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Chapter 7
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Spike decided this opportunity for a willing Buffy to be in his arms needed someplace a bit more private than the middle of Sunnydale’s newest cemetery. "Buffy, love, maybe we could move this perfectly wonderful moment someplace a little less open?"

Buffy nodded in agreement and looked around for some sort of shelter nearby. She wasn’t in the mood to waste a lot of time changing locations when her entire body was screaming for Spike’s touch and taste. Now that she had finally decided to just follow her heart, it felt like she had already wasted too much time.

"Nobody’s home tonight," she suggested. "Dawn’s at Janice’s, Tara and Willow are working on a paper at the library all night and Giles is staying at the Magic Box so he can receive an early delivery. We’d have the whole place to ourselves with no
interruptions."

"Sounds perfect, kitten. I’d race you but I don’t want to let go of you in case you disappear!" Spike lifted Buffy’s hand and kissed it.

"Speed walk?" Buffy asked. "We’re two superpowered beings, I think we can set a land speed record if we try." They smiled at one another and turned to head toward Revello Drive.

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While the vampire and his Slayer were racing across Sunnydale, the gang of Harley-riding demons was roaring into town from the other direction. As soon as Spike heard the whoop and roar of Mag’s marauders, he knew his luck had run out for a spot of lovin’ tonight.

"Miserable, butt-ugly moron’s gonna pay for pickin’ tonight to play ‘Easy Rider’ in my town. I’m gonna pull off his arms and beat him to death with them!" Spike swore, meaning every word literally for a change.

The gang roared to a stop when Mag spotted Spike and the robot Slayer on the sidewalk. "Spike! Out walking the 2.0 model? Haven’t seen you in an age. Any reason you’re walking with that hunk of junk?"

Buffy whispered to Spike, "Who is this guy and why did he call me a hunk of junk?"

Spike turned to Buffy and spoke quickly, "This demon’s name is Mag. He really is as bad as he looks, love. Let me try to buy us some time, okay? I’ve seen what happens to human girls when he gets done with them and Slayer or no Slayer, he’s not getting anywhere near you, pet! I think he thinks you’re the Bot; don’t know why though. He was always more muscle than brains."

Spike didn’t wait for Buffy to agree to let him lead before he turned to the bike-riding hoard and gave Mag his best evil smirk. "Mag, boys. Long time. ’69 wasn’t it? Altamont with the Stones and lots of bash and smash. Kinda surprised you let the Hell’s Angels take all the credit for that bit of mischief. What’re you doin in my town, Mag? Last I heard you were happily ruling some little desert berg just north of the border?"

"Little rumor the Slayer’s not real, just a bunch of wires and plastic. Seemed like a good time to migrate north a bit. Hellmouth’s always a great place for a bitchin’ party. So what’s a Master Vampire like you doing with Miss Beep-n-Click?"

"Well, you know how rumors are, Mag…not worth the blood you’re gonna lose for listenin’ to them." Spike moved to stand in the middle of the street, defying the demons on motorcycles to charge him.

"What the fuck’s wrong with you, man? If that girly’s the real deal, why’s she doin’ the stroll with you?" Razor was confused. "Man, you’re still a vampire, right?"

"Because Master Vampires deserve the very best, right, sweetie?" Buffy joined Spike in the street and linked her arm with his, smiling up at him sweetly. "Wanna kick the asses of these old buds of yours so we can move on to better things?"

"What kind of shit is this, Spike? You finally go as crazy as your old lady? Geez, man, you trade in hot but crazy for hot and airhead? You’re one fucked up vamp, dude!" Razor said and revved up his engine.

Spike grumbled to himself, "Not as fucked as I was hopin’, you miserable bugger."

The gang moved on the pair quickly, but Buffy and Spike held their ground until the marauders were right on them. At the last possible moment, they each leaped apart and turned on the bike-riding demons. Spike kicked Mag off his bike first and was making progress on his plan to remove the ugly demon’s arms. Buffy had staked two of the minor gang members already and was fighting Razor in a frenzy of fists and feet.

"Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s not polite to interfere with a fella on a date, you pillock?" Spike shouted as he finally wrenched an arm free and began to beat Mag over the head with it. "I’ve got better things to do with my time and energy than dance with the likes of you."

Buffy finally managed to get Razor in a headlock and was positioning herself to snap the demon’s neck when one of the other gang members crept up behind her. Spike saw the movement and yelled a warning. Buffy made quick work of Razor and spun on the luckless no-name, delivering a killing punch through his chest. "Whoops, guess your heart’s not in the right spot after all," she quipped as her fist came out with
an unidentified organ where a heart would normally be. Whatever it was, it was enough to drop the demon in his tracks and cause him to fall at Buffy’s feet, a
gurgling mass of dying demon.

The distraction of warning Buffy had given Mag a moment to scramble to his feet and lunge at Spike with a heavy chain. Spike caught the chain just before it
would have connected with his torso and wrapped it around the demon’s neck. "Say bye-bye to the nice Slayer, Mag," he said as he pulled the chain tight popping the demon’s head off.

The few remaining members of the erstwhile motorcycle gang quickly spun their bikes around and headed back south to the place they called home.

"Well, Slayer, looks like I just got me a new ride. Been wantin’ one of these. Want a lift home?" Spike climbed on Mag’s tricked out Harley and motioned behind him.

"This will get us there faster, so, okay, but I am not riding this thing with you until you get me a helmet. I was awake in driver’s ed when they showed that film about motorcycle accidents." Buffy shuddered at the memory of the gory accident that had sickened half the class.

"You took driver’s ed, Slayer?" Spike laughed as she playfully hit his shoulder.

"Just for that, I get the first shower. There is no way you’re touching me until we’re both squeaky clean. I mean squeaky, too, Mr. Clairol!" Buffy laughed as Spike started up the bike and sped off towards home and the return of yummy vampire kisses.