AN: Right. First Spuffy fic I ever wrote, so be gentle. I wrote this on a whim, and for my dear old fish, the lovely spaztik. Go check her out if you're interested in more Spuffiness. She's good. *thumbs-up*

Disclaimer: No, I don't own BTVS, and I don't own Buffy. As for Spike… well, lets just say he isn't coming out of my closet anytime soon. *wicked grin*

Written for: spaztik. PATA. Myself.

Enjoy.

Damn Her.

There are three things that remain, faith, hope and love - and the greatest of these is love.  - Corinthians 13:13

Right. I knocked the open book off her desk. Bloody Bible.

"Faith. Hope. Love." Like I'm supposed to believe in any of those things. Especially that Love.

I'm a bloody vampire! And a damn good one at that. But every now and then, even the most powerful of undead beings gets his beliefs challenged. Usually through a wooden stake... if you believe you can live forever without getting dusted, that is.

I believed that I wouldn't believe in those three so-called things. I told myself I didn't need those, that I would never need those, and that I didn't have to go look for them.

Bloody hell. Was I wrong.

My beliefs, which I was so contented with, just got trampled on by a certain pretty blonde Slayer.

Especially the one about not needing Love and that Love was just an excuse to get women into bed.

Right. Where was I?

Oh yes. My beliefs getting trampled. Stupid Slayer.

What right does she have to come prancing along in her nancy little black boots, flipping her hair back over her shoulder and without breaking one of her perfectly manicured little nails, proceed to completely destroy everything I've ever worked for... everything I've ever believed in?

I thought I was powerful. I thought I was brilliant. I thought I didn't need love.

And then the Slayer comes along and with a well-placed smirk, tells me I'm "like, so wrong".

Who does she think she is?

Beating me down. Knocking me down. Putting me down. Always down.  She makes me stumble, she makes me run, she makes me fall.

What I didn't expect was for me to fall in love.

But I did. Damn her.

Damn her and her beauty. Damn her and her power. Damn her and her charming blue eyes, so beguiling, so innocent. Damn her sweetness and utter irresistibility. Damn her.

Because of her, I realized my weaknesses, and found out that I wasn't so high-and-mighty after all. Because of her, I found my human side.

I don't know whether to love her or to hate her for this.

But you know what, human?

When she walks in the door, and she smiles at me, and those eyes of hers just light up... I begin thinking that maybe my human side couldn't be that bad.

After all, it was my human side that fell in love with her, right?

And when she takes my hand in hers, and absentmindedly twirls her thumb around mine, I begin thinking that I don't need bloodlust or midnight kills to be content. All I need is her, her hands in mine and her head against my chest.

So I begin thinking.

Damn her.

Disrupting my nice, peaceful, bloodthirsty existence. Sashaying into my life without so much as a phone call. Making me fall in love with her without even trying.

But for the moment, I'll just sit back, take her hand and read her passages from her Bible. Even if it hurts. This Corinthians bloke had some sense in him after all. With this faith, hope, love thing.

And when she falls asleep against me, her eyes closed softly and her breathing slow and measured... I begin thinking.

Especially with the Love thing.