Title: Invisi-Spike
Author: Jessica Charlotte
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Buffy The Vampire Slayer's, or Angel's characters. They belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant enemy. I do however, claim full responsibility for the events in this story.
Summary: What might happen if Spike were to be invisible? What would he do? Where would he go? Spike's POV.
Feedback appreciated!
AN: Okay, so this is just something that is set around the time when Buffy and Spike are still goin at it and the troikia are still in business. They fix the gun and use it on Spike.
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I turned onto the street and glanced cautiously around to see if anyone was following me. There was no one. I smirked to myself and walked up to the basement doors. I pulled them open and walked down the steps, my duster billowing out behind me. "'Ello, 'ello! Chip check-up here! Is anyone bloody home?"
"Yeah, yeah yeah," said who I remembered as Jonathon climbing out of a chair. He motioned for me to lie on their examining table. "Warren will be here in a sec, hold your horses." Sure enough, the bloody wanker Warren walked into the basement.
"'Bout bloody time!" I muttered under my breath. "Ya gonna check the chip or what?"
"Yeah, sure, give me a sec." Something about the way he said that sent chills down my spine. I lied there, twiddling my thumbs. I became impatient and sat up.
"What the bloody hell is taking you wankers' so long!" I found a frightening looking gun pointed at my chest. "Bugger!" I groan. Warren pushed a trigger and a beam of light hit me in the chest. After a couple seconds I yell, "What the bloody hell did you do to me you soddin' git?"
"You're invisible," a small blond guy said.
"I'm what? You mean like Buffy was?"
"No, no. You won't fade like she would've. When you want to be returned to your visible self, just come back here, we'll work something out. But why don't you enjoy yourself while you can. You might find it very lovely." Warren said with a wicked smile.
"Fine," I growled. "But if anything happens to me, you will feel wrath!" I stormed out into the night.
I walked up Buffy's front lawn. I peered through the window and saw that the living room was empty. Quietly, I slipped inside and crept up the stairs. The door to Buffy's room was opened, so I waltzed right in. *Hmm,* I thought to myself. *What should I do while I'm alone in Buffy's room?* A smirk spread across my face as I crossed over to her night table. I pulled open the drawer and looked through her stuff. I lifted her diary out and opened it. I flipped through the pages scanning them to see if she wrote anything interesting. *Ah, here we go,* I thought as I started to read.
March 1st,
I slept with Spike YET AGAIN! I can't believe myself. I keep going back and it's wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong! I don't deserve this.
*Jesus bloody Christ,* I thought angrily. *All she can even write about is how she's above me. God damnitt!*
I don't deserve him. I treat him like shit, he deserves better. Don't know what he even sees in me. He makes me feel. Goddamn him! If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have to feel. Could just lock myself up again, be a walking corpse. That's all I am anyways, right? But I have to end this thing with me and Spike. If we go on much longer, I may actually fall for his undead ass. And if that happens, everyone knows what will come next. He'll leave me, maybe not on purpose, but he will. Something will happen, I'm sure of it. Maybe he'll get staked, or just plain leave. I don't know. But I can't go through that again.
A huge grin spread across my face, *Knew she didn't hate me.* The front door opened, *Buffy.* I stuffed the diary back in her drawer and closed it.
Author: Jessica Charlotte
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Buffy The Vampire Slayer's, or Angel's characters. They belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant enemy. I do however, claim full responsibility for the events in this story.
Summary: What might happen if Spike were to be invisible? What would he do? Where would he go? Spike's POV.
Feedback appreciated!
AN: Okay, so this is just something that is set around the time when Buffy and Spike are still goin at it and the troikia are still in business. They fix the gun and use it on Spike.
***************************************************
I turned onto the street and glanced cautiously around to see if anyone was following me. There was no one. I smirked to myself and walked up to the basement doors. I pulled them open and walked down the steps, my duster billowing out behind me. "'Ello, 'ello! Chip check-up here! Is anyone bloody home?"
"Yeah, yeah yeah," said who I remembered as Jonathon climbing out of a chair. He motioned for me to lie on their examining table. "Warren will be here in a sec, hold your horses." Sure enough, the bloody wanker Warren walked into the basement.
"'Bout bloody time!" I muttered under my breath. "Ya gonna check the chip or what?"
"Yeah, sure, give me a sec." Something about the way he said that sent chills down my spine. I lied there, twiddling my thumbs. I became impatient and sat up.
"What the bloody hell is taking you wankers' so long!" I found a frightening looking gun pointed at my chest. "Bugger!" I groan. Warren pushed a trigger and a beam of light hit me in the chest. After a couple seconds I yell, "What the bloody hell did you do to me you soddin' git?"
"You're invisible," a small blond guy said.
"I'm what? You mean like Buffy was?"
"No, no. You won't fade like she would've. When you want to be returned to your visible self, just come back here, we'll work something out. But why don't you enjoy yourself while you can. You might find it very lovely." Warren said with a wicked smile.
"Fine," I growled. "But if anything happens to me, you will feel wrath!" I stormed out into the night.
I walked up Buffy's front lawn. I peered through the window and saw that the living room was empty. Quietly, I slipped inside and crept up the stairs. The door to Buffy's room was opened, so I waltzed right in. *Hmm,* I thought to myself. *What should I do while I'm alone in Buffy's room?* A smirk spread across my face as I crossed over to her night table. I pulled open the drawer and looked through her stuff. I lifted her diary out and opened it. I flipped through the pages scanning them to see if she wrote anything interesting. *Ah, here we go,* I thought as I started to read.
March 1st,
I slept with Spike YET AGAIN! I can't believe myself. I keep going back and it's wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong! I don't deserve this.
*Jesus bloody Christ,* I thought angrily. *All she can even write about is how she's above me. God damnitt!*
I don't deserve him. I treat him like shit, he deserves better. Don't know what he even sees in me. He makes me feel. Goddamn him! If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have to feel. Could just lock myself up again, be a walking corpse. That's all I am anyways, right? But I have to end this thing with me and Spike. If we go on much longer, I may actually fall for his undead ass. And if that happens, everyone knows what will come next. He'll leave me, maybe not on purpose, but he will. Something will happen, I'm sure of it. Maybe he'll get staked, or just plain leave. I don't know. But I can't go through that again.
A huge grin spread across my face, *Knew she didn't hate me.* The front door opened, *Buffy.* I stuffed the diary back in her drawer and closed it.