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"Who's the blonde chick talking to my woman?"
Angel looked up at Faith, who was standing at the window watching Willow. "What?"
"There's some chick down there, talking to my woman. I don't think I like it. She looks familiar, like, I've seen her before. Maybe she goes to school with Red."
"But why would someone be lurking around here? I bet she's a vampire." Spike surmised, opening Faith's bag. He pulled out a pair of black silk thong underwear. "Nice knickers, Slayer." He grinned wolfishly at Faith.
Faith walked to Spike and snatched her undergarments out of his hands. "Leave my underwear alone. I have to go down there and stake whatever vampire bitch is talking to my woman. I mean, Junior has a point, surprise surprise. No one would be lurking around here."
"Let me," Angel said, putting his arm on Faith's shoulder. "I have a funny feeling about this, and I want to go see about it anyway."
Faith shrugged. "If you come back upstairs and your childe is a pile of dust, then it wasn't my fault. He egged me on."
Spike glared at her before turning to Angel. "And if you find the drained body of the Slayer, tell Red I did it to save myself."
"You two," Angel growled, "behave."
"Yes, daddy," they purred.
Angel walked out of the room.
As soon as he was out of hearing range, Faith grabbed Spike's arm and pulled him to the bed. They sat down. "Ok, Junior, it's going to be soon. I'm wearing her down. She proclaims she wants Fang to be her first, but really, I know that she wants you. She just doesn't want to admit it."
"Are you sure you are ok with this?" Spike asked, grinning at the Slayer.
"Hell yea! I want her to be with someone who is a good lover and can show her a great time, and somehow, I just know that you fit that bill. Not that Fang doesn't, but seriously. You are all bad and evil, and I think that would be much more fun for the first time."
Spike grinned. "Yea. Thanks, Slayer."
Faith's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Of course, Junior."
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"She's *what*?"
"She's the Slayer, Buffy."
"Why the *hell* would a Slayer let a vampire fuck her girlfriend?" Buffy asked, her voice raising a notch. She was upset that Willow was being so calm about all of this.
"You've been gone for three years, Buffy. A lot has changed."
"Apparently," Buffy snapped. "You are a bitch now."
Willow glared at Buffy angrily.
"I think that Willow is anything *but* a bitch," a deep voice growled.
Buffy turned, her eyes widening. "Oh, my god. Oh, no, it. . .it can't be! I sent you away! Angel, I sent you to hell!"
"I was there, Buffy, I remember. Sword through the gut, you know, you don't tend to forget things like that," Angel said, walking to Willow. He put his arm around her shoulders. "You ok, Kitten?"
"Oh, I'm fine," Willow said. "I'm just trying to get the rest of my stuff upstairs."
Buffy narrowed her eyes. "Oh, I get it. Spike is here, and Willow's being a bitch, and there's a Slayer, who is probably rogue. . .you are Angelus," Buffy hissed.
Angel turned to Buffy. "Slayer, go back to wherever you came from. I'm not Angelus. If I were, Willow would be a vamp, and you'd be dead right now." He ran his hand through his hair. "We have a lot of stuff to do before sunrise, so please leave."
"Spike is going to *hurt* Willow!"
"Oh, but, pet, I'd do it in a way she'd enjoy," Spike said from the doorway with a smirk.
Willow's eyebrow rose. "I'm not sleeping with you, Spike. I don't care what you say. You frustrate me and annoy the hell out of me."
Spike grinned, walking up to Willow. He grabbed the red head and pulled her against him. "Are you sure, pet?" he asked huskily, his lips inches from hers. "I would rock you to the very core of your being. You would beg for more."
Willow's eyes widened, then darkened in lust. The faint scent of the beginning of her arousal assaulted both Spike and Angel's noses. "Spike," she whispered, feeling the coolness of his lips against hers. He was holding her against his body, his knee between her legs. "Spike, please. . ." she said softly, a heat filling her body.
"You do want me, don't you, pet?" he asked. "Slayer doesn't mind, as long as she can watch."
"I do *so* mind!" Buffy cried, trying to erase the image of Spike molesting her best friend. "And I don't even want to watch!"
"Aren't you gone yet?" Angel asked. "Spike was talking about *the* Slayer. Not you. Go away! We have things to do!"
"Young women to seduce," Spike murmured.
Angel moved to the couple. "Come on, you guys, let's go upstairs. Faith will want to be a part of this."
Willow shook her head, breaking the spell. "No, not Spike," she said, pushing at his chest. She walked away from him on weak legs. "Not Spike." She sat down on a rock and covered her face.
Spike watched the redhead. "She's really got a problem with the thought of shagging me," he said. "It's not just her avoiding it, there's something really there." He frowned, crossing his arms.
"Um, hello? You are evil!" Buffy cried, tired of the fact that everyone was ignoring her.
Spike looked up at Angel, a question in his eyes. Angel nodded. "Please. Be my guest."
Buffy hadn't slayed in three years. She was still in fit condition, but her Slayer instincts had waned somewhat. She could still protect herself from any human that dared harm her, and probably most fledglings. But when Spike attacked her, she didn't have a chance. She wasn't expecting him to actually do it, so she wasn't prepared with a stake. He pounced on her, grabbing her hair and tilting her head back to look up at him. "Listen here, you stupid bitch. I don't care if you stay in Sunnydale or not. But if you don't stay the hell away from my family, I will drain every ounce of blood you possess. And then, I will turn you into a vampire, and then I'll put your ass in the sun. Got it?"
"Y. . .Your family, is that just Angel, Willow, and this Slayer chick?" Buffy asked, her mind racing on how to get out of this situation.
"Also, Xander, Cordelia, and Giles. They all belong to us. If I hear of you bothering any of them and they don't want you to. . .well, there will be hell to pay." He pushed the Slayer away. "Bitch." He turned around and walked back to Angel. He shut the back flip up door of the Jeep. "Come on,Peaches. Let's go figure out what's wrong with Red."
The three left a stunned Buffy standing in the front yard of the mansion.
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