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- Well, well, what do we have here? One of the Slayers little puppies. What do you say about becoming my pet? He asked the figure on the terrace.

- Spike! you leave him alone or I'll kill you, Buffy threatened.

- But look at him, with his dark hair and brown eyes, he just screams property of Spike.

- Oookay, whatever. Besides I thought you went for blonds.

- Nah, especially not when a darkhaired beauty like him comes along.

- You still can't have him.

- And why is that?

- Because I have first dibs on him.

This came from behind Spike who immediately turned around.

- Oh, you do, do you?

- Yes, he is mine and there isn't a thing you can do about it.

- Oh yeah? I'll fight you for him!

- Haha, you wouldn't stand a chans. Give it up Spike.

Walking over to the terrace Xander picked up his puppy and started to walk home


The End