Alright! Thanks for all the feedback guys! Here's your next chapter! I'm gona try to keep them coming. Remember, you are more than welcome to tell me anything you'd like to see, or point out anything I've done wrong "(especially with making the characters stay in character.) There is a plot line to this. There will be evil baddies other than the Initiative. Just stick with me. I need to establish some things before delving further into the plot.

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Chapter Four

Spike woke in bed alone. Instantly he sat straight up in bed, eyes wide and searching the dark space for his girl. The room was empty. Without thought he climbed the ladder and swore when he noticed the empty upstairs and unlocked door. She was gone! She'd left him! Angry, he marched to the door, yanked it open and was greeted by the cold air of night. She was new at this. She'd get herself staked if she wasn't careful. And since the thought of that was so distressing to his demon, he slammed the door shut behind him and stalked off to find her, cursing her name with every step he took.

BTVS

Joy unlike anything she'd experienced coursed through her as she battled the fledgling, spinning and punching and kicking with her new found speed and agility and strength. The fledgling staggered back, falling to his back and held a hand up against the piece of branch she was wielding. "But you're one of us!" he cried as she pierced his heart. She shook her head, sliding the branch into the loop of her jeans. "No," she whispered, "I'm nothing like you."

Giddily, she continued through the cemetery, finding a few single fledglings here and there but nothing to really test her new powers on. Then she stumbled upon a group of males, surrounding a scared human girl from the university. Buffy's Game Face slid down almost unconsciously at the sound of the girls racing heart but she ignored the hunger as she stepped up to the circle. "Party?" she asked, eyeing the group warily.

"Yea, fledgling. Invite only. So back off." The oldest said. And wasn't it just neat how she could tell he was the oldest and leader of their little clan without having a stamp on his forehead? She smiled at him, showing her fangs.

"And see, here I was thinking you were the unwelcome ones."

"Look, beat it or…" the one on her left began but never finished. Her make-shift stake had pierced his heart and left him nothing more than dust.

"You bitch!" the vampire leader cried and sprung at her. Buffy had enough time to dodge him, stake another lackey and yell, "Run!" to the girl before her entire focus was on the group before her. She moved with a grace she'd never felt before, ducking under fists, dancing out of the way of kicks, spinning around lunges, and sliding her stake in and out of their dead flesh as if they were butter. She was down to the three biggest before she even knew it. And they were circling her.

"You would betray your own kind?" One of them spat and she sighed.

"I'm getting that that's going to be a thing with the vamps I dust," she stated and lunged for the closest. But the two on her sides snatched her arms and she was suspended in air between them. The vamp boss slammed his fist into her face and she saw stars. Okay, ow! She lashed out with her legs, catching him in the side of his face, and jerked her body into a spin, yanking her arm out of the right vamps hands and flinging the left vamp away from her with the turn. She grappled for her stake, grabbed it, and shoved it behind her as the vamp boss reached her back. Dust showered her but she didn't have time to shake it off. The other two were enraged and launched at her again. She ducked the punch of the right one, who comically hit the left, and dusted the left while he was distracted.

Vaguely, she smelt blood and heard the thundering of heartbeats but she didn't turn her attention away from the last vampire until she'd knocked him unconscious and driven a stake into his unbeating heart. Then, slowly, she swept the dust off her clothes and rose, sheathing the branch back in her jeans.

"Buffy?" She froze, not willing to turn around. No. She cried in anguish. Not now. Not when the smell of their blood, the sound of their hearts pumping it through the veins, was making it impossible for her to get rid of her Game Face. Not when she hadn't had time to think of what would happen when she met them. Not now!

"Where have you been?" Giles voice demanded in that voice only fathers can use. "We've been worried sick about you. Your mother is beside herself with worry."

Mom. Oh God, she'd have to tell mom. And she'd tried so hard to explain that vampires were bad. Now she'd have to go back on that. "Buffy?" Xander asked again, bringing her out of her thoughts. Time to face the music, she guessed. Slowly, her eyes cast down to the ground, she turned to face them.

"Good Lord," Giles hissed as she finally looked up at them. With a strangled sob Xander fell to his knees.

"No," he repeated over and over, the stake in his hands completely forgotten as he stared at his best friend. "Buffy, no."

