Part 8:


"I realize this is your town love, but I don't think that Restfield Cemetery is exactly the spot where teens like to hang out." Spike said, pretending he had no idea what Buffy was about to tell him. However, Spike's mind was churning, trying to come up with a plan so that he could pretend to have some vampire knowledge. That way, if he were to let facts slip out, he would have an alibi.

"We're not here to hang out Spike." Buffy explained, taking a seat atop a tombstone and patting for Spike to sit next to her. "We're here so that I can tell you who I am…what I am."

"Let me guess." Spike said. Buffy rolled her eyes in a good natured fashion and Spike continued. "You're a ….supermodel doing a night shoot." Spike guessed playfully. Buffy shook her head. "You're an ……. undercover cop." Spike guessed again. This time Buffy kicked him lightly in the back of his knee. "I know. You're a slayer." Spike said.

Buffy had been all set to say no. However, Spike's words took her by surprise. "What did you say?" She asked softly. Thinking that she must have misheard Spike.

"I know about slayers and vampires, love." Spike said, a plan fully formed in his mind.

"What…how?" Buffy asked in disbelief.

Spike hopped down from the tombstone and began pacing. "My great- great-great-great grandmother was a slayer." Spike explained. "She wasn't aloud to tell anyone, but word got out in our family. She was a strange slayer. She had family and friends. She even married. Becoming the only slayer ever to live who bore children."

"That's amazing." Buffy said, eyes wide in fascination. She knew that most slayers did not have children, family or friends. Therefore, the thought that there was another slayer like her, with people who cared for her amazed Buffy. Spike continued with his story.

"Because she was a slayer, her children were born with supernatural strength. Given abilities similar to slayer's abilities. Of course I doubt I'm a match for you." Spike added, downplaying his abilities in the hope that Buffy would not catch on to his large lie.

"All this time I was hiding from you." Buffy said, hopping down from the tombstone and walking over to Spike. Her warm hand on his muscular arm caused him to stop pacing. Without a word Buffy embraced him. "I knew we were perfect for each other before." Buffy said. "This just shows it. No more lies." The petite slayer added as she snuggled into Spike's welcoming and protective embrace.

"No more lies." Spike whispered, pushing back the feelings of guilt he was having. "I'm not giving her up." Spike whispered to himself. "No matter how many lies I tell."

"Sorry to ruin this precious moment." A booming voice that came from behind Spike said. The slayer quickly lunged toward the voice, knocking the man, who was now in game face, to the ground. Spike stood back as the slayer worked. Admiring her every move as she fought the vampire.

She fought with a grace that Spike had never seen matched. Her fighting was a mixture of all different styles. The demon, barely more than a fledgling, was pounded to a pulp by the time Buffy stuck the stake through his heart in one swift motion. "That'll put marzipan in your pie plate bingo." The slayer said, satisfied with a job well done. However, she turned angrily when Spike let out a low, rumbling chuckle.

"I think you need to work on your punning love." Spike suggested.

"I have better puns." Buffy said defensively. Smiling slightly at Spike, who was obviously staring at her in admiration.

"Punning aside, your amazing love." Spike offered, by way of a truce. Buffy accepted, taking his hand.

The pair walked off, set upon spending the rest of the evening together.

"You know how we said no more lies?" Buffy asked. Spike nodded. "I guess that means you should come over for dinner tomorrow night. Meet my friends."

"No." Spike whined. However, Buffy turned to face him, kissing him deeply, and Spike's mind miraculously changed.


Those who love deeply never grow old; they may die of old age, but they die young. - A.W. Pinero