Rating PG-13 for stuff in chapters to come but may become R or NC-17 for
some spuffyness and some x/a and some w/t/o/and other plus
Disclaimer all hail the mighty Joss cuz he owns the characters not me. alsothis is mah 1st fan fic so try to be fair while critizing me.
Summary: spike=no chip no soul dru=chip *************Chapter one************** Buffy walked into the magic box. "Hi Dawn, I have to parol tonight and is it okay if you stay with Willow she said that she might take you to the bronze." At the mention of the bronze the teen's ears perked up while she was trying to ignore the muffled noises from downstairs."Will you really let me go?" "Sure" Bufy suddenly heard an odd noise and her face went white. "How long have they been down there?" guestering to the employees only sign on the door. "too long" Meanwhile... "Shhh I thought I heards something."Anya said standing up. *thump* "Ahn...we were just having some good fun and you stand up? Why I mean was it me?"Xander looks up at Anys from the floor. His eyes reflecting hurt and pain. She gave him a look of passion "Later lets get Dawn home first.."
Anya and ander just walked into the room she had a glint in her eye and sat down. Xander found his voice first."Hey buffy is there a new big bad?" "nope only Spike he's terrorizing people tonight" "How do you know..." "Hi Buffy"Anya suddenly perked up. Glancing towards the door. Buffy seemed to know what she wanted but didn't answer. "Hi Anya" Buffy turned to Dawn who was packing up her stuff. "Ahn's not feeling to well and she might close early."Xander said looking at his feet. Buffy glanced at him thankfully for not telling Dawn what they were really doing.
Back at the crypt.. "Dru the big bad's back and its time for some fun..."An evil grin spread across his fave unlike his usually sexy smilk. He drained the blood bag and walked over to Drusilla who was lying on the bed in her silk red dress. She scratched his cheek and drank some blood. "Angel my love," Spike tensed at the mention of Angel. 'Fuck Dru I'm not the bloody poof." She hissed and scratched his face again. "Angel my love is in for a suprise when he visits." Just then a pounding noise was heard. A bunch of men dressed in army attire broke down the door. They grabbed Dru stunned Spike and ran.
Later that night... The cemetary was dark not even a whisper was to be heard. She suddenly turned around and went towards a soft sobbing noise thinking a vamp was making a person cry for their life which was about to end. She stopped at a figure. His back was turned to her. His hair immuminated in the moonlight. His head tilted upwards. He seemed to not care that she was behind him. It was like he wanted to die. She stepped foward to stake him looking at his feet to see if they were moving. She thought he was going to double cross her but then she noticed he was shaking and a very small puddle forming at his feet. He turned to face her. Under his duster he was wearing a white t- shirt. *A very different look for him* His duster was the same. His cheek had a scratch wit blood on it almost closed up. His other cheek was tear stained. He wasn't the man she knew with the untouchable, and unbreakabe bad ass attitude and his sexy quipps. His spirit was seemingly broken even though there was a glint in his eye. Not the golden glint of danger and mystery like he had when they danced. Not the powerful almost mesmorizing shade of blue that made him who he was. But a misty gray glint of lost love and sorrow. They didn't tell timeless stories of danger, and mystery which were perilous and still saddening. They didn't reflect hatred or danger. They poured into her soul and showed hope among the mist of love and sorrow. She immediatley dropped the stake and he pulled another out of his duster pocket. He handed it to her and unbottened his duster dropping the leather that he loved more than anything in the world to the ground. On his white t-shirt there was a broken heart drawn on it right in front of his unbeating broken one itself. She couldn't bear herself to do it. Not like this she thought he has lived too long to give up this easy. She pocketed the stake and grabbed the duster and his hand and pulled him into the crypt that he called home...
Disclaimer all hail the mighty Joss cuz he owns the characters not me. alsothis is mah 1st fan fic so try to be fair while critizing me.
Summary: spike=no chip no soul dru=chip *************Chapter one************** Buffy walked into the magic box. "Hi Dawn, I have to parol tonight and is it okay if you stay with Willow she said that she might take you to the bronze." At the mention of the bronze the teen's ears perked up while she was trying to ignore the muffled noises from downstairs."Will you really let me go?" "Sure" Bufy suddenly heard an odd noise and her face went white. "How long have they been down there?" guestering to the employees only sign on the door. "too long" Meanwhile... "Shhh I thought I heards something."Anya said standing up. *thump* "Ahn...we were just having some good fun and you stand up? Why I mean was it me?"Xander looks up at Anys from the floor. His eyes reflecting hurt and pain. She gave him a look of passion "Later lets get Dawn home first.."
Anya and ander just walked into the room she had a glint in her eye and sat down. Xander found his voice first."Hey buffy is there a new big bad?" "nope only Spike he's terrorizing people tonight" "How do you know..." "Hi Buffy"Anya suddenly perked up. Glancing towards the door. Buffy seemed to know what she wanted but didn't answer. "Hi Anya" Buffy turned to Dawn who was packing up her stuff. "Ahn's not feeling to well and she might close early."Xander said looking at his feet. Buffy glanced at him thankfully for not telling Dawn what they were really doing.
Back at the crypt.. "Dru the big bad's back and its time for some fun..."An evil grin spread across his fave unlike his usually sexy smilk. He drained the blood bag and walked over to Drusilla who was lying on the bed in her silk red dress. She scratched his cheek and drank some blood. "Angel my love," Spike tensed at the mention of Angel. 'Fuck Dru I'm not the bloody poof." She hissed and scratched his face again. "Angel my love is in for a suprise when he visits." Just then a pounding noise was heard. A bunch of men dressed in army attire broke down the door. They grabbed Dru stunned Spike and ran.
Later that night... The cemetary was dark not even a whisper was to be heard. She suddenly turned around and went towards a soft sobbing noise thinking a vamp was making a person cry for their life which was about to end. She stopped at a figure. His back was turned to her. His hair immuminated in the moonlight. His head tilted upwards. He seemed to not care that she was behind him. It was like he wanted to die. She stepped foward to stake him looking at his feet to see if they were moving. She thought he was going to double cross her but then she noticed he was shaking and a very small puddle forming at his feet. He turned to face her. Under his duster he was wearing a white t- shirt. *A very different look for him* His duster was the same. His cheek had a scratch wit blood on it almost closed up. His other cheek was tear stained. He wasn't the man she knew with the untouchable, and unbreakabe bad ass attitude and his sexy quipps. His spirit was seemingly broken even though there was a glint in his eye. Not the golden glint of danger and mystery like he had when they danced. Not the powerful almost mesmorizing shade of blue that made him who he was. But a misty gray glint of lost love and sorrow. They didn't tell timeless stories of danger, and mystery which were perilous and still saddening. They didn't reflect hatred or danger. They poured into her soul and showed hope among the mist of love and sorrow. She immediatley dropped the stake and he pulled another out of his duster pocket. He handed it to her and unbottened his duster dropping the leather that he loved more than anything in the world to the ground. On his white t-shirt there was a broken heart drawn on it right in front of his unbeating broken one itself. She couldn't bear herself to do it. Not like this she thought he has lived too long to give up this easy. She pocketed the stake and grabbed the duster and his hand and pulled him into the crypt that he called home...