Giles' hands were shaking, and when she looked down at them, she realized for the first time that he was holding a loaded cross bow in them. She closed her eyes, opened her arms, and waited for the shot that would end her un-life. A snarl rang around them and she snapped her eyes open even as her demon answered it. Spike was there. Standing between them, arms outstretched like hers had been, Game Face to the front and snarling at Giles.

Instantly she moved, sliding around him with a "No!" and covering his body with her own. "Please, not him."

Giles eyes were wide and filled with horror. "He turned you," he finally whispered and Buffy shook her head.

"My sire is dust on the wind."

Her words shocked him. And he lowered the cross bow, but didn't unload it. Xander was openly weeping on his knees, and Spike was growling softly behind her, his human half completely gone at the rage of his demon. She turned to him, rubbing his arm slowly to get him to turn his attention to her and she whispered, "It's okay." He relaxed slightly, his Game Face slipping away and his blue eyes staring at her with confusion at his demon's reaction and concern for her wellbeing. She'd deal with that later.

"But," Giles stuttered, "You were fighting those vampires. I watched you! You dusted them all." Buffy's own Game Face had dissolved as she turned back to the man she considered a father.

"Still got her soul, she has." She was almost shocked to hear Spike's baritone answer. And even more surprised at the confirmation of what she already suspected. "Nearly died of guilt the first couple of hours. Then could barely stomach the blood I gave her, even though it was from a bag. Couldn't stand the thought of drinking human blood. Sound like a soulless monster to you?"

Why was he defending her? Why was he doing this for her? Giles stared over Buffy's head at Spike, and his gaze hardened. "You've been there from the beginning?" he demanded.

"No. Just since those bloody soldiers drug her into their lair."

That shocked Giles, and Xander was no longer crying. The revelation about Buffy's soul had stopped his tears almost instantly. "I beg your pardon?" Giles stuttered.

Buffy's eyes lowered to the ground. "The commandos. I was cleaning out a nest of vamps when they interrupted. One grabbed me…" For a moment, all was silent. She didn't need to speak what had happened after. She was a vampire now. She cleared her throat and then added, "I woke up in the white cells of their base. And I was like this. Spike saved me. He broke us out, took me to his crypt, and helped me."

Silence again. "I…" Giles began. "I honestly haven't the foggiest how to handle this."

From behind her, Spike spoke up. "How about you go and research why a turned Slayer would still have her soul and what she's capable of. As for the rest, I'm handling."

Giles perplexed expression changed to anger as he took a step toward them. "She's my Slayer…" he began but Spike interrupted.

"Not a Slayer anymore. Sides, m' demon innit gonna let you take her far. Got a fierce thing for hers. And vice versa."

"Truly?" She had the feeling he wanted to interrogate that. "But she's still my Slayer." He corrected and finally, Buffy stepped in.

"Look, do the research. Since I have no desire to kill innocent people, I'm going to keep Slaying. I'll come by tomorrow night but for now I'm going home."

"Home? Shouldn't you tell your mother before you barge into her house?"

Buffy faltered. She'd meant the crypt. And by the soft chuckle behind her, she knew Spike knew which 'home' she was referring to. Which…when had that become home? "I meant the crypt. With Spike. You tell my mother and the rest…prepare them. I'll come by tomorrow night. But Spike knows what I'm going through and has been helping me. I…I need him."

"He's a …" Xander began and her face shifted instantly into Game Face.

"A vampire?" she demanded, staring him down through yellow eyes. Then she shook it off. She was getting better at that. "I'm going back with Spike. I have a soul, obviously, I'll continue to Slay and…I'd like to still have my friends and family. But I won't tolerate violence toward Spike. Not anymore. And I won tolerate you eating them!" He'd been nodding along to her speech and stopped at her words.

"But he looks so nummy." He chuckled as Xander blanched.

"Spike. No hurting my friends." Then she turned back to Giles. "I'm willing to continue on as if nothing happened. Make the necessary changes and move on. The rest is up to you guys. If you are willing to accept me as a vampire."

They remained silent and she sighed. "I'm still Buffy," she reminded quietly.

"You're not going to get a stupid nickname too, are you?" Xander asked jokingly.

