Story Title: Chosen Bonds

Chapter Title: Chapter One

Crossover: Power Ranger/Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Author: BashfulC

Pairings: Spike/Kim, Jason/Emily, Adam/Willow, Tommy/Kat,

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: Power Rangers are owned by Hamm Saban and Buffy is owned by Joss Wheden

Spoilers: C2D for Power Rangers and Series Finale for Buffy

Summary: When a vacation causes Kimberly to meet Spike, things happen.

Author Notes: Hey everyone. This is my first BtVS/PR ficcy. It isn't a challenge, its just as silly idea that came into my head a couple hours ago. Originally, I meant it to be only one chappy but I don't think that's gonna happen. Hope you like.

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Chosen Bonds

By BashfulC

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Spike AKA William the Bloody was depressed and drinking. Slutty had rejected him, even with a soul. And that Principal was one annoying twit. He had to get away from Sunnyhell so he had left, promising the slayer he'd be back. So here he was, sitting in a club, in Miami, Florida, trying to completely trash himself. It was taking all his concentration to ignore the thriving bodies, pulsating plasma, and, in some cases, completely orgasmic blood bags on the dance floor. Yeah, later he would probably be feeding from a few (unlike his grand sire, he couldn't give that up!), but right now it was damn distracting. Suddenly, a new feeling overtook the crowd and despite his pity party, he turned to see what was causing so many of the men to go nuts and so many of the women to go from happy to pist in a split second.

That's when he first saw her. She was gorgeous, in an athletic-I-can- kick-your-ass-so-you-best-be-nice-sort of way. Waist length caramel brown hair with black streaks caressed her shoulders and back. Her eyes were closed with a peaceful look gracing her angelic features as she swayed to the music. She was short, maybe even shorter than Slutty. Taking a sip of his vodka, he checked out her attire.

She was wearing black leather low riders with a dark pink halter top that stopped just below the curve of her breasts. He could see a glint of gold on her tight stomach and it took him a moment to realize it was a belly piercing. She turned slightly, letting him glimpse the dark markings of a tattoo on the small of her back as well as a perfect glance at her perfect curves. On her wrists were a small watch, a tight piece of black leather, and a diamond bracelet that twinkled in the light. She had three rings on each finger, not one of them a wedding or engagement band. Checking out her face, he saw only the smallest amount of makeup, eyeliner and lip-gloss. Obviously this woman was a sight to see. Her nose had a small diamond stud, and, when she opened to her mouth to sigh, he could see the faint glint of a barbell.

Suddenly, as if sensing she was seriously being watched, she opened her eyes and immediately locked with his ice blue eyes. Her eyes were the deepest doe brown eyes he had ever seen. She was still dancing, and he could feel a familiar tightening in his nether regions. Cursing his body, yet at the same time thanking profusely for something to distract him from the Slayer, he watched as she slowly smirked. He gave an evil grin, lifted his glass to her in a mock salute, and then emptied the rest in one gulp. Ignoring the burning sensation in his throat, he tossed a few dollars on the bar and headed out.

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Kimberly was having the time of her life. She had just graduated from UCF with a Ph. D in business and a degree in Mystic History. As a gift to herself, she had driven from Orlando to Miami for one week of fun. All week she had been shopping, hanging at the beach, shopping, going to plays, shopping, dancing all night long at twenty-one and over bars, oh and did she mention shopping? It was a good thing she had drove to Miami, she'd never get all the bags on a plane.

It was her last night in town and she had gone to the hottest night spot in town, according to the hotel manager. She stifled a laugh as she thought of the poor man. He had nearly broken his neck ten times in the last week trying to keep her happy. Ever since she had swept the Pan Global games she had become something of a celebrity, people went completely out of there way to please her. She shook her head, emptying the vodka she had been drinking and slithered onto the dance floor. As she lost herself to the music, her mind drifted back to the conversation she had had with Jason that morning.

