Who: Buffy and Spike. What: An unpleasant confrontation. When: Evening. Where: The streets. Rating: Expect violence and language. This is Buffy and Spike, after all.
He had tired of playing around with Veronica. Her hair reminded him of Buffy's, and Drusilla's constant yammering no longer seemed as appealing to him as it once did before. They were just words. Poetic, perhaps, but also insane at the same time. And while he once worshipped every single aspect of the beast that he had fallen in love with, it was now more than obvious that someone else was occupying his mind. The Slayer. The love and hate that he carried around with him was unbearable. He wanted to kill her, he wanted to shag her, he wanted to twist her neck from her shoulders and drink every drop of blood that spilled from her veins, and then he wanted to kiss her. It was all so unsettling and so confusing. He felt just like he had before he had gotten his soul: desperate, unwanted, and miserable. But the desperation was the strongest of the three emotions. And when vampires were desperate? They would do anything to get what they wanted.
And that was exactly why the vampire had hit the streets in search of her. He had thought that he caught her scent earlier that evening, and it had been driving him insane ever since. It wasn't until recently that it had grown much stronger. He was stalking around a few dark and stench ridden alleys when the scent finally began to overpower everything else. She was so close. He swung himself up onto a nearby ladder and began climbing his way up onto the roof of a hardware store. From there, he was able to see into a few alleys a lot more quickly than he would have been able to down below. His eyes scanned the dark alleys for several moments until he finally spotted her. He watched for a good moment and slowly walked toward the edge of the roof. Spike kept his eyes trained on her. When she finally came within a good distance, he jumped down and smoothly landed on the pavement. His fall would have been more clumsy if the roof was a bit higher, but he managed to make his descent look decent. Almost smirking at his accomplishment, Spike rose up to his full height, folded his arms across his chest, and stared off at Buffy. He was blocking her path.