Chapter 3

Spike tried to focus on what he was doing and not on the girl that was walking around his apartment in barely anything. "I'm making a sandwich, you want one?" He asked her suddenly.

"Sure," she replied and he nodded as he started to make another sandwich. Buffy walked over to him and sat down at the counter. She propped her chin on her hands as she looked at him. "So, what's your story?" She asked and he stopped what he was doing to look at her.

"I don't have one." He told her and she wouldn't believe that.

"Come on, everyone has a story." Spike shook his head and looked away from her.

"Not me." He stated in a low voice and she decided to drop the subject, for now anyway. He finished the sandwich and placed it in front of her. She realized she was hungrier than she thought as she took a big bite out of it. Spike smiled at her as he ate his own sandwich. They were both quiet, until Buffy felt something tickle her foot. She looked down to see the most adorable creature.

"You have a cat?" She said and Spike nodded.

"Yeah, she must have been hiding in the bathroom. She's usually shy in front of new people." Buffy smiled as she bent down to pick up the black and white cat. The cat rubbed her face against Buffy's and started to purr. She laughed when it tickled her.

"Animals usually love me. I always wanted one, but my dad thought it was too much responsibility. I could have handled it." Spike nodded in understanding and couldn't help smiling at the display. "She is so cute. What's her name?" She asked him.

"Whiskers," he answered which caused her to raise her eyebrows. "I know, it's not very creative. I just couldn't think of anything else. It was either that or Fluffy." Buffy smiled at him.

"I think it works." He returned her smile and threw his paper plate away when he finished his sandwich. "So, you only live with a cat?" She asked after she put Whiskers down, only to watch her wander off to the bathroom.

"Yeah, pretty much." Buffy felt bad for him.

"Seems kinda lonely." Spike shook his head and put on a smile.

"It's not so bad really. I think I'm more of an animal person anyway." Buffy nodded and tried not to be so personal, but she wanted to learn more about him.

"You seem kinda young to be a cop. How old are you anyway?" She figured that wasn't too personal.

"I'm 22." He stated and she nodded again.

"Yeah, that's a bit young." Spike agreed.

"I started at a young age. Been training for years. I've wanted this ever since I was 6-years-old. My father was a police officer and I always wanted to be just like him. He saved so many lives and I knew that it was something I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I lost him when I was in high school, but I knew that I still wanted to be a cop. I knew that it would make him proud. Your father gave me a chance and saw potential in me when no one else did. I owe him a lot. He's been like a second father to me." Buffy smiled when she thought of her father.

"Yeah, he's pretty cool. I won't be following in his footsteps though. The whole police thing just isn't for me. I won't even touch a gun." She said as she cringed at just the thought of it.

"Well, I guess it's not for everyone. What do you want to do?" He asked her, suddenly wanting to know everything about her.

"I actually wanna be a teacher, which I'm sure some people would think is weird since I hardly even like school." Spike smiled at her choice.

"What would you like to teach?" He wondered.

"Definitely English, it's my best class. I've always been a sucker for poetry." She said and hoped he wouldn't think she was a geek because of it. He only smiled at her.

"I love poetry. I used to write all the time when I was in school." He stated and Buffy looked surprised.

"Really?" She asked and he nodded.

"Yeah, I was bloody awful though." Buffy shook her head.

"I'm sure you weren't." She told him and he felt touched that she was trying to make him feel better about his poetry.

"Thank you, but I really was. I was basically a nerd in high school. I used to write poems for this one girl, she was always my inspiration. I decided to get up the courage to read her one and she only laughed at it. Saying I should get a new hobby and that I was beneath her." Buffy gasped at what he said.

"God, she actually said that?" Spike nodded and still felt hurt by the memory. "That's horrible, what a bitch." Spike then smiled at her.

"I don't like to use that word, but I would have to agree with you there." He told her.

"So, have you dated since then?" She asked, wanting to know if he was seeing anyone.

"To be honest, I've only had one girlfriend." He knew where this conversation would lead and he didn't think he was ready for that.

"That's it? How is that possible? Have you seen you?" Buffy then blushed at her comment. "Okay, I didn't mean to say that out loud." Spike smiled at how adorable this girl was.

"Well, no one wanted to date me in high school. I met her in college and she basically changed my world. That's when I became Spike." He explained and Buffy pointed her finger at him.

"I knew that wasn't your real name." She said and he laughed at that.

"What mother would actually name their child Spike? That's just cruel." Buffy shrugged.

"I don't know, it could happen. So, what is your real name?" Spike wasn't sure if he should tell her, but he felt comfortable enough with her.

"It's William; I never liked it all that much." He stated and Buffy smiled.

"I kinda like it." He smiled back at her and decided to move the conversation off of him.

"Did your mother actually name you Buffy?" He asked and she playfully slapped him on the arm.

"Yes, she did. What's wrong with my name?" She said with a pout and Spike just wanted to take her bottom lip into his mouth and suck on it. He tried to shake those thoughts away.

"Nothing, it's a good name. Just wanted to make sure." Buffy nodded and then looked around the apartment, before resting her eyes back on him.

"Can we watch a movie?" She asked and he knew that the conversation was over, for now.

"Yeah, I have some movies by the telly. You can see if you like anything." Buffy smiled as she ran over to the television and started to look through his movies. He watched her excitement, with a smile of his own. She then squealed when she found a movie she liked.

"You have The Princess Bride? How cute is that? I don't know of a lot of guys that would have this movie." Spike looked embarrassed as he answered her.

"Well, it's a good movie." He didn't even care to deny that it belonged to him. He figured she would see through that anyway.

"Are you kidding? I love this movie. I haven't seen it since I was little. We're so watching it." She said as she put the movie in and Spike had to smile at her again. How is it possible for one girl to be so bloody adorable? He watched her as she sat on the couch and waited for the movie to start. Spike decided to make himself busy by making some popcorn. He knew he was in trouble. He hasn't known her that long, but he was already starting to fall for her. The problem is, he didn't think he wanted to stop.