Title: Les Enfants
Author: Danielle
E-mail: PrincessCashew@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Just to be safe I'll say all through to "Wrecked"
Summary: Spike finds his evening interrupted by something out of the ordinary.
Notes: This takes place after "Wrecked" but Buffy and Spike have started to deal with their issues.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, UPN, and whoever has rights to these people in court. Do not sue me, I'm poor anyway.
Feedback: I would love it so much if you sent me some!
Distribution: Whoever wants it can have it, just e-mail me first so I can come and visit. It will be on my site
"You'd think in a bleeding cemetery you could get some quiet." Something outside was crying. Something small. Something young. Something human.
Spike ran his black fingernails through his hair. Passions only had started five minutes ago and Sheridan -was just beginning to remember Luis. Stupid blasted humans!
He slammed the door to his crypt open and it seemed to move under its own accord. He saw the thing that was making the entire racket, a little girl. Her brown hair was in pigtails and her tears were dripping over the front of her pink dress. There was this little basket type thing next to her feet. "Shhhh. Luv, what are you doing out here all by yourself at night?"
He walked closer to her, and she slowly began to back away from him. "Don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me"
"I won't hurt you. Why are you crying?" The girl's head whipped around and she screamed as a scabby demon lumbered out from behind a mausoleum. "Answers my question. Get inside. Wait there for me." She wasn't moving. "Come on, go." She finally ran towards the entryway and he kicked the door shut behind her.
She'd left the basket. Apparently that was what the creatures were looking for because they headed right towards it. "Oh no you don't." Spike kicked it in the face and laughed at the sound of its jaw shattering. Purple ooze began to drip from between its razor-like teeth and it coated the black scales of its misshapen chin. It growled.
It took a swipe at him, but the vampire leaped over his slow moving arm and avoided its four claws. On the way down he grabbed the horns sticking out from the side of its head and twisted. The cranium fell off in his hands and the demon's body completely dissolved into the purple goo.
Whatever the creature wanted had started to move inside its blankets. It was human too. Spike moved aside the coverings of what on closer inspection turned out to be a baby carrier to reveal an infant boy. He flickered his eyes open and Spike found two evergreen orbs gazing back at him. Some black wisps of hair had blown across the child's face. "You're quite a looker, can see now why those scary things wanted to get their claws on you."
The baby began to cry, the long wails only they can achieve. Spike unhooked the straps holding the infant in, and as soon as the boy was in his arms, the sobbing ceased. "What in Lucifer's name am I going to do with two children?" He muttered to himself as he slung the carrier over his shoulder with his free arm and headed back into his crypt.
Author: Danielle
E-mail: PrincessCashew@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Just to be safe I'll say all through to "Wrecked"
Summary: Spike finds his evening interrupted by something out of the ordinary.
Notes: This takes place after "Wrecked" but Buffy and Spike have started to deal with their issues.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, UPN, and whoever has rights to these people in court. Do not sue me, I'm poor anyway.
Feedback: I would love it so much if you sent me some!
Distribution: Whoever wants it can have it, just e-mail me first so I can come and visit. It will be on my site
"You'd think in a bleeding cemetery you could get some quiet." Something outside was crying. Something small. Something young. Something human.
Spike ran his black fingernails through his hair. Passions only had started five minutes ago and Sheridan -was just beginning to remember Luis. Stupid blasted humans!
He slammed the door to his crypt open and it seemed to move under its own accord. He saw the thing that was making the entire racket, a little girl. Her brown hair was in pigtails and her tears were dripping over the front of her pink dress. There was this little basket type thing next to her feet. "Shhhh. Luv, what are you doing out here all by yourself at night?"
He walked closer to her, and she slowly began to back away from him. "Don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me"
"I won't hurt you. Why are you crying?" The girl's head whipped around and she screamed as a scabby demon lumbered out from behind a mausoleum. "Answers my question. Get inside. Wait there for me." She wasn't moving. "Come on, go." She finally ran towards the entryway and he kicked the door shut behind her.
She'd left the basket. Apparently that was what the creatures were looking for because they headed right towards it. "Oh no you don't." Spike kicked it in the face and laughed at the sound of its jaw shattering. Purple ooze began to drip from between its razor-like teeth and it coated the black scales of its misshapen chin. It growled.
It took a swipe at him, but the vampire leaped over his slow moving arm and avoided its four claws. On the way down he grabbed the horns sticking out from the side of its head and twisted. The cranium fell off in his hands and the demon's body completely dissolved into the purple goo.
Whatever the creature wanted had started to move inside its blankets. It was human too. Spike moved aside the coverings of what on closer inspection turned out to be a baby carrier to reveal an infant boy. He flickered his eyes open and Spike found two evergreen orbs gazing back at him. Some black wisps of hair had blown across the child's face. "You're quite a looker, can see now why those scary things wanted to get their claws on you."
The baby began to cry, the long wails only they can achieve. Spike unhooked the straps holding the infant in, and as soon as the boy was in his arms, the sobbing ceased. "What in Lucifer's name am I going to do with two children?" He muttered to himself as he slung the carrier over his shoulder with his free arm and headed back into his crypt.