All Alone at Sunnydale cemetery, Buffy Watched intently as even she did in her never ending search for the un-dead. It was a cold starry night and the cemetery graves lit up the surrounding areas like lamp lights, ensuring that the slayer would have no trouble tonight in seeking out and performing routine slayage.

Whether she was stopping a vampire in mid ascension through the soil of the graves or keeping one pinned against the wall of a crypt, Buffy was always on top form. But soon after a strong confident slayer spree, Buffy began to notice something strange. Something was not right. Buffy could feel this presence and it was not long before she deciphered the identify of the presence she sensed.

"Spike," bellowed Buffy with her back turned. She did not have to look at the vampire to figure out who he was "What are you doing here?"

"Free country," said Spike casually, looking very defensive. "Anyway, didn't you know this is a cemetery, which makes it kinda like my home."

"What happened to your nice little crypt?" Buffy quipped and this was met by a sharp grin. "I'm just you know... out and about."

"Do you have to be around me when I'm on patrol? It's very off putting."

"Oooooh Slayer, you are full of it this evening aren't you."

"Full of what?" Buffy challenged.

"Nothing," he said. Then he looked up that the stars and grinned in realisation "aaah I see, full moon tonight slayers are like this on the full moon..

"And in what way does that have to do with what?" Buffy stopped confused by her own wording.

"Seriously," said Buffy. "The Hatred, the disgust the loathing is too much for me little girl on her own."

"Buffy, I don't hate you." said Spike, evidently confused.

"Not yours silly, mine."

"You know, Slayer this isn't like you. You've changed." With these words, Spike lit up a cigarette and skulked off through the night

"Great Spike, great," Buffy shouted. "I'm sure you grow to like when me when you get to know me. All handsome, strong powerful and aware..."

And at that moment, Buffy was knocked to the ground. Buffy was not aware of her attacker. At the current time she was only aware of a great massive arm grapping around her chest. She struggled greatly, doing her level best to grapple the arm to release it's grip. Buffy relied on sheer instinct alone. She had little or no control over her body. With all the strength that she had left, she backed into the anonymous creature behind her and jammed the back of her head against its body. But it was no use as the pressure applied to her body was relentless in its grip. Slowly, Buffy started to panic.

Buffy was then free, and she got a good luck at her assailant. A hell demon and it was clear it wanted to dispense of the slayer. It was generally grotesque in appearance with two distinguishing front teeth and threatening horns planted on its head. It was this that was to be used as its arsenal. Furthermore it was not proving at all merciful.

With little time to swap further gags Buffy launched straight into attack. She tried a kicking action left right, head, thigh, anything she could think of to lay down the demon before her. But then the demon grabbed hold of the slayer, showing incredible strength and helf her aloft like a trophy.

Clearly this particular beast was strong and Buffy was in for a tough ride. She was thrown hard to the floor around 50 feet away from the beast. She was left to nurse her newly acquired bruises. Then, the aggressor spoke.

"You know something, for a slayer your night the brightest cookie in the jar, are you?"

"Uh-huh," said Buffy gingerly holding her womb tightly where she had been hit the most. "You see here's the thing. I'm a blonde, that's meant to be a bit of a let down. Hey, maybe I should bleach."

Buffy was knocked out again, out cold and sent back down to the floor. This time her slayer strength was greatly reduced and she began to feel weak. This time she was utterly powerless to move in time and once again the demon grabbed hold.

Then, suddenly as Buffy lost her breath, the pressure was suddenly released. There was a great yelp of pain. Buffy could see Spike at the corner of her eye beating a theor'al demon senseless, though Spike did not seem to be enjoying it.

"Nobody...Beats...My...Girl," said Spike between blows. "Not on my watch."

Spike whistled a gesture to Buffy who immediately handed him her stake. "Game over sod" and stabbed at its heart. The dead body of the demon lay motionless in the cemetery grounds.

"Well, lucky for I stopped by." Buffy was both thankful and mortified it was Spike who saved her yet again

"What about me being your girl? The acting was superb for a great creature of the night like you." Buffy said in mock admiration of the vampire. "Slayer I know you appreciate what I just did for you. Your too afraid to come out and admit it." Buffy had no answer.

"You know it's laughable really," Spike continued. "You act like you don't even want to know me but you know you want more."

Spike was toying with Buffy eagerly awaiting her response. After a few seconds Buffy simply came up with a look of horror.

"What?" said Spike, again looking genuinely concerned.

"Why am I still even talking to you?"

"Oh for Gods sake Slayer," Spike growled. "When will you wake up and realise that you love me?" Buffy planted a right hook on Spike's face.

"I will never love you Spike. NEVER." Finally through with the fighting and the wit matching Buffy walked off back into town. "Just leave me alone." Was all she had to say.

Spike rested on the nearest grave, relighting his cigarette and nursing his sore jaw. "The hell you will" He said. "And...OW!"