I hate that bitch so much! Fuck her. Fuck her and her sodding Scoobies. I pace around my crypt, kicking my more sturdy pieces of furniture indiscriminately. I feel my demon began to rise. I need a good fight. Now. I wonder if there's anyone outside I can kill.

* * * * * * * * 

What is Spike's problem? Does he think we'll just be all good buddies now he hasn't tried to kill me for all of two days? Ok, so he's been helping me a bit. That still doesn't mean we have to spend time with him. Doesn't he have his own friends to annoy?

* * * * * * * * 

Those two fledglings didn't know what hit 'em. I don't care if it is helping Buffy. I didn't do it for her benefit. You know, if you think about it, I'm a worse person now with the chip than I was before. I mean, now I go around betraying my own kind, killing my own type indiscriminately, for no reason other than to relieve this frustration I get at not being able to do what's natural. But somehow, cause I don't hurt sodding humans, somehow I'm a "good" vampire. At least when I killed then, it was honest and natural. I fucking hate this chip so much. I fucking hate that bitch.

Speaking of….

* * * * * * * * 

Oh great. Spike. Couldn't he just go home? Why, why, why does he have to follow me around killing MY vampires.

"What the hell do you think you're doing Spike?" I ask. Quite pleasantly, I think.

* * * * * * * * 

"Your fucking job, Slayer," I say. Bitch. Everything about her is, ugh, frustrating. I want to rip her fucking throat out and drain her dry. See how much she likes that. See what witty little quip she can make then hey?

* * * * * * * * 

Argh, I hate him so much! He's so aggravating and arrogant and obnoxious! I never ASKED him to fucking follow me around slaying things. Why can't he just vanish off the face of the earth?

"Fine, well, now I'm here, so you can just go home." Oh, yeah, great retort Buffy.

Why do I let him do this to me? Why don’t I just do us both a favour and stake his sorry undead ass?

* * * * * * * * 

I can't begin to describe how much I want to…do something to the Slayer. She's standing there all pissed off. That smart little mouth of hers. Hands on her hips. All holier than thou. Come on then bitch, (I think, not say, I'm not that suicidal) give it your best shot. You know you want to. I smirk. At least I can irritate her, even if I can't kill her.

"What's your problem Slayer, don't like a little help? Make you feel weak does it?"

* * * * * * * * 

How does he do that? Turn the question round on me? I want to hurt him so bad. Who cares if he's completely defenseless? You can't tell, the way he's standing there so confident, that irritating smirk on his face. So pleased with himself. I can't think of anything witty to retort.

"No Spike, it doesn't make me feel weak, it makes me feel pissed off. So don't fucking push it." It will do.

That smirk gets wider, if that's possible. I so want to slap him silly. I think he's going to push it.

* * * * * * * * 

I think I'll push it.

"Pissed off Slayer…or something else?" I purr. I'm good at that. Though where I'm going with the sexual innuendo I'm not quite sure myself.

* * * * * * * * 

"In your dreams Spike, you're disgusting."

I shudder as I look at him. He's like a predator. Something about him, makes my stomach do something weird. That was not good.

* * * * * * * * 

"Makes you feel afraid perhaps…" I pause for effect. "Or maybe a little excited…Someone else is as strong as you." I step closer to her. She has that prissy expression on again. Pert little body all but gagging for it, but too bloody high and mighty to admit it. Fuck I hate her. I take another step towards her.

* * * * * * * * 

I can't deal with this crap.

"Spike- whatever. I'm going home." But somehow I'm not walking away. Its because I really need to…hurt him, I decide.

* * * * * * * * 

"You say that, but you aren't moving? Why's that Slayer?" I don't care about the scent of her arousal in the air. I don’t care that her eyes are suddenly too wide. I don't care that her lips are all red and pouty. I definitely don't care that she's only five inches away from me and I can feel her breath.

* * * * * * * * 

I punch him. Hard. That's why I'm not moving you arrogant prick. He gets up wiping the blood from his nose. I must have broken that nose by now. Somehow its still perfectly shaped. I mean normally shaped, not perfectly. My heart is racing but I'm sure it’s the adrenalin from punching Spike. Nothing to do with that look in his eyes.

* * * * * * * * 

What I'd give to dance with her good and proper. That look in her eyes when she slogged me. That's what it's about. Animal fighting, blood, glory, sod all else. I could die happily that way. Probably will. I want to punch her. I want to make her hit me again. I step too close to her.

