A/N: Spike and Drusilla are not together and have notbeen for a long time. Spike is less evil, cause I can't write him evil. I've tweaked the timeline so that he Spring Fling dance is on a Saturday, cause that fits a little better here.
Thanks to LisFayte, who is a great beta!
Discalimer: Not mine (Only when I sleep), all belong to Joss and his friends!

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A silent shadow moved stealthily about in the dark alley, amber eyes scanning the blackness of the night. His form was clothed in black, leather and sex appeal. His hair was peroxide blonde, almost lighting up the alley. He was not too tall, nor was he short. He was lean and muscular, power radiating from his whole being.

A soft sigh caught his attention, and piercing blue eyes scanned the mouth of the alley. A small, lithe girl moved into the alley, leaning her back against the rough brick wall. Blonde hair like spun gold flowed down to her shoulders, and full lips were poised in a delicious pout. The visible skin was golden, tanned from being out in the sun. She wore a pair of dark jeans and a mans leather jacket.

Spike put his hands in the pockets of his beloved leather duster, and swaggered forth, a small smirk plastered on his face. The girl opened her eyes, as if sensing him, and brilliant hazel eyes met his sapphire ones.

“ ‘lo pet,” he said, smirk growing wider. “What's a tasty ‘lill morsel like yourself doing out at this time of the night?” She glanced at him with a look that shouted ‘whatever, like I care.’

“What? You gonna feed from me? Drain me dry and leave the leftovers to be found by the good people of Sunnydale tomorrow?” she asked, closing her eyes, but not before he got a look of eyes quickly filling with tears. He masked his surprise of her knowing he was a vampire and her tears. He tilted his head and gave her a curious look.

“No, pet, not feeling peckish right now,” he said, and her eyes shot open, shock and surprise filling them.

“Well, that's a first,” she said, softly shaking her head. Spike only raised an eyebrow.

“Why so sad, luv?” he asked, honest curiosity shining in his midnight blue eyes. He was shocked to find himself wanting to know what bothered this young girl, a girl who should have been drained by now, his fangs buried in her neck. He was even more shocked to find himself feeling possessive and protective of the blonde. The feelings bothered him, but he didn't show it.

“.....and then Giles and Angel said...” she said, before he cut her off. Apparently she had been talking and he hadn't been paying attention. No surprise there, with her voice. ‘Voice of an angel,’ he thought to himself. A second later his eyes widened slightly as he caught up with what he had thought. ‘Voice of an angel! Next you'll recite poetry, you ponce.’

“Whoa, say it again. Wasn't paying attention, sorry luv. Cont...Angel?” The last word was said in a shocked tone. “Angel’s here? That wanker is here!” Disbelief coloured his features and Buffy had an urge to giggle. She decided not to, she didn't want to provoke the vampire right now. Spike almost growled at the thought of Angel anywhere near the girl, but held the growl back. He didn't care about the girl, she was just a human, a meal. Yet there was something about her, something hidden. It felt vaguely familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

“Yeah, and apparently he and Giles agree that by tomorrow I'm dead, killed by The Master. By the way, how do you know Angel?” she said, her heart sinking as she spoke of her impending death. He snorted when she mentioned The Master, and he felt anger flare when she said she was supposed to die. ‘I do not care! Not my concern!’ he thought, angry at himself. This scrap of a girl wasn't his concern, why should he care if she died.

“Angel’s my grandsire, my sire’s sire. I know him and loathe him. As well as The Master, Angelus grandsire. The poof and ol’ batface,” He scowled as he talked about the other male members of his family, no love lost between him and them. He hadn't actually met The Master, but if what Darla had said was true, then he was glad he hadn't. ‘This might be nice. Can stop by Peaches, catch up on ol’ times,’ he felt himself smile slightly at that thought. It would be nice catching up. Well, maybe not for Angel.


“Angel sired your sire?” she asked slowly. “He never told me...” Her voice was flat, maybe a little disappointed. He felt the green eyed monster called jealousy roar, and again he was shocked by the feelings now inhabiting his body and mind.

“Yeah, made her insane before, though,” he said matter-of-factly. When he heard her sharp intake of breath, he winced. ‘Shouldn't have said that.’ Again he almost growled, this time at himself. ‘What kind of ponce am I? I don't care ‘bout the girl.’ He clenched his fists, then took a deep breath, calming down.

“Sorry,” he said softly, and her head swung abruptly towards him, eyes wide as saucers. The vampire made her wonder if there was more like him, and if she had slayed any of them. ‘Nope, not going there,’ she thought, unwilling to leave the land of pyramids.

“You made with the sorries!” she said in a shocked voice. He wanted to laugh at her expression, but decided against it, figuring it would make her mad. He frowned at her choice of words, and opened his mouth to question her about them, but she beat him to it, speaking before he did.

