KISS OR KILL (1/?)
 

               The sounds of the band followed Willow into the streets. She breathed in much
               needed air, thankful to leave the Bronze and her well meaning friends behind.
               She was relieved that Buffy had trusted her enough to walk home alone. She
               was so in need of some peace and quiet. She began to head North, making sure
               no one was around that looked undead. Things had actually been rather quiet
               since Angel had lost his soul. The only problems Buffy had really had had
               been Angelus.
 

               Willow felt so sorry for her friend. She knew Buffy still loved Angel. It
               must be terrible to see her lover's face on a cold blooded killer. She
               wondered if the slayer would ever be able to fight Angelus or if he would be
               the death of the slayer. She hated to see Angel killed but she knew in her
               heart that he was no longer the same man she had known. So much had changed
               in such a short time. She frowned thinking about all the variety of things
               that had happened.
 

               First and most importantly had been Buffy's loss of virginity. After that,
               they had learned that Miss Calendar wasn't who she said she was. Then she'd
               almost been killed by Angelus. Xander and Cordelia had started dating. That,
               in her mind, rated right up there with almost dying. Now, Oz had left her.
               She shook her head. Not really left her. They had just been dating a few
               times. Nothing much. But, she had seen him kissing a sophomore in school that
               day. He hadn't even been brave enough to tell her. She knew in her heart that
               he must have been using her due to his wolfie problem. She really hated being
               used.
 

               She had expected it though. No one ever wanted her. Even at the Bronze, it
               was always Cordelia and Buffy that got the looks and the requests for dances.
               She was always ignored. She sometimes thought that she could walk into the
               Bronze wearing a towel and no one would even notice. She just wasn't
               attractive that way. Brains over beauty. Not that she really minded. She'd
               rather be smart than pretty. She had to witness what Cordelia went through.
               Surprisingly, the brunette was actually rather smart. But, no one could
               accept brains and beauty, so Cordy chose to be the beauty. Willow couldn't
               imagine living a life like that.
 

               "Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
 

               Willow looked up, her eyes widening. Good grief. She'd been so absorbed in
               her thoughts, that she hadn't noticed her surroundings. "Spike."
 

               He smiled smugly, "You know me, pet? I must say, I don't think I've had the
               pleasure."
 

               "Uh...we haven't been officially introduced" Willow sputtered, kicking
               herself mentally for that asinane comment. Sorry Mr Spike, but as you've
               tried to kill us you never learned my name. Duh, Willow. Be smart.
 

               Spike looked at the pretty redhead and almost smiled. Her emotions were
               clearly outlined on her face. She was arguing with herself. He stretched,
               thankful his damn sire had taken off for a few days with Drusilla. It was
               nice to be out and acting normal for a time. Of course, he couldn't let the
               bastard know he was walking. He wasn't that strong yet. Damn randy slayer had
               to fuck the bloody wanker. Go and ruin his unlife, she did. Suddenly, he
               remembered, "The slayer's shadow."
 

               Willow felt a spark of irritation, "The name is Willow. Are you going to kill
               me or bore me to death?"
 

               Spike laughed. She was spunky. He liked that. He felt his cock harden as he
               looked at her. Red hair, fire in her eyes, slender form, firm breasts. Pretty
               little thing. He could smell her innocence. He wondered if she would be that
               sassy in his bed. He smiled suddenly, a desire to play going through him. It
               had been awhile since he had had any fun. Who better than the slaye'r's
               little friend? While Angelus was away, he could play...no one would be the
               wiser. Besides, he really wanted to fuck the girl. "Well, Red. If you insist,
               I could kill you. But, I was thinking I'd much rather kiss you. Up to you
               though, pet. What shall it be? Your decision. Kiss or kill?"
 

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