Disclaimer: Own, nothing, I.
Spoilers: Season 1
Summary: What if Spike had been killed by the slayer during the Boxer Rebellion?
Feedback: Yes please!
Distribution: Just tell me where my baby's going or went and you can have it.
A/N: Someone thought the story was finished... Um... No...
Rock music pounded throughout the Bronze when Buffy and her best friend, Willow Rosenberg, entered the nightclub. They looked around the dancing couples, each hoping to spot their friend, Xander Harris.
"Oh! Found him!" Buffy shouted over the music to Willow as she pointed out the goofy brunette.
Willow nodded a slight frown on her face. "Buffy, you're sure you're not going to get in trouble with Giles for ditching patrol tonight, right?"
"Wills, it's been dead for weeks now." Buffy told her, not worried in the slightest. "It'll be fine without me for a night."
As Willow reluctantly agreed, Buffy locked eyes with the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He looked dark, dangerous and soulful all at once. "I'll catch up with you later." She absently told Willow as she followed the man out of the club. She didn't even realize she was outside until the fist made contact with her jaw.
Once Buffy had realized that it wasn't the man at all, but a very butch female vampire, she kicked out at the vampire, sending her to the ground. She quickly scanned her surroundings, and immediately dived for a broken branch littering the ground. She could hear the vampire closing in on her, and swung it backwards, hoping against hope that it made contact with the vampire's heart. She sighed in relief as she heard a scream and felt the fresh ash on her new jeans.
"Very nice. I'd give you an 8 for stage presence." A smirking voice told her.
At the sound of the new voice, she jumped up into a fighting stance and found herself staring at the same man she had followed outside. "Well, I try." She told him, watching him carefully. "Who are you?"
Again he smirked. "A friend."
"Well, thanks, but I don't need any more friends right now." The slayer quipped.
He laughed. "I didn't say I was yours, but I have come to proposition you."
"What kind of proposition?" Buffy asked skeptically, as she fell out of fighting stance. For some reason she trusted him. She couldn't explain it, but she had a feeling that the fact that he had the face of an angel didn't hurt her judgement call any.
"I help you. You help me." He told her simply as he quickly glanced down at his watch.
Buffy noticed his action. "Late for your girlfriend?"
He glared slightly at her. "Actually, yes. Now, I help you kill the Anointed One, and you do something for me. Deal?" He asked frustration sounding in her voice.
"What exactly are we talking about here?" She asked skeptical as usual.
"Come to the factory on 12th Street tomorrow night at 11 and you'll find out." He said before turning and walking out of the alley.
"Wait!" Buffy called after him. "Why so late?"
"Because all the minions will be out feeding." He called over his shoulder before disappearing into the night.
Buffy stood in the alley for a few moments after he left. "Okay, that was a good thing right?" She asked herself, not realizing what she had just got herself into and with whom.
