Title: And A Childe Shall Lead Them
Author: swords-n-spikes
Rating: PG-13, for now
Spoilers: Post- Hell's Bells
Pairings: Duh! B/S
Summary: Someone Spike knows, whom he hasn't seen in forever, comes to Sunnydale. Nothing good can come of it.
Disclaimer: BTVS is all Joss', but ya know what they say, "share & share alike."
Distribution: Cool! Just let me know where.
This is my first fanfic. Play nice please!
The sign read "Sunnydale." This looks like a nice place," a young, blonde woman said aloud, looking around in the darkness of night, trying to find a place to rest and eat. "The vibes from this place are bloody brilliant!" she exclaimed in her British accent as she continued to walk down the road. As she passed a cemetery, she stopped and turned around, hearing a loud noise coming from somewhere inside. As she got closer she recognized a familiar scent. Her lips curved upward as she recognized it. "Daddy! Bloody hell, it's been a long time." She continued to walk toward the sounds and smells, smiling the entire way.
As she rounded the corner, she saw a petite blonde shoving a stake into the heart of a vampire. As she pulled it out, the vamp dusted. She quickly brushed the dust off her clothes and staked two more vamps. The Brit watched as the slayer dusted the last vamp; she turned toward the Brits hiding place and called, "I know you're their vampire. Stop hiding and come out and fight!"
The blonde vamp came out, looking for the owner of the scent. Her eyes opened wide when she realized that it was coming from this Slayer.
"Haven't seen you around before. so let me introduce myself before you die, again. My name is Buffy."
"The vampire slayer," the vamp interrupted. "Yes, I saw you dust those weakling vampires. Not very impressive." She walked closer, keeping one eye on the stake in Buffy's hand and the other on the girl herself. "How rude of me," she said with a start, "I know who you are, but you don't know me. I'm Lexa and I really don' feel like killing you right now. I'm actually looking for someone, a vamp actually. Names Spike. You know him?" Lexa smiled, knowing full well just how aquatinted they were.
Buffy was startled by the smiling vamp. Why would she be looking for Spike? Spike! She did not want to think about him. Since the non-wedding Buffy had been thinking more and more about him, and that was definitely bad!
"Yeh, I know him," she sighed and started walking toward his crypt, wondering who this chick vamp was -and why the hell does she wanna see Spike?-she wondered, her mind involuntarily wondered to the bleached blond. She started smiling as she remembered how well she knew him. --Bad Buffy-- she said to herself, frowning. --Stop thinking about the bad blond with the sexy body and the big--. "Augh!" she cried aloud in frustration.
"What's wrong Buffy?" Lexa asked, smiling. "Trip?" Buffy glared at her and kept walking. --Whatever Spike's done to her is brilliant! Bloody brilliant! The first two slayers he killed he just drained them. But somehow this one's different, special, in need of something a bit more drastic-- Lexa looked Buffy over as they slowly walked further into the graveyard. She could see the power and spirit emulating off of the slayer. She could also see the different emotions playing around inside her head and heart. Brilliant, Spike, incredible! --But then, Daddy always did know what's best-- She could tell that this slayer couldn't just be killed; she needed to be brought down, humiliated. Lexa laughed to herself as she tried to figure out what Spike had in store for her.
Author: swords-n-spikes
Rating: PG-13, for now
Spoilers: Post- Hell's Bells
Pairings: Duh! B/S
Summary: Someone Spike knows, whom he hasn't seen in forever, comes to Sunnydale. Nothing good can come of it.
Disclaimer: BTVS is all Joss', but ya know what they say, "share & share alike."
Distribution: Cool! Just let me know where.
This is my first fanfic. Play nice please!
The sign read "Sunnydale." This looks like a nice place," a young, blonde woman said aloud, looking around in the darkness of night, trying to find a place to rest and eat. "The vibes from this place are bloody brilliant!" she exclaimed in her British accent as she continued to walk down the road. As she passed a cemetery, she stopped and turned around, hearing a loud noise coming from somewhere inside. As she got closer she recognized a familiar scent. Her lips curved upward as she recognized it. "Daddy! Bloody hell, it's been a long time." She continued to walk toward the sounds and smells, smiling the entire way.
As she rounded the corner, she saw a petite blonde shoving a stake into the heart of a vampire. As she pulled it out, the vamp dusted. She quickly brushed the dust off her clothes and staked two more vamps. The Brit watched as the slayer dusted the last vamp; she turned toward the Brits hiding place and called, "I know you're their vampire. Stop hiding and come out and fight!"
The blonde vamp came out, looking for the owner of the scent. Her eyes opened wide when she realized that it was coming from this Slayer.
"Haven't seen you around before. so let me introduce myself before you die, again. My name is Buffy."
"The vampire slayer," the vamp interrupted. "Yes, I saw you dust those weakling vampires. Not very impressive." She walked closer, keeping one eye on the stake in Buffy's hand and the other on the girl herself. "How rude of me," she said with a start, "I know who you are, but you don't know me. I'm Lexa and I really don' feel like killing you right now. I'm actually looking for someone, a vamp actually. Names Spike. You know him?" Lexa smiled, knowing full well just how aquatinted they were.
Buffy was startled by the smiling vamp. Why would she be looking for Spike? Spike! She did not want to think about him. Since the non-wedding Buffy had been thinking more and more about him, and that was definitely bad!
"Yeh, I know him," she sighed and started walking toward his crypt, wondering who this chick vamp was -and why the hell does she wanna see Spike?-she wondered, her mind involuntarily wondered to the bleached blond. She started smiling as she remembered how well she knew him. --Bad Buffy-- she said to herself, frowning. --Stop thinking about the bad blond with the sexy body and the big--. "Augh!" she cried aloud in frustration.
"What's wrong Buffy?" Lexa asked, smiling. "Trip?" Buffy glared at her and kept walking. --Whatever Spike's done to her is brilliant! Bloody brilliant! The first two slayers he killed he just drained them. But somehow this one's different, special, in need of something a bit more drastic-- Lexa looked Buffy over as they slowly walked further into the graveyard. She could see the power and spirit emulating off of the slayer. She could also see the different emotions playing around inside her head and heart. Brilliant, Spike, incredible! --But then, Daddy always did know what's best-- She could tell that this slayer couldn't just be killed; she needed to be brought down, humiliated. Lexa laughed to herself as she tried to figure out what Spike had in store for her.