"This one looks good," said Spike, eyeing a vendor on the streets of Munich. "You still hungry, luv?"

Drusilla nodded. "Can't you hear my tummy? It's all growly." She said to her man in a sweet tone.

"Of course I can, Dru. We will have something to eat in a minute, don't you fret." He said and kissed her cheek lightly.

Spike and Drucilla headed over to the unsuspecting merchant, who was eager to unload some useless trinket on them. It was the dead of night, but the man was still there, waiting for a customer to come along.

"My good man, what are you doing here at this hour?" Asked Spike in the nicest tone possible. With a small tilt of the head he tried to look like a well-mannered gentleman.

"I need to sell more…My family needs food." The man told him in a pathetic voice. His eyes were wide with hope.

Spike and Dru smiled simultaneously. "Ya, well my family needs blood." Said the Vampire, grinning.

Suddenly, Spike grabbed the man by the scruff of the neck, and violently threw him against the brick wall of the building adjacent to the vending cart. The man slid down the wall to the ground, unconcious.

Drusilla smiled seductivly at Spike, and then clapped softly. "Ooh, daddy did good."

The Vampire just smiled at her. "Told you we'd have something to eat…"

He picked up the man, and slapped him in the face a few times to wake him up. His eyes opened, and then grew wide when he realized what had happened. "Du Sheiss Kopf!" he screamed in German. "What are you going to do to me?"

"I'm not going to do anything, friend. She is." He grinned wildly and tightened his grip on the man's shirt.

Drusilla stepped around Spike to see the man, her face now distorted -- a vampire's.

"What--" Started the man.

Drusilla opened her mouth and bared her fangs, then she sank them into the flesh of his neck. She fed for nearly a minute, savoring the flow of blood and licked her ruby lips as she dropped her prey to the ground. The corpse landed with a thump on the cold cobblestone street.

"Thank you, hun," she said sweetly. "I was hungry."

"I know love. Are you full now?"

Drusilla smiled. "Yes, Spike." She pranced over the corpse and wrapped her arms around her lover. She leaned up and kissed him softly, then he pulled her tight against his body. Her face had reverted to normal once again.

"How adorable." Said a strong female voice from the darkness.

Both of the Vampires heads turned to meet the intruder, Drusilla's eyes full of curiosity and Spike's burning with rage. He released his hold on Dru and peered into the shadows of the nearby building. Then, suddenly the identity of the woman was apparent to him, although he could not even see her face.

"Slayer..." He said darkly.

A young girl, not much older than 17 stepped out from the shadows, grinning slightly at the Vampire couple. "Good guess, William."

Spike's head tilted to the side slightly. "I see your watcher has done his homework."

Drusilla was full of exitement, a sudden wave of enlightenment appearing in her mind. She leaned over Spike's shoulder and spoke into his ear. "He's--"

Still glaring at the slayer, he leveled his arm and pointed to the opposite side of the street. "There." He said to Drusilla before she could finish. He turned his head in the direction that his finger was pointing.

The Watcher stepped out from behind one of the many trees lining the street. He was a portly man in a brown tweed suit. He held a large cross close to his chest with one hand, and an aged, hard-bound book in the other. He opened the book and read out loud. "And on that day she would face her greatest challenge. A vicious demon of enormous power. And the Vampire would be slain."

Spike grin faded from his face, which was now blank. Prophecy, he thought, was seldom wrong. If the book held by the Watcher was accurate… He was in fact done for... No, he saw it now, the ploy of a wise overseer. They had tried to throw the Vampire off by reading a fake prophecy. He was smarter than that though, and he was not worried. "I'm sure." He said bluntly, referring to the book. "You think you can outsmart me?" Spike asked, looking back at the Slayer.

"I'm sure I can." She said.

"Well the last Slayer couldn't."

The woman considered this for a moment. "Really. She tried to outsmart you?"

Spike chuckled. "She tried to bait me. I'm not a fish."

* * *

The message was clear enough. The bitch had Dru, and he was supposed to come and rescue her. It was meant to look like a trap, and he knew it. But if Drusilla was to be rescued, he had to go anyhow.

Minutes after finding the small note sent by the Slayer, he was at the meeting place. The park was an open field, trees along the perimeter, but nothing he could shroud himself in. So, after spotting the Slayer in the center of the field with a stake to Dru's heart, he decided to use his Vampire abilities. He had approached from the side, and with any luck he could get the jump on the Slayer before she had time to react. Little Sally Stake Stake wasn't going to get the best of him.

He crouched low next to a tree, in the darkness of night he could not be seen. He looked into the field from the perimeter, neither the Slayer or Drusilla had noticed his presence.

Suddenly he bolted. Broke off into a run that was so fast his shape appeared to be blurred. Nearly ten feet before he reached the Slayer, Spike leapt, snarling, with one arm outstreached and tackled her to the ground.

Drusilla shrieked in surprise as her captor was ripped away and sent to the grass.

On top of her, Spike punched the girl hard in the face once. "That's what you get for taking my--" He was stopped as the Slayer flipped the Vampire off of her.

He landed on his back and growled. "Ooh… that was a mistake." He rolled to his chest and got to his feet. He looked into the eyes of the pretty young girl. "Why all this bother for me?" He asked.

"You're a nuisence." She told him smugly. "And you need to die."

He slowly slid one hand into his jacket, not taking his eyes off her, and pulled out a rusty, spiraled railroad spike. He smiled, brought the spike to his mouth and ran his tounge over the cold metal.

The Slayer gulped audibly.

Spike grinned and spun the sharp metal weapon in his hand. "What is your name?"

"Sarah." Replied the girl. "And you are Spike. Named after that thing in you hand I pres--"

He flung the spike at her face with the speed of a bullet. Her hand raised and grasped it in mid-air before she knew what had happened. "You're slow."

The Vampire grimiced. "I suppose… Let's dance."

Sarah tossed the weapon to the ground and pulled another wooden stake, sidesteping, preparing for battle.

Spike started to circle, and the Slayer followed, watching him. He ran his tounge over fangs and grinned. The two circled and watched eachother, then Spike made his move.

His body twisted and he side-kicked her in the gut. Before she could even groan in pain, he upper-cutted her in the face. Spike stepped back, waiting for her to retalliate. She did.

Sarah hit him with the back of her fist. The blow spun him 360 degrees and faced her again.

She is stupid, he thought. While circling each other, he had made his way back where she threw his spike. He quickly bent down to retrieve it.

As he crouched to get his weapon, she kicked him hard in the face. "Ahhh!" He yelled, holding the side of his face. "Whore!"

"Aww…" She patronized. "That hurt?" She charged him with her shoulder, but with his demon strength, he stopped her.

Spike had one hand on her neck and the other ramming the railroad spike into her shoulder. He looked down, blood spreading down her shirt, knowing he had won the battle, but his Vampire face was not smiling. "Goodbye."

A tear rolled down the Slayer's cheek and she knew her time had come.

Her body hit the grass after a snap of a neck. Spike streached his arms and turned back to Drucilla. "Good 'ole Angelus taught me that one."

* * *

Spike watched this Slayer closely. The second he had faced in half a century. "You'll die like the last one," He said. "But I want you to beg for you life."