Title: Twisted Perspectives
Chapter: 1/?
Author: SpikesPet
E-mail: spikes_pet@ameritech.net
Author Archive: http://spikespet.tvheaven.com
Feedback: Fuels the writing machine.
Distribution: No big…just let me know where.
Notes: Many thanks to my betas: Mezz, Snow White, and Wisconsin Square. A nod to
all those who gave this story the once over…you all know who you are.
Notes2: I don't know exactly how much of this story will be able to be posted to this site.
It all depends on the turns the story takes. Should the rating go above what is
allowed…contact me and I'll tell you how to receive updates.
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"Willow, you're using too much magic. It's gone beyond dangerous. Y-you could hurt
somebody," Tara said, her eyes full of concern.
"You don't understand. It…it's not going to hurt anyone. I can't just stop. I
need…well, they need me. Magic is what I'm good at. I use it to help Buffy."
"You've gone beyond just helping. You're using it for other stuff…stuff that magic isn't
for."
"That was just for fun," Willow replied before realizing what she said. "You just don't
understand. If you were in my place maybe you could understand."
"Can we not do this now? I'm tired." Tara turned her back to her lover and got into bed.
Willow started to get in but, paused. She turned and left the room, surreptitiously
grabbing a satchel on her way out.
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Spike set his pool cue aside when he noticed the petite blonde sitting at the bar. He
shoved his arms back into his duster, grabbed his drink, and sauntered over to her.
Taking a deep, unnecessary breath, he nonchalantly leaned on the bar next to Buffy.
"What do you want, Spike?" she asked thoroughly annoyed.
"Just to talk 'sall," he said, eyes full of hope.
"Didn't your mommy ever teach you not to cavort with slayers?"
"Very funny, pet."
"You just don't get it, do you? We," she wiggled her finger between the two of them,
"have nothing to talk about. Why don't you just go home? Quit with the lurking…get a
life or whatever." Buffy shifted so she was facing the bar, effectively ending the
conversation. Or so she hoped.
Spike leaned close enough that his lips brushed her ear and whispered, "You can fool
your mates and maybe even yourself…but you couldn't fool your soldier boy and you'll
never fool me."
Buffy shuddered at the sensations caused by his proximity to one of her most sensitive
areas. She silently cursed her body for responding at all. After second to regain her
composure, she turned to chastise the irksome vampire. She only caught a glimpse of the
telltale duster as it flared out behind him.
She sat for a moment considering her options. She knew she should just let the subject
drop. 'He's finally leaving and that's of the good,' she thought. 'I should just let him
go…but…" Letting her frustration take over, Buffy jumped out of her chair and stormed
out of the Bronze after him.
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Willow snuck into the bathroom. Digging through her satchel, she pulled out a candle
and some matches. She lit the candle and began to speak in a hushed tone.
"These words will travel through the minds
Of stubborn hearts and unbind,
The innermost desires be revealed,
Open minds and feelings unsealed,
As I desire,
So shall it be."
She sprinkled some powder over the candle. Spell completed, she blew out the candle
and cleaned up the mess.
'Empathy spell…hmmm…should have thought of this earlier. If it works with Tara
maybe I can do something like this to get Giles off my back,' she thought with a self-
congratulatory grin.
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Despite the hoards of people in the way, Buffy managed to catch up to Spike fairly
quickly.
Spike sensed her following but ignored her. He paused briefly to light a cigarette and
then continued towards the crypt.
'Damnit! He knows I'm behind him. Well, if he won't acknowledge me…I'll make
him,' she fumed. Buffy lunged knocking Spike sideways, into a brick wall.
Suddenly, the air grew thick. A brisk wind swirled around them causing Spike's duster
to flutter in the wind. Had anyone been witness, they would have seen sparks showing in
each of their eyes. As quickly as it all started, it was over.
Spike looked at Buffy, blue eyes clouded in a mix of emotion. Buffy looked deeply into
his eyes and felt her heart beat faster. One question ran through both their minds. 'What
the hell?'
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Willow walked back into the bedroom and cautiously eyed Tara. Tara wordlessly
watched her. Willow walked around to her side of the bed and got in. She rolled on her
side facing her lover. Tara sighed and rolled facing away.
'I don't get it. It had to work,' Willow wondered to herself. 'Well, she's still mad. I
guess it didn't.' Willow ran through a mental checklist trying to figure what had gone
wrong. 'Nothing. I did everything right…I guess that spell just didn't work.'
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Spike pulled himself to his full height. Buffy was still standing in front of him giving
him a strange look.
"What…what happened just now?" he asked.
"I dunno. Are you alright?"
"Bloody hell. You smashed me into a brick wall…I'm going home…you should do the
same," he snapped at her.
"Spike, I'm sorry," she said softly. 'Sorry…sorry? Since when do I…' she ranted in her
head.
"Whatever slayer. Just go home, ok?" Spike said, annoyed.
"Yeah, home…home would be of the good," Buffy said more to herself than him. She
turned on her heel and fled without looking back.
'What was that? I do not apologize to vampires…especially sexy, bleach blonde ones.
Oh god, I didn't just think of Spike as sexy. Irritating, bane of my existence, but not
sexy' Buffy looked around as if her thoughts could be heard by passers-by. 'Paranoid
much?' she asked herself. Once her house was in sight, she sprinted for the door.
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Spike watched Buffy leave, wondering if he should follow and demand an explanation
for her strange behavior. "Bugger that," he said to himself. He fished a cigarette out of
his pocket and lit it. Shaking his head, he headed home.
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To be continued....
Chapter: 1/?
