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Spike and Oz were at the Bronze, having a few drinks. Spike had gotten a fake ID for Oz so they could drink together. Alcohol didn't mellow Oz out as well as marijuana, but it helped.
"So what's going on here?" Spike asked
He was referring to the festivities in The Bronze. A girl had just stamped on a cockroach and gotten a free drink.
"It's the annual fumigation party," Oz explained, "The Bronze has a party before they close to kill the cockroaches."
Upon hearing that, Spike decided not to eat the sandwich he had ordered.
"So how are Dingoes doing?" Spike asked, wanting to change the subject
"We got a gig," Oz replied, "Small club, but a gig's a gig."
"Sounds cool."
"You should…"
Oz was distracted by Willow entering The Bronze. He had never really noticed her before. She was just standing there in her baggy sweater and floral-print skirt, nervously looking around for Xander. Yet Oz couldn't take his eyes off of her.
"Spike, who's that girl?" he asked
Spike swiveled round in his chair.
"You mean Cordelia?" Spike asked
"No, the redhead."
"Oh, that's Willow."
"Willow…" Oz repeated
The name sounded so beautiful to him.
"But she's with Xander," Spike replied, "They got back together a few weeks ago."
"Oh," Oz was disappointed
"You got a thing for redheads?"
"That's not weird, is it?"
"Nah. My cousin Scott's the same way."
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Spike went outside to have a smoke. He didn't really want to, but he needed an excuse to get out of the Bronze. Ever since the flag-burning incident, people had been rather cold towards him.
"Slayer…" someone growled
Spike looked up, seeing three vampires approaching him. They were huge, wearing armored shoulder-pads and chainmail.
"Can I get a minute's peace from you guys?" Spike exclaimed, "It's called personal space, are you all socially-diseased or something?"
Spike ran up to the vamp, and attempted to stake him. The vamp dodged the attack, and kicked Spike. Spike lashed out with several kicks and punches, but they were too fast. The slayer ended up in the center of the three of them, getting punched and kicked around.
"Ow…stop it! Get off…ow! Knock it off!" Spike yelled
Just before the vampires could do some REAL damage to him, Drusilla appeared and attacked one of the them, kicking him repeatedly in the gaps of his chest armor.
"Back off!" she screeched
She lashed her hand through the air, and sliced the vampire's face. He responded by punching her right in the chest, knocking her down.
"Not cool!" Spike yelled
In a moment of pure fury, he jammed his stake into The Three's back, and tried to reach his heart. It barely made a dent in his armor.
"OK, new plan," Spike announced
He turned to Drusilla, who had quickly recovered from the punch.
"Leg it!" he yelled
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The two of them took off running. The Three ran after them.
"Who are those guys?" Spike panted
"They're called The Three, they're The Master's top bad men," Drusilla replied, "If they're after us, you've really got him mad."
"Cool!"
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Spike and Drusilla kept running. The vampires chased them all the way to Revello Drive.
"My place is just over there," Spike pointed to it
They made it up the driveway. Spike fished out his key, opened the door, and stepped inside. Drusilla hesitated.
"Drusilla, hurry up!" Spike yelled, "Get inside!"
Drusilla took a deep breath, and made it through the front door. Spike slammed it just as The Three made their way onto the front lawn.
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"Well, that was uncomfortably close," Spike muttered
He took off his coat, and hung it up on the coat rack.
"They'll wait for us all night," Drusilla said, "They don't give up, they don't get tired, and they don't sleep."
"Then we'll stay inside," Spike said
"Are you trying to get me to stay the night?" Drusilla grinned
Spike's heart raced.
"Um…"
"Spike?" Joyce called, "Are you home?"
Spike cringed; the last thing he wanted was for his mum to interrupt his moment with Drusilla. Joyce walked into the living room, and saw the two of them.
"Who's your friend?" she asked
"This is Drusilla," Spike said, "She helps me fight vampires."
"Helps you?" Drusilla repeated, slightly insulted
"Is she a slayer?" Joyce asked
"No, mum, I'm the slayer. There's only one."
Spike had lost count of how many times he had explained that to his mother.
"I thought…never mind. Spike, it's kind of late to have friends over."
"It's not like that," Spike explained, "Some pretty nasty vamps are outside. They'll be here until sunrise."
"Should I call the police?" Joyce asked
"No, the police won't do anything," Spike sighed
"Maybe if we explain…" Joyce began
"Mum…" Spike groaned
"Fine. Drusilla, you can stay here tonight," Joyce said, "I'll clean up the guest room."
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To be continued…
