Author: Richess a.k.a A.N.H. Richards
Email for feedback: richess78@hotmail.com
Summary: When Buffy begins to date a new guy spike suspects that he is not everything the slayer thinks he is. Things to know: Spike is not in love with Buffy at this point. This takes part after Into the Woods. A S/B ship, with Buffy/Other, & Giles/Other.
Disclaimer: I own any of the BTVS characters; they belong to Joss Whedon, ME Productions and Fox Productions. But I do own Deighton, and Ancora and their history.
Dedication: This fic goes out to every great writer that I have ever read. And to everyone who has read GITW so far. To Adiana, I hope your dreams are coming true.

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Part 10

"And you expect me to believe you, Spike? Ok , you have tried to mess with my life how often?" Buffy huffed turning away from him.

"Fine, don't believe me that this guy is brainwashing you."

"And why would he?"

"Because you are a bloody superhero. You stand for good and the American way and all that stuff. You've got power , and evil always wants the power of good."

"You sound like a comic book." Buffy rolled her eyes.

"You know what Slayer? You are always looking for love in the wrong places. The wrong guys. God , you are a mess."

"Look who's talking, 'I was with Miss Looney Tunes Europe' for over a century. And now he's with 'The Biggest Ditz' of America."

"Hey! At least I know what I had with them. Unlike you Slayer."

"Are you volunteering to be my boyfriend, Spike?" Buffy tried not to wail in laughter since it was the middle of the night.

"Please, Slayer. You wouldn't know what to do with me." His voice raised more of a challenge then a statement.

Buffy stopped, looking at him strangely.

"Oh no you don't. Don't look at me like that. If this chip was out of my head, I would put you down faster then a horse with a broken leg."

"Asshole." Buffy hissed . "Get out, or I'll…"

"No problems, Pet. When I'm needed as usual, I'll be around." Spike climbed out of the window and took off into the night.

Spike walked into his crypt. He knew immediately that someone was in there.

"You better bloody well come on out now."

"Hey that was quick." A figure walked out from the shadows.

"Who the hell are you?"

"The name is Whistler."

Spike just glared at him.

Whistler made an uncomfortable sigh and continued, "I am here to help you with Buffy's little problem."

"Buffy's only problem is that she's breathing. Other then that, I think you need to explain fast why you are here, because you don't smell human and that means I can hurt you." The vampire smiled.

"Well I know you helped the Slayer defeat Angelus. But you are going to be tested. Your love for her is going to be tested."

"My what?" Spike roared in laughter.

"You love the Slayer."

"Since when do I love that bint? Are you mad?"

Whistler looked at the vampire confused. "You've loved her ever since… they did something to you."

"I have never been in love with goldilocks."

"You were. The Powers That Be said…"

"They said what?"

"She did something to you. Ancora must have cast a spell to ward off true loves of the Slayer."

"Look here you bloody moron…" Spike advanced on the demon in front of him.

"Shut up and come with me. I must take you to the post office."

"The what? There is no way in bleeding hell."

"They have been messing with your mind, and if you don't get your butt in gear, Buffy is as good as dead and trust me, you don't want that to happen. Let's go, Spike."

Spike was intrigued by the little man and decided to take the short walk into town.

Part 11

There was no way that Buffy could sleep after her talk with Spike. She trekked up to Deighton's apartment. She examined the buzzer code and D. Michale #1730. She pressed the code and waited.

"Hello!" croaked a sleepy voice over the buzzer.

"Deighton, it's me."

"Buffy?" There was a brief silence, "Come on up."

The door buzzed open and Buffy stepped inside the reception area.

Deighton looked around the apartment, but Ancora was nowhere to be found. He shrugged his shoulders as he heard the soft knock on the door.

Buffy waited as the door slowly opened. Deighton stood before her in shorts and shirtless. The muscles that laced his torso were very familiar to Buffy. She had rubbed her hands – and other parts of her body – against them during their more than heavy kissing sessions, but it never went beyond that no matter how much she pushed.

"Hi!" was all that the blond could muster.

"Hi, Buffy. I was hoping that you'd call me since your were busy tonight, but this a total bonus. Come on in."

Buffy stepped inside the immaculate apartment. It was spacious with a minimal amount of furniture, but the furniture that was there was gorgeous.