Author: SpikesPet
E-mail: spikes_pet@ameritech.net
Author Archive: http://spikespet.tvheaven.com
Feedback: Fuels the writing machine.
Distribution: No big…just let me know where.
Notes: Many thanks to my betas: Mezz, Snow White, and Wisconsin Square. A nod to
all those who gave this story the once over…you all know who you are.
Notes2: I don't know exactly how much of this story will be able to be posted to this site.
It all depends on the turns the story takes. Should the rating go above what is
allowed…contact me and I'll tell you how to receive updates.
*******************************************************************
"Willow, you're using too much magic. It's gone beyond dangerous. Y-you could hurt
somebody," Tara said, her eyes full of concern.
"You don't understand. It…it's not going to hurt anyone. I can't just stop. I
need…well, they need me. Magic is what I'm good at. I use it to help Buffy."
"You've gone beyond just helping. You're using it for other stuff…stuff that magic isn't
for."
"That was just for fun," Willow replied before realizing what she said. "You just don't
understand. If you were in my place maybe you could understand."
"Can we not do this now? I'm tired." Tara turned her back to her lover and got into bed.
Willow started to get in but, paused. She turned and left the room, surreptitiously
grabbing a satchel on her way out.
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Spike set his pool cue aside when he noticed the petite blonde sitting at the bar. He
shoved his arms back into his duster, grabbed his drink, and sauntered over to her.
Taking a deep, unnecessary breath, he nonchalantly leaned on the bar next to Buffy.
"What do you want, Spike?" she asked thoroughly annoyed.
"Just to talk 'sall," he said, eyes full of hope.
"Didn't your mommy ever teach you not to cavort with slayers?"
"Very funny, pet."
"You just don't get it, do you? We," she wiggled her finger between the two of them,
"have nothing to talk about. Why don't you just go home? Quit with the lurking…get a
life or whatever." Buffy shifted so she was facing the bar, effectively ending the
conversation. Or so she hoped.
Spike leaned close enough that his lips brushed her ear and whispered, "You can fool
your mates and maybe even yourself…but you couldn't fool your soldier boy and you'll
never fool me."
Buffy shuddered at the sensations caused by his proximity to one of her most sensitive
areas. She silently cursed her body for responding at all. After second to regain her
composure, she turned to chastise the irksome vampire. She only caught a glimpse of the
telltale duster as it flared out behind him.
She sat for a moment considering her options. She knew she should just let the subject
drop. 'He's finally leaving and that's of the good,' she thought. 'I should just let him
go…but…" Letting her frustration take over, Buffy jumped out of her chair and stormed
out of the Bronze after him.
******************************************************************
Willow snuck into the bathroom. Digging through her satchel, she pulled out a candle
and some matches. She lit the candle and began to speak in a hushed tone.
"These words will travel through the minds
Of stubborn hearts and unbind,
The innermost desires be revealed,
Open minds and feelings unsealed,
As I desire,
So shall it be."
She sprinkled some powder over the candle. Spell completed, she blew out the candle
and cleaned up the mess.
'Empathy spell…hmmm…should have thought of this earlier. If it works with Tara
maybe I can do something like this to get Giles off my back,' she thought with a self-
congratulatory grin.
*****************************************************************
Despite the hoards of people in the way, Buffy managed to catch up to Spike fairly
quickly.
Spike sensed her following but ignored her. He paused briefly to light a cigarette and
then continued towards the crypt.
'Damnit! He knows I'm behind him. Well, if he won't acknowledge me…I'll make
him,' she fumed. Buffy lunged knocking Spike sideways, into a brick wall.
Suddenly, the air grew thick. A brisk wind swirled around them causing Spike's duster
to flutter in the wind. Had anyone been witness, they would have seen sparks showing in
each of their eyes. As quickly as it all started, it was over.
Spike looked at Buffy, blue eyes clouded in a mix of emotion. Buffy looked deeply into
his eyes and felt her heart beat faster. One question ran through both their minds. 'What
the hell?'
******************************************************************
Willow walked back into the bedroom and cautiously eyed Tara. Tara wordlessly
watched her. Willow walked around to her side of the bed and got in. She rolled on her
side facing her lover. Tara sighed and rolled facing away.
'I don't get it. It had to work,' Willow wondered to herself. 'Well, she's still mad. I
guess it didn't.' Willow ran through a mental checklist trying to figure what had gone
wrong. 'Nothing. I did everything right…I guess that spell just didn't work.'
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Spike pulled himself to his full height. Buffy was still standing in front of him giving
him a strange look.
"What…what happened just now?" he asked.
"I dunno. Are you alright?"
"Bloody hell. You smashed me into a brick wall…I'm going home…you should do the
same," he snapped at her.
"Spike, I'm sorry," she said softly. 'Sorry…sorry? Since when do I…' she ranted in her
head.
"Whatever slayer. Just go home, ok?" Spike said, annoyed.
"Yeah, home…home would be of the good," Buffy said more to herself than him. She
turned on her heel and fled without looking back.
'What was that? I do not apologize to vampires…especially sexy, bleach blonde ones.
Oh god, I didn't just think of Spike as sexy. Irritating, bane of my existence, but not
sexy' Buffy looked around as if her thoughts could be heard by passers-by. 'Paranoid
much?' she asked herself. Once her house was in sight, she sprinted for the door.
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Spike watched Buffy leave, wondering if he should follow and demand an explanation
for her strange behavior. "Bugger that," he said to himself. He fished a cigarette out of
his pocket and lit it. Shaking his head, he headed home.
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To be continued....