Chapter 1:

“I don’t think it’s wise to be out partying.” Giles said as he watched her applying makeup using his glasses as a mirror. He leaned over and grabbed his glasses from her. Buffy pouted and then put on some shiny pink lipstick on. They were in the school library that Slayer and Watcher spent hours in each day. That was their duties; watch and be watched, teach and be taught.” Especially with William the Bloody out there.”

“Giles, I’m not going to let the new baddie ruin the ‘Buffy, Willow, and Xander’ time.” She stuck out her bottom lip as he wiped his glasses off and placed them back on the crook of his nose.

“I know that, but can’t you postpone it? At least for a few days.” Giles said. He was trying his best at persuading his headstrong slayer. Why he wasn’t paired with a naïve one, he didn’t know.

“I already postponed it two weeks ago. Remember?” Buffy explained, “I’ll be good, I promise. And I’ll kill any vampires that dare to step within twenty feet of me.” She crossed her tanned arms over her chest giving the hint that she wasn’t changing her mind. This didn’t go unnoticed to Giles, this was Buffy’s ‘I’m going to do what I want, you cant make me go for your plan. If you try, you wont win’ stance.

“Make it thirty and I’ll let you go.” Giles said. Buffy’s arms dropped and she gave Giles a hug. Giles tensed up, he wasn‘t used to hugs from Buffy. If anyone saw this, they would definitely think something of it. “And good job on your training today. I saw a major improvement.”

“Good job on your training me, I saw a major improvement too.” Buffy replied, she let go of Giles and grabbed her purse. She turned and walked to the door of the Library.

“Bye, Buffy.” Giles said.

“See ya.” Buffy called back.

She walked through the school hallways and out the door by the office. Willow and Xander were waiting for her at a bench. Buffy walked over to them, both were too preoccupied to notice her.

“The white stuff is marshmallows.” Xander argued playfully at Willow. Buffy squeezed her eyebrows in confusion as she watched the dispute between her two best friends.

“No, it’s not.” Willow said. Buffy got even more confused, then Xander turned to Buffy and waved. Willow continued speaking, thus winning the battle, “The ‘white stuff’ is a white sugary paste.”

“Oh…” was all Xander said.

“What are we talking about?” Buffy asked and Willow jumped. The mousy redhead hadn’t realized that Buffy was standing behind her.

“Oreos.” Xander said.

“I don’t even know why their so famous. The cookie tastes horrible.” Willow said with a ‘blegh’.

“I like the marshmallow part.” Buffy said. At Willow’s look, Xander corrected Buffy.

“Ah-ah-ah,” Xander scolder her with his finger, “White sugar paste.”

“Anyways, it’s good.” Buffy shrugged, she motioned towards the road and the two walked with her to the sidewalk to go to her house.

“Did you know that if we stacked every single oreo on top of each other they could reach to the moon and back more than five times?” Xander asked. The two girls looked at the brunette between them and looked back forward, “It’s true…”

Buffy looked down at her watch and then back at her two friends, “It’s a little too early for The Bronze, we still have a few hours until it opens.”

“I vote for watching a movie at Buffy’s house.” Xander grinned. Willow nodded and then they both looked at Buffy with saddened eyes. Buffy gave them a stern look, then started to laugh. Xander and Willow looked at each other with huge grins planted on their face, they had won.

“I vote for the most chicky-est chick flick ever.” Buffy smiled. Xander’s smile disappeared and he stuck his hands in his pockets.

“Joking, Xand.” Buffy smiled. They turned onto Revello street and Buffy spotted 1630 a few houses away. There was no car in the front, her mom wasn’t home.

((She must still be at work…))

“I’m kind of in the mood for Signs.” Willow shrugged softly.

“Xander, I think something’s wrong with Willow.” Buffy said as she stopped in her tracks. Xander and Willow stopped also after a few steps.

“What is it doctor Buffy?” Xander asked.

“She wants to watch Signs.”

“You are right.” Xander said, He put his hand on Willow’s forehead and she pushed it away.

“What?” Willow asked, “No, I just want to give it a chance.”

