A/N: This chapter is a little more lighthearted.
Thank you for all the reviews!! I really hope you like this story!! This is my first fan-fic that I made a promise to myself to finish!! I really like how this is going. BARE WITH ME!!! KEEP REVIEWING!!! PS. Special thanks to Nyades Road Ghost!!
Night falls, I fall
And where were you?
And where were you?
Warm skin, Wolf grin
And where were you?
I fell into the moon
And it covered you in blue
I fell into the moon
Can I make it right?
Can I spend the night?
High tide, Inside
The air is dew
And where were you?
While I,I died
And where were you?
I crawled out of the world
And you said I shouldn't stay
I crawled out of the world
Can I make it right?
Can I spend the night/Alone?
Blue By Angie Hart (co-writer: Joss Wheddon)
Spike prowled the graveyard like a lion on the hunt. His moves were smooth and silent. With every step he took, it was reeking with vengeance and danger. He heard a twig snap and froze in his place. Slowly, the vampire turned his head to listen. Another snap. Spike let out a deep growl and turned quickly behind and pounced on his prey, attacking like a wild beast. This fight was for Buffy. Every fight was for Buffy.
He pinned the evil monster and raised his fist, preparing to give a hard blow to the vampire's head. As Spike's fist swooped down, the creature rolled off to the side, swinging it's leg around Spike's torso and straddling him.
The moonlight glowed across the two figures dancing in the darkness. Spike saw blonde hair, pulled back into a messy ponytail. The fair skinned girl looked at him with a corrupt look on her face. The perversion faded from her face and a frown appeared in it's place.
"Slayer, what the bloody hell are you doing here?" Spike asked, pretending he didn't notice her moment of arousal.
"Gee Spike, it's kind of my job." Eliza said sarcastically.
"But you haven't been properly trained yet. You could get hurt."
"Uhh well what were you doing here?"
"Gee Slayer, I kind of do this every night." Spike said, mocking Eliza's tone.
"Well you could get hurt, considering I almost kicked your ass and I pinned you."
"Don't get cocky. Yeah you're good for someone who just found out what slayers and vampires are, but your form was completely filled with faults. You were way too noisy when you approached me and you hesitated to pin me..which by the way, you're still on me. Breathing becoming an issue."
"Too bad you don't breathe." Eliza said, rolling her eyes and getting up. She dusted herself off.
"Alright, you want to learn to become a Slayer? Here goes for our first field lesson."
"Yeah I kind of already am a Slayer."
"Shut up."
She saluted him. "Yes sir." She said, mouth dripping with disdain. Eliza didn't know why she was being so sour to Spike. Something about him, just rubbed her the wrong way. In the gorgeous, sexy, manly sense about it.
Spike rolled his eyes at her comment. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't hide his small smile. He liked arguing with her. It was kind of fun.
"What are you smiling at?" Eliza asked, with one eyebrow raised.
"Fresh grave." Spike replied, pointing to the grave he just saw.
They walked over to the headstone. They sat on the ground leaning their backs against the headstone across from the fresh grave.
"What now?" Eliza asked, sounding quite bored.
"We wait."
Half an hour passed and Eliza grew tired of waiting.
"This is soooooo boring!" She moaned, banging her head on the headstone.
"90% of the slaying game is waiting." Spike replied callously.
"Couldn't you have told me that 90% ago?"
"Shut up," Spike said, hearing a disturbance in the ground. "It's rising."
Spike and Eliza stood, waiting anxiously for it to arise. First a hand punched through the freshly spilt dirt. Then another hand after that. Growling was heard echoed across the graveyard. The fledgling was hungry.
Spike looked at Eliza. "It's about power -- who's got it, who knows how to use it. So... who's got the power, Eliza?"
She shrugged. "Well I've got the stake."
"The stake is not the power." Spike said, shaking his head.
"But, he's new. He doesn't know his strength. He might not know all those fancy martial arts skills they inevitably seem to pick up."
Spike groaned.
Out from the ground popped a head. The monster then pulled himself out from the grave. He was halfway out until about his waist. The black- haired vampire tugged a bit, obviously having a conflict with his coffin. He growled and was very frustrated.
