A/N: Sorry it's been ages since the last update! I've just had no time to do...anything, really. Well, here's chapter five! Enjoy

Jessica walked quickly and apprehensively down the long Wolfram and Hart corridor. She drew back into a doorway as a chattering pair of demons passed, then continued on her way. She pulled a small, crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket, and frowned at the markings on it. She was getting closer. All she had to do now was make sure no one saw her, and she would be fine.

Spike grinned as he sauntered down the same corridor. Wolfram and Hart employees made no pretence of their fear of the vampire - as he walked, an invisible passage was created for him. He made the same journey he had made many time before - the journey to the training room. He approached the double doors, ready to practice his dramatic entrances, when a sudden movement caught his eye. He looked through one of the many windows surrounding the room, being very careful not to be sighted by whoever was inside. Spike's eyes widened, as he saw Jessica attacking a training dummy with one of Angel's gleaming swords. He dimly remembered Peaches complaining about a missing rapier…

"Well now," he murmured. "Beautiful and bad, what a bloody combination!" The hair on the back of his neck suddenly prickled; he ducked swiftly out of sight as Jessica looked straight at the place he had been standing.

Jessica was breathing hard by the time she returned the sword to Angel's office. She smiled broadly as she was suddenly filled with a sense of euphoria. She had actually managed it! Her forehead creased momentarily as the feeling of being watched returned to her. She turned and surveyed the office. "I'm going insane," she thought. "There's no one here, no one is watching me!" With a sigh of frustration at her own paranoia, she stormed out the door and collided painfully with Spike. Jessica groaned and rolled her eyes.

"I should have known it would be you. I suppose you were watching me at the training room as well?" Inadvertently, she blushed, drawing a self-satisfied smirk from Spike.

"Yeah. Pretty good, for a beginner. Mind telling me why you were there, pet?"

Jessica looked daggers at him. "Well, the thing is, I'm not really in the habit of giving obnoxious vampires with ridiculous hair information about my personal life. The moral of the story is…none of your business!" Once again, those uncontrollable urges rose up in her. Urges to burn and kill and fight…

"Let me guess, learning how to fight is part of your mysterious plan?"

Jessica resigned herself to the interrogation. "Why can't I hide anything from him?" she thought.

"Yes," she replied with a sigh. "Except the learning part isn't going too well."

Spike gave her a funny look. She knew that look, it was the one that signalled when he was about to say something totally unexpected. "Here's a twist. I'll teach you."

Jessica was taken aback. "You? Teach me? You really do have a high opinion of yourself."

Spike ground his teeth, and gave her another look, this one edged with annoyance. "Yes or no?"

"No. I don't need your help."

"Fine. Be a stubborn, arrogant bitch. God, you're like a bloody clone of the Slayer!" Spike hissed.

"Good, I guess that means I'll be kicking your ass sometime soon!"

Spike stalked away, shooting a venomous glare at Harmony as he passed her desk. Harmony looked around at Jessica with a puzzled expression on her face. "What's wrong with Blondie Bear?"

"The vampire has become perturbed," Jessica replied, still glaring at Spike's retreating back. "I suggest you do not attempt to approach him, otherwise he may name-call you to death." She strode away in the opposite direction, still muttering to herself. Harmony shook her head, and returned to her work. "Curiouser and curiouser…"

Jessica lay like a statue in her large bed, the movement of her eyeballs signalling her deep sleep. She dreamed…

The door loomed, large and murky, as she approached. She opened it onto a scene of horror and slaughter. Red splashed of blood on the walls, the mutilated body of Charles Gunn in the centre of the room. She crossed to the corpse, taking care not to disturb it. His mouth was open, signalling his pain and terror, and his eyes…were full of bewilderment and surprise. He knew the person who attacked him. A menacing hiss behind her alerted her to the demon's presence behind her. She turned…