“Good going, Willster.” Xander said. They all started to walk again, “Our baby’s growing up… Seems like only yesterday she-”

“What? I figured that since I have a friend whose a slayer whose job it is to kill vampires. Aliens have nothing on this.” Willow said gleefully.

“That’s my Willow.” Buffy said, she swung her arm around her best friend as they turned onto her porch.

Few Hours Later:

The Bronze was surprisingly packed for a Thursday night. Song after song, the trio had been dancing non stop for well over an hour and now nature was calling Buffy. She excused herself from the dance and started off towards the bathroom. A brunette man walked in front of her and she pushed him away with slayer strength. She would tell him sorry later, but right now she really needed to go…

She was right by the girls room when, from the corner of her eye she saw a very attractive blonde man walk through the front doors. She wanted to go talk to him, but she had something else on her mind. But what he said caused her to run outside, her bladder problem forgotten.

“Does someone got a phone? There’s a man outside biting another mans neck…”

Sure enough there was a situation outside. A vampire had a poor man against the brick wall of the alley. He was drinking away at the brute mans thick jugular. She pulled the stake out of her back pocket and used it to tap the Vampires shoulder. It turned and ran right into the stake. With a ‘poof’ he was gone.

((Is it just me, or are they getting much stupider.))

The victim ran away as fast as could, not giving Buffy a thanks or even a glance. And for Buffy, it was just another day at work. She sighed and stuck the stake back into her pocket. She turned to leave, but the sound of clapping interrupted her. The sexy blonde man that she had seen minutes earlier was walking out of a dark corner opposite of her. He was clapping at her, and she just back away from the malicious looking smile. She was wrong about first impressions. At first she just thought of him as attractive, but with the bleached blonder hair, intense blue eyes, and a leather jacket that went to his knees. His look screamed ‘bad-boy’. The only people who could pull off the bad-boy look were vampires. When his face changed and his demon went forth, Buffy rolled her eyes.

((They’re always vampires aren’t they…))

“’Ello Slayer.” He said when he stopped clapping. Buffy pulled the stake out from her pocket and twirled it in her fingers.

“Ello’ Vampire.” She mocked. Despite the joke, her guard was up now. She didn’t know if this one would be hard to kill.

“Do you even know who I am?” He asked.

“Overly obsessive Billy Idol fan?” Buffy answered, half serous-half joke.

“Try ‘Spike’.” He said.

“Spike?” Buffy asked, she thought for a second, “Never heard of you.”

“Your watcher had been skipping past some important lessons.” Spike said amused at the slayers daft intelligence.

((I guess it’s true what they say about blondes…))

They stepped closer together until Slayer and Vampire were now standing a few feet from each other. Buffy was confused at why this vampire hadn’t yet taken a fighting stance.

“Your in the Watchers Diaries?” Buffy asked after a seconds thought.

“In a few, yes.” Spike said. Buffy tilted her head, trying to remember a ‘Spike’.

“I must have not been listening….” Buffy said aloud.

“How could you forget me?” Spike asked, “I’m the baddest of the bad, the worst of the worst, the-” Spike said.

“You must not have been that interesting.” Buffy cut him off.

“Oh, but I am. I’ve done in two slayer.” He said, putting on a cocky grin. Obviously he was very proud of that fact. She took a step back to get some room between them.

“A-are you William the Bloody?” She asked as her back had reached the wall, and she realized that she was trapped.

“The one and only.” Spike said. Buffy pushed fear to the back of her mind and her fist smashed in with his face. Spike took a step back and then spit out some blood. Before Buffy had a chance to run, though, he swung out his fist and punched her in the stomach. As she leaned foreword in pain Spike grabbed the back of her head and collided his knee with her nose. She stumbled backwards and then regained her fighting stance with trembling fingers forming rock hard fists. Spike kicked her legs out from under her and she fell onto the dirty ground. Spike knelt down until he straddled her chest and then lifted up his fist in a punch.

“Any last words, Slayer?” Spike asked. Buffy nodded and then spoke.