"He's a vampire, okay? Demon, preternaturally strong, skilled with powers no human could possibly ever-" Spike was cut off from the vampire's voice.
"Excuse me, I think I'm stuck." The vampire said with an innocent voice. There wasn't even a hint of hatred.
"You're stuck?" Spike asked disgustedly.
"My foot's caught on a root or something. I don't even know how I got down there. If you guys could give me a hand..."
"So he's got the power?" Eliza looked up at Spike smiling, quite amused.
"Shut up." Spike was still confused, amazed and confused some more. "You know what?" Spike said, pointing at the vampire. "You really really give us a bad name. How the bloody hell could you get stuck?! You are a bloody moron you know that? How daft does one have to be.." He threw his hands up in the air. "Gahh!!" He grunted. Eliza laughed. "You shut up missy. I'm baffled, I seriously am. I'm confused and amazed and.and.and.you completely ruined my lesson for the slayer. I'm so ashamed." He shook his head.
Eliza went up to the vampire, stood face to face and grabbed the stake. The vampire growled. "I will slit your throat and bathe in your blood."
Eliza laughed. "I seriously doubt that." She dusted him, quick and easy.
"I hope you learned something." Spike said, his voice low.
"Yes. He has the power." Eliza laughed.
"No. That you never know what to expect. Don't be expecting that. But.I'm really ashamed.I'm going to go.stake myself or something. Here endith the lesson." He turned around with his duster sweeping back behind him.
Eliza caught up with him. "What are you doing?" He asked, quite annoyed.
"I want to hang out with you. See where you live. Check out your crib."
"I'm going to say no and pretend I didn't here you use the word 'crib.'"
"Oh come on Spikey, I don't want to spend anymore time with that stuffy Darcy."
"So you want to spend time with a cold-blooded killer like myself."
Eliza broke up into fits of giggles.
"What's so bloody funny?!"
"You..Evil?!"
"Well I used to be. But now I'm neutered."
"Well the good dogs don't bite. You don't have the chip anymore."
"I never told you that. How did you know."
She shrugged. "I sensed it. So where do ya live?"
Spike sighed. "This way." He said, pointing down the street of Revello Drive.
Thank you for all the reviews!! I really hope you like this story!! This is my first fan-fic that I made a promise to myself to finish!! I really like how this is going. BARE WITH ME!!! KEEP REVIEWING!!! PS. Special thanks to Nyades Road Ghost!!
Night falls, I fall
And where were you?
And where were you?
Warm skin, Wolf grin
And where were you?
I fell into the moon
And it covered you in blue
I fell into the moon
Can I make it right?
Can I spend the night?
High tide, Inside
The air is dew
And where were you?
While I,I died
And where were you?
I crawled out of the world
And you said I shouldn't stay
I crawled out of the world
Can I make it right?
Can I spend the night/Alone?
Blue By Angie Hart (co-writer: Joss Wheddon)
Spike prowled the graveyard like a lion on the hunt. His moves were smooth and silent. With every step he took, it was reeking with vengeance and danger. He heard a twig snap and froze in his place. Slowly, the vampire turned his head to listen. Another snap. Spike let out a deep growl and turned quickly behind and pounced on his prey, attacking like a wild beast. This fight was for Buffy. Every fight was for Buffy.
He pinned the evil monster and raised his fist, preparing to give a hard blow to the vampire's head. As Spike's fist swooped down, the creature rolled off to the side, swinging it's leg around Spike's torso and straddling him.
The moonlight glowed across the two figures dancing in the darkness. Spike saw blonde hair, pulled back into a messy ponytail. The fair skinned girl looked at him with a corrupt look on her face. The perversion faded from her face and a frown appeared in it's place.
"Slayer, what the bloody hell are you doing here?" Spike asked, pretending he didn't notice her moment of arousal.
"Gee Spike, it's kind of my job." Eliza said sarcastically.
"But you haven't been properly trained yet. You could get hurt."
"Uhh well what were you doing here?"
"Gee Slayer, I kind of do this every night." Spike said, mocking Eliza's tone.
"Well you could get hurt, considering I almost kicked your ass and I pinned you."
