The Lone Vampire walking through the cemetery was suddenly grabbed from behind and slammed up against a tree. He struggled against the tiny hand that held his neck in a bruising grip.

“Where can I find the Slayer?” The husky, female voice asked.

The Vampire looked down at the tiny blonde, leather clad woman.

“Who wants to know?” He rasped.

“Me!”

“And who are you?”

“Buffy.”

“Buffy?” The Vampire sniggered and then choked as the grip on his throat tightened even more.

“You don’t like my name, you wanker? Just because I’m small, it doesn’t mean you can fuck with me.”

She vamped out and the Vampire trembled at the look in her yellow eyes, recognising one of the Master’s line when he saw one.

“Okay, okay,” he spluttered, “He usually patrols here first and when off duty he goes to a club called The Bronze.”

Buffy let go of the creature’s neck, “And is he there now…this club?”

“Probably,” said the Vampire and rubbed his throat.

Buffy nodded, “Good. And what does he look like?”

“Tall, bleached hair. Billy Idol look a like. You can’t miss him.”

She waved him off and watched as the cowardly Vamp scampered away. God, what a disgrace to our kind! And clearly the Slayer has free reign in this town. Time for things to change around here.

Buffy walked into town, her hips swinging in her tight black leather trousers.

***

In the bronze, William the Vampire Slayer, or ‘Spike’ as he was better known was dancing with his friends. He was having a great time, relaxing before a French exam tomorrow and nothing was going to ruin his fun.

Spike was oblivious to the tiny blonde searching for him in the crowded club. Buffy moved seductively through the throng of people, completely at ease with her sexuality and well aware of the effect she had on some of the males. She was like a cat stalking its prey as she scanned the humans. Nothing could distract her, and at last she saw a bleached blond head out on the dance floor. She smirked and headed to one side of the dancers. From a vantage point a few feet away she stared at the Slayer.

He was a good 5ft 10, broad shouldered and lean hipped. He moved well as a dancer and Buffy could see his strength. When he turned in her direction, she also saw he was very handsome. Cuter than the last one, she thought. Those cheekbones are to die for, and those blue eyes! The Slayer suddenly quirked an eyebrow at something a red-haired girl had said to him and Buffy noticed the scar on it. Oh, very sexy, she smiled. I’m going to enjoy killing you, my boy. She moved off into the crowd once more.

Spike felt his spider senses tingle and looked up. He could have sworn he was being watched by someone, or rather something. But if there had been a Vamp there, they were not there now. He shrugged and carried on dancing. Vamps hardly dared venture into town much these days. They were all too scared of him.

Buffy headed towards the Vampire couple she had seen earlier and watched as they enticed a couple of young girls outside. Now was her time to make a move. She rushed up to the DJ and asked where the phone was, then she said, “There’s a crazy couple trying to bite some girls out there!”

She noted in amusement that the Slayer had indeed heard her and he had rushed off outside. Buffy followed him and jumped up onto the low roof of a building. She had a perfect view of the Slayer fighting in the alleyway below.

Buffy noted that he held his own easily. He punched and kicked the Vamps, until at last he whipped out a stake and dusted them. From this encounter, she had learnt some of his moves, but the Vamp couple hadn’t really been much of a challenge.

“Well done, Slayer,” she purred as he had started to walk away.

Spike whipped around and looked up to see where that sexy British voice had come from. He saw a tiny blonde woman dressed to kill in figure hugging leather standing on the roof. She was a pretty little thing he noticed before his spider senses tingled.

“Glad you enjoyed the show,” he said and gave a theatrical bow.

Buffy smiled. He really was delicious. He had no fear and obviously had a good sense of humour.

“But, they weren’t really up to much, were they? Wait until you fight me!”

Spike frowned, “And, who are you, cutie?”

“Buffy,” she told him, before back flipping into darkness.

Spike jumped up onto the roof to follow, but there was no sign of the Vampiress. Curious, he thought. Better let Giles know.

***

Giles took his glasses off, polished them and put them back on.

“And you say she was a British Vampiress, called ‘Buffy’? What a curious name.”

“It’s a damn stupid name if you ask me. Anyway she made a vague threat about fighting me and then disappeared. I just wanted to know if she was dangerous.”

