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Buffy the Vampire


Prologue - Chance Meeting



A/N For the purposes of this story, vampire slayers can be both male and female. Also, the events of “Angel” didn’t occur as they did in the series. All will be explained soon.


Sitting and surveying the crowd in the Bronze on the busy Friday night, Spike Bradley tried to listen to his friend, Charles Gunn, telling his girlfriend Winifred Burkle about a band that would be playing there on the following night. Fred, for her part, was trying to look interested.

“Whoa, man.”

Turning to look at his friend, Spike gave him a confused look at the sudden exclamation.

“Check out the hottie at the bar.”

Smirking when his friend’s comment got him a smack on the shoulder, Spike turned his attention to the bar, raising an eyebrow at the young woman he saw sitting by herself. His gaze traveled up the length of her toned legs, admiring the way her skirt slipped higher as she shifted on one of the barstools. Her long-sleeved shirt had a deep V-neck in the front that exposed her cleavage
generously. Watching, almost mesmerized, as the girl tossed her long, golden blonde hair over one shoulder, revealing an attractive face with a seemingly bored expression, Spike felt his pulse quicken as he continued to stare at her.

“You should go ask her to dance.”

Finally tearing his gaze away, Spike turned to glower at his friend. “Need I remind you, mate, that you’re not the only one with a girlfriend.”

“How could we forget,” Gunn muttered to Fred, who tried to restrain a giggle, earning them both another glare from their friend.

“Aw, come on, Spike,” Fred jumped in. “Cecily’s not even here tonight, and one little dance won’t hurt. It’s not like you have to get out and start slaying anytime soon.”

“Maybe later,” he replied, seemingly disinterested. In actuality, he found himself drawn to the girl but fought against it.

At 21, Spike had been the Slayer for four years. He’d been shocked when he was called at 17, but not as shocked as his Watcher, who had made no secret of the fact that he was assigned to Spike because he was an older potential, thus no chance of him ever becoming the actual Slayer.

A year after he was called, Spike decided leave his home in London to attend college in America, with the Watcher’s Council pushing for him to go to UCSunnydale since it was conveniently located on the Hellmouth. His first week at school, he met Gunn and Fred. At the same time, he inadvertently staked a vampire in front of them, earning him the nickname of Spike from Gunn, who had been fighting vamps for several years.

“Hey, Spike,” Fred spoke up. “Your mystery girl is leaving.”

Spinning around to face the bar, he saw the girl pay off her tab and stand up. Before he knew what he was doing, Spike was out of his seat and standing behind her as she turned around.

“Leaving so soon, love? I was kind of hoping you’d do me the honor of a dance,” he said, offering his hand as her expressive hazel eyes sized him up.

“That sounds nice,” she said with a smile, letting him lead her out to the dance floor.

Pulling her into his arms and subtly swaying to the slow music, Spike had different sensations coursing through his body- the adrenaline he usually got when he was patrolling as well as a sense of comfort and understanding of the woman in his arms. As he pulled her closer, his shoulders nearly slumped.

‘Damn,’ he thought. ‘Why do all the hot ones always have to be undead?’

Taking a deep breath as they continued to move around the floor, Spike resisted the urge to lower his head, wanting nothing more than to brush his lips over her shoulder. After a few minutes, the song ended, and he looked down at her with an unreadable expression. “Care to take a walk, pet?”

“Fine with me. I’d like the chance to talk to you.”

With his hand splayed across her back, Spike led her towards the door of the Bronze, passing his table and grabbing his duster in one fluid motion as he gave his friends a look. Gunn nodded, and he and Fred began gathering their things.

Leading her outside, Spike waited until the door closed behind him, before taking a quick scan of the alley, seeing that they were alone. As she turned to face him, Spike landed a punch to her jaw, sending her flying into the brick wall, bracing her hand against it before swinging around to face him. Seeing the shock briefly cross her face before counter-attacking, the two fluidly traded blows as the door swung open again with Gunn charging out to aid his friend before skidding to a stop, with Fred running into his back. The couple by the door watched the two fight with such perfection- it looked choreographed. As the girl managed to get some distance from Spike, she flipped her hair behind her eyes.

“Will you just hold on a minute!”

“Let me think- you’re a vampire, I’m a Slayer, I think I’ve got it down to a science by now. Don’t need a break, thanks,” Spike replied as he advanced on her.

“Yeah, you’re the Slayer, but you know what? You’re an idiot.”

This caused him to pause as he studied her, slipping a hand in the pocket of his duster. “Who are you?”
“Oh, now you wanna know about me? After you worked out your aggression?”
“You know what? My mistake. I forgot- I’m not supposed to listen to the drivel that you vamps spout off.” With lightening quick speed, Spike pulled the hand out of his pocket, holding an open vial of holy water, and flung it at the woman. He watched as she hissed in pain and backed away, holding her burning cheek. Unsure of whether she was backing away from him or trying to get away from the pain, he tried to keep an impassive expression on his face.

“You know, I was wrong about you,” she said, her voice laced with pain.

Raising an eyebrow, he slowly tilted his head. “And, pray tell, what you were wrong about?”

“I thought you’d understand.”

Spike was thoroughly confused now. “Understand what the hell you are?”

“Something like that.”

“Let’s have a lesson then,” he said softly.

“Do you do research?” she asked.

“What kind of soddin’ question is that?”

“A simple one. Do you do research?”

Giving her a confused look, she rolled her eyes.

“Okay, maybe I should just stop with the questions since they seem to be a little too complicated for you. Why don’t you run along and ask your Watcher something?”

“And what would that be, pet?”

“Summers…comma…Buffy. Look it up.”

Before Spike could blink, she was out of sight, leaving Gunn and Fred to walk up behind him.

“Man, what the hell was that about?”

“Bloody hell, I don’t know, but I’m damn well going to find out.”




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