“Swing away.” She yelled. Spike didn’t know exactly what she meant by that until he felt something collide with his head. He landed a few feet from the slayer, and he was looking at the brunette whelp that Buffy hung out with. He had a bat shaped piece of wood in his hands. Spike was back on his feet in a second and turned to the slayer. The quiet red-head was helping Buffy up. Spike ran foreword and punched the redhead hard against her temple, causing Buffy to fall back onto the ground and the redhead to hit the wall behind her.

“Willow.” Xander called, trying to see if his best friend was okay. She didn’t answer and he turned to Spike with a cold glare. Spike looked at him, unfazed.

“You might want to get Red to a hospital, her heart beat getting deathly slow.” Spike lied. Xander didn’t know what to do until he saw Buffy getting off the ground. She was a little dizzy, but she would handle her own.

“Xander, get Willow to Giles’s. He’ll know what to do.” Buffy said. She nodded at Xander, he dropped the wood and picked up Willow. Buffy looked at Spike and Spike smirked at her.

“Xander, go! Now!” Buffy ordered. Xander nodded and ran off with Willow on his shoulders fireman style. When Buffy was sure that they were gone, she turned to Spike.

“She didn’t deserve that.” Buffy said. Spike nodded and took the stance.

“Now that I know were going to have a fair fight…” Spike smiled.

“Fair fight my ass.” Buffy said when she realized that she had dropped her stake somewhere in the dark alley. She didn’t have time to look so she turned her attention to the vampire with a cigarette between his lips. Buffy kicked out her leg and it hit his stomach. Spike felt the pain, but just chuckled as he grabbed her leg and twisted it around. This caused Buffy to fall to the ground. Spike once again crawled on top of her and straddled her chest. Buffy looked up at him, eyes wide in fear. Spike punched her on her jaw and that was enough for her to pass out.

“Ya know, Slayer, somewhere during that fight I realized something…” He said to the unconscious Slayer as he stood back up and picked up her small, limp form, “It’d be much more fun to torture you.”

He took the last drag of his cigarette and then threw it on the ground. It rolled a few feet then stopped right next to Buffy’s missing stake.


The next morning:

Buffy awoke on a really comfy bed that smelled like spice.

“I must have stayed with Willow.” Buffy whispered as she tried to get her eyes to adjust. When they did, she realized that she wasn’t at Willows. The room was much larger than the small bedroom of Willows. Not to mention it was much more evil looking. It reminded her of what she had always imagined the creepy old man’s bedroom in Edgar Allen Poe’s story ‘Tall Tale Heart’; spooky and dark. From the only light in the room; a small candle, she saw that the room didn’t have much furniture. Just a bed, side table, and a comfy looking chair across from the bed. She didn’t see any windows which made the room look more like a dungeon rather than a bedroom. Then she remembered what had happened last night with Spike, or rather what she didn’t do; kill him. A countless amount of thoughts went through her mind.

((What the hell is he going to do to me? Kill me? Torture me? Turn me? Why in the world am I not chained up.))

The last one she was a bit happy about. The main question that was running in her head was: why did the vampire put her on a comfy kind sized bed and not chain her up? She got off the bed and walked around the room, her hands were sliding along the walls for a light switch.

She was really scared. Whatever was going to happen was definitely going to be bad. Duh, it’s William the Bloody - Spike doing the causing.

((This is karma. I just knew that ‘borrowing’ my moms burnt scarlet lipstick last night was going to bite me in the ass.))

Her left hand moved against something soft and she tilted her head in confusion. She felt around some more and then her wrist was grabbed.

“Go any lower and we might have a little problem.” She heard ‘him’ say. She pulled out of his grasp when she realized that she had been feeling up Spike. She saw his outline lean over a little then the light turned on. Buffy clenched her teeth together in embarrassment and anger.

“It’s Buffy, Right?” He asked her. Buffy didn’t say anything, she only nodded. Buffy sat down on the bed, though she never took down her defense.

((Should I leave now? Should I run for it? Maybe I should wait for the opportune moment. This is definitely not it. Spike is between me and the door… Just wait….))