* * * * * * * * 

Spike comes at me and I knock him down with a good hard kick to the jaw. He takes it. He's up again in a second. A grin on his face that would be less scary if he wasn't a psychopathic killer. His eyes are alight. He's actually enjoying this.

Fuck. I punch him again.

* * * * * * * * 

"Yeah, give it me Buffy, give it me good." I want her to fucking knock me senseless. I bounce in, this time I dodge her blow, just to make it interesting. I send a fake punch her way. Anything real would send me a bleeding bugger of a shock from the chip. Its considered in some quarters to be inhumane to do that to dogs you know. And I was human once. So what if I'd kill an animal libber as soon as look at em.

* * * * * * * * 

He swings at me and I dodge it easily. I don’t think he's trying but I'm not going to risk it. His chip isn't going off, so I guess he's not really trying. I'm not even going to consider the other option. For some reason I'm glad he's fighting back, even if it is fake, it makes it easier to beat him to a bloody pulp if he isn't standing there defenceless. I swing again. This time I make contact. I suddenly realise I'm not pissed off anymore and I'm having fun.

* * * * * * * * 

She got me a good one. I grin. Good girl. She's learning. I aim for her left, she dodges and gets me again with an uppercut. I'm grinning like an idiot, but I haven't even gone gameface. I'm having too much fun.

* * * * * * * * 

I narrowly avoid one of Spike's punches. Suddenly he's stopped. No punches, nothing. He's just standing there looking at me. He steps forward. And grabs me by the arms. What the fuck is he doing? I pull back but then out of nowhere, he kisses me. It’s a sharp, hard, ruthless kiss. Bastard. My knees are starting to buckle.

* * * * * * * * 

Fuck. I just kissed the Slayer. I pull back. I can't let her see I don't know what the fuck I'm doing though. She's all wide eyed and panting. Suddenly I don't give a fuck that I don't know what I'm doing, and kiss her again. I feel her resist for a second and then she's kissing me too. Which somehow makes me glad. While I've got her here I start exploring places other than her mouth too.

* * * * * * * * 

I've stopped all rational thought. I'm kissing Spike. Lips of Spike, tongue of Spike, oh, hard on of Spike. He's pressing into me and the only thing I can think is that we fit really well together. Like two jigsaw pieces. It's completely stupid. I can't remember why I should be struggling. I can't believe I'm this horny. It must be the post-slay thing Faith was talking about.

* * * * * * * * 

She's all warm and pliable. I can't believe what's she's doing with her tongue. I grab her arse. It's perfect. How come I never noticed how perfect her arse is before? I decide that I what I really want to do to the Slayer tonight is shag her senseless.

I press my groin into her and pull her hard against me. I want to fuck her brains out.

* * * * * * * * 

I can't let him get away with this. I'm going to make him pay. But in his crypt.

* * * * * * * * 

Buffy suddenly pushes me off her. I look up, confused. And frustrated. Damn that woman.

* * * * * * * * 

The look on his face is priceless. This is going to be good. I walk a few paces towards his crypt then turn back.

"Well come on then, Spike aren't you going to show me how much of a Big Bad you really are?"

I smirk at the look on his face. Making Spike confused is going to be my new favourite hobby.

* * * * * * * * 

It's probably some cruel inhuman trick on her part but I follow her anyway. My cock leading the way.

* * * * * * * * 

We go inside Spike's crypt. Its dark, but he starts lighting candles.

* * * * * * * * 

I pull Buffy to me. I look into her eyes. She wants me. I give her my sexiest grin, then crush my mouth on hers. I try not to groan as her tongue darts into my mouth but I can't help it. It seems to work ok, though, because suddenly she's pulling me towards her.

* * * * * * * * 

Oh…..I bite my lip, trying not to moan. Spike's lips are at my neck and his hand is inside my panties. And I don't care. I lift one leg up around his waist and he presses me back against the wall. I'm being finger-fucked by a vampire, this insufferable blonde vampire, but I want more… Suddenly he's pulling me towards the big tomb in the centre of the crypt.

* * * * * * * * 

I can't believe I'm giving it to the Slayer from behind. I've got her bent over my tomb and I'm giving her it good. She's so wet. That short little skirt of hers hitched up over her arse. Aunnghyyynnn…such…a…fucking…tight…cunt….

* * * * * * * * 

Oh, fuck, oh my…nnnghhh…what the fuck is he doing back there? I can't believe I'm bent over this filthy tomb thing letting Spike take me. Letting him pound into me, his face buried in my neck. It was the kissing, definitely the kissing. I gasp out something unintelligible, nothing less intelligible than what's coming out of his mouth at the moment. Fuck, he's… so….big…

* * * * * * * * 

"Buffnghyyy…" That little moan thing she's got going is definitely doing it for me. Fucking…bloody…nghhyhhyhh…where'd she get those muscles?

