Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, Arianna, and the staggering drunk, of whom I'm very proud of, lol. Everything else belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and the WB. The song 'Motorbreath' belongs to Metallica and 'Thunder Struck' belongs to AC/DC. The phrase 'kick it up a notch' is Emeril's.
Finished: November 4, 2000
This story was written of how I think a vampire turning someone else would be like. I know that it's not what happens in Buffy's universe, but in my head it does. Not all of it makes sense but, hey, it's only my 2nd fic, be gentle.
~~ Chapter One ~~
I was glad to have that annoying chip deactivated. I don't know why I hadn't thought of it earlier though. All I had to do was hold a fist-sized magnet up to my head and the chip erased it's programming. Slay-em-Buffy or the rest of her little sheep didn't have a damn clue that it was useless. And I wanted to keep it that way for a while. One in a while I would go over to Giles' and would beg for some blood, pretending that I had no other source and they believed me.
I watched as she said goodbye to her friends and left The Bronze. She was wearing a tight red leather miniskirt and a black tank top. I felt compelled to talk to with this young vixen, only 16 years of age. I left a few seconds after her and as I stepped out of the Bronze I saw her walking down the street. I was only a few steps behind her and I could hear her heartbeat. She knew I was there because she picked up her pace. *Stupid little chit. Dressed like that she should know she's bound to attract attention.* I thought as I pulled a cigarette out of the package in my duster inside pocket and lit it silently. I could smell her virginity and I grinned wickedly. The only thing tastier than fearful blood was untouched blood. As the lighter sparked she jumped and turned around to face me. I looked at her hand where she gripped a bottle of pepper spray. Personally, I like the taste of that stuff...I adds spice to the meal.
"Stay away from me!" she said menacingly waving around the small can. I chuckled as I threw the cigarette butt onto the ground and stomped it out with my right boot.
"What do you want?" she asked. I could hear her heart pounding and it was music to my vampiric ears. Although she was frightened, I knew she was more than a little interested in me.
"Relax, ducks." I said. She watched my eyes as they moved all over her body. She shifted uncomfortably. "Don't worry, I'm not going to bite."
"I just want to go home," she said. "Leave me alone."
"I won't hurt you...in fact, I'll walk you home." I said smiling.
"It's fine, I can get home by myself." she said.
I stood there and crossed my arms in front of my chest. "Suit yourself. But it's not my fault if some big guy gets a hold of you."
She sized me up and relaxed a little. I'm not a big man, I admit. But I am strong. If I could fight Little Buff and survive, I could definitely take this girl down in five seconds or less. The little bird probably thought that one good kick from her three-inch heels would take care of any ill intentions...at least that's what most of my female victims tried. That's why women make such great victims...they think that it's a big surprise to us to get kicked in the crotch. Sure it hurts! It hurts like a bitch! But we always expect it, and only a few of us can prevent it. All I can say is that I learned very quickly.
She hesitated for a few seconds but finally accepted my offer. Although she still held the mace in her hand. If I caught her off guard, I could easily steal it from her grasp.
"So," I said, breaking the silence that I relished but that made her uncomfortable. I wanted to relax her nerves as much as possible, but still keep her pulse racing. I'm a sucker for great music...literally. "What's your name, Luv?"
"A-Arianna," she replied nervously. He took a deep silent breath that she assumed I could not hear. She was trying desperately to calm herself. It was adorable. "What's yours?"
"William," I said with pretend disgust. I actually liked my name, but I thought a mild fight would either relax her, or excite her. I was hoping for the latter.
"That's a nice name," she said. "At least it doesn't mean 'Holy'"
"It means 'Desire To Protect'." I replied.
"Well right now it seems fitting." she smirked. She was beginning to trust me...now I needed a real test.
Finally I got one. We'd only been walking for five minutes when a hopeless drunk staggered up to her and offered money for her services. For some reason this angered me. I pinned the guy up against a nearby building and looked him in the eyes. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and I was thankful that my lungs didn't require oxygen. "Hey," I said sharply, putting on my best heroic act without trying to act too much like the soulful pouf, Peaches. "Apologize to the lady and get out of my face."
The man grumbled his apology and I punched him out. "Wasn't good enough," I told her as we continued walking.
"Um, thanks, William." she said quietly.
"No problem," I said. "But please, call me Spike. Everybody else does."
"Spike?" she asked surprised. "Who gave you that name?"
I thought back to Angelus, Darla, Dru, and the countless Slayers and Watchers that had labeled me with that one. "Some old friends." I said smiling.
We continued talking and I learned more about her. What music she listened to, what kind of movies she liked, where she worked...that sort of dreary stuff. My favorite story was that she had caught her last boyfriend, Tom, in bed with her older sister and dumped him a few days ago. She had told him at the beginning of their relationship that she wanted to wait to have sex until she truly loved him. And like a pig, he had gone to her own sister and shagged her. So she saved up money and moved out of her house. I didn't know why she was telling me all this, but I figured that was why she was dressed like that and was scared of me at first, yet still interested. She wanted attention. She wanted revenge.
