The slayer waited a moment for Giles to anwer the door. He, however, never did. She looked inside and saw that the light were on. KNOCK.KNOCK. Buffy tried the fight door, but it was no use. It was locked.
"Giles, I know you're in there. You've never slept past seven in your life!"
KNOCK! KNOCK! Buffy gasped or perhaps more accurately squeaked when a very happy Spike opened the large wooden door in front of her.
"Slayer," he said as if he had been expecting her.
Buffy gave him the death look.
"Where's Giles?" she asked.
"He's, um," Spike retorted slowly just to piss her off, "kinda, busy at the moment."
"I really don't have times for games. Where is he?" she asked both angry and annoyed.
"Around," Spike answered, flashing his blood stained teeth.
"You didn't...you can't," Buffy said, her eyes welling up.
"Yum," he added, licking hes lips, "Warm."
Buffy violently pushed the vampire out of the way and ran as fast as she could to Giles's bedroom. Her heart pounded faster and faster. Finally, she was at his door and opened it to only find that Giles was not in there.
"Damn it," she said in frustation and walked out. Buffy tried the next door, but it was locked.
She put his ear up to the door and carefully listened for something. She heard heavy breathing slowly becoming fainter and fainter. She took a few steps back and high kicked the locked door down to the floor. The out of breath watcher slowly turned around at the loud noise. Giles continued to fight for air,leaning against a long unfinished table. Buffy sprinted over the fallen door to him and pulled Giles up so that he was standing up straight.
"Buffy," he breathed out.
The slayer put her hand on his shoulders and looked into his green eyes.
"You're gonna be ok, Giles. Just breathe," she said, closely checking the watcher's neck.
"I'm fine, really," Giles answered almost back to his normal breathing.
"Lift up your arms," Buffy commanded.
"Why?" he inquired in confusion.
"Just do it," Buffy told him.
Giles obeyed her, and Buffy quickly pulled off his shirt-sleeved maroon shirt. She threw his shirt on the long table and examined Giles's sweaty upper body. Buffy quickly ran her fingers down his chest and stomach, feeling for a bite mark. She was so caught up with her examination to notice the smile on the watcher's face.
"Turn around," Buffy ordered.
"Buffy, this really isn't necessary," Giles insisted.
"Please," she said softly.
He turned around, and Buffy wiped off the sweat from his back to get a better look.
"Oh," Buffy said with disappointment.
Giles obeyed her once again and turned back around, and the slayer started to pull the thin,
grey string on his sweat pants.
She let go and said, "Giles, you can tell me. Where did he bite you?"