DISCLAIMER: I OWN VICKY.

TO THOSE WHO IT MAY CONCERN:

Incase it was not seen in the previous chapter, shant be switching bods with Faith. She wasn't actually around when Buffy and Faith got into it. Vicky only visited each summer, she only hears about the things that happen.

I haven't decided when to get rid of Graham/Riley. I was thinking about spiltting off into another story where graham gets the girl. (Hes my adorable, little southern, soldier boy and I ruve him.) If you all have any suggestions on where to go with the story, let me know.

I awoke sometime the next morning, alone in bed. My hand's throbbing woke me up, Graham had disappeared and after I had put clothes on I got bored. I had been looking for my hair scrunchie, but I couldn't find it. It was red and made of fabric, I wasn't sure how I could misplace it, it was always in my hair.

I called Xander and let the gang know that I'd be back sometime today, they told me that Adam was still at large. I told them I had no idea who Adam was, but I'd look out for him. They just told me that I'd be filled in when I got back. Graham still hadn't shown up and I decided to go visit a certain vampire.

I peeked my head out of the door, the coast was clear. I slid out of his room and quietly closed the door behind me. I turned to begin walking down stairs when I bumped into a chest. It was another of those damn green sweater things. I looked up at the wearer, it was Graham's friend from the crypt. He glared down at me, I raised an eyebrow.

"Yes?" I asked, crossing my arms. I momentarily forgot about my wrist and tried to bend it. I hissed in pain and carefully folded it back.

"You going some where?" He asked me, looking between my taped wrist and my face. This little shit was sassing me.

"I was going to go pee, but if thats not alright with you I can just go right here." I did a little head bobble and raised myself to my full height. Okay I wasn't going to go pee, but for some reason it slipped out. It sounded good in the moment. He rolled his eyes and stepped out of my way, I shuffled until I got to the stairs. Then I went down them like a murder was running behind me, I turned around at looked up. He was still watching me and I flipped him off in a rebellious moment. He began to take the stairs two at a time and I hightailed it out of the door. Okay so, mental note, pissing off Graham's friends...bad idea. They're all big and scary.

I ran across the campus, not really caring to look behind me. Once I got off campus, I glanced behind me. There was no one in site, I began to stroll like I was in the park instead of close-by to a graveyard. I got to Spike's crypt and knocked. I didn't really wait a second, I just opened the door and popped my head in. He was turned around in his little chair, looking at me. I could hear soap opera music coming from the television.

"Can I come in?" I asked him, he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Is your commando boytoy with you?" He asked me snottily. I shook my head no.

"Then come in." I shuffled in the door, and closed it with my good hand. He got up and walked over to me.

"So what now? More information? A drive to the bloody local pub?" I guess he was still angry over the whole Graham thing, I sighed and shook my head no again.

"I just got bored, and I felt kinda bad about yesterday..." I said quietly looking down at my shoes. They were muddy and needed a good cleaning.

"Well you kno- wait..you felt bad?" He started off yelling, then dropped to a almost whisper. I looked back up and nodded at him. His glare softened into a smirk.

"Why?" He asked, he began to circle around me. I shrugged, I didn't really know why I felt bad...maybe it was because he drove me there. I had no idea.

"Ugh. You reek of him again." Spike said, sounding a mix of annoyed and disgusted. I raised an eyebrow, mildly insulted.

"You always say that." I said annoyed, looking at him. He shrugged and took off his jacket. He put it around my shoulders and got all up in my face.

"You always reek of him." Spike replied softly, brushing hair behind my ear. I huffed, exasperated. How could I help smelling like Graham? I just spent the night in his bed. I frowned, I did just spend the night in his bed and he did just pay for my hospital bill. I pushed back from Spike, the guilt rushing forwards.

"No." I said, looking around at all windows for some sign of Graham.

"No what, luv?" He asked, smirking again. He was taking preditorial strides and I was taking cowering steps backwards until I hit a wall of some sort. He put his arms on either side of me, locking me in. I was beginning to feel like the prey. I placed my hand on his chest and tried to push, it was pointless really. He had me with the whole super vampire strength spiel.

"No to any of this." I said quickly motioning to him and me.

"Oh come on, luv. You know you don't hate it." He whispered into my ear, I froze. Did I hate it? I should hate it...I don't feel hate towards him at the moment. Fuck. This could not seriously be happening. I tried to push again. His head dipped down, I could feel his nose touching my neck.

"I do to hate it." I said weakly. Curse my voice, why did I have to speak? Now he definitely knew, if there was any doubt before. There was none now. His head dipped lower and I almost squeaked when I felt cold lips on my neck. I was on panic mode, offically Red alert.

