This is a Challenge Fiction, challenged by my sister. This Challenge Fiction must have the words "haunted, exhilarated, tempting, ammunition, drugs" and with Spike/Buffy slash.



Buffy jammed a stake through the rising vampire, and he turned into dust at her feet. She put away the stake, feeling exhilarated, and mentally counted all her vampire dusting. Giles would surely want to know.

"There were three groups of five vampires waiting for another to rise. And the three rising vamps," she mentally ticked off. "That makes eighteen! Wow." As she marvelled at herself, she walked through the graveyard, senses alert.

"And then there was one." a haunted voice floated through the graveyard. A stake eased its way into Buffy's hand once more. She spun around, ready to strike at the slightest movement.

"I still have a lot of ammunition left," Buffy called out, taunting the hidden vampire. "There are enough stakes to dust every vampire in Sunnydale!"

"Sunnyhell, Buffy, Sunnyhell," the vampire stumbled out, correcting Buffy wrongly.

"Spike, what are you doing?" Buffy sighed, looking at the peroxide blond. He was on the damp grass, his legs crossed neatly. He had pulled out a few blades of grass, and was twisting them into a French twist.

Buffy stared at his weird behaviour for a full minute. When she regained her composure, a few French twists had already been formed, another blade tied at the end and top to keep it together.

"Are you on drugs?" Buffy asked, dropping her voice. She craned her neck to look at Spike in the face. Buffy sighed again.

"You're drunk, Spike."

"Yesh!" Spike looked up. Buffy entwined her arm with the crook of Spike's and lifted him up with her enhanced Slayer strength. She removed her arm and let him pick his twists up.

"You're tempting me, Spike. I could stake you now," Buffy lied, hoping to get a sensible answer from Spike. Spike stared at Buffy sadly.

"Kill me!" Spike shouted, clutching the twists and bared his chest. Buffy took a step back, realizing that Spike was way too drunk.



"You're going to have a huge hangover in the morning," Buffy pointed out on the way to Spike's home. Spike grunted in reply. Buffy kicked open his door and dragged him in. She shut the door gently and pulled him to his clean bed.

"Linen sheets, and cleaned too!" Buffy raised her eyebrows and pushed Spike into his bed. He tumbled inside, and began snoring immediately. His grip on the twists loosened, and they slipped to the floor.

Buffy looked at the sleeping figure. She gathered the carefully-twisted grass and put them on the table beside his bed. Changing her mind, she picked up one, to remind her of this.

"Goodbye Spike," Buffy caressed his face gently. She allowed one last look at the curled up vampire and exited the house.