Important info- This story takes place a few months before 'Kitten playing with fire' sorry if that confuses you at all and I hope my readers enjoy this as much as they do my other cross over. Kitten's playing with fire will be put on hold until this story is finished. Sorry for any disapointments

Disclaimer-I don't own anything but Arella and the plot of the story.

Summary- Temptation; Try and get a little bit. There's really nothing wrong with it~ When Buffy and Spike come to Ispwich, for their next mission, they didn't expect to make friends with their targets. Soon, all hell breaks loose. To make things worse Reid's little sister, Arella, is caught inbetween the crossfire.

Enojy!,

Bella3

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She trailed the cover of the dust ridden book with her slim fragile finger. It looked as if it hadn't been read in centuries. She inhaled a large breath, letting it out on the cover of the book. A cough was heard in front of her, dust having hit the person head on.

"Get on . . . with . . . with it, pet." Spike coughed with annoyance as he fanned the air with his hand. He growled at her. She just rolled her eyes. He didn't seem as menacing when he was coughing throughout his growls. She opened the old book slowly and flipped to the page she was told to read about. Stopping when she reached her spot she began reading a section from the book out loud.

"The Salem Trials; Ipswich Chronicles

In 1692, in the Ipswich Colony of Massachusetts, five families of powerful witches committed to a covenant of silence to protect themselves against the witch hunters, but one of the families transgress their pact and is banished from their lands. Along the centuries, the power and the covenant are transmitted through their descendants and when the eldest son is eighteen years old, he ascends to a higher power. However, the use of magic addicts and if used in excess, ages the warlock."

Buffy closed the book that her friend, Willow, had given her. Willow had passed the book to Buffy before she, and unfortunately Spike, left on their mission. Buffy didn't see the point of Spike coming along. They hated each other. He was a vampire and she the vampire slayer.

"So what you're saying, luv, is that these boys are demons?" Spike asked, trying to make sure he had it right. Buffy rolled her eyes and hid the book under her dorm room bed. She let out a breath. Even this situation was confusing her!

"Not exactly Spike. They have powers like witches. Well, warlocks since it's only the boys that can receive the power. Willow told me their power is great but comes at a risk for them. We can use that." Buffy tried her best to explain to him. He nodded, only slightly understanding now. He understood that these five, now four, boys are witches. Easiest kill he's ever had.

"So we strike tonight? We can be home by tomorrow." Spike said with excitement in his voice. He wanted some action. He hasn't had good excitement since he first met Buffy. Buffy sighed and shook her head. They weren't exactly here to kill the boys. More like investigate, then decide if they have to kill them or not.

"If it was that simple Spike, do you think we'd have to actually go to school there?" Buffy told him. He rolled his eyes at her. He was over a hundred years old. He already had to go through high school so many times. He didn't feel like going through it again any time soon if he could help it. Only, he couldn't help it. If he could he wouldn't be coming to this school with Buffy Summers.

"What ever, pet. What's the plan then?" Spike asked her. She bit her lip. She wasn't sure if she should tell him detail to detail just yet. So she stalled. She jumped from her seat on her bed and hurried to her fully stocked closet. She was already unpacked. Spike, on the other hand, was anything but unpacked.

"We get accepted into their little circle. My room mate? She's the oldest one's girlfriend. You're on the same hall as the two youngest. I've done my research, Spike. You'll fit in just find with the third oldest, but he won't trust you enough to let anything slip. That's where she comes in." Buffy explained to him, tossing a picture of a young blonde girl to him.

She was delicious to him. Her skin was flawlessly creamy pale. Her blonde hair was flowing down her shoulders in curls, blonde bangs covering the tips of her eyes. She had striking blue eyes that drew you in upon first look. His mouth watered just at a mere picture of this girl. He couldn't help but think of how her blood would taste as he bit into her. Buffy, seeing the look in his eyes, snapped her fingers in front of him.

"What?" He snapped at her.

"Don't you even think of biting her. She's the Reid Garwin's, as in one of the 'sons', baby sister. You want to go home? You keep your pearly whites out of her blood stream." Buffy said as she smacked him off the head as she passed by him. He growled at her, his teeth baring out at her. He hated when she messed up his hair. He noticed her now in a totally different outfit. How long was he day dreaming about this Garwin girl?

"Hot date, pet?" Spike asked Buffy, eying her over with no shame. She rolled her eyes and went into the bathroom that connected to her dorm room. She had quickly changed into something, that was far from what she could consider comfortable. Now, she was applying her make up in the mirror.

"There's a party tonight at some place called Dells. We're 'bumping' into the boys, the sister, and Sarah there." Buffy said as she came back into the room. Spike was used to Buffy wearing tight leather, it didn't affect him as much as it did when he first met her.

"Will there be alcohol at this party?" Spike asked suggestively. He hadn't had a drip of liquor in far too long. Buffy had cut him off when she found him attending a hunt drunk. He sobered up, eventually, that night though. It wasn't his fault the bar was deserted and the drinks were just sitting there, pleading him to drink them.

"Spike---" She said in a warning voice to him. He couldn't be drunk when he was working, not again anyways. "We need to go. No drinking." Buffy told him as she grabbed her last minute things. He rolled his eyes and got up, sliding on his duster as he made his way to the door. Buffy wasn't far behind him