When You See Me Again

Chapter 5

Sliding his hand down his abdomen, he rubbed himself just there, above his pelvic area. She looked marvelous tonight, he thought. Wouldn’t mind a little bit of the action himself. The shadows swallowed him, where he could watch, no one the wiser. Apparently, she lost the apparition he had thought was himself, and that was good. He could concentrate on more important things, like the deciphering of the damned book he stole from the Watcher.

She flew at the minion, swiping his face with her feet, throwing him to the ground. Chest heaving, she walked over and staked her opponent in the back. Suddenly, she was thrown to the ground again by a frumpy looking business vamp in a cheap suit. She flipped back up to her feet and punched him repeatedly in the face. His downfall came when she doubled him over with a sharp kick to his stomach. Pulling out her stake, she dispatched him, quick as she could.

Wiping her hands free of debris, she shoved her stake into the back of her pants. She shook the fight off and headed back toward the high school.

Spike chuckled and headed back to the old factory. Dru lay on the main table, staring at the ceiling again. Sighing, Spike walked over and laid his hand upon her cheek. “Dru, love, what are you doing on the table?”

She spoke softly and pointed to Dalton, who was peering over the book he had been given the pleasure of deciphering. “The king said I wouldn’t get any cakes, Spike. He said the fairies spoke in his ear and told him so.”

Dalton whispered from behind his fortress of paper and binding, “She wanted to eat the pages of the book. You told me to figure it out, not let your nutty girlfriend-“

Spike picked him up and threw him up against the wall. “You know, I keep you around for a few things. None of them being your apparent gift of pissing me off!” He walked over and grabbed the smaller man’s glasses, turning them over in his hand. “I need to kill something. That damned Slayer killed everything in the cemeteries tonight, I thought she’d have me, but it wasn’t to be.” He restrained himself yet again from destroying other’s spectacles, and placed them tenderly on his nose. “Finish the book, and maybe you’ll die quickly, instead of slow and painfully.”

The brunette, who had shifted from lying on her back to now lying prone, slid of the table in a single fluid movement. “My dark prince, she clouds you, all over. I know Miss Edith would not be happy, not at all!” Her hands ended at her mouth, and a long wailed emanated from the slim body. “No one can save you, my love, unless we give it a muff.”

Rolling his eyes, he went to take her downstairs where she could rest. He called up to the scholarly vamp, “Dalton, have someone go fetch Dru her supper. Wouldn’t want you walking out in the morning, getting a little sunburn, now would we pet?”

She stopped her crying and utterly ruled onto the bad, facing away form her lover. “I need Daddy,” she whined in a little voice. “Bring him to me Spike. Make us a family again.”

He grunted at his girl, “No, pet. Angel thinks he’s a white-hat now, remember? It’s time to let it be!”

Heading back up the stairs, he growled at nothing at all. Without looking at the bookworm, he said, “Figure it out by morning or die.” With that, he walked outside.

Taking in the night air, he decided it would be great for a hunt. He was hungry anyway, so why the hell not, he thought to himself.


An hour later, he sat in the shadows out at the local make out spot. Windows were fogged up, cars were rocking and moans were heard all around. A young couple sat in the moon’s rays, highlighted naturally by the damned heavenly body. Their hands were exploring, tongues meeting in the middle, and sweat was pouring off to mix in the heavily warm fall night.

He heard a familiar voice from somewhere in the darkness and swore silently to himself.

“I tell you Xand, I hate having him in my house. He’s a lunatic. Crazy, laughs at absolutely nothing, and he hogs my towels. Like he owns them!”

Xander clicked his tongue at the antics of her houseguest. “I think that you’ll have to see if Giles will let him stay at his house. That’s the only way you’re going to be rid of the walking Undead.”

Buffy felt a familiar tingle crawl in her skin. She stopped Xander by pressing a hand to his chest. Listening, she heard twigs crack behind her and she pulled her friend to the bushes. Covering his mouth she motioned for him to stay silent as she headed back the other way.

When she hit a small clearing a few feet behind, she spied tons of cigarettes on the ground in front of her. It had to be Spike. Question was, which one?

“Xander,” she whispered to him when she came back. “Come on, we’re heading to Angel’s. He has to help me find Spike and take him out. He’s making me too jumpy, and hello, tomorrow’s the full moon! Kinda have to keep my priorities straight.” He nodded in agreement, and away they went.


Spike laughed to himself when Buffy drug her little whelp away. Second time I’ve gotten to watch you tonight, pet. Gonna be getting the drop on you more, he thought to himself. His laughter rang out in the night, wafting through the trees like a harmony all by itself.

Reaching the couple he’d been watching earlier, he leaned in from behind, yelled boo, and smacked their heads together, conveniently knocking them unconscious. One by one, he sucked them dry and left them to rot.

I’ll get you all, he thought, walking away in the dark of the night.