Title: Vox Impersona
Author: shukuo
Rating: PG (with some innuendo)
A/N: My first completed story. Don't forget, if you have comments, let me know! Empty praise is not appreciated.
Story 1 of 6
Pausing a moment while pouring himself a drink, Spike realized he was no longer attracted to Drusilla. The image of lust in his mind was Buffy. A thought began to chill his spine: that he was an impostor, even if every fiber of himself, from the long duster coat, to his fried white hair, to every synapse of his memory, attested to his Spike-ness. What if everything he knew was wrong?
Not one for metaphysics and philosophy, Spike went out, trying to find something to fight. He didn't care that Dru looked at him needily with her glassy doll-eyes as he left, he needed to figure all this out by hurting things. He found a Vox Impersona demon. Hearing Buffy's voice coming from its chapped, blue-black lips enraged him, and he taunted it, "C'mon, you big beastie. That's right, a bloody ventriloquist could scare the little kiddies better than you. Now come and fight, you dolt." On the receiving end of the swing of a fist, Spike's lip bled. "Oh, Spike," said Buffy's voice from the creature's mouth.
"That's right. Now let's find out if you're a screamer." Spike launched himself at the beast. Some time later, bruised and black-eyed, he brought its head to Dru. Buffy's death cry still rang in his ears.