“I’m just here to give you a forewarning, kay?” He said, “You are in my mansion, with my minions walking around. Let me tell you that the hundred-some-odd vampires have never tasted Slayer blood. And they want to. Don’t try to run. Your not in Sunnyhell anymore, your not even in California. Now, I’ve told my minions if they see you out of here than they-re allowed to kill you. And don’t you think you can escape; You cant. There’s minions everywhere. The whole entire time that Spike had been talking Buffy didn’t stare at him.

“Look at me, Slayer.” Spike ordered. Buffy didn’t meet his gaze, this made Spike very mad.

“Here I am being nice and not killing you and here you are not being a good guest and look at me while I’m talking like I asked you.” Spike said, that’s when Buffy looked at him. Her eyes were red with anger and unshed tears.

“First, Asshole, you didn’t ask. Second, you kidnapped me. Therefore I’m inclined to not do as you say.” She said as she glared at him.

((Wait for it….))

“Oi, Slayer, you hurt my feeling…” Spike mocked as he wiped away a fake tear. Buffy looked away and then she saw what was on the small table by her bed. She was hesitant to grab the plate of food because she didn’t know if it was poisoned. She looked back at him just as her stomach growled. Spike leaned over and grabbed it. He took in a deep breath through his nose.

“Mmm.” He taunted her, her face stayed impassive. Spike put it an inch in front of her nose and she stared down at it. She unconsciously opened her mouth then she took in a deep breath from her nose, “S’not poisoned, Girl, no point in doing that, is there?"

Buffy looked up at him and grabbed the plate from him. She didn’t know where to start; there was the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, the glass of water, and a cookie. She decided on the sandwich and took a bite. She looked back up at Spike when she finished chewing.

“Spike?” She asked, “Why aren’t I dead?”

Spike walked to the door and opened it. He turned to her and said “I’m not through with you.” was all he said before he shut the door. Buffy heard the door lock and she got off the bed. She pulled on the door knob and confirmed that it was, in fact, locked. And by the strength of the lock, she wasn’t going to be able to break it even with the slayer strength. She went back to the bed and grabbed her sandwich. She looked around the room as she ate the food. First thing she did look in the drawers of the side table. There was nothing in them. She continued around the room, noting that it looked like no one had ever slept in it. There wasn’t any pictures, clothes, or signs of previous life. Not to mention the massive amount of thick dust. Buffy went back onto the bed and drank the water all up within a few seconds. She reached down to the cookie, but stopped when she saw a piece of dust rest on a chocolate chip. Buffy shook her head in disgust and put the plate on the side table.

“That’s gross.” Buffy said glumly. She backed up against the bed’s headboard and looked up at the ceiling.

((Well, there went the opportune moment…))

And boredom overcame her and she fell asleep.

Chapter 2:

Buffy woke up a few hours later and stretched her arms out at her sides. She opened her eyes up and then the memory from the night before flashed back into her mind. She remembered the fight with Spike, Willow getting hurt, Spike beating her in the fight, waking up here, and that all this was because of Bleach-Boy himself.

“Finally you wake up, Slayer.”

Speaking of whom… She crossed her arms over her chest and got off the bed. Spike had been standing in front of the bed as she slept. Giles wouldn’t have been proud of her putting her guard down like that. She opened her mouth to say a rude comment, but his evil lickable… No! not lickable smirk was once again plastered onto his face.

“What do you want?” She asked him, clearly annoyed.

“We have some rules to go over.” He stepped closer to her and she unconsciously took a step backwards, “You cannot leave the mansion and you cannot kill anyone or anything.”

Spike took another step towards her and she collided with a side table. Her hands grabbed onto the side table and she gripped it till her knuckles turned white. When Spike dared step closer her swung out her arm and knocked the table against the side of Spike’s head. Spike was temporarily disabled and when he realized what had happened he ran out of her room tracking her scent around the mansion. He ran past unconscious vampires and broken furniture. Spike met up with her when her hand had connected with the front door of the mansion. She was just about to turn the knob when a hand went around her neck while another hand pushed her up against the door. Her wrist, which had been painfully jammed between the door and her hip twisted with the surprising force. Buffy felt herself get spun around and instead of a hand holding her up, it was Spike’s whole body.