Tommy and Katherine were gonna tie the knot and had asked Jason to get a hold of her, since him and Adam were the only ones who had kept in touch. She was slightly pissed off that they had never bothered to contact her before, and now, for there wedding, they wanted her to be a Matron of Honor. At the same time, she was ecstatic. She liked the fact they still cared enough to invite her and have her in the ceremony.

Of course, she knew she had changed and was slightly worried what they'd think. The girls back at the dorm had called her Vixen because she had become such a flirt and had developed a don't-mess-with-me attitude. Gone were the frilly pink blouses and cute preppy shorts and skirts. In there place were leather, silk, and more leather. Her look was mixture of bad ass and punk brat. She doubted anyone from AG would recognize her in a room full of people.

Coming back to the present, she sensed the familiar tugging she had long since associated with AG and the man on the moon (as she liked to call Zedd). She was being watched. Cracking her eyes open, she looked across the room and immediately locked eyes with a man who looked about twenty however she could sense something was off with the guy. He had a pair of extremely tight looking black leather pants, a blood red silk shirt, and a long black duster. His platinum blond hair was slicked back but what really caught her attention were his eyes. Ice blue that just sparkled with the bad vibe she had tried staying away from ever since Craig. He also looked like she probably had once she found out the truth about Craig. Here was a guy who had more than likely come to drown himself in his sorrows; probably over a chick. Though, how anyone would ignore a fine specimen like him was beyond her.

He was staring at her with a glazed over look that she was sure wasn't from the drink he had in his hand. Discreetly glancing below, she allowed herself a small smirk. He was hot and bothered over little ole her. She watched lazily as he lifted his glass in a mock salute, emptied the nearly full glass in one gulp (and shocking the bartender in the process), threw cash on the bar and headed out. She watched him for a few minutes, debating whether or not to follow. Feeling someone pinch her butt, she grimaced and headed towards the exit.

After all, there was only so much one girl could handle.

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Spike was leaning against the wall, lighting a cigarette when she finally walked out. She had a black suede jacket thrown over her shoulder and she was rummaging through her purse. She had one cigarette behind her ear and she was muttering under her breath. A normal person wouldn't have heard a word she said but he wasn't normal.

"Where the hell is my lighter? I know I had it when I came in, so where'd it go?" She gave a strangled shriek before looking up. He saw her eyes go from his face to his cig, then back to his face.

"Can I have a light?" Spike smirked. Throwing his lighter, he raised an eyebrow when he noticed she had swiftly caught it in her hands. Lighting the cigarette, she tossed the lighter back to him. She smirked when he barely caught it. She had started smoking during her relationship with Craig. She was trying to quit, but so far she had no luck. She took a long drag, and ignoring him, started walking away. A few minutes later, she felt the man walking beside her. Glancing at him, she smirked.

"So do you have a name?" She asked softly.

"Spike. An' you?" He smirked. She leaned up to whisper softly in his ear; she barely reached.

"I go by many names; however you can call me Vixen." Spike inwardly grinned. He liked this chit. She had sass. He was seriously rethinking his plans to feed and then kill her. He just might turn her. She'd be fun that was for sure. And it would annoy the hell outta The Great Poof.

"Well, then, how old are you, lass. I wouldn't want to corrupt a minor." He asked. She shivered. His voice was like water, smooth and silky. She hadn't felt this attracted to a guy in a long time. Somewhere in the back of her head, warning bells were going off, but she ignored them.

"Oh don't worry. After all I've seen, you couldn't possibly corrupt me. But if it helps any, I just graduated from UCF." She told him with an evil smirk. She hadn't given him the info he wanted, yet she hadn't full out denied him any info either.

Damn. Vague, yet informative. The girl was good, no doubt about it. She had a way about her that dragged you in, and then pushed you back out. He could seriously see men getting addicted to her. He gave her an appraising look. They started chatting about this and that, her giving him vague answers to his questions, him in turn giving her blunt and to the point responses to hers. In no time at all, she was standing in front of her hotel room. She turned to look up at the man who had walked her home. She sighed. + From her Mystic History classes, she knew exactly what he was. A vampire. If she had to guess, she would say he was William the Bloody, part of the infamous Scourge of Europe. They had spent an entire semester on Darla, Angelus, Spike, and Drusilla; she felt like she knew the guy inside out. Of course she hadn't mentioned she knew who he was. She, at least, wanted the upper hand. She stood staring up at the handsome (and evil, her mind warned her) vampire, debating whether or not to let him in.