Giles picked up one of his books that detailed the exploits of some of history’s more notorious Vampires.

“Let’s have a look….”

Giles quickly thumbed through the pages, “Ah ha… here we go. Oh…oh dear! This isn’t good. Buffy, or rather Elizabeth Anne Summers, sired by one of the Master’s line in 1880, got her nickname by impaling her victims on train buffers once she had finished torturing them.”

“And she looked so cute too,” Spike said, “What else is there, Giles?”

“Erm, yes, well….apparently once she knew about the existence of the Slayer, she delighted in hunting him. She’s fought two Slayers and killed them both. And they’re the ones we know about”

“Oh! Guess I’m next on her list, huh? What do you think I should do, Giles - let her find me, or go after her?”

“I don’t know, Spike. She’s very clever and erm…it says here that she’s very much like a Black Widow Spider.”

“You’ve lost me G Man.”

Giles fiddled with his glasses, “Well, erm… she takes great pleasure in toying with her victim. She…er..likes to seduce the Slayer first and then kill him.”

Spike blinked, “Are you telling me she wants to jump my bones…or ‘shag’ me as you Brits say?”

“Yes, that’s what I’m saying.”

“Fucking hell!” Spike said with feeling, “Well, there’s no damn way that that bitch is having me.”

***

Buffy watched through the net curtain in the house across the street, as the Slayer left for college. She smiled. It was time to get an invite into the Slayer’s house. She came away from the window and stepped over the body on the floor. Then she walked out into the daylight. The clouds over the sun afforded her all the protection she needed to cross the road. She knocked on the Slayer’s door.

Joyce opened the door to find a pretty young blonde woman standing on the doorstep.

“Hello,” the stranger said, “I’m Elizabeth. I’ve just moved in down the road and wanted to introduce myself to my neighbours.”

Joyce could tell by the accent that the woman was British and she was intrigued to hear more about her. She smiled, “Come on in. I know what it’s like being new to the neighbourhood.”

Buffy smiled sweetly and stepped inside.

***

Spike warily finished his patrol. He kept expecting that Buffy to jump out at him and try and have her wicked way with him. He began to wish that Giles had left that part out. All he needed to know was that she was a dangerous Vampiress and that he could kill her. God, the very idea of a Vampire trying it on with him made him feel sick. It was beyond obscene.

Spike headed for home. He needed a shower and a drink.

***

Buffy watched from over the street as Spike returned from his patrol, before climbing up into the tree outside his window. She watched as he came into his bedroom and started stripping off for the shower. He was tanned; muscled perfection and she couldn’t wait to have this one. She could just tell that he was really going to fight, and she loved it when they danced with her.

Spike disappeared into the bathroom, and Buffy slipped quietly into his room. She knew she had a good few minutes to wait for him, so she went out into the hall and located Joyce’s room. The woman was fast asleep, but she mustn’t wake up. Buffy closed the door and went over to the sleeping figure in vamp mode.

Joyce didn’t know what hit her. One moment she was fast asleep and the next there was a sharp pain in her neck. She struggled awake and tried to scream but there was a hand clamped over her mouth. She felt her life draining away and it beginning to get dark. She didn’t have any strength left to struggle. Why was it so cold all of a sudden?

Buffy pulled away as she felt Joyce’s heart flutter for the last time. She wiped the blood off her mouth with a towel and left the room.

Now no one could interrupt her little meeting with the Slayer.

She slipped quietly back into Spike’s room and waited for him to come out of the bathroom. She didn’t have long to wait.

Spike entered his room with a towel slung around his hips and his hands rubbing his hair dry with a smaller towel. He didn’t see Buffy at first and she waited in anticipation.

His spider senses began to tingle and Spike finally looked up.

“You! …..How did you get in?”

Buffy smirked, “Your dear Mother invited me in for a coffee earlier today.”

Spike swore under his breath, “That was her mistake then….what the hell are you doing?” He asked in astonishment as Buffy unzipped the black dress she was wearing and let it slide down her naked form. She stood in nothing but her pale perfection and her high heels.

Spike’s jaw dropped open, and then he came to his senses. “You can just get dressed and get the hell out. I know all about you…”

“Well, you know what I want then, don’t you?” she purred, as she sauntered slowly over to him.