“I told you not to go.” Spike hissed through clenched teeth. Buffy struggled to get away, but he held onto her tight.

“Now you need to get punished.” Spike said. He twisted her arms behind her back started to pull her through the mansion.

“I know what your going to do to me.” Buffy said. She struggled partially out of Spike’s grasp and tried to run, but Spike was right behind her. He pushed her to the ground and crawled onto her hips.

“Nothing.” Spike said. Spike forced her hands up over her head and Buffy stopped fighting.

“Exactly.” She grunted, “Your going to keep me alive so that no other Slayers are called.” When Spike felt her start to calm down, he loosened his grip on the Slayer. She took that as an opportunity to get out of his grasp and land a hard punch on his jaw.

“It would be so much easier if you would listen.” Spike said to her, regaining his hold on her wrists.

“It would be so much easier if you would let me go.” She said back to him. A light bulb flashed over her head as she got an idea on how to get away. It worked a lot when other vampires had gotten the upper hand in a battle against her. She closed her eyes sensually and then lifted her hips in the air. She mocked moaned ‘Spike’ in pleasure and licked her lips. She felt Spike loosen his grip once more and she pushed him away from her. She got off the ground and took on a fighting stance.

“What was all that rot about?” Spike asked, partially angry for letting himself believe her.

“I should be an actor.” Buffy giggled, still keeping her guard up, “You so believed me.”

“Actor?” Spike scoffed, “Only for the cheap rental porn with a title like ‘Buffy the Dildo Slayer’.” Buffy’s jaw dropped at his comment and she swung out her fist at him, missing by a few inches.

The comment hit close to home for her because the only guy she’d been with was Angel and that was for one night. Basically, she did have one in her room, and seeing how often she used it and in such shape it was in - Spike was correct, she was a slayer for those poor devices.

“Me? Porn? Oh, when ‘Spike and His Little Spike Take a Trip to Uranus’ comes out on DVD I’ll be sure to rent it.”

“Oi, Slayer, I can give you a preview. Y’no just to make sure that my jollies are good enough for it.” Spike joked, getting out of his fighting position and about to unbutton his pants. Buffy’s arms shot up and covered her eyes and Spike jumped forward, fully clothed (Darn), and smashed her body up against the wall, with his hips holding her there.

“You cheated.” Buffy argued.

“So did you, ‘Oh, Spike, mmm’. ” Spike mocked.

“That was to get you off of me.” Buffy defended. She didn’t notice that she wasn’t struggling until it was too late: Spike had noticed.

“So, Slayer…” Spike whispered in a raspy breath, “I don‘t see you struggling. Could it be that you…” He dug his now evident erections into her hip, “Like it rough?”

Buffy knocked some sense into herself and smashed her head against his. Spike tumbled back and Buffy pushed him into the wall. She held a firm hand against his through in a chokehold while the other collided with his face in a fist.

“I… Would… Never….. Do that with you, Spike.” She said punching him in the face at every pause. She heard something behind her but she didn’t have a chance to react before something hard collided with her face.

She fell limp onto the floor and then was picked up by Spike. Spike turned to take her back up to the room when the vampire that had hit her started to talk.

“You aren’t going to take her back into that room, are you? She was beating you and she’s not going to get tortured?” The vampire asked. Spike didn’t answer, but spun around and kicked the poor vampires head off of the neck. As the body turned to dust Spike turned back up the stairs.

He laid her down on the bed and then sat back down on a chair in the corner, “She will have a talk with me, and she will learn the rules…”

Buffy awoke from unconsciousness for the second time in less than two days. The pain was adding on and now she felt like there was a stake going through her head - not pleasant at all. She felt a tingle, but didn’t know if it was because of a vampire or if it was from her head. Buffy didn’t even lift her head when she heard the annoying chuckle of Spike.

“You cheated.” Was all she whispered, causing the vampire to stop laughing at her discomfort.