One of the first things she had done when she had gotten to the hotel was place an invite spell on her room. Even though nearly all the other students hadn't believed that any of it was real, she had seen the look in the Professor's eyes when he spoke of the creatures. She had commented on it and eventually found herself in a little Creature of the Night Discussion group. She had eventually met a vamp, but after years of fighting putties and tenga's in AG, he hadn't stood a chance.

Unfortunately the choice of whether or not to have some fun, (after all she was a grown woman and she had needs, no matter what anyone said) Spike had her pinned against the wall and was thoroughly ravishing her mouth. Wrapping her arms against his neck, she kissed him right back.

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Spike had had enough. As he stood there, watching the little chit debate something in her head, he had grown needs. The part of him that was his soul disapproved, but he swiftly pinned her against the wall and proceeded to kiss the pixie that had caught his attention. She didn't seem to mind, his mind processed as she slipped her arm around his neck. He worried for a few minutes that she would notice the lack of a pulse, but shrugged the thought away. She started squirming and he realized that she needed to breathe. Nipping at her lips, he rested his forehead against hers, waiting for her to get some oxygen in her lungs.

"We should take this inside." he said softly, not taking his eyes from hers. She smirked. He could sense her going for the door knob and was shocked when she slipped out of his grasp and into the room. He was even more shocked that when he tried to enter; he couldn't. He scowled. This was a public building; he should be able to go in without an invite. Something made him look and his jaw locked. The bit was leaning against the open door and was smirking at him!

"Having a little problem, William?" She stifled a laugh as his eyes went wide.

"What the hell?!" She snorted.

"Anytime I sleep in a public place such as a dorm or a hotel, I always perform a little spell to keep the big baddies away." Seeing his angry glare, she rolled her eyes.

"Didn't you get the hint when I mentioned my major in college? I'll let you in on one condition: You bite, you dust. Got it?" She asked him. He growled.

"And what if I say okay and then bite you anyway? What makes you think you could fight me?" He practically ground out. Oh he was pissed! The little bit had been fucking with him and not in the pleasurable way either.

"Do you know Marrin? I believe you and the Scourge made a semi-alliance with him several years ago. Well, the dust's probably not there any more, but a couple weeks ago I saw him go 'poof!'" She smirked at his slack jawed expression.

Looking into her eyes, he could tell she wasn't lying. Marrin had been one of the biggest bads around. He had even beat Angelus and Darla when he had been wounded by a watcher. He had heard on the underground that he had finally met his match. And his pixie had dusted him! Wait-when did he start thinking of her as his?

"Fine. I won't bite, unless you say so." He told her, trying-and failing miserably-not to beg. He had had a bad night, no feeding, no drowning in self pity, and worst of all, no sex! She smirked.

"Very well then. Come on in Spike." Spike practically threw himself at her. Unfortunately for him, he landed on the ground; she had expertly jumped aside. Grinning at the enraged vamp, she blew him a kiss. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the sensible old school Kim was going crazy, but she ignored it. He snarled and rushed after her. Using all the years of gymnastics and martial arts to use, she jumped away from him, always just barely out of his grasp. Finally, she jumped on the bed and he tackled her. Sprawled out on top of his prey, Spike nuzzled her neck.

"It's not a good idea to play with a vampire, luv." He warned her, before he found her mouth. His tongue touched her lips, which she slowly opened. He pushed his tongue in and found hers. The two battled while Spike slipped one hand under her body to press her close to him and ran the other through her silky brown hair. Likewise, Kimberly wrapped her arms around his neck, playing with his slightly tousled hair.

When the need for air finally prevailed, they separated. Gazing into his eyes, she ran her hands down his stomach. It had been a long time. The first and last times had both been with Tommy. She was proud of the fact she had never slept with Craig, she wouldn't have been able to stand it. Shaking thoughts of her demented ex out of her head, she slowly pushed his duster off his shoulders.