* * * * * * * * 

If he keeps doing that to my clit, I'm going to…cummmmmm…BASTARD, why'd the fuck he stop!

* * * * * * * * 

I feel her about to come. "Not yet pet," I say and I stop teasing her sweet little quim. We're not finished this dance yet, not by a long way. Mind you if she keeps doing that…."Oh God, Bufffyyyyy…."

* * * * * * * * 

Two can play at that game. Slow strokes for a while now Fangboy. I will do that muscle thing though.

* * * * * * * * 

I think I've gone cross-eyed. Either that or my eyes 've rolled back into my head. I do know that I can't see anymore.

"Oh fucknnnnghhhhhh, Buffy!"

I thought only wanking sent you blind.

* * * * * * * * 

"Spike!" I gasp as he rams into me. Hard. He's not letting me go slow. I think the muscle thing sent him over the edge. I reach down and rub my clit to try to keep up.

* * * * * * * * 

"Oh Buffy, Buffy, fuck, Buffy," I know it doesn't make much sense, but then I'm not exactly having a moment of clarity here or anything. I gain some semblance of control and slow the pace a bit. Don't want to end this just yet. I shift a little so I've got one arm around her waist holding her against me. Now I can reach her breasts with my other hand. She's playing with herself and it’s the most erotic thing I've ever seen.

* * * * * * * * 

Ok, I like this. The way he's cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples. Oh, and that. How does he get so deep? I'm lost in the momentum. I don't think I'm thinking properly because at this moment, I don’t want this to end. I think I moan out loud again, but I'm not sure.

* * * * * * * * 

"Oh Buffy, love," I find myself saying. And its probably just the shagging, but at this moment, I think its true - those two words, Buffy, love. Suddenly I want to see her face.

* * * * * * * * 

Spike suddenly withdraws from me. He spins me around before I have a chance to protest and then he's pushing me back onto the tomb and is moving on top of me.

* * * * * * * * 

I pull her to me. She's so beautiful. Those big eyes, full of lust. I enter her again, this time slowly. I want to savour it as I slide into her wet pussy. She moans under me and then I'm kissing her like I can't stop.

* * * * * * * * 

Spike's tongue is in my mouth and his cock is inside me. And it's all that matters right now. I feel drunk with desire. I wrap my legs around his back and rock against him. He's moving very slowly. Suddenly he pulls away from the kiss and looks into my eyes. Something sharp pierces my heart. His eyes are full of gentleness…like he really….

* * * * * * * * 

"Buffy, I love you Buffy." Bloody hell, I said it. And at this moment I mean it. And I can see from her eyes, that at this moment, she feels it too.

* * * * * * * * 

Now we're fucking again. Really….oh migod….fucking…We roll off the tomb, we're on the floor. Somehow we managed to stay fucking during the whole process. Spike drives into me. I've never…ohgod…hnngSpikkkkke…fucked anyone like this before.

* * * * * * * * 

I can feel her cunt tightening around me. I rub her clit and watch her face. I want to see her face when I make her come.

* * * * * * * * 

"Oohhhhhhhhhspiikkke," I say, or something along those lines. I'm not quite sure what I'm saying at this moment. I look into Spike's eyes and the tidal wave of pleasure thunders over me.

* * * * * * * * 

"Buffy…" I groan and then I'm coming too. I pant out her name and hold her too me until the final shudders die away.

* * * * * * * * 

I walk home. A little unsteadily. I feel like I've just been soundly fucked. It’s a surprisingly nice feeling. I'm really going to have to kill that vampire. Especially if he keeps saying he loves me. Maybe he'll do me a favour and disappear like the rest of the guys I've slept with. I smile, thinking about before.

* * * * * * * * 

I light a cigarette and sit back in my couch, extremely satisfied. I think I can say, fairly truthfully, that that was unequivocally the best shag I'm had in a long time. Who'd a thought, the Slayer. Can't believe I said I love her. Probably do at that. Definitely don't hate her. And that makes it a bit difficult I spose, me being a vampire and all that.

* * * * * * * *

I climb into bed. I don't shower, and I'm not going to think about why. So what if I want to keep his smell on me for a little while longer. Besides I'm too tired to shower. He probably didn't mean it, the love thing. I'm going to have to stake him.

* * * * * * * *

Then again, I've always had a thing for Slayers.