardly smirked, another piece on information that would help later on. "He knows how you tick and how you make you go haywire, instead of stressing about every bloody thing he does to you, fight back."
Buffy stared at him. Spike rolled his eyes.
"What?"
"Did you just help me?" she asked incredulously.
Spike nodded without hesitation.
"S'no fun to watch if the enemy is getting massacred." he said. "It has to be a close fight to catch attention." he paused and smirked. "Sides, like I said, I want to be the one to kill you; I'm not going to let my sire do it for me."
"Yeah?" she asked her bravado snapping back into place. "You going to kill me? When?"
Spike chuckled.
"When you least expect It." he said.
With that, he turned on his heel and began to stride away, his duster billowing behind him. About a second later, however he stop and turned around a thoughtful expression occupied his face.
"Oh, and by the way," he said as an afterthought. "'J'adore ma chat' means 'I love my cat'; I love to chat is 'J'adore parler'"
He turned again and walked off this time, he did not look back.
usually Buffy would have been insulted that he dared turn away form her and sent a stake flying at his heart though his back, but the only though running through her mind was the fact she had just had a semi civil conversation with William the bloody.
Author's note: i'm not so sure about the french, i haven't spoken french in years, so if its wrong. Sorry.
