A/N: Alright three whole reviews, WHOOO! Ok, ok, that may sound a little bitter, but I really am grateful for them. Thanks to bloodshedbaby, navarra, and XspikeXbuffyX for being my first and only reviewers so far. Also, I got requests to make the chappies longer so I tried to do that. Understand, the chapters might not be long every time, but I'll try my best. Ok, enjoy and review please!

-dee

What is it about dangerous women?
Stirring temptation in me.
And I could drown in your eyes like puddles at my feet.

Chapter Six: A Little Bit of Drama Never Hurt

If Spike's heart could beat, it would be racing by now. After seeing Buffy slay the fledgling, Spike took off trying to get as far away from the Slayer as possible. He mentally scolded himself for getting sloppy. He should have bloody well known, should have sensed that that particular bird was something supernatural.

Great, this was the last thing he needed at a time like this. A Slayer to deal with. He hadn't expected the Slayer to be in Paris and he hadn't expected her to be club hopping either. What is it about dangerous women that had Spike drooling at the idea of a chit who could kick his ass. Didn't help that she was damn gorgeous as well. And those eyes. Those eyes could kill with one look. Piercing emerald with specks of shimmering silver. He could get lost in those eyes. …But he bloody well wasn't going to! 'Sides he had Dru to think about. Fuck! How long had he been out? Dru was probably worrying all alone.

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Buffy collapsed onto her welcoming bed. After slaying two more vamps and a shape-shifting demon, she was back in her apartment, a little exhausted from the night's events. Her mind drifted away to the highlight of her evening. That vampire, Spike.

Half of Buffy was kicking herself for being so careless. She swore that she would never let her guard down again after realizing how close she was to being sucked dry. But then the other half of Buffy was confused if not intrigued. How come she didn't get a warning signal from her vamp senses? The feeling she got in her gut wasn't a sign of danger, it was a warm and tingly sensation. Almost comforting? Like someone had her back, assuring her she was safe. But that didn't make sense.

Buffy groaned. All this Spike thinking was making her head hurt. She couldn't understand why she responded so differently to this particular vampire. She'd never admit it out loud, but she was aroused by him on the dance floor and then made out with him no less.

As Buffy settled in for the night with thoughts of Spike on her mind, she knew she would be seeing more of him sooner rather than later.

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Spike surged in through the front door. "Dru?" Spike looked around frantically. He hated leaving her alone for long. "Dru!"

Spike spotted her in bed already drifting off to sleep, Miss Edith by her side. He let out a sigh of relief and crossed the room to the king sized bed. Coaxing her to respond, Spike stroked her hair. "Luv? You alright? I didn't leave you too long did I?" Sleepily Drusilla acknowledged his presence. "My Spike, you're back." "Sorry pet, I got held up."

Dru's eyes widened as she sat up, "The Slayer… you're covered in her." Spike was surprised at how quickly she caught on and searched for an explanation. "Uhh.. yea, looks like we've got a Slayer in town. Ran into her while I was lookin' for a meal I did. She's a tough one." Drusilla moaned and clawed at her hair. "Ooooh, I can hear whispers of this one Spike. She's a bad, naughty little kitten. She'd take you from me. I can see it like the glass that breaks on the kitchen floor." Spike grew concerned and tried to comfort his lover. "No worries, pet. I can handle the chit." He tried to divert her from thoughts of the Slayer. "Guess what, luv? Think I got your cure. Soon you'll be right as rain by my side." When Dru didn't stop wailing, Spike pulled her into his arms and settled themselves on the bed. "Don't even think about her luv. She's as good as dead."

Even as Spike said these words, he couldn't help but linger on the subject. His mind was racing. Something was definitely off about this particular Slayer. It was unsettling for Spike. He soothed Dru with reassuring words, but he didn't quite believe them himself.

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Dawn tossed the half-eaten hot pocket onto a plate. She was in her apartment, and she couldn't sleep. Growing tired of pigging out on icecream and microwaveable snacks, Dawn pulled out the book she had bought earlier from its bag hoping it would serve to amuse her in the meantime. She didn't quite know why she had bought the book in the first place. Maybe because it looked different from the others or maybe because it just felt right in her hands. Her fingers glided across the book cover feeling indentations where there were letters.

She opened up to a random page that happened to be apart of the Recent Sightings chapter. After reading a page or two, Dawn found out that the key's location would change very often from dimension to dimension. The book explained that this was necessary since many were trying to harness the key's power to add to their own.

The chapter ended on a final note that mentioned the key was in the hands of ancient monks. These monks for years had been trying to forge the key into human form so that a strong warrior worthy enough would be able to protect the key from any who would mean harm. If the key were human, then such a warrior would protect it undoubtedly as he or she grew to love it. No ones knows for sure what happened to the key, but it is said that the Chosen One was most fit to be the protector of the key since she was already sworn to defend innocence against the forces of evil.

It took Dawn a moment for her brain to register everything she just read. As she thought, she wondered if the key was still alive and existing. And if it was, did Buffy know of it. Dawn knew that the Chosen One meant the Slayer, which meant Buffy. As Dawn read on throughout the night until day break, she discovered much more information about the mystical key. It's powers were immense and limitless. Originally it was made to open portals between dimensions, but technically it's a mass amount of energy, which means it could fuel extremely advanced spells and vast amounts of power for a long period of time.

