The sun streamed through the bent up blinds as the phone rang. The ringing continued until Faith picked it up.
"Hello?" She asked groggily.
"Faith, what happened to reporting back to me?" An angry watcher asked.
"Gimme a break will ya it's my birthday and I got busy."
"What vampire did you meet?"
"Ummmm," She thought back to the previous night. "Spike, yeah, that was his name, Spike."
"I'll look into it."
"Ok well I'm tiered and have a hangover…I mean a thankfuler routine and need to go to sleep."
"You said hangover didn't you?"
"Yeah, what're you gonna do about it?"
"Faith, you're the Slayer and on probation for alcohol on the streets. You should lay off the drinking for a while."
"You're not my mom." She said.
"I know, but I'm supposed to protect you." The woman said, genuine concern filling her voice.
"Yeah, from supernatural shit! Not beer and all that crap."
"Well I can hear you're busy. Happy birthday." Faith thought back to the previous night.
"Rose, I was almost killed by Spike. My powers disappeared last night. If I hadn't had holy water I would have been killed."
"I'll look into it."
They hung up the phone and Faith went back to sleep. When she awoke, the sun was just setting. Just as she was about to walk out the door her watcher called.
"Hello?" Faith answered irritably.
"Faith, I need you to go down to the old warehouse on Melrose and oak."
"All right."
"Bye."
Faith grabbed her weapon bag and headed towards the warehouse. No luck for a practice slayage came and that bugged her. When she walked into the warehouse she heard that familiar voice.
"Hello Faith." She whipped around prepared to fight. "Now no need to fight, maybe I just wanted to talk." He smirked. Faith rushed at him but he stepped out of the way. She hit her head on the wall, causing blood to steam out lightly. She swiped her finger along the side of her neck and licked the blood off of it.
"Oh God, what's happening?" She asked, worry filling her voice.
"You don't know?" Spike asked.
"No I don't"
"You have lost your powers." he said aiming a blow at her face witch she blocked with some difficulty.
"What do you mean?"
"On a Slayer's eighteenth birthday, she is tested to see if you can kill a vampire; a strong and powerful one preferably. It's a test by the watchers council. They look for: resourcefulness, imagination, and of course, skill."
"So they lock me in a room with an insane vampire, so I can beat it with out my powers."
"Yeah, that sums it up. Now all I get to do is beat the crap out of you until you surrender." He said kicking her shins, causing her to fall forward. She got up shakily.
'This only took my Slayer powers. I should have my others though.'
Faith aimed a high kicked at his jaw but Spike was too quick and caught it.
"Baby likes to play with the big boys." He smirked and lifted her leg up higher and she winced and hissed in air through her teeth. Faith didn't attempt to try the move from the previous night. "Oh what can't do your little twist?" Spike taunted.
"Just wait until sunrise." She spat.
"Oh no Luv, didn't you look at the windows? No sun can get through the coverings so it's a fight to the death." He lifted her leg higher causing her to fall back and hit her head. She stood up and strode over towards him.
"Yeah well just to let you know you're hott."
He backed up and she pursued.
'I hope this works.'
"I've got more muscles than you've ever dreamed of." She said pressing her body up against his, giving him a full view of her cleavage. "I can make you cry into the middle of the night." She teased his shirt. Spike stared unbelievingly at this Slayer; this was how she was gonna get out of here alive? He pushed her to the ground, pounced on top of her and kissed her fiercely not allowing air to go between them. Hey, he'd still be killing her. She kneed him where the sun don't shine and he gripped it. Faith breathed hard. "I'm not gonna let you suffocate me. Oh yeah, you're a good kisser; minus the trying to kill me part." He smirked.
"You're not so bad yourself. You know, for a Slayer."
"Is that a challenge?"
"Maybe," He paused. "Or maybe not."
She knocked him to the ground and straddled him.
"I'll let you have a taste of my blood and a piece of me if…" She walked her fingers down his chest "You let me go."
"You know I have a girl?"
"She'll never know. Besides, how many chances to you get to 'shag a Slayer?'" She asked faking and English accent.
"Not many." He agreed.
"Well then what have you got to say?"
"You think you can handle me?"