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Caught Unaware by Fia
 
2. Buffy = Prey
 
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A/N: A massive thank you to everyone reading, I really hope your enjoying the story!



“Yo Buffster!” Xander’s chipper tone cut through Buffy’s day dreaming.

Buffy shook her head to clear her thoughts, smiling up at her best friend. “Sorry Xand. Was wigging about tonight, parent teacher hell and all,” she grumbled, kicking at the floor with a dainty shoe.

Xander sighed, plunking his lunch tray next to hers, swiping a rogue fry from her plate.

“Hey!” she yelled half-heartedly. “It’s bad enough I’m freaking out about tonight that my own best friend allows me to starve!”

Xander scoffed, unimpressed. “Yeah right Buff! I’m the wicked XanMan who causes lunch hell.” He rolled his eyes at her and began devouring his burger, red sauce dripping all over his hands.

Buffy wrinkled up her nose and pushed her plate away. Suddenly, she wasn’t so hungry.

“Hey guys!”

A flustered Will sank gratefully down on the bench and began picking at her limp lettuce leaves with an obvious grimace. She looked up at Buffy, her eyes serious. “How you holding up about tonight?”

Buffy sighed, sinking her head into her hands. “I’m thinking graduation is a dream out of my reach. If Snyder sees me mess up, I’m in biiig trouble.”

Willow patted her hand reassuringly. “Well we will just have to make sure that everyone goes peachy, right Xander?”

Xander looked up, his mouth smeared with leftover food. “Err. Yeah.. Peachy,” he agreed, taking a swig of his coke.

Buffy moaned again, head in hands. She wouldn’t survive tonight.


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“Listen up lay abouts! Tonight, we got ourselves a right pretty little treat…” Spike sneered, twirling a crowbar in his hands. “It seems, there is a little shindig at the Slayer’s school tonight, and we’ve all been invited!”

The crowd of minions laughed, yellow eyes focused on the striking figure that was pacing on the makeshift stage. Spike carried on walking to the end, until he stopped, his face pale and serious.

“Kill who you like, drain them all for all I care. But I must not be bothered when going after the slayer. I don’t want any of her gang and ‘specially not her goddamn watcher getting in my way, d’ya hear?”

The crowd murmured their answer, understanding that the Slayer of Slayers did not want to be disturbed.

“If,” he carried on pacing, “the Slayer is caught before I get to here, she must. Be. Left. Alive.” His voice was deadly quiet, golden eyes shimmering with intensity in the room. He growled, angry at thoughts of anyone touching the slayer. His slayer. “Anyone who thinks their entitled to a bite, sees dust.”

A few fledglings shrank back, nodding their agreement. They had all seen first hand how Spike treated anyone who dared disobey their orders. They need only look at the scorched remains of two of their strongest fighters to see that compliance would equal their survival.

Spike jumped off the platform and strode out into the night, his minions following suit.

Ben hung back at the back of the crowd, quietly thinking throughout Spike’s speech. He thought wistfully of Buffy, the fearless warrior. She’d been nice to him in school. He began to grin, his face shifting into familiar ridges as he grabbed himself a baseball bat. She hadn’t got a chance in hell.


Tonight, there would be carnage.


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“Buffy!”

Buffy inwardly groaned, and spun around to meet her mother, who was quickly advancing towards her. “Mom! I erm, thought Willow was showing you around school? You really should see the gym, it’s painted blue, it’s so dreamy,” she chatted breezily whilst shooting death stares towards Willow who had run up behind them, panting slowly.

Buffy cocked one eyebrow, and mouthed a few obscenities, clearly pissed about how Willow had failed to keep her mom suitably distracted.

Willow shrugged apologetically, and quickly steered Mrs. Summers to the punch stand, while Xander helped Buffy arrange the sandwiches.

“Mmm. Tasty,” he commented, cramming a ham sandwich into his mouth, grinning at Buffy’s mock frown. “I’m not allowed any of the nummy treats?” His eyes turned wide and began to sniff.

Buffy burst out giggling at his childish display.

“No more,” she warned him, turning away to pour more chips into a dish.

“Holy Frijolie!” he yelped suddenly. “Synder alert!”

Buffy turned slowly to see the little creep striding purposely towards her mother. Before he could reach her, a crash pierced the quiet talking of the crowd circulating the school’s foyer, glass shattering over several parents.

Screams began to peal ominously through the air, and Buffy began to feel a familiar tingling shudder through her body as she lunged for her bag.

Sooo not a good sign.

“Wills! Grab my mom and take her somewhere safe!” Buffy yelled, pulling out a few stakes from her bag, stuffing them under her shirt.

Willow gulped, grabbed Mrs. Summers and promptly ran out into the corridors. Xander looked around nervously as several vamps began to jump through the jagged window frames, his sandwich stealing forgotten. Their smug, menacing grins and chuckles taunted the Slayer, raising her hackles.

They quickly circled the group of parents and teachers who were panicking, trying to run away but finding themselves inevitably trapped. Buffy lightly touched Xander’s quivering arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Go get Giles,” she whispered in his ear. “And grab any weapons you can.”

Xander nodded and clutched the stake Buffy offered him, his knuckles white from his intense grip. To secure his escape, Buffy kicked the nearest vamp next to her, sending him flying and spun around to plunge her stake into his friend.

“Now Xand!” she instructed, as he ran off in the direction of the library.

