I saw the Slayer Kissing Santa Claus Disclaimer: I own nothing. The slayer world belongs to Joss. Although I wouldn't mind owning it. Ha Ha

Onward: This is like the Santa Claus only instead of Tim Allen turning into Santa Claus it's our hotty vampire, Spike.

Chapter 1
Coolness breezed into the graveyard as Buffy, the daring Slayer, walks passed the piling graves around looking for a fresh killing. Her senses are awakened and alert, but then her body is thrown back as a nasty demon who jumps at the chance to attack the lonesome slayer. She jumps up with that sly grin on her face, "Wow and I thought it was going to be a boring night."
She fakes left and hits with her right. She throws him back a few feet, but then he's back up in her face. She blocks a high shot with left forearm, she moves with grace as she knocks the demon face on the ground. She disables him by breaking his arm.
"So whada want? I'm sure you didn't come out here just to get your ass kicked by the chosen one, did ya." Pow, boom, and the slayer falls to the ground. The demon takes her stake and presses all his weight on top of her. She wails, out of breath, it comes out like a large breath.
The demon is thrown off of her as Spike beats him raging. Buffy jumps up doing her flippy thing. "Spike," she yells at him to give him a heads up. Spike pushes the demon down to the hard cold ground.
"There you go," Spike yelled as Buff gave it a hard swing and the demon was no more. "One Kietzer demon, beheaded an' all." Buffy gave Spike a questioning look. "What!" he remarked.
"Why have you been helping me lately? It seems like the big bad has turned into the big goody. Do you think that if you help me enough you won't land yourself staked?" She asked her brown eyes piercing into Spike's own blue eyes. Spike stuttered for an answer, b/c it's obvious that he couldn't tell her the truth, which was that he loved her. They had been over that bridge before and it was not one to go across again at least not now.
"I, um, wanted a spit of violence before I turn in for the morning. Christmas being tomorrow an' all; all this goody goody Christmas cheer makes me want to heave," Spike hoped that would be enough to throw her off the scent. It did.
"Fine, but urgh. I have to home soon for the annual opening gifts on Christmas eve. Go home Spike, you've done enough." Buffy said as she turned away sounding tired, Spike took notice of it, but was too glad that she was still unaware how he continually felt. Grumpling, he went home to his dark crypt.