A/N: This is a rewrite starting from Season 2. Drusilla was about at some point but Spike is in love with Candy. I wanted to write someone different. She is from the same time-period as him, but she had kept a little more tradition. I'm not sure if I'll carry on with this, but feedback is welcome. Thanks xoxo

Chapter One:

She stalked through the graveyard, her movements were cat-like as she weaved through the plots, careful not to step on any of the graves. She prowled past the dusty old mausoleums and crouched behind a headstone, listening to the sounds of the night. She was trying to hear for any sign of life, a heartbeat or a sudden intake of breath. Her senses were heightened, and she was scoping the area out so that she could hunt. Her green eyes scanned the area once more before she moved on from where she had hidden, continuing through the graveyard. She bowed every so often in respect of those that lay beneath her before walking on to find somewhere with a larger population to choose from.

She had stalked through the streets she now called her home, they were teaming with demons of all kinds. She wondered why she had found herself on another Hellmouth. She knew why, of course. They had come for a rest, they had been in England but they had gotten a reputation in London that was near impossible to escape. She sighed slightly at this, she had enjoyed London and wished that she could have stayed for another couple of decades. She knew that he had heard news of a slayer on the loose, that's the real reason they had come. She had never been to California before and the strange land was taking her some time to get used to. She heard something then and tensed as the footprints came at a steady pace. No beating. Demon, she decided. She usually made sure she kept away from demons apart from the ones she was used to. She swung around and stood up quickly, a defensive stance already maintained but she quickly relaxed when she realised who was stalking after her through the graveyard, not caring where he stepped, he only wanted to get to her.

"Candy?" He called, making sure that was her, "Candy, love, please come back inside. It's almost the witching hour and you always stay inside for that" He pleaded as he got closer to her, his blue eyes scanned her face for a sign of her mood.

"Maybe I want the witches to take me. L'heure du crime shall take me to someone who loves me more than his precious Slayer" She made a hand movement as if to shoo him away, and he took her wrist and pulled her to him. She took his hand and started to dance slowly in the middle of the graveyard. Her eyes were closed, and she had a smile on her lips. She had her Spike alone for the first time in a while.

"Kitten, stop it. You know I'll only have eyes for you. For centuries more at least" Spike convinced her, joking at the end as he noticed she wasn't actually in a mood with him. She stopped her dancing at his words. She looked up at him slowly, unsure of how to word how she felt about their most recent move. It was in her nature to change her mind with the direction of the wind, but she wasn't ready to leave England at the time.

"I know, but the minions are tiresome and some smell as if they were freshly dug from the ground. We're vampires, sure, but may we have some decency and hygiene in our ranks?" She complained and pouted slightly. The vampires they had been staying in weren't pleasant creatures and a lot of them were not particularly bright either. She had tried to hold a conversation with one, but he had just stared at her chest the whole time, that was, until Spike had taken his head.

"I can't make them wash. Just stay on the far side away from them. Won't be forever" He shrugged; he hadn't given it much thought. They were only minions, after all.

"I don't wish to be side lined. I can smell them no matter where I go" She complained, revealing a small wishbone from her pocket and linking her pinkie finger to one side, "Do you trust me, love of mine?" She gestured for him to take the other side. He had always humoured her with her superstitions, and she smiled as he moved to fulfil her silent request.

"With all of my cold, dead heart" He reached his pinkie finger to link around the other side of the wishbone and pulled when she did. She received the larger side, which meant that she got the wish. She spoke it out loud to him.

"Kill the anointed one. He does not serve a real purpose and his tiny frame makes me uncomfortable. He looks like the page boy we ate at our wedding" She screwed her eyes up briefly while she spoke. Her winning half still in her hands as she started to snake her arms around his waist and rest her head on his chest. Spike had thrown his half into the graveyard and moved his arms protectively around her, slowly pulling her hood down to reveal a mass of bubble gum pink coloured hair. He had always loved her hair, the colour and style had changed with each decade but she seemed to have taken to this colour as it had lasted longer than the others. He enjoyed having her like this, in his arms and he smelt her hair as she stood there, leaning against him. Living with her was what kept him going, it was never boring. Her mind changed often, and she had phases of being utterly obsessed with things before dropping them just as quickly. Luckily, she had fallen in love deeply and hadn't left his side since their first wedding over a century ago. Although, it was always a worry for him that something would come between them and take her away.