"Don't get cocky. Yeah you're good for someone who just found out what slayers and vampires are, but your form was completely filled with faults. You were way too noisy when you approached me and you hesitated to pin me..which by the way, you're still on me. Breathing becoming an issue."
"Too bad you don't breathe." Eliza said, rolling her eyes and getting up. She dusted herself off.
"Alright, you want to learn to become a Slayer? Here goes for our first field lesson."
"Yeah I kind of already am a Slayer."
"Shut up."
She saluted him. "Yes sir." She said, mouth dripping with disdain. Eliza didn't know why she was being so sour to Spike. Something about him, just rubbed her the wrong way. In the gorgeous, sexy, manly sense about it.
Spike rolled his eyes at her comment. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't hide his small smile. He liked arguing with her. It was kind of fun.
"What are you smiling at?" Eliza asked, with one eyebrow raised.
"Fresh grave." Spike replied, pointing to the grave he just saw.
They walked over to the headstone. They sat on the ground leaning their backs against the headstone across from the fresh grave.
"What now?" Eliza asked, sounding quite bored.
"We wait."
Half an hour passed and Eliza grew tired of waiting.
"This is soooooo boring!" She moaned, banging her head on the headstone.
"90% of the slaying game is waiting." Spike replied callously.
"Couldn't you have told me that 90% ago?"
"Shut up," Spike said, hearing a disturbance in the ground. "It's rising."
Spike and Eliza stood, waiting anxiously for it to arise. First a hand punched through the freshly spilt dirt. Then another hand after that. Growling was heard echoed across the graveyard. The fledgling was hungry.
Spike looked at Eliza. "It's about power -- who's got it, who knows how to use it. So... who's got the power, Eliza?"
She shrugged. "Well I've got the stake."
"The stake is not the power." Spike said, shaking his head.
"But, he's new. He doesn't know his strength. He might not know all those fancy martial arts skills they inevitably seem to pick up."
Spike groaned.
Out from the ground popped a head. The monster then pulled himself out from the grave. He was halfway out until about his waist. The black- haired vampire tugged a bit, obviously having a conflict with his coffin. He growled and was very frustrated.
"He's a vampire, okay? Demon, preternaturally strong, skilled with powers no human could possibly ever-" Spike was cut off from the vampire's voice.
"Excuse me, I think I'm stuck." The vampire said with an innocent voice. There wasn't even a hint of hatred.
"You're stuck?" Spike asked disgustedly.
"My foot's caught on a root or something. I don't even know how I got down there. If you guys could give me a hand..."
"So he's got the power?" Eliza looked up at Spike smiling, quite amused.
"Shut up." Spike was still confused, amazed and confused some more. "You know what?" Spike said, pointing at the vampire. "You really really give us a bad name. How the bloody hell could you get stuck?! You are a bloody moron you know that? How daft does one have to be.." He threw his hands up in the air. "Gahh!!" He grunted. Eliza laughed. "You shut up missy. I'm baffled, I seriously am. I'm confused and amazed and.and.and.you completely ruined my lesson for the slayer. I'm so ashamed." He shook his head.
Eliza went up to the vampire, stood face to face and grabbed the stake. The vampire growled. "I will slit your throat and bathe in your blood."
Eliza laughed. "I seriously doubt that." She dusted him, quick and easy.
"I hope you learned something." Spike said, his voice low.
"Yes. He has the power." Eliza laughed.
"No. That you never know what to expect. Don't be expecting that. But.I'm really ashamed.I'm going to go.stake myself or something. Here endith the lesson." He turned around with his duster sweeping back behind him.
Eliza caught up with him. "What are you doing?" He asked, quite annoyed.
"I want to hang out with you. See where you live. Check out your crib."
"I'm going to say no and pretend I didn't here you use the word 'crib.'"
"Oh come on Spikey, I don't want to spend anymore time with that stuffy Darcy."
"So you want to spend time with a cold-blooded killer like myself."
Eliza broke up into fits of giggles.
"What's so bloody funny?!"
"You..Evil?!"
"Well I used to be. But now I'm neutered."
"Well the good dogs don't bite. You don't have the chip anymore."
"I never told you that. How did you know."
She shrugged. "I sensed it. So where do ya live?"
Spike sighed. "This way." He said, pointing down the street of Revello Drive.