I went slack for a second, my mind running on empty and he moved in closer. I took this moment to shove fully, and he stumbled backwards not expecting it. We looked up at each other for a half second, then we both lauched into action. I ran to get on one side of a stone coffin, and looked for a door. He ran to the other and grinned at me. It was a purely preditorial grin, I shivered at the sight of it.

I caught sight of the door and looked back at him. He was a good bit faster than me, and stronger...and he was going to totally catch my ass. Okay running behind the stone coffin was not a good idea, dammit brain. I began to think quickly, we were dancing with each other. He'd take a step to the side and so would I. I'd have to distract him, and then make a run for it when he was completely distracted. Okay I was going to confuse him, one step forward two steps back.

I took two steps forward, so did he. I took one step back, he took three or four forward and snaked an arm around my waist. Shite, this was not going according to plan at all! I hate stupid vampires, and their speed. I glared. His grin got larger.

"What?" I asked, looking up at him.

"You hate stupid vampires and their speed eh?" He let out a chuckle and leaned down to my face. I was no having any of that, I just glared at him. What he said dawned upon me.

"Wait a second..I said that?" I asked him hesitantly, I had never spoken my thoughts outloud before. I mean yeah there were those few times with Graham and Riley at Giles's house but still... I was so concerned by my thinkings I didn't realize what he was doing until he actually did it. He kissed me. Again dammit! I bit his lip, and glared hard at him when he yelped and pulled back.

"What the bleedin' hell was that for, woman?" He yelled, touching his lip. It was bleeding slightly, and I cringed at the sight. I hate blood, so much. He licked it, yuck. YUCK, YUCK.

"For kissing me." I said plainly, attempting to cross my arms over my chest. I was too close to him to do so, so I just continued to glare at him.

"Didn't seem like you were, hating the attention before, luv." He began to grin again, and I was starting to get annoyed. What wouldn't get this guy's motor going?

"Does anything actually turn you off, Spike?" I asked completely exasperated. His grin turned back into a preditorial smirk. I refused to shiver again this time, but I could feel the goosebumps coming up on my arms.

"Not with you around, pet." He said leaning closer to me. I had to admit, he did sound kind of sexy...maybe just this onc- No! Graham remember? G-R-A-H-A-M! Not Spike! Come on Vicky, get your shit together.

"Spike, let go of me." I said trying to keep my voice even. His smirk dropped alittle.

"You don't really mean that, pet." He sounded almost like a kicked puppy. My heart broke a little, and I almost gave in. But I stood my ground, I was going to have to do this sooner or later. I should have listiened to Graham and stayed away.

"Oh but I do. I shouldn't be here, I don't belong in a crypt. I'm human, remember? Not only that, but I'm dating one of the guys that turned you into a harmless, little vampire." I bit out, my voice did waiver at the insults. His face was heart breaking, I wanted to hug him and say sorry but I had to do this, I couldn't let down Graham, or Buffy, or the Scoobies. I moved out of his arms, once his grip had loosened, and walked out the door. I took off his jacket and layed it on the window ledge close to me.

I didn't want to look back and see his face, I'd break then. I closed the door behind me and slid down it. I could hear silence then the sound of objects hitting the walls. I put my head in my arms and stayed like that until the sun went down.

I think I might have fallen asleep like that because I woke up as the door bumped me. I jumped up and started swinging blindly, momentarily forgetting about my wrist. It began to sting, and sharp pains went up my arm. I hissed and held it. My legs felt like pins and needles were poking at them repeatedly.

"Bad idea. Very, very bad idea." I muttered to myself. The door that had woken me was still cracked half open and now there was a angry looking Spike staring down at me. I looked him up and down, he was in his usual gear but he had a gun in his hand. I stared at it for a second, completely flabbergasted.

"What do you have that for?" I asked him confusedly. I had forgotten that I had just insulted him and that he looked kinda angry..and that it was very likely for me. I looked at him then at the gun, still holding my hand. He had turned all vampey and was glaring down at me. After I had asked, I remembered.

"What do you think?" He asked quietly. I almost hadn't heard him, I straightened up and stared at him for a second. He growled loudly, and began to raise the shotgun. I reacted in a blind panic and hugged him, tightly around the middle. I could feel him freeze up for a second, I hugged him tighter and a few seconds later he hesitantly wrapped an arm around me. Yes! This means I wouldn't be shot.

"Sorry, Spike." I mumbled into his chest, just in case he was still thinking about shooting me. For a brief second I was in disbelief at the fact that I had just apoligized to a soulless, emotionally unstable, vampire because he was going to shoot me. This was getting absolutely ridiculous. I rubbed his back, and I swear that for a second I almost heard him purr.

