The next day flew past for Buffy. It was a Saturday, so she just spent the day hanging out at the Magic Shop. Xander had brought donuts. Yay Xander! Dawn had tagged along hoping that something exciting would happen.

"Buffy, are you sure you can't come to the Bronze with me and Willow tonight? You need a break from all this patrolling." It was just like Dawn to bring up topics that should stay down.

"Sorry Dawn. Another time, I promise." Instantly people started offering to come patrolling with her, but Buffy politely turned them down. She would face Spike on her own.

The day dragged on for Spike. He slept, he made sure his tux looked nice, he called the restaurant to confirm his reservations, he called the limousine place to confirm the rental. And it was still only 2PM.

Suddenly it hit him. He, Spike, a vampire, was going on a date with Buffy, the Slayer. It was so wrong. Sure, they had knocked boots a couple of times, but a date? That had always been out of the question. Dates are for normal people, not Slayers and demons. Well, too late to go back now.

Tonight will be perfect. It bloody well better be, all the money I spent on her. God, I'm worse than the poof. Poetry? Dinner? Limos? Hell, what have I done?

Later, at Buffy's house…

What have I done? How could I have agreed to this? Why didn't I stake him when I had the chance?

Buffy was standing by the front door, physically ready, though not even close mentally. She had pulled her hair up in an elegant twist and her makeup was soft and delicate. It was three minutes to nine. Willow and Dawn had left almost an hour ago. Why didn't I just go with them?

At exactly nine PM, a knock on the front door made Buffy jump. She had half-expected, or was it half-hoped, that Spike would stand her up. But, nonetheless, when she opened the door, there stood Spike. His hair was gelled back like always and he was still wearing his trademark smirk, but his eyes were soft.

"Slayer. Nice dress." He'd never seen her in a dress before, and he hoped that this wasn't the last time.

"Nice tux," Buffy replied playfully. She glanced over Spike's shoulder and saw a long black limo waiting at the curb.

Spike took her arm in him and started towards the limousine. "Like it" Rented it just for you, pet."

"I'm not your pet. Remember, one date." She knew that she was trying to tell herself. Spike just laughed.

"Whatever you say."

"So where are we going?"

"You'll see."

A/N: See? I told you the chapters got longer.