The Vampire
Written by Belle_Joy
Rating: M15+
Pairings: Buffy and Spike
Disclaimer: I own no one and nothing, especially the characters in this story. I'm merely borrowing them for the pure pleasure of messing with their lives.
Willow was exhausted from following Spike back to his crypt. He had practically run all the way there and now she couldn’t breathe. For the first time in her life she was glad to be at his crypt.
Spike (grinning): Tired Red?
Willow: No. (Panting) Well, maybe a little bit.
Spike: You want something to drink?
He asked as he headed toward the cooler.
Spike: I don’t know how cool it will be, what with no electricity and all I have to rely on ice to keep my drinks cold.
He picked up a packet of blood and began pouring it into a mug.
Willow: You want me to drink blood?
Spike (sarcastically): Yeah, I want you to drink blood.
Willow: Well I am not gonna.
Spike: Ok, then how about a Diet Coke?
Willow: You have Diet Coke?
Spike (shaking his head): No.
Willow: Oh.
Spike chuckled to himself. It really was too easy with this one. He grinned and threw her a can of Diet Coke. She looked at him oddly like she didn’t know what to make of the can in her hand.
Spike (sighing): Don’t worry it really is coke.
That seemed to appease her and she opened the can and drunk from it daintily. Spike couldn’t help but notice how different she was from his Buffy. Buffy was better at the verbal confrontations, and she was never dainty. Well, he supposed she would be in the right situations. Spike looked around his crypt making a mental list of the items he was going to take with him to Buffy’s. He figured he should take as much blood as possible because that gave him less of a reason to leave the house.
Spike: Well Red, what would you like to carry? My underwear or my blood.
He smirked at her then let out a throaty chuckle when she crinkled her nose in disgust.
Willow: How about I carry… umm…
Spike: It’s ok, I was gonna wait till dark to actually take my stuff to Buffy’s. Means I don’t have to run.
Willow: Well, sure, that’s a good idea. But ah, what do we do in the mean time?
Spike waggled his eyebrow at her. Again she crinkled her nose in disgust. He laughed. This was too easy. That was one of the things he loved about Buffy, he could have a long and inventive vocal spar with her, until she wrinkled her nose in disgust. He picked up a magazine from a table and passed it to Willow.
Spike: Here you can read this.
Willow: You buy magazines?
Spike: They are funny; I like to see people making wankers out of themselves.
Willow: Oh, can I sit here?
She pointed to the end of Spike’s bed. She chose that place because it looked the most comfortable amongst all the concrete and brick that surrounded her. She knew he was going to wiggle his eyebrow at her, and he did look awfully sweet when he did that, but it was incredibly annoying.
Spike: Huh? Oh sure, yeah sit wherever you like.
That was odd, thought Willow. He seemed distracted. She noticed he seemed to be prowling around the room, almost like a dog. He was stopping in certain places and then sniffing the air.
Willow: What’s the matter?
Spike: Shh…
Willow (whispering): What’s wrong?
Spike (sighing exasperated): There was someone here. I am trying to find out who or what it was.
Willow: How are you going to do that?
Spike (pointed to his nose): I can smell them.
Willow (to herself): Of course.
Spike sniffed the air for another 20 mins. Willow began to get fidgety at her place on the end of his bed. Finally he straightened up and said,
Spike: I think it was just another vampire.
Willow: What would another vampire be doing here?
Spike: Come for a spot of violence I reckon. I am not exactly the most popular vampire at the moment.
Willow: Well, it’s a good thing you are moving to Buffy’s for awhile. Maybe she can protect you too.
Spike (scoffing): I don’t need protecting.
Suddenly a burly vampire with long hair came tearing through Spike’s crypt. Startled, Spike pushed Willow aside to the floor. She watched in shock as the two vampires began to fight. At first it looked like the larger man was gaining ground, he threw punch after punch into the blondes face making his nose and lip bleed. At one point Spike managed to duck so the other vamp’s hand slammed into the hard concrete behind his head. Spike took this opportunity to grab the back of his opponent’s neck and smashed him face first into the wall. It was then Spike’s turn to wail on his attacker, he kneed him in the back and sent him to the floor. Spike really was surprisingly strong for his size. He knelt on the other vampires back with one knee and took a hold of his pony tail and repeatedly smashed his head on the floor.
Spike: What are you doing here? Who sent you? Who are you working for?
He accentuated each question with a punch in the kidneys.
Vampire: It was my boss. Grant. Josef Grant. Please don’t kill me.
Spike: Gee, you crumbled fast. Wonder what your dear old boss would think of that.
Vampire: Just please don’t kill me.
Spike got up off the vampire’s back and lifted him off the ground; he roughly pushed him through the front door of his crypt.
Spike: You’re already dead you twit. Don’t ever come back ‘cos then I really will stake you.
Spike walked back over to where he had shoved Willow and held out a hand for her to get up. She took it gingerly.
Spike: You ok Red?
Willow: I’m fine. How are you?
Spike: Ah, it’s nothing a little rest won’t fix.
He leaned against the wall and took out a cigarette. He closed his eyes and began to puff, thinking to himself what a pain it was that he could only fight demon’s and his own kind. However, it did mean he got to be in the Slayer’s good books every now and then.
Suddenly, the vampire from before lunged at him, holding a stake. Apparently he hadn’t left when Spike pushed him out the door. He had caught Spike by surprise and this had left him with no way to defend himself. He was just about to sweet talk the other vampire when he suddenly burst into dust, covering Spike from head to toe. He looked at the mess.
Spike: What the…
He looked up to see Willow standing there with a stake in her hand and a smirk on her face. She must have found it on the floor from the previous fight.
Willow: So, you don’t need protecting huh?
Spike just shook his head. Maybe he was wrong about this one. Maybe she was good enough to spar with him. He looked out his front door and noticed that the sky was beginning to get dark.
Spike: C’mon Red, let’s get this stuff together and go to Buffy’s. I wanna make sure that she is alright. Nibblet too.
Willow: And I need to tell Giles what that vampire said, about who he worked for.
Spike: So then? Underwear or blood?
Willow just shook her head in disbelief.
End of part 7.