Ancora watched as the Watcher sang. Giles looked up in time to see her violet eyes sweeping over his form. He could feel the blood rush to his cheeks as her eyes lingered over him. She was dressed in black from head to toe. She wore a soft, clingy halter top with a long leather shirt that settled low on her hips and had a high split.

As Giles stepped off the stage, her smile captivated him. He walked toward Ancora, drawn to her beauty.

"Hello Rupert."

"Ancora. I am glad that you came."

"I told you when I talked to you on the phone that I would come."

"That you did," he replied shyly. "Would you like to go and have a seat? A drink perhaps?"

"Most definitely. I want to find out so much more about the handsome Rupert Giles." Ancora smiled.

She flipped her luxurious black hair. Giles watched in amazement as her hair flowed like water along her shoulders.

As they took a booth in the corner of the club, she pulled him next to her.

"Can I get you a drink?" a waitress hurried to the couple.

"Red wine?" Giles looked at Ancora.

"Red wine is perfect."

The waitress scribbled down the order . "It should take a minute."

The club was half full. People danced and listened to performers while sipping on their drinks.

"So tell me all about Rupert Giles."

"Nothing much to tell." Giles blushed as she looked into his eyes.

"Really! I have a feeling, Rupert, that you have lots of wild kinky stories to tell."

"I beg your pardon," the Watcher could feel a blush spread across his cheeks.

"I think I caught you. That blush wasn't an innocent one. It was more like a 'how did she know"' blush," she winked. "I want you to tell me everything."

Giles could actually tell it was more a command then a request , but something about her eyes trapped him. The waitress set down the drinks and they began talking.

"I need to go to the rest room for a second, Rupert. I'll be back." She smiled as he , like a true gentleman , stood up as she left her chair.

She walked down the small hallway to the bathroom. Ancora took out the small vial of red powder, and spread it over red lips. It blended perfectly. She took out another vial of clear liquid and ingested it. She couldn't allow her own truth serum to work on her. Now all she had to do was get the very proper gentleman to be a little less closed.

She smiled as she headed back to their table. Once again, she decided to sit on his side of the booth.

Giles looked over at her before she brazenly put her hand on his upper thigh. The Watcher jumped in surprise, but quickly tried to mask it.

"I have a feeling that you are too nice of a guy to make the first move , so I will." Ancora leaned in , giving the Watcher a long deep kiss. Their tongues duelled passionately. Her body demanded more closeness as she moved in nearer, her fingers in his hair as she pulled him towards her heat. The Watcher's hands held her securely in place as they rested between her shoulder blades. Finally, they broke apart, both needing air.

Panting, Ancora tried in vain to fix her smudged red lipstick. She smiled at Giles' own red lips and took a napkin off the table and wiped it off for him.

The boyish smile that crossed his face made her definitely feel like she still had what it takes. "I think I should go back to the bathroom. Ehmm. Do you want to order another red wine so that we can…ehmm... talk." she laughed, "When I come back?"

"Certainly."

Ancora walked off, almost giggling at her love-struck act. "I should win an Academy Award."

Within ten minutes of her return from the bathroom, Rupert Giles was telling her every secret that he had ever known.

She carefully escorted the Watcher to his car.

"Please Rupert , tell me the rest." Ancora watched as he searched for his keys.

"Well , I have been doing lots of research. On Detole."

"I think you mean Deighton."

"Whatever that moron 's name is ? I know he gave my slayer some weird possessed necklace."

"Really? Why would he do that?"

"Because he wants to kill her. That much…" he hiccuped, "I read."

"Wow. You live such a fantastic life, Rupert. But I think you should go home now."

"I can't drive. I don't feel well."

"You only had one drink. You should be fine." She waited for the glazed look to cross over his eyes. Within minutes it did. Her power of suggestion would begin to work now, as the serum fully entered his system.

"Rupert?"

"Yes, Ancora?"

"I want to you to start your car and drive 70 miles per hour into the side of that building over there." She pointed half a block down toward the bowling alley. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ancora."

"Do it now please."

Ancora smiled as the Watcher complied with all of her commands. His small sports car sped down the street, and then the sudden crunch of metal and brick resounded through the air. She laughed as the air bag exploded into his face, snapping his head back.