As the passion between them climaxed, she bent her head to the side and nodded ever so slightly. She had no clue what she was doing, just that it felt right somehow. He swiftly changed and slowly pierced her neck. Just at that moment, they both climaxed as he drank from her. When it was over, he changed back into his human face and slowly licked the wound clean.

Once done, he noticed she had fallen asleep. It wasn't unusual, the loss of blood usually made people very, very sleepy. Sighing, he got up and closed the curtains all the way, thankful that her window didn't face the rising sun. After making sure he wouldn't fry, he went and stretched next to Kim. He swiftly fell asleep with his little Vixen held firmly in his arms. Neither realized just what had happened. Spike had no idea what type of bite he had just made. It had been done in the heat of passion, but neither would ever regret it.

Spike had done the unthinkable. He had marked Kimberly-a human-as his own.

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Across the country a seemingly young man with dark brown hair, pale skin and dark brown eyes snapped to attention as something rippled through him. Another young man looked up from the ancient tome he had been reading to give the well known vampire a puzzled frown.

"What is it?" Five others looked up at this. Paying them no heed, he looked towards the east.

"Spike, what the hell have you done now?" Angel, formerly known as Angelus, muttered under his nonexistent breath.

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Several miles away from Angel, a young red head was startled out of her thoughts as something seemed to ripple through the room. Taking stock that no one else seemed to notice the ripple, she slowly calmed to connect herself with the tree outside the Summers home. Once the tree acknowledged her, she felt around, trying to figure out what was going on. What she found made her gasp out loud and lose her connection. Panting, she bit her lip, trying to sort through everything.

Once she had joined the coven in England after her Big Bad episode, she had found out a lot about magic. One thing was that when a vampire who you've had a personal experience with does something mystical, you can feel it. They said the two who would be strongest connected to her would be Angel and Spike. She never realized how big that connection would be until now.

"Hey? You okay, Wills? Willow? WILLOW!" Buffy shouted, startling Willow from her musings.

"Huh? Oh y-yeah. Fine. I just, found something out?" She asked. Buffy gave her a funny look.

"Well? Care to share your thoughts with the class, Wills?" Xander asked from his perch on the couch.

"Um.remember when I told you I could feel things now? Because of my control the coven taught me?" They nodded. She bit her lip.

"I just felt something and I concentrated on the tree outside and found out that a vamp close to me just marked someone as his own, and Angel's pist. Spike's in Miami and he's uh post orgasmic and he bit a girl, marking her as his own. Basically there mates for life now, I can feel her, she's half awake and is confused about why she feels so different-" Xander walked over and clamped a hand over her mouth. Buffy gave her a small, confused smile.

"As much as I'm ecstatic seeing the babbling Willow, I think I speak for all present when I say, 'huh?'" Buffy murmured. Kennedy and Faith both snickered but were silenced with a look. Willow took a deep breath.

"Spike is in Miami and just had sex." She blushed. "He bit her-with her permission." She added hastily. Buffy frowned, Kennedy looked puzzled, and Faith looked impressed. Willow bit her lip.

"He-he did something really stupid. See, when a vampire marks another vamp as his, it creates a bond that can only be broken by one of them going 'poof'. They can feel each others thoughts, feel each others emotions. However, when a vamp marks a regular human as his, it makes the marked immortal. They cannot be seriously wounded unless you cut off their heads or the vamp that marked them is dust. That's literally the only two ways they can die. Their not dead, sunlight, crosses, holy water, the whole enchilada don't bother them. Oh! They do have enhanced strength, sight, hearing, and instincts. They've also been known, the ones on record anyway, to possess immunity to outside magic." Willow finished. Buffy swallowed and Faith and Kennedy were trying to sort it out.

"So this chick is now immortal because Fang marked her? How exactly does that happen?" Faith asked. Willow blushed.

