"Hey, Di, what's up?" Spike asked grabbing a blonde girl out of her stride. Descended from a goddess and a mortal Diana Buffy Riches was among the extra enhanced slayers. She was stronger and faster than the other slayers but when feelings coursed things could get out of hand. He hugged her.
"He dumped me," she cried into his shoulder. "Aaron dumped me when… when I told him I was a slayer."
"Dumb boy. He's missing out on a helluva load of fun."
"Spike," Diana whined. "That's disgusting."
"I mean for the whole demon chasing," he said with a grin. Diana sniffed and looked up.
"I don't know what to do. It feels like my whole life has… crumbled. Nothing matters anymore," she said with a deep sigh. "Nothing matters."
"Er, excuse me. Am I the only that notices a world full of demons and emotions to be enthralled by the beauty that is you?"
"Yeah," she mumbled. Spike rolled his eyes. Damn teenagers.
"Okay, so why did he dumb you. Did he just say 'I'm a complete bloody ponce' or did he give you a reason?"
"He said it was dangerous and that I was risking his life because of my duties," Diana mumbled. It was true. The whole being of a slayer rested in being able to let one's self accept death and let it come when it had too. Protecting people was important too but Diana knew that she wouldn't protect Aaron all the time.
"That's a stupid reason!" Spike exclaimed. Diana looked a bit taken aback by his words. "Well, relationships are built on trust and if he doesn't trust you enough to make sure his ass doesn't get kicked, let him go out there and get it kicked."
"That's cruel, Spike. You know I love him."
"Yeah, but you love me too, and we're still hanging."
"It's different like that…," she began.
"I'm still with ya and I'll be here till the end. If you get your ass whopped in battle I shall mourn every day and if I get my ass kicked I hope you'll be doing the same," Spike said with a smirk.
"If you die, this academy will go under. The Slayers will… We wouldn't know what to do without you," Diana said almost returning to her teary-eyed state.
"Hey! I've survived these few hundred years, I ain't gonna croak that soon. Plus I have to make sure all my sexy slayer babes comes out on top," he added smiling. Diana smiled back at him.
If only Spike wasn't still so attached to 'the love of his life' or 'his sex rabbit' as some of the slayers proffered to call her, Diana would want Spike to be her boyfriend. He might not be all to charming at times or a complete gentlemen but he knew how to make each of the slayers feel special and loved. He knew how to give those that had no family a sister in each slayer and a brother in himself. Spike helped the wounded and he helped the healed.
Spike was the perfect man. Ever.
"Thanks, Spike," Diana said. "That really helped me. But now, you have to help me find another boyfriend… well, once I've gotten over Aaron." She sniffed and Spike ruffled her ponytail-ed hair.
"Always, kiddo. I'm cupid in disguise… Or he'd choose to look like me cause I'm hot." Diana grinned.
