Chapter Two
Buffy’s Point of View

“Giles, I have a problem.” I watch as the man walks across the room struggling to carry a large stack of books. I would offer to help him, but Xander told me to let men be. It’s emasculating or something.

“I don’t suppose this would be a school studies problem?”

“No such luck. On the plus side it probably doesn’t need any researching.” I cross my legs and lean further back into the chair, waiting for his undivided attention. When I finally get it, he sits down and cleans off his glasses. “Okay, I know that I get the tinglies when a vampire is near, but can it be stronger with specific vampires?”

“Well, yes. The stronger a vampire the more of a sensation you will get. Have you come across a stronger than average vampire?”

“That’s just it, I’m not too sure. I can never find him. He’s always there, but I can’t see him. He’s been driving me crazy, Giles. He stays around my house at night so that I have a hard time sleeping. He’s torturing me. I feel like I’m running on empty here. Caffeine can only do so much for a person.”

“You know that it is a male vampire?”

“Yes, I saw him last night, sitting outside my window. How creepy is that? By the time I realized that he had enough gall to watch me sleep, he was gone. I don’t know if he does it every night but it was enough to give me a serious case of the creeps. Before you ask, no, I can’t tell you what he looked like. I could only see his outline.” My body shudders at the thought of my stalker.

Giles lets out a sigh and tells me there isn’t really much he can do for me. He has nothing to go on. “The only thing I can really suggest is to sleep in a different room or step up your patrolling.”

“I can’t step it up. Mom is already kind of mad about the amount of time I spend out there.”

“Have you asked Angel if he has heard of any other older vampires coming to town?” I don’t bother to tell him that I don’t really talk shop with Angel that much anymore. It’s hard to talk to a guy that runs from you every chance he gets. I have a feeling that I would be much more concerned about it if I wasn’t so preoccupied every night.

“Older than him? No. Why don’t I get the same feeling while he comes around?”

Giles cocks his head to the side and scratches the top of his head. “I don’t know. Possibly because of his soul? That is a good question.”

The bell rings for next period and I gather my belongings. “Time for me to go. Ponder that thought for the both of us, will you?”

Spike’s Point of View

The sun is down far enough for me to leave the factory, so that I may begin my plan for tonight. I say goodbye to Dru but she is too busy torturing a teenager that I picked up last night on my way home. I drive my Desoto over to the slayer’s residence and wait. I sit in complete silence in the car, waiting for her to leave the house. It’s Friday, she goes to the Bronze. I have never bothered to be this patient about anything. Yet, I know I need to do it right. I need to restore a bit of sanity to Drusilla so that she may join me in romping through the countries leaving a trail of dead wherever we go. A small red car pulls up outside of her house and I watch as the slayer runs out to the car. Her hair is pulled back loosely on top of her head, her shoulders and legs are bared to the wind.

I don’t usually get the pleasure of seeing or fighting a slayer until they are in their twenties, but this one is young. Her body is at it’s peak and she is one of the best slayers I’ve seen. No match for myself, of course. The car pulls away and I start mine up. Normally this would be where I follow her, but I have other plans tonight. I pull my car up to the front of her house and purposely stall my car. I make all sorts of noise and attract the attention I had been looking for. The slayer’s mum peeks her head through the shades of a downstairs window. I take out a never before used cell phone and pretend that it is dead. I smile and hold the phone in the air. I look directly at her and point to the phone. She leaves the window and a moment later she opens up the door. “Come on in! You can use mine.” I run up to the door and she ushers me into the house.

“Thank you…”

“Joyce, my name is Joyce.”

Buffy’s Point of View

Every week I come here and try to find that annoying vampire. I don’t feel him here yet but I know he will be. Each night that I am here I leave with as many undead as possible. I ask them if they want to go out for a bite to eat and they all chuckle a little thinking that it is irony at it‘s best. If they ask me first, they think they are funny and witty. No matter the situation they all end the same way. Dusted.

“Buffy? Do you have to start already? We just got here. Spend some time, have some fun.” I look over to Willow and Xander. They sit there sipping their sodas and Willow pleads some more. I look around and spot all of the vampires lurking.

“I suppose. I’m sorry guys, it’s just that I’m so tired. I want this guy gone. A cranky Buffy isn’t very fun for any of the parties involved.” I sigh and sit up at the table with them.

“You can always spend the night over my house, Buff.” Xander offers and slides his drink over to me. I just raise an eyebrow at him and laugh.

“Thanks, Xander. But I’ll take my chances. I’ll find the idiot eventually. I wanna dance.” I jump up and start dancing by myself. Truthfully, I want to get a head start on the vamps. I slowly make my way over to a guy who looks like he belongs back a decade or two, and start my Friday ritual. As I’m getting ready to lead the guy outside, the familiar feeling of the other vampire makes it’s return. Fun.

Spike’s Point of View

I arrived just in time to watch the slayer bring out an idiot lackey. I take my usual spot in a dark corner to watch. Someone should really let her mother know not to let strangers into their house once the sun goes down. Inside, there were pictures of Buffy everywhere. I had no idea the slayer had been a cheerleader. It just further proved she was not a typical slayer. Most have been alone, without friends or popularity.

I go over to the bar and grab a beer off of the counter and get back to my seat. The twit looks around for his drink and begins to blame the man next to him. The scene that unfolds amuses me until the slayer walks back inside, dusting the last guy off of her, no doubt. She takes a quick scan of the people on the dance floor, looking for me. Her shoulders droop a bit and resigns to dancing up against another vampire trying to pass off as human. Her hips sway slowly to the music and she throws her head back. The guy tries to slide his hands up and over her breasts and she slaps his hand away. She’s scowling as she starts talking to him.

