A/N Thankyou for the huge response to the last two chapters! Its means so much that you guys review. I hope this chapter is satisfactory! Also, there's been some enquiry as whether Angel is coming back. Do you guys want him back?

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Moondancing Millie

P.S This goes out to my ever-faithful reviewer and beta, Moonlight Silhouette (but I call her Meg), and my bestest buddy-turned relunctant fanfictioner Maz. I love you guys!

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...

"So, how did it go?" asked Willow, excitedly jumping up as soon as Buffy was through the front door. "Did you kick his ass, or did you just cut straight to the smooochies?"

"There was no ass-kick," replied Buffy, sadly. "Or smoochies," she added, even sadder.

Willow looked even more disappointed, as she hung Buffy's jacket up for her. "Not even flirtatious banter?"

"Try Buffy sitting alone for half an hour, sipping a drink, then calling it a night," grumbled Buffy.

"He stood you up?" Willow looked shocked.

"Do you have to put it like that?" asked Buffy, settling in front of the TV, hardly paying attention to the Friends re-run that was playing. Willow handed her popcorn, but Buffy ignored her.

"I'm sorry," Willow replied meekly, furrowing her brow adorably. "But you look like you have something a'brewing inside that little Buffy brain of yours. Do ya?"

"Why? Do you have some nasty little jinx inside your little witchy brain of yours?" Buffy retorted. "'Coz there's no harm in a little vengance..."

"No... but vengance - Buffy, you could ask Anya? I'm sure she'd love to help. With all that ex-demony feelings beneath the surface? She'd pay you to let her cast evilness."

"I guess. I'll call her in a min." She absent-mindedly took a handful of popcorn. "And then I guess I'll just turn in for the night."

"What about patrolling?"

Buffy pulled a face.

"I really can't be bothered," she said, taking another handful. "I'll just get Spike on it. You know he's just dying for a good fight."

"Um... OK," replied Willow. "So I guess I'm still minding Dawn?"

"Oh," said Buffy, ashamed."I completely forgot about Dawn. How is she?"

"Still wishing it was Xander babysitting," groaned Dawn, appearing in the living room in teddy-bear pajamas. "No offence, Wil."

"Some taken," whispered Willow, smiling sadly.

Buffy stood up to kiss Dawn on her forehead, then reached for her jacket. "I'm gonna go fill Spike in on patrolling, then I'll call in on Xander and Anya - see if Anya's in the mood for some vengance."

"Vengance?" echoed Dawn. "As in, boils on a-"

"No!" cried Willow suddenly. "Like... nightmares, right Buff?"

"Uh-huh..." replied Buffy slowly, nodding. "Catch you later, guys."

"But, Buffy!" Willow called out. "Be careful - you know, with the...'nightmares'? 'Cause we all remember when Willow got with the internet-buddiness?"

"I'm not a stupid high-school sophmore anymore, Wil," Buffy said firmly, and she stepped outside, leaving Willow biting her lip furiously, and searching for words.

"Spike! Open up!"

"Sod off, there's a re-run Passions!"

"Spike!" Buffy yelled, banging on the door of his crypt. "I need to talk to you!"

Surprisingly, this worked, and Spike was in the doorway with an expecting expression on his face. "Yes?"

"Don't look so happy," said Buffy, and she invited herself into the crypt. "Wow, you've really done a lot with the place since I was here last... I-"

"Cut the crap, Slayer," replied Spike, rudely. "What do you want?"

"Fancy taking over patrolling tonight?" Buffy accompanied her plea with an adorable little grin. "I'm just not in the mood."

"Date go well?" he asked suddenly, not answering her. "Mr Perfect meet and greet you with roses and serenade you by the bloody moon?"

"That's none of your business, Spike," Buffy whispered timidly, then built herself up again. "Are you going to do patrolling or not?"

"He stood you up!" he cried. "The ponce stood you up and I know it. It's in your eyes.. you're all pathetic-looking and that."

"He didn't stand me up," she replied defiantly, but her expression was unsure. "He was delayed."

"Of course," said Spike, settling down in front of the TV, and turning up the volume. "Why in the world would anybody stand you up?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Buffy, angrily.

"Well," he began. "You're the Slayer. If that's not intimidating, I'm not sure what is."

"Not everybody knows I'm the Slayer," she defended herself. "And I think they like my hair."

"Sure they do, Goldilocks, its like its out of a bloody shampoo advert," he replie absent-mindedly, eyes glued to Passions.

Buffy frowned, but pouted as she spoke her thoughts out-loud. "But what if Mystery Guy took one look at me in the Bronze and turned around, for whatever reason," she whimpered. "What if I'm not girlfriendy material for the living anymore?"

Spike softened, and turned in his armchair to face Buffy.

"Don't worry about m... - I mean, your Mystery Guy," he said.

"I won't." Buffy brightened. "I'm gonna curse him. I'm going straight to Anya's, and we're going to wreak vengance!"

Spike turned paler than his usual living-dead complexion.

"B-B-Buffy!" he blurted, jumped to his feet. "Are you sure that's wise-"

"I deserve some vengance!" cried Buffy. "After Angel and Parker and Riley..."

"But curses? Buff, wait!"

But Buffy was out of the door of his crypt. "Don't forget patrolling!" she called behind her. And then she was out of sight.

"Oh, bugger!" hissed Spike, as he fell over his armchair during his cursing. "Here comes the funny syphillis, then. Bring on the fun."