I finally updated. Yay!

Not much happens in this chapter, but don't worry it's setting it up for more. I have it all planned out.

I'll try and update soon, it's holidays for me so I probably will maybe next week, or week after because I might not have internet next week, and therefore might not be able to update. Well, I'll update when I do.

Spike had his music blaring loudly as he entered the town of Sunnydale, smiling slightly when he caught sight of the 'Welcome to Sunnydale' sign. It was battered and broken from the years of being trashed by the local youth, and the many times he himself had run it over. He brought his wrist up so he could read his brand new watch he got for Christmas. 3:30-Allie was probably asleep now, so Spike didn't see the problem with a quick patrol through the cemetery. Somebody had to keep the demon population down, and he was more than happy to lend a hand.

The two closest cemeteries were the Restfield Cemetery and Sunnydale Cemetery. Both were usually teeming with vampires, but Restfield was on his way home. Spike took a left turn, narrowly missing a young tree, and parked his car just in front of the entrance to Restfield. Usually he wouldn't patrol on his own, he couldn't fight well anymore. He had human strength that was average at best, but he knew the right moves and punches. So as long as there was no more than one beastie at a time, he could generally hold his own. If there was more than one, he would usually just make for the nearest exit.

When she came to, Buffy was lying in the gutter with her face cushioned by a pillow of wet, smelly leaves. She tried to get up but her body wouldn't cooperate, so she gave up and lay her head back down. Her body was still aching horribly but her head wasn't spinning so much.

Just as she was about to shut her eyes again, a head appeared above her and she felt a hand wrapping around her arm. She was pulled to her feet, but almost collapsed under the weight of her own body, which wasn't that much. The person, who she could still not see, let a stream of air out of their nose in an angry gesture before picking Buffy up in their arms, and all she could do was lie there.

Spike walked out of the cemetery and back to his car. It had been a pretty successful patrol, a vamp and two particularly small demons. He was fine, just a couple of bruises and scratches. His jacket, however, had not come out completely unscathed. His black jacket, not to be confused with his leather coat, was now sporting a messy hole all the way down the sleeve and along the bottom it was tattered and torn from the second demon's claws. While Spike had reached for the knife in his back pocket the demon, that reached no higher then his knee, had jumped up and, while attempting to climb up to Spike's face to kill him, had ripped down the jacket multiple times. By time Spike reached the knife, the jacket was pretty much ruined. He thanked God for his extra tough jeans that encased his legs and protected them from the razor sharp claws.

Spike felt his phone vibrating in his pocket that was, amazingly, still in contact. He pulled out the phone and flipped it open, raising it to his ear.

"Ello?"

"Spike. Is that you?" he didn't immediately recognise the voice, and was still cautious. It could be one of the blokes that were after him because of a couple of deals he had made.

"Depends. Who are you?"

"Spike, it's me. Xander. You know, your father in law."

"Xander, right. Sorry. Anything in particular you wanted?"

"Yes, actually, can you tell Allie that we won't be there for a couple of days, maybe a week."

"I guess. And just so you know, you're a shit father. She travelled all this way to see you and you don't even bother to turn up on time. She loves you, no matter how screwed up you all are." Spike's voice got louder until he was shouting.

"Spike, when I care what you think I will let you know. And it's not our fault we're going to be late. We have to visit some old friends, and it's a little more important than visiting that girl."

'That girl' Spike thought 'What type of father calls their daughter "that girl"'

"You know, I only put up with you lot because of her. She may love you, but I don't, and if you hurt her there won't be enough pieces left of you left to bother burying"

The threat was empty, and Xander knew it. But if anybody was going to mess with Allie, they would have to go through Spike first. He would defend her with his life.

"Please, Spike, you don't even have strength anymore. Even I could kick your butt in a fight."

Spike hung up. No use saying goodbye and he figured the whelp had nothing else to say, or he would've said it earlier. But what he said was true, and hit a little close to home. He couldn't fight, he couldn't protect anyone. And if someone was to try and hurt Allie, he couldn't stop them.

Buffy couldn't tell where they were. All she had seen the entire way was the night sky above her as the person walked quickly down road after road. Every now and then Buffy could see a building that was higher than most and managed to stick into her view, most of the buildings were derelict and dark.

They seemed to have been walking for hours when they finally stopped, but the man wasn't even tired. He slung Buffy over his shoulder as he reached around in his pocket, pulling out a ring of keys. He thrust a few in the oversized lock, which was placed haphazardly on a giant metal door, until he got the correct one in, twisting it with a satisfying clunk. The door swung open and Buffy lifted her head.

It was almost anticlimactic; she had been anticipating something more, not the tiny room in front of her. The room was almost completely empty, apart from a few chairs, and covered in stains and dust. Dirty and disgusting, yes, but not scary or threatening.

Some people would be relieved, but Buffy had never been that worried in the first place. Sure she was feeling like crap, but if worse came to worse she was sure she could place a strategic punch and make a run for it. She wouldn't admit it, but she was slightly curious. What would anyone want with her anyway? This guy was human, she could hear his heart beat, and there wasn't anything majorly threatening in the room.

What's the worst that could happen?

Oooh. Suspense.

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