Still don't own anything.  That is becoming a little monotonous after awhile.  Sorry this chapter took so long but I'm back at school and everything has been really busy!

Surprise Encounters

Buffy sighed as she readjusted her outfit, tugging vainly on the hem of her skirt.  She picked up her tray of food, wincing at the tightness of her shirt.

Yes, she sighed as she made her way through the restaurant, ignoring the stares of a few patrons.  I do have a job.  And I am able to make a living for myself.  But I just wish that the uniform wasn't so tight!

She found her table and quickly gave them their food, smiling sweetly at them and exchanging short words of conversation before walking back to the kitchen, rolling her eyes.

She glanced at the clock as she entered the kitchen, relief passing through her as she looked at the time.  Lunch was almost over and her break was coming up soon.  She glanced back in the restaurant, watching as patrons left and fewer people came in.  Looking around her section, she smiled a genuine smile as she saw that there were only two people there.

"Hey Buff!"

Buffy grimaced as she heard the high-pitched voice calling her name.  She smothered a sigh as she turned around, plastering a fake smile on her face.  "Hey Candy.  What's up?"

Walking over on four inch stripper heels, the hostess strolled over to Buffy, her bright red lips twisted in a smirk.  Buffy groaned inwardly at the smile, having seen it only a few other times though never directed at her.

"There's a hottie asking for you, sweets," Candy purred.  "I put him the back of your section – there's more privacy there."

She winked at Buffy before walking away, a few men at the bar watching her saunter towards the doors. 

Buffy sighed again, pushing Candy's comments to the back of her mind.  Yes, she definitely worked in a sleazy place.  She walked over to the booth in the back, not even looking up at her customer as she pulled out her pen and pad.

"What can I get you to drink?"

The man smirked, his silver blue eyes cold as they slowly traveled the length of her body.  "I don't know.  Got any fresh blood back there, Slayer?"

Buffy's eyes shot up in surprise and she dropped her pad to the floor.  She stared at him momentarily as she felt her slayer-sense tingling.  She silently cursed herself for not noticing it before – he wasn't the only vampire in the restaurant.

"What's the matter, Slayer?" Frost said.  "Cat got your tongue?"

Her hands clenched and her voice came out as a hiss.  "What are you doing here?"

He shrugged, leaning back against the back of the booth.  "Just decided to have a little visit with you, nothing more.  Why don't you sit down so we can talk a little?"

Buffy arched her eyebrow at him, her hand reaching behind her to grab the knife that was strapped to her back – it was thin enough that no one had ever noticed it, be it employee or patron.

"Don't even think about," he said, his voice taking on a menacing tone.  "One wrong move and my boys and I will take out everyone we can in this restaurant.  Do you want their innocent blood to stain your hands?"

Buffy looked around, cursing as she saw the faces staring at her.  She quickly calculated her odds, realizing that she could not take them all.  Slowly, she slid into the opposite side of the booth, crossing her arms across her chest.

"What do you want, Frost?" she asked, her voice cold.  "How did you get here?"

He smiled at her, letting his fangs show slightly.  "Daywalker didn't tell you?  With just a little ingenuity, we can be just like him.  Walk out in the sunlight."

Buffy stared at him for a moment, noticing that his skin had a slick look to it.  The answer dawned on her suddenly.  "Sunscreen.  You used fuckin' sunscreen."

"Language, Slayer," Deacon chastised.  "What kind of lady uses language like that?"

"Listen, Frost.  I'm not going to sit here and play your stupid games.  Tell me why you're here."

Frost sighed, shaking his head.  "Here I am, trying to have a decent conversation with you and you just throw all of my efforts right back at me.  I'm disappointed, Slayer.  I expected more from you.  I would think that Giles would have taught you better manners than that."

The look of shock and pain that appeared momentarily on her face was worth every penny.  He smirked as he saw the pain flash through her eyes before she blinked it away and leaned forward, eyes narrowed to slits, teeth clenched.

"Why are you here," she said, emphasizing each word, demanding an answer.

Frost leaned forward himself, staring directly into her eyes.  "I come here bearing an offer.  Because of your rescue, you ruined my plans.  You destroyed everything I had worked for."

"Tough shit," Buffy hissed.

Frost's smirk grew as he felt the anger radiating off of her.  "Usually, I don't let people off easily.  Especially those who ruin things for me.  But I'm feeling lenient today."

His voice grew softer, more menacing as he stared at her.  "I know everything about your past, Slayer.  I know about everyone you've loved, everything you've done…everyone you've done.  I know how to hurt you.  But I won't…if you take me up on my offer."

He paused, waiting for a reaction from her.  She didn't say anything and her expression didn't change.  He continued.

"Give me Blade.  I owe him one.  All you have to do is give me the Daywalker and we'll leave you alone forever."

Buffy laughed at him, rolling her eyes.  "This is your plan?  Try to scare me into doing what you want?  You've got a lot to learn about Slayers if you think that we're intimidated that easily.  I will never do what you want, Frost.  Never."

She started to stand up when suddenly, faster than she expected, he was on her side of the booth, trapping her in.  He held both of her wrists, impairing her from grabbing her weapon.  He leaned forward until their faces were merely a few inches apart.

"One last chance, Slayer," he whispered as he leaned close to her ear.  "One last chance to accept my offer.  If you don't…"


He let his voice trail off, letting her know the consequences.  She rolled her eyes and with a decent push, she pushed him out of her side of the booth and he stumbled back.  She grabbed her pad of paper from the floor and stood back up, staring him down.

"Watch your back, Frost," she said coolly.  "Because you never know when I'll be there."

With that she walked off, going back to the kitchen to grab the orders of her other patrons.  Frost watched her retreating back, smirking as she disappeared into the kitchen area.

This is going to be interesting, Frost thought to himself as he walked out, motioning for the other vampires to follow him.  It will be difficult to break her.  Possibly just as difficult to fight her.  But she will go down.  I'm sure of that.