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Candy was lying on their king-sized bed. She had decorated their room to make it feel more like her own, she didn't enjoy hiding in dank rooms like some kind of demon. She had found some throws and scatter cushions, that Spike had detested but let her arrange them the way she had anyway. The room was a dusty lilac with grey tones that she had arranged so that Spike wouldn't refuse to sleep in it with her. She had wanted pastel pink and powder blues as well, but she knew she would be pushing it even though Spike had told her she could decorate any way she liked. There were the usual things such as chains and hooks around the room that she didn't have the heart to get rid of, Spike had always enjoyed a darker aesthetic, so she kept them around. Plus, they might come in useful later on anyway. She was thinking about the sun, the way she missed the warm rays delicately caressing her face as she would sit and bathe in the light on summer days. Spike had always worried about the way she missed it and had tried his best to make her more comfortable. He had suggested that she tried moon-bathing and he had showered him in soft kisses. Since he had mentioned that they had made a habit of bathing in the light of the moon together. Spike had enjoyed the way she seemed to glow in the moonlight, her pale skin a reflection of the light of the moon itself. She thought fondly to the conversation they had during one of the nights they had bathed beneath the moon. She had just changed her name again and Spike was struggling to be supportive.

It was 1971 and the pair were in Paris, moon-bathing from the balcony of their penthouse suite. Candy had suggested they took a break from their hunt and took solace in the light of the moon. They had placed beach towels they had found on the floor, one had palm trees and the other a smiling sun with sunglasses. They could hear busy traffic and people still walking around. Candy had always enjoyed the sounds of the city. Spike was lying on his back and Candy was lying on her side, close to him. Spike had his arms wrapped around her, and he was absentmindedly stroking her arm as he thought about what candy had just told him.

"Love, that's a stripper's name" He tried to choose his words carefully, his lover had always changed her mind about her tastes and identity every decade or so and he loved her for it, but he was struggling to keep up.

"I like it, Spike. Do you think that I couldn't work the pole?" She smiled slightly at his implication, she no longer had time for the rules of her day and wanted to do everything she could to prove to herself she had left that life in the past. She adjusted her weight onto him as she rested her head on his chest, her pink fingernails stroking his stomach in thought.

"Sweet, you would be the most effervescent angel up there. Doesn't mean you need to call yourself Candy"

"Maybe I could spell it with an I, it would be cuter. Candi" She suggested with a smile, although Spike's expression made her reconsider the spelling choice.

"Kitten, I'm not bloody calling you that" He stated, sounding irritated now. Candy stopped stroking him and lifted herself to look at his face. Her face shifted in anger, but she worked hard to shift it back and collect herself before speaking.

"Then call me nothing, William" She replied shortly. She got up to walk back into the apartment and Spike lit up a cigarette. He rolled his eyes, he knew she had a point. She had started calling him Spike the day he had changed it. Even when Angelus had refused to address him as such for months.

"I'm only saying the other name is beautiful, like you pet" He conceded, following her inside and taking a long drag as he tried to figure out how to get back on her good side. He would hate to be without her for even a night, he had been in love with her for so long. She turned to face him and managed a smile, she liked the frown he had when he was trying to figure out the right words to use. He used to pull that slight frown when he considered his word choice for the poetry he would write. She had adored his poetry and had encouraged him to continue with it, although his attention had been on other things in recent decades.

"Flattery will get you nowhere with me, love of mine" She smiled and took the cigarette out of his hands and took a drag before throwing the end onto the balcony. She tip toed to kiss him slowly. Spike started to kiss her more passionately and she matched him easily. They had a passion that couldn't die, despite the life being gone in their own hearts. Their love burned strong and they could never stay angry or irritated at each other for long.

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"Kitten?" he asked into the darkness, he had brought her a snack because she had been in a rage earlier as she had received some bad luck. He had tried to calm her down, but she had thrown her untied shoe at him before hiding under the bed covers. He had cursed her but felt guilty as soon as he left the building and decided to bring her something back as an apology. Candy had stayed where she had hidden under the covers, as if it would shield her from the bad luck she had received. When she had heard Spike enter and smelt fresh blood she started to stir and sit up in the bed. Her hair was wild, but still managed to make her look attractive and her eyes were glassy as if she had been crying recently. She was wearing a lacy lilac negligée that showed a lot of skin and spike smirked as he looked over her body, she enjoyed his gaze on her but she snapped out of it when she realised the man he had brought back was also enjoying the view. She took a matching lilac silk robe and wrapped it around herself, with a glare towards the man for looking.

"Love, why were you playing target practice at my sodding head with your unlaced shoes?"

