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Don't really know where I am going with this besides the fact that I've had this idea rolling around in my head. Don't expect any huge updates within the next three weeks. This will eventually become NC17 in content and there will be abuse and rape discussed. If this material makes you uncomfortable please do not read. This will be a Spuffy story with some angst.

“There he is.”

Buffy Summers held her breath longingly as Spike Giles all but stalked into the lunchroom. His trademark smirk was set firmly in place, long legs encased in tight black levis whilst his heavy duster drifted behind.

The man was gorgeous.

Looking at the enraptured stares of her best friends Willow and Amy, Buffy could see she was not alone. Willow, a thin red head, could not control the blush which bloomed across her face and Amy… well the girl had never been one to hide her feelings.

“When are you going to talk to him?” asked Amy with a lustful glance at their idol.
“I know you always say that he’d never like you and you have no chance, but seriously Buffy if you don’t go ask him out I swear I’m going to.” There’s no way I’m missing out on some action from Giles

Buffy merely ducked her head before staring at her plate of slimy macaroni. The noodles swam in the thick sauce like twisted lifeboats. The stench of the cheese made her wrinkle her nose in disgust. The lunch ladies were obviously in one of their moods again.

Glancing again at Spike, Buffy sighed deeply. She knew better than to answer Amy’s questions. Though she had never told either of the other girls, Buffy had already approached Spike, only to be rebutted with barely a glance. There was no way she would try again and risk having to listen to more country music in despair.

All three girls at the table knew Amy would do it anyway eventually, even without her approval. Before Amy had joined Willow and Buffy she had been after Sam’s boyfriend Riley. Buffy couldn’t see the attraction but for some reason Amy pursued him and unfortunately for Sam won. The rather public separation between Riley and his girlfriend had caused Amy to migrate to their table. Sometimes Buffy wished she never agreed to be friends with her.

Buffy was awoken from her musings by a dark chuckle, Angel also entering the room. Whilst Spike and he got along publicly, everyone knew that there was a fight just waiting to happen. The Aurelius gang was just not big enough for the two of them.

When Buffy’s mother had first spoken of Sunnydale she had imagined a sleepy little town with barely anything to do. ‘A one Starbucks on the main street’ kind of place as her old friends had put it when hearing about her new home. However Sunnydale was anything but sleepy and definitely not safe under any circumstance. More like a hellmouth

Gangs ruled the area and even though they consisted of boys just out of high school or freshmen there was plenty to fear. Parker Abrams ran the rival gang to Angel’s. Though she had never seen him, many talked about how normal he appeared except for small moments when something darker would glimmer in his eyes. A couple of girls had gone missing after being seen with him. The police of Sunnydale took no notice of the violent wars which the gangs would engage in, preferring to take donut runs up to LA.

A lot of the students liked to ignore the tension which ran through the halls. Or better yet pick sides with one gang and thus receive privileges. Willow’s old friend Cordelia had taken that option when Angel propositioned her in exchange for some free perks. Now Cordelia was just another one of his girls, not even complaining when he flaunted his other relationships in front of her.

Many of the girls had been hoping Spike would follow in Angel’s shoes and pick his own harem however the sarcastic bleached blond abstained.

Buffy adored him more for it.

Right then he was sprawled across one of the chairs in the cafeteria, Cordelia leaning against him in a friendly manner as Angel told one of his stories. Groups that were close to the main table listened closely, laughing in odd spots when they were supposed to. Angel made a formidable figure, the brunette standing at 6”2 and carrying mostly muscle on his frame. Unlike Spike, Angel wore a red shirt coupled with black leather pants. Nearly all the girls at his table had been his at one point or another and positively drooled at the sight he made.

All the girls except for Buffy.

The petite little blond couldn’t stand the sight of him, let alone think he was attractive. Cordelia had rung her and Willow far more times than she could count, crying over the giant Neanderthal and his latest ho.

If she were a boy, Buffy would have punched him.

As it was, she could only settle back in her chair and admire Spike whose arm had become wrapped around another girl.

The tittering laugh which flew across the room only informed Buffy of what she feared.


Whilst Spike had not chosen a girl or girls as Angel wished him to, Harmony had made it quite plain that she was available. Her latest stunt of lounging on top of his car had made Buffy squirm in anger before laughing her head off. Contrary to what Harmony had hoped, Spike had come rushing out to the parking lot not to sweep her off her feet and kiss her but rather to get her off his car. The black Desoto which rumbled like a spitting cat was his prize possession and unfortunately for Harmony was in no way ever to be sat on.

“What in the bleeding hell do you think you’re doing you stupid bint!” Spike had roared at her in pure anger, hands messing up his slicked back in pure agitation.

“I wanted to see whether you could turn me on like you do this car” purred Harmony oblivious to Spike’s enraged countenance. “I really like you blondie bear and I-“

The girl’s explanation was cut short as Spike grabbed her off the hood, dumping her unceremoniously on the ground.

“Let’s get one thing straight Harm.” Spike’s voice came out as nothing but a deep baritone growl, made all the more delicious by the undercurrent of dominance. “No one touches my car let alone bleeding sits on it. Especially not some silly bint who can’t keep her legs shut.”

He put one hand down, roughly grabbing Harmony up before dragging her close.

“Are we clear?”

Harmony merely nodded before running away in a flurry of tears.

Buffy thumped her head against the table in desperation as once again the girl’s laughter ricocheted in her head, this time accompanied by Spike’s baritone laugh.

She didn’t know how much more she could take.

Grabbing her bag and leaving the ocean of macaroni which graced her plate on the table, Buffy murmured an excuse to her friends before rushing out.

Glancing up from his plate, Spike watched the small slender girl run out of the room. He’d noticed her ever since she first arrived in Sunnyhell quickly becoming enamored with her. It had taken everything in him not to approach the girl or ‘Buffy’ as he’d been told and ask her to go on a date with him. That was until he considered the repercussions.

As though knowing where Spike’s mind had trailed, Angel gave him a condescending smirk before announcing his departure. The brooding brunette had noticed his counterpart’s interest and was himself intrigued. If the girl was anything like Drusilla had been then Angel would enjoy her immensely. That and the look of pure hatred on Spike’s face. Perhaps it was time to put him in his place again. Smiling once more at the bleached blond who could only watch him hopelessly, Angel walked out of the room.

He was going to get to know this Buffy Summers.

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