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Love to Hate -- by Echo
Rating: PG
Description: Buffy and Spike find themselves having to play a little more than friends to lure an enemy into the open.
Note: Gasp! Look, Jayne, a B/S story. Willow only makes a cameo. Hmmm, I wonder who's constant nudging inspired this bit of fic???? Enjoy it, girl.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns them. Please don't sue me. I'm way broke.
"Excuse me. What's HE doing here?" Buffy slammed the door to Giles' apartment. Her eyes flashed anger as they landed on a certain blonde vampire lounging on the couch.
Willow shifted uncomfortably. "I asked him to come." Buffy glared at her.
"Bloody hell. I'm gone." Spike tried to get up.
"NO!" From the watcher and the witch, Willow shoving him back to a seated position.
Giles adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. "Buffy, do sit down, and stop glaring at Willow. I asked her to ask Spike here."
"Fine. Whatever. What's up?" She stalked over to the couch and sat as far away from Spike as the piece of furniture would allow.
"Right. The beginning. Willie was at his bar when he overheard something that concerns the both of you. And Angel. It concerns Drusilla."
Buffy sat up straighter. This had to be of the bad.
LATER THAT NIGHT.......
Buffy walked across the cemetery in a daze. This was so much more than she'd thought it would be. So much more horrible. It was bad enough she knew just about every inch of him from when Willow cast that spell. Now she was going to have to play it out again - in front of a much larger audience just to keep them all alive.
Spike sat hunched over the bar at Willie's staring into his beer. He couldn't believe how much his unlife had decided to suck this year. The slayer sat on the stool next to him. She was facing the opposite way, leaning back on the bar with both elbows. She was swinging one leather-covered leg and had a lazy grin plastered on her face. Spike wanted to howl with frustration when Willie told him the petite blonde had been drinking a little. The slayer had gotten to Willie's before him, and she'd grinned like an idiot when she saw him. That's when he knew something was wrong. Then came the giggles. Spike was pissed. Not only did he have a pack of psychos led by his ex lover trying to dust him, but he had to deal with a drunk slayer.
A very large vampire sat on the empty stool on Buffy's other side. "Hi there."
She looked at him. "Hi yourself." She giggled. Spike gritted his teeth.
"You waiting for someone?"
"He's here." She poked Spike in the side. He glared at her.
"He doesn't look interested."
"He's good at that."
"I'm Eric. Aren't you the slayer?" Spike rolled his eyes. <Who was this idiot?>
"Maybe. Eric." Buffy giggled. She turned to Spike. "I'm bored, honey, let's go." She hopped off the stool and stumbled to the door. Eric followed her.
"Bloody hell." Willie smiled as Spike threw a wad of bills on the bar. "What the fuck were you thinking letting the chit get her buzz on like that. She's a minor, dammit." Willie just smiled. Spike looked for her. Buffy and her shadow had made it outdoors. Spike growled and rushed out the door.
The bastard already had a hold on her, and she was giggling hysterically. "Hey!" Spike started running towards them. He was ambushed by three other vampires. He didn't even see it coming. He could still hear the slayer's drunken giggles as they started to beat the hell out of him.
Eric couldn't believe his luck. The two of them just walked right into this. He'd expected a struggle. His mistress would be so happy. He smiled as he held the giggling drunk girl in his arms. Too bad Drusilla wanted her dead. She was really very beautiful, but he'd give her to Drusilla and maybe she'd let him watch. Then suddenly, he noticed the slayer wasn't giggling anymore. She was staring at him with an evil smile slowly spreading across her pretty face. He saw her move about a second before her head hit his. The shock of the impact caused him to release her. She punched him several times in the gut. He barely got to feel it before he turned to dust from the stake she'd pulled out of the waist of her leather pants.
Spike was being held up and punched. He was starting to feel it, and it was pissing him off even more than he already was. Then he wasn't being held. He caught the fist of his attacker. He growled. Then the other vamp turned to dust, revealing a very sober slayer standing behind him stake in hand. She was grinning furiously. Spike scowled as he realized he'd been taken in by her drunken ruse as well.
"You know, pet, if there was a plan, you bloody well should have let me in on it."
"Why?"
"I rushed out here like some damned idiot thinking you were in trouble."
"I know. It looked like you cared."
"I bloody well know what it looked like, thank you."
"Everybody else in that bar knows what it looked like too. We don't know who's watching us for her. We have to keep appearances, lover." She threw the last word out like it pained her.
Spike was practically snarling. "Next time let me in on it. I can pretend just like you."
"Uh, don't worry you'll get you chance." She shivered in revulsion.
"I hate you too, you know."
"I hate you more."
"Not bloody likely."
"In fact it's sort of a hobby with me. There's shopping, slaying, Bronzing, and hating Spike."
"How fascinating. I get out of my crypt every sunset just to hate you."
"And when you get that chip out of your brain, you'll kill me slow, right?"
"You'll be the first to find out."
"Bastard."
"Bitch."
"God, I love to hate you."
"The feeling's entirely mutual, pet."
"You really think there's more?"
"More of what? Hating you? Oh HELL yes."
"This Drusilla thing, ass."
"Oh, right. We haven't even seen the half of it yet. You just don't know how Dru is about her 'daddy'. She sees us as the ones who took him away. Who knows what she's planning now that Plan A fell through for her. She always did put too much faith in fledglings."
"How did you stay with that loony bitch for so long?"
"Watch your tongue, little girl."
His nostrils were almost flaring. Buffy rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She stalked off in the direction of her dorm. He followed. "What are you doing?"
"Walking you home."
"Not necessary. Really."
"Fine." He turned and stalked off in the opposite direction mumbling something about girl power. She stared at his retreating leather-clad form.
"See you tomorrow night." He kept walking. "Honey." He flipped her off without even pausing or turning. Buffy smiled.
To be continued…
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