This takes place during the second season in New York when Faith lived there. Oh yeah, Kendra was never called.
She took a shot and paused. Something wasn't right and she knew it. A dark presence was there and she knew it was close. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a hott guy move to the door with a woman. The brunette stood up and attempted to leave but was stopped by a drunken male.
"Let go." She warned slowly so as to make her point. He held her shoulder with a grip like iron.
"No, you pretty and I want some fun." He said, his words slurring together. She took the money, stuffed it in her bra and punched him in the groin.
"How's that for your fun?" She sneered and headed out the door following the guy. She found him just about to feed on his victim.
"Hey!" She called. He turned his head and looked at her. She looked at the woman whom he was about to feed on. "Go home." She ordered and the woman took off into the night. Faith looked at her kill. He wore black leather, had bleached blonde hair and crystal blue eyes.
"Ok, Luv, you just took my meal, now I'm pissed."
"Oh did I ruin poor Englishman's meal?" She taunted. "I'm sooooo sorry." She said, sarcasm filling every syllable. She punched him sending him flying. "But not as sorry as I am for that." He responded with a blow to the jaw. "Is that the best you got?" She asked with a raised eyebrow
"I should be asking you the same." He smirked. "So, what's this Slayer's name?"
"Faith." She said sending a high kick his way. He caught it and held on.
"Let's see how flexible this one is." He said pulling it higher. Faith kicked up her other leg, twisted and landed in a pouncing position.
"Well for one thing, she's stronger than any of them." Faith commented. "Seeing how I'm gonna kill you, I might as well know your name."
"I don't think you're gonna kill me Luv, but if you must know, it's Spike."
"Why aren't I gonna kill you?"
"Because, Luv, you don't have a weapon. Besides that, do you know who I am?"
"Spike." She said sarcastically while jumping on top of the low roof of the bar. He followed her and kicked her off. Faith landed hard on her back but stood up.
"Well yeah I'm Spike, but I'm also the Slayer of two Slayers."
"Oh well that's nice." She said. "But I really gotta go because I have school and my birthday's tomorrow." He smirked and moved in front of her. "Look, Spike if that really is your name, it's been fun but I have to go patrol before I hit the hay."
"And you have to get rid of the evidence that you have a shot of…" He sniffed the air. " vodka?"
"No it was JD and Vodka and it was more than one." She said and then collapsed against the wall
"How many did you have Luv."
"I don't know, like seven?"
"This should be easy." He said as he grabbed her throat and squeezed. To his surprise she didn't fight. Suddenly he felt a burning on his chest. He dropped her, and tried to stop it. "What did you do?"
Faith smirked and held up a silver cross.
"I don't need a stake to kill you, just the sunrise." She pounced on him and tied a cross to his chest. Spike easily threw the slayer off and pounced for the kill. She struggled and realized her strength was gone.
"Oh God! What's happening?"
"Well," Spike smirked thinking that this one was gonna taste better than any other. "I'm going to kill and turn you."
She reached for her bottle of water in her jacket pocket, took a bunch in her mouth, and spit in his face. It immediately started to burn and hiss. As he reached for his face, the Slayer ran. Faith usually never ran from a fight, but she had no strength and knew she was gonna die if she didn't get home. She ran into her cold, damp one bed-room apartment and searched for a weapon. This was gonna be a long night for her. Before she knew it she was into a deep sleep.