Here We Go Again

  I in no way own any Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters, they all belong to Joss Whedon. 

**Amazing cover made by kimbasgirl' whom this is dedicated too. 

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     It was just the same ol’ night as it always was. Quiet, a few police sirens here and there. There was even the same fog rolling through the cemetery. As he walked through the tombstones making his way to his unused crypt for some peace and quiet, he could hear the sounds of a fight. Spike stopped to listen to any signs of who it may be. Definitely a girl…and sounds like three or four vampires. He quietly made his way towards the dispute and what he saw before him he couldn’t believe.

        His head was swimming. Seeing her sent too many emotions and feelings through his head to process. Hate, lust, anger, fear…awe. The way her body was moving was like watching a ballet. A ballet of ass-kicking. He had to admire how this one looked. She was edgy, full of life like her…but yet so different. Her pixie cut was dyed the most radiant shade of blue, but had the perfect tint of green, so in the right light it was the exact color of teal topaz. Wasn’t too bright, but wasn’t horribly faded out. Because god knows that’s not her real hair color. He scoffed at himself, now was the perfect time for his smarmy thoughts to be taking hold. As the fighting ensued, he noticed more about her. The grace her movements held. The cigarette just resting between her lips, staying in place even with the fighting. The scar crossing slightly through her right eyebrow, over her eye, ending on her cheekbone. The glint of something metal in her nose. Then the next thing he knew, she was down on the ground struggling under one of the four vampires.

        “God dammit! You made me drop my smoke. Now you’re going to pay.” She exclaimed while squirming under the vamp, stake still in hand.

        “Might as bloody well give her a hand.” Spike muttered to himself as he tackled the vampire off of him, sliding into game face. The girl made an exasperated sigh hopping up to her feet taking on two at a time. While fighting he couldn’t stop sneaking glances at her. She dusted the first one as Spike was still trading blows with the one he tackled.

        “THAT’S FOR MY CIGARETTE.” She hopped onto the next vamp, making quick work of him. Spike was awestruck with her movements. They were so fluid, and relaxed. She wasn’t tense like her. You need to get her off your mind. She’s off with the old poof now. She forgot you. With that last thought Spike snapped the vamp’s neck he was fighting, watching and reveling as it crumpled to dust and blew away. At the same time they went for the last vampire remaining, and she ended up running off scared.

        “Weak ass link.” The girl muttered. She looked over at Spike and rushed him. He freaked out and threw her over, forgetting he was in game face. He sat on top and straddled her holding her arms so she couldn’t stake him. She watched intently as he slid out of his game face and cocked his head.

        “If I get off of you, promise not to stake me?”

        “I technically should. You’re a vamp…but you helped me, so I’ll give you this chance. Any wrong moves and I’m staking you.”

        “Fair enough, pet.” Spike walked over to a tombstone and leaned against it. He watched her put the stake in a holster on her thigh. Hmph…well that’s new. She always put hers in her sleeve. With that thought he took a pack of Marlboro Reds out of his signature leather trench coat. The girl was standing there looking at him, watching his every move. There was no fear in her posture, no hesitance, just….blank. In a quick gesture he offered her one, in replacement of the one that fell, mid-fight. She didn’t even flinch, she’s good. Lighting his, he then held the lighter out to her. She copied his posture and leaned against the neighboring tombstone and handed his lighter back to him. There was silence for a bit, which gave Spike more time to study her. She was shorter than him, but taller than an average girl her age. And she’s got one hell of a-

        “So, why’d you butt in my fight if you’re a vamp?” Her words interrupted his thoughts.

        “You were outnumbered.” He replied coolly.

        “I was fine, I had it.” Her voice was laced with irritation. It made Spike smirk, which only irritated her more. Even though irritated, she asked more.

        “Who are you?” She asked as they both took drags off their cigarettes.

        “That, luv, is simple. The name’s Spike. You must be pretty new if you don’t know who I am. Not many people left in Sunnydale, but the ones who are here, know.” Her head turned and she looked insulted.

        “I’ve been here for two years, for your information.” Another drag. So she got here after she left. Giles must’ve called her out here, or the twats of a Council sent her here.

        “So did Giles call you here then, Slayer? Or did the Council send you here after Buffy left?” There was the shock and surprise he was waiting for. She stomped out her cigarette and turned to face him. Spike smirked, because that face was bloody sexy. It was just indescribable.

        “H-how do you…-“ The stammering added to her appeal, Spike noticed.

        “I’m close with Giles. Ask him about me. Although if you’re much like the last, I’m sure he’s probably mentioned me, but you just didn’t pay attention. So, again I ask; did Giles call you here, or did the Council send you here?”

        “Bit of both actually.” She stated firmly. She reached in her jean vest for her pack of cigarettes. Spike noticed they were the same as his, and noticed his was all ash. He flicked it away and took one out of his pack the same time she did. As he reached in his pocket again for his lighter she reached for hers. She lit hers, he lit his.

        “Council was going to send me to L.A., to kind of keep up on Angel, I guess. But Giles called the Council and told them Buffy was going there instead and asked for me to come here. Guess there’s still some pretty gnarly Hellmouth activity going on.” Drag. Inhale. Exhale.

        “And since you never asked, the name’s Ash. As much as I have enjoyed your company, Spike, I do have to return to Giles. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around…” Spike could hear the flirtatiousness in her voice as she stomped out her cigarette and walked away. He was dumbfounded.

        “Sod it all, not again.” He mumbled as he turned away to finally make it to his crypt. Life really does just love to make me suffer, doesn’t it!?