Disclaimer: I, sadly, own not one thing I write about. Maybe an occasional character here and there, but in this story? Nada.
Distribution: Yerp, you may distribute it, if you wish, but I must be notified first, or that is plagiarism...or something. Whatever, you get it. ;p
Spoilers: None, I don't think. Im not big on the spoilers.
A/N: Well, first off, AU story. Second, Spike is a big, bad, vamp. Third, AngelLos Angeles. You know there's gonna be some B/A smut somewhere, right? That's what I live for! Oh, and some Spike ass kicking. Spike's gonna get payback. ;
Rating: R, to be safe. Lots and lots of things the little ones shouldn't be reading...so shoo!
Another A/N: Remember that episode in Season 3 called "The Wish"? Well, there was a sequence there, I couldn't pass up, and that's all the summary you all are getting for now.
PROLOGUE
Everything was black, and her neck; sore as a son of a bitca. When her eyes opened, they were blurry, and god, did it hurt to even try and sit up. Her eyes fluttered open and closed; she couldn't see clearly. A pained moan came from her as her hand came up to rub her neck.
She was bleeding.
Her eyes shot open and she looked at her hand, to see the blood dripping slowly down.
Oh, God. What do I do? I was bitten and I don't remember it. Where am I? Oh, God.
Sitting up as slowly as she could without hurting herself, she scanned the area. Her eyes rested on a body that was sitting on a headstone across from her.
Spike.
"You're mine now. I'll do what I want with you."
"No. I'll never be yours, no matter what. Get it out of your head."
She went to stand, but he pounced on her, pushing her down onto the grass around them. He held her down, still being able to overpower her.
"I turned you. Do as I say, Childe."
He licked the bite marks on her neck, gingerly wiping away the blood that began cascading down her neck again.
Yeah, he can keep dreaming, I'll never be his–turned me?! Wait! That means Im a...Im..dead.
Spike laughed when realization hit her. She didn't remember the fight, or the biting, or the drinking, or the part when he gazed at and touched her when she was unconscious. Yes, others had wanted the privilege of doing what Spike had done, but now, it was an impossible feat. He had succeeded and the others had failed. He was a superior demon now; no one dare defy him. Not even his childe;
Buffy Summers.