A/N - Wow. The response to this story was amazing - I didn't realise how many people read Buffy fanfics. Thank-you guys so much, and I hope I replied to all the signed reviews I recieved. If I didn't, I'm sorry, and I'll make sure to next time. Can there be a next time? Can you review again? Pretty please?

I'm sorry if this isn't very good. There were some really great bits in here, then I was logged out! I was furious, and there was no way to get them back.. So, sorry about that.

Enjoy - Moondancing Millie

SUMMARY: After failed relationships with both Angel and Riley, Tara and Willow suggest online dating for Buffy. Relunctantly, she signs up, only to receive the biggest shock of her life. Maybe this Slayer is destined to be with a vampire after all...

Spike stuck out his chin proudly and pulled his leather coat onto his shoulders. Finally, he had Buffy where he wanted her. He was going a real date with Buffy - Buffy Summers - the girl, no woman - he'd been in love with for ages. All the suffering he'd been through - with Harmony and that bloody unicorn - aswell as the sodding chip that had been implanted in his skull, was finally going to be worth it. Buffy was free of that nancy-boy Riley, and he could sit her down and she would fall in love with him too, and they'd live happily ever after...

At least, that was the plan.

Buffy stood in front of her mirror, pouting. She fiddled nervously with her hair, then frowned. That was it, she was changing. But this was the last time, she swore.

It would have been easier if Buffy knew the occasion. She knew for Slayer-wear it was something durable, yet adorable. For date-wear, it was something bordering on slutty with just a hint of innocence. But what do you wear for a maybe-date, maybe ass-kicking?

She slung her long blonde hair into a ponytail, and kicked off her stilletos. Whilst searching for her biker boots, she wrestled with a pair of cropped denims. Wipe off the pink lippy and add a dash of dangerous red, and she was fit to go. This William wouldn't know what hit him.

"Is everything O.K?" Buffy called out downstairs. "I'm going now. Is Dawn OK?"

"Dawn's fourteen, and doesn't need a sitter," scowled her sister from the bottom of the stairs.

"You'd be fine if it was Xander sitting instead of Willow,"said Buffy, with raised eyebrows.

"Welll...well...you suck, Buffy," replied Dawn. "Being the sister of the Chosen One is all night-time and poof-ing vampires. One of these days I'm gonna show you I don't need a sitter."

"I'm going now," she repeated. "Be good."

"Yadda, yadda, yadda..." muttered Dawn, but she let Buffy kiss her on the forehead anyway.

Since her mom's car had to be sold, there was no other way to the Bronze but to walk. Buffy suddenly felt better in her biker boots. Stylish-yet-affordable stilletos aren't great for walking into vamp-infested territory.

Buffy gazed at the sky as she began walking. She liked dusk : it was time when she could be Buffy Summers: normal girl, just for the few seconds where she anticipated the darkness, and the vampires she'd soon be facing on patrol. For normal people, she guessed this was like Christmas Eve.

She couldn't think of life as being anything but the Slayer now, but sometimes she thought life would be much simpler if all she had to worry about was school and dating. But no, just that much responsiblity wasn't good enough for Buffy Summers. She had to have the world's wellbeing on her shoulders too.

As she neared the Bronze though, the teenage fears Buffy thought she'd left behind at 16 started creeping in. Was it slutty to kiss on a first date? What if he didn't like her outfit? What if she wasn't what he had been expecting? Should she have straightened her hair more?

Oh for God's sake, thought Buffy furiously. It's not even a date. Its just a ...

Thing.

The blackboard outside the Bronze read : DJ tonight. Buffy paid her cover, and headed inside. The darkness of the nightclub swamped her, and Buffy grinned. Nightime had begun - and this was her Christmastime. She liked it even better like this.

Spike sat alone by the bar, half-mindedly scanning the menu. Finally, he came to the conclusion that they really had nothing to match the onion flower, and set it down, exhaling heavily. Where was she?

Suddenly, a group of adolescents broke apart with their soft drinks - bless them - and Spike could see her. The golden glow of her hair, the dangerous sparkle of her eyes... He ran a hand through his hair, and went to greet her.

"Fancy meeting you here," he said in her ear, as she came closer. She looked distracted, however, and replied to Spike absent-mindedly.

"Not now Spike, I'm meeting someone here. Haven't you got anywhere else to be pathetic and useless?"

Spike frowned. "Hot date, pet?" he asked, wondering if this confusion was Buffy's idea of foreplay.

Buffy sighed, and turned to him. "Yes, OK?" she replied, irritably. "So I'd appreciate it if you weren't here being a pain in my ass."

Then Spike saw. She really didn't understand.

"Right then," said Spike gruffly, shrugging his coat back on. "I'll sod off, and I hope the bugger doesn't stand you up."

And off he went, leaving Buffy to buy her own drink at the bar. Buffy waited, stirring a margherita. What was Spike doing here? she thought. Did he have a hote date too? Maybe it was just a coincedence? Or maybe he was just stalking her.

Pevert.

Half an hour passed before Buffy realised this date wasn't going to take place. She paid for her drink, and stood up, gathering her things. Stood up! This William really had crossed the line.

Storming out of the Bronze with half a mind to collect her cover back, Buffy was lost in her own revenge plans. Twice in two days this William had made this Slayer mad, and she was going to get him. But if he ended up with funny syphilis on his parts by the time she'd finished, she wasn't going to be held responsible. That was his own damn fault.