“Who are you?” she asked, curious now. This peculiar vampire confused her. Vampires weren't supposed to make conversation, they were supposed to attack and try to bite her. At least he was easy on the eyes. ‘I didn't just admit that. No way!’ She didn't want to accept that the vampire was serious, there was no way she would turn her worldview upside down. She knew demons, and they were bad. All of them. Just like all humans were good.

“Name's Spike. What's yours, Goldilocks?” he replied with a smirk, letting his eyes rest on her golden hair. She was good looking, he could not deny that, and she was right desirable too. As he had said earlier, a tasty ‘lill morsel.

“I'm Buffy, but most know me as The Slayer,” she said smiling, waiting for his reaction.

“The Slayer? Explains it,” he said, nodding to himself. ‘No wonder I felt something familiar, a slayer.’ He raked his eyes over her body, liking what he saw. He could feel himself hardening and made no move to cover. Her face fell a little at his lack of reaction, and she frowned. That was until she saw the bulge in his pants, and blushed. “Aren't you like, supposed to be afraid of me?” she asked to take his attention of her blushing face. He chuckled, both at her embarrassment and the question, and gave her an amused look.

“Luv, not much makes me ‘fraid, least of all slayers. Birds all have a death wish,” he said, smirking, one eyebrow raised. She felt her temper flare up. She glared at him with angry eyes, and when he chuckled in response she got madder. Who was he to tell her who she was? And what the hell was a ‘bird’?

“I don't have a death wish!” she replied angrily, almost growling. The sound made him lust for her even more, and he answered with a low, deep grumble. ‘Bloody hell!’ he thought to himself, his rock hard erection pressing against the cold zipper of his jeans. He shifted his stance slightly, hoping to relieve some of the pressure on his straining erection.

“No? Why not? Don't you wanna go to The Master and let him off you?” he asked her, lifting a brow, a questioning look in his stormy blue eyes. The hard look in her eyes was almost enough to persuade him she wanted to live, only almost. Her words were the

“No! I don't want to die! I don't want to leave Mom, and Willow, and Xander. God, I'm only 16 years old, I want to go to prom, I want to graduate, I want to see how my friends change as we grow, I want to fall in love. I don't want to die...” The last word faded into nothing as she slid down the wall, drawing her knees up to her chin, and burying her face in her hands, sobs shaking her body. Spike was at her side in an instant, laying a hand carefully on her shoulder, expecting a forceful shove. When she just sat there, he began stroking her shoulder, making soothing noises. After some minutes her sobs died away, and she looked up at him with watery eyes.

“Yeah right, wanna go take the Master out now?”he asked, instantly regretting it. He mentally slapped himself as she started to sob again. Then he slapped himself again, for slapping himself in the first place. ‘You sodding ponce, that girl is our next meal, not something…someone we care about!’ Even as he thought it, he knew he was fighting a loosing battle.

“What is it, luv?” he asked, genuine concern sounding in his voice, making Buffy want to explain. Spike wondered why he cared so much what bothered the girl. Only half a century ago he was with Dru, and although he now knew she had cheated on him, he was, at that time, content. And now here he was, consoling the Slayer. He knew this couldn't work… a vampire and a slayer. The idea would be shot down even before it could be voiced. And still, he felt drawn towards her.

“You want me to go, you too. You're just like Giles and Angel, sacred duty first! You...” she said, breaking off before she embarrassed herself with saying ‘you don't care about me either.’ She continued to cry, but softer now, Spikes hand stroking her shoulder, calming her. She found herself wondering why she thought he cared about her. ‘He's a vampire for Gods sake, and I'm a human. And I'm the Slayer too. I'm just a meal to him.’ Somehow that thought bothered her.

“No, luv, didn't mean it like that. I said it wrong, should have said something different, like I'll help you off him,” Spike said, still stroking her shoulder. ‘How did I end up like this?’ Spike almost sighed. The man in him, William, wanted to help her, to protect her, but what shocked Spike the most was the demon in him agreeing with William.

“You...You wanna help?” she asked in a surprised voice. The vampire completely shocked her. It was weird, it was wrong, it was ... intriguing. ‘Get a grip. He's a vampire for God's sake! Vampires = so not of the good.’ Buffy shook her head slightly to clear her head, and then she focused on Spike again.

“Yeah, pet, I want to,” he said, standing up. He extended his hand, and she took it, letting him help her up. As she got to her feet she suddenly found herself in very close proximity of Spike. She blushed and stepped back quickly, ignoring his smirk. Spike groaned internally, wondering how he would fight with the hard-on he was now sporting after being so near the delicious girl. Her scent only had made his mouth water.

