{Hello! My name is Brittany and I don't care if I'm putting personal info
on my story. Nobody is going to read it except Trunks-Gal, so let me just
say that I don't give a damn. Tell me how much you hate it! I got this
story idea from watching the mummy saga. Please review and read strange
world or the mind if you love funny remixes of the original tales. This is
my way of bringing everyone to the light of the first slayer's origin, the
spiffy relationship, and where Buffy got her keen sense of leadership. Very
spiffy and very of my own diminishing talents. This is set before As You
Were, mainly because I hate that episode. This is my second fic and I have
yet to finish one. Thanks for letting me ramble and without further adieu,
here is What is Love?}
Spike was waiting for Buffy. Not that he expected her to come, but she had habits to show up when he least expected her to. But now he had learned so much about her, he could tell when she was about to surprise him with her wonderful appearance, and gracefully try to say she hated him before she passionately kissed him. Spike grinned at anticipation of her arrival. She was almost here, now at the door. The handle turned, and Spike slid off his sarcophagus, and grabbed the handle before it could drop with Buffy's leave. He pulled the door open and saw nothing. Spike frowned. This was the second strange thing to have happened to Buffy this week, and he was getting worried. He stood there, remembering the whispers he had heard the night before.
Flashback
Spike had just waken up from a wonderful night with Buffy. She was still in his arms, amazingly. Buffy's lips moved ever so slightly, as if talking in her sleep. The words got loud enough for Spike to hear them. "Reanna de unjna. Reanna de unjna." Spike thought Buffy had been dreaming about one of Willow's spells, and thought nothing more of it until Buffy's eyes snapped open and Buffy screamed, "IMANA DE RACONKIRIA!" Spike shouted at Buffy and she woke up, hissing at him to be quiet, for fear someone was looking for her.
"What the hell do mean 'be quiet'? You're the one screaming in you sleep spells and whatever else is happened in your head. Now, tell me what you were dreaming."
"I wasn't dreaming anything, think-you very much. Now if you don't mind not waking up the entire town about this, I have to go home. I've been out all night and Dawn is probably worried to death about where I am. At least I hope she is. Good-Bye." Without another word, Buffy got up and put on her clothes, grumbling about vampires with no manners for the sleeping. Spike tried to protest her leaving, but she cut him off. Spike sat worried all day and waited for Buffy to come.
End Flashback
Now here was when Buffy was supposed to be here, but she wasn't. Spike was having trouble deciding what to do about it, so he stepped over to the Magic Box to ask the rest of the gang.
{I know, crappy, short beginning. Please review. I'll write more as soon as I can. See ya!}
Spike was waiting for Buffy. Not that he expected her to come, but she had habits to show up when he least expected her to. But now he had learned so much about her, he could tell when she was about to surprise him with her wonderful appearance, and gracefully try to say she hated him before she passionately kissed him. Spike grinned at anticipation of her arrival. She was almost here, now at the door. The handle turned, and Spike slid off his sarcophagus, and grabbed the handle before it could drop with Buffy's leave. He pulled the door open and saw nothing. Spike frowned. This was the second strange thing to have happened to Buffy this week, and he was getting worried. He stood there, remembering the whispers he had heard the night before.
Flashback
Spike had just waken up from a wonderful night with Buffy. She was still in his arms, amazingly. Buffy's lips moved ever so slightly, as if talking in her sleep. The words got loud enough for Spike to hear them. "Reanna de unjna. Reanna de unjna." Spike thought Buffy had been dreaming about one of Willow's spells, and thought nothing more of it until Buffy's eyes snapped open and Buffy screamed, "IMANA DE RACONKIRIA!" Spike shouted at Buffy and she woke up, hissing at him to be quiet, for fear someone was looking for her.
"What the hell do mean 'be quiet'? You're the one screaming in you sleep spells and whatever else is happened in your head. Now, tell me what you were dreaming."
"I wasn't dreaming anything, think-you very much. Now if you don't mind not waking up the entire town about this, I have to go home. I've been out all night and Dawn is probably worried to death about where I am. At least I hope she is. Good-Bye." Without another word, Buffy got up and put on her clothes, grumbling about vampires with no manners for the sleeping. Spike tried to protest her leaving, but she cut him off. Spike sat worried all day and waited for Buffy to come.
End Flashback
Now here was when Buffy was supposed to be here, but she wasn't. Spike was having trouble deciding what to do about it, so he stepped over to the Magic Box to ask the rest of the gang.
{I know, crappy, short beginning. Please review. I'll write more as soon as I can. See ya!}