Dawn had previously dabbled about with magic, doing an occasional spell to cover for missed homework or a bad hair day, but she'd always wanted to do more. To actually have the power to change things with good intentions of course. As Dawn thought about everything she could do with more power, she slowly became ecstatic about the idea. Then, her eyes widened. This key could possibly be the answer to all her painful despair and misery. The key could help bring mom back! If only she knew where it was. Dawn contemplated the notion before drifting off to sleep early in the morning with the book by her side.

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Spike awoke with blood on his mind. The sun had already set and he was starving. Spike groaned at the aching pit in his stomach before realizing Dru was by his side. Careful not to wake her, he got up, ready to go out on the hunt.

Spike swaggered down the street, checking out all the little "Happy Meals with legs". He smirked at a few choice ladies and made them giggle nervously. Out of the corner of his eye, Spike caught a flash of honey blonde hair. At first he was alarmed, but soon realized that this blondie wasn't the same girl who had been invading his thoughts lately. He smirked and went after his meal as she parted from the main street.

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Buffy finished eating her dinner. After spending the whole day at the bank trying to figure out a credit card mishap, she headed to a local bistro by herself for some food. Dawn was still sleeping and wouldn't budge when Buffy tried to wake her up, which Buffy didn't complain too much about. After the complicating day at the bank, Buffy could use some alone time where she didn't have to worry about her sister or anything else. Stupid finances. Buffy wasn't used to handling things all by herself. Apparently, the bank mixed up her savings and checking account so that Buffy couldn't even keep track of how much money she had. If only her mom were still alive, life would be so much better.

For the next hour Buffy wandered around the lively city, looking from shop to shop. A sudden yelp sounded from a nearby alley. No one but a Slayer would have noticed the cry for help amongst the cluttered Paris streets. Buffy ran off towards the desperate call, Slayer senses alert. As soon as she turned the corner that led to a secluded area down the alley, she stopped dead in her tracks.

Buffy was staring at a familiar peroxide blonde vampire complete with leather duster. At the time, he was feeding off of a petite blonde who unsettlingly resembled Buffy herself. The victim was backed against a wall as her life was being drained. Buffy froze and watched as the undoubtedly handsome vamp sucked the girl dry. Spike's eyes were closed as he was consumed in the moment. His chiseled cheeks took greedy, long gulps and his fangs were constantly being edged in deeper like he couldn't get enough. The girl's eyes widened as she spotted Buffy, and she tried to let out another cry for help. Having been weakened by blood loss, the girl only managed to produce a frail squeal from her open mouth.

Buffy was snapped out of her daze and quickly moved by flinging Spike off of the girl and into the opposite wall of the alley. The girl collapsed in a state of shock before picking herself up from the floor and scurrying away clutching her neck wound.

Buffy turned her attention to Spike who had recovered from the unexpected move. She pulled a stake from her sleeve and fell into fighter stance. At this, Spike started to laugh almost insanely while still in game face. "What're you gon' do luv? Stake me?" He continued to laugh, causing Buffy to feel uneasy. "That how you treatin' all your boy toy vamps these days. Stick your tongue down their throats, and then dust them. Sex 'em and slaughter 'em, that right Slayer?" Spike sported a cocky grin as he swaggered around the Slayer, slowly circling her.

Buffy glared at him. "Yea… you're one to talk. I bet all your little demon buddies would just love to know you have the hots for a Slayer." Spike stopped grinning at that and returned to his human mask. He sure as hell didn't want Dru to find out he had an intense make out session with his mortal enemy. Buffy smiled when she saw his grin disappear. "Aww… what's the matter Spike? Don't want anyone on the playground to find out about your secret little crush?" Buffy laughed a little just to make his blood boil.

"C'mon, you gonna stand there all night? Let's fight, and I'll make sure not to mess up that slicked bleached head of yours." Spike placed a hand over his undead heart in a fake expression of hurt. "Ooh… Slayer why do you hurt me so?" His fake look of offense turned into a devious smirk. "But I wouldn't be talking bottle blondie." "Hey! This is natural! I only get highlights, not bleach jobs!" Buffy's comment only widened Spike's grin, which turned into a slight chuckle.

Spike took a glance around the alley. "Not gonna fight you Slayer, not tonight." "No really, lets." Spike shook his head as he studied her stance or more specifically, her figure. "Don't want to kill you just yet, luv. Something tells me we have buckets of fun ahead of us." "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh c'mon! You're really that daft? Slayer senses goin' dodgy on you or somethin'?" Buffy blinked waiting for him to reveal whatever he was thinking. Spike sighed and continued. "There's something between us. I don't know what it is just yet, but it's not something you just toss away in a quick brawl that finishes with a kill. 'Sides, a lil bit 'o drama never hurt anybody. Makes the undead immortal life a lil less boring."

"You're wrong. I feel nothing. You're nothing to me." Spike tilted his head in consideration. "Yeah… then why is your heart racing when you're barely moving? And why do I smell the slightest tang of sweat on your body… and a lot more than that?" Spike asked pointedly while leering at her lower half. Buffy's face flushed and fidgeted a little in her stance as her brain stumbled for a response. But before she could say anything, Spike turned to leave. "Be seeing you, ducks."

And he was gone.

Yay, I feel very accomplished. That was my longest chapter. Anyways, feel free to suggest what you want to happen next cause I'm basically making this up as I go, and I don't know which direction I should take it in since there are so many possibilities. Ok review and I'll be a happy happy person! See my smile: ) There's more where that came from, just review!

-dee