Lemme think. gonna do this quick. Well basically... Don't sue me I don't own any of the characters. Now appologies. Sry this has been done. Sry its not finised. Sry for poor spelling. REVIEW REVIEW!! I need ideas critiques. but if your totally gonna bash my fic... well... I guess your entitled to that.
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Killer of the Dead


"Spike! Behind you!"

Spike whipped around to find himself a few mere inches from the chest of a tall vampire towering over him. Not even flinching, Spike repoistioned the stake in his hand, feeling the sharp tip with his index finger. 'This'll do,' he thought as he lifted it an thrust it into the chest of the tall vamp. With a look of agony and surprise he crumbled to dust, landing all over Spike's black duster. "Uck!"

Still facing the spot where the vamp stood, Spike brushed off his coat and choked on the dust, coughing out a comment to Buffy. "Gimme a good ol' demon anyday. 'Least 'ay put up a fight! Vamps here are gettin' soft." Buffy heard his accented voice, reaching her under the vampire who had tackled the her to ground. "Spike." She cried out. "Shut. up." Spike turned around to see the blond preoccupied with two vampires.

She fended them off easily, but made little headway in staking. Gracefully ducking blow after blow, kicks so harsh coming from a body so frail. As he watched, Spike felt himself begin to spiral into a pool of emotional thoughts that most vampires would stake themselves for conceiving. In futile attempt to sweep them from his mind, Spike threw himself into the bruall.

He squinted his eyes, aimed, then jumped, landing perfectly on top of the vampire on Buffy and staking him. As the cloud of dust covered the two, the gap between them closed.

Landing on her with a gruff growel, she groaned under his weight. He offered her a sly smile. "Hiya luv." 'Play it cool. Play it cool,' he thought, unable to prevent the feeling which ran through his cold body. She felt him shiver and froze for a second, feeling her hands go clammy and stomach tighten. There was something about the glint in his eyes. He could have sworn he saw a smile creep onto her lips.

Taking it as an invitation, he leaned closer, his eyes focused on her mouth. His hands found her waist and back, unwilling to let her pull away, unwilling to allow the opertunity pass. Her mind raced as she felt his hands grip her form.

The other vampire recovered from Buffy's blows, and rose from the graveyard ground only to rip Spike off her and throw him down. Buffy's sighed with releif. She felt herself snap back to reality and sprung up.

Looking past the vamp at Spike, she saw him masaging his head. "Bloody bugger," he mummbled. She laughed. "Hmm..." She started, approaching the vampire while skillfully flipping a darkwood stake in her hand. "We're just..." she saw Spike raise an eyebrow at 'we're' and she flashed him a taunting smile. He rolled his eyes. The worst was when she toyed with him. 'Don't get distracted,' she warned herself. The vampire was ready to fight. "See... We're just getting tired of you trying to kill us, so, I was thinking, we could just kill YOU and be done with it."

She blocked and ducked the vampires sudden punches, yawning with fake boredom. Suddenly Buffy's hand found an opening for the stake and slammed it into his chest. "Bye bye."

She removed the stake and faced the peroxide blond behind her, who was clapping softly. "Well, that was easy," he said. "Didn't see you doing much right then," Buffy quipped. Still straightening her clothing, she heard a crunch on the ground and turned her head over her shoulder.

Before the pair was a large, particullarly ugly, army cloth clad, male vamp, crossbow in hand. Never taking her eyes off the creature, she reached into her leather coat for a stake. It was then she realized the vampire was not interested in her.

His eyes were locked with Spike's, an unspoken challenge passing between the two of them. "Spike". Buffy tossed him the stake in her hand.

He caught it easily, feeling the heat from her hand on the cooling wood. It sent involentary shivers up his spine. He cursed himself for thinking about that in a time like this, and brought his mind back to the fight.

Spike inched forward. The vampire stood solid, gaze unfairing. He tightened his grip on the crossbow, finger slipped sending the arrow zipping through the quiet night air and squarly hitting Spike about an inch above his heart.

He looked down at it.

Sure it hurt like hell but atleast he wasn't a pile of dust. He doubled over in pain, still realing at the fact he wasn't dead. Spike managed to looked up at the vampire. He spat down at the crumpled blond. "You deserve no quicker death, traitor," the vampire hissed. He made a face that must have been an attempt at a smile but came across as a horrible mix of fangs and blood coated lips before he turned back into the woods.

Buffy looked at Spike. "You..." "Go. M'alright." He watched her go then called out to the vampire. "Ya missed!"

Walking away with an absolutly thrilled look on his face, the vampire didn't even notice Buffy coming up behind him and staking him in the back. She left before the dust even hit the ground.