Finished: November 4, 2000
This story was written of how I think a vampire turning someone else would be like. I know that it's not what happens in Buffy's universe, but in my head it does. Not all of it makes sense but, hey, it's only my 2nd fic, be gentle.
~~ Chapter One ~~
I was glad to have that annoying chip deactivated. I don't know why I hadn't thought of it earlier though. All I had to do was hold a fist-sized magnet up to my head and the chip erased it's programming. Slay-em-Buffy or the rest of her little sheep didn't have a damn clue that it was useless. And I wanted to keep it that way for a while. One in a while I would go over to Giles' and would beg for some blood, pretending that I had no other source and they believed me.
I watched as she said goodbye to her friends and left The Bronze. She was wearing a tight red leather miniskirt and a black tank top. I felt compelled to talk to with this young vixen, only 16 years of age. I left a few seconds after her and as I stepped out of the Bronze I saw her walking down the street. I was only a few steps behind her and I could hear her heartbeat. She knew I was there because she picked up her pace. *Stupid little chit. Dressed like that she should know she's bound to attract attention.* I thought as I pulled a cigarette out of the package in my duster inside pocket and lit it silently. I could smell her virginity and I grinned wickedly. The only thing tastier than fearful blood was untouched blood. As the lighter sparked she jumped and turned around to face me. I looked at her hand where she gripped a bottle of pepper spray. Personally, I like the taste of that stuff...I adds spice to the meal.
"Stay away from me!" she said menacingly waving around the small can. I chuckled as I threw the cigarette butt onto the ground and stomped it out with my right boot.
"What do you want?" she asked. I could hear her heart pounding and it was music to my vampiric ears. Although she was frightened, I knew she was more than a little interested in me.
"Relax, ducks." I said. She watched my eyes as they moved all over her body. She shifted uncomfortably. "Don't worry, I'm not going to bite."
"I just want to go home," she said. "Leave me alone."
"I won't hurt you...in fact, I'll walk you home." I said smiling.
"It's fine, I can get home by myself." she said.
I stood there and crossed my arms in front of my chest. "Suit yourself. But it's not my fault if some big guy gets a hold of you."
She sized me up and relaxed a little. I'm not a big man, I admit. But I am strong. If I could fight Little Buff and survive, I could definitely take this girl down in five seconds or less. The little bird probably thought that one good kick from her three-inch heels would take care of any ill intentions...at least that's what most of my female victims tried. That's why women make such great victims...they think that it's a big surprise to us to get kicked in the crotch. Sure it hurts! It hurts like a bitch! But we always expect it, and only a few of us can prevent it. All I can say is that I learned very quickly.
She hesitated for a few seconds but finally accepted my offer. Although she still held the mace in her hand. If I caught her off guard, I could easily steal it from her grasp.
"So," I said, breaking the silence that I relished but that made her uncomfortable. I wanted to relax her nerves as much as possible, but still keep her pulse racing. I'm a sucker for great music...literally. "What's your name, Luv?"
"A-Arianna," she replied nervously. He took a deep silent breath that she assumed I could not hear. She was trying desperately to calm herself. It was adorable. "What's yours?"
"William," I said with pretend disgust. I actually liked my name, but I thought a mild fight would either relax her, or excite her. I was hoping for the latter.
"That's a nice name," she said. "At least it doesn't mean 'Holy'"
"It means 'Desire To Protect'." I replied.
"Well right now it seems fitting." she smirked. She was beginning to trust me...now I needed a real test.
Finally I got one. We'd only been walking for five minutes when a hopeless drunk staggered up to her and offered money for her services. For some reason this angered me. I pinned the guy up against a nearby building and looked him in the eyes. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and I was thankful that my lungs didn't require oxygen. "Hey," I said sharply, putting on my best heroic act without trying to act too much like the soulful pouf, Peaches. "Apologize to the lady and get out of my face."
The man grumbled his apology and I punched him out. "Wasn't good enough," I told her as we continued walking.
"Um, thanks, William." she said quietly.
"No problem," I said. "But please, call me Spike. Everybody else does."
"Spike?" she asked surprised. "Who gave you that name?"
I thought back to Angelus, Darla, Dru, and the countless Slayers and Watchers that had labeled me with that one. "Some old friends." I said smiling.
We continued talking and I learned more about her. What music she listened to, what kind of movies she liked, where she worked...that sort of dreary stuff. My favorite story was that she had caught her last boyfriend, Tom, in bed with her older sister and dumped him a few days ago. She had told him at the beginning of their relationship that she wanted to wait to have sex until she truly loved him. And like a pig, he had gone to her own sister and shagged her. So she saved up money and moved out of her house. I didn't know why she was telling me all this, but I figured that was why she was dressed like that and was scared of me at first, yet still interested. She wanted attention. She wanted revenge.