A/N: I'd like to thank ncisduckie for reviewing.

Ncisduckie: I'm guessing you're not a Dru/Spike fan. While this fic has Spike/Dru as the primary couple, with Bangel as another important part it also has shades of Spuffy and Spangel so I hope you'll enjoy at least one of the other couples.

After Drusilla had fallen asleep Spike was left with his own thoughts. He thought about his new boss, who he wanted to kill, the pretty cheerleader Cordelia, who he wouldn't mind snacking on just to get her to shut up and the weirdly-named Buffy who he mainly just wanted to rape. But everything one of those sinful thoughts popping in his head made his body almost keel over in guilty pain. He didn't crave blood anymore but he still missed the sensational popping feeling he got in his mouth when he tore open the jugular vein and his mouth filled with a warm liquid. He knew as a human blood would probably taste horrible but all the other sensations were still gladly welcomed.

Spike got out of his bed and walked over to the tiny bathroom. He knelt over the toilet and threw up. The guilt was getting to be too much. It was starting to take a physical toll his body. When his stomach was finally empty he got up and walked over to the cedar chest next to the couch in the living room. He opened the lid and took out a few stakes. Since moving to Sunnydale, which was filled with vampires, he realized he needed protection. But he wasn't just going to use the stake for protection tonight; he was going on the hunt.

A little while later Spike was walking through a Sunnydale cemetery, twirling a stake between his fingers. "Come out, come out wherever y'are, lil' vamps," he said. He walked for a while without any luck and decided to learn against a grave marker while he smoked a cigarette or two. While smoking, Spike wondered if he should look into quitting, now that cigarettes could actually kill him.

Just as he was ready to call it a night, the ground below his feet moved. He jumped to the side and watched as hands pushed the dirt to the side and a figure emerged. When the newly born vampire was fully out of its grave it looked around its surroundings and saw Spike. Spike remembered when he had been sired. He had had a lust for blood and fed on the first human he saw.

The vampire jumped at Spike clumsily, which Spike easily side stepped. He picked up his stake and aimed it towards the heart but vampire grabbed his hand. The vampire was much stronger than the now human Spike. With its other hand it smacked Spike in the head, tossing him a few yards away. Spike was dizzy but he had no time for a concussion. He jumped back on his feet, stake still in hand and ran towards the vampire. The vampire ran towards Spike and at the last second, before they collided, Spike took a dodge to the left and the vampire tripped over him. Spike rolled back onto his feet and ran toward the vampire who was now lying on the ground. He held the stake above the vampire's back, preparing to jam it all the way through to the heart, but couldn't bring himself to lower the stake.

Only a few months before Spike had been a vampire too. How could he bring himself to kill his own kind?

The vampire didn't hesitate, though, and rolled over to his back, jumped on his feet and twirled Spike around. He was preparing to take a bite out of Spike neck and Spike wondered if death would be a sweet release.

As Spike closed his eyes, ready for death, the vampire holding him turned to dust. Spike looked at the spot that the vampire had been standing in seconds before and instead saw a young blonde: Buffy from his English class.

"You shouldn't be hanging out in cemeteries at night in Sunnydale, Mr. Pratt," she said. "It's very dangerous." Buffy started to walk away.

"Yer the bloody slayer," Spike said.

Buffy turned around on her heel, surprise and shock on her face. "How do you…no…I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, let me clarify, yer the bloody vampire slayer," he said. "Better?"

Buffy sighed and placed her hands on her hips. "How do you know about vampires and slayers?"

Spike leaned against another grave marker that was near him and lit up another cigarette. He really should cut down on the death sticks. "I've travelled a lot in my days; seen a lot of things. Sum of those things have fangs." He took a drag of his cigarette. "When were ya called?"

"When I was 14." Buffy's lips trembled slightly, as if remember a bad memory.

"That's a lot fer a 14-year-old to take on."

"Vamps attacked my school, the one back in Beverly Hills. I lit the gym on fire to kill the vamps and save the other students. It got me expelled. I lost my friends, ran away and then when I came back I found out my parents were getting a divorce. Last year my mom moved us here. And let me tell you, the vamp problem is a lot worst in Sunnydale."

"Because of the Hellmouth?" Spike said. His cigarette was almost gone but there was still a few more drags left.

"How did you—you know a lot, huh?"

"I've got more life experience than you think." Spike took one final drag and then threw it to the ground. He stomped it flat and gave Buffy the rest of his attention.

"You're not too good at fighting vamps though, huh?"

"Oi! I had that guy right in my sights—and then I hesitated—but if I hadn't hesitated then I would've been the one with dust on my boots."

Buffy little out a small giggle. "And if I hadn't saved your ass then you'd be dead."

Spike crossed his arms and sighed. She was right though, he almost died. "I'm a little out of practice. I've also lost a bit of strength since the last time I fought a vamp. I'm sure after a little training I'll be as good as new."

Buffy's eyes lit up. "You're a watcher," she said.

"I ain't one of those poofs."

"Then what are you?"

"Just a guy who turned down the wrong ally one night."

Buffy cocked her head up sideways, as if she was thinking. "If all you need is a little training to brush up on your skills you should come by the library and train with me. Maybe Giles can even teach you a few new things."

"Giles?"

"My watcher. He's also the school librarian. Not many people in Sunnydale realize what's going on, it's like there is magical blindfold over their eyes, but Giles and my friends do. And you do. You could help us in the good fight."

"I don't know Buffy."

"Oh, just come by and meet everyone after school tomorrow, okay?"

"Ya know Buffy," Spike said slowly.

"Yeah?" she said with gleaming hope in her eyes.

"Yer name really does sound stupid."

A/N: Thanks for reading. Please review!