“Vampire.” He shrugged, walking towards her bed. Buffy pulled herself out of the bed and immediately started to fall. Spike caught her before she fell, and held her upright, “Dizzy?” He asked her.

“You’d be too if you were hit on the head by a lamp.” Buffy said, pushed him awake. Spike growled and was on her in a second. He pushed her up against the wall and this time Buffy remembered to struggle and ignore the heat pooling between her thighs. She hoped to god that Spike didn’t smell her. Unfortunately, god was busy and Spike sniffed the air around.

“Oi, Slayer, I was right about violence turning you on. Or, is it just the Big Bad that‘s got you hot and bothered.” Spike whispered in her ear. He liked her neck and then his fangs slipped out and pierced her tanned skin. Buffy cried out in shock and then attempted to kick Spike in the groin. Even if it was a cheap shot, she needed it. But Spike was a step ahead of her and caught her knee between his knees. She grabbed onto Spikes neck for support and then kicked Spike in the shin with her free foot.

Without taking his fangs out of her neck, Spike lifted her legs around his hips and forced her up against the wall harder than he had before. Spike removed his fangs from her neck, she wasn’t dead but she was dizzy enough to not be able to move quickly. Spike put her on the bed and started to leave the room.

“That was a warning, Pigeon. Don’t leave this room at all!” Spike slammed the door shut and the wall around it slightly cracked. Buffy closed her eyes, wondering why her body reacted like that to an evil vampire.

Meanwhile:

Spike marched into his room with one thing on his mind: get rid of his aching hard on. He didn’t know why she had this affect on him. She was suppose to mean nothing to him. Right now he wanted to force her into the wall and fuck her brains out. That certainly wasn’t ‘nothing’. Spike laid back onto his bed and unzipped his pants. His dick sprung out of his pants and he grabbed on. He used his pointer finger to spread out some of pre-cum to use it as lubricant.

((Her small lips formed an ‘o’ and, at a painfully slow pace, swallowed him. Her tongue did magic things to him as she stroked his balls into release. Spike grabbed onto her golden hair as he screamed out her name))

“Buffy!” He growled loudly, spilling his dead seed into the blood red sheets.

“I’m screwed.” Spike said as he calmed down.

Meanwhile:

Buffy pulled on the door and tested the strength of the lock. She took in a few deep breaths and pulled with all of her strength. The door didn’t open so Buffy tried again. This time the door broke loose and fell on the ground. Buffy ran out as fast as she could and ran through the mansion the same way that she’d done yesterday. Buffy reached the door but didn’t take a chance to do the snoopy dance. She opened it without hesitation and stepped out. Buffy ran out into the darkness and disappeared into the night.

Meanwhile:

Marty stepped over to Spike’s room and nervously knocked on the dark door.

“Come in.” Spike called. Marty opened the door and stepped towards Spike. Spike looked over at him and Marty shivered, “What?”

“The Slayer…. S-She escaped. Tore the door right off, S-sir.” Marty said. Spike got out of the bed and Marty turned away while Spike put on a pair of jeans.

“Damn it.” Spike said as he left the room.

“Oh…” Marty said when the smell hit him.

Meanwhile:

The place that Spike had was secluded and in some woods. It took Buffy forever to find a gas station. The large dirty man that worked there said that she was: “The Purdiest lady in Paisley.”

“Paisley?” Buffy asked.

“Yep.” The man said, “Y’no, Oregon?”

“I’m in Oregon?” Buffy asked.

“Yep. Paisley, population 221.” He said. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it with a match.

“Oh…” Buffy whispered.

“You gonna buy something? Or just stand there, cause I’m running a business.” He said, proud of himself.

“Do you have a phone?” Buffy asked.

“Nope…” He said, Buffy slammed her head against the door, “Say… are you drunk or sumtin? ‘Cause you didn’t know where you were and your hurtin’ yourself.”

“I’m not drunk…” Buffy said, “Where’s the closest town?”

“That way.” He pointed to his left, “But, be careful Miss. Half the population is vampires.”

