Least Favorite
by Kookie

Buffy glanced over her shoulder and quickened her pace.

"Stupid Buffy. Just have to be super-independent girl now, don’t ya?" she mumbled to herself. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Her heart sped up.

‘Nononno! I just have to run into something icky tonight?’ she groaned mentally. She stole another look over her shoulder and sighed. She ran right into a lean figure.

"Well, whot do we ‘ave ‘ere?" Spike snickered. Buffy gulped. Her eyes flickered back and forth. "Is the lit’l slayer scared?" Buffy’s body tensed. "Aren’t you gunna answer the question?" he demanded. He grabbed her by the shoulder and shook her. She squeezed her eyes shut and winced. Spike took a step back.

"Whot is going on ‘ere? You are bloody scared? You? The ‘Slayer’ and what all." Spike laughed.

"Whatever floats your boat, Spike. Are you through yet? I’d like to get home sometime this year." she forced her voice not to crack. Spike stopped laughing.

"I can smell it! You’re bloody afraid!" Spike back-handed her and she flew back-wards.

"Bloody hell! You aren’t the slayer anymore!" he exclaimed. Buffy groaned. She pulled herself up and faced her foe.

"You certainly are a quick one! And they say blondes are stupid!" Buffy scoffed. "Looks whos’ talkin’! Listen, blondie, you shouldn’t be mouthin’ off to me." Spike sneered as he stalked toward her. Buffy retreated. "This is too much fun!" he chuckled and grabbed her arm. Buffy threw a punch, but it was easily blocked.

Spike threw her to the ground. He lashed out several times with his foot. Buffy gasped as he broke a couple ribs.

"That’s what I like to hear!" was the last Buffy heard as his foot smashed into her temple.

Buffy’s eyes fluttered open. She hissed as the pain engulfed her. She coughed and began to choke. When she got her breath again she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. It was covered in blood.

"Did someone get the license plate number for that truck?" she grumbled. She forced herself into a sitting position. She groaned. "Evening, luv." a voice called. She winced as the voice seemed to get hundred times louder in her head.

"I thought you’d be dead. But luckily you get to stay around for the best part." Spike said. Buffy spit out more blood. She stared up at Spike. "Are you gonna entertain me with your wit? Or are you gunna have some more fun my me behalf?" she leered. She clenched her jaw as her ribs bit into her lungs. Spike kicked her in the face.

"You are just a barrel of laughs, aren’t ya ducks? You are a feisty one, can’t wait to rip your tongue out, let’s see how funny you can be then." he growled. Buffy glared at him. If she is gunna die, she’s gunna go out in a fight. Right now, she preferred a verbal battle to a physical one.

"Let’s see then." Buffy challenged. She hobbled up to a standing position. Spike chuckled.

"Oh, that wouldn’t be any fun if I couldn’t ‘ear you scream." He grabbed her by her hair and smashed her nose into his knee. She let out a muffled grunt as it shattered. She was not going to give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream. He picked her up be her neck. She tried to kick out with her legs, but to no avail.

"Let’s hear that pretty voice of yours beg. Hmm?" Spike asked. Buffy spit blood in his face.

"Naughty, naughty." He threw her against the wall. Colors swarmed in front of her eyes. Her body was begging her let the darkness take over. She wasn’t gunna go without a fight. She pulled herself up with help from the wall.

"Begging really isn’t my strong suit." Buffy choked out. Spike sauntered over to her.

"That attitude will be your downfall. And when you fall, no one will be here to catch you." he hissed. He bashed her skull against the wall. Her limp body snaked to the ground. Spike gave her a fierce kick to the abdomen, turned and left the room.

"Wake up!" Spike demanded. He grabbed her hair and pulled her into a sitting position. Buffy yelped. When she opened her eyes everything was out of focus. Her head started to fall to the side. Spike smacked her.

"Guess whot I found?" he asked with glee. Buffy managed a snicker.

"Some fashion sense?" Spike snarled and lifted her off her feet. He repeatedly smashed her into the wall and applied force to her throat. She could feel her windpipe weakening. Just when she thought her eyes would pop out of her head, Spike dropped her. Buffy swallowed a scream. By the way her chest was feeling, she knew that all of her ribs had to be broken.

"A rusted up ole railroad spike. Now, luv, you’ll get to see why they called me Spike." he answered. Buffy wiped the blood away from her mouth.

"I always thought it was because--aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!" she screamed. Spike had rammed the spike into her knee. Spike added more pain by ripping it out. Buffy didn’t have time to scream when Spike drove it into her other knee and ripped it out.

"I don’t ever remembering ‘aving this much fun!" Spike exclaimed. Buffy tried to slither away, but Spike caught her foot and dragged her back. Buffy yelled again in agony. He threw her back down and stabbed it right into her stomach. She screamed again, but it was muffled by all the blood oozing from her mouth.

"Isn’t this just grand? I love these kind of games!" He looked down at her, her eyes were closed and her breath was close to none. He bent down and drove it further into her stomach. She barely flinched. He lightly kissed her forehead.

"My third and favorite." He left her for dead.

‘Move!’ her mind screamed. Buffy sat up slowly and gasped when she felt the spike. She laid back down and quickly pulled it out. She hissed. She carefully touched her rib cage and found them all mended. She flexed her knees, no pain.

"I’m back." she whispered. Buffy stood up. There was no burning throughout her body and knew she was okay. She was a tad sore, but that was better than broken bones. She crept to the door and slowly peeked out. It was clear.

"Slayer.." a voice growled from behind her. Buffy stopped and kicked out. The vampire doubled over. She quickly spun around and snapped his neck.

"It’s good to be back." she smiled. Her spider sense was kicking in and she knew he close. Buffy descended the stairs with confidence. Her instincts told her left, so left she went.

"But not good for him." she sneered. He was giving directions to one of his minions. The minion caught sight of her and fled.

"Bloody hell! Whot now?" Spike growled.

"Me now." Buffy replied. Spike whirled around, a confused look on his face.

"You were dead! How..I.." he stumbled over his words. She shrugged.

"I guess I’m not fit to be dead." she lashed out, connecting with his chest. Another spin-kick and he was pushed up against a wall. He punched, she blocked. She punched, he wasn’t quick enough to block. She grabbed him by his throat and smashed him against the wall.

"Lookey what I got." Buffy pulled the rusted spike from the back of her pants.

"Wanna guess how much it hurts?" Spike grunted in reply. Buffy slammed him again against the wall. She dropped him and smashed the spike into his chest. Spike roared. He frantically tried to pull it out. But Buffy yanked it out. He roared again.

"You’re close, I’ll give you one more chance." This time she drove it into his heart. He screamed. Buffy grinned.

"You’re correct! It hurts a lot! But I’m more compassionate than you, so I won’t let you sit here and slowly die. I’ll make it quick." She grabbed his neck and gave a sharp twist to the right.

"My millionth and least favorite." Buffy strolled casually out of the mansion.

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