"At the height of an orgasm, he bit her then licked her wound clean, which puts his saliva, not blood, in her body. It's like being semi-turned. You're not a vamp, you don't have a demon, you still have your soul, and none of the vamp problems affect you. You're just immortal for as long as your mate is and have some of there more interesting strengths." she explained. Buffy bit her lip.

"So no slaying of the girl?" she asked. Willow nodded. Buffy breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good. I wasn't really looking forward to having to kill Spike's new girlfriend when we already have the First to deal with." Buffy told them. Faith chuckled.

"Let's see, I think Spike and his new girl will be coming soon. Right after they call to find out what happened." Willow grinned just as the phone rang. The girls looked at her, shocked. She shrugged.

"I'm good." She said flippantly.

Faith rolled her eyes and picked up the phone. "Hey Spike. Here's B."

Buffy took the phone, sighing. "Spike?"

"How did you know it was me?" he asked, confused. Buffy smirked.

"Lets just say I know a little witch with connections." She told him.

Spike nodded, "Red then. Alright, then she knows what happened?" he asked, glancing at the pacing vixen. Kimberly was mumbling incoherently under her breath and didn't seem to notice she was still in the nude.

"Mhmm. So, do *you* know what you did?" she asked, amused. Spike growled, causing Kimberly to turn and raise an eyebrow at him. Unfortunately for him, it also reminded her about the draft.

Buffy snickered when she heard a muffled yelp and then the sound of a door slamming.

"What are you laughing about slutty?" Spike sneered. Buffy rolled her eyes at Willow, Kennedy, and Faith, all of whom were listening in on an extension.

"I take it your girlfriend just realized something?" She teased. Spike frowned just as Kim came back out, more composed now that she had a pair of leather pants and a halter top that stopped just below her breasts. He smirked as she blushed. She sat down at the table and started brushing her hair.

"Spike? You there?" he heard Buffy ask. Kimberly head snapped up. She gave him a puzzled look. He smiled crookedly.

"It's Buffy, the current slayer, or, one of them anyway." Kim tilted her head.

"Does she know what happened?" she asked softly. Spike nodded.

"I marked you. We've bonded." Kim went pale.

"Oh shit." Spike, Buffy, Faith, Willow, and Kennedy all chuckled. Kim glared at him. She stood up and snatched the phone out of his hands.

"Hello, this is Kimberly Hart. I take it this is Buffy Summers? The twice risen slayer?" she asked, scooting onto the bed. In Sunnydale, Buffy blinked.

"How did you know about that?" she asked suspiciously. Kimberly sighed and kicked her backpack.

"I minored in Mystic History at UCF. I know about the Scourge and all that. We spent an entire year on the slayer. The professor never mentioned names in class but I joined a study group called Creature of the Night. That's when I learned your, uh, colorful history." She explained, messing with the bed comforter.

"Oh." Buffy would have said something more but Willow spoke up.

"Um, hi? I'm Willow, one of Buffy's friends. Did you by any chance learn anything about The First in that class?" she asked tentively. Kimberly paled.

"Oh please don't tell me she's risen?" she meant it to be a statement but it came out a question. Four different sighs responded.

"I'll take that as a yes." Kimberly murmured. She quickly ran threw a list of things to do in her head, absently slapping Spike's arm from her breast.

"Okay, Spike and I will be heading to Orlando tonight to pack some of my belongings, to tell Maria to make emergency preparations for guests, get a hold of Professor Sanchez, and then we'll come to Sunnydale. It'll take two days. See ya then!" she chirped before hanging up. Spike chuckled.

"What exactly do you plan on doing?" Spike asked. Kim started picking up clothes so Spike went to the closet and pulled out her luggage. Kimberly hastily stuffed the suitcases while Spike tried to get her to open up.

"Fine! While I try and convince Sanchez to let me have access to his books on The First, you my dearly departed bond-mate will be getting any info on the underground you can. Once our mission's are accomplished, we'll head to Sunnydale on a night flight. And before you even say it, I know I sound like an army brat. Comes with having a naturally commanding best friend." she commented absently.

Spike frowned. "And what would this best friends name be?"

