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| Season 4: This Years Girl XANDER: Spike? GILES: What are you doing here? SPIKE: Me? Hey, I'm not the one out of place here. XANDER: For your information, smarty, we've got a rogue Slayer on our hands. Real psycho-killer too. SPIKE: Sounds serious. GILES: It is. What do you know? SPIKE: What do you need? XANDER: Her. Dark hair. Yay (Indicates) tall, name of Faith, criminally insane. GILES: Have you seen her? SPIKE: Is this bird after you? XANDER: In a bad way, yeah. SPIKE: Tell you what I'll do then. I'll head out, find this girl, tell her exactly where you are and then watch as she kills you. Can't any one of your damn little Scooby club at least try to remember that I hate you all? Just because I can't do the damage myself doesn't stop me from aiming a loose cannon your way. And here I thought the evening be dull. XANDER: Go ahead. You wouldn't even recognise her. SPIKE: Dark hair, this tall (Indicates), name of Faith, criminally insane. Like this girl already. XANDER: We're dumb. |
| Season 4 : Who are you? (Faith-in-Buffy runs into Spike at the Bronze) FAITH: Ooo! SPIKE: Oh, *you*. FAITH: (a beat) And you. SPIKE: What? Are you keeping tabs on me? You're gonna give me a hard time now? FAITH: Um, do I usually give you a hard time? SPIKE: (not amused) Very funny. Well, you don't have to worry about me drinking. Unless you're here to protect innocent beers. FAITH: You're a vampire. SPIKE: (glaring) Was. And as soon as I get this chip out of my head, I'll be a vampire again. But until then, I'm just as helpless as a kitten up a tree. So why don't you sod off? FAITH: Okay. SPIKE: (pissed) Oh, fine! Throw it in my face! Spike's not a threat anymore, I'll turn my back! He can't hurt me. FAITH: Spike? (recognition) Spike. William the Bloody with a chip in his head. I kind of love this town. SPIKE: (scoffs) You know why I really hate you, Summers? FAITH: (cheerfully) 'Cause I'm a stuck-up tight-ass with no sense of fun? SPIKE: Well-- (falters) . . . Yeah, that covers a lot of it. FAITH: 'Cause I could do anything I want, and instead I choose to pout and whine and feel the burden of Slayerness? (shrugs) I mean, I could be rich. I could be famous. I could have anything. (a beat) Anyone. Even you, Spike. (voice taking on a sultry tone) I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of. I could squeeze you until you pop like warm champagne and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more. And you know why I don't? (Their lips very close, Spike doesn't say anything but seems *very* interested in the answer.) FAITH: Because it's wrong. (chuckles) (She steps around him backing off and Spike glares at her with dangerous eyes as she just grins back at him.) SPIKE: (menacingly) I get this chip out . . . you and me are gonna have a confrontation. FAITH: (just as menacingly) Count on it. |