No power in the 'verse… (Part 2)
Spike sat in the bar, cursing his luck: his big reward for saving the world so many times was immortality. Sure, it sounded good, but having to watch Buffy grow old and die with Angel...
A young woman, no older than 18, caught his eye: there was something about the way she walked, held herself, that he found familiar.
The throwing knife was out of his pocket and flying across the all but deserted room in the blink of an eye.
She caught it without even looking round. She looked at him, her eyes full of life.
Spike sighed: another Slayer to protect and train...
TBC…