Ancora whistled as she walked down the street. Back to her apartment.

Part 12

"I have something to ask you Deighton."

"Sure Buffy."

The Slayer gave a slight smile, trying to make her question sound not so accusing.

"Some people I know think that something is wrong with the necklace."

"Really? Like what?"

"Well that it's used for evil." Buffy said blatantly.

"Why would anyone think that?"

"Well for one, I can't get it off ."

Deighton reached over, quickly found the clasp and took it off of her neck. He held it in his hand. "The clasp is hidden."

Buffy felt a strong blush cross her face, "It's just…." Deighton put the necklace back on the slayer.

"Buffy, who has been telling you these things? Why would I want to do anything harmful to you? The necklace was given to my mother as a gift , and when she died, she left it for me. And told me to only give it to the girl I loved more then life itself." He stroked her hair as he gazed into her eyes. "I know I have found her. I am just not sure if she feels the same way."

Buffy was so lost in his eyes that she didn't even hear the hidden question. Instead , she leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. He pulled her body closer to his until she was sitting on his lap. Their kiss got more intense as the heat gathered between them. Suddenly Buffy realized that Deighton was pressing her firmly into the couch with his body weight as he began to unbutton her shirt. He trailed wet kisses along her neck. He opened her shirt, gaining access to her collarbone , and began to work his way down her body until the door opened , and a stream of light interrupted the couple.

Deighton looked up to see Ancora. She raised an eyebrow looking at the display in front of her, then gave him a venomous stare as Buffy tried to button back up her shirt and hurried to fix her hair.

"Deighton , I definitely don't need to be seeing that."

"Whatever, sis. You're a big girl."

Sis? Deighton never mentioned having a sister. Buffy thought.

"And you must be the Buffy."

Buffy looked up to see the girl from the Magic Shop standing in the living room.

"Buffy this is Ancora. Ancora this is THE Buffy."

"We've briefly met at the Magic Shop," Ancora smiled.

"Yeah. You and…ehmm…Giles were talking." Buffy stammered.

"Yeah, he's a great guy. Well, Buffy, I would like to have made our initial meeting longer, but I am dead tired and just want to sleep. So maybe we can make a lunch date or something." Ancora touched the Slayer's arm.

Ancora's warm touch made Buffy's skin tingle. Surprisingly, it was the same type of vibe that she felt when a vampire was near. She brushed it off to nerves.

"Sure."

"Goodnight, Buffy," Ancora gave Deighton the look of death and walked into her bedroom.

"I think maybe I should go," Buffy suggested , feeling like she was put in an awkward situation.

Deighton encircled his arms around her waist and kissed her deeply. "We'll finish this another time." He smiled against her and then kissed her forehead , escorting her out the door.

"Bye Deighton."

"Bye Buffy."

Part 13

Ancora heard the door close. She looked out her window, waiting until she saw Buffy crossing the street to go home.

Deighton made his way into their bedroom , ready for the full out assault that was going come his way.

"What the hell was she doing here? I am running around trying to make sure her Watcher doesn't catch on , and you are sucking her face off. Who knows what other things you would have been sucking if I didn't come home when I did." Ancora yelled.

"Look Anc, you know that these things happen. She wanted to know what was up with the necklace and everything . I had to divert her attention."

"Play a game of FRIGGIN' Scrabble."

"Anc…"

"Anc what?" she blared . "Remember you need me as much as I need you. Don't think that this isn't 50/50? Cause if you make that mistake , I can easily replace you."

His head shot up at that threat. He grabbed her arms and pushed her against the wall. "Like hell you will."

Her violet eyes glared into his brown as he crushed his lips against hers. She moaned in protest against him , then viciously she yanked his hair, snapping his head back.

"You remember something : without me you're dead," she glowered at him.

"Ditto, sweets." Deighton swung her around to the bed and watched as she backed up onto her elbow , looking up at him.

"You didn't have to touch her , baby." He admonished as he pulled Ancora's halter top off, leaving her top half bare to his gaze.

"But I wanted to scream tonight. I wanted her to bleed," the temptress pouted.

He smiled, "Let's make up."

A devious look crossed her face. "Ok," she said as pulled Deighton toward her.

Continued...

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