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Caught Unaware by Fia
 
1. From First Sight
 
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Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, unfortunatly. All characters, and references are borrowed simply to entertain.

A/N: A massive thank you to my wonderful beta BloodyTearsOfLife. Her fantastic advice and guidance gave my fic such direction - without her help it wouldn't be here. She also made this beautiful banner!


Ashes scattered to the floor. The burning embers of a dying cigarette was the only indication of someone being in the shadows; deep music and flashing lighting only heightening his concealment.

His eyes scanned the Bronze, smirking at the hoards of teenagers, writhing to the music, their heart beats pounding in his head. She was here, he knew it. The Slayer was reportedly feisty, and didn’t follow Council protocol – Spike was immediately impressed.

His azure eyes narrowed as he felt a slight tingling; she was near.

Light glinted on his smile, fangs dropping almost involuntarily when he found what he sought: the Slayer.


Blonde.


They had mentioned she was blonde and petite. They failed to include the fact that she was gorgeous. Vibrant. Powerful. The Slayer was dancing, her body’s sensual movement highlighted by the frequent flashes of strobe lights catching her figure. She wore a dark midnight blue slip of a dress, emphasising her curves. Her hair was loose and tousled, curling at the ends.


She was mesmerising.


He moved instantly towards her, unable to take his eyes off her, wanting a closer look. He edged closer, growling at the admiring looks she evoked from guys around her.

What do you care mate? he thought angrily.

Sliding onto a stool by the bar, he helped himself to a beer whilst the bartender was busy, snapping off the cap with his teeth. He spat out the top, the lid clattering to floor - eyes fixed on the Slayer.

“You gonna pay for that?” the bartender scowled at Spike, nodding to the free bottle of beer he was currently sporting. Spike hissed in response, shifting into his vampire guise, grinning when the man shrank back.

Satisfied, he turned back to the object of his desires.

The Slayer.

He sniffed, finding himself intrigued to determine the girl’s scent. Vanilla essence and honey he easily picked up, his eyes widening as he realised it included raw sexuality; the Slayer was burning up with her own heat in the club.

He cocked his head to one side, grinning once he began to realise this Slayer was different to his previous conquests. She was stronger, more powerful and infinitely more beautiful. He would have fun with this one, and would relish not just the dance of death that they would inevitably partake in, but his just rewards. Rewards that would begin when he beat the little chit, dominated her, owned her.

Could do what ever the hell I wanted to the Slayer and bloody hell I’ll enjoy it!

He began smirking once more, downing gulps of the frosty beer as his eyes began to darken, his mind filled with chains, blood, screams of pleasure which would later end in pain, his pants becoming increasingly tight. His dreaming was cut short as he caught scent of another vampire.

Straightening, he slugged the beer on the floor, his body tensed, anxious to seek out his fellow demon.

He caught sight of him, a mere fledgling in a high school jacket, who stood arrogantly by the dance floor. As the fledgling began to move among the crowd, intent on finding a hot little thing to quell his hunger, he found himself yanked back viciously by his jacket. Struggling, he was roughly pushed against the Bronze’s exit by a master vampire.

“W-what seems to be the problem?” the boy asked, his shaking belying the nervousness that fell off him in waves.

Spike let the fledge go, flicking out a packet of cigarettes and lighting up one quickly.

“Problem?” his dark voice repeated.

He gave a little smile then, that didn’t reach his eyes. He leaned in towards the younger vampire and muttered, “not yet anyway… All I want is some friendly information.”

He stood up straighter and glanced back into the crowd of moving kids. “The Slayer. She’s here. I want to know everything you can tell me about her. Starting now.”

The fledging gave an obvious shiver when he heard the word slayer. “I didn’t know she was around tonight,” he foolishly admitted. “She’s strong. I thought she was just quiet, but then when I became a vamp I realised she was not the sweet little Buffy I knew in school.”

The older vampire narrowed his eyes. “Buffy? Her name is Buffy?” he enquired incredulously.

The fledge nodded emphatically. “Yeah, she goes to Sunnydale High. She’s friends with the red-head and the loser who is hanging around them,” he said, peering round Spike to look at the Slayer.

He was immediately thrown back against the door to be met with angry golden eyes.

“Don’t make it anymore bleedin’ obvious mate,” he spat. “She’s the Slayer for God’s sake, she’ll notice when two vamps are looking her way.” He paused, one hand holding the fledge up whilst taking a deep drag on his fag until the ridges on his face blended away to leave a chiselled face currently scrunched up in thought.

He looked back at the Slayer still writhing on the dance floor, flanked by the described red-head and whelp.

Little wanton chit.

He smiled, a plan formulating to get her just where he wanted.

In between his legs…

Shaking off his increasing arousal, he turned back to the cowering vampire.

“What’s your name boy?”

The fledge who was struggling to be released from the stronger vampire’s grip suddenly stopped.

“Ben,” he said quietly, inherently understanding for him to survive, he’d best comply with whatever the master vampire wanted.

“Do you know who I am?” Spike dropped the boy, grabbing another beer from the side. He was thirsty, and craved heat, warmth, and the heady pleasure of blood. His demon clawed for its satisfaction but Spike pushed it down.

He needed information on this Slayer, on ‘Buffy’ in order to win the battle between the two. He believed in an honourable fight, but he saw no harm in understanding his enemy’s weaknesses; after all, it was clear a wooden spike and his dark dancing Princess were his.

He turned his attention back on Ben, as the boy shifted uncomfortably.

“Well?” he growled, his fist squeezing the beer bottle until it broke in his hands.

The younger vamp began stuttering, “N-n-no, but I know you’re a master vampire, who came into town a few days ago…” he trailed off.

Spike growled. “Name’s Spike. You should know that mate,” he smirked, grounding his cigarette into the ground. “Part of the Aurelius bloodline,” he added with a quirked eyebrow.

Ben began shaking as he realised he was trapped by William the Bloody, the Slayer of Slayers.

“I’ll do anything…”

“Master,” Spike growled impatiently.

Damn fledglings, they hadn’t a clue who was in charge here. He grinned evilly, intent on making sure everyone after tonight knew who the Big Bad around here was.

“Master, what can I do?” Ben asked chokingly, rubbing his throat that had begun to tinge with angry red welts after Spike’s vicious grip.

Spike pushed open the exit doors, his black duster billowing out behind him as Ben hurriedly followed.


“You’re gonna help snag me a slayer…”

 
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