A/N: I was watching the rerun of "Halloween" on FX and I was wondering, at the end, what if Giles hadn't smashed the statue in time and then Spike had turned her? So, I wrote this fic. ^_^ Review please!
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone, but I still desperately wish I owned Angel. ^^
Time Frame: At the end of "Halloween", season 2 Buffy.
Possible Spoilers: I hope nothing will be spoiled. Basically, "Halloween" if you haven't seen it, but since that was 4 seasons ago, I'm going to assume that everyone knows what happened and/or doesn't care about being spoiled.
Distribution: Take it if you want it, but you have to e-mail me (buffy_angelus13@hotmail.com) to tell me where it's going.
"Look at you. Shaking. Terrified. Alone. Lost little lamb," Spike taunted Buffy. Though it wasn't really Buffy, it was a scared, confused girl from centuries before.
Buffy backed up against a crate and couldn't go any further. Spike slapped her across the face with the back of his hand.
"I love it," Spike said.
Angel tried to free himself from the two monsters holding him.
"Buffy!" he shouted, trying to get to her. He had to get her, she couldn't die like this.
Spike put his left hand around her throat and bent her backward onto the crate. He stroked her forehead with his right hand. Xander struggled with his two captors. Spike grabbed Buffy's hair and closed in for the bite.
"Now, tell me how to stop the spell," Giles said to Ethan for the twentieth time it seemed.
"Janus. Break its statue," Ethan gasped.
Giles grabbed the statue and lifted it over his head to smash it.
Spike leaned closer and closer.
"I'm really going to enjoy this," he whispered, his fangs edging closer and closer.
"Help!" Buffy yelled. "Someone please, help me!" Angel punched one of the vampires, sending it flying. Spike, seeing Angel, finished his task. He sunk his teeth into Buffy's warm skin. The blood flowed through him, revitalizing him. Energizing his every motion and movement. Buffy gasped and tried to break free. Spike pulled away and stroked her face.
"Don't worry, Slayer. I'm not here to kill you." He moved his finger to his fang and pressed up. The fang made a nice wound and some blood trickled out. Spike forced his finger into her mouth and unconsciously, unknowingly, she began to drink.
Giles slammed the statue onto the ground, pieces flying everywhere.
Buffy leaped up, now rejuvenated. She punched Spike in the face and kicked him. He crashed to the wall.
"Angel, Willow, you guys," Buffy said to the four, "Let's go before he wakes up." She calmly walked out of the warehouse, the others unknowing of what had just been done.
"Buffy, are you ok?" Angel asked, touching the bite marks on her neck. The gang hadn't wanted to go home, so they all headed to the Bronze.
"Of course I am," Buffy said, smiling almost… darkly. Angel shook his head, trying to shake out the thought. Of course she wasn't smiling darkly, she was Buffy. All happiness, most of the time, no dark edginess. "Why do you ask?"
"You just seem… different," Angel said, shrugging. "It's nothing." Buffy pouted.
"You don't like this different?" she asked sadly.
"I'll always love whoever you are," Angel said quickly. "I just wanted to make sure you were all right."
Buffy smiled sexily and began to back up to the dance floor, her hands in his.
"Dance with me."
"You let the Slayer get away?" Drusilla asked Spike, sulking. "You know how much I wanted her!"
"Don't worry, Dru," Spike said, a grin appearing on his face. "She'll be back. She's no longer herself. She's one of us." Drusilla smiled happily and kissed Spike.
"My Spike," she murmured. "You always come through for me."