Title: Battle of the Hearts

Authoress: KatieGrrl1016

Chapter3: Nice to Meet You Too...

Beta: Don't have one, decided that I don't need one.

Rating: PG-13 (For now.....)

Summary: Buffy and Spike's band have come to Sunnydayle for the ultimate contest, The Battle of the Bands. It comes with the ultimate prize, a record deal. When they meet, sparks and flames fly. Problems arise, and Buffy and Spike have no idea what's in store. Who will win the Battle of the Bands? Or better yet, the Battle of the Hearts? SPUFFINESS ENSUES!!!!!

Other Pairings: Xander/Anya, Willow/Oz, Tara/Andrew and Cordelia / Warren. Starts off Angel/Buffy and Drusilla/Spike. But I SWEAR it will end Spuffy!!!

Distribution: e-mail me

Disclaimer: Oh come on Joss... At least give me the rights to Buffy and Spike... Then I'll gather all my savings and FORCE James Marsters and Sarah Michelle Gellar to be in the 8th season of BtVS. Weeeeeeee... I'll make the entire season Spuffy lovin'. Yummy... And I'll do it uncensored... Mmmm.

A/N: I know, I know. You're all thinking, "WHY THE HELL HAS SHE NOT UPDATED!!!!!" It's all my fault; I've been preoccupied with stuff. No excuses for me. But hey, look, more Spuffy goodness!! But now... on to the fic!!!!

"What's your name, luv?" Spike asked...

But Buffy was paying no attention to his question. She was admiring the well-chiseled body muscles, sexy smirk, high jutted cheekbones that you could cut yourself on, enthralling stormy blue eyes, and the sexy accent he owned.

Finally, the "Faith" voice said, "Hey B! Earth to B? While you were busy drooling over him, Mr. Sexy British Man asked you a question."

Buffy shot back, "Was not drooling over him."

"Then what did he ask?"

"Ummmmmm..."

While Buffy was sorting out her mind, Spike repeated, "What's your name, luv?"

Buffy immediately snapped out of her trance and said, "Huh? Oh, I'm Buffy, and I'm not your 'luv'," she air quoted. "Who are you?"

He cried out, "Buffy? That's your name? What kind of bloody name is Buff-"

"What's your name," she interrupted firmly. "And Buffy's a nice name," she added.

"Well, I'm Spike, pet, and I wouldn't say your name is-"

"HA! SPIKE is your name! Spike compared to Buffy as better names, Spike would definitely lose to Buffy for sure." Buffy blabbed out quickly.

"First of all luv, that made absolutely no sense. And second, I have a real name, and Spike ain't it," he replied.

"I'm not your 'luv'. And if you do, what is it?"

"It's none of your business, pet"

"If you're so tough, then why can't you tell me your name? Hmm?" Buffy teased.

"Fine, it's... it's... it's William. Alright?"

"William? HA HA! It's wee little Willie," Buffy cried out.

"Cut it out, pet. I could think of a million ways to insult your name right now," he remarked.

"No I won't, WILLE. But I will if you stop calling me pet names," she replied.

" How 'bout... NO," he replied arrogantly.

"I've had it up to here with you," she said, raising her hand above her head.

" Oh, really, pet, luv, kitten, slayer..." he rambled on.

"Slayer?" she interrupted.

"You are cruel enough to slay any man's heart."

Buffy became so angry that she took the beer she had in her hands, and poured it over the bleach blonde's head abruptly.

You can imagine the chaos after that.

"BLOODY HELL!!! This shirt is ruined!!! What was that for?!?!?!?"

"For being a smart ass, you jerk."

"Bitch," he muttered under his breath.

"And same to you," she replied as she walked away, her hips swaying side to side.

" I hate her," Spike thought bitterly.

"But you gotta admit, hun, she is one fine lady," the 'Lorne' voice replied in his mind.

Spike cave and thought back, "I hate her, but have got to admit that she could bloody well kill me with one kiss. She's a bitch, but a hot one at that."

"NOW, we're gettin somewhere!!!!!!!" Lorne exclaimed.

But he was interrupted by Drusilla asking, "Who was that cloud disappearing into the sky?" Spike knew that she meant who was that hot, sexy, inevitably bitchy girl he was just talking to.

" No one important," he replied," Just our competition for the record deal."

"Alright, luv. Let's hope the chicken crosses the road and gets hit by an 18 –wheeler passing by." Dru said gleefully.

"God, my girls insane," Spike thought as he began to make out with Dru. "But I love it."

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