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Summary: Continuation of the first chapter.

A/N: How am I doing? Am I keeping everyone in character ok? I kind of quit watching the show after season 5, and I think it went downhill after season 4 anyway, but I'm a huge B/S fan. Well, obviously. Does Spike sound realistic? It's kind of hard to come up with his dialogue, but I figured since it was a dream in the last chapter I could be lenient. Write me reviews!

Buffy stared off into space and fidgeted absent-mindedly while Giles, her watcher, prattled on about the next apocalyptic prophecy. She had faced so many already she barely bothered to worry about it anymore. There was always another evil force trying to destroy the human race. Why couldn't they just give it a rest already? You'd think they'd get the picture after she'd stopped about the first five, but apparently reading social cues wasn't one of the many talents of the typical mean and nasty. She kept thinking back to that dream she had in psych. It was so vivid, almost like every image was burned into the back of her memory.

"Come in, Buffy," her friend Xander waved his hand in front of her face. She'd been caught zoning again.

"Are you ok?" Willow asked, concern evident on her face. "It just seems like you've been doing that a lot these past couple of days."

Buffy nodded her head, trying to appear more confident than she felt. "I'm fine," she lied, "Just a little tired is all. I think I'll head home and get some sleep. I've already done my patrol for the night and you guys should be able to take the research part from here." Everyone nodded in agreement and bid her farewell.

On her way home the last thing on Buffy's mind was sleep. With sleep came that dream again. She'd had it at least five more times since its original appearance. She felt more than saw the vampire behind her. Instinctively she grabbed for a stake turned to attack when she realized who it was and stopped dead in her tracks.

Spike held up his hands as if in a gesture of truce and took a long drag from the cigarette in his hand. The smell made Buffy want to cough but she didn't want to appear weak in front of him. She really wanted to come up with some bitingly witty remark, but her mind seemed to have gone blank at the moment.

"What's the matter, love?" Spike said after a moment's silence, "Cat got your tongue?"

Buffy glared at him as usual and prayed to God that he didn't notice her knees were shaking. "What are doing here Spike? Shouldn't you be off taking candy from babies or robbing the elderly because they can't fight back?"

"That cuts me deep," he said with a chuckle. "I had hoped you would imagine me doing some more worthwhile evil, pet. I seem to give you enough trouble when I'm around. Where's the poof? I heard he's got his soul back and the like now." When Buffy didn't respond he snorted. "I'll take that as a sign that he's not around here then. Found any nice "normal" boys that you fancy?" Again she didn't respond. "Oh bloody hell! Would you come off it! I'm not trying to kill you now am I? I've had my fill for the night, love. Tell me what I've been missing since I last left Sunny hell." He held out his arm to her. Her mind screamed at her to stake him already or at least back away and run like hell, but her body didn't want to obey. She felt her legs propelling her forward and when she felt his arm around her shoulder even her mind was quiet.

Eventually they found their way to the bronze. Spike was drinking something close to pure alcohol and Buffy was having a Coke. She'd protested at first that she could definitely handle a beer, but he had just laughed and ordered a soda for the "little lady." She wasn't sure she liked that little lady bit, unless she was his little lady. Wait a minute! She didn't want to be his anything other than mortal enemy. He was an evil… blood sucking… scary… really sexy vampire… who just winked at her. She found herself blushing and forced herself to get a grip.

"So," he said casually, "What's new in the world of slaying?"

She shrugged, "Nothing really," she said. "The occasional predicted apocalypse, or demons trying to open the gates of hell, that sort of thing, and of course the vampire uprisings. I'm keeping busy."

He laughed, "You've really become quite accustomed to living your life this way, haven't you? You still haven't answered my question though. Who's the latest conquest?"

She was about to tell him that she didn't have conquests when Parker and a couple of his buddies came through the doors. Her disdain must have shown on her face because he immediately followed her glance and smirked. "You sure about that, pet?"

Buffy was about to tell Spike to shut up and mind his own business when an idea came to her. "Spike," she said after a moment's pause, "kiss me."

He looked up from his drink startled, "What?" he asked.

"Kiss me," she repeated. He threw his head back and laughed. It was then that Parker finally spotted them. He made his way over to talk to Buffy.

"Alright then, love," Spike said with a wicked grin, "Let the games begin."