Buffy quickly mumbled thanks and left the dingy gas station. She started walking in the direction that he pointed. Buffy started walking, she didn’t see any sign of life along the dusty road. After a few minutes Buffy sensed someone behind her. She turned and came face to face with a women.

“I’m Chanterelle.” The human smiled. She wore a dark black dress that corseted her waist but hung loose at the bottom. If it wasn’t for her blonde hair and beautiful smile any normal person would think she was Elvira.

“I’m Buffy.” Buffy said.

“You shouldn’t be out here.”

“I know… Where’s the closest place where I can find a hotel?”

“Why don’t you come in and stay for the night at my place?” Chanterelle said. She pointed to a small house mile down a different road that Buffy hadn’t seen yet.

“You’d do that for a stranger?” Buffy asked, shocked at this woman’s kindness.

“Course I would.” She said. She motioned towards her home and Buffy followed her through the darkness.

The house was much nicer than she’d expected it to be. It seemed posh, and though everything was dark it seemed inviting. Plus it was much safer than the outside at the moment - especially with Spike after her. Chanterelle disappeared for a moment and came back with a warm blanket. She put the blanket on the couch and turned to Buffy, “I hope this is good enough for you, I wasn’t expecting company.”

“It’s more than enough.” Buffy smiled, her smiled faded, “Can I use your phone?”

“Sure, it’s over there.” Chanterelle said, “I’m going to go to the kitchen. I’ll get you some tea.” Buffy waited till the woman was in the next room and she picked up the phone. She dialed a familiar number and Giles answered.

“Hello?” He asked.

“Hey, Giles, it’s Buffy.”

“Oh, dear lord, Buffy. You had us all worried sick.” Giles said. Buffy could have sworn that he was cleaning his glasses.

“I know. Listen, Giles. Spike kidnapped me. I’m in some town called Paisley.” Buffy explained.

“Paisley as in Scotland?” Giles said, surprised.

“Paisley as in Oregon.” Buffy corrected, “And, apparently, I’m the Purdiest here.”

“Buffy, where are you? Are you safe?”

“I’m fine. A nice woman let me stay at her house tonight. I’m going to find a way to get to the nearest city and then I’m going to find a way home… It might take a few days because Spike is trying to get me… But I’ll get there. Be safe.” She hung up the phone as Chanterelle walked back in carrying two cups. One was tea, she handed that one to Buffy, the other was red wine, she kept that for herself.

“So, Buffy, why did you come here to Paisley?” Chanterelle asked, “I haven’t seen you here before and I don’t remember anyone talking about a Buffy.”

“Actually, I was traveling.” Buffy lied, she drank down the tea quickly and then set the glass on the coffee table. After a few minutes of talking Buffy started to get really tired. She expected it to be because she had had a rough day, but a certain woman named Chanterelle was the reason…

Chapter 4:

“I got her, Vampiric Overlord, now do I get the eternal gift? Please Master.” Chanterelle asked, her hands connected in front of her. Spike turned to her,

“Of course, but there’s just one more thing I need you to do, Mushroom. Do you have some rope?” Spike asked, though the vampire worshiping occult annoyed him to no end, he didn’t mind Chanterelle. Even if she was a bit stereotypical she seemed worthy enough to be a minion. Possibly more.

“Yes, Master.” Chanterelle smiled heading out of the room to get him what he needed.

He could get what he wanted easily right now: the slayer out unconscious on a comfy cushion. Unable to protect herself if he was to ‘accidentally’ slid onto her.

'But I’m not Angelus.' He reminded himself. 'Plus it wouldn’t be satisfying. I want to Slayer to willingly fuck me. I want her moaning under me, begging for it.'

“Here, Master.” Chanterelle said, joining Spike’s side with some chain. Spike gave her a smile that made her almost faint. Spike knelt down at Buffy’s side and tied her wrists behind her back just incase she woke up.

“I don’t think she’ll wake up, Master Spike, I gave her an extra dosage on account of her powers.” Chanterelle said. Spike lifted Buffy over his shoulder and then patted Chanterelle’s blonde head.

“Thanks, Luv. Why don’t you come with me to my place and you’ll be living your dream in no time.”