“So, when we gonna take him out?” Spike asked her, still facing her. That old bugger was going down, that he was sure of. He didn't know how good a fighter the slayer was, but he guessed she could hold her own, and he knew he was good. You didn't take out two slayers and spend 117 years as a vampire without picking up some tricks along the way.

“During the prom, I think. Not that I’ll be heading there.” She said the last comment darkly, a little jealous of the other girls being able to go to the prom, date and not having bigger worries than what to wear next day. Spike though he heard a note of longing in her last words and quickly decided.

“Don't worry, pet, you'll get your prom,” he said, but didn't explain further. She frowned, but didn't ask. They exited the alley side by side, Spike letting Buffy lead the way.



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They stopped in front of 1630 Revello Drive, and she glanced warily at him.

“That's my room, could you...eh...climb the tree, my moms inside,” she said and smiled apologetic at him. He nodded, and as she entered by the front door, he climbed the tree and settled down on the branch outside her window. A minute later she entered by the door, and she opened the window.

“That the dress, luv?” Spike asked, nodding to the white dress hanging on the closet door. She nodded and glanced at the dress with sorrow-filled eyes. ‘Why did I even bother, it's not like I’ll go to the prom, no matter what that crazy vamp says!’ She felt tears well up and threaten to spill over, but she fought them down, before turning back to Spike again.

“Bet it'll look good on you,” he said and she blushed, looking anywhere but him. He had to hold back the comment that automatically sprang to mind, that she would look even better without it. ‘No doubt that would earn me a dusting.’ He thought to himself, leering slightly as an image of her without clothes popped into his head, causing his cock to harden even more, if that was possible. ‘This didn't happen when I was with Dru.’ he thought, mentally groaning. How this girl could cause him to walk around with a constant hard on was beyond him. But he couldn't deny she was hot.

“Wear it,” he said, and she frowned. He wanted her to slay in her prom dress? As if knowing what she was thinking, he answered. “You're going to the prom afterwards, remember?” He smirked, and she nodded, eyes shining with faint hope. Would it be possible that she could go to the prom? She smiled faintly, before making up her mind.

“Come in...” she whispered, and he nearly fell off the branch in surprise. She giggled and he growled before getting in. She took down the dress, went into the bathroom and closed the door behind herself, leaving Spike alone in her room. While she was changing, Spike examined her room, lifting up Mr. Gordo and looking at her pictures. What was the chit thinking, leaving the Big Bad alone in her room, flashed through his mind, and shook his head, wondering why he still hadn't drained her. Dread filled him at the thought of Buffy dead, and that shocked him.

“So?” Buffy asked hesitantly, stepping back into her room. She held out her arms and spun in a lazy circle, showing her dress. Spike hid his emotions as he turned around and inhaled abruptly at the sight of her. Buffy hear his intake of breath and it confused her. Did he like it, or did he dislike it?

“Lovely, pet, bloody beautiful,” he said huskily, and she blushed. She could feel the effects of his voice, the faint ache between her thighs. Spike could smell her arousal and had to fight to keep his demon down. He knew that if the demon burst forth she would be scared and that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted her, but he wanted her to want him too.

“So, we're going?” she asked and looked at him with impatience. He blinked, realizing that he had stared at her a little to long, then smirked. He nodded, bowed slightly and swept his arm in front of her, gesturing her out of the room. She opened her mouth to object, but before she could say anything, he was out of the window, leaving her to go down alone.

She walked carefully down the stairs, hoping to avoid her mother. Her plan went awry as her mother came walking out from the dining room just as Buffy stepped off the last step. Joyce gasped at the sight of her daughter. ‘She looks so pretty.’ Joyce thought, smiling at her only daughter.

“Oh Buffy, you're just...beautiful!” Her mother said, tears coming to her eyes. Buffy blushed and smiled brightly, a little embarrassed. She stood still in front of her mother, her hands fidgeting a little.

“Thanks mom...Umm...I guess I’ll see you later, I have to meet...ehh…someone.” Buffy blushed, but her mother only beamed at her. ‘My little girl has a date.’ Joyce thought, a lone tear making its way over the edge and down her cheek. She wiped it away, and then stroked Buffy’s cheek.

“You have a date?” she asked her daughter with a knowing smile, and when Buffy nodded she found no words. Instead she settled for hugging her daughter and telling her “Good luck and have fun.”

Buffy grabbed her denim jacket and walked outside, looking for Spike. She frowned when she felt the familiar tingle that said ‘vampire’, but when she recognized it was Spike she smiled. She felt as if she’d been waiting for him all along, something predestined for her, that she'd just found. The thought should have worried her, yet, surprisingly, she felt herself becoming happier. She actually wanted to spend time with him.

“Ya ready, luv?” he asked, stepping up to her. She nodded and they started walking in silence, Spike at her side, yet letting her lead.