"Did you just purr?" I asked sarcastically, looking up at him. He froze.

"Oh sod off." He shoved me backwards and I yelped. Before I hit the ground he grabbed me, looking worried. I grabbed on to his arms looking incredibly frazzled I'm sure.

"I'M HUMAN, YOU JACKASS. I'M A WEAK DEFENSELESS HUMAN." I yelled up at him, glaring. He kept forgetting or something, tossing me around like I was the slayer. I was kind of angry he kept tossing me about like a sack of potatoes.

"Sorry, sorry. Keep forgetting, luv." He put down the shotgun and hugged me to him. I looked around the graveyard, it was quiet an-wait a sec. I pulled back from Spike and peered around at a grave. I was pretty sure I saw Riley there for a second. I looked harder, it was Riley! I shoved back from Spike quickly, just in case Riley decided to look behind him.

"Wha-" Spike began to ask, I put my hand over his mouth and crouched down, he followed my example. I pointed towards Riley who had infact, just turned around. I didn't think he could see us though, we were blocked by a stone column. Spike turned his head and groaned. I stood back up and began to walk towards Riley, not really thinking. He turned and jumped in my direction. I panicked and tried to take a step back, he would have crushed me if Spike hadn't have popped up as a wall.

"What the hell Riley?" I asked hysterically, taking deep breaths and trying to calm my heartrate back down. He looked up at me then back down to Spike and recognition flashed across his face. He stood up and took a few steps back, rubbing the back of his head.

"Sorry. I just..I just thought you were a vampire or something." He said quietly.

"Well, obviously I'm not!" I whispered back, still taking deep breaths. Something about Riley made me feel panicky, I thought it might have something to do with his episode at Willy's bar. I felt Spike's hand hesitantly touching my back. I waved him off, and tried to slow my breathing.

"Where have you been?" Riley asked almost accusingly. I put my hands on my hips.

"I was at Graham's and then I just started to wander around." I said haughtily. He couldn't tell me what to do.

"Yeah, he was looking for you. You've been gone all day and night, Vicky. Its three in the morning." He took a step forward, and I one back. I didn't quite trust him.

"Hes always looking for me, and I'm a big girl you know. I can stay out however late I want." I was riding this ship down into the ground, Riley could go piss off. I turned around and began to walk away. I heard two heavy booted steps and felt him grab my hurt wrist. I yelped and spun around, trying to get him to let go.

"LET GO OF ME! LET GO! LET GO! LET GO!" I was almost hysterical now, and I could feel the little tendrils of fear beginning. My eyes began to water, as I continued to panic. He let go quickly, I heard Spike howl in pain nearby and soon after I felt two cold arms wrap around me, pulling me towards their owner. He felt safe and smelled like cigarettes and whiskey.

"What was that for?!" I heard Riley yell behind me.

"For grabbing her. You've already hurt her enough, mate." I felt the chest I was hiding in vibrate. I really wasn't cut out for this kind of life, whatsoever. I was weak, I wasn't a witch, and I kept getting hurt. This was highly frustrating. I had to find someway to become, better. Or stronger, more equipped. I briefly thought about becoming a vampire and decided against it. There was also a vengeance demon, but I don't know...that sounds kinda painful. An arm wrapped itself around my waist and my knees and picked me up, bridal style.

"Where do you want to go, pet?" I felt lips whisper against my head. I was limp, unmoving. I didn't want to move anymore, I was tired of the constant drama and me getting hurt. My hand was throbbing and I could barely wiggle my fingers. The fear had left me, leaving me almost numb. I just layed in his arms and watched the night sky above us, not saying anything. The sky disappeared and was replaced by stone, and cobwebs. We must be in Spike's house again. I felt him sit into something, and heard the crunch of glass under his shoes. I looked over to where I thought the tv was supposed to be. There was nothing there.

"Where'd the T.V go?" I whispered, mostly to myself. I felt him shift under me, pulling me up to where I was laying across his chest.

"The telly bit the dust, luv." He whispered back, into my hair. I looked around and saw exactly what he meant. There were pieces of it everywhere, bits of glass, wood, and metal bits. I nodded slowly and curled into his side. He wrapped an arm around my back, keeping me in place. This was wrong and I knew it, but I couldn't bring myself to move. I just wanted to lay there and listien to his silent chest and him whispering things into my hair. He was calming, and safe.

I was beginning to love the smell of cigarettes mixed with the bitter smell of hard liquor. I slowly drifted off to sleep, Spike stroking my hair. I was only thinking about the implications this night would have.