Chapter 3

Buffy and Spike were on their usual patrol. You know, the one where Buffy starts her patrol alone, fights a couple vamps, has a slight amount of trouble with one, Spikes then comes to the rescue, while Buffy moans, bitches, groans, as she stalks through the rest of her patrol with a happy neutered, totally smitten in love with Buffy, vampire in tow. Yeah, one of those patrols. Well, that was becoming more and more of a routine each night. Although Buffy always seemed like she's rather swim in a cesspool, she'd become more attached to Spike than she'd want to admit. They fought well together. They were completely in sync with made them feel invincible.

Well, after a hard night's patrol, Spike walked Buffy to her door as usual, and set sail back to his crypt with the usual, "No way in hell, Spike," and a slammed door. He couldn't get his mind off of her, whether she made his blood boil, or where the direction of his, a hem, blood was flowing. He lit yet another cigarette and took a long drag, letting the smoke settle in his dead lungs. It was the only comfort he got these days.

Tonight, although normal, seemed a bit off. Ever since Spike's run in with Mya, everything seemed different. She looked the same, a short, spunky, black beauty, with looks that nearly left men drooling in her wake. She'd never been such a curvy, adventurous girl, not until she became a vampire. Her conservative nature went out the door and a sexy vampire replaced her dead body. And Spike wouldn't have liked her any other way.

But, she looked the same, yet she herself, was different. Spike just couldn't figure it out. She wasn't his Mya anymore. She was another. She'd changed. Well, as much change as 50 years could do to you, give or take a couple, maybe a few, years. 'She should be in town for a coupla days. Maybe I'll find her,' Spike thought.

Spike had been so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't know where his feet had taken him.

"Bloody hell," Spike cursed at himself as he ran a hand through his hair and took a good look around him.

But his vampire senses were telling him that he wasn't alone. He sniffed the cold night air, trying to catch the scent of his company. But before he could take his first whiff, he tumbled to the ground; face first, as he received a rough shove from behind him.


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