My Darling, My Vampire.

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING! Although I wish Spike were mine! Life just isnt fair!!

Part Four- Moving In

Spike showed up at the Summers' house a few hours later with the few belongings that didn't get destroyed when the pipe busted at his apartment. He knocked and waited patiently for Buffy to answer the door. He wasn't about to tell her, but he was incredibly nervous. He had never been in her house before and considering how he felt about her, he was a bit uncomfortable living under the same roof.

Since he had gotten his soul back, Spike was vulnerable. To vulnerable. He hated it. After all, he was supposed to be the big bad! Nothing was supposed to bother him. Without even realizing it, he began to chant to himself.

'I'm the big bad! Nothing is going to get in my way or bother me. No bloody woman is gonna get the best of me. I'm the big bad! I'm the big bad!'

"Looks to me like the big bad is a big dud!" A soft voice said.

Spike looked up and saw Buffy standing at the door looking at him with an amused look on her face. "I..uh..what?" Spike stammered.

"And not too good at communication skills either."

"What the bloody hell are you talking about slayer?" Spike was now embarassed and a bit irritated at the intrusion.

"Do you always chant to yourself Spike or is it all part of the I'm the big bad hear me roar! thing?" She asked sarchastically.

"Sod off slayer." Spike wanted to kick himself. You couldn't come up with anything better than that? Why don't you just put on the little cheerleading outfit while you're at it you pathetic wanker!"

"Ooh! It must have taken you weeks to come up with that witty response. Tell me Spike, what are the prerequisites?"

"For what slayer?"

"You know. For the Big Bad in Training program? Obviously verbal skills aren't required."

That was it. He had tried to make this as civil as possible but he wasn't going to run like a dog with its tail between its legs. He would rather sleep in a mine field than take her crap without at least defending himself. "True verbal skills aren't required but there are rules."

"Oh and what would they be? No regard for anyone but yourself?"

"No. Regard is allowed but skanky ho's are forbidden. Guess that kind of leaves you out slayer." Spike smirked.

"How dare you call me a skanky ho!" She fumed.

"Well, if the stench fits slayer." He pushed himself past her and into the house. Just the thought of the look on her face brought a smile to his.

Buffy walked in the house and slammed the door. "Spike!" She yelled.

"Skank!" He replied almost cheerfully.

"I would so love to throw you out right now but since my mother, poor diluted soul that she is, invited you to stay here, your room is downstairs. Take your crap down there and stay out of my way!"

"So I get the basement 'ey luv?"

"Yeah, the whole basement. What will you do with yourself?"

"Don't worry about me slayer. Just thinking of ways to make your life a living hell will keep me pretty busy."

She huffed. "Think you can handle it?" She asked sarchastically.

"I think I can manage. After all, Big Bad in Training University taught us how to deal with pains in the asses and skanky ho's."

"I meant living here you twit! Have you always been this big of a pain?" She asked now thouroughly agitated.

"What can I say baby? I've always been bad!" Spike replied.

"Well now that I'm thouroughly disgusted, I'm going to go take a bath. Stay out of my way Spike." She turned around and stormed upstairs. Mumbling the whole way, Spike made his way downstairs to his new room. It was big. There was a bedroom with bed, dresser, closet and bed table with an alarm clock on it. There was a room off of the bedroom with a TV, VCR, DVD Player, couch, recliner and coffee table. There was also a bathroom and a small kitchen. Not too bad. It sure was bigger than he expected it to be.

He walked over and lay on the bed. Thinking back to the argument that just happened between them, Spike was able to come to a conclusion. It was going to be a very long summer! The bad thing was that no matter how hard he tried to convince himself that she deserved to be called a skanky ho, he couldn't help but feel guilty. The very thought of feeling sorry for her was sickening. 'What in bloody hell is happening to me?' He closed his eyes to try to push out the headache that was quickly forming and in a matter of seconds, he was asleep.

Buffy climbed out of the bathtub and wrapped the towel around her. She grabbed another off the towel rack and wrapped it up in her hair. She forgot her robe in her room and was praying she could make it to her room without Spike seeing her. The last thing she needed was him seeing her half naked. Although she wouldn't mind seeing him that way. 'Buffy! Quit thinking of Spike naked!'

She quickly made herself to her bedroom and closed the door behind her. After getting dressed and brushing out her hair, Buffy lay on her bed and tried to relax.

'He called me a skanky ho! The nerve of that jerk. I cant stand him. So why do I feel guilty?'

Before having a chance to think about it anymore, she was fast asleep.

They had both been too busy fighting with each other to see the Alsheatow demon watching them from behind the tree. It had come to his attention that there was a couple in Sunnydale that needed working on. Lok Gordor was sent to teach them a lesson. They had slayed his uncle and it was payback time. This was going to be fun!

What was that noise? Buffy sat us quickly and listened. After hearing nothing, she quickly threw on her robe and walked downstairs to do a quick scan of the house. Nothing. Deciding she better go and see if it was Spike, she quietly walked into the basement. Once she got down there, she noticed Spike laying on the bed. For some odd reason, her nose began to go haywire and started twitching.

"I must be allergic to roaches." She told herself. She began to turn around to go back upstairs when something began to pull at her. Before she knew it, she was standing beside him. Then she leaned down.

Spike heard her walk in the room but decided to pretend to be asleep. That way he wouldn't actually have to talk to her. He kept his eyes closed and waited for her to leave. But for some reason, the footsteps were coming toward him instead of going away. All of a sudden, he felt a sharp pain in his cheek.

"You bit me! You bloody bit me! What has gotten into you slayer and what is up with your nose?" Her nose was twitching like crazy. It was as if she was part bunny or something.

Buffy quickly came out of the trance she was in and looked at Spike who was just inches from her. Why was he so close? She looked down and realized she was leaning over him.

"Spike?"

"Yeah slayer! What's wrong with you?" He asked starting to get concerned. "And why in bloody hell do I care?"

"I...uh.." Before she could finish her statement, the noise came back.

"Did you hear that?" Spike asked. Buffy didn't answer though as she was too focused on Spike. "Why you lookin' at me that way luv?" He asked.

"Your ears!"

"What about 'em pet?"

"They're floppy!" She replied.

Two hours later, Spike and Buffy sat in the living room. They had tried to figure out what was happening to them.

"Ok, lets go over this one more time. My nose is twitching, my feet are huge and furry and I have a tail. And you have floppy ears, huge furry feet and a tail. Something or someone is going to a lot of trouble to turn us into..." She trailed off still in shock.

Spike looked up and realized how cute she looked with a twitchy nose and big floppy feet. He said the only thing there was to say. "Bunnies!"