Spike panicked. He was used to Vampires attacking him, not stripping off in front of him.

“I’m not interested in you,” he muttered.

“You don’t have a choice, Slayer.”

She now stood in front of him and ate him with her eyes.

“Yes, I do!” He said and punched her on the jaw.

Buffy’s head swung back and she laughed.

“I knew you’d fight me, “She said giddy with excitement.

Spike looked at her in horror, “Stay away from me, you crazy bitch!”

“No!” She said, and whipped his towel away, “Oh, very nice.”

Spike instinctively cupped a hand to his loins. This couldn’t be happening. Furious that it was, he struck out at the pretty face again.

Buffy flew backwards onto the bed and raised herself on her elbows. Her green eyes glowed with lust, “Blimey, you’re keen, lover!” She drawled.

Spike ran to a cupboard and took out a stake. He held it in front of him, “Hardly. You disgust me. You’re an undead, evil thing!”

“Yeah right. You’re a liar, Slayer. I bet you’ve wondered what it would be like to shag a Vampire. I’ve got muscles your human girls can only dream about!”

Spike gulped and the stake wavered in his hand. He wasn’t attracted to the evil Vampire bitch. He wasn’t! And yet, she was right. He couldn’t help wondering about those muscles.

Buffy saw his resolve weakening and jumped up from the bed, kicking her heeled shoes off as she did so. She walked up to him and ran a hand down his chest and abs. She felt his muscles quiver in response.

“You’re warm,” Spike said in surprise, “I thought your touch would be cold.”

“I’ve just fed.” Off your Mum in fact.

Okay, now that was sick. He was sick for letting her touch him. Spike raised the stake and went for her heart, but Buffy was too quick for him. She knocked the stake from his hand and threw him over her shoulder. He landed on the floor near the bed and Buffy quickly dove after him.

Vampiress and Slayer rolled together on the floor, punching and kicking, until Buffy ended up straddling Spike. Green eyes stared down into brilliant blue.

“I always like a run for my money. You really are quite special,” she said and crushed his lips with hers.

Spike struggled, but she was very strong. Her thighs held him in a vice like grip and her hands gripped his to the floor. Her tongue invaded his mouth and to his horror he began kissing her back. She tasted of vanilla, not death.

Buffy’s hands released his and she began to caresses him with light strokes. She felt him shudder in response, and left his mouth to taste his body with her lips and tongue. He was gorgeous. A tanned Greek God ready for defiling.

Spike groaned with pleasure at the feel of her lips on his skin. He knew he should stop her and he would in a moment. He’d let her think she was having her way with him and then he would strike. But just for now, she could carry on using that wicked mouth of hers. And …oh God…her mouth wrapped around his cock was unbelievable.

Buffy licked and sucked his impressive cock, revelling in the effect she was having on him. Her fingers massaged his balls and caressed the crease, which made him grow harder in her mouth. Buffy smiled. She was pleased with her boy. And when he finally came in her mouth she swallowed it down greedily.

She looked up to find a stunned Slayer staring at her and she licked her lips,

“Mmmm,” she said.

Then she straddled him once more and impaled herself on his semi hard cock. She squeezed with her Vampire muscles as she rode him and Spike soon found himself fully erect.

Spike stared at the blonde beauty riding him, her small breasts jiggling with the effort and he managed to forget the danger. He leant forward and suckled on a hard nipple and was rewarded with a whimper. He bit down on the nub and she squealed with pleasure.

“Yes…that’s it.”

Encouraged, Spike tweaked hard on the other nipple with his fingers and Buffy purred in response.

She rode him harder and faster until at last they orgasmed together. Then Buffy vamped out and bit into Spike’s neck She drank heavily from the Slayer, coming again at the taste of his blood on her tongue. Slayer blood really was an anthrodisiac. She could taste all of the years of his life and it was wonderful. And it turned her on that he struggled so hard to throw her off. His hips bucked beneath her in a gross parody of the sex act and his hands tried to push her away from his neck.

Spike knew he was dying and reached under his bed for a stake. Just as he felt his last breath of life, he found a sudden hidden strength and staked the Vampiress in the heart.

Buffy looked down at the stake in shock,

“Bloody hell,” she said before exploding into dust.

Spike smiled in triumph as he died.