Kimberly froze. Slowly she turned around. "Oh you are so not doing this! I did not ask to be marked. I could so do with the not being marked. Well, yes it's cool but that's beside the point. The problem right now is that you're jealous of a guy who is married and has never had any romantic feelings toward me in the twenty-three years we've known each other. And what's with guys and jealously? I mean, live guys, dead guys, what's the differan-"

Spike smashed his lips down on hers, effectively cutting off Kimberly's rant. From around his lips, Kimberly tried-and failed-to remind him of the impending disaster on the horizon.

"Spi-Buf-The Fir--nee--get--aw the hell with it!" she gave up.

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"Where are they? I mean, you said she said they'd be here yesterday. What if something happened to them?" Dawn fretted. Willow smiled gently.

"Dawn, I'm sure they'll be here soon." Just at that moment, headlights shined into the crowded room. Vi, Rona, Amanda, and Shannon looked up from the books they were rummaging through. Buffy poked her head in from the kitchen; Xander looked up, the patch on his eye dark blue. Anya looked up and whispered---loudly.

"Is that Spike and his new orgasm friend?" Faith chuckled.

"I knew there was a reason I liked her." She murmured as she stood up, the shouting voices outside catching everyone's attention.

"It wasn't my bloody fault! You should've stopped!" Spike yelled. Buffy flung open the door just as a young woman spun around and slapped Spike upside the head. Buffy and Faith grinned at each other.

"I could get to like her." Buffy murmured bemused. Faith snickered.

"I tried but someone was sticking his tongue down my throat! Sorta makes it hard to talk!" she accused. Spike rubbed the back of his head.

"Bloody hell, Vixie! Stop doing that!" he winced. Kimberly threw him a look before rolling her eyes and turning to the group in the doorway.

"Hi! We would've been here when I said we would if someone hadn't gotten frisky and impatient. I got as many books from Sanchez on the First as I could and can we come in because I can see at least four vamp's watching us." Kimberly pointed out flippantly. The short blond who Kim knew as Buffy blinked as she frowned at the vamps watching the house. The redhead hesitantly raised a hand but before she could do anything, Kim held a hand up.

"Hold on! The First can control any form of magic. I was able to get this." she handed a ring to the startled redhead.

"It helps as a mystical block against The First. Sanchez was very hesitant to give it up. I finally had to explain that the First had risen and I was going to fight it. Then, he got all overprotective and I had to kick him away so I could get out of his home." she huffed as she pulled Spike inside, watching Willow out of the corner of her eye. She had placed the ring on and had dusted the vamps with a lazy wave of her hand. The group moved inside and Kimberly got her first look at all the girls. She blinked.

"Okay, Dearly Departed over there told me this place had become potential HQ but this is ridicules. How many peeps do you have living here?" she asked Buffy. Buffy shrugged.

"About fifty potentials, the Scooby gang, Robin, Andrew, and Spike. And now you." Buffy quickly counted. Kim nodded.

"And the Scooby gang would be who?" she asked. An older man with graying hair and in crucial need of a tweed less makeover stood up.

"That would be Buffy, Willow, Xander, Faith, Dawn, Anya and myself, Rupert Giles. And would you be Kimberly Hart, the young woman who swept the Pan Global Games six months ago?" Kimberly gave a wry smile.

"I see my rep has already gotten to the West coast. I really need to fix that." she muttered. Buffy gave her and Giles a puzzled look.

"Giles, what are you talking about?" Giles glanced at Xander who glared at him.

"I, uh, talked Giles into watching the games with me." he blushed. Anya frowned.

"And why would you want to watch some gymnastics competition, Xander? Was it because of the girls--" Buffy cut in.

"Okay, that explains it. Well, why don't we get you a place to sleep." Spike raised an eyebrow.

"Actually, Slayer, Vixie will be staying with me. So, I'll show her down." Kim slapped him lightly on the arm.

"Be nice." She chided. Buffy stifled a laugh as Kim and Spike walked down to the basement, bickering like a married couple. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Giles shaking his head.

