Part 8

Part 8

"Come in." She said making a face. "What the hell are you doing here?" He pulled the coat off his head because it was still daylight.

"I'm not really sure." He said sitting down. "There was this nasty voice invading my tomb saying "Spike you must go help Buffy. Yada. And I appeared on the front steps." Spike shrugged. "You have any blood?"

"Ah! He's a vampire!" Tess screamed moving away.

"He's the shell of a vampire. He's been neutered. He can't bite anything." Buffy rolled her eyes. "So some supernatural force sent you to help me fight aliens?"

"Aliens?" Spike looked at Tess who stood frozen. "I wonder what they taste like."

"Yes. My cousins are aliens. They need help to fight other aliens." Buffy explained. "And the evil aliens are The Backstreet Boys. So come into the kitchen if you are gonna help. Don't just stand there."

"The Backstreet Boys? Is that any relation to Backstreet Boy Riley? I suppose I have to help. God why me?" Spike snarled grumpily.

"Who was at the door?" Michael asked through a mouthful of food.

"This is Spike. He's a pain in the ass but he is here to help us. The Powers That Be or whatnot have dropped him on our doorstep."

"Can I have a bite? I want to see what aliens taste like." Spike said sauntering up to Isabel. She smacked him and he howled in pain.

"See what I mean? He's a completely harmless vampire."

"So that's a vampire huh? Where's the fangs?" Max said unimpressed.

"It's hard for him to preform. He's neutered." Buffy grinned as Spike vamped.

"Ignore him."

"I have a question Buffy. How did you know what to get us?" Max asked following her advice.

"I didn't. Liz did." Max practically choked on his burger. "Liz?" He gulped. "What did Liz say?"

"She misses you." Buffy smiled. "Don't think about her now. We have business to get too. When will Nessido get here?"

"What kind of name is Nessido? Is it like Buffy?" Spike taunted.

"No." Spike whirled to see the intimidating face of Agent Pearce. ,/p>"Hello." Spike said nervously. "I'm a friend of Buffy's."

"No you aren't." Buffy made a face. "You were my enemy now you are one of my Slayerettes,

"I'm so honored." Spike shot back.

"Quiet. We need to talk." Nessido interrupted the exchange. "The enemy has arrived. And Buffy you have fraternized?"

"Yeah. I pretended to bump into one. Then I deduced the short ugly one is the leader."

"Did he have a name?"

"I don't know. It was like 2 seconds." Buffy grimaced. She was rather tired and wanted to go to bed.

"We shall obtain backstage passes for the show tomorrow. We have to find them before they recharge. It's our only chance." Nessido said.

"This is a fine situation. Can I go back to Sunnydale now?" Spike whined.

"I really don't want you here." Buffy snapped.

"Ok. B. I have a proposal. I stay and do what I'm told if I get a cash reward." Buffy smiled. She knew he didn't have the money to get home.

"Fine." Buffy shook his hand then whipped it off on a napkin.

"Everyone seems tense. Tomorrow is going to be very long. I suggest you all go to bed."

"Where am I gonna sleep?"

"Michael would you mind if he came with me to your apartment?" Buffy asked sheepishly.

"He could help us. I promise he won't be such a nag tomorrow. As soon as I get some blood in him."

"Just don't get blood on the carpet." Michael said.

"Thanks a bunch." Buffy said gratefully.

"Goodnight everyone. " Spike said grinning. The promise of blood had made him very happy.

"I'll show you where the apartment is. You come back once you've gotten blood. Here's 10 bucks." Buffy said.

"Fine. You just better not let me get zapped by some crazy aliens tomorrow. Or let me get burned by the sun."

"Because losing you would be such a tragedy."

"I didn't ask to be here." Spike reminded her. "I'm just doing what I'm told."

"We are here. Knock when you get back." Buffy said sharply going into the building.

"I'm really not a bad guy anymore. I promise." Spike said softly. But she was out of hearing range. "I've almost grown fond of you. I mean you haven't staked me yet. And if you knew I came here on my own terms you'd never let me hear the end of it."

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