Screams began to fill the air, as the vampires began picking off weaker students in the group, dragging one girl out into the quad by her hair. Buffy’s eyes narrowed.

She shook off the dust covering her and began viciously attacking the biggest vampire in front of her.

“Hands. Off. My. Classmates!” she yelled angrily, pummelling her small fists into the vampire’s chest before slamming the stake in his hearts. “What the hell is with you deadbeats?” she grumbled, scanning the room while staking an unsuspecting vampire as he held a terrified parent hostage.

“We are here to ensure your death Slayer,” one vampire hissed, swinging a metal pipe in his hand.

Buffy laughed, her eyes filled with passion. “Yeah right,” she scoffed as she flicked out her hair and twirled her stake in her hand.

“Geez, you guys need to find a new hobby. Don’t you get it yet?”

She suddenly sprung, landing a flying round kick to the cocky vampire’s head and quickly staking him. Dust exploded, and suddenly the room went quiet.

The lights flickered off.

“I’m the Slayer, morons. I’m always going to dust you losers, get used to me beating you!”


“Is that right pet?” a honeyed voice dryly asked.


Buffy turned, her eyes locking on the lone figure that leant nonchalantly against the wall, his profile awash in darkness. He straightened, the moonlight shining on his face, bringing it into view. Buffy gasped as she saw beautiful blue eyes and a shock of blonde hair set in a face that equalled sin.

Oh God. Trust all the hot ones to be lacking a heartbeat. Way to go Buffy.

She mentally kicked herself, rolling her eyes at her own misfortune. She stared again at his hair, astonished at the colour, and suddenly a memory whispered into her ear. Giles, just the other day was ranting on about a new vampire in good ole’ Sunnydale.

“Be on your caution Buffy,” her watcher had warned. “He is striking in the underworld, with shocking blonde hair. They call him Spike, and he is the Slayer of Slayers.”

Buffy swallowed quickly. Recognition seeped through her small body as she regarded the man in front of her in a new and deadly light.

The famous William the Bloody; Slayer of Slayers.

Spike smirked, as if he could see her panicked thoughts. He looked with pride at the chaos his minions were creating. Several more smashes shook the hallways, as Buffy heard tortured cries for help as more vamps ambushed the school. Her eyes hardened, and she threw her stake into one vamp that was slowly dragging a whimpering math teacher into a room. He exploded into dust, covering the floor with his remains.

The foyer remained hushed, with the humans and vamps equally silent.

“Well,” the blond vampire drawled, walking slowly towards Buffy, his eyes never wavering from hers, “it seems like you’re in a bit of a pickle luv.” Spike ran his eyes appreciatively up Buffy’s body, making her shiver involuntarily.

God she’s beautiful. That blonde silken hair. That unblemished skin… I can’t wait to have her begging for me, for me to stop teasing the chit…

Buffy tensed, aware that the looks this vamp was giving her were more than just predatory. He liked her. And he was hot. She shivered and clenched her stake tightly.

Get it together Buff! He’s a freaking bloodsucker! Cut to the slayage!

“What do you want…‘Spike’?” she demanded coldly, folding her arms, furious at the thoughts running through her head.

Spike raised his eyebrow, smiling.

So the bint knows who I am? Hmm. Good.

As Spike was seemingly distracted by Buffy, a teacher tried to make a run for it, edging towards the exit. Spike laughed, his dark tones humorous at the feeble attempt at escape, throwing the teacher up against the wall and breaking his neck before Buffy could intervene.

His demon howled at the sudden violence, causing Spike to shift into his vampiric guise, screaming to be let loose on the Slayer.

Buffy stepped back, eyes widened in shock.

“What I want is you Buffy.”

He knew her name. She stepped back again, freaked out.

Okay. This is getting wiggy. Usually they’re all fangy and ‘talk later – bite now’...

She looked back up at Spike, who seemed amused at her confusion. She clenched her jaw and punched a vamp who was silently advancing towards her on her left, stamping on his chest to alleviate the panic and sheer fury she felt towards Spike.

“See, Spike,” she cajoled, emphasising again that she too knew her enemy’s name. “I’m not exactly up for grabs tonight. But your friend here,” she pushed her heel down further causing the vamp to squeal in pain, “wouldn’t mind being taken home. So how about it? You and your sorry-assed minions can go off home, and enjoy a nice sunrise if you’re lucky.” She giggled at her own joke before bringing her stake down and creating another dust pile.

“No can do luv. I’ve got a few of your mates tied up in certain classrooms, including Willow – it is Willow, isn’t it?” he pushed, enjoying the fear in the Slayer’s eyes. “Oh and how could I forget Joyce! Joyce Summers, yep she’s in the biology lab. Now you can try and save them, but you need just say the word and I promise you their safety for your live.”

He suddenly smiled, a big grin lighting up his handsome face as he faced Buffy.

She swallowed, terror gripping her slight frame as she raced to think of possible escape plans. Spike could practically see the cogs in her head turning.

James was right, her friends and family were her weak spot. This was too easy…

Quick as a flash, Spike suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest as he was kicked into a set of glass shelves. He looked up, dazed, to see Buffy running into the hall, staking any vamps that dare get in her way.

He grinned, dusting himself off and shaking his head at her passion. He turned his gaze towards the remaining minions in the foyer.


“Kill them all. Let no-one survive”.


Wails filled the air as the brutal killing spree commenced. Spike turned, following the path Buffy had taken. He had a Slayer to catch.


 
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