"Don't even start Giles. It's obvious she knows what she's doing; I trust them both." She put special emphasis on the word 'both.' Giles glared.

"You barely know the girl!" he argued. Buffy gave him a withering look.

"She brought that ring for Wills. She didn't ask about Xander. You can tell just by looking at her that she can fight. She'll be a good asset to the group." Faith looked up.

"Actually G-Man, B's right. I mean, she can help us prepare the girls to fight." Faith defended the girl. Giles glared at her and Robin stood up. Andrew raised a hand. Everyone looked at him in distaste.

"How about Buffy or Faith fight Kimberly and then see how well she does fight? I could even film it." he asked. Giles frowned. Faith and Buffy shrugged.

"Wouldn't hurt; it show us how well she can fight. But no filming." Buffy reprimanded him. Andrew pouted.

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"I don't think that British guy likes me." Kimberly mentioned as she snuggled into Spike's arms later that day. Spike chuckled.

"Don't take offence; the Wanker doesn't like anyone who shows up his Slayer. Doesn't much like me or Faith either." Kim frowned and turned around.

"As a watcher, I can see why he wouldn't like you. But what does he have against Faith? She's seems nice." Spike nuzzled her neck.

Kim sighed. "Spike" she warned.

The a for mentioned vampire sighed. "Faith is a slayer. She went evil a couple years back and was just recently busted from the LA women's prison to help Peaches and the Fang Gang. Wills brought her back to Sunnyhell when she was called to help restore the Poof's soul. Again."

Kimberly bit her lip. The hatred for Angel was obvious. She was going to have to do something about that. She snuggled against him and closed her eyes.

Hours later she opened her eyes to see Trini standing in front of the bed, watching her and Spike with distaste. Kimberly shot up like a cannon. Trini took a step back with a soft smile on her face.

"The enemy Kim. You're with the enemy. I can't believe it." Kim stared at her warily.

"You're not Trini. Tri died in a car accident nearly two years ago. You're The First." she tried to convince herself. The vision was so real.

"But I know Trini. She would be so disappointed. Sleeping with an evil creature." Kim glared, trembling as she looked into her dead friends face.

"You're wrong. Trini would've understood. She would have backed me up one hundred percent. And Spike's not evil." She declared. Behind her, she didn't hear Spike wake up.

"But of course he is. He's a vampire. No matter what you say, he'll always be a vampire. And every creature of the night, including your precious William, has a little bit of me in them. So did Maligore." Kim went white. Spike sat up and watched the conversation with interest and hatred in his eyes; interest for the conversation and hatred for the being arguing with his Vixen. Something kept him back though. He wanted to know where this was going, who the chit was.

Kim shook her head. "Doesn't mean a thing."

The First smiled, making her look unbelievably odd. Trini never would have smiled like that.

"Maligore twisted you. Or do you not remember? How the evil flowed through your veins. That was me. You nearly killed Katherine. You wanted to. I didn't make you. You wanted to kill her. And the others. Evil will always win, Kimberly. And you know it." Kimberly smiled bitterly.

"First of all, good will always triumph over evil scum like you. And second, may I remind you, I didn't want to become evil; Jason and I were sacrificed to some monster with the munchies because his evil pirate slut fiancée thought we were 'beings of purity and strength.'" she seethed. The First smiled at her then disappeared. Kimberly trembled and collapsed on the floor, sobbing. Spike slipped out of bed and wrapped her in his arms.

"She gets to the best of us, Love. It was only a matter of time before she got to you. Who was she?" Giles, Buffy, Dawn, Xander, and Faith stepped down into the basement.

"You were sacrificed?" Dawn squeaked in awe. "And I thought Glory was bad."

"Monster with the munchies?" Xander asked, glancing at Spike.

"Evil pirate slut fiancée?" Faith looked bemused.

"Beings of purity and strength?" Giles asked, wiping his glasses cleaned.

"What the hell was she talking about?!" Buffy asked, folding her arms, a frown on her face. Kimberly gave a strangled laugh.

"Have you ever heard of the Power Rangers?"