As Spike felt the stake piercing his skin he also noticed a strange gleam in Buffy’s eyes. It wasn’t the usual combative gleam she had when she was fighting vampires. Several minutes passed wherein Buffy stood inches from Spike unable to do her nightly duty.
Eventually Spike took her hand, forcing her to withdraw the stake. He looked down and frowned. “You ruined my shirt, Buff. A little deeper and you would’ve killed me” he said offended.
“That’s the intention, moron” Buffy snapped.
“No it’s not” Spike replied. He spoke in a normal tone. No arrogance or confidence. He was simply stating a fact.
“What makes you so sure of that?” Buffy scoffed.
“Because then I’d already be dead” Spike shrugged. Buffy tried to come up with a snarky comeback, find none and dropped her stake. She sank down on the grass.
“Crap” she pouted. Spike was right. She couldn’t kill him. It was ridiculous. Spike was a vampire, she was the slayer. Easy as that.
“Oh, don’t sweat it, love” Spike tried to comfort her. He sunk down on his knees and lay his hand on her shoulder as a consoling gesture.

Buffy was walking down the street head back to her apartment. "Ugh, I can't believe Spike, he is such a dumbass", Buffy said to herself, but the man walking past her only heard the "He is such a dumbass" part and he thought she was talking about him.

It was 1:30 in the morning and Buffy couldn't sleep. So she got out of bed and she started walking a little bit, then she heard rustling in the bushes out of her window. Buffy looked out her window and she saw Spike smoking a cigarette.

"Spike, what the hell are you doing here", she yelled to him from her window. "I came here to see you, love", he replied as he threw his cigarette on the ground.

"God, you never give up, do you?", she asked him starting to get really ticked off. "I know you want me, Buffy", he said trying to look into her eyes but that was difficult because she kept rolling them.


"No, I don't!", she said getting really ticked off now. "Come on, just admit it", the bleach blonde vampire said to her. "That's it", Buffy said to herself quietly. She walked to her trunk where all her weapons were.

City of Rome
It was the middle of the night. Buffy was walking down the street, talking to someone in a really tiny microphone. There was a small earphone in her ear, so each time she’d say something pedestrians who passed by would give her strange looks, because it seemed as if she was talking to herself.
“Yes, Willow, I’m taking care of myself” Buffy reassured her ginger friend on the other side of the line. “I’m actually sitting in restaurant Chinappi as we speak” she added, before taking a bite of her sandwich
“I hear cars, Buffy” Willow replied a little offended. Did Buffy really think Willow would fall for that? “It’s late, you should be in bed. You should go talk to your boss so he can get you more time off” she added in a pitiful voice. “And…and you shouldn’t be out at night. It’s dangerous”
“I think you’re forgetting that small detail about me” Buffy replied sarcastically. “You know, the one that says ‘slayer’”
She walked around the corner and bumped into something corporeal.