Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox studios. This story is not meant to infringe upon anyone's rights, only to entertain.

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Chapter 12 - I Already Know

Buffy walked through the cemetery alone, senses alert and stake at the ready. It had been a pretty uneventful night. Her stomach wasn’t doing any flip flops which was good. She quickly looked down at her watch. Two more hours to kill. She wished Spike was with her tonight but he insisted that she couldn’t go where he was going. She wasn’t sure if it was a good idea for her to be by herself but Spike assured her that if she could handle herself before she was the Slayer, then this should be a walk in the park.

Buffy let her instincts take over, as she fought the fledgling vampire that had just clawed his way out of his grave. The fight didn’t take too long with Buffy as the victor, but the fledgling was able to put a few whacks in that she knew would leave a mark for at least a day. She was learning to trust her body and her instincts. As dust settled on her feet, she felt another pull on her belly, but smiled as she heard the familiar dulcet voice call her name. “Buffy, left yourself a little too open on your right, Slayer.”
She gave a little pout, then rubbed the sore spot on her side where the vampire had hit her. “Been stalking me again?”

His lips formed a knowing grin as he sauntered slowly towards her. Buffy shoved the stake she was holding behind her back and looked down to notice the big scuff mark on her right boot. “Awww… just buffed these yesterday.”

“What am I going to do with you?”

“Take me shopping? I could use some new clothes.”

“You know we have other things to worry about.” Spike said as he turned his back to her and started walking towards the direction of her house. They moved in there about a week ago. They could have moved in weeks earlier, but Buffy was always afraid that Angelus might show up there. But since becoming a Slayer, she felt a little more confident about being on her own. It took a while to go through all the junk mail and bills that had piled up since her Mom got into her little accident. She had to ask help from her Dad on paying the bills and he was nice enough to give her some money. It wasn’t easy to explain why she didn’t want to really move to L.A., but like her father really cared what she said. He had a new life now and Buffy wasn’t too thrilled about her stepmom so in the end it all worked out – sort of.

Spike stopped in his tracks when he heard her call his name.

“I don’t want to go home yet”, she said solemnly.

Spike turned around and cocked his head to one side. "What's wrong, love?", he said walking back towards her. When she didn't answer but just looked at the grass by her feet, he pulled her into his arms and started nuzzling her neck. "Well, if it makes a difference, I want to go home." He pulled his head back for a moment, looking at her with want and need. He moved his left hand to caresses her arm tenderly, sucking in cheeks into that devilish grin.

Buffy couldn't help but blush a little and she leaned in to taste his cold lips. “Can we pass by the college tonight? I heard they have a football game.”, she said when their lips parted.

Spike raised an eyebrow questioningly, but knowing full well why she wanted to pass by. It was just another layer to the illusion of normalcy. She could just pretend that everything was alright in her world surrounded by people her own age. But normalcy also meant not being able to entertain his desires. He would be a field full of people and he knew she wouldn’t let him feed. “I haven’t fed yet, love. And I know you wouldn’t want me to eat any of the spectators.”

“But I want you there with me. Besides, its football. You know, broken bones, people getting crushed..”

“Ain’t fun unless someone at least bleeds.”

“I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

Spike raised his eyebrows in interest, “Well I was thinking of something fun to do, but now you've got my bloodlust peeked. Only thing I’m really interested right now is feeding. Don’t think you can top that, pet”

“Oh, I think I could”, she said licking her lips and giving him a playful wink.

"Better than last night?", he asked as he recalled moments of skin against skin, lips slightly parted, warm breath on cold muscles, soft breasts begging to be fondled.

Buffy leaned in attacking his lips with passion, letting her tongue play with his own.

His curiosity raised with a promise of a night possibly better than the last, Spike let her take his hand and lead the way.

Spike took little interest in what was going on on the football field. He pretty much occupied himself with people watching and annoying Buffy with flirtatious advances. His objective was two-fold. He could hear their blood calling in unison much like the cheers they were giving for their team. The demon in him, hungry for life, wanted to cause chaos and death, but by focusing on Buffy, he could push the hunger down for a little bit longer. The memory of the taste of her blood, enough to temporarily satiate the appetite that was inside him. And second, it was amusing to watch her reactions to his advances. She’d glare at him or slap his hand away and it was fun watching the range of emotions on her face from her pouts to that subtle hint of desire when he’d touch or kiss something that she liked.

When the game was over, they waited for the crowd to thin out before heading out themselves. No sooner had they left the field that Spike gently nudged Buffy against a tree, pinning her against it with his body. He wanted a quick taste of what was to come tonight ... wanted a bit of his prize now. He pressed his cold lips on hers for a moment, before moving to trail kisses down to her jaw, then to her neck. He smiled seeing the scars that she wore, his tongue lightly tracing one of them as he inhaled her scent. He moved his head back a bit, letting his demon out and as he lowered it once again to now taste her, he felt something wet and burning hit his face.

“Stay away from her, vampire!”, he heard a man call from behind him. Turning quickly, he saw a middle-aged man holding a couple of small vials of holy water, arms raised ready to throw another his way.

“Bloody hell, what the bugger do you think you’re doing?”

The man paid him no heed but was looking straight at Buffy. “Are you okay Ms. Summers?”

“Uhm… yeah.” Buffy said a little confused and flustered.

“Run Ms. Summers, I’ll take care of this vampire!” He said, gingerly tightening his grip on a wooden stake he had in his left hand.

“Why would I want to do that?” Buffy said, moving in between the man and Spike, more to protect the newcomer as she could sense the agitation in Spike’s stance.

“He is a vampire. He is evil. And he will kill you.”

“Well you got one and two right, but as for killing, he hasn’t yet.”, she said turning her head to look at Spike, smiling at him sweetly.

“Oh my God, you’ve been bitten.” The man said in utter horror as he saw the bite marks that marred her neck.

Instinctively, Buffy touched the right side of her neck and let her fingers trace Spike’s branding. “Nothing wrong with that is it?”, she said, leaning into Spike’s frame, hoping that he was starting to calm down. She smiled, as she felt his cool arms snake around her, his hands possessively resting on her waist.

“But you’re the Chosen One, the Slayer. If you had been turned, the Council would have obviously told me about this.”

“The bloody wanker is a Watcher.” Spike said finally breaking his silence. “Told you they’d eventually find you, Slayer.”

“Wish you wouldn’t call me that. Just doesn’t seem right coming from you.” She said with a little pout.

The man lowered his hand, vials disappearing into a coat pocket. “So you know?”

“About being a Slayer? Uhm, yeah. For every generation, a girl is chosen, called to be the Slayer to save the innocent and defeat the vampires. Or something like that. Oh and FYI, I’m still 100% human, well, will Slayer powers.”

“But then why are you letting a vampire bite you.” the man said flustered, as he adjusted the glasses on his face.

Without even flinching, Buffy looked at the man straight in the eye. “Because I belong to him.”