Chapter 2

Buffy was completely amazed by the time they got to Spike's apartment, not only did he live in a better part of the city; his place was nicer than hers as well.

"How did you pay for this, that is if you not lying about being off human blood," Buffy said as she gazed around his place.

Spike shrugged, "Turns out I was a wealthy bugger back in my days as a human." He laid his duster on a large recliner. "Don't suppose your going to do what you came here for and then leave are you, I could do with a bit of rest."

Buffy glared at him, " yeah, whatever," she took a peek inside the black refrigerator in his kitchen, sure enough several bags of pigs blood littered the many shelves inside, " Alright so your not feeding off of people, but there still something about you, something…fishy. I can't place it but I know there's something about you."

Spike nodded, "Now that the sullying of my good name is done with, what's your story Slayer, long way from a hell mouth aren't you?"

Buffy turned away, "Who said a slayer had to live on top of the hell mouth, and it's none of your business anyways.

"You know Slayer I think-"

"Stop calling me that, its not who I am anymore. I slay here and there for exercise but I'm not the Slayer anymore." She frowned as she spoke, "I have to go now." Heading for the door.

Spike rushed in front of her, "you know…Anne you could stay here, there's another room and you would be able to keep an eye on me, make sure I don't take a bit out of any of the other residents."

Buffy stared at him in disbelief, "Are you crazy, I can't live with you, for one thing you're a vampire, Hello, and I'm the…well ex-slayer, it would be a world of wrong. And second because I could never afford to rent a room, which costs like three times as much as my crap ass apartment."

"Was gonna give it to you for free."

Buffy pushed him out of the way, "the answer is still no."

Buffy quickly got herself out of there and back on to the familiar streets of Los Angeles, she didn't feel like going back to her place just yet so instead you walked, window shopping and thinking of the people she'd left behind in Sunnydale.

I should call Oz; I haven't talked to him in a while. All sorts of madness could be going on over there, Xander and Cordelia could be back to hating each other, the new slayer might be giving Giles a hard time, I hope mom is doing alright.

Coming out of her thoughts, Buffy found herself in front of a pizza parlor, and suddenly decided that she didn't want to be alone tonight.

Spike was slouching, lazily in his recliner, watching television when his front door opened with a crash causing him to spill the bowl of cheetohs he'd been devouring.

"Bloody hell!" he shouted, jumping to his feet and spinning around to face the source of the noise.

Buffy grinned at him sheepishly, "Sorry, hands are kinda full, so I figured I'd just kick it down."

"What the bleeding hell are you doing here and with two pizzas?"

Buffy carried the pizzas to the kitchen and sat them on the counter, " Ya know, I was walking around and it came to me, a dangerous vampire who has cable, like yourself, shouldn't be left alone so I got myself some pizza and am going to chain you up in the tub so you don't kill anyone."

An eyebrow rose on the vampire's face, "You were plannin' on eating two pizzas by yourself and holding me hostage in my own bathroom?"

Buffy put a hand on her hip, "You don't think I can get you chained up in the tub."

A slow smile spread across his face, "Oh you're welcome to chain me up any way you like, as for the pizza bit, I don't think a bird small as you can eat much more than bread crumbs."

"Pig"

Spike laughed, "Better Believe it Pet."