Out of Order

Author: Richess a.k.a A.N.H. Richards

Email: richess78@hotmail.com

Summary: Buffy is on her summer vacation after the end of Season One and blonde vampire comes to the city to find the Slayer.  This is a complete reversal of season 2. 

Relationship: Spike/Buffy & Spike/Dru & Buffy/Angel.

Disclaimer: I own none of the character of BTVS but if you want to sue go right ahead so I can write book about my ordeal and get some real money :-) 

Note: Thanks to my beta's Wyrdin & Shippy.

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Part 3

Buffy was intrigued at all of the stories that Spike told of his time, even though ninety percent of them were about killing and maiming. What fascinated and frightened her the most was that Angel, the vampire that she had a crush on, when soulless was probably the most evil thing that walked the earth.  She shuddered at the thought of what might happen is the gypsy curse wore off.

Spike looked intently at the distant look she gave as he asked his final, "Why do you want to know all of this anyway?"

"Huh?" The Slayer replied shaking the fog out of her head. "Let me check you bandages."

"My hands are fine slayer.  You didn't answer the question.  Why do you want to know all of this stuff about Peaches?  You two couldn't possible be involved."  He smiled at the ridiculousness of how that sounded coming out of his mouth.  But then he remembered that he was in the Slayer's house, she was tending to his wounds, and he was in her bed even though innocently speaking. "So you have a thing for Peaches huh?"

"What? No!"

Buffy's unconvincing denial made him give a painfully laugh as his chest ached. "Figures."

"Huh? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Girls always have a thing for Angelus that is why they always get killed or tortured around him."  Spike tried to get up only to be pushed down by strong tiny hands.

"You hold it right there mister..."

"Do you know how ridiculous you are sitting here tending to a wounded vampire. You are a Slayer for god's sakes just stake me already.  Especially if I have to talk about that Peaches anymore."

"Why do you call him that? Peaches?"

The blonde vampire grimaced, "The poofster would always use some tacky lines on barmaids telling them how they smelt like peaches.  Finally one of the barmaids at a pub got the best of him and turned tables on him when she said with all of the peaches he's tasted his upper lip should be real fuzzy.  Even Darla laughed at that one too bad the barmaid didn't live to see the morning she was a right feisty one."

"So Angel... Killed her?" 

"Killed her?  Naw more like mutilated and tortured her for hours with Darla by his side picking up lovely rusty instruments to drive into the young woman's body."

Buffy grimaced at the thought, "He's good now."

"Yeah tell yourself that.  A thing or two that I learned over the years, gypsy justice is not always fair and right, it serves the now not the later.  You'd best remember that."

The young teen was confused by his words but said nothing.

"So when are the Parental's coming home to find an injured half naked man in there house pet."  He winked.

Buffy was a bit shocked at his ever-changing demeanor; one minute suicidal and the next playful and flirty.  She didn't get him at all but something inside her was still nagging that she had to help him, just how to help him was the problem.

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TBC…