A/N:I hope you like this story! I don't know about you guys, but I love Spike and Buffy in the second season. It's always the best, I'm one for premature loving! *Insert Smiley Face* And thanks to ginar369 for sticking it out with me as I go through all my reposts. I love your reviews SOOO much.

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I couldn't explain it. I don't think I'll ever be able to explain it to my friends, my family, Angel or him. Never him. I just had that feeling that he was safe. He may have said his biggest goal is to kill me, but he hasn't put the effort in and from the stories Giles has told me, he should have drunk my blood by now. And despite my calling, I haven't felt the need to kill him either. The closest he's ever gotten to my death was the closest I've had him to his dusty end, was Parent Teacher Night. Ever since then, I haven't felt the urge to kill him. As a matter of fact, even my vampire senses are different, almost haywire around him.

When he comes up behind me, I don't feel the danger. I feel a flutter in my gut and a ringing in my ears. Instead of repulsion when he touches me, for some reason, I feel desire. His cold skin doesn't cause me to flinch or recoil; it just cools my smoldering body. I don't feel the urge to gag or kill whenever he's around.

I don't think I could ever explain it. Everything about him I should hate, but I just can't. He's a vampire, my sworn enemy, and a hot one at that. Spike. William the Bloody. Either way, he could not be the big bad he wanted to. No matter what he does, he'll never be a threat to me. I think he knows that, too.

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A/N: Well, This was supposed to be a one hour challenge. This took me about fifteen minutes. Anyway, Please Review!