Bite
Written By: Ren
Disclaimor: No I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or anyone for that matter. Although, I
wouldn't mind having Spike chained to my shower every day, insted of just every alternate Tuesdays.
Distribution: Only if you like it. But warn me first.
Summary: Buffy and Spike have a conversation. Beginning of fifth season, right after Dracula Vs.
Buffy.
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Buffy walked causiously through the graveyard, cluching the stake hidden in her sleave like a
security blanket. Keeping her senses on alert, she glanced around, before sitting down on a
grave marker. She sighed inhaling the chilly california air. Cocking her head to the sighed, she
tried to sense a vampire, any vampire at all. There it was, the little tingling on the back of
her neck, one was close. She stood up, and spun around.
"Oh it's only you," Buffy said, disapointed.
"Oh, is that how you greet me now? I'm still evil, and dangerous now," Spike replied, hurt by
her reaction of him.
"Said the one who eats Weetibix," the blond said sarcasticly.
"Shut up," he said, suddenly alarmed.
"What?"
Spike quickly stalked over, and grabbed her by the shoulders. Buffy stared up at him, surprised.
Spike pulled her long hair away from her neck, revieling what he suspected.
"Just as I thought," he commented upon seeing the fresh bite marks on the same side of her neck
as the others, "You might wanta call Peaches and tell im' fore' you see im'. Or he might be a
bit pissed."
"Huh?" Buffy asked, confused.
"Well luv," the bleached blond started, "When you're bit by a baddie, other vamps can sense it.
When you were bit by the master, prolly' drove Angelus crazy for days, til' he got used to it."
"They can?" Buffy questioned.
"Yeah pet, when I firs' got back to good ol' SunnyD, I could sense Peaches on ya. Just didn't
say nothin'. But I'll tell ya' to be really alert for the next month or so. It'll draw us to ya
like ants to sugar."
He turned around and pulled out a cigarette. "Behind you."
"What? Oof!" Buffy ran together, as she was pushed to the ground. She rolled overto beon her
back, then kicked up her legs, pulling herself to her feet. Pulling a stake out of thin air, she
quickly had the offending vampire dusted. The blond girl sighed, and put the stake back where it
came from. Turning around, expecting to see the familiar bleached blond vamp, she didn't.
Glancing around, and sensing no one Buffy turned around and resumed slaying.
"Thanks Spike." she whispered to the wind, walking off.
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R+R please!!
Written By: Ren
Disclaimor: No I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or anyone for that matter. Although, I
wouldn't mind having Spike chained to my shower every day, insted of just every alternate Tuesdays.
Distribution: Only if you like it. But warn me first.
Summary: Buffy and Spike have a conversation. Beginning of fifth season, right after Dracula Vs.
Buffy.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Buffy walked causiously through the graveyard, cluching the stake hidden in her sleave like a
security blanket. Keeping her senses on alert, she glanced around, before sitting down on a
grave marker. She sighed inhaling the chilly california air. Cocking her head to the sighed, she
tried to sense a vampire, any vampire at all. There it was, the little tingling on the back of
her neck, one was close. She stood up, and spun around.
"Oh it's only you," Buffy said, disapointed.
"Oh, is that how you greet me now? I'm still evil, and dangerous now," Spike replied, hurt by
her reaction of him.
"Said the one who eats Weetibix," the blond said sarcasticly.
"Shut up," he said, suddenly alarmed.
"What?"
Spike quickly stalked over, and grabbed her by the shoulders. Buffy stared up at him, surprised.
Spike pulled her long hair away from her neck, revieling what he suspected.
"Just as I thought," he commented upon seeing the fresh bite marks on the same side of her neck
as the others, "You might wanta call Peaches and tell im' fore' you see im'. Or he might be a
bit pissed."
"Huh?" Buffy asked, confused.
"Well luv," the bleached blond started, "When you're bit by a baddie, other vamps can sense it.
When you were bit by the master, prolly' drove Angelus crazy for days, til' he got used to it."
"They can?" Buffy questioned.
"Yeah pet, when I firs' got back to good ol' SunnyD, I could sense Peaches on ya. Just didn't
say nothin'. But I'll tell ya' to be really alert for the next month or so. It'll draw us to ya
like ants to sugar."
He turned around and pulled out a cigarette. "Behind you."
"What? Oof!" Buffy ran together, as she was pushed to the ground. She rolled overto beon her
back, then kicked up her legs, pulling herself to her feet. Pulling a stake out of thin air, she
quickly had the offending vampire dusted. The blond girl sighed, and put the stake back where it
came from. Turning around, expecting to see the familiar bleached blond vamp, she didn't.
Glancing around, and sensing no one Buffy turned around and resumed slaying.
"Thanks Spike." she whispered to the wind, walking off.
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R+R please!!