This fic was written for a ficathon at Holiday_BTVS the requirements were Angst, A Celebrity, and a Fight. Thanks to Vampgirly for the beta!



“Hello, luv”

Buffy froze Spike! Master Vampire! Danger! Her mind screamed. Her body however, had a mind of it’s own. She felt his hard body pressed against her and his cool lips on her ear. Her senses were humming. It had been too many months since she had been touched by someone in such an intimate way. Spike’s not a someone he is a vampire her mind screamed, and yet she found herself wondering. Has he always smelled so good? Were his lips this soft? Buffy closed her eyes, getting lost in the sensations.

Spike had expected many things as he approached the slayer, anger, pain, maybe even dust…but arousal?

Lifting his head in the air, his nostrils flared at her sweet scent. It wasn’t the first time he had smelled the musky essence. She had often become aroused when they fought, but he had always figured it was the fight itself that was making her hot. His cock jumped, forcing Spike to take a step backward. The last thing he needed was the slayer knowing she had effected him. Besides it wasn’t like he was really attracted to her, he reminded himself.

“Whas’ a matter slayer, something bothering you?” Spike teased.

Hearing him call her slayer broke her from her thoughts. Whirling around to face him, she paused. He looked so…different. His hair was slightly longer, with a riot of curls replacing the usual slicked back look. He looked younger, softer…Buffy shook her head What is wrong with me?

“What the hell are you doing here Spike?” She feigned disgust.

“It’s a party slayer, you know where people come to drink and be social” Spike smirked.

“You’re not people bleach boy! You’re a demon!” Buffy spat, feeling the need to not only remind him, but herself as well.

“Yeah, well you would be surprised how many demons there actually are at this here party slayer. Hollywood is full of ‘em.”

“Oh yeah right! I’m sure a demon could be famous.” Buffy snorted.

“See that chit over there with all the gits hangin all over her?” Spike directed her attention to the center of the room.

“Oh my God that is Paris Hilton! I suppose you are gonna tell me someone with her is a demon?” Buffy eyed him skeptically.

“Actually, luv she is. A vampire to be exact.” Spike stated,

“Oh right Spike, she’s a vamp?” Buffy giggled.

“It’s true! Think about it slayer, does anyone see her during the day? Ever heard of her before a couple years ago? Damn slayer, you really are off your game if you can‘t even spot a vamp anymore.”

Buffy focused closely opening up her senses, after a moment her eyes popped open. “Oh my God, she is a vampire!”

Spike chuckled “Relax slayer, no need to go staking ‘er. When you’re that rich you don’t need to kill to feed. You have them bloody well standing in line.”

“Stop calling me that” Buffy whispered.

“Calling you what? Slayer? What you undercover or something?” Spike taunted.

“No, I’m just not…that anymore,” she breathed.

Spike cocked his head to the side appraising her. “What do you mean you’re not the slayer anymore?”

“I quit” Buffy stated looking away.

“Oh you quit” Spike chuckled “Funny I didn’t realize it was that easy. I thought it was some kind of bloody sacred calling.”

“Fuck you Spike! I don’t need you telling me about what a slayer is. Why don’t you just get out of here before I remind you what a slayer is.” Buffy grinned.

Spike took a menacing step closer “Oh yeah, just like you showed those vamps last night in the alley?”

Her eyes widened How does he know? “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she muttered turning to walk away.

Spike grabbed her arm yanking her flush against him “I’m talking about three vamps, one big and mean and two little fledglings. Three vamps that got the better of you. Three vamps that are only dust because of me!”

Buffy gasped it was him. He had saved her.

“Why?” she whispered not sure if she had actually said it out loud.

Why? this was a question he had been asking himself all day. Why save her? Why take her to safety? Why clean her wounds? Spike suddenly released her, shoving her back away from him. He gave her the only answer he had come up with.

“I figured wasn’t right for you to go out like that. Not even fighting.” He looked at her intently “Why weren’t you fighting?”

“What? I don’t know what you thought you saw Spike, but…”

He grabbed her arms cutting her off mid-sentence “Cut the bullshit slayer. I’ve fought you! You are one of the best I’ve ever seen. They didn’t beat you! You let them win! Don’t get me wrong I don’t give a rot if you live or die, but the question is, why don’t you care?”

Buffy broke free of his grasp, ran out the door and down the steps. She ran aimlessly into the night. Tears blinded her as they streamed from her eyes. She knew the answer to his question, but the answer was just too painful to bear. Running for miles, she ignored the sounds signaling the approach of her attacker. Suddenly she was tackled, flying face first into the ground.

Buffy grunted as Spike turned her around so she was flat on her back. He pinned her with his strong legs, expecting her to struggle. She didn’t, instead she lifted her head baring her neck.

“Please…just do it” she cried. “I can’t do this anymore. Please, just kill me!”

Buffy closed her eyes. Somehow it was fitting that Spike end her life. He was a warrior, like she had been. A master vampire who had killed two slayers before her. Yes, this would be a fitting death, she decided. She felt his breath on her, but was surprised when instead of biting her, he smashed his mouth against hers.