"Do you hear that?" Buffy looked up at Spike, mug of blood only inches from her lips.
"'Course I do." He ignored the sound though, and flipped on the tv.
"Is there something out there?" She asked, eye brows raising. She may not be the slayer, but she was still Buffy right? She could still help people. She had to help people. It wasn't so much her duty now as much and it was her.
"Probably some new fledges." He shrugged not looking away from the tv.
"Well we've got to stop them." She looked at him expectantly.
He did a double take, looking at her, to the tv, and then very quickly back to her with wide eyes. "What?" He stared at her with sudden realization. "You don't think I'm going out there to kill my own kind do you?" Shaking his head, he laughed humourlessly. "Oh no pet, I'm not all righteous and people saving. Oh no, that's you." He shook his head, returning his attention to the tv.
"Fine, well I'm going." She jumped towards the door, looking around for a second for any kind of stake-ish weapon, though obviously Spike didn't have any on hand.
"Fine." He said in such a Spike way. He scoffed at her retreating figure, watching her huff and puff her way from the crypt. "Crazy bint," he mumbled flipping the channel. "Go ahead and get yourself staked love! Don't come crying to me!" He called after her, hearing the door slam in such a fury that the deadened home shuddered.
For a few minutes, Spike watched some men in a mob threaten each other with bullets through their skulls, before he saw the corpse of a small blonde teenage girl. Obviously the girl the men were fighting over. There was a shovel beside her, and the distant sound of sirens. "Bloody hell." Spike snarled when his undead heart panged at the site of a girl so much like Buffy laying dead. He pulled himself from his leather chair, and pulled the crypt door open.
Out in the chilly night air, he noticed the piles of dust staining the shadowy grass. The stars mocked him, laughing between themselves as his eyes widened impossibly, praying that the dust wasn't from his slayer. He had just told her to get herself dusted hadn't he? Or, something close to that. "Damn it." He closed his eyes, suppressing the panic long enough to find her scent. He released a hard breath and let his eyes lead him to the edge of the graveyard. He sniffed at the air every couple of feet, making sure he was still on the right path. Though suddenly, when he noticed another spread of dust, he found himself at a dead end. The slayer's scent stopped there. Panicking, he raced through the streets searching for his lost cause.
"Thanks for putting me up." Buffy said quietly to Willow. "I know inviting me in was probably kind of weird." She gave her friend a half smile, and then pulled Willow's bed covers up to her chin.
From beside her, Willow smiled tiredly. "It's ok, I trust you Buffy." After a beat, "But what happened with Spike? I mean, you guys were so good just a few hours ago." Worry filled her eyes, as that teenage relationshipy stuff worked its magic on her expression.
"Oh, it was nothing really." She shook her head slightly, looking down, a forced smile on her lips. "He just kinda made it seem like he didn't want me around... Like I was some sort of pain..."
"What? But Buffy, Spike loves you! I mean, I think he does, does he?" Her lips remained slightly parted, waiting for her answer.
"I – I don't know. But it doesn't matter. He'd probably end up trying to kill me eventually." The blonde joked, lightening the mood successfully.
"Yeah hey, you don't have to worry about him losing a soul, so you never know." She winked suggestively, knowing that Buffy would know exactly what she was talking about.
"Hey," Buffy shoved Willow teasingly. "It's not like that." Another pause, "Yet." She looked up out of her eyelashes smiling.
"oooh I sense some intense making up when you go back." Willow raised her eyebrows just as high as she smiled.
"Bloody hell!" Spike cursed again, stomping down the streets, nearing hysterics. "Where is she – Buffy!" He called out angrily.
"What, lose her already?" A dark voice chuckled from behind him. Whipping himself around for a fight, he caught sight of Angel, luring nearby. "Couldn't hold onto her long enough Spike?" He clicked his tongue over the name mockingly.
"Not now Angel, the girls gone and bloody got herself dust if she's lucky." He shook his head, trying to refrain from getting himself into a fight where he may just meet his match. His grand-sire was no one to mess with. He shoved past him and continued down the side walk.
"And what exactly do you mean by that?" Angel snarled, game face on, as he pulled Spike's shoulder and making him spin around to face him.
"What I mean is, slayer's gone all righteous and holy and went off to fight the vampires, and I just happened to come to a dead end on slayer-scent at the last big pile of dust!" He said each word as though he were speaking to a small incompetent child, voice raising more shrill each word.
Angel watched his face for a second, letting the realization slowly work its way in. "I'll find her." He growled. "Go back to your crypt Spike."
"So now we can make with the munchies!" Willow chirped, loudly throwing the crinkly bag of chips onto Buffy's stomach. "Just let me put the movie on, and we can turn out the lights, it'll be just like old times! You know, except without the whole Angel coming to kill me and my fish thing." She smiled again as Buffy laughed and bite noisily into a chip.
"You know, even though my diet is solely blood now – gross as that is – I don't think I will ever stop liking the tastiness of good old potato chips." She threw Willow a sideways glance, smirking. "Especially the yummy cheesy ones." She crunched another one in her mouth as the red haired girl flicked out the lights and pushed play on the player.
They didn't get to see the ending though, they were both dozing soundly after the first twenty minutes of movie.