Disclaimer: I find it annoying that every time I write something Joss has to remind me that he owns all rights to all the characters and I have none.

Author's Note: Thanks everyone who reviewed I really appreciate it! Just to let you know, this was supposed to be a fluffy, bantering fight…but I swear sometimes the story writes itself. It landed in a new direction, but I like it and hope you all do as well.

Chapter 7: Primordial

Buffy watched as the potentials gathered around them, anticipating what was going to come. They had moved out to an open field in the cemetery, it seemed to be appropriate and saved any damages to the house. There was only so many times she could replace the furniture after the last time they fought in a house, she wasn't sure if it could take it.

She watched as he smirked at her from the other side. She felt the two stakes on her, one in her boot and the other tucked in the back belt loop of her jeans. She knew this was more to settle this with Spike, but gave a good lesson to the potentials. They had discussed some things before they went into this. They wanted to make this as real as possible, but everyone else didn't know that.

"Slayer," Spike swaggered toward her a smirk on his face as he sang the word. "You aren't goin' to go easy on me pet. Can't have that." He walked closer to her, until he was close enough and pulled her to him from around the waist. "That wouldn't be much fun and we have to give the bits here a decent show." His breath drifted towards her neck as he spoke, sending tingles down her spine. "Remember, luv, I am the Big Bad."

Buffy stumbled a bit as he let her go and walked a few steps backwards, smirking. "Well, Big Bad, if that's the way we are going to play it." Buffy ran her tongue, licking her lips, watching as Spike's eyes followed it around her mouth. "And Spike, don't you hold back either."

"Wouldn't dream of it." The others gasped as in a blink of an eye, Spike vanished.

She turned to the others. Everyone was gathered around the outside, giving them some space. Some had pen and paper, others had a camera. The older Scoobies looked a bit nervous.

"What you are about to see is something a slayer faces. A master vampire. There are no room for mistakes, no room for wrong calls, or your dead. There is a reason slayers have a short life, die young. If you lose your train of thought for one second that can be it. They just need one chance…one good day." Spike's laughter echoed around the cemetery, not really coming from a central direction causing the potentials to jump.

"Spike has killed two slayers in his past. He came to Sunnydale to make me his third. That duster that you see him wearing. He took it off a dead slayer after he killed her."

Giles spoke up, "Buffy, I think that is enough. We need to teach them."

"I know and I am. Spike & I are going to hold nothing back. Under no circumstances, "She looked everyone straight in the eye. "Are you going to come between him or I in this fight. No circumstances." Buffy smiled as she headed toward the center. "Watch what we do. See how fast we react to one another. Learn. Here begins the lesson."

Everything went quiet; many of the potentials looked around trying to find the location of the vampire. A cool breeze went through the cemetery rustling some leaves. Buffy slowly walked around, listening for some indication of where he was.

"Boo." Spike through Buffy into a tombstone smashing it as she went. She quickly got back up on her feet, stake in hand. The two began to circle one another and so their dance began.

"I've missed this slayer." Spike leered as he slide into his game face. "I can hear your heart speeding up, the blood and adrenaline flowing through your veins." He growled.

"Is that the best you got?" Buffy quickly lunged at him, attempting to kick him. Spike, however caught her foot flipping her over.

"Come, now pet. This supposed to be more fun than this." Spike tossed Buffy as she was going to get up. "You were much more of a challenge before. I guess, once a slayer dies, they are nothing but bloody dead weight."

Buffy felt a pang in her stomach at the words. She got herself up and began to circle him again. She told him to do this. He always had a knack for finding a weakness and playing on it. This is what she wanted the girls to see, to hear, but she couldn't help, but feeling a bit of hurt.

Buffy tossed her stake, which he easily intercepted, but that gave her the opportunity and she through a fury of punches at his stomach. He smacked her hard across the face, stunning her, but she quickly attempted to knock his feet out from under him.

He was too quick and jumped, sending a few punches at her face which she easily ducked. Buffy grabbed is arm and sent him flying into a tree trunk. "Whose dead weight now?"

Spike disappeared once again in the surrounding trees. Buffy this time was much more alert. She heard a faint rustle in the trees moving fast. Her gazed traveled toward the potentials and others who were gripping tightly to their objects. They were expecting a fight, but not one this evenly matched. Buffy's eyes widened as Spike jumped over the group of spectators and tackled her to the ground.

Spike pinned her down by her arms, but Buffy bucked out from underneath him, slamming him back into a nearby tombstone. She slammed his head against the stone, but he kicked her legs out from under her. He flipped himself off the ground and kicked her side sending her flying against the cemetery. He stalked over to her and placed one boot by her neck.

Buffy gazed up into his eyes and saw a raw fiery. A bloodlust that she hadn't seen in awhile. She felt that instinct to fight, to kill.

"Too bad mommy isn't here to save you this time." Buffy felt something in her snap and the anger course through her veins. She latched onto Spike's leg and snapped it, sending him howling to the ground.

Some of the girls looked towards Giles and the others for some kind of sign, but they just saw surprise and a bit of fear on their faces. They didn't know that it was going to get like this. They thought maybe a few bunches, the banter like they usually saw, but nothing too physically harming.

Buffy stepped on his leg, causing another scream in pain and she smiled. Something was coursing through her veins, something primal, something she had been holding back for a long time. It was the same thing she had recognized in his eyes. Instinct. Fight. Lust.

Spike growled and lunged up, pouncing on Buffy. He repeatedly hit her, pinning her arms and legs, with his own. Despite the shots of pain up his leg, his strength with it never faltered. He growled as he bit into her arm, causing her to shout.

The Scoobies all prepared to rush out, to stop what they had seen had gone too far, but waited for some sign that they would stop. She said no circumstances, but was unsure of just how far she meant.

Buffy tried to buck up again, but Spike was prepared enough, learning from the first time. "Come on Slayer." His voice was rough, filled with an unknown emotion, sending chills down the others spine. "Is this what a slayer is?" He licked the drop of blood on the side of his mouth. "God, I have missed the bloody high."

His eyes were gone as were hers, consumed by the power that flowed through them, that they had relinquished themselves to.

Buffy once again, this time with more force, flung Spike off of her, but this time he flew half way across the field. Buffy gazed at her arm and then smirked as she looked at the vampire, who was back on his feet mirroring her expression.

The Scoobies watched as they both went ridged in their stances, their eyes filling with white mist.

"Giles!" Willow looked at the watcher. "What is this?" Everyone was alarmed as the two fell down on their knees, seizuring as white sparks flew across their bodies. It centralized on the blood around Spike's mouth and the open bite mark on her arm.

"I-I d-don't know! Willow, use a spell o-or something to expel the force."

Before Willow could say anything, the white sparks disappeared. The two began to circle again. Willow looked at Giles, but his gaze was locked on the two.

A snarl ripped through the air, but it didn't come from Spike. The slayer rushed at him; tackling him so far they landed a few feet from the Scoobies. They all stepped back as they saw fangs descend from Buffy's mouth, her eyes turning the same gold as Spike's. He growled as well as simultaneously, both biting into the other's neck, drinking.

TBC

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