Buffy woke up a few hours after Spike had gotten her where he wanted her. He had been hiding in the shadows from the start admiring her. In sleep, she looked innocent and carefree. No one would ever suspect that she was a hero who stopped the end of the world everyday. Spike had been in so much thought that he didn’t realize the Slayer fully wake up until she was standing in front of him with a death glare.

“You thought you could get away, Slayer. I think that you should stop thinking because it’s giving you false hope.” Spike smiled, surprised that she hadn’t thrown the punch yet.

“How?”

“What?” Spike asked, truthfully not knowing what she asked.

“How did you get me.” Buffy said, “How did you find me?”

Spike chuckled, “I have some friends on the other side.”

It was then that Buffy remembered what the fat arrogant man had said.

'But, be careful Miss. Half the population is vampires.'

A soft knock at the door interrupted Buffy’s thoughts.

“Come in.” Spike said, sensing that it was his Mushroom.

“I brought the water and clothe, Master.” She said, setting them on the dresser.

“Vampire worshippers…” Buffy mumbled.

“I know,” Spike grinned, “Loyal lil’ buggers too! Chanterelle, Pet, find your way to my bedroom. I will be there soon.” He waved the woman away with the flick of his wrist.

“Chanterelle, no! It’s not what you think. It’s just death.” Buffy called, soon realizing that the woman was too far gone. Spike shut the door and pointed to the bed, silently asking Buffy to sit. Buffy disappointed him by giving Spike the ‘resolve stance’. (Similar to Willow’s resolve face, but Buffy’s was much more threatening). “What kind of crap are you pulling, Spike? Taking me and keeping me. I know I’m not a hostage, I called Giles and he didn’t say anything about you offering to exchange me for money. I know that you are keeping me alive to skrew up the line. But why not do what normal vampires would do and lock me up in some inescapable dungeon. Not that I’m really complaining,” she emphasized this with putting her hands, palms facing Spike, in front of her, “But, I’m big with the confused at the moment. Because instead of carnivorous rodents and thick chains in a dungeon 30 feet in the ground, I’m two stories high with a big comfy bed with a lack-age of blood thirsty things. That, of course, doesn’t count you because you are constantly watching me and staring at me with that evil smirk… Why are you smirking at me?”

“Because Slayer, your making it seem like it’s something big. It’s not really.” Spike said. Slowly pushing her onto the bed.

“What’s not big?”

“My reason for keeping you here.” Spike shrugged.

“It’s seems pretty big. Since you had to take me all the way to bum fucked and you got a purdy mouth Oregon.” She yelled.

“I think I’ve already make it clear what I want to happen before I let you go.” Spike said.

“I’m sure that you haven’t.” Buffy assured him. But then, her mind went on overload. Everything that had been said and everything that hadn’t been said went through her mind. Then the answer popped into her head, 'Oi, Slayer, I can give you a preview. Y’no just to make sure that my jollies are good enough for it.'

“If you want to get in my pants Spike, you have to at least take me out for dinner and a movie.” Buffy said.

“Ding ding ding.” Spike smiled.

“Of course not.” Buffy said, “Never. I would never do that with you. EVER!”

She jumped off the bed and pushed Spike towards the door. Spike grabbed her wrists and pushed her hard against the wall.

“I know you want it slayer.” Spike said, grinding his hardening erection into her crotch.

“I would n-never want it from you Spike.” Buffy said, trying to push him off of her.

Spike sniffed the air, “I have proof that you do, Pet. I know that every part of you wants that release. Angelus could never give you that release and you want to find someone that can. Poor Slayer, can get her rocks off with a toy. Poor, sexually repressed girl. I can fix that, I can itch that painful, wet, itch.”

Buffy almost agreed.

She wanted to so bad. But she couldn’t. With all the force she could muster, she threw Spike off of her and into the door. Spike waved goodbye,

“Just call for me when you change your mind.” Spike said, shutting the door behind him.

Buffy prayed that she wouldn’t hear the hope crushing click of the lock.

… Click…

Authors Note: Thanks for waiting.