· Chapter One







"Do you know this place?" Will asked Buffy as they walked around the deserted streets.



"No." She shivered.



He glanced at her. "Are you cold?"



She looked up at him shyly and nodded. "Here." Will removed the long leather duster and draped it around her shoulders. Buffy clung to it and smiled up at him.



"Thanks."



He smiled back and they continued walking. Up ahead a neon sign flash the word at them. Will cleared his throat. "Do you have any money?"



"I'm not sure." Buffy replied truthfully. And patted herself for pockets. She found none in her clothes and bent down to check her boots. She removed a twenty-dollar bill. "All I have is this." She held it up.



"Check the coat." Will instructed as he rummaged through his pockets. He pulled out a thick wallet and opened it to view a large bundle of cash.



"Wow!" Buffy murmured.



"I think we would be safer if we stopped here for the night." Will suggested.



"Okay." Buffy said meekly.



***



The Slayer and Vampire circled each other, looking for weak spots; an opening to battle. The Vampire growled, his eyes flashing yellow. The Slayer snarled back, the sound animalistic as she gripped the stake tighter.



Then as one they attacked. Each blocked the others sidekick aimed for their head. The Vampire lashed out with his fist, the Slayer ducking as she punched him in the stomach. The Vampire grunted in pain but didn't stagger, instead bringing his knee up to slam it in the Slayer's face.



She fell back a bit, immediately returning with a swift roundhouse kick causing his head to snap back with the force of the blow. He growled, back handing the Slayer so that she slammed forward onto a nearby dustbin. The Vampire came up behind her, grabbing a fist full of her hair as he yanked her head back to access her neck. Her leg came up, kicking him hard in the back, forcing him to let her go as he staggered back with the pain.



***



"Only one room? Are you sure?" Buffy asked the sickly-looking man behind the desk.



"Afraid so, miss. We're all booked up for a wedding tomorrow'"



"How many beds are there?"



"Just one double. But for $10 I can bring you a third." The man offered.



Buffy looked up at Will. "Would that be okay?"



"Of course. Thank you, we'll take it." The man accepted the payment as he nodded and grabbed two sets of keys from behind him.



He led them down past fifteen rooms before finally stopping in front of one that declared itself to be 226. He opened the door and switched on the light. "Here ya go, I'll be back with your bed."



Buffy walked into the room and looked around. It was a pleasant enough room. It had a dresser with a TV on top opposite the large double bed, which had two bedside tables either side. Each with a small lamp. There was a door open next to the far window at the back, which led to what presumably must have been the bathroom.



The man entered with the camping bed just as Buffy had finished her perusal of the room and both she and Will watched as he set it up. When he left Will shut the door and flicked the latch.



Buffy looked at him uncertainly. He smiled gently, "You may use the bathroom first, if you prefer?"



She relaxed a bit and smiled back, "Thanks."



***



With a small battle cry the Slayer balled up her fist and slammed it into the Vampires face as he was trying to recover from her previous attack. His head turned with the blow and he grunted in pain. He recovered quickly, blocking her next punch before levelling three of his own to her face. The last one connected with her cheekbone, breaking the skin slightly.



The scent of blood filled the air and the Vampire growled ferally. The Slayer growled back, spinning round as she executed a kick that sent him flying to the other end of the alley.



***



Buffy sighed and wiped her face off with the clean flannel hanging near the sink. She collected her things before ensuring the voluminous robe was wrapped tightly around her. Switching off the light, she left the bathroom just as Will had finished making the third bed.



He smiled at her and she smiled back. "Your go."



"Thank you. The bed, of course, is yours."



"Hey, that’s okay-"



"No. Really, it is only proper." William smiled again before moving to the bathroom.



Buffy sighed once more and dumped her stuff on the dresser, retracting one of the pointy wooden things she'd found on her person. The end looked quite sharp. "Better to be safe...” She muttered to herself, before she grabbed the remote and sat back against the pillows of the double bed and began to channel hop.



***



The Vampire raised his head and growled, still in his crouched position. His eyes flashed amber as he flew up; pouncing on her like a tiger would his prey. She snarled at him, the two rolling over as they wrestled for dominance. Finally, they came to a standstill - or a lie-still - with the Vampire on the top. His coat was caught under the Slayer, keeping them wrapped tightly together.



The Slayer glared up at him, her eyes flashing as she struggled underneath him. The Vampire growled, squeezing her wrists harder, feeling her bones begin to bend. She lashed out with her legs, bucking her hips up to try to throw him off. And connected with something very hard.



Suddenly, they were both still.



The Slayer met his eyes and recognised the intensity in them that mirrored her own eyes. Her mouth pared, and her tongue slipped out, wetting her dry lips. She watched as his eyes dipped to her lips and felt his growl reverberate through her whole body. Very slowly, she raised her hips, rubbing them in a single circular motion against his erection.



The Vampire growled lustfully, his mouth smashing down on hers. The Slayer moaned, hooking her legs up and around the back of his thighs as he ground himself down into her crotch.





***



Buffy looked up from the television as the bathroom door opened. She smiled shyly at William as he exited the room, switching off the light, dressed in a similar bathrobe to her own. He returned her smile, silently placing his very properly folded clothes next to hers on the chest of draws.



Buffy turned the sound down low and watched as she turned down the camper bed at the other end of the room. Will pushed up one of his pillows and turned, moving to sit down in the middle of the bed so that he faced Buffy.



Without warning the bed folded in, a small yelp being emitted from the Englishman as he was squashed between the two halves.



"Oh my God!" Buffy jumped out of bed, rushing over to him and crouching down in front of him. "Will, are you okay?"



"Umm, yes. Thank you."



Whether it was the relief that it he wasn't injured, the humour of his current position or the utter proper ness of his response that sent the blonde woman into fits of hysterical laughter, Buffy wasn't sure.



However, she toppled over on to her side, clutching her stomach. William looked down at her, aghast. Then, slowly, his lips started to twitch; he smiled, and then laughed. Soon, he was joining her in her humour. Their laughter escalated when he tried to get out and was unable to do so, instead appearing to waddle around like a big duck.





TBC...Soon....

A/N: Just wanted to say big thanks for all the interest in this story so far - hope everyone still likes it! Thanks for the reviews!