I need more excitement in my life
and I think I might just go looking for it.
Ooh baby like a whirlwind through fire.
Who's this new stranger I see?

Chapter Four: The Hunter and The Hunted

Spike entered the magic shop and gave a quick glance around; making sure he knew the location of everyone in the store and all possible exits. It was a natural thing for Spike to do; what being a vampire and all. After he was done sizing up the place, Spike walked over to the store keeper.

"May I help you sir?" the man asked with a forceful smile. "You tell me mate. I dunno much about magic bits. A fella in Amsterdam said you could get me what I was looking for. S'called Cancion de Salud some type of ritual or what not." "Ah.. yes. I do have it. Only one though." The store manager disappeared into the back room while still talking. "The people who sent it to me said it was very rare. I expect we are the only shop in Paris to have a copy." Spike looked around, bored and sarcastically added, "Is that so? Well then, lucky me." The owner returned to the front with a slim leather folder. He opened it and revealed various sheets of paper tucked inside. "This should be it. I hope you know how you're going to pay for it. It's quite expensive," the owner said looking up with a little laugh and that damn stupid smile Spike would just love to pound his fist into. "Oh…. I got an idea." Spike said calmly before snapping the shop keeper's neck. "Sorry mate, I don't eat uglies."

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After finding the remaining customers had run off, Spike came sauntering out of the shop. With a lit cigarette held between his lips, he took out all the papers, and stuffed them in his duster pocket. Ditching the leather folder, he headed farther into town looking for something to eat.

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Buffy walked Dawn back to their apartments, before heading out alone to grab a drink. She found she did that more often since mom died and now that she was 22, it just gave her more reason to. Nothing serious, just a Seabreeze or two. She had never actually gotten drunk, just slightly tipsy.

She walked into a night club, one that she had been to a couple times before. The bartender recognized her when she took a seat at the bar. He smiled and asked, "Seabreeze, right?" while pointing a finger at Buffy. Buffy smiled and nodded. After thanking him for the drink, she turned around in her seat to watch the people on the dance floor.

"Crazy isn't it?" "Huh?" Buffy turned to see who was talking to her. Next to her there was a dark-haired man with honey eyes smiling at her. "Those people," he continued, while gesturing towards the dance floor, "How they can just come here, knock back a few drinks, and end up having a blast dancing with a total stranger." "Oh," Buffy laughed nervously, "I guess." Buffy turned back to the dance floor. "Yea…," the guy paused, watching the people on the dance floor. He looked back at her and with a suggestive smile said, "Wanna join them?" Buffy looked unsure for a moment before replying, "What the hell, why not?" She downed her drink, hopped off the barstool, and followed her new found companion into the crowd.

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Spike spotted a nightclub a block away that was thrumming with energy. The neon lights and loud beats of music attracted mass groups of people who ended up waiting outside in an endless line. Spike strutted in ignoring the waiting people's complaints. A bouncer followed him and grabbed Spike's arm, turning him around. At that, Spike flashed him his game face, which made him back off.

He looked around noticing the smell of sex and sweat in the air. His line of sight was attracted to the bar where a petite blonde sat observing the dance floor. She was wearing a blood red halter and black leather pants. Spike smiled. Definitely my kind of girl.

He moved to get a better look at her when he noticed some guy approach her. He watched through hooded eyes as the two shared a light conversation. "Bloody ponce," Spike whispered under his breath as he watched him make her laugh. As they headed towards the dance floor together, Spike gave a low growl, disappointed in having his meal stolen. Well fuck that. He was a vampire. He was going to get whatever he damn well pleased and no worthless wanker was going to keep him from it.

With determination, Spike headed out on the dance floor. When he got close to his targeted girl and her whelp, he grabbed a random brunette and started to dance with her, all while keeping his eyes locked on the blonde he was after. The jerk was grinding himself into her ass. Spike's eyes traveled up her small body. The way her hips swayed and her mouth hung slightly open. Enough to make a man beg.

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Buffy felt something tug at her insides. She looked up and saw a black-clad blonde man staring at her. At first she felt a little self-conscious, but she became mesmerized by the slow rhythm he created with his body. Buffy noticed some brunette dancing with him and felt a little disappointed when she saw that the brunette was definitely not ugly.

Buffy's eyes locked with his and she made a move towards him. Spike abandoned his used girl, and made his way towards Buffy. Buffy found her waist wrapped in the blonde stranger's arms. She responded by wrapping her own arms around his neck as they swayed to the sensual beat that was now playing. Buffy's previous partner walked up to Spike and said in a challenging voice, "Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Spike shot him a get-lost-she's-mine look and the guy gave one final look of offense before slinking away to find another girl to hit on.

After the song ended, Spike bent down and whispered in Buffy's ear, "Let's continue this outside, eh pet?" Buffy's knees almost gave out at his luscious English accent. "O-okay" she replied almost breathlessly. Spike showed off his patented grin, loving the effect he was having on her. Accents always get the girls.

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Outside the club, Spike pulled Buffy towards the side of the building. Once Spike had her backed against the building he spoke. "What's your name, pet?" Buffy looked up at him through her eyelashes. Her breath was heavy in anticipation and her heart was racing like no tomorrow. Something about this guy that just set Buffy off, but she wasn't sure what it was and found herself intrigued. "Buffy. You?" Spike grinned. Buffy? Odd name. "Spike." Buffy raised her eyebrows. Spike? Weird name. "So tell me, Buffy, what's a bird like you doing out tonight?" Buffy shrugged, "Just trying to have some fun." Spike smirked at that and glanced down briefly before asking, "Is kissing fun for you?" Buffy bit her lip. "Maybe." Spike raised one scarred eyebrow before slowly leaning in for a kiss. Spike's lips pressed softly into Buffy's. After the kiss turned harder and needier, he ran his tongue over her lips before plunging into her mouth. Both their tongues fought for dominance; pulling back and forth into each other's mouths, swirling around each other, until Buffy broke the kiss to come up for air. Spike made his way down the column of her neck planting light kisses along the way. He kissed her collarbone, before positioning himself over her jugular, lightly sucking on the spot he intended to sink his fangs into.

"Hey you two can't be back here," a bouncer shouted at them while holding up a flashlight. Buffy pushed Spike away from her startled and embarrassed. As Spike was just about to yell at the intruder to sod off, Buffy hurried past the bouncer and turned the corner. By the time Spike rounded the corner, she was lost among a crowd of people gathered in front of the club. Bloody hell, this is gonna be a long night.

My back is starting to hurt from hovering over my laptop for so long. Aren't I such a tease with the Spuffy. At least you folks got some kissing action.

-dee