Next to me, a couple slams up against the wall making out. I drink the last of the beer and throw the bottle at their feet. “Move along, kiddies.” The girl squeals and they move on.

Buffy’s Point of View

Another uneventful night. I killed six of the damn things and none of them were the one that I am looking for. I can feel that he’s here, but where? If I were at the top of my game I could probably find him, but I am not. Even if I could find him, at this point, I don’t know if it would be wise for me to fight him. If he is strong enough to evoke this feeling, would I be strong enough to beat him?

I continue to dance to the music, my eyes closed, hands up in the air. Angel is supposed to show up at some point tonight but I am getting tired. If he doesn’t show up soon I am just going to go home. I tell myself, one more time, one more song. Then I will go see Willow and Xander before I leave. The feeling gets stronger as he moves closer to me. He’s behind me, I know that much. I feel a hand travel across my ass and he whispers something in my ear. “Tonight.” His voice is raspy and he smells of smoke and beer. His voice excites me. Just the one word held a promise. I turn around quickly to find this mystery dead guy and he’s gone. He’s gone and so is the feeling.

I run over to the table and find Willow half asleep leaning up against Xander. “Did you see him?” I ask.

“See who?” Xander asks. His attention wasn’t on me though. He had been watching Cordelia dance with the quarterback.

“He was blonde.” Willow pipes up. “Tall and ummm… sorry, his back was to us. That’s all I know.” She let’s out a yawn and stands up. “I need to get going.”

“Okay, well I’m going to walk home. Maybe, I’ll get lucky.” He did say “tonight”. Of course that doesn’t mean anything. So now I know I have a tall blonde vampire stalker. I’m just happy I’m getting somewhere.

The walk home is boring. No Angel, no stalker, no foes, nothing. I keep hearing that voice over and over, though. It won’t leave me alone. What did he mean? Did he even say it?

I lock the front door behind me and head up to my room. By the time I finished changing, the feeling has returned. I have become so used to it that I don’t even remember when it started. One last look out my window reveals nothing. I crawl into bed and am asleep within minutes.

Spike’s Point of View

While she sleeps I climb up to her window, quietly lift it, and enter. For minutes, I sit next to her bed and look at her. It could be so easy. I can snap her neck before she even wakes up. I need her alive to fix Drusilla. My body wants to dance with hers in more ways than one, and none of them literal. I want to fight her, I want to fight to enjoy her death. As a man my body yearns to be inside hers. My fangs among other appendages. I could bite her now, let Angel figure out that I am here in SunnyHell. I have all of these options and yet I can’t think straight.

I touch the side of her neck and her head turns away as she whimpers. I watch the pulse in her neck for a minute before resting a finger over it. It’s almost time. A couple more nights. I let my hands wander over her bare arms, tracing veins. She isn’t at the top of her game. Nowhere near it, in fact. She doesn’t wake from the touches and I can’t stop myself. I’m so close to tasting another slayer. My mouth begins to close in on her neck, her pulse now beneath my lips. Soon.

Buffy’s Point of View

I’m stuck in a dream. It is one where you know that without a doubt you are dreaming and you can do nothing about it. Normally, those only apply to nightmares with me. Not this one. I know he’s there. He’s even in here with me. He’s in my dream, sucking on my neck, running his hands all over me. I pull away but I can’t see his face. He’s just a shadow. I let out a moan as a hand holds onto a breast and kneads it. His breathing is heavy and I can feel his arousal pressing into my side. What is he doing? Why isn’t he killing me?

I can feel his desire sweeping off of him and it mixes with my own, suffocating me. I’m completely immobile, even in my dream, I am tired. He removes his mouth from my neck and looks up at me. In my dream I no longer have clothes on, they have disappeared along with my modesty. I have no desire to stop him, after all it is only a dream. It feels good and exciting to be wanted like this, to be touched like this.

He doesn’t kiss me, and is in no way gentle with my body as he pulls himself closer to me and grinds his erection between my thighs.

Rape is the first word that pops into my head, but I know that’s not right. I want this.

I know that he is not really doing this to me. My mind is taking the feelings of him touching me and twisting them into what I want, maybe even what he wants. This is the single most sexy thing that has ever happened to me in my life and I don’t even know what he looks like. His hand travels down and between my thighs and I physically shiver at his touch. As I get closer to my climax my arms begin to twitch, and I can move them. All that they do is hold him closer. He looks up in surprise and I can see his eyes. His eyes are a piercing blue. In them I see the lust and confusion. Just as I orgasm, he vanishes. I can also feel that he’s gone.

I know now that I can wake up. That is if I wanted to. I stay in another restless sleep, waiting for him to come back.

Spike’s Point of View

I have no fucking clue what happened back there. One minute I’m mesmerized by her pulse and the next I’m drawn into her dreams. I took advantage of the fact that she could not move. I began to pleasure myself, just using her. I could feel that the slayer wanted to be touched, so I did. It was insane. Who knew that the one thing that could be better than killing a slayer, might be to fuck her? Once she moved her arms, I didn’t know what to do. She held me closer as she came.

That was when I decided to get the hell out of there. It’s still dark out and I need some sort of release. Settling for some blood I grab a middle aged woman walking around town and have a drink. Trying to get the slayer out of my system, I grab another one and leave them both, drained, in an alley.