"My shoelace had untied as I was walking!" She exclaimed, as if this was supposed to mean something to Spike. He just sat on the bed and waited for her to explain, trying not to ask what the hell she thought she was doing throwing things at him when he had only offered to take her out for a bite. "Spike, sweet Spike" She shook her head at him, "Shoelace untied as you walk is bad luck, you must throw the shoe at the one whom you wish well to turn the luck"

"What a crock of shit" The man in the corner, his neck leaking red liquid, muttered as she spoke. Both Spike and Candy turned to glare at him, before ignoring him as Spike reached for his love's hand and stroked it softly with his thumb.

"You wish me well?" Candy simply nodded as if it was obvious. Spike had trouble keeping track of all the superstitions that she was so well-versed in and struggled to be good tempered when something like that happened. When she calmed down and talked to him though, it was often rooted in good intentions. "You gotta warn a man when you're throwing shoes at him, even for good luck" He explained and she nodded, although he knew something like this would come up again. It always did with her, but he wouldn't have it any other way. He left a kiss in the middle of her forehead as he stood and roughly grabbed the man he had brought back for Candy. He passed him to her and she smiled at Spike lovingly, before turning to the man that had insulted her earlier.

"Hey, lady. It's-it's bad luck to kill a man too, you know" He blurted out and Candy could smell fear on him.

"No, that's just a sin. I do not believe in the commandments. A man wrote them, and I find they often lie to get their own way" She smiled sweetly at her victim. Spike softly put his hands through her pink hair as he watched the way she turned on the man, he had always enjoyed watching her play with her food.

"No- no I mean it. Kill a man on a Tuesday and-and die the next day" He stumbled over his words, desperation pouring off him as he didn't want to die. Spike scoffed at the man as he walked towards the door and left her to it, he had to go and have a chat with the Anointed one. Candy seemed to loosen her grip slightly, she straightened up and thought about this for a moment. She leaned in close to the man, so her lips were close to his ear.

"Crock of shit" She slowly whispered, enunciating each word. This sent shivers down the man's spine and he whimpered as she changed into her game face.

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Buffy was waiting for Xander and Willow outside of the Bronze when she noticed a woman with a lilac dress that didn't match the alley she was walking through. It was lacy and the neckline was low and showed her cleavage and the skirt of the dress was long and flowed around her. She held herself upright, with an incredible posture and her hair was a shocking pink that Buffy couldn't stop staring at. The woman appeared to be hopping along the pavement and looked down with great care as she walked towards the Bronze.

Her eyes were a bright green that Buffy had never seen in a human before. Better check on that, Buffy decided to strike up a conversation with the woman that seemed to be slowly making her way over to her anyway.

"What are you doing?"

"Cracks. Must avoid the cracks" She pointed to the crack in the sidewalk that she had just carefully walked over to emphasise her point.

"Solid advice, but again why?"

"Breaks your mother's back. Mine's dead, of course, and good riddance bless her rotten soul. But I know better than to upset the luck out of my favour, can't let the demons in"

"And you think that will work, believe me, you'll need to do more than avoid the cracks in this town"

"The Slayer?"

"The vampire, I assume"

"I do not wish to fight, I just wanted to see you. Spike's been speaking so much about you, I wanted to see you myself"

"Spike?" Buffy asked, she had met him at her parent-teacher night a few weeks ago.

"Yes, my lover neglected to mention me, didn't he? Always does that when he's on the hunt. His mind's focused like that" She seemed to think of Spike dreamily as she explained this, pointing to her own head when she mentioned his focus.

"I'll make my own introductions then, I'm Candy" She held out a porcelain hand for buffy to shake, her nails were the same shocking pink as her hair and they looked very sharp. Buffy just stared from her hand to her face and crossed her arms over her chest, "Your hair smells incredible, how often do you condition it?"

Candy reached over to touch Buffy's hair when she didn't meet her hand, but that was the last straw. Buffy knocked her hand away and started with an offensive stance. Candy merely stood there and waited, as if she was casually waiting for a bus at the stop to roll in. Buffy threw her first punch and Candy easily blocked it, almost yawning at the fight as Buffy started throwing punches with more force. Candy blocked most of them

"You don't survive this long without learning to be useful in a fight" candy smiled, hoping for some kind of praise from the slayer.

"You don't survive this long" Buffy quipped, about to plunge a stake into Candy's heart. Candy's eyes bulged at the sight and quickly did what she always did when things got sticky. Buffy had merely blinked and Candy had disappeared. She looked down to see if she had been dusted and saw a cat on the floor, the cat was the whitest white Buffy had ever seen, the cat was pure white and had bright green eyes. The cat hissed at Buffy before rushing off and back to wherever it came from.