Spike growled and she swatted at him. "Nope. Just Buffy. Or Maybe, Buffy the vampire Vampire Slayer. Or..."

"Quite." Giles interrupted. "Well. We have a lot of research to do." He stared at her, for a long moment, and she realized, with a sort of pain, that he wanted them to leave first. He doesn't want to turn his back on us. Fighting back tears, she turned to Spike, snatched his hand, and pulled him with her.

"Buffy," Giles voice stopped her and she turned to look over her shoulder. "For what's it's worth. I'm glad you're okay."

Sadly, Buffy shook her head. "I'm not okay, Giles. I'll never be Okay again."

Btvs

It took Spike all of three second to snatch his hand away from Buffy's once they'd gotten out of sight. Shocked, she stopped to turn questioning eyes on him. "Right," he started, shoving his hands in his pockets to keep from reaching for her hand again. Though he'd never say that to her. "Got a few things we need to clear up, pet."

She frowned at him, staring at his hands in his pockets. "Like what?"

He scoffed. "Like you thinking you own me all of a sudden. Just because I saved you and helped you doesn't mean you get to march all over me like you do those bloody wanna-be-slayers. I'm not your lap dog, pet. I'm not Angel. I don't love you, remember? I didn't even like you till yesterday! So don't you go thinking I'm going to go all White Hat all of a sudden just because you're a vampire and you say so! I'm still the Big Bad!"

She stared at him, a soft smile on her features and he huffed. "What?"

"You said you liked me."

He blinked. "Oh sodden…" he stopped, took a deep breath, and demanded, "Did you hear a word of what I said?"

She was walking toward him, slowly, her lithe body taking deliberate steps closer. Her features changed to the one he preferred and she purred at him. "Something about being…" she reached him, trailing her fingers down his chest, toying slowly with his pant line. Then she leaned in, her lips barely brushing his ear as she whispered, "The Big Bad."

* M RATING FOLLOWS *

He was hard. Damnit. And breathing hard, and his arms were wrapping around her small body, pressing her curves up against his firm one. "'S right," he muttered, "not some bleeding white hat."

"Not at all," she promised, biting the ear she'd been whispering into. "You're the biggest," her lips moved to his neck, "baddest" she kissed his jugular, "vampire of all," and then she sank her fangs into his neck and like a high school teenager he exploded in his jeans, white sparks flashing behind his eyes.

"Bloody Hell," he gasped as he came down from his high. He'd never reacted to a woman like that before. Ever. What the hell kinda game was the Slayer playing? He watched her through hooded eyes as she stepped back, a drip of blood on her bottom lip and just like that he lost control. He stepped to her, snatching her up in his arms so fast she gasped before wrapping her legs around his waist. His lips met hers hard and unyielding, demanding entrance and sucking on every piece of succulent flesh he could get between his lips. She moaned into his mouth and he shoved her back against a mausoleum, grinding his rapidly re-hardening erection into her core.

God he could smell her! "Buffy," he moaned, tearing his lips away from hers to kiss up her jugular. His own human mask had slipped away and he sank his fangs in her neck, feeling the prick of her own fangs sliding back in where they were moments before. Three sips of her divine nectar and he was slipping again. "Spike," she moaned, "Oh Spike," and then her legs tightened and she screamed. It sounded wonderful to his ears and he followed her, growling in her shoulder as he came again.

*SAFE*

Both were gasping for breath, though neither needed air, and both were gazing into the others yellow eyes. Then slowly, their demons retreated, and their human halves came back. Buffy's gray eyes widened in surprise and she shoved him away from her, dropping to the ground. Spike blinked, and then frowned.

"What was that?" she whispered, her hand touching her lips.

Spike did what he normally did in a situation like this. He lit a fag and took a long drag. "I'd say it was our demons, pet. Seems they like each other a bit more than I expected."

"A bit?" she was staring at him, the same hunger that had been in her yellow eyes reflected in her gray ones. "Right." She shook her head. "We should…um…" and it was gone. She was turning away from him, heading back into the direction of his crypt and, sighing, he resigned himself to follow. One thing was for sure. The former Slayer was quite the little animal. He was going to bed her before the week was out. One way or another.

Okay, so tell me what you think? And just as a side note, I'm going to be out of town until Thursday. So I'll update again then. Review!