"Buffy, this isn't what it looks like." Faith said defensively.

"Oh really? It looks to me like you're making out with the vampire who's tried to kill me on numerous

Occasions."

"Slayer, if it's any consolation to you, I've tried to kill her plenty of times too."

"Oh, Faith, I knew you had no morals but you're sleeping with a killer?"

"I'm not sleeping with him. You shouldn't be talking. The last person you slept with lost his soul and tried to destroy the world."

"Don't you dare bring Angel into this." Buffy warned a flash of danger in her eyes.

Buffy rushed at Faith and tackled her to the ground. She aimed blows at her face until Spike pulled her off and gripped her around the neck and held her wrists so that if she moved his clutch would tighten

"Spike let me go."

"No Slayer. I only like her. Doesn't mean I won't kill you."

"Spike I'm warning you."

"Face it Slayer, you've got no weapons, none of your little Scoobies and on top I have you so I can do what ever I want. He leaned down and nibbled her neck, letting the blood flow freely down the side of her neck. He licked it and then threw her to the ground. "I'll make you a deal…if you can make it to safety then I won't kill you…today. To make it even fairer, I'll give you a three second head start…starting three seconds ago." He lunged at her and she scrambled out of his grasp and picked up her feet. Buffy ran through the streets and looked for a safe, non public place. Her home was a few blocks away and she started to feel faint due to the blood loss. She tore the bottom of her soft cotton shirt and tied it tightly around her neck trying to stop the flow, but the blood was flowing to quickly and soon it bled through the cloth. Buffy felt Spike following her and due to the blood loss collapsed on the sidewalk. She started to crawl frantically and could just see Willow's house. Just as she was about to make in Willows yard when Spike's heavy leather boots stepped in front of her. He looked down with a smirk on his face. "That's pathetic Slayer. You didn't even fight." He stooped down and gripped her neck tightly. Tears streamed down her face and mixed with the blood running down the black turtle-neck sweater, her blonde hair was disheveled and bits of leafs and grass were visible. Spike threw her against the trunk of the tree and watched as she slipped down. He walked over and straddled her while leaning in to her ear. "Now, that's how I like my Slayers. Helpless." Spike closed in for the kill when Buffy screamed out

"WILLOW!"

All in one swift movement, Spike made the holes deeper and drank ravenously. He felt her life draining and her taste was rich like dark chocolate. Spike was just about to finish the job when he felt a hot sting on the nape of his neck. He turned his head to see the Slayers witch standing there with an upset expression etched in her features.

"Spike…Leave…Her…Alone." She commanded through gritted teeth.

"Make me."

"Inflamare." She said. Fire came out of her finger tips and landed on his duster.

"Impressive Red, but I'm still hungry. So if you'll just let me finish with your friend I'll eat you too."

"INFLAMARE!" His whole duster caught on fire and rapidly spread.

Spike ran into the night calling back.

"YOU AND YOUR SLAYER WILL PAY FOR THIS. MARK MY WORDS."

Willow called Xander out and they carefully with struggles brought the Slayer inside the house and set her on the couch. Xander felt her pulse and knew it was fading quickly.

"Wills we've gotta get her to the hospital."

Willow rushed to the phone and called 911.

"Operator what is your emergency?"

"We have a young girl who has—has—suffered blood loss at her neck and her pulse is fading quickly."

"Okay, I need your address."

"Umm, 1234 Revello drive."

"We're sending a hospital until out there right now."

"Please hurry."

"Yes do hurry, the last thing we want is another Slayer called."

A voice said from the doorway.