Hey, y'all, this is my first Buffy fanfic, so please be nice if you review. Anyway, this came to me while I was on a Buffy RPG, and it wouldn't go away until I wrote this. So, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own all the characters of Buffy…and the sky's green, and the grass is blue...oh, wait, I forgot to take my medication.

Prologue

"Angel, you can't leave again," Buffy grabbed the ensouled vampire's hand. "It was too hard the first time."

"But Buffy," he kept his gaze away from hers. "you know what will happen…"

"I know, but I missed you so much…" She felt his resolve crumbling. "Besides, Willow said that she did a spell so, for the next few hours nothing will happen if…you have a moment of perfect happiness," Buffy finished softly.

"Really?" Angel turned around and looked at her carefully. "Nothing will happen?"

"Nothing," Buffy repeated, taking her hand from his and wrapping her arms around his neck. He reciprocated by putting his arms around her waist and pulling her into a deep kiss. She eagerly kissed him back, tightening her hold on him. She moaned as he moved his hands over body, finally pulling off her shirt. She pulled off his in turn, and soon they were completely naked on her bed. After they finally finished they lay there, in each other's arms. After a while they eventually broke apart and dressed.

"I love you," Angel said, enwrapping her in another hug. "but I have to go back to L.A., I'm sorry."

"I love you too," She smiled sadly at him. "and I knew you'd say that." He returned the smile and kissed her once more time before leaving.

Seventeen Years Later

"Damn, I hate patrolling," the girl muttered, hearing a fight going on inside the cemetery she stood outside of. She tightened her grip on the stake hidden in her jacket pocket, while picking her way through the tombstones. The fight grew louder as she got closer before she found it behind a large, and musty, open crypt. She stayed hidden, her feeling of justice rising when she saw two vampires hold a third's arms, keeping him down to the ground, as a fourth beat him as hard as he could. "I knew you guys were evil, but I thought you had some sense of fairness," she stepped into their view, holding out her stake.

"You thought wrong," the fourth vampire stopped beating his victim and looked up at her for a moment. Then he lunged at her. She easily sidestepped him and lodged the wooden weapon into his heart. In less than a minute later he was dust. She picked up the stake and twirled it with her fingers, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Who's next?" she asked, as the two vampires looked at each other fearfully and fled. She shook her head, still smirking, before throwing the stake through the vampire's chest, reducing him to dust. The other grinned back at her, before feeling something pierce through his chest. He gasped as he turned to dust. "Gotta love spares," the girl quipped, turning to the vampire on the ground, "what'd they want with you?"

"Well, when you kill other vampires and demons, every once in a while a few decide to get even," his replied, his voice thick with a British accent. "Who are you, the latest Slayer?"

"Something like that," she answered. "how come you kill vamps instead of demons?"

"Soldier boys put a chip in my head. Can't hurt anything living." He tried to stand, but due to a large bruise on his head, he fell back down, the world spinning.

"Here, want some help?" She offered her hand to him. He grabbed it gratefully, and she pulled him up, and pulled his arm over her shoulders.

"Thanks, love," he leaned on her slightly as his dizziness slowly left. "I owe you."

"Owe me one later," she led him to her car, which was parked just outside the cemetery.

Where're we going?"
"To put you in a motel."

"Then could you get the cooler out of that crypt and bring it with us," he asked as she helped him into the backseat.

"Why not?" she rolled her eyes and dumped the cooler into the trunk. "What's your name?" she finally asked, sliding into the front seat.

"Spike," he answered, reclining as much in the backseat as he could.

"Your human name?"

"I was William before becoming the Big Bad."

"The 'Big Bad'?" she snickered. "Very nice."

"What about you, love, what's your name?"

"The name's Corina, but my friends call me Cori for short," she stopped the car at a cheap motel.

"How much do I owe you?" Spike lay on top of the clean, if shabby, bed.

"Seventy bucks," she informed him, dropping the cooler next to the bed. She glanced at Spike's injuries and sighed. She filled the ice bucket with water and grabbed one of the white motel towels, before putting them on the end table beside the bed. "Here," she soaked the towel and wrung out the excess water, using it to clean off his face. "That feel better?"

"Much better," he grinned at her for a moment, before she 'accidentally' pressed too hard on his split lip. "Except for that."

"Sorry," she smirked, not sounding very sorry at all. "What's in the cooler?"

"Pigs' blood," the bleach blonde answered. "Could you hand me some?"

"Sure," she tossed a bag of blood to him. "I gotta go," Corina checked the time. "I'll be back tomorrow," she called over her shoulder